Over Exposure
20
Summer Challenge
“Shawna” by Alexey Torbeev, ID716760193 licensed from Shutterstock.com
RONDA, PATRICIA, AND TONI drove straight through on Saturday and Anna and I welcomed them in the time-honored way. I danced for an hour with Toni before she was even willing to hug Anna. Then I got my opportunity to hug and hold Ronda and Patricia.
“I’m so happy our family is all back together,” Ronda said. “I thought this term would never end.”
“Maybe we can just play house for the next few weeks and have fun,” Anna suggested.
“Um… Daddy has to work,” Patricia said. “And it’s only fair that his wives help. We have our next theatre shoot this week. It’s dress rehearsals for Much Ado About Nothing and the shoots are from noon until four each day so the stage can be reset for performances at night.”
“We’ve got these, like, every other week all summer, don’t we?” I said. “There are seven plays in three venues, plus our three performance art shows. Which reminds me, I need to talk to Leanne about when models are arriving and when we’ll be rehearsing.”
“Okay. Well, I’ve been in school until yesterday and feel like I haven’t had any time to speak of with my lover. Does anyone object to Nate screwing me into the mattress tonight?”
“I think we’d all like to help,” Anna said. “I miss you guys so much when we’re not together.”
Even with the work we had to do the next week, it was great to be together as a family again. Toni was happy to go to her ‘summer school’ and meet some of her friends. It made no difference if she knew them or not. They were instantly her friends.
Patricia and I managed the shoot of Much Ado. It was a little bit strange to me. I didn’t think Shakespeare actually wrote a play set in the 1890s, but that was how the director and designers staged it. They said it depended on a lot of Edwardian costumes and Art Nouveau set decoration. I have to say the Keystone Cops routines were pretty funny. They’d probably steal the show.
Hero and Claudio, supposedly the romantic leads, were both kind of nobodies in my opinion. It was Beatrice and Benedick who steal the show with clever circumlocution around whether or not they were even interested in each other.
And oh, was she beautiful! In a mature way. I thought it was interesting that where Damien had chosen to play all his tragic characters as much younger—preferably teens—the cast of Much Ado seemed older than what you would think of their characters being.
We still enjoyed photographing all of them. This show had many more women in it, as not only Hero and Beatrice, but waiting ladies and women of the court. The director, though, wanted to spend as little time as possible on photographs and only yielded to the big boss who told him he had to cooperate.
After the first day, we recruited Ronda and Anna to come to the theatre with us and help keep us organized. I wouldn’t have been surprised to find that some of the women in this show were a little jealous of the beauties I had working with me.
Ronda and Patricia also got to see both The Duchess of Malfi and Macbeth that week. They were suitably impressed. This time, however, it was Ronda who spent her time naked in the darkroom with me when it came to getting the film developed and proofs made. We made good use of our time, even though as Anna and I discovered, actually having sex while processing this many Cibachromes was less than satisfying. When we finished a day’s work, though, we were keyed up enough to rush to bed before dinner.
I thought I’d get to take the family out to brunch on Sunday, but Shawna had just gotten to town and we had to rehearse the newest paint job.
“It’s nice to see you, Shawna,” I said when we met at the theatre. We were rehearsing on stage at the Third Stage. This theatre was an open space with movable audience seating for about seventy-five people.
“Hey, Nate. You ready to put your hands all over my luscious body?”
“Oh, baby. I’ve been dreaming about having my hands all over your luscious body,” I laughed.
“Good. That’s where my dream has them. Now get me naked and start painting.”
During the course of our rehearsal, Damien, Kathleen, and John all came in to observe. It didn’t bother Shawna, so we just kept going. Judy had bothered her more. When Shawna got to Stratford and discovered Judy and Leanne were rooming together—and sometimes sleeping together—she was a bit jealous. But it had been a real revelation when she found out Judy was participating in the performance, and Shawna would be wearing what Judy created.
I think Judy had ways of making Shawna stop considering her a rival that included a judicious application of her tongue. She still wanted me to apply things to her, as well.
Damien and Kathleen had collaborated on a script that would have pieces read during the performance. John was planning to move some set pieces into place while we were painting, showing the performance coming together. And three drummers would be improvising on congas through the entire performance. It was going to be pretty cool.
At noon, we cleared the stage and used a dressing room in the little theatre space to wash Shawna thoroughly. She was pretty happy to have three people paying special attention to her under the water and expressed her pleasure in squeals several times.
Anna, of course, was over at the theatre Friday morning and both Monday and Tuesday taking orders and getting the marketing prints distributed. In the meantime, Patricia, Ronda, and I spent Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday at the Avon Theatre photographing An Italian Straw Hat.
Photographing at the Avon was different than at the Festival Theatre or the Third Stage. The Avon was a proscenium stage, so everything was from the front straight on. The Festival Theatre was a thrust stage, so you could view the action from three sides. The Avon stage was also elevated and I couldn’t effectively shoot from the audience floor. When the director paused the action for photos, I had to run on to stage and set up to get the shot where it was. It took a lot longer than just being on the audience level and shooting.
Tuesday night, we all got dressed up, including Toni, and went to see the opening of Much Ado. Toni was good as gold and laughed at appropriate places in the play. She loved the bumbling Keystone Cops. It was that level of humor, I guess. We didn’t go out or to the party after the show. I worked Thursday and Friday processing photos and making proofs that Anna could take to the marketing staff.
I was beginning to see orders of black and white prints coming in from the actors and crew. I wasn’t taking any studio appointments and we were working as if we were in a production assembly line. We were still making a bunch of money.
Our Saturday rehearsal with Shawna really surprised me. I guess even when we did our class performance, we were pretty free-wheeling. We did a lot of talking and joking, even engaging with the audience at times. This wasn’t just Leanne and me painting a model, though. Even though it was pretty much improvisational, this was an official part of the Festival and Damien was directing it. He and Kathleen had written the script. He and John had worked out the setting. He and the drummers had worked out the music.
I couldn’t agree more with the concept and script. It was just surprising to be pushed around on stage, almost like I push my models around. We did a technical walk-through without the paint and without stripping Shawna to get the lighting and setting right. Then we went through the various poses in the script and Damien had me check the camera angles and where I’d be putting the tripod. He made sure I had room to work around the camera as a crew came in and started setting up chairs.
The black box of the Third Stage was taking shape as an actual theatre and we were going to be performing there. Then we did an actual dress rehearsal. Judy had costumes for Leanne and me, as well as herself. I guess we were kind of pirates, but of no particular rank. Shawna had some semblance of native clothes from Africa that we tore off her as we painted. As we worked—and Damien was right there with us giving us suggestions—it really turned into a kind of bizarre dance among the four of us. And while we were dancing together and painting Shawna, John and two guys on his crew moved set pieces around behind us. He’d said they were left over from the shipwreck in The Tempest. Between the barrels and nets and ropes, and the lighting, the whole thing had a very nautical feel.
The whole scene was played out as a story of the capture of an African brought to the New World as a slave. Eventually, the slave revolted and the chains ceased to be shackles and were draped around her as armor and weapons. Damien had titled the piece, ‘The chains of slavery become the weapons of revolution.’
When we’d finished the rehearsal, Damien called us together to give us notes, encouraging Shawna to show more anger in her face than despair, suggesting an adjustment to our costumes. Asking John to move barrels and ropes into different positions during the performance, especially after Shawna was painted and I was ready to take pictures.
“God, you’re beautiful!” he said to Shawna. “Have you considered acting?”
Shawna laughed. “I’m an advertising graphics major in college who just hooked up with these crazy people for fun. And to get laid. I couldn’t act.”
“I hate to be the one to break it to you, but you’ve been acting all morning,” Damien laughed. “Okay, everyone. Reset to the beginning. Shawna, get cleaned up and as soon as we’ve had a bite to eat, we’ll run it again.”
What? Again? Damn!
I have to say, the second rehearsal was a lot smoother. The music seemed to be right on target. The lighting was phenomenal. And showering twice with Shawna was fun.
Sunday afternoon, I was surprised to find nearly seventy people in the audience when we were ready for the curtain to go up.
“As you will discover this season, this Third Stage space is one in which we’ll be exploring and pushing the bounds of theatrical expression,” Damien said at the beginning. “Today’s performance art began as a collaboration of four Chicago artists who came to our attention through the local photography studio, Attic Allure. In fact, the performance was contrived to tell a story in photographs. So, during the performance, you see two cameras that our photographer and performer Nate Hart will be using to capture the scenes that are painted by makeup artist Leanne Kim. Costumer Judy Delap will be working to enhance the image, and they will be working on model Shawna Casper. Watch and listen as they present the story and record the pictures.”
There was a minute of drumming in a very African rhythm. The four of us took a deep breath and Leanne and I headed onto stage to set things up. John brought us a chair and I shook out a barber’s apron. Judy was just sweeping the floor. Shawna entered, looking like an average young woman off the street coming in for a hair appointment. We seated her in the chair and I put the apron around her neck.
From there the scene took a dark turn. Judy scrambled to chain Shawna’s arms behind her and chain her feet together. Of course, the whole performance depended on Shawna’s ability to get out of the shackles, so nothing was really fastened to anything, but Judy made a lot of racket with a hammer, pounding on the chains. Leanne stepped up and began spraying Shawna’s long hair with blue hair color, some of which got on Shawna’s back and forehead.
I used yellow paint to mask her eyes and lips. We whipped off the bib and tore her clothes off. Judy had made breakaway seams so a couple of tugs and Shawna’s blouse and skirt came away, leaving her naked. I stood her up and Judy moved take the chair. That was when the scene started changing and the crew gradually transformed our beauty shop into a slave ship. We tattooed a slave number down one of Shawna’s arms, using the yellow paint. I thought the master stroke was dipping my hands in white paint and leaving white man handprints on her ass, breast, and across her pussy.
We pushed Shawna to her hands and knees and used her as a table as we sat around it drinking.
Then there was a storm with the lights and we were tossed one direction and another. Shawna rolled toward the audience, coming up on her knees to discover the chains had fallen away.
This was the point I left the scene completely as if washed overboard and began taking pictures. I’d carefully wiped all the paint off my hands so I didn’t get any on the cameras. Shawna crept toward Leanne and wrapped a chain around her neck, mimicking strangling her. While that was in progress, Leanne reached behind her to drip red paint down Shawna’s chest like blood. Leanne dropped to the floor, seemingly dead.
Then Shawna swung in slow motion and whipped a chain across Judy. Judy dropped to the floor like Leanne had.
The drumbeats picked up the rhythm and Shawna moved from pose to pose as Damien read the words of the script he’d prepared and I took pictures. As she moved, she wrapped the chains around herself, using them as a skirt and blouse as she bore the marks of her slavery into her freedom.
The performance was just under an hour. I think people got their dollar’s worth out of it. And I got some incredible photos.
We got a lot of applause and hung around to meet the audience. Judy had a robe to pull over Shawna so she wasn’t just standing talking to people naked. Anna was at the back of the theatre with a display of our makeup art prints, featuring both Shawna and Min. She took orders for prints.
This time, when we took Shawna to shower, my cock found its way into her pussy and we both worked off a lot of pent-up emotional energy. Shawna didn’t even notice that Judy and Leanne were hot into it with each other.
Damien and Kathleen had the four of us, my girlfriends and Toni, the musicians, and the stage crew over to their house that evening for dinner. Their house was beautiful, but it barely held a party the size of ours. Prominently displayed on the walls were photographs I’d taken of Kathleen and the super photo of Olivia we’d worked on last summer.
“I didn’t think Olivia would ever give that photo up,” I said.
“You wouldn’t believe what I gave her for it. I plan to hang her as Lady Macbeth right next to it. And the picture of today’s performance just over there,” Damien said.
Honestly, there were too many pictures on Damien’s walls anyway. I guess, though, that when you’re really an up-and-coming director, you collect photos from your shows and you want to show them off, not just have them stuck in a portfolio.
“I think Shawna is pretty charged up over today’s performance,” I said, pointing at her. She was surrounded by the tech crew and musicians and seemed to be enjoying the attention.
“She is beautiful. Mmm. I shouldn’t be thinking the kind of thoughts I am.”
“Oh, Honey, if you want to invite Shawna to spend the night, I’m sure Nate and Anna could find some way to entertain me for a night,” Kathleen said.
Damien pointed at her, momentarily at a loss for words.
“Don’t make offers until you’ve checked with your prospective hosts,” he finally mumbled. He headed over to the buffet to get some more food.
“Would it be a problem to sandwich my naked body between the two of you for a night?” Kathleen giggled.
“Oh, it wouldn’t be a problem,” Anna said before I could respond. “You should know, though, that we don’t do much alone. I think all four of us might be a little too much for you to handle.”
“My God! I’d die happy, though!” Kathleen said. “So, with all that in mind, I’ve looked at Leanne’s sketches for the next show. Min is coming, right? I’m so looking forward to directing this one.”
“You’re going to direct?” I gasped.
“Don’t be so surprised. All actors think they’d be great directors. Yes, I get the next one. Damien can go on all he wants about Shawna, but Min is the one I’d run off with,” Kathleen said.
“I doubt she’d be excited about that unless you grew another appendage,” I said. “She’s fine with women, but prefers that a man be involved.”
“Well, you could join us. I like a man involved, too.”
“I haven’t even looked at the sketch for the next performance yet. I don’t know when Min is arriving.”
“The tenth,” Anna said. “She’s staying with us, so if Kathleen wanted to spend a night, it could be arranged.”
“I thought she’d be staying with Leanne,” I said.
“I think Shawna might still be here if she can find something to do. She’s a little bit jealous and while she came to grips with Judy being Leanne’s roommate, she considers Min to be an ex. That makes her a threat. Min will be with us,” Ronda said. “Um… Little Miss is getting tired and a bit cranky. I think Patricia and I will head home.”
“If you’ll excuse us, Kathleen, I think that’s a good idea for all our family. I have a lot of printing to do tomorrow.”
“I can’t wait to see it. Talk to you soon!”
We gathered up our tyke and she rode on my back all the way home. By the time we got there, she was fast asleep.
I had time to get some work done over the next week. I couldn’t believe how the orders had stacked up. Actors and crew seemed to all want a picture of whatever production they were in. The orders were all for 8x10 black and white, but I could turn good prints out on those in a lot less time than the color images the marketing department wanted.
I had stopped during rehearsals to get some good color transparencies of our show with Shawna. It wasn’t on my order list from the Festival, but I printed up one of the 12x15 prints for it anyway. We’d be exhibiting that one with our other makeup and costume art for sale when we did our performance with Min.
Anna was wrapping up photos or sending the larger ones to the frame shop to be matted, then wrapping them up to deliver. Ronda and Patricia were taking care of business in the store, which seemed to be busier this year than it was last year. We’d kept Melinda on nearly full time so far this summer. I hoped we were making enough money to keep everyone paid. I was using up film and processing chemicals as fast as Dave could keep me supplied. And we’d been running frequent overnight processing requests for slides as well.
I heard the shop door bells ring Saturday morning as I was laying out a couple of new prints to dry and a minute later, Ronda came into the studio with an attractive young woman.
“Nate, this is Haley Donovan. She’d like to talk to you about a photo,” Ronda said.
“Hello, Haley. Have a seat. Tell me what you have in mind.”
“Wow! You really have some wonderful photos!” she said as she sat at the table and looked up at the gallery.
“Thank you.”
“I want a really beautiful photo, you know?” she said.
“I try to bring out the best in all my models. You are a lovely woman and I don’t think we’ll have any problems getting a beautiful photo.”
“Well, you know what you did to that model on Sunday?”
“Were you there for our performance?”
“Yeah. I’ve been pacing back and forth in my room all week. I live in London. I want something like that, but not so dramatic. Something pretty. Like that one,” she said pointing at the picture of Min’s tracery.
“Uh… You’d like to have a body painting and then photograph it?”
“Yeah!”
“I’ll have to give Leanne a call and see when she would be available. She works over at the theatre.”
I could see her face fall.
“I um… thought something simple, like just painting flowers on me, wouldn’t require a lot of people and set up. I don’t want to do a performance.”
“Oh. I see. Would you like me to paint you and then photograph you?”
“Is that, like, not acceptable?”
“Well, it depends. First, are you over eighteen?”
“Oh, yeah. I’m not a kid. A little unsure of myself, but I’m still twenty-four.”
“And are you here of your own free will? No one’s coercing you?”
“My own… sure. I mean my friends I saw the show with dared me to do it, but they knew I already wanted to. They aren’t making me,” she said.
“Okay. I can make up simple designs. I’m pretty good at flowers and vines if that’s what you want. Did you want black and white or color photos?”
“Hmm. I looked at the price list and the color photos are really expensive. But your brochure said you were hunting for models, too. Do they get a discount?”
“Yes, but I also have the right to sell and display their photos. I often take a number of photos of them that aren’t specific to their order. Then they get a black and white print with the sitting and half price on anything else. And we don’t charge for the sitting if she’s willing to do what I say when posing her.”
“You don’t tell her to, like, give you a blowjob or anything like that, do you?”
“No. I’m talking about poses, dress, makeup… that sort of thing.”
“Okay. I can do that. If you think I’d be okay. I suppose I need to undress so you can decide if I’m good enough to model.”
She reached for the hem of her T-shirt and I held up my hands to stop her.
“Let’s talk a little more. If we do the kind of body painting you are talking about, obviously you’ll need to undress then, but it’s not necessary until we know where we’re going. There are some things that new models sometimes don’t take into consideration,” I said.
“Like what?”
“Modeling in general, but body painting especially, is kind of intimate. Yes, you’ll end up naked. But I’ll also have to touch you. I’ll be holding and painting your breasts, for example. I might have my hand anywhere, depending on how we work together and what I paint. When you are posing, you’ll be like a doll in my hands. I’ll move you, adjust your position, and I might even tweak your nipples to get them stiff if they aren’t. That is more than most girls are prepared for with a stranger. You saw what we did with Shawna Sunday. Well, I’ve worked with Shawna before. We go to the same college and she’s Leanne’s girlfriend. It didn’t just happen overnight.”
So, maybe I didn’t know Shawna all that well the first time we rehearsed with her, but we got into the swing of things pretty quickly.
“Just so I know clearly, will you, like, rape me? You said no blowjobs. Do you expect me to have sex with you?” she asked.
“No. In fact, I have a rule against intercourse in the studio. And I don’t date models. Those two women out in front that you met earlier are my girlfriends. And so is the woman coming in right now. Anna, this is Haley. She’s interested in signing a model release and would like a body decoration photo. Could you fill her in a little more? You know how I get when I’m trying to explain things.”
“Yes. Hi, Haley. Has he been talking with his hands already? Are you here, offering to model, because you want to date Nate? You don’t have to model to do that. I’m sure the girlfriends would give you a go if Nate was interested.”
“No! Um… Anna? Right? I really want a beautiful body paint photograph of myself. I could pay for the sitting and a black and white print, according to your brochure, but I was hoping to earn a discount on a color print, you know?”
“Okay. Why don’t I get out a model release form and we’ll go over it together, then if you are ready to proceed, we can set up a schedule.”
“I was kind of hoping to do it today.”
“I don’t think we have anything on the schedule for today. Nate, do you have the supplies you’ll need?”
“I think so. We’re not going to cover her whole body with paint. We’re doing some flowers and vines, kind of twisting up her torso and maybe onto her neck. I have enough supplies for that. And I think, with those photos drying on the table, I’m caught up with the printing,” I said.
“Hmm. Vines and flowers. I think we’ve got some set pieces that will work for that,” Anna said. “While you work painting Haley, I’ll get Patricia to help me set up the studio.”
“We’ll want to do a couple of standard portraits to get warmed up,” I said as I went to fetch my cameras.
Haley was easy to work with. She came in with the expectation that she would be naked and I would be touching her. That made my job easier, but I don’t think she expected to enjoy the experience quite so much. I took a couple of nice portraits and then gave her a bunch of flowers to hold while I took more pictures and positioned her in different ways. First, we worked with her clothes on, and then I helped her out of her T-shirt, happy she wasn’t wearing anything under it.
As we moved from pose to pose, I touched her, not only positioning her but caressing her. Girls respond just as well to a caress of their cheek as they do to a caress of their breast. I think that’s something guys don’t realize. They figure they can’t get a girl turned on unless they have a hand on her breasts or in her pussy. I’d seen Patricia come while I was giving her a foot rub. It was obvious to me that Haley was warming to the whole process as I helped her slip out of her jeans. I could see the spreading wet spot on her panties.
“Do all girls get turned on when you take their pictures?” she sighed.
“It’s not unknown. Actually, it’s one of the reasons I instituted the no intercourse rule and make sure I tell everyone about it before we ever start. I don’t want a woman caught up in the moment and do something she later regrets. Which doesn’t mean we never test the boundaries, but you should never feel compelled to do something sexual that you don’t want to do,” I said.
“Can girls, like, send their boyfriends to you for lessons?” she giggled. “I can guarantee that if I had a boyfriend who took the time to really appreciate me the way you are, we’d be headed for bed.”
“Boyfriends need a motivation to treat you like this,” I said, slipping her panties down so she was completely naked. “I want… I need to get the perfect photo of you. It’s my obsession. In order to get that photo, I need you to be fully committed to it, too.”
“We’ve been at this an hour. I’m naked and you haven’t even begun to paint me.”
“Are you ready? I’ve been appreciating your body as a canvas for a beautiful artwork. Now I’m going to start touching you with paint and brushes.”
“Yes,” she squeaked.
I used my fingers first. I just traced the path of the vines I would paint, describing how they would circle her right nipple and cross her navel, then cross to the left side of her pussy and down the inside of her thigh. Haley was breathing in short gasps by the time I finished the description and I caught a picture of her just like that.
Then I started painting. I paused every few strokes to take another picture. In working with Leanne and reading several art books, I’d learned a few techniques for creating leaves with just a stroke of the brush and could do a pretty good job of three different fantasy flowers.
“You… um… aren’t putting anything on my left breast. Why?”
“Oh, part of what makes the flowers and vines so attractive is being able to see, by comparison, what they are painted over. This beautiful breast is what makes people desire the other.” I kissed her left nipple and she moaned.
“Whatever you want. I’m yours. Whatever you want.”
“I think we’ll bring one vine across your collar and let it curl up to put a flower just below your ear. Having your hair up like it is makes all of you available.”
“Yes, I’m available.”
I got to the point of being ready for the real art shot and loaded Ektachrome in the 4x5. Anna had prepared a woodland backdrop for us and I had Haley sit on a draped box that looked sort of like a stump. She leaned back on one hand.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” I whispered to her as I petted and moved her into position. “You are an object of intense desire. That’s what makes the ivy and flowers want to crawl all over your body like a lover. They can’t help but desire your beauty as an objective for their own.”
I moved back to the camera and with a few gentle suggestions got just the photo I thought we both wanted. I reached her and started to pick her up.
“Nate? I know we’ve been working for a while and I’ll be happy to come back to model for you any time. But, before I have to go, would you paint some on my back, too? Maybe connecting to the vines on the front down there on my thigh?”
“Oh, that would be lovely,” I said. “Your back is every bit as beautiful as your front. I’m sorry I need you to stand for a while again. You aren’t cold, are you?”
“Hot. I’m feeling really hot. And I don’t mean the temperature in the room is bad. I mean I’m burning with desire.”
“Yes. Let’s capture that desire for the flowers and for your body.”
I worked another half an hour painting vines and flowers and leaves on her back and across her butt. When my thumb parted her cheeks so I could continue the path down her crack, I might have grazed her asshole a bit. The whine coming from her let me know how close she was to coming. I followed the crack from her butt to her pussy and found a wet playground as she spread her legs to give me better access.
It wasn’t difficult to find her clit and stimulate it just enough for her to come hard enough that I had to catch her as she collapsed.
“Yes. Like that,” I said. “Lie right here where I can see your back and your left breast. Now I’m going to unpin your hair and let it join the flowers. So luscious.”
I stepped back and took the picture and was almost sure she was continuing to come, even without me actively stroking her.
This time, I picked her up and carried her to the dressing room.
“I think we have everything we can get for today,” I said. “Let me get some water and clean all this paint off you.”
“No!” she squeaked as she grabbed me and kissed me deeply. “I want to wear it home. They won’t believe I’ve done it if I don’t have the paint on. I love it so much. I love your hands on me and your lips. I know you said no intercourse, but I’m available. Anything you want. You said blowjobs weren’t required. Are they forbidden? Paint my other breast with your come. Whatever you want.”
“Haley, I want you happy with what we’ve done. I want you to look at the pictures and think it was the best day of your life. And I want you to come back for more pictures without being afraid that it means you have to do something for me other than pose and be the fantastic model you are.”
“I know all that in my head. My body is still tingling and wants more of your touches. If you touch me just a little, I’m sure I’ll come again.”
I couldn’t deny her that pleasure. My fingers returned to her pussy as my lips found the unpainted nipple and loved it with my tongue. She was right. Her next orgasm wasn’t a couple of minutes away.
“I think I could continue to do that all day,” Haley said. “But that wouldn’t be fair. I’d better get dressed now or I’ll try to move in here.”
When Haley left, Anna didn’t give me the opportunity to retreat to the darkroom. She grabbed my hand and led me upstairs to the apartment. I was naked in bed in seconds.
Maybe Haley had contributed to having me hard most of the afternoon, but I was making love to Anna and Haley was quickly forgotten.
“We have an appointment for a photoshoot Monday afternoon. You’re going to love this,” Anna said. “Judy and Leanne will be here to help and John’s delivering set pieces in the morning.”
“Whoa! What’s coming in? Do I need anything special?”
“Nothing special, but you’ll have a full release from all three models and everyone is going to want a print of this,” Anna said. “The three little witches want photos of the way they wanted to do their scene.”
“Oh, crap! Damien said they wanted to do it nude.”
“That’s right. And all three of them are the youngest and most daring actresses in the company, starting with Greta Ahlquist. You had some fun with her graduation pictures last year,” Ronda said.
“Yeah. I unzipped her graduation gown and discovered she had nothing under it. That was quite a revelation. Who are the other two?”
“Emma Stapleton and Tessa Gifford,” Patricia said. “Add all three of their ages together and it’s less than sixty. They are known in the theatre as the Weird Sisters of Stratford. And put them together with Leanne and Judy, who knows what we’re likely to see?”
“Three rather luscious naked girls,” Ronda sighed. “I think you’re going to need all of us to help with this one. If nothing else, someone will have to handle Judy. I think Shawna’s doing a pretty good job of handling Leanne.”
“Yeah. For being as horny as she is and lusting after a cock, she’s also a bit jealous and possessive of Leanne,” I said.
“I doubt that relationship will last the whole summer; but what do I know?” Anna said.
“What day is today?” I asked. It seemed like all the days were running together this summer.
“Sunday, love.”
“Wait! Then all this is happening tomorrow? Fuck.”
“Okay. That sounds like a good way to spend Sunday. I’m going to take Toni to the park to swing. Why don’t you three stay here in the apartment and do a little swinging,” Anna said.
“What about you, sweetheart?” Patricia said.
“I’ll catch up tonight.”
John got to the studio at eight o’clock and started bringing props in. He covered the floor with a mat of leaves and tall brown grass. Then he brought a hut that opened onto the grass and put a fire and cauldron in it. He plugged the fire into an extension cord and it looked remarkably like flames under the cauldron. Then he closed the hut front.
“This stuff will work in a lot of different positions,” he said. “You can use the interior of the hut with the cauldron, or have them dancing outside. You can close it all up or even move it off to have them in the tall grass. It’s fairly soft, so you can use it as a bed if it comes to that.”
“I don’t think it will come to that,” I said. “Where’d this stuff come from? It wasn’t in the show.”
“This year isn’t the first time the Festival has mounted that Scottish play. And we pull bits and pieces from other shows to fill in around the edges. You’ll probably want to isolate the action in front of a black drop. I still have trees to bring in.”
Trees? Birnam Wood comes to Dunsinane?
Judy and Leanne arrived at nine with costumes and makeup. I was still working on lighting the scene and positioning lights where I thought good poses could be taken.
“I take it these are not the costumes from the show,” I said as I sorted through the filmy garments.
“Oh, no. The girls told me what they wanted and let me fix them up,” Judy said. “You will definitely have fun with this. It wouldn’t surprise me if they come in a little high. They are so charged up over this they need to mellow out a little.”
“We rehearsed the costumes and makeup yesterday afternoon and it’s a wonder that Judy ever got them into their correct costumes before show time last night. Fortunately, the makeup didn’t make a difference,” Leanne added.
And at ten o’clock my trio of sexy witches arrived, ready to have a daylong photographic orgy. I’ll say they weren’t wearing much in the way of clothing when they got to the studio, and I’ve seldom seen three young women so eager to get out of what clothes they had on. They explored the setting and exclaimed over how perfect it was.
“This is great,” Emma said. She was a tall willowy blonde that I thought looked more like a wood elf than a witch. “Remind me to give John a blowjob for this.”
“And how would that differ from the blowjobs you usually give him?” Greta snarked.
“Well… It would be… special. You know?”
“Which leaves Judy and Leanne to Greta and me,” Tessa said. She was almost as dark as Shawna but considerably shorter, and maybe bustier. “Not that I mind that at all.”
“But don’t forget Nate,” Greta said. “He has this silly rule about no fucking in the studio, but I know for a fact he likes T and A. I’ll bet a three-way blowjob would be a new experience for him.”
I looked over at Ronda, Patricia, and Anna, who were working as my assistants on the sets and lighting. They were hardly able to contain their laughter. I’d had a three-way blowjob last night.
“Does Anna have everyone’s release?” I asked. “She’ll explain the rules.”
“We’ve got them here,” Greta said. When the three girls were lined up, they went from tall and fair Emma to dirty blonde Greta—about the same height as Anna—to short and dark Tessa. It was a nice progression.
“Okay. Greta told you all the number one rule,” Anna said. “Nate isn’t going to screw any of you, so you’ll have to work out other ways to satisfy your drooling pussies. Remember that you have a purpose in being here today that is not just to have an orgy. You’re here for photographs. Nate is going to take some incredibly memorable photos. You will do exactly what he says to do. He will move you into poses and work with you on expressions. He’ll dress you and undress you and make you stay still while we move lights around. He’ll adjust makeup if he considers it too harsh or needing something more.”
“Wow!” Emma said. “Sounds like Nate is the boss of us.”
“That’s right,” Anna continued. “If you’ve ever toyed with the idea of becoming a submissive, this is a good time to try it out. Just do what he says and let him handle your bodies the way he wants to. Nate will listen to all your ideas and try to make them work in the photos. Here’s the key difference between acting and modeling, though. Your audience for the photo won’t hear your voice or see you move. In a way, you are losing some of the dimensionality. Your photographer is responsible for bringing those dimensions to life in the viewer’s imagination. And you’ll love it.”
“I’m ready!” they chimed as they handed Anna the releases and Judy shepherded them into the dressing room.
With six of us in there, it was really too crowded. Leanne went through the makeup concept and then had the girls all undress. That was nice. She took Greta and Tessa out of the dressing room to stations we’d lit so she and Judy could work on makeup as I had Emma sit in front of me so I could start on her makeup.
“This is really cool,” Emma said. “I know how having naked girls around affects boys, and you guys wasted no time in getting us naked. So, like, if you need some relief, I’m really good at blowjobs.”
“Thank you for the offer. I’m more concerned about you,” I said, as I stroked a hand up her thigh, almost to her pussy. Her legs sprang apart. I returned to working on her face. “No matter how experienced you are, you are used to being treated well by your partners. Lovingly. You might tease in the dressing room, but you don’t date someone unless you’re interested in him at least a little romantically. Girls aren’t used to being treated like an object. I’m going to rub your nipples when I want them erect. I’ll moisten your lips if I want more shine. I’ll apply a pagan tattoo to the inside of your thigh and hold your vulva as I paint around it. You came here for a portrait of the three witches of Macbeth as the three sex-driven hellions you are. I plan to make sure you feel that as we work.”
Emma spread her legs farther apart, allowing me to see that she was already wet. I grabbed a tissue and dabbed at her pussy lips.
“And sometimes I’ll have to dry you off—or perhaps make sure you are good and wet.”
Emma moaned as I painted the tattoo on the inside of her thigh.
“Now let’s get you into your costume, such as it is.”
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