Casey woke up naked.
What the fuck?
Then she remembered the events of the previous evening.
Oh God, what have I done!
She buried her face in her hands and tried to think of a way to make anything positive of it. She tried to console herself with the thought that it was only him who saw it and she didn’t even know who he was.
She made an effort to shrug it off and set about doing “normal things,” like putting her pyjamas on, so everything would appear business as usual to her mother when she went down for breakfast.
Fuck it. Who cares if that’s how he gets his rocks off.
After breakfast, she got dressed, remembering once again not to wear underwear, and then went to get her bike out.
Ding.
What the fuck? Already?
She was already dreading the upskirts and whatever dreadful “mission” she would have to perform that day. She guessed she was about to find out what that mission might entail.
“You have earned a reward. Ditch college today. Details to come”
Casey wondered just what he meant by “a reward.” Knowing what things had been like with him so far, she doubted it would be anything she would like. But on the plus side, maybe she was due a day off anyway, especially after everything she’d gone through in the last few days.
She rode her bike to a park nearby and waited until she was confident her mother would have left, then rode back home. Confident that the coast was clear, she went back inside and took a nice long shower, then wrapped herself in a fluffy robe and settled in front of the TV with a cup of coffee.
About an hour and a half later she got the next text.
Ding.
“Nice things happen to nice girls. Go to Gillian’s salon at 11:00 am for a haircut, massage & manicure. All has been paid for. Send me a selfie afterwards”
He knows Gillian gave me a card for a salon? Is there anything he doesn’t know about me? A haircut and massage sounds suspiciously nice. What’s the catch?
She had been intending on a makeover after Gillian suggested it anyway. She wasn’t sure the price was worth it now for what she had to do to earn it, but she’d take it just the same. It was ten a.m. now. If she left in half an hour she would have plenty of time to get there. It was only a fifteen-minute ride away really.
On arrival, she had her hair professionally washed and then she sat in front of a mirror. The stylist asked her what she was having done. Thinking back to what Gillian had suggested, Casey responded that she wanted to go blonde, and whatever it took to make her look good. The stylist laughed, and before long Casey’s hair was being pasted with goo and wrapped in foil layers. Then she was offered a manicure while she was waiting for the solution to set. Before long she had beautiful bright red nails. Then the solution was washed out of her hair and more applied to get the remaining roots before her hair was finally washed again and wrapped in a towel.
She was then led to a massage table where she was treated to a lovely back massage, and even though she was topless it wasn’t a degrading experience for her at all for a change. More of a relaxing experience actually.
Finally, her hair was dried, cut and styled, and she saw herself in the mirror. She almost didn’t recognise the beautiful blonde woman looking back at her. Just wow!
“Ok, you’re all done and paid for. Come back when you need a touch-up. It doesn’t take long if you come back every few weeks,” the stylist informed her as she was finishing up.
“Thank you so much!” Casey squealed, barely able to take her eyes off herself in the mirror.
She hopped out of the chair and virtually floated outside. Now, what was she supposed to do now again? Oh right. Selfie. She couldn’t stop smiling now if she wanted to, so she didn’t have to force it for a change. She took the snap and sent it off.
Ding.
“Nice. Reward No 2 is waiting for you at home”
Casey’s heart sank a little at that. What exactly would this “reward” be? Maybe the fun was over already and there was something hideous waiting for her? There was only one way to find out, so she biked the short distance back home again.
As she approached the front door to her house, she noticed a package waiting on the porch. There was nothing to indicate who sent it or what was inside, so she picked it up and took it inside to open it. It was a camera, and quite an expensive one too by the look of it.
Wow! This is actually pretty cool.
She decided to text back a thanks, thinking it couldn’t hurt to stay on his good side.
“Thank you. It’s wonderful!”
Ding.
“You’re welcome. Connect it to your laptop and text back when ready”
Realisation then dawned on her that this wasn’t a present for her at all. It was a better webcam for her pervert blackmailer to see her more clearly while she performed disgusting and degrading acts for him. She knew now that the incident last night wouldn’t be the last. There was nothing she could do about it now, though so she set up the software as instructed and texted back when she thought it was working.
“done”
Ding.
“Much better. Try a closeup, then lay on the bed”
Casey did as instructed.
Ding.
“Perfect. Ok see you at 8:30. Enjoy your day off. Don’t forget Mark at 4 pm”
Just as Casey expected, his message confirmed that she would indeed have to go through the degrading experience in front of the webcam again, and as soon as tonight, and now she would be in high definition! Perhaps this time she could control herself better and not masturbate for him without being asked? She also wondered what was significant about eight-thirty p.m. Perhaps he just assumed that it would be after her dinner but before she needed to go to sleep? Perhaps he had other stuff going on in the evenings and that was when he was available, or at least when he could make himself available? Perhaps it was a bit of all that? Who knew?
Casey made use of the couple of hours available to her by spending more time on the couch in front of the TV. Daytime TV bored her, though, and she accidentally dozed off and woke to find it was three-thirty p.m. already.
Fuck!
She still had plenty of time, but she had to move immediately. She quickly checked her hair. God, she looked good blonde. She almost didn’t recognise herself. Then she got on her bike to commence the journey.
Luckily, she arrived ten minutes early and used the spare time to try to calm herself and prepare for the humiliation she knew was ahead of her. She felt like she would rather stick a fork in her eye than get naked in front of someone again, especially someone with a camera, but between what the blackmailer had on Jolene and what he now had on her, she had little choice but to play along, at least until she could figure a way out of the horrible mess.
Her heart was still racing in anticipation as she entered Mark’s studio.
“Oh wow. Is that really you, Casey? You look beautiful. I told you you’d make a great blonde,” Gillian remarked as soon as she noticed her. “Mark’s ready for you now so I’ll take you through straight away and do your makeup.”
Gillian led her around to the dressing room again.
“Mark wants to do something a little different with you today, so I’ll get you to pop your clothes off now and you can wear one of these robes instead,” Gillian instructed while handing a robe to her.
Casey looked around for somewhere private to change.
“You mean right here?” she asked.
“Yes, silly,” Gillian replied. “You’re about to be naked in front of Mark and me for the next hour or so anyway. No need to be shy. Getting out of your regular clothes now just means no red marks from bra straps and so on.”
Oh…
Casey felt awkward but stripped off as requested and put the robe on. She knew now there was definitely no way she would be doing anything other than posing nude during the photo shoot.
Gillian finished Casey’s makeup in a much faster time than she did on Tuesday and then led her out to the studio to find Mark.
“Oh hi, Casey. It’s great to see you again. Wow! Don’t you look gorgeous!”
“Thanks, Mark. It’s great to see you too,” she lied.
Well, it might not be a lie if I wasn’t about to be nude in front of you again.
“Okay, we’re going to use the bathroom set today,” Mark announced. “I have a lovely warm bubble bath for you already prepared. I’ll get you to drop the robe and pop in to soak. Don’t get your hair wet or ruin your makeup, though.”
Casey knew this was coming already so she just gave a small sigh and did as instructed while Mark fiddled with his camera again. The tub was so huge it was almost a spa. As she got in and lowered herself into the bubbles, she noticed jets on the sides so it could actually be used as a spa. It even had a seat embedded into it at the far corner. Off to one side of the set was a hand basin with a huge mirror, and on the other side was a shower. The tiles and fittings were all very posh. It would pass for a rich person’s bathroom if it wasn’t for the fact that it only had three walls, no ceiling and was completely open to the rest of the studio with big studio lights pointing in and overhead.
“Okay, all ready?” asked Mark.
Casey nodded her assent.
“Okay, now look up at me and smile.”
Click.
“Now pretend you’re washing your arms and get some of that foam on them. Smile.”
Click.
“Okay, just wipe some of it off your titties so we can see them a bit better. Lovely. Smile again, sweetheart.”
Click.
Casey was very nervous and kept forgetting to smile.
“Okay, now carefully roll over and stick your legs out like you’re using a kickboard. Just arch your back a bit so your butt is visible. Oh Gillian, would you mind?”
Gillian put her video camera down and stepped forward to wipe some of the bubbles off Casey’s butt.
“That’s great. Nice!”
Click.
“Okay, that’ll about do this scene,” he decided. “Casey, would you mind popping into the shower cubicle and using the handheld attachment to wash the bubbles off you now? Mind your hair.”
Gillian stepped forward again and held out her hand to help Casey out of the bath. Casey checked the temperature of the handheld shower until she felt it was right and then stepped in and washed the bubbles off. She was still finding it difficult to resist trying to cover herself constantly. She had the passing thought that she had already been naked in front of Mark and Gillian so it should be easier this time, but it was still every bit as horrible as the first time.
“Ok nice,” Mark commented. “Now step back into the bath but don’t get in this time. I’ll get you to take a seat on that bit on the other side. Lovely. Now smile.”
Click.
“Okay, now we’ll get you to shave. Gillian, will you bring some lather and a shaving brush? Then just lather yourself up really well, Casey. Go crazy so there’s heaps of lather on you.”
What the fuck? They want me to shave my bush? No way!
She didn’t agree with this at all. This was going too far. She wasn’t some slut who did that to herself. Plus, she didn’t want anyone to see what she had going on down there. Surely Mark wouldn’t want to see that either.
“Um... is this necessary?” she asked, hoping there was some way out of it.
“Is there a problem?” Mark asked carefully, sensing her reluctance. “Your manager assured me that this wouldn’t be an issue for you. It’s even in your contract. So, what do we do here, Casey?”
“Um… can we just do a little bit at the sides then?” she suggested. “You know, neaten things up a bit?”
“Like your bikini line? “Mark responded. “Um… you’re a very beautiful girl, Casey, but the hair just hides too much. I want to see all of you. If I can be blunt, pubic hair is like mid-week sex. It’s nice enough to have and all, but it’s just not special if you know what I mean? A shaved pussy shows that a girl has put some effort in and wants to make an impression, and that she cares about sex. She’s proud of her pussy and wants her lover to see it.”
“Ok… how about a trim then?” she tried. “Maybe give me a haircut down there?”
“Um… that’s not really what I was going for,” Mark continued. “Wouldn’t you rather be clean-shaven anyway? It’s hardly the eighties anymore. I have to be straight with you, Casey. I don’t want to be in a position of forcing you to do something, but need I remind you that you are under contract here?”
Casey sighed, realising there was no way she could get out of the situation. It now seemed likely that Mark wasn’t her blackmailer, but he was in contact with him. He had obviously already decided for her what she would and wouldn’t do. To refuse Mark was to defy him too, and she knew that would have far worse consequences than going along with Mark’s request.
“No, it’s fine. I just wasn’t expecting it today is all.”
Not today and not ever!
“That’s okay. I was just worried there’d been a misunderstanding for a moment there. Your manager assured us you were literally up for anything at all. Is that not the case?”
“No that’s true,” Casey lied. “I am up for anything, just like he said.”
Two months. It’s only two months, and hopefully no one I know ever sees this, vs everyone I know seeing the other pics and video of me. Fuck it, it’s only hair anyway. It’ll grow back.
So far Mark had been gentle with her and hadn’t asked for anything too graphic, so she hoped “anything” wouldn’t be any worse than what she had already experienced with him. Still, she knew she had no choice now but to do whatever he asked, no matter how uncomfortable she might be with it.
“I’m very glad and relieved to hear that,” Mark responded as Casey reluctantly accepted the soap, brush, and a pink disposable razor on a saucer from Gillian. She then set about applying a lather to her bush as Gillian picked up the video camera again and came in closer.
“Now I’ll just get you to part your legs a little wider, and you’ll need to get the lather right down in there too,” Mark continued.
Oh, God. Could this get any worse?
“Perfect!”
Click.
“Look up at me and smile now.”
Click.
“Okay, time to start shaving. Just hold the razor at the top there for a moment. That’s it.”
Click.
“Now shave a bit down from the top. Beautiful.”
Click.
“Okay, um… this might take a while I think so I’ll just step in for a few more shots from time to time as you make progress. In the meantime, pretend we’re not here, okay?”
As if I’ll forget two people watching me while I shave my pussy…
Casey continued her labour just the same, which was turning out to be quite the job. Her pubic hair was very thick, and it took dozens of swipes over each tiny bit before any bare skin shone through. Plus, she had never shaved there before and wasn’t confident with what she was doing. The added humiliation of strangers watching her shaving her pussy while she had her legs open made it infinitely more awkward as well.
“Hmm… Okay, this is going to take a bit longer than I thought,” Mark commented, noticing Casey’s difficulty after nearly ten minutes has passed. “I’ll do one more shot and then we might have to switch to Plan B. Okay, look down at what you’re doing and keep shaving.”
Click.
“Okay, that’ll do for now. Just wash the lather off in the bath and hop out for a moment and dry off.”
Casey didn’t need to be told that twice.
They’re quitting? Yay! My pubes are saved!
She looked down as she rinsed off and noticed her bush was looking a bit tattered and sorry now, but she suspected it would grow back quickly enough.
As she finished drying, she noticed Mark and Gillian had vanished. Gillian then returned holding electric clippers!
“This will be easier if I do it for you, I think,” Gillian explained. “Just hop up on the table over here and lay back.”
Oh no! My bush is a goner after all!
After Casey reluctantly got up onto the table, she found herself spread naked and feeling utterly humiliated in front of a fully clothed woman buzzing her pubes off with electric clippers. She could feel her beautiful pubic hair coming away in wisps and clumps, briefly touching her inner thighs as it fell to the table below. The gentle buzzing around that part of her was more than a little arousing too. Casey could feel herself getting wet in response, and she hoped Gillian didn’t notice. Suddenly something else occurred to her.
Oh my God, my labia!
She realised with horror that her embarrassing labia would now be completely exposed without the hair there to hide them. Her impulse was to slap Gillian’s hands away and slam her legs together, but instead, she gritted her teeth and bore on.
“Ok I’ll need you to spread really wide for this next bit,” Gillian instructed as she put down the clippers and picked up a container of shaving cream.
Casey spread and then felt the spray of the cool lather over her now almost-bare pubic area, followed by the gentle pull of the razor. The sensation of Gillian’s fingers pushing her bits this way and that felt unbelievably intimate, and all wrong from a stranger.
“Now I’ll get you to roll over and get on your hands and knees, like doggy style,” Gillian went on.
What now?
Gillian then began gently lathering around Casey’s anus and the lower part of her pussy. As she spread the soapy lather across the area, she occasionally made delicate contact with parts of Casey that have never really been the focus of any hands but her own. Gillian’s fingertips would nudge and prod intimate areas that sent shocks through her, and as she continued shaving, Casey wondered if Gillian was intentionally playing with her as she felt various muscles twitch and tense in response to the touches.
Jesus H Christ! Shaving my butthole? Could this be any more humiliating!
“Okay, all done,” Gillian finally announced. “I’ll just give you some moisturiser and allow it a few minutes to sink in. Then we can do the rest of the shoot.”
Gillian handed her a bottle of lotion, which Casey used to smear around her genitals and backside where she had just been shaved. The smoothness of the bare skin in the area was an unfamiliar sensation. She suddenly felt more naked than ever and wasn’t sure how she’d be able to stand in front of a camera now.
“Mark, we’re just about ready again,” Gillian called out.
Casey stood up and looked down to assess her new appearance. What she saw freaked her out. Her naked vulva was perfectly smooth with not even a hint of hair, as was the rest of her nether regions. She had never felt more exposed, but worse still, even from this angle she could see for the first time just how prominent her inner labia really were. Her pussy lips looked much longer than she had thought now that she was completely shaved and laid bare for all eyes to see.
Oh God, Mark is about to see them too! Oh GOD! Everyone from now on who records me on a mission is going to see them. I’ll be a freak!
It felt so breezy and cold too. This would take some getting used to. She hoped it would grow back fast.
“Oh, all done?” asked Mark. “Well, doesn’t that look better? Casey, you really are stunning. Okay, I’ll just get you to pop back where we left off in the bath, reapply some lather and I’ll get a few shots of you pretending to finish the job.”
She followed Mark’s directions and reapplied some lather to her pubic area and picked up the razor.
Click.
“Just spread a little wider for me, Casey. A little more. That’s it.”
Click.
“Lovely, now splash some bath water onto yourself to rinse off. There’s a little more soap just there. That’s it. Now look at me. Smile…”
Click.
“Okay, stand up in the bath and look down at yourself. Perfect.”
Click.
“Keep looking down and put both hands on the sides of your pussy. A little further apart. That’s it.”
Click.
“Now hands to your sides and look up and smile at me.”
Click.
“Hold it there and I’ll come in for a few close-ups”
Click.
Click.
“Okay, that’s beautiful. Let’s get you dried off and we’ll move to the lounge set.”
After she had dried off, Mark led her to a set that did indeed look just like a lounge room. He gestured to a large overly padded lounge chair for Casey to take a seat as he checked a few settings on his camera. She noticed the set had no sides and opened out into the main studio area which was a huge warehouse. The lights were particularly bright here too and it took her a moment for her eyes to adjust. The combination made her feel more conspicuous and more naked than usual, especially with her newly denuded pussy.
Oh God, who’s that?
Casey noticed an older man carrying a broom. He stopped in his tracks and made no effort to hide the fact that he was looking at her. He tipped his cap and smiled at her. She was even more mortified now. She wanted her clothes back on even more than ever, and fast forward to being back living a normal life at home and finishing her diploma months from now with her bush grown back and the blackmail over, pretending none of this had ever happened. She expected she would probably need psychiatric help by then, though, if things continued the way they had been.
“Hmm… Gillian, can we get some heels for Casey please?” Mark asked.
The janitor continued watching until at last Mark noticed Casey’s eyes continually glancing towards him. Realising her discomfort with his presence, Mark gestured to him to leave.
Gillian returned with some white shoes with the most enormously high heels Casey had ever seen.
“These look about your size,” Gillian commented as she handed them over.
Casey put them on and did up the straps. She had never worn shoes with heels so high before and hoped she’d be able to balance if she had to stand up.
“Okay. Just sit right at the front of the lounge chair and lay back please, Casey,” Mark requested. “Get super comfy. That’s it.”
Click.
“Now I’ll get you to open your legs up wide. Perfect.”
Click.
Casey was feeling extremely self-conscious about her dangly labia being on display, but Mark didn’t seem to notice them at all. With her legs spread so far apart and laying back like this there would be no denying them. Maybe he was just being polite? She half suspected he would call off the shoot and send her away once he saw how hideous she was down there.
