With dinner still a couple of hours away, and not being particularly interested in sitting and staring at Pam's pussy while trying to talk to Jonathan, I decided to go check emails and find something to do. As I stood to go, I let both Jonathan and Pam know I would be inside. Apparently, they both intended to stay where they were.
"We'll be in a little later," Jonathan informed me.
Once inside I kicked off my shoes. While they made my legs look great, they hurt my feet. Gabrielle was in the kitchen. When she saw me, she smiled and picked up a laundry basket from the floor and headed toward the laundry room. As she walked, I noticed something dropped out of the basket, but she kept walking. I picked it up and called to her, attempting to catch up to her but was unable to do so until she had reached the laundry room. As I entered, I held up the stray clothing, which turned out to be one of the T-shirts I was given to wear on occasion.
Gabrielle smiled and whispered, "Good Missy. I wanted you to come here. No cameras here."
"Very clever, Gabrielle," I whispered. "I just thought you dropped something. I didn't realize you were luring me in here so we could talk. How are you?"
"Good. Good, Missy. Senior Jonathan told me to make dinner for you and Senior and other lady."
"Yes. I hear Pam will be eating with us," I said, no doubt conveying my disappointment.
"You no want her here?" she asked.
"Oh, I don't know. I'm not sure if I should be jealous or not."
"Long time since Senior had lady here before you. He like you."
I thanked Gabrielle for her concern and headed back out of the laundry room, not wanting to be in there long enough to make Jonathan suspicious should he check video of the kitchen. I retrieved my laptop from my room and settled on the couch, putting my feet up on the coffee table so I could glance at my ankle chain from time-to-time. I liked how it looked and made me feel sexy.
I checked my email, sent Denise a 'thank you' email, and looked at social media and some other web sites. Denise was right; the slave registry exists. Gabrielle brought me a glass of wine at some point.
Eventually, Jonathan and Pam came in and joined me in the family room. Thankfully, Pam had put clothes on; a button-up sweater and some shorts with some tennis shoes. They had been chatting as they made their way into the room, but their conversation trailed off as they sat down. Jonathan joined me on the couch and Pam took one of the chairs across from us.
Jonathan asked about my lunch with Denise. Given the subject matter we had discussed and audience now in attendance, I merely said she and I had a good time getting to know one another. He looked puzzled but let the matter drop. I made the mistake of asking Jonathan and Pam how their shoot had gone.
"It was great," Pam volunteered. "Jonathan is a genius, but you know that. I think we got some really good shots today."
I wondered what shots they might have taken today that they did not take in the first session. Jonathan works with fully nude models and without props, aside from restraints and bondage gear from time-to-time. It struck me at that moment, they might have done a bondage shoot today. But I did not ask because I did not really want to know.
At just that moment, Gabrielle entered the room and spoke to Jonathan in Spanish. He nodded and she left. Then he stood up and told Pam and me dinner was ready, so we all walked to the dining room.
Once again, Gabrielle had fixed a really good meal; roast turkey, wild rice and broccoli. The dinner conversation was pleasant among the three of us through most of the meal. I had mentioned Jonathan's boat and Pam had asked a lot of questions about that. I began to get over my insecurities about her. As the nautical discussion wound down, Pam suddenly asked me a question which caught me by surprise.
"Hey Sabrina," she began. "You've modeled many times. Do you ever get...you know...excited?"
I paused, not knowing how to answer. "Excited?"
"Yeah. Do you get wet or even cum when posing? I do. I did today," she added as she looked over at Jonathan.
"As a matter of fact, it did look that way. I hope that means you were having fun," he said, with a sly grin on his face.
"Yes. Sabrina, have you ever gotten aroused when we were shooting?" he asked.
"I can't say that I have gotten that aroused," I admitted.
Pam then explained that she frequently gets wet while posing nude, but that she actually came for the first time during a session while shooting today.
Looking over at Jonathan again, she added, "When you had my hands tied behind me, it just got me off."
"You were fairly quiet about it," he stated. "The sign of a true professional."
I tried changing the subject but was unsuccessful. They continued to rehash their shoot. While they were still on the topic, Jonathan suddenly announced he had an idea; a shoot with both Pam and me. He mentioned that he had not yet photographed two models together and thought the two of us would be perfect for it. Pam enthusiastically agreed with him. I was hesitant.
"Sabrina, it would be fun and I know Jonathan would make us look great," Pam said.
I indicated my reluctance, having never posed with another model. But both Jonathan and Pam were in favor of the idea and wore me down until I agreed. And then to my surprise, Jonathan asked Pam if she was free after dinner, indicating we could do the shoot the same evening. She joyfully announced she had no plans for the evening.
Secretly, when I agreed, I had thought the shoot would take place on a day in the near future, giving me time to find an excuse to decline. But now it seemed we would be doing it right away and I had no way out.
As we finished dinner, Jonathan got up and suggested we all head to the studio. Along the way, he asked us for any ideas for depicting us both as strong women. He and Pam also agreed that the release she signed earlier would still apply and she would work for the same fee as earlier. As soon as we walked into the studio, he suggested we both undress so the marks from our clothes would have time to fade while he set up lighting and made other preparations.
Pointing to the privacy screen in the corner, I asked Pam, "You want to go first?"
Shaking her head, she remarked, "I don't need it. Feel free."
And at that she began unbuttoning her sweater and kicking off her sneakers. Then she slid off her shorts and panties. Before I knew it, she was completely naked and offering to help Jonathan move lights.
