Working Extra 07

Monday morning. I drove over to Shelly's house to do my usual work. She wasn't at home and frankly, I was a little relieved. I wasn't sure that I could handle another intense meeting this soon.

The bedroom door was wide open, so I stepped inside. The bed was still in a mess and the sheets stained. Was it just my imagination, or was there a faint scent of our bodies still lingering in the room?

I put the sheets in the washer and made her bed with a fresh set.

When I was done at Shelly's, I called Angela.

***

Two days later I met Angela at a coffee shop downtown. Again, she was dressed in sneakers, loose-fitting jeans and a top, but this time she was wearing a leather jacket. She paid for my coffee, and we found a table in a quiet part of the café.

"Thank you for coming to the party, Nat. I had a good time with you." She paused and watched me for a second. "Especially watching the show together. I hope you did too."

When I met her gaze, I could feel my cheeks turning red. I nodded. "Yes... I did."

We talked about the party, the show and some of the people she had introduced me to. But she didn't ask anything about what had happened between me, Shelly and Erica after we left. I was glad she didn't.

"So, tell me, are you really Shelly's maid or was it just something she made up?"

"No, it's actually true. You know, I just have a part time job, and I need that extra money really bad, so I answered this ad about doing chores."

"Oh really? And it was Shelly's ad?"

"Yeah. I've been working for her for two months now."

"But she has never tried to tie you up or something like that?"

"No!" I giggled, perhaps a little nervously. "It's not her thing, she said."

Angela looked at me for a second before asking, "Have you tried it with someone else? Being tied up, I mean?"

"No, never." Again, I could feel myself blushing, and I had to look down at my coffee. "But... I've thought about it. It felt so exciting at the party, with that collar and you holding me like you did."

She placed her hand on mine, and I looked up again. She was watching me with a warm smile. "It's ok. And you liked the armbinder. I could tell."

I nodded.

"Would you like to try it sometime?"

I looked up at her again and nodded. "Yeah... I would."

Her fingers gently stroked my hand, and for a moment we both sat there quietly.

"We have one down at the studio and there's no one there. We could go and try it. If you want to."

I took a deep breath and looked her in the eyes and nodded. "Yes. I'd like that."

***

Torres Productions was located in a low industrial building about a fifteen-minute drive from downtown. There was nothing particularly glamorous about the place, but inside it looked surprisingly professional. Angela had a small office near the entrance, and beyond it was a hallway leading to dressing rooms, storage areas and the actual studio.

Once inside, she led me down a corridor. The walls were lined with a mix of film posters and photos of Angela and other people receiving awards.

She stopped by a storage room. And there it was. A black leather armbinder, just as I remembered it from the shop.

She held it up before me with a big smile. "Feel it. The leather is so smooth."

I did, and it really was. The smoothest leather I had ever touched. Then she fetched a sturdy black leather collar and a leash for it.

"Come." She led me to a studio.

It was a large room. Angela switched on the lights and adjusted them to a warm soft glow, almost like the light just before sunset.

"This is one of our two studios. We use this one for both film and photo sessions."

It had brick walls a wooden floor but, no windows. I looked up and saw studio lights mounted overhead.

"But enough of that. Let's take care of you." Angela draped the armbinder over a table by the wall. She turned to me and again looked me up and down. "You can keep your clothes on if you like. It's not a real photo session." She gave me another smile, "But I think you should take off the shoes. You'll be more comfortable."

As I did, I could feel her eyes on me.

"You have a beautiful body, Natalie. Do you work out?"

"I run and work out some, but on my budget, I can't afford a real gym membership."

"Well, whatever you're doing, it works. If you want to model, staying in shape certainly helps. And no tattoos either. That's useful. Makes you easier to cast for different looks," she added.

"While we're here, do you mind if I take a few pictures? Just to make it feel like a real session. I won't show them to anyone or use them without your permission."

"I'm fine with that."

"Come, let us have a look at you in the mirror. Now, look at you. With a little makeup and the right lighting, you'd photograph really well."

While she was talking, her hands played with my hair, arranging it in different ways and trying different styles. She stood close behind me, looking over my shoulder as her hands gently touched my upper arms. Together, we watched our reflection in the mirror. I was beginning to feel the same attraction I had felt while we were watching the fashion show.

She quickly fetched a camera, placed herself behind me again, and snapped a couple pictures of us both in the mirror.

"Please, come here." She guided me to the middle of the room and gave me instructions on how to pose.

"Turn around, place your hands on your hips and look at me over your shoulder."

"Lean against the wall, yes just like that, now, place a foot against the wall. Hold it! Perfect!"

She had me pose in a dozen different ways and she must have snapped more than fifty pictures, but I didn't mind. It reminded me of being back in school, when we did modelling in class. The difference was that this felt real, and I was having so much fun doing it for her.

"Thank you." She smiled at me. "You're pretty comfortable in front of a camera. Those store ads must have taught you something."

She placed her fingers on my arm. "Are you ready for the naughty stuff?"

Angela fetched the black leather collar. It was a little sturdier than the one she had given me last week. The leash was already attached to it.

"Here, hold onto the leash." She showed a few ways to pose with it.

"Can I take some more pictures?"

I hesitated for a second before I nodded. Then, she guided me through a couple poses, and I did what she told me. It felt so exciting, and it was obvious that she was enjoying herself too.

She grabbed the leash and chuckled. Then she gave the leash a playful tug and led me back to the mirror.

She fetched the armbinder and held it up in front of me and explained how it worked. "And remember, if you feel uncomfortable in any way, tell me and I'll take it off."

I nodded.

She turned me around, facing the mirror and then brought my arms behind my back and slid them into the leather pouch. She then secured it with a pair of straps running over my shoulders and across my chest. Again, I started to feel that tingling sensation I had felt when we were standing in the crowd at the party, and she had held my arms tightly behind my back.

"How does it feel?" Angela asked.

"It's fine... and exciting." I gave her a quick smile to assure her I was ok.

She smiled back at me, before starting to tighten the laces. "Since it's your first time, I won't tighten it much, just enough to give you a feel for it. And tell me if it's too tight or uncomfortable, okay?"

As she worked, my elbows were pulled closer together and my shoulders pulled backwards. This forced me to straighten my posture, and suddenly I was very aware that my breasts were pushed forward.

I didn't know if Angela noticed anything while she made the final adjustments, but my heart was beating faster, and my pussy was starting to feel warm.

She placed herself behind me again and watched me in the mirror. "What do you think?" She asked. I noticed that her voice was a little huskier than before.

I had to take a couple of deep breaths before I replied. "It looks so cool." I tried to hide my growing excitement, but her smile told me that I had failed miserably.

"And you can imagine how it would look if you were naked. How does it feel?" She wrapped her hands around my waist, and her touch made me shiver.

"It's tight... but I like it." I murmured, leaning back in her arms.

"Mind if I take a few more pictures?" Now, I was so excited that I could only nod, and she placed a gentle kiss on the side of my neck.

Again, she arranged my hair and took a couple of pictures. Then she turned me around, so my back faced the mirror.

"Spread your feet a little. Yes, that's it. And look over your shoulder again. Perfect."

She made me pose for her and the camera, making me more and more excited but also a little frustrated. She must have known that I was soaking my panties by now! All I wanted was her to put away the camera and instead touch me.

Finally, Angela made me kneel facing the mirror, and then she sat down behind me. Once again, she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me closer. I almost screamed when she cupped my breasts in her hands.

I couldn't speak. I could just moan as her fingers touched my breasts through the thin fabric of my top.

"You want me to touch you?" she whispered and kissed the side of my neck.

"Yes!" I moaned again. "Please, touch me!"

"Good girl," she whispered with a smile.

She unbuttoned my shorts and quickly pushed her fingers inside my soaking wet panties. She barely had to touch me before I came under her hand.

***

Later, she quietly held me close as I calmed down. The intensity of the orgasm I just had surprised me, somehow, it had been something different than the ones I have had together with Shelly.

She gave me a soft kiss on my cheek and whispered "You did great. The camera loves you."

I looked up and met her gaze in the mirror, and suddenly I felt a bit shy and looked down.

She planted another kiss on the side of my neck and reached for the laces that made the leather hold my arms so tightly inside armbinder, "Let me get you out of this."

She loosened the laces and unbuckled the straps. One part of me embraced the freedom and I moved my arms and shoulders a little to loosen up. Another part of me was already missing the tight hug of the leather.

"Come, let's have a look at the pictures."

I got up and followed her to what must have been her office and within a minute she had the pictures showing on the screen.

"With a little editing, some of these could easily pass for professional shots. You've got a natural feel for the camera, Natalie."

As she browsed the pictures, she started to ask about my acting career, what I liked about acting and what I hoped to achieve. I think this was the first time anyone had actually seemed to care about my acting ambitions and take them seriously. It was almost like a job interview, and she seemed very professional about it.

"Do you have an agent?"

"No, not yet."

"Why not?" She tilted her head to the side as she looked at me.

"Well... umm... I don't think I can afford a good one, and I don't think I should trust the ones that I can afford."

Angela chuckled. Smilingly, she placed her hand on my arm. "True, there's a lot of scumbags out there. A good agent doesn't charge you just to represent you, Natalie. They make money when you get work. But finding one willing to take on someone without much experience? That's the hard part."

"May I ask what Shelly is paying you?" I told her.

"That's per day?"

"No, per week," I replied.

She quietly leaned back in her chair. She looked at me for a couple of seconds.

"We've got a photo shoot here tomorrow. Why don't you come by and see how we work? No pressure, just watch. And if you like what you see, maybe we can arrange a little test shoot for you."

My heart almost skipped a beat. Of course I wanted to see a real shoot.