Complete Exposure

This story contains characters from my Interrogation series. If you'd like to see more of them, check it out after you finish this! All characters are fictional and over 18 years old.

Natalie inhaled, a light gasp for the light kiss she felt on her inner thigh. The fire she felt in her core, once simmering as she took photo after depraved photo, was now crackling and blazing. Natalie was hot, sweating with passion and a desperate need.

"Please," Natalie said. The response was another kiss, inching closer to the heart of her arousal. She gasped again, louder as a second pair of soft lips pressed against her collarbone. Natalie felt a warm breath in between her thighs, a teasing exhale for the aching woman.

"Please," Natalie said again. She felt the weight shift in the bed, then warmth as thighs pressed lightly to her cheeks. Natalie breathed in the intoxicating arousal just inches from her lips. She felt the lips between her own legs inch closer, the breath hotter. Twitching her hips, Natalie felt her sensitive, desperate skin brush against an outstretched tongue, soft and curled. Instinctively, she extended her tongue, tasting pure sex on her buds.

"Plea.."

***

Natalie zipped up her camera bag as polite chatter continued around her. Corporate events were usually easy jobs; all she had to do was make the right people look good and agree to every HR manager's obnoxious requests. Natalie stretched at the too-small blouse she wore to cover her tattoos as she walked out of the event hall, tired after a long day of fake smiles and empty compliments.

"Natalie! Hi! Over here," the cheerful voice of the marketing manager pierced her ears. Natalie sighed. She was already here half an hour longer than what she was getting paid for.

"Yes?" She turned to look at the short, blond woman with a paper-white smile.

"I am so sorry to keep you here, but the marketing department would just love a picture of all of us together. We worked very hard to put on this event, you know," the blond woman beamed, as if Natalie should be blown away by a corporate luncheon.

"Of course," Natalie said, straightening herself out. She followed the manager to a group of young professionals with equally dazzling smiles and took her camera back out of her back. They posed, she took a few shots, and the manager insisted on seeing them to ensure their quality.

"They'll look far more complete once I upload..." Natalie tried to preempt any further requests.

"Let's just do one more," the manager said, fluffing her hair and smoothing her pants with her hands. Natalie took another photo and recoiled in fake surprise when she saw the result.

"Wow, you look beautiful in this. Look how the light really catches your hair," Natalie whispered to the manager inspecting the tiny camera screen. The manager blushed at the compliment and thanked her, finally satisfied with Natalie's work. Natalie hurried out of the event hall, her heels clicking loudly on the tile as she avoided eye contact with as many business casuals as possible.

When she got into her car, Natalie threw her heels into the backseat and rubbed her soles. God, she hated these events. She opened the glove compartment to find a makeup wipe and saw a half-empty pack of cigarettes staring back at her.

The stiffness in her neck and the pounding in her head ached for the sweet release of nicotine, but Natalie steeled herself and reached past the box to a packet of wipes. Natalie scrolled on her phone while she cleaned the mascara from her eyes. She stumbled on an email sent just a few minutes ago.

Hello!

I recently came across your photography website and was very impressed with your work. While I'm sure you're busy with more artistic projects, I'd love to hire you for a personal photoshoot. Considering the quality of your work, I would pay $4,000 for a 3 hour shoot. Call me at the number listed below if you're interested.

Warmly,

Emma

Natalie's eyes widened at the proposal. $4,000 for half a day of work? She just spent most of the day photographing a business lunch for $300. Surely there had to be a catch, but there was a lot she'd be willing to put up with for such a hefty sum. Her heart racing, Natalie called the phone number.

"Hello?"

"Hey, this is Natalie. I saw that you reached out about a personal photoshoot and left this number as your contact."

"Yes! So sorry for not leaving more details in the email... it's probably a peculiar request."

"That's ok, what kind of shoot are you looking for?" Natalie asked, growing skeptical of this stranger.

"It's my girlfriend's birthday tomorrow and I want to give her a really nice experience. She's always taking pictures of me and I thought it would be nice if she had some of her... and us... some good quality ones. The thing is, all of the boudoir places around here won't allow us to actually get into it, if you get what I'm saying."

Natalie was quiet for a moment. She had photographed friends nude before, but they were still tasteful, at least as far as modern conventions dictated. Natalie certainly never photographed clients "getting into it," let alone given it real consideration. She looked up at the sea of moderately dressed up working professionals mingling in the parking lot and felt her headache return.

"Look, I'm sorry for reaching out with this. I hope you have a great..."

"I'll do it, absolutely," Natalie interrupted her.

"You will? You're the best. Are you available at 7:30 tonight? I know it's short notice, but I think Ana would appreciate the early present."

Natalie checked the time. It was 5:30, and it was already such a long day. She needed a meal, a shower, and a nap, but probably only had time for one of them.

"Of course," Natalie said, always agreeable.

***

Hey Lucy, I'm going to some woman's house for a shoot tonight. If I don't text you by midnight, I'm probably chained up in her basement. I'll send you the address in case you need to rescue me, Natalie texted her roommate. Better to be safe than locked away in a dungeon.

Natalie was in the driveway of Emma's house, which was a quaint little home in the suburbs. Outside, an old couple walked a tiny dog on the other side of the street. Confident that she was unlikely to be murdered here, Natalie got her camera bag, walked up the steps to the front door, and rang the doorbell. She stood uncomfortably in her heels while she waited to be let in. With such short notice, she barely had enough time to eat before this shoot, let alone change clothes. Almost two minutes passed before the door finally opened.

"Hey! Sorry to keep you waiting, I'm Emma," Emma said, extending an arm for a handshake. Natalie's lips parted in surprise. Emma was dressed from the neck down in a skintight latex bodysuit. The thin, stretchy material was perfectly shined and looked like a second skin on the light-haired woman.

"Don't worry, it's clean," Emma saw Natalie look suspiciously at the gloved hand in front of her. Nervously, Natalie shifted her camera bag on her shoulder and shook Emma's latex-covered hand. Emma's grip was firm, but surprisingly warm. Natalie wasn't sure what to expect, but the comfortable embrace caught her off guard regardless.

"These things are a bitch to get on without help," Emma said, snapping a bit of latex against her skin. "I heard the doorbell ring with my head stuck in the neck hole. I'm happy it's you here and not Ana, I still need to get ready."

Natalie didn't know what to say, so she said nothing. She set her keys down on a side table and looked up at Emma.

"You can kick your shoes off here. Do you want something to eat? Or drink? I have some champagne chilling," Emma offered.

"I don't want to take away from your romantic evening, you can save it for your girlfriend," Natalie said, unsure how to navigate this situation.

"Nonsense! Ana doesn't really like the stuff anyway. Do you mind pouring two glasses? I'm going to grab your money."

Emma hurried out of the room and Natalie cautiously entered the kitchen, eyeing a knife block on the countertop. Just in case. Her mind spun as she pulled the champagne from the refrigerator and found a couple glasses. Did Emma really have a girlfriend? Was this all some kind of weird sex thing? Natalie was certainly no prude, but she felt sexually inferior compared to whatever the hell was going on here.

"Here you are, feel free to count it up if you'd like," Emma came back into the kitchen with a large envelope of cash. Natalie took it and quickly stuffed it into her camera bag.

"You're paying me before we even start?" Natalie asked.

"Should I have waited? I'm sorry, I've never hired a photographer before," Emma said. She looked legitimately concerned that she did something wrong, which strangely comforted Natalie. Perhaps she wasn't going to get kidnapped tonight.

"No, this is great! You wouldn't believe how many clients I have to chase down for payment, especially corporate ones," Natalie said, feeling herself relax.

"That's gross. Well, listen, I really appreciate you doing this. As you can see, we have some exotic tastes," Emma said, gesturing to her outfit. "And to be clear, we don't expect you to participate in any of what we do, just try to keep an open mind and treat us like you would any other client."

Natalie couldn't help but laugh, thinking about her corporate clients from earlier today. She was pretty sure that she'd shoot the lesbian sex scene a little different than a corporate lunch.

"Hey, I don't judge. And I appreciate you saying that. For a second I thought I was gonna end up chained to a wall in your basement," Natalie laughed.

"Do you want to be?" Emma said, her face growing serious for a second. Natalie felt adrenaline pound through her again. She eyed the knives on the kitchen counter and flinched when Emma put a hand on her upper arm.

"I'm just kidding," Emma laughed, grabbing a glass of champagne. "Though, I should warn you that my basement is quite literally filled with whips and chains."

Natalie laughed again at the absurdity of this client. Why did she feel so nervous? The domineering woman in the kinky outfit could have something to do with it, but Natalie tried not to further sexualize the experience. Emma was just a client, simple as that.

"Cheers," Emma said, offering her the other champagne flute. Natalie took it, eyed it for a second, then drank half of it. This was the kind of job to drink on.

***

"Honestly, I was expecting this to be much scarier. The lighting in here is perfect too," Natalie said. She stood in the doorway to a large room in Emma's basement. It looked like a fairly normal bedroom: a large four-poster bed, a luscious rug, soft lighting, and some storage furniture against the walls.

"It's not the dark ages anymore. If we're gonna torture each other, we might as well be comfortable," Emma laughed. Natalie politely laughed with her, struggling to wrap her head around the oxymoron. She walked around the room like it was a museum, carefully examining different items and furniture that she didn't understand the purpose of. There was a large glass-windowed cabinet full of a few familiar items: vibrators, lubricant, and dildos. But there were dozens of toys and restraints that Natalie could barely begin to understand the purpose of.

"Anything catching your eye?" Emma asked, smiling as Natalie jumped and turned back to face her.

"To be honest, I'm a little out of my element here. I'm more of a 'read smut before going to bed alone' kind of girl," Natalie admitted. "And not the crazy stuff either," she added.

Emma checked the time, then sat down on the edge of the bed and folded her hands in her lap.

"Well, we have half an hour before Ana gets home from her work dinner. What do you want to know?" Emma asked. Her expression was one of a librarian helping a lost patron find a book.

"Alright," Natalie said, the champagne empowering her to embrace the experience. She opened the cabinet and pulled out a thin, coiled whip. "Why would you willingly let someone hit you with this?"

"Have you ever felt something that hurts a little at first, but feels good after a while? Like if you were freezing cold and then immediately jumped into a hot shower. Impact play is a bit like that. The initial sensation is sharp and painful, but as adrenaline floods your body, you equalize a bit," Emma explained.

"But why not just do something that feels good? Why endure the initial pain?" Natalie pushed back.

"Do you ever really appreciate a hot shower when you're already warm?" Emma answered her question with a question. Natalie nodded in agreement; the argument made sense.

"What about your outfit? I studied fashion design in college so I've seen this kind of stuff before, but what do you get out of it?" Natalie asked, setting down the whip and closing the cabinet. Emma stood up excitedly and opened the door to a large walk-in closet.

"You studied fashion design? You're gonna like this. We have a bit of a spending problem, as you can see..." Emma said, stepping aside to let Natalie look in. The closet was filled with all kinds of outfits, dresses, uniforms, and lingerie of a dozen different materials. There were silk evening gowns, strappy leather harnesses, and even normal-looking clothing. Natalie rifled through a few hangers and stopped on a sweatshirt with a college logo.

"What's this for?"

"It gets cold down here sometimes," Emma shrugged. "I'll tell you what, I'm gonna head upstairs and wait for Ana to get home. If you want a bit of privacy to try a few things on, go for it. Ana's stuff will fit you a bit better," Emma moved some hangers aside and revealed another section of clothing. "And if you really like something, you can keep it. We haven't even worn half of these!"

"Seriously?"

"Of course. If you try on any latex, use this," Emma reached up on her toes to grab a bottle of lube from a shelf and handed it to her.

Natalie watched Emma leave the room, her eyes lingering a little as she walked away. The tight material did wonders for her curves, and the way it reflected light was fascinating. As Emma shut the door behind her, Natalie snapped out of her ogling. Was she seriously getting turned on by this? She didn't even really like women, at least she didn't think so. Then again, she didn't care for men much either. Whenever she shot for modeling agencies, she was far more focused on the quality of the photo than the quality of the subject.

Shaking off the curious feeling, Natalie stepped into the closet and looked through dozens of items. It felt like she was in a new world; the casual juxtaposition of sweatshirts next to a long leather skirt that had a huge cutout in the back was surreal. She was about to look through a new section when a flash of shining emerald green caught her eye. Natalie moved a few hangers to reveal a beautiful short dress made of deep emerald latex.

Natalie held it up in front of her body, looking into the mirror built into the closet door. This must've cost a fortune, at least to Natalie. With a reckless excitement, Natalie shed her ill-fitting business casual clothing. She spread a thin layer of lube on her thighs, hips and chest, still mentally spinning from how surreal this shoot was.

Natalie stepped through the dress and pulled it up her legs, stretching and pulling to get it to fit snugly. She slid her arms through the thin shoulder straps and adjusted her breasts. Staring into the mirror, Natalie felt incredible. From her thighs to her breasts, the material was snug to her skin. Somehow, she looked curvier than she did nude. Natalie got her camera out and set it up on a tripod to take a few pictures to remember before she took the dress off.

As she posed in front of the camera, Natalie heard footsteps upstairs, close to the basement door. Her heart jumped. How long had she been in the closet? She slid the straps off her shoulders, about to try to quickly change when she heard two sets of footsteps on the stairs. Natalie's cheeks turned a fiery red as she anticipated the door to the strange bedroom opening. She told herself that to these people, this was normal.

"Natalie! You look incredible," Emma said after throwing open the door. Natalie blushed deeper, muttering gratitude. She would have felt underdressed if the woman that walked behind Emma weren't completely naked.

"Hey, I'm Ana," a woman with braided dark hair stepped forward. Natalie tried to maintain eye contact. "You're wearing my dress."

"I'm so sorry, I can take it off..."

"I'm joking, it's ok. You're right, she's definitely a submissive" Ana made eye contact with Emma, who nodded in agreement.

"You look cute, don't worry about it," Ana reassured her. This just made Natalie more flustered. She was "definitely a submissive?" How could someone assume that after 15 minutes of conversation? Natalie felt like she should be offended, but she couldn't argue with the judgment.

"I'm sorry, I know we're not making it easy on you," Emma said. "How about we just get started and you let us know if there's any positions or poses you'd like from us?"

"I feel like I should disclose that I've never been with a woman before. I feel like you two probably have a better idea of what will look good," Natalie said. This was a half lie. She truly had never been with a woman, but she did know what would look good on camera.

"You're so funny," Ana said to Emma. "The last time you brought someone here, it was your old dominatrix. Now you bring the most endearing, innocent photographer imaginable into a sex dungeon."

"First of all, this is just a nice bedroom. Second, I thought you wanted sexy photos, so you should probably get to it," Natalie said, finding a shred of assertiveness. The conversation was making her more embarrassed than the sexuality was, so she might as well encourage them. Both Ana and Emma smiled in a surprised amusement, turning their attention toward each other.

Emma stood in front of Ana and brought a hand to the base of her neck, lightly squeezing the sides of her throat. Natalie slowly took her camera off the tripod and moved next to them, snapping off a few quick shots as Ana sunk to her knees. The photos revealed a switch in Ana's facial expression. The sarcastic, confident woman melted away into a pliable, eager submissive just at the touch of Emma's fingers. Emma lifted Ana's chin with a singer finger, forcing her to look into her eyes. Natalie shifted her angle, capturing the intimacy.

"Are you going to be a good girl for me?" Emma asked, her eyes piercing into Ana's. Ana swallowed hard and nodded, completely under Emma's spell. Emma took her hand and led her to the bed, where she sat and embraced her from behind. Already, their intimacy was so intense that Natalie felt invisible. She positioned herself at the base of the bed, capturing Ana's spread legs and Emma's arms, covered in black latex, wrapped around her chest. The contrast between Ana's silky light skin and the void-black material was striking.

Emma pulled a long coil of rope out of a bedside table drawer and began binding Ana's chest and arms. She slowly kissed Emma's neck and collarbone as she wrapped the rope under, across, and over her breasts in a beautifully symmetrical chest harness. Ana's eyes were closed as Emma worked, deep in a meditative trance. With a final few knots, Emma secured Ana's arms behind her back, connected to the intricate ropework that criss-crossed her back. Natalie took a photo, falling into the couple's rhythm. She felt strangely empowered by her tight dress, like she was part of it all.

Ana gasped as Emma pushed her down on the bed, her breasts flush against the sheets and her ass high in the air. Ana wiggled her fingers in her bondage, testing the strength of the bonds. Natalie captured the small smile that appeared on Ana's face. It was as if she was proud of Emma's skill. Emma pulled Ana to the edge of the bed and retrieved a thick leather flogger. She lightly brushed it across Ana's back, making goosebumps bristle across her skin. Suddenly, Emma pulled back the flogger and snapped it across Ana's exposed thighs. Natalie jumped, flinching at the sudden strike.