The night was rough again for Lucy. Even though she hadn't been *that* much drugged during yesterday's trip to the restaurant she still felt very sick in the evening, shivering in cold, and threw up several times. Sarah had to interrupt her live stream to take care of her: "It's ok Lucy, I'm here, you're just stressed for tomorrow, that's all..."

 

She slept around 2am. They were supposed to leave for the beauty salon at 8, but Sarah pushed back the appointment to 10:00 to let her catch up some sleep.

 

Still, it was a groggy Lucy that entered the hair salon. Her body protested, like every day when she went to school, she felt drained mentally and that didn't really fit with Sarah's plans for her this Saturday. Lucy was half awake while the stylist worked on her hair. She sat in the soft chair of the hairdresser, her thin frame making the faux-leather of the chair squeak. Lucy had been dressed hastily, and was sitting wearing flip flops, her stretchy tight pink gym short and a sports bra (filled with socks, at Sarah's insistence) under a large tee shirt. She felt Sarah's hand tapping her right knee, and she complied with the silent request by opening her legs wide until both knees touched the armrests.

Sitting comfortably, the veil of sleep gradually fell over her eyes, lulled by the crinkle of foil as the hairdresser manipulated it against her strands. Two or three times, her head lolled forward, and she would jolt awake, teetering on the verge of slumber, only to drift back into semi-consciousness, soothed by the gentle hum of the hairdryer. Sarah watched her tenant worryingly. Would she really be able to do the photoshoot today?

 

After an hour and a half, Lucy woke up completly. This half-nap on the chair had helped. She opened her eyes to a slightly more glamorous, a slightly cheaper, version of herself.

Sarah would have loved to turn her tenant fully blonde, but pressed for time, they settled for partial highlights strategically placed around the face. It was still a small victory: the difference from her previous natural hair was obvious, those few strands of blonde screaming artificiality, leaning a bit more toward being cheap rather than sophisticated. At the edge of her vision, blurry strands of hair confirmed what she was seeing in the mirror. She was now blonde. The padded bra, sitting high on her chest, completed the look and Lucy once again had to admit that the additional fullness looked good. This kind of vibe was something a girl like Emily would go for, the hotties, the prom queens, the cheerleaders. Not her. Her face was so plain it threw the whole thing off, as if she were attempting to cosplay a bombshell and failing just by an inch. She didn't realize the only missing piece was makeup. She thought being a busty blond wasn't for her, that she was looking kind of ridiculous. "It's ok, I'm not this kind of girl, it's just temporary anyway.", she thought, "I'll just do this last photoshoot to cover for this month rent."

 

"Let's hurry up, we're already very late for the nail salon.", Sarah pressed, her voice sharp.

 

Sarah drove her to a cute little single attendant nail salon, a place she frequented herself. She went to get some food to eat in the car later as Lucy sat in front of the nail technician who applied white, squared, 3/4 inches (almost 2cm past the fingertip, effectively almost doubling her natural nail length) gel nails. Of course, Sarah would have loved to give her tenant pink nails, but... that'd better wait for another time. Step by step. When she went back to pick her up, Sarah was pleased to see the insecure pleading eyes Lucy gave her, a silent complaint about how impractical her new talons were.

"They look fabulous, don't worry."

 

They went back in the car, where Lucy sat instinctively with her legs as wide as she could in the confine of the vehicle. That pleased Sarah, but she wanted more, she wanted her to repeat yesterday's performance in the car.

 

"You know Lucy... some models perform better when they stimulate themselves... down there... before the session.

-Do they, now?"

 

Was it her imagination, or the voice of her tenant was dripping with sarcasm?

As if she was making a point, Lucy closed her legs.

From this reaction, Sarah feared her tenant was really starting to wake up. With yesterday's drugs leaving her system, her will to fight was slowly coming back. So, even though she really would have loved for Lucy to masturbate in the car again, she bit her tongue and didn't push it.

 

She parked in front of the studio and led the way, her short white skirt and white frill top fluttering, hearing Lucy's flip flops following behind her. Opening the door, to Lucy's surprise, they were greeted by a woman in her late fifties who clearly had some work done. Her tattoos and skinny leather pants made her look like some washed out biker girl.

"Sarah! It has been so long!" She said, kissing her on the cheek.

"Too long. Lucy, meet Delfynn. She's the studio's owner."

 

The tall blonde, with short dyed blonde hair looked at Lucy with an intense interest, accentuated by her sharp eyebrows and intense eye makeup.

 

"So, you're Sarah's cousin who wants to take a shot at becoming the next pornstar, mmm?"

Lucy wanted to scream No! She was not!... but she couldn't say that. She looked at Sarah, who kept a neutral face, and decided her best course of action would be... a simple giggle. The universal response she was now going for when she didn't know what to answer. So, a small laugh escaped Lucy's throat.

 

"So charming.", commented the older lady. "And how old are you again dear?

-She's eighteen!", replied Sarah in Lucy's place.

-Hmmm really? She looks a bit older to me. Anyway. Today I'll be the one taking the pictures. Chop chop, we have a busy day..."

 

Lucy went to the makeup table as Sarah pondered on her next move. The rebellious attitude of her tenant in the car didn't sit well with her. Should she drug her again? She wasn't sure Lucy would get through the photoshoots without drugs. But, if she did, wouldn't she notice? Also, she wanted her awake, she wanted her to make her own choices, to fully experience her own degradation and descent toward becoming a porn star. Giving her another cocktail of MDMA would make her horny and obedient, sure... but too much and she would forget most of it by morning. And it was making her sick. What should she do?

 

The makeup artist was applying the finishing touches to her former schoolmate. The makeup was bold, dramatic: fake eyelashes and eye shadow giving her a rebellious look or maybe even a goth look, especially with her pale skin. She went to the dressing room where she was given a schoolgirl outfit. Like the last time, three shots were scheduled today, one purely solo, one with a male model that would be in the background and the last one, like the last time, with another girl (one of Sarah's friends actually) that hasn't arrived yet. She peeled off her t-shirt, then unclasped her sport bra. She had to catch the filled socks as they were spilling out like a secret revealed, feeling a pang of disappointment as her small bare chest with hard puffy nipples appeared underneath. Sliding down her sweatpants and panties in one fluid motion, her naked body was fully exposed as she tucked her clothes away. The long nails made everything a struggle but she still managed to squeeze into the school uniform, which was of course too small, too thin and cheap to be genuine, the blouse straining against her flat chest, her nipples poking through insistently. The pleated skirt barely skimmed her ass, so short she knew she would flash her white panties with every move. Trying not to poke herself with her French manicure, she rolled up the thigh-high socks and buckled the high heeled Mary Jane pumps. She was ready. A quick glance in the mirror confirmed what she thought. The strong eye makeup and blond strands of hair, even in pigtails, were giving her a naughty, mischievous, teasing look. The heels were making her legs longer of course, but also making her thinner. Seeing herself so thin, without the padded bra, she felt curiously a lot more vulnerable. Bigger breasts really suited her, making her look more mature, she thought.

 

Sarah knocked, then entered the room, positioning herself beside Lucy as she stared at her reflection.

"Look at you. You look like a slutty schoolgirl, the kind that talk back to the teacher... hoping to get bent over the desk... punished.", she purred, making Lucy blush. "The kind that give blowjobs in the bathrooms, get drunk and get fucked silly at the parties." Lucy knew Sarah was right and the thought was strangely thrilling. But, she was playing a role. It wasn't her.

 

She tottered out of the room, on Sarah's heels, to go to the set where Delfynn was waiting for her.

 

"Finally! Oh, dear. Yes, I can believe you're eighteen after all.", she said, looking very deliberately at her flat chest. Lucy's heart sank, feeling vaguely ashamed of her size. "Don't worry dear, you're perfectly in today's theme: a slutty schoolgirl seducing the camera."

 

She pushed her toward the center of the room where a desk and a chair had been placed.

 

"Sit on the chair, dear... Now pick up the book and pretend to read it. (flash) Oh! The book is too hard for you, isn't it? (flash) Give me a frown. A little frown please. Good. (flash) Now play with your hair."

 

Some days ago, prior to the photoshoot appointment had been set up, Sarah had given her friend Delfynn some instructions that the old woman was eager to follow. She didn't have the full details: as a professional, she would have refused to shot pictures of Lucy if she had knew how reluctant she really was about the whole thing. But still, she knew enough to find the situation hilarious: the former prude model student failing her dream school to embrace a new career in the porn industry. Today, they would try to push her as far as they could. The first two sets had been Sarah's idea, a way to mock and slowly erode Lucy's dreams of being a top student that would turn into a successful businesswoman. So, the first set would be her posing as a student, and the second one would be...

 

"It's too hard! Oh yes, it's so hard for you! (flash).", said Delfynn, interrupting Sarah's train of thoughts. She moved closer to Lucy, handling her camera with a surprising ease, looming over her. "Now... look up? Without moving your head. Yes, only your eyes. Look at me from below with you big pleading eyes. (flash)"

 

Lucy was posing looking up at the studio owner, sitting on the small chair, her legs spread, causing her pleated skirt to open, exposing her white panties. She had assumed the position by pure conditioning as soon as she had sat down, much to Sarah's satisfaction.

 

"Stare into space. Not a thought in your head. This book is boring. No no, don't look at the camera. Look very far, beyond it. And open your mouth a bit more. There."

Trying hard to comply, Lucy's facial expression captured by the camera was becoming deliciously vacant. There was no way people that would see her pics would guess this retarded looking slut with fake eyelashes could be anything than a dumb sex doll, and certainly not enrolled in one of the best school in the country.

 

"Now turn your whole body to the side. Good. Keep your legs open."

 

The training really had paid off. It was a lot easier for Lucy to expose herself to the camera now. Delfynn was squatting on the floor, an impressive performance on its own in her high heels boots and leather pants. The camera was pointed on Lucy's snatch.

 

"Put your hand between your legs, hide it, yes, like you're teasing someone. Very good!"

 

She complied, still sitting on the side of the chair, legs wide open, skirt up, her hand resting on her panties that was fully exposed. Trying to be very discreet under the camera assault, she gave a slight push with her fingers on the cotton fabric. She was immediately surprised to discover how wet she was.

 

"Oooh, that's very good dear! Can you do it again for me?"

 

Cursing at herself, Lucy pressed near her clit again, a bit harder, and was rewarded by a rush of sexual ecstasy.

 

"A bit more?"

 

Following the older woman instruction, she started to rub herself, slowly. Her panties became visibly wet, her whole body shivering.

 

"Stop! That's enough. Now close your legs, dear, yes, very tight. And open your top."

 

Hands trembling, button after button, she slowly undid the white shirt, an operation rendered delicate by the tightness of the shirt and her new, unfamiliar, long nails. At the same time, she was squeezing her thighs, stimulating her pleasure center with her leg muscles.

The shirt finally opened, revealing her bare chest under it, nipples hard like diamonds. She immediately looked up, driven by some instinct, to see Delfynn's reaction. As soon as she caught herself doing that, Lucy became ashamed of herself, not because her chest was nonexistent, but ashamed of the need of validation she was seeking from this older woman.

 

"Awww, don't worry dear, plastic surgeons can fix that later, they do miracles these days." The words hit Lucy like a slap in the face. But Delfynn moved on quickly. "Now give me a smile. Perfect! And now... down with the panties!"

 

She shifted slightly, sat forward, and slid down the panties down her legs, as if she was going to pee.

 

"Keep them at your ankles dear. Open your legs back again." She obliged, displaying her shaved pussy for the first time, heart racing. "Cover it with your hand. That's it!" She was staring at the camera, with the heavy, dark eye shadow making it look like she was defying the person looking at her to come closer, to come grab her. The camera moved around her, capturing her erotic display from all angles. Her fingers, still on her labia, moved around almost with their own will, driven by an impulse beyond her control. She was on the verge of masturbating right here, right now. But it was just a nude photoshoot, not full on porn, right? She should absolutely control herself.

 

"Now, get up. Remove your shirt. Remove your skirt."

She obeyed, letting the garments fall to the floor. She stepped out of her panties, trying not to catch them in the heels of her mary jane shoes. And soon, except for the high heeled shoes, she was naked, her thin, pale body fully exposed under the lights.

 

Sarah was amazed at the difference from the previous photoshoot. Spending so many days naked at home, even naked in front of strangers, had somehow liberated Lucy. In fact, as she continued to move and pose for the camera, Lucy seemed almost more at ease naked than wearing the schoolgirl outfit.

 

"Turn around. Yes. Bend here. Oh my, you're really sexy."

 

Delfynn continued to give her instructions along with very detailed comments about Lucy's appearance. Her way of handling the shot was indeed very different from Dom: as a professional, he would NEVER make ANY comment about the bodies of the performers. He would compliment the pose, repeating his trademarked "perfect, perfect" but NEVER criticize the model physique directly. It would have been a professional fault.

 

But Delfynn didn't care. It was her studio, she was the boss, and maybe more importantly she was a former model herself, female, and felt this kind of professional rules didn't apply to her.

And she was laying it thick.

 

"You have such a flat chest, arch your back, that's it. (flash) Push it forward. (flash) Your nipples are de-li-cious dear, I hope you're aware of that. Stand straight. Yes. Such a pretty pussy. (flash) Hmm... You ass could be a bit more toned... I'll give you some exercise to do, would you like that...?"

 

The flip-flop between negative critiques and cold compliments about her physique was very confusing for Lucy: her chest size (something people could judge even if she was dressed) was too small but her nipples (the part that is supposed to stay hidden) were "delicious". The shape of her ass (also something that was visible when she was dressed) was flat but her pussy (something that's supposed to be hidden) was "pretty".

In short, Delfynn was telling Lucy she looked better naked than dressed !

 

She posed, naked, on the chair, spreading her legs, blushing as she was letting this older, confident woman take picture after picture, scrutinizing and commenting her body.

 

It felt like hours, but, after a few minutes in reality, the photoshoot ended. No time to lose, the day was packed with them. Technicians entered the set to prepare it for the next shot and Lucy wobbled away, heels clicking, holding her discarded schoolgirl uniform to cover herself a bit.

Sarah was on the side here with an Asian girl wearing full on makeup, apparently ready to take Sarah's position on the set.

 

"That was phenomenal, what a change. Good job.", said Sarah.

"Yes, you were really great, wow, it seems to be a true calling for you.", said the other model.

Lucy's whole body flushed red with shame. She enjoyed the compliment, but hated it at the same time.

 

"Thanks, uh..."

After a few seconds of perplexity, she recognized the girl as Sarah's friend she had met before. One of the nicest of the bunch.

 

"Leena?" she said tentatively.

"That's it!", beamed the Asian girl .

 

Lucy smiled, happy to see her again, then realized something: 

"Are we... are we shooting together later?"

-Yes! The last shot of the day. We both have another shot before that. Ok, see you later!"

 

Lucy nodded as she was being pushed by Sarah toward the makeup room.