Damp cotton pads glided across Lucy's skin, refreshing, hypnotic, almost relaxing. She was sitting in a bathrobe at the makeup station, legs slightly spread, as all of her makeup was being removed. Stroke by stroke, the naughty, dangerous look of the schoolgirl was methodically being wiped away.

She wanted to sleep, lose herself in the pampering, but was kept awake by a lingering apprehension: she had been told the concept for the next photoshoot would be something radically different. What could it be?

 

As soon as the makeup was removed, the makeup artist went at it again. She plastered on layers of thick, chalky foundation... cakey, amateurish. Lucy was not a pro but she could tell. It was too much. The blush was also a bit too high, too heavy, mirroring the work of a beginner. She closed her eyes as frosty, blue eyeshadow that contrasted far too much with her skin tone was painted on her eyelid and surrounded by large, fake, spidery eyelashes, themselves covered with an obscene amount of mascara, clumping strands together. The eyebrows, painted too high, too thin, too dark, completed the look. Her hair was next, sprayed with sweet-smelling lacquer and backcombed to give her a big hair look from another decade, the new blonde highlights looking artificial and cheap under the lights.

 

When it was over, Lucy didn't recognize herself. She looked older. She tried to move her face, tried to find a flattering angle, but there was none. In the mirror, she was staring at a woman at her wit's end, the kind of woman desperate for companionship, a woman that had been used and abused by countless men, now frantically searching for male sexual validation, because she had been so thoroughly chewed up she now firmly believed she was worthless and her look was her only redeeming value.

She gave Sarah a desperate look (the only one that she could give after this transformation), but her former classmate only answered with a thumb up.

 

Next came the wardrobe. Lucy got up, catching a last glimpse of her sexy, worried look and removed the bathrobe to slide on some very tiny, lacy, red panties. Lucy was thin, but the undies were so small they still dug painfully into her flesh. The bra was equally tight: a red push up bra, so extremely constricting that it managed to push her chest, even though it was basically nonexistent, upward, compressing it, squeezing it out until two little nubs of flesh finally appeared on top looking for all the world as if they were screaming, "Look! We're Lucy's tits! We exist!"

Against the painful garment , Lucy could feel each of her heartbeats in a steady rhythm, as if her bound chest was pounding to escape, but... she looked good. The bra's cups were molding imaginary assets, and the bit of flesh jutting out at the top was helping sell the illusion. For the first time in her life, she had breasts. A C-cup, maybe? She liked it a lot.

 

A white shirt followed, so thin you could see almost all the bra details under it, so small it restricted her arm movements. The fabric ended just over her belly button, baring her flat stomach enticingly.

 

Finally, she slipped into a miniskirt, pulling the black fabric up too much at first, exposing her crotch in the red panties, because she had never wore such a short skirt before. She had to pull the skirt low on her hips, exposing her belly even more. And even so low on her waist, the skirt was barely managing to cover her ass cheeks.

 

Sarah was looking at her with a big grin. The stylist that helped her dress was also smiling, visibly proud of her work. The makeup artist, still in the room, had a sudden insight: "Oooh, wait, I have an idea!", she said, rummaging into her bags. She managed to find a fake magnetic belly button piercing that clipped right into Lucy's belly button, completing the look of a desperate, slutty, very inappropriately dressed office girl. The long gel nails were cementing the idea even further.

 

"You look hot," Sarah exclaimed. "I'm actually starting to worry you're going to steal my spotlight."

 

*Trust me, I'm not,* Lucy thought. She vowed that this would be the last time she submitted herself to this kind of disgraceful work. But one step at a time. She needed to cash in this photo shoot, then she would find some other way to continue her studies, of course she would. After investing so much time and money to get into this school, she couldn't back down, disappoint everyone... This job was a temporary answer to her troubles, a noble struggle, a proof of her determination to succeed. Later, when she would become the successful businesswoman she was meant to be, people might even admire her resilience. It didn’t define her. And it was certainly not a career choice!

 

Both girls went on the set (Lucy barefoot, clutching black stilettos) to watch Leena perform. The Asian model, visibly very proud of her toned body, was posing provocatively on all fours on a lush carpet, naked save for impossibly high neon green stripper heels. She bent forward, baring it all, head down, ass up, shamelessly exposing both her brown holes to the camera with a playful, inviting smile.

The girl was a pro, a full-fledged pornstar in the making, no doubt about it.

 

Delfynn, as energetic as ever, was swirling around her, taking picture after picture, giving words of appreciation and shouting directions: "Beautiful! Now flip over!"

 

Leena rolled on her back, unveiling her firm round fake tits. They were big, obviously fake, bolted on her chest, but not that disproportionate to her petite Asian frame. Following the older woman's instructions, she opened up her legs, her heels pointing to the ceiling.

 

"Look at this little slut, she wants it.", whispered Sarah in Lucy's ear.

 

On set, Leena arched her back into a precarious bridge, spine curving away from the floor, balancing from her shoulder blades to her stilettos and covered her pussy with her hand.

 

"She's such a fucking nympho", continued Sarah, filling Lucy's head with the same kind of degrading comments she used when they watched porn together. "Look how she's rubbing her pussy now, she loves it, the dirty whore."

 

Lucy was transfixed by the scene in front of her, her mind eager to sink into that horny fuzzy feeling she learned to love the past few days.

Leena's performance on set was wild: she was now totally oblivious to Delfynn, furiously rubbing between her legs, lost in a craze, eyes half closed. All playfulness was gone, her only focus was her own immediate, urgent pleasure.

 

"What a fucking whore, look at her go, a fucking bitch in heat... look how she play with herself... it's so hot.", whispered Sarah.

 

Lucy couldn't hold it: her own right hand, still holding the shoes, drifted toward her own pussy. Everybody in the room was focused on Leena, she reasoned, perhaps... she could... discreetly... oh... Yes. Her thumb knuckle met her sensitive area, stroking it, heart beating. Nobody will notice, I'll just keep the stilettos in front of me, she thought, pushing again her hand between her legs, through the miniskirt.

 

"That's it my little slut... touch yourself..."

 

Lucy heart hammered fast, her cheeks flushed, she started to hyper ventilate but... something was missing. The pleasure wasn't fully there. Was it because she was standing up, in a public setting? No. Something was really missing. She pressed her hand against her sex one more time, directly on top of the red panties from under the skirt, sending delicious waves of pleasure that felt a bit... numb? She pressed through the garment again, harder this time, longer, trying to target her clit, but the spell had been broken. Maybe she needed to touch her flesh directly? Push the panties to the side, and wantonly touch here bare pussy in public?

 

But a few seconds later, the photo shoot finally ended in Leena's loud climax.

 

Lucy was next.

 

After a while, Leena approached them, smiling naughtily, her fit body totally exposed, ass moving rhythmically and thrusting her fake chest, without a shred of shame.

 

"Good job girl!", said Sarah.

"Thanks! Did you like it Lucy?"

 

Lucy did like it, maybe a little too much actually, as a wave of shame was rushing through her body, suddenly conscious about 1)how she had almost frigged herself to Leena's performance and 2)how tarted up she was.

 

"Y-yes...

-Are you ok Lucy? A bit nervous maybe?" asked Sarah, pretending to be concerned about her tenant.

She was not okay, she wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear, but she could  hear the faint threat behind her owner's words. She was supposed to be Sarah's 18 years old cousin eager to make it into porn.

 

"Yes... just a bit nervous.", she giggled.

 

The Asian girl smiled.

 

"Need something to help you relax?", she asked mysteriously.

 

Lucy's eyes moved up to the naked girl's face and didn't answer. She didn't get exactly what she meant and her face was now very serious and expressionless. Was she suggesting... drugs? Was it how she managed to be so chill in front of the camera? It couldn't be, but at the same time...

 

Delfynn interrupted them: "Here you are! Come with me Lucy, chop chop!"

 

They left the two other girls behind and Lucy was dragged abruptly, to her surprise, toward the dressing room to stop in front of the full body mirror. Lucy really looked like a cheap skank in the harsh dressing room lights, her skirt so short it was basically useless, exposing her red panties, her flat, soft stomach totally bare, adorned with the tacky (fake) navel ring that glinted like a desperate cry for attention. The flimsy crop-top blouse with buttons was a joke, showcasing instead of hiding the indecent red push up bra that squeezed her small tits out. But, it registered, in a deep and very secret part of her brain, that she looked better, she felt better, in this lewd outfit than when she had been wearing the smelly, stiff, too big houndstooth skirt and business jacket they dressed her up with last time. She liked dressing like a young desperate brainless office tart more than dressing as an executive!

 

Behind her, the studio owner whispered: "Put on your heels, dear."

 

Lucy complied, stepping in the precariously very tall shoes that forced her weight forward unnaturally. She never wore heels that high before and had to grab Delfynn's arm for support.

 

"What a sight! Don't fall on me hmm? You'll get used to it. So, this shoot is going to be a bit different. I want emotions! I want tension! You're not playing dress up dear, you'll really play a role, can you do that for me?"

 

Lucy nodded, still gripping on her arm, not daring to make a step.

 

"Tell me... what do you see in the mirror?

-Uh... me?

-...no my dear. What kind of woman would dress like that? What's her job?"

 

A prostitute, Lucy thought. But she stayed silent.

 

"Tell me, what job are you dressed for?... Can you tell me dear?"

The older woman had in her voice a condescending tone that felt like a physical punch, making her stomach drop and leaving her limbs heavy. She hated that tone. It made her feel small. Of course, Delfynn thought she was 18, she remembered. A young, stupid, wannabe pornstar that didn't know anything about life. So what was the answer she was looking for? It couldn't be a simple as...

 

"I'm like... a secretary?" she answered, hesitantly.

 

"That's right!" The praise made her feel good for a split second. "But do you think this is how a secretary usually dresses?"

Of course not! I'm not stupid! wanted to scream Lucy. But she just shook her head no.

 

"What kind of woman do you think she is?... is she smart? (a shake for no) She's a bit slutty, isn't it? (a nod for yes). She dressed like that because she wanted the job, because she wanted to convey something, isn't she? (uh) She wanted to show she would be a pretty, obedient secretary. Isn't she dear?"

 

Lucy nodded yes, impatient to put an end to this, still being held by Delfynn from behind.

 

"You NEED to get into the character. Can you say it for me? You're a dumb, submissive, slutty secretary."

 

The girl flushed red, heart racing in her ears. Did she really have to do it? Yes. She just had to bear with it.

 

"I'm... I'm a dumb..." She hated she couldn't remember the rest.

 

"....a dumb, submissive, slutty secretary.

-....a dumb, submissive, slutty secretary." she repeated, the words scraping against her tongue.

 

"That's very good! Again!" Once more, for a fleeting second, it felt good being praised.

 

"I am....a dumb, submissive, slutty secretary.

-Are you a smart girl?

-...uh...

-Are you smart dear?"

 

Was she smart, really? Dressed like a skank, doing nude photoshoots? But it wasn't her!

 

"...I guess?", she said, tentatively.

Delfynn voice dropped with contempt and shook her from behind, making her almost fall from her precarious heels.

"Stay in character, dear! Do you understand?"

 

Lucy didn't want to break an ankle, so she nodded fast.

 

"Let's try again. Are you smart ?

-...no.

-Are you obedient?

-...yes.

-You're kinda slutty, aren't you?

-...yes."

 

She wanted to cry.

 

"What are you?

-...I'm a dumb, submissive, slutty secretary.

-You're a dumb, obedient, slutty girl.

-I'm a dumb, obedient, slutty girl.

-Good girl!"

 

And that was it. Something inside Lucy had given way. Delfynn disengaged her arm but Lucy almost fell forward, so she grabbed her again.

 

"Careful dear! Maybe remove those shoes for now hmm? That's right. Now let's get back."

 

They moved past Sarah and Leena (who was waiting to enter to change) and went back to the main room. The set had been transformed into the mockery of an office, with an office chair, a large but cheap L desk, a small flatscreen monitor, a mouse and a keyboard, plugged into a laptop. Some folders scattered across the faux-wood surface along with a printer. A big, fake potted plant in the corner. Two rolling cabinets. A trashcan. A lamp.

 

Holding the black stilettos, Lucy followed Delfynn. She introduced her to a tall, muscular guy dressed sharply. His clothes were too tight for him but still made him look like an executive. Maybe someone with financial ties with the studio?, wondered Lucy. But, at the same time, he looked a bit too young, too buff, and his shaved head was not very professional.

 

"Dear, this is Jürgen. He'll work with you for this shoot. Aw, don't worry! He will just be in the background. To give some credibility to the shoot, ok?"

 

Lucy was then instructed to sit on the chair in the middle of the set. It was a standard, armless budget office chair with a paper-thin seat. The crotch of her red panties was immediately exposed, so she moved up and seated again, pulling on the skirt, forcing herself to keep her legs closed.

 

"Let's start. Put your heels on and pretend you're using the computer."

 

Without getting up, she slipped the shoes back on and rolled with the chair to the desk. She waved the mouse around and the screen came alive.

 

"Good. Continue, pretend you're working."

 

Not knowing what to do, she clicked on the web browser and the webpage of the studio opened while Delfynn was already taking pictures.

 

"Yes... now browse the website! (flash)"

 

She clicked some links randomly, forgetting for a split second where she was. It was weird sitting here, at a desk, in what looked like a real office at a glance if you didn't look beyond the white infinity wall. Focused on the bright screen, she felt for a fleeting moment like she was sitting and working in an office, until a flash brought her back to reality. On the screen, she entered the gallery section and was now looking at soft porn.

 

"Take the mouse in your other hand. Yes. Now put your right hand between your legs to hide your panties."

 

Lucy moved her hand down there and suddenly realized she had been spreading her legs wide ever since she moved the chair forward. Sarah's forced habit was really getting ingrained in her. In front of the desk (that had no modesty panel of course), Delfynn was squatting, taking pictures from below, immortalizing her thin creamy parted legs and the faint outline of her red panties. Lucy continued navigating the website, scrolling through the explicit pictures. Suddenly, the hand between her legs had a spasm almost on its own, pushing the fabric against her pussy. She discovered she very wet.

Lucy became paralyzed, worried that if she removed her hand, the wet spot would be very visible in the camera. Thankfully Delfynn moved on the side, then behind her. It was a sight: a young, pretty, slutty secretary tramp, clearly touching herself while watching porn at work.

 

"Remove your panties dear."

 

The sharp order set Lucy back in motion. Bracing her weight unsteadily on her high heels, she moved her ass up the chair and rolled down the tight panties, feeling immediately relieved. She didn't realize how much painful it had been, digging into her flesh until now. Her shaved sex was now exposed, peeking through the black miniskirt.

 

"Good! Keep the panties on your ankles. (flash)", instructed the older woman, while coming back to squat in front. From below, she could see the slender manicured hand of Lucy hiding her sex, her legs parted, and the red garment now a fine line around her thin ankles that the black stilettos made even slender.

 

"That's it! Such a dumb, lazy, horny secretary (flash). You don't want to work, do you? (flash) You rather want to touch yourself at work, you naughty girl! (flash) Touch your breast. That's right."

 

Lucy was trying not to enjoy the feeling but was a losing battle. The pleasure from her fingers, now directly in contact with her wet flesh, and her other hand, teasing a nipple, were making her almost delirious. She couldn't register it wasn't a simple nude photo shoot anymore, that it had clearly turned softcore porn at this point. But, compared to how she felt masturbating at home, something was missing. A soft buzz in the background. Something enveloping. A floaty feeling.

 

"Oh no! Your boss caught you! He's just behind you!", Delfynn exclaimed playfully as she motioned Jürgen to come on the set.

 

Fully immersed in the fantasy, Lucy sat straight instantly, hand cupping her pussy, red with shame.

 

"Very good! (flash) This is what we want!"

 

She pivoted her chair toward the man, who was standing next to her, on the other side of the L shaped desk, dominating her by his strong physical presence.

 

"Look at him from below... yes, good. (flash) Close your legs...(flash)...now... open them again... slowly...(flash)... you've been a naughty girl, hmm? You need to apologize, don't you? (flash)"

 

Lucy was now deliberately exposing herself to her muscular (fake) boss. It was a different feeling than posing for the camera. Now, she was teasing someone, like she did during Sarah's little exercises. But, unlike the delivery drivers, Jürgen's face remained expressionless. That stung Lucy a bit.

 

"Good! (flash) Now, seduce him, ok? (flash)"

 

Seduce him, but how, she thought. For the first time, she wasn't given clear instructions like "remove this item" but a more general direction. "Seduce him." She made a pouty face, with no effect, so she leaned back even more on the chair, opening her legs even wider (but still hiding her pussy with her hand). A small, almost imperceptible smile may have appeared on his face, but she wasn't sure.

 

"That's it dear. (flash) Seduce your boss."

 

She managed to let go of her pussy, exposing her sex to his gaze, and unbuttoned her tiny blouse, not sure if it was the correct course of action.

 

"Good, good!"

 

Sarah, her former classmate, was watching with a fascinated pleasure how the snobby student has been turned into a true porn actress, playing a humiliating game of office submission for the camera.

Lucy had removed her blouse now, still looking for a hint of desire in Jürgen's eyes. Her desperation was real, and her heavy, over-the-top makeup was making it even stronger. She didn't know what to do.

 

"Show him your pretty nipples, dear!", said Delfynn, matter of factly.

 

Delfynn didn't say "her breasts", she noticed. Because she didn't have breasts. She said "her nipples". She unclasped her bra, worrying about what would Jürgen think of her small nubs, and admonishing herself for worrying about that at the same time. But she knew she had pretty nipples. Would he like them?, she wondered, while holding the cups with both her hands. And, finally, she revealed her hard bullets of flesh, to an impassive, stoic Jürgen.

 

"Very good! You're a natural dear! (flash)"

 

A bit ashamed, her eyes moved lower and she suddenly realized Jürgen was slowly stroking what looked like a gigantic cock that was tenting through his pants. The world shifted around Lucy. She entered  a new reality, a raw, dirty, pornographic reality where she was some sort of masturbatory object, a world where it was normal that men could stroke their covered penis in front of her. Maybe he has been stroking from the start. He wanted to fuck her. She felt degraded and excited at the same time.

 

"Very good. Stop! Ten minutes break.", Delfynn announced. Then, coming closer to Lucy: "We need to wait for those bra marks to fade."

The bra, because it was so tight, had indeed imprinted large, very visible red pressure stripes on her chest that weren't desirable on the camera. Delfynn asked her to keep her tits out and went out with most of the staff to have a smoke break.

 

Someone called her:"Good job Lucy! Come here girl!"

 

It was Leena. Lucy slipped off the heels, covered her nipples with her hands and walked over awkwardly, wearing nothing but the black miniskirt, her bare ass chafing against the fabric, leaving her more and more exposed after each step.

 

 

"How do you feel, Lucy?

-Uh... Alright.", she said, forcing a smile, one hand still hiding her chest, the other tugging futilely at the hem of her skirt.

 

"You're still nervous uh?", asked the Asian girl.

Still very confused about her own emotions, Lucy could only manage to answer with a giggle. Another thing Sarah had ingrained in her.

 

Leena glanced around quickly, then lowered her voice: "I got something that might help you relax... if you want. Just a little pick-me-up"

 

She showed a small pink heart-shaped tablet in her palm.

 

"It'll make you feel warmer. More... invested. A lot of girls take a bit before scenes."

 

Lucy stared at it.  That was very new for Lucy. She never (consciously) took any drugs before. But, more importantly, she never *considered* trying it. Until now.

 

That numb, frustrating feeling from earlier flashed in her mind, the pleasure that was there but somehow hollow. Missing something. Something that was, unknowingly to her, closely associated with the drugs Sarah injected in her system. She craved this feeling of being horny, floating on a little cloud of pleasure. And, deep down, somehow, she knew this pill was the key to unlock it again.

 

"I... don't know...", she murmured, eyes still fixed on the pill.

"I won't force you.", Leena said gently. "Here, I'm taking half.". She broke the tablet. "Take the small part. It's not very strong anyway."

 

Lucy complied and watched the girl gulp hers. It should be ok, right? If Leena was taking it? She could, too?

 

"Only to help me get through the shoot", she told herself as she swallowed her own half.

 

Lucy scuttled sheepishly back to the set where the crew was already returning. Sarah watched her go as she approached Leena.

 

"Did you give her... drugs?"

Sarah's feelings were ambivalent. Sure, she was delighted that Lucy had voluntarily taken the drug....

 

"Yes. You wanted to fuck her up, right?", answered Leena with a smile.

...but on the other hand, she felt a bit frustrated that the tight control she had over Lucy's life was slipping to someone else.

 

The product hadn't kicked in yet, but Lucy's attitude had already changed. Disinhibited, she sank into the office chair and slid her feet back into her heels, before leaning toward her fake boss's crotch with a playful hunger in her eyes.

"Very good Lucy, go on!"

 

Her legs were parted, her right hand on her bare pussy, as she bent forward, over the narrower part of the L-shaped desk. This big cock, encased in fabric, that she just saw swollen with desire for her, was now her singular focus. It seemed deflated now, though. Did she imagine it? Without thinking, she extended a hand toward it and thought she felt it, but wasn't sure. She moved her eyes up, meeting the gaze of her male partner. They both smirked at each other, sharing a secret understanding.

The flash jolted her to reality and she removed her hand shyly.

 

"Get under the desk now.", ordered Delfynn.

Lucy got down on her knees a bit awkwardly, as she had to tug at her skirt to keep it from revealing too much and fight with the height and stiffness of her heels. She crawled under and arrived right at Jürgen's feet where she was captured by the camera as small, submissive and eager. The drug was starting to work.

"Very good Lucy! Look at him from below! You're such a little secretary slut. You want your boss cock, don't you? You want to show him how talented you are. Get closer to it."

Her face went right next to his crotch, almost feeling, from a distance, radiating on her cheeks, the heat of his member that was getting hard again.

 

"And now... well... touch it?"

 

She didn't know if Delfynn meant using her hand or her cheek. The cheek seemed easier, so she pressed it against the zipper of the dress pants and immediately back again, too fast for the photographer to get a usable picture even in burst mode. But during the brief second, she could feel it, warm, hard, velvety against her face.

 

"Aww, that was a bit fast dear. Can you do it again?" She shook her head no, her face red with shame.

 

"Well, do you want to open his pants then?" A silent refusal again. It wasn't a porn shot, it was a nude shot.

"Alright. Get on the desk then, let's get some more pictures of you."

 

Jürgen helped pull her to her feet. The steady, manly physical contact made her heart flutter. Even in her towering heels, the muscular man was a good head taller than her. Every instinct screamed at her to collapse her thin, half-naked form into his powerful chest or pull him into a kiss. She moved toward him, enthralled, closer and closer... but backed out at the last moment. Her rational mind was weakening every passing second but was still in control. Instead, she gripped his strong arms to kneel on the desk.

 

"Very well! Sit straight. Make yourself taller. Show him those nipples."

 

She suddenly realized that the concern of exposing her bare chest had been pushed aside. She could look the male model in the eye, being photographed, her upper body naked, without any pang of shame.

 

"That's it. Shake it for him." She pointlessly swayed her shoulder back and forth, her breasts too small to jiggle at all.

 

"Now cup them. Present them to him. Offer them. That's it, dear. Very good."

 

"You NEED him to desire you, hmm? You're not very smart. (flash) Show him what you bring to his company. I want you to CRAVE his approval, dear. Yes. (flash) You're a dumb (flash), but, oh, thankfully, submissive (flash), slutty (flash) secretary (flash). That's why they keep you here isn't it? Now stick your tongue out. Open your mouth."

 

Flash after flash, the camera captured the debasement of her playing this desperate worker, maybe a young intern slavishly trying to please her boss with her non-existent assets. Delfynn's goal had been reached: as Lucy bounced on the desk, mouth open and tongue out, cupping her flat chest, her excessive makeup and over-lacquered mane with bleach-streaked bangs had perfectly transformed her into an eager, stupid, office bimbo. The excessively high heels and especially the tacky navel ring served as a final glamorous touch, magnifying even further Lucy's display of vacant sexiness. She wasn't some confident, professional woman engaged in a role of playful seduction with her boss (which would have been bad enough). No, it was more humiliating than that: she was first and foremost a young slut, a brainless harlot without any inclination to administrative work, now working in an office almost by chance, and her only talent was to monetize her sexuality, be it here in an office or there in a bedroom. She wasn't even a secretary, she was some kind of prostitute role playing as a secretary.

 

But Delfynn wasn't done yet. She instructed her to get on all fours on the table, her miniskirt riding up and turning into a black belt on her waist. She was now almost totally naked. The fact that the skirt had rolled up made it feel more provocative than being fully naked, as if it were proof she had been in a rush to be promiscuous with her boss. Lucy bent down, pushing her shoulder low on the desk, her mind growing blurrier and blurrier. She smiled as Delfynn from behind took picture after picture of her completely exposed asshole and pussy, without Lucy even registering how exposed she was.

 

The scene ended and she was guided back to the makeup room, grinning at Sarah and Leena as she passed by them, unashamed of her nakedness, happy to finally float again on a familiar pink cloud of pleasure.

 

Her makeup was adjusted as quickly as possible but the sun had already set when she emerged from the room. It was night outside.

She had been dressed in a light blue baby doll lingerie, with matching heels. Her nipples stood out under the weightless fabric that felt light on her skin. Swirling floral designs adorned the sheer garment, the color of her hard buds still clearly noticeable through the transparent material. She was wearing blue panties, once again too small for her, and on her feet were sandals with a thin heel, slightly lower than the previous ones but harder to walk in.

She was moved back to the set, which had been transformed again. A thick white carpet and fluffy pillow had turned it dreamlike, matching the floaty state Lucy was in. Leena was already there, in her own white baby doll, a lining of fur failing to hide her artificial breasts. She lined up next to her, both facing the camera. Leena grabbed Lucy's left hand with her right, interlocking their fingers, and asked her how she felt. Lucy answered with a giggle and the shot started.

Even in her confused state of mind, she realized that posing with a semi-pro like Leena was fast, humbling, and educational. Leena barely needed direction; she flowed from one pose to the next with effortless confidence. She knew exactly which way to tilt her chin, when to part her lips, and when to lock eyes with the camera or drift away from it. Yet, through it all, she still found the space to connect with her less experienced partner with knowing eyes.

Lucy marveled at the bronze skin of her partner, contrasting with her own pale complexion whenever their bodies met. Eventually, Leena pulled her close, reaching to grab her small ass as her face hovered just inches away, close enough for a kiss. Though petite in her Asian frame, Leena dominated effortlessly, playing with Lucy like a predator teasing its prey. She embraced her deeper, pressing her heavy fake tits hard against Lucy's chest to lean sensually toward her ear:

 

"You're doing great Lucy," Leena murmured between the rapid clicks of the shutter. "You look beautiful."

 

Her hot breath brushed against Lucy's earlobe, giving her goosebumps. When she slowly moved back, her lips lingered on her jaw, then her cheek, and, finally, connected with her lips, in a delicate, tender, almost ethereal kiss. Leena didn't push it and stopped quickly, before Lucy could fully realize what was happening, but not before the camera could capture the intimate moment between the two girls.

Here it was. Sarah smiled, beaming with satisfaction, as the realization sank in. Lucy had taken another step: beyond a lingerie photo shot, beyond posing nude. It was Lucy kissing a girl, Lucy doing lesbian (soft) porn, forever captured on camera. And it might go even further. Leena clearly wanted more from her tenant.

 

Guided by Delfynn's directives, both girls lowered themselves to their knees on the plush white carpet, their legs partially obscured by the thick yarn. They both slid off the baby doll straps, the lace gliding effortlessly on Lucy's chest, revealing her bullet-hard nipples, while it clung lightly over Leena's augmented breasts. Two large, heavy orbs of flesh jutted out, triggering a mix of admiration and jealousy in the flatter girl's heart.

 

Next step was the panties and soon they were nude, two angelic babes floating on cloud nine. Still kneeling, they moved closer, their thighs intertwined, hiding each other's attributes with their bodies as they looked at the camera. As Lucy looked at the camera, Leena started to stroke her lower back skin innocently. The sensual touch registered faintly in her drugged mind, but she didn't dare to move. Besides, she kind of liked it? Delfynn had her lie down, with Leena on top. In this position, the soft caress of Leena's long, black, silky strands of hair danced above her, sending electric tingles through her body. Leena moved to her ear again, her nipples deliberately brushing against Lucy's: "You're so hot," she murmured.

 

She moved down her neck, just breathing there, then her shoulder where she gave her a little kiss, then moved down to her chest, then to her stiff nipples filled with desire. Her mouth engulfed the sensitive diamond-hard flesh, making Lucy convulse and moan with delight as pleasure was bursting out of her. She moved even lower, triggering genuine giggles as her lips passed on her belly, kissed the top of her thighs, caressing them. By some ancient animal reflex, Lucy opened her legs, unveiling her wet, pink pussy lips to Leena whose tongue immediately began licking in with fierce, hungry strokes. Lucy gasped and writhed, mad with pleasure under the skilled assault of her partner. She never felt such concentrated bliss, it was as if her long masturbation sessions of late were condensed into five seconds of pure ecstasy. Five seconds, because, to her dismay, Leena moved her head back up. She looked at her, wanted to plead her to get back between her legs, where she belonged, were it was right, were it was perfect and feeling so damn good. But even in her drugged state, she remember where she was, what she was doing. A photo shot. Yes.

 

"Very good girls! Ok, that will be all for you dear.", said Delfynn, "Leena, you continue with Jürgen.".

 

As she stood up precariously naked in her heels, grabbing the discarded baby doll, Lucy felt frustrated, used, aroused, exposed, excited, all at once. Her legs were shaking, so Sarah helped her walk to sit off to the side of the set. On the set, Jürgen took Lucy's place, starting a new scene.

Lucy watched him, naked, his large erect member on full display, the very dick she desired so much when he was posing as her boss. She watched as Leena sucked him with an evident satisfaction, making the entirety of his impressive shaft effortlessly disappear in her throat, then out of it, covered in slime.

 

Sitting next to her, Sarah was devilishly commenting: "What a dirty whore, she gobbles his cock like a pro... and she loves it, the little slut..."

Lucy had a spasm and suddenly realized she had her legs spread, her hand rubbing between thighs. Here she was, naked, masturbating on a porn set, looking at her friend, wishing she was her. But she didn't stop. Jürgen was now riding Leena, as Lucy was rubbing her pussy with abandon, encouraged by Sarah. The pleasure grew and grew, the sweet release feeling simultaneously closer and closer but escaping, always at the edge...

 

"I have the toy in the car, if you want...", whispered Sarah.

 

Did she want? She knew the wand would definitely do the job. She nodded yes.

 

A few minutes later, both girls were back in the car. Sarah was driving on the expressway, mostly deserted in this late hour. Her focused face was rhythmically illuminated by the glowing lights on the side of the road. Next to her, pink gym shorts and panties were lying on the floor of the passenger side. Her tenant had removed them. She was sitting next to her, eyes half closed, mouth wide open, as she was using the Hitachi Magic Wand to pleasure herself, unconcerned with the fact she was once again pleasuring herself in public. She NEEDED the wand now.

This was the flip side of this little toy: the more someone uses it, the harder it becomes to reach orgasm without it, thought Sarah with a wicked smile.

Hardcore porn was playing on Sarah's phone on the dashboard. Sarah had set it up quickly but Lucy was barely looking at it. Nevermind, it was there, the characteristic sounds of a girl being deepthroated resonating through the car's interior and without a doubt fueling fantasies in Lucy's horny mind. Sarah wanted to strongly associate hardcore, degrading porn with pleasure.

She wanted to turn her tenant into the most depraved, nympho skank of the sex industry. She wouldn't be a pornstar, she would be porn incarnate. She would never "perform", because her true core personality would be twisted into the grotesque caricature of a permanently horny, mindless, fuckdoll.

 

And looking at her, desperately frigging her snatch with a sex toy in a car, as she was going home from shooting a lesbian porn scene where she had her pussy licked, she was well on her way.