Casey's Fall Ch. 02

"Hmm… I'm thinking you're an autumn. Let's try this," Gillian eventually announced as she selected a foundation base and then began applying to Casey's face.

"Your face has a lovely shape, and you have such lovely big eyes and a sweet smile. You're going to look awesome. I'm still not sure what we're going to do with this hair, though," she pondered with obvious disapproval while lifting Casey's locks and letting them drop again. "Never mind for now. We'll see next time."

Gillian continued to apply the makeup, adding blush, eyeliner, and a rather bright shade of red lipstick. Casey worried she might look like a prostitute with that shade, but when Gillian turned her to the mirror, she was shocked by what she saw. She barely recognised herself. She was stunning!

"Ok, now the hair. I'm not sure I can do much with it but let's wet it down and add a bit of a wave. Is this your natural colour? Hmm… I think you'd make a nice blonde. I can give you the number of a salon I go to who could do it right for you and give you a nicer cut too if you like?"

"Um… sure," Casey replied.

Casey had never given much thought to her hair. She was more interested in her studies and track performance than her physical appearance. She wondered if it might be time to quit her tomboy ways and become a woman. She decided she might just go to Gillian's salon and go blonde as she suggested. Gillian handed her a card which she accepted and put into her skirt pocket.

Gillian then wetted Casey's hair with a spray bottle and commenced mussing it while hitting her with a blow dryer this way and that. At last, she was done and spun Casey around to face the mirror again.

Oh my God!

Casey could never have imagined in a million years she could look like this! She looked awesome and said as much to Gillian.

"You're very welcome," Gillian replied. "Now let's get you to the studio. I'll have to check which one Mark wants you in today."

Gillian located Mark in the studio in front of a set that looked like a cute country cottage kitchen. It even had a fake window at the back with blue and white chequered curtains. There was a waist-high stool positioned in front and two big lights on stands pointing in from either side. Another one was suspended overhead. It seemed very bright.

"Gosh, you look gorgeous!" Mark praised, obviously impressed with Casey's transformation. "Who knew what a beauty was hiding under that plain façade! Ok, I'll just get you to sit here and hold this in front of you."

Mark motioned to the stool and handed her a card with different shades of grey and white on it. Casey was sure her heart was about to jump out of her chest, it was beating so hard now. None of this seemed real and she felt she couldn't process what was happening to her. She considered that she might be dreaming, then decided that if she was it would be a nightmare. She almost felt like she might vomit but she remembered the rules again and forced out her sweetest smile. Mark continued fussing around with the lights and kept looking through his camera. At last, he seemed satisfied and took the card back off Casey.

"Ok, Casey, I'll just get you to sit facing me. Yes, that's it. Now sit up tall but relax and let your shoulders fall a little. Perfect. Now just a little smile… yes!"

Click.

"Now gently run both of your hands through your hair behind your head and fluff it out. Big smile…"

Click.

Casey noticed Gillian standing to the side pointing a video camera at her, and realised she was being videoed as well.

"Lovely! Now throw your head back a little and laugh."

Click.

"Perfect! Ok, now look angry. Snarl a little."

Click. Click.

"Roar like a tiger and shake your head."

Click.

"Ok, now put your hands behind your head and give me a sexy look. A little more pout. Yes!"

Click.

"Now turn to your left side. Lovely."

This felt like it went on for 15 minutes and she had started to relax and was almost enjoying it. Then Mark started trying to go a bit further with her.

"Ok, can I get you to stand up now? Beautiful! Just turn slightly to the side. Yes! Ok, can we undo a few buttons on your shirt?"

Casey's heart started to pound again but she complied without argument.

Click.

"Very sweet! Ok, can we undo the rest? But keep your shirt closed with your hands. That's it. Now give me a cheeky smile and flick your hair. Awesome!"

Click.

"Now open your shirt just a little so we can see some of your stomach and bra. No, not that much. We want just a hint of what's underneath. That's it! Ooh nice abs by the way!"

Click.

"Ok, now hold it closed again and give me an 'oh no you don't' look. A little frown and shake your head. That's it!"

Click.

"You're doing well. Ok, would it be ok if you took off your shirt?"

Casey nodded, her heart beating faster now. Whether Mark was the blackmailer or not, she had to play it for either possibility while fighting her instinctual fear of revealing her body to strangers.

"I'll get you to do it nice and slow as if in slow motion."

Click. Click. Click.

Gillian changed position and moved in closer.

"Ok, now turn your back to me and look at the camera over your shoulder. Cheeky smile. That's it."

Click.

"Now, are you ok to take your bra off? Once again, slowly and keep your back to me."

Ok, here goes nothing…

"Beautiful. I wish every model who came in here was as easy to work with as you are, and as pretty as you. You're a natural, darling."

Click.

"Ok, now turn around slowly and stop when you're almost side on. That's it."

Click.

"Now face the camera but cover your titties with your hands."

Click.

"Ok, now lower your hands and laugh at the same time."

Casey was shaking so much now she was sure her legs would give way, but she did as she was asked.

"Ooh you're lovely, Casey. You have such a perfect figure."

Mark stepped in closer with the camera and took several close-ups of Casey's breasts.

"Can I just get you to arch your back a little and push your chest forward? That's lovely,"

Click.

"Ok, now clasp your fingers together behind your neck. Keep your back arched. Nice!

Click.

"Ok, can we drop the skirt? Is that ok?"

Casey had been dreading this moment.

"Uh, I don't have any underwear on," she replied with more than a little embarrassment.

Gillian moved in closer with the video camera.

"Um... ok. No problems. We won't focus on that just yet. I want to get the skirt first. I just want you to undo it and let it fall. Don't step out of it just yet. I want to get a few close-up shots of it at your feet."

The moment of truth had arrived. She would be totally exposed in front of these two strangers and the whole thing was being captured on camera forever. She felt sick but she did as she was asked anyway.

As her bush came into view, Mark momentarily lowered the camera from his face, as if not believing what he was seeing.

"Oh my. There's something you don't see very often these days. A full bush."

Casey wanted to vomit, and her legs felt wobbly again with having someone not just seeing her naked body but critiquing it as well. Especially under all of these lights with two strangers looking directly at her. This was worse than the park walk.

He quickly regained his composure and returned the camera to its position in front of his face as he moved in closer and got on his knees to photograph her skirt around her feet.

Click.

"While I'm here I'll get you to turn around and face away from me please? Nice. Wow I bet you're a runner. You could crack walnuts on that ass."

Casey blushed even more as the camera clicked several more times behind her.

Mark backed away again.

"Ok, now turn around slowly but keep a hand covering everything. That's it. Perfect."

Click.

"Ok, now I want you to hold both hands up while keeping our elbows tucked into your sides. At the same time look down at your stomach as if you're surprised."

Gillian backed up for the full shot again.

Click.

"Beautiful. Now I'll get you to turn side-on and keep your arms at your sides. Very nice!"

Click.

"Ok face the camera again. This time put your legs about shoulder width apart and look at me. Um... maybe put your hands behind your back? That's it. Smile. Lovely."

Click.

"Now put your hands behind your neck and clasp your fingers together again. Keep your legs the same distance apart. That's it. Smile again."

Casey cursed herself. She was feeling so overwhelmed and humiliated that she kept forgetting to smile.

Click.

"Ok, now hold that same pose and face away from the camera. Excellent."

Click.

"Look back at me over your shoulder. Smile. Nice!"

Click.

"Ok, now turn around and pick up your clothes. Hold them to your body and give me a wave as if you're saying good-bye. That's it."

Click. Click.

Mark checked his watch.

"Ok, it's getting late. I think that'll about do for this session," he announced. "Thanks, Casey. It's been a pleasure working with you. You can get dressed again now. Ok, same time Thursday. I'll see you then."

Casey didn't need to be told twice. She quickly gathered her clothes up and put them on as Mark and Gillian busied themselves packing up the equipment and turning the studio lights off. Strangely, even the act of getting dressed in front of strangers felt odd and surreal, not to mention two strangers now knowing that she wasn't wearing knickers. She felt sick again.

Casey then thought about having to return on Thursday to do it all over again. She was dreading it already. She tried consoling herself with the thought that the damage was now done anyway. Her body had now been photographed nude from every angle and there was no taking that back, and as awful as the experience was, it could have been a lot worse. These two had been very kind and professional with her and she felt sure if it was anyone else, she may not have been able to go through with it, or would have passed out from the anxiety.

She bid farewell to Mark and Gillian and made her way to her bike. There was still plenty of light for her to make it home in time.

As she rode, she took stock of the last two days and could barely believe she'd gone from no one ever having seen her naked to becoming a nude model, and all against her will to spare her sister a jail term or being sentenced to Indenture. She hoped it was worth it.

A gust of wind blew her skirt up yet again and she quickly pushed it down with her hand.

She arrived home in time for dinner and joined her parents at the dining table. It felt really wrong to be sitting there without underpants under her skirt as her parents made small talk as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on. If they only knew what she had done that afternoon…

"So how was your day, Casey?" her father asked casually. "You seemed to get home later than usual?"

She hadn't considered she would need an excuse and scrambled to think of one.

"Oh, I stayed back at Tech to finish some homework. I needed access to some resources and the librarian was kind enough to allow me access," she lied.

"Good, good. You always do your mother and I proud."

His attention then switched to the TV in the corner.

Ding.

Casey jumped, remembering her phone was still in her bag.

"Excuse me a moment. I better go see who that is," she announced. Thankfully her parents barely looked away from the TV.

She took the phone to her bedroom and sure enough it was him again. She wondered if anyone else would ever text her.

"Upskirt please."

Without underwear under her skirt, Casey was able to part her legs and complete the degrading act standing up without any fuss. The difficulty lay not so much in the physical act of doing it, but more in the mental toll it took on her each time. She realised it was no less degrading now than the first time she was asked to do it.

She went back to the table and finished her dinner before excusing herself and retiring to her bedroom. She messed around on the Internet for about an hour when unexpectedly there was another text from him.

"You did well today. Keep it up and Jolene stays out of jail."

She didn't bother responding. The whole thing made her feel sick.

She thought about the day's events. She had streaked around the campus oval, she'd taken photos of her privates during classes and texted them to a stranger, and then finished the day with the humiliating photoshoot. God only knew what Mark planned to do with those photos or where they might end up. Hopefully nowhere where anyone she knew would ever see.

She then started worrying about tomorrow's mission, and there almost certainly would be one, and how it was probably going to involve someone she knew to hold the camera now. How would she ever find the courage, or the excuse, to ask someone to photograph her in whatever degrading mission she would be given? Just thinking about the process of having to ask someone to do that, and then actually letting them do it, was too much. Then on top of all that, she now had to go back to Mark's studio for another nude shoot on Thursday and do that twice a week for the next two months! It was more than she thought she could stand. On the bright side, though, a two-month contract meant there was an end to all of this. He would have got what he wanted and hopefully moved on.

Suddenly there was that tingling sensation in her lower abdomen again and she could feel the wetness forming.

Oh God not again. Do I actually like being humiliated? What the actual fuck?

Her hand almost involuntarily crept under her skirt and her fingers found their mark. Oh God it felt good. She was so wet it was almost running down her leg. She plunged three fingers inside straight away this time, keeping pressure on her clit as she worked her hand back and forth. The orgasm came hard and fast. She barely made it to her pillow to contain her scream.

"Casey, are you ok?"

Her mother was just outside her room and must have heard her.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.

"Yes, Mum, I'm just mucking about with friends online. Sorry," Casey called out.

"That's ok. It sounded like you were in pain, is all."

"Lol, Mum. No, I'm fine."

"Ok, dear. It's 9pm. You're usually in bed by now."

"Thanks, Mum. Great minds think alike. I was just going to brush my teeth and hit the hay."

"Goodnight, dear"

"Night, Mum."

Whew! Close call!

She got up and listened at her door for a moment to make sure the coast was clear. Her disgust with herself for being so wanton that her mother heard her cries of ecstasy, not to mention what had inspired it in the first place, led to intense feelings of arousal again.

Oh God not again!

As if of its own accord, her hand had already started its work again before she even made it back to bed. What was wrong with her? She orgasmed again, and just like the night before, the cycle repeated twice more before she finally collapsed and dozed off.

She slept fitfully and woke up sweating at one point with a dream she was having still fresh in her mind. She was on campus when suddenly a crowd of jeering students gathered around her. She looked down and realised she had forgotten to dress and had been going about her classes completely nude without realising it! Instantly mortified, she looked for a place to run but there was nowhere. She was stuck. Then strangely she got angry and confronted the crowd with her hands on her hips. Without trying to hide anything anymore, she shouted "What's the matter? Haven't you ever seen a nudist before?"

That was it! That was the excuse that might just work when she had to ask someone to photograph her on her next mission. She would pretend she was thinking about becoming a registered nudist and the photos were a way for her to see what she would look like, like sticking her toe in the water before she committed to it sort of thing.

Oh my God, am I hearing myself? This is fucking nuts! But if there's no way out of this mess what else am I going to use as an excuse? I can't say I'm being blackmailed. Maybe I can say I'm on a dare? That would work maybe once or twice but then what? It would also make me look like kind of a cheap slut if I accepted a dare like that, but there's nothing slutty about being a nudist. It's just someone who doesn't want to wear clothes. There's no real sexual connotations at all really. So I guess that's it then.

The State had made nudism legal some years ago, but there was a catch. To become a nudist, you had to be registered, and registration was a full time and lifelong commitment. A tattoo in the shape of a crescent was placed on your left wrist, and you were expected to never wear clothes again for the rest of your life. Being caught wearing clothes after registering, apart from shoes or protective equipment if your job or the weather required it, usually meant indenture. Casey assumed the level of commitment required was meant to act as a deterrent, and it appeared to be an effective one. Most people who practised nudity generally preferred to just visit nudist colonies or designated free beaches where they could dress again and return to their normal lives afterwards. Very few people actually went all the way with full time registration, so they were an extremely rare sight in public. The only registered nudists Casey had ever heard of were weird extremists who occupied a small village down south somewhere. She saw pictures of it in a magazine once. They were mostly fat old men. Gross!

Luckily for Casey you had to be 21 or over to register so there was little risk of her having to go through with it eventually even if she wanted to, which she most certainly did not. Just the thought of it alone was horrifying enough. 18- to 20-year-olds could be granted special approval but only with parental or guardian consent, and she knew hell would freeze over before her parents would agree to anything like that.

Casey still felt terribly conflicted that she had to do all these humiliating things against her will and needed a plan of this nature at all, but the plan seemed fairly foolproof and gave her enough comfort to get back to sleep.