The Photo Shop Ch 74

The Photo shop

by Candyman666©

All characters participating in sexual activity in the stories are eighteen or over. Please don't be afraid to let me know what you think of my stories. This story is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

To help you keep track of the different characters in the series, a list can be found on my author's page in order of their appearance in the stories.

Chapter 74: Fleur and Zoë visit Antwerp

It was again one of the open-door days in the club, and Tanja was very busy making sure everything was ready for the potential new members to arrive when somebody suddenly tapped on her left shoulder. She looked that way but didn't really see someone, then when she turned the other way the person that had tapped her shoulder said, "Hello Tanja."

"Fleur, oh my God, you finally made it to Antwerp, what took you so long?"

"You don't want to know," Fleur replied.

"Yes of course I want to know. I hope it's nothing bad?"

"The jury's still out on that part."

"Oh please Fleur, you promised you wouldn't tell her, and it's the first thing you mention when we come in," interjected Zoë, who was partly hidden behind Fleur.

"You brought Zoë as well! So, darling, what is it that Fleur shouldn't tell me?"

"It's far too embarrassing."

"More embarrassing than what happened on that mountain in the Azores with that lesbian driver, while being watched by John and Lizzy?"

"Oh yes."

"Don't keep me in suspense, spill, Fleur!"

"OK, if you must know, we had sex while watching the show in the Casa Rosso in Amsterdam."

"No!"

"Yes, and we even got applause."

"I heard that the performers sometimes have sex in the lap of somebody from the audience, but the audience themselves participating, that's news to me. How did it happen?"

"Well, there was a lesbian show on stage, and as they do sometimes, they came into the audience looking for a guy to play in his lap to make him hot, when all of a sudden one of the girls noticed us."

"And that was something they probably didn't see all that much in this place, women watching the show," Zoë took over the story from Fleur, clearly no longer so embarrassed anymore.

"They came straight to us, both of them completely naked of course, and I must say they were gorgeous, weren't they Fleur?"

"Yes they were," Fleur continued, "So instead of both of them taking up a spot on a guy's lap to continue their show together, they split up and sat on each of our laps, arms immediately around our head, and started tonguing us. Within seconds we had a couple of spotlights on us, so no escaping anymore."

"That turned you into the center of attention of the place I guess?" Tanja replied.

"You have no idea. Not only were we the center of attention, but people got up from their seats to stand around us."

"But you were fully dressed, I guess?"

"We were, but not for long. Within seconds they started taking our clothes off, but I must say, they did ask if we would object.

"Well, not immediately, our boobs were already exposed by the time they asked, and you can imagine that when they uncovered Fleur's E cups there was no way back. The audience was already shouting and clapping their hands urging the showgirls on to get us completely naked and have sex with us.

"I didn't immediately understand what it was they were chanting, something like KLEED ZE UIT! KLEED ZE UIT! Some also shouted A POIL, A POIL which being in French we understand of course, but later someone made us understand the other meant TAKE THEIR CLOTHES OFF! In Dutch.

"So they had no choice but to comply. I guess if they hadn't they would have had a riot on their hands, and to be honest we didn't really mind. As I said, they were both gorgeous and it was kind of thrilling to be undressed by another woman in front of an audience.

"And we got our entrance fee refunded afterward," Zoë mentioned.

"I guess it was not something they had happening every day, two willing lesbians participating in the show. The people visiting are 95% men, with the occasional couple, or couples, but not many lesbians."

"Did you at least have fun, did they make you cum?"

"Oh yes they did, they were good."

"Why did you go in the first place?"

"They advertised a lesbian show and we got curious."

"I can imagine."

"But that was not the end of it, the embarrassing part still had to come."

"Oh, please do tell."

"At the end of the show, the manager approached us and made us an offer."

"He wanted you to perform at the club?"

"Yes and no. He was over the moon that we participated and let the girls pleasure us. According to him, though, if they could advertise audience participation they would be able to attract bigger crowds. He suggested for us to sit in the audience like anybody else and let the showgirls involve us in the show like they just did."

"So basically you would act as a fake audience being randomly selected by the showgirls to participate in the show?"

"Yes, that was the general idea, and I can assure you he was very persistent. He even went as far as offering us a contract for the duration of the whole tourist season."

"So in the end what would you have to do?"

"We would need to be there for three of the shows they give daily, one in the afternoon and two in the evening."

"I guess you didn't go for it?"

"...Eh, no not for the whole tourism season, but we did do a few shows."

"Really? And how much did he pay you, if you don't mind me asking."

"Oh, it's not a big secret. Let me put it this way, the cost of our two-week stay in The Netherlands was completely covered."

"And what was so embarrassing about it then?"

"Well, whatever way you look at it, basically we were hookers."

"No, I wouldn't describe it that way. Did you get money from the girls you were performing with or do anything against your will?"

"No."

"Did you enjoy yourselves?"

"Absolutely."

"Did you feel you were cheating on each other?"

"No, because sometimes we were also pleasuring each other during the shows."

"So where's the problem? As far as I understand, you only did it a couple of times, and wasn't it something on your '69 sexy things to do list,' to perform in public?"

"Yes, come to think of it, I added that item to our list shortly after we arrived in Amsterdam and saw the pictures of the two girls performing at the Casa Rosso when we were walking on the Walletjes."

"And was that when you decided to go see the show?"

"Yes, we had never done something like that."

"Like what?"

"See a live sex show."

"And, in the end, was it any good?"

"It became a lot better when we were invited to participate."

"So, girls, are you ready for a tour of my amusement park? Sorry, allow me to correct myself, my kinky adult amusement park."

"Oh yes please, we would like to continue where we left off on the ship and use some of the stuff that was strictly prohibited on board."

"I don't remember something being prohibited on board, Fleur."

"The wax treatment you wanted me to experience, remember?"

"Yes, now that you mention it, candles and open flames were not allowed on board. Did you try it in Amsterdam?"

"No, I completely forgot about it, but as you mentioned, we can let the experts handle it today."

"Oh yes, and experts we have. Allow me to introduce you to Jack, our Shibari specialist."

"Shibari? What is Shibari?"

"The Japanese art of tying somebody up in an elaborate and artistic way. Would one of you like to experience that?"

"Yes, yes!" Zoë almost shouted, clapping her hands.

"Hey, what about me? What am I going to do while you're being tied up?" Fleur asked, seemingly a bit miffed and taking the lead back all of a sudden.

"I think we can find a thing or two for you to do, don't you worry my dear," Tanja said with a smile. "For starters, why don't you girls get undressed? I'm dying to see that gorgeous body of yours again in all its glory."

"Where do we leave our clothes?"

"Vag will put them in a safe place. You remember Vag, my sub, don't you?"

"How could I forget? I still can't believe you ordered her to lick my pussy under the table in the cruise ship's crowded restaurant."

"Oh, but she enjoyed it also, and proved it when we returned to our cabin that evening."

"She did? How so?

"Vag just loves it when I order her to do things completely out of the ordinary and where she could get caught. I bet you that if she had been with you in Amsterdam, she would have signed that contract immediately and performed at all the shows."

"That's why she was looking the way she did when I told that story."

"And what way was that?"

"With her tongue almost hanging out of her mouth like a dog looking at a juicy steak."

By the time Fleur began to undress a small crowd had gathered, and when her stunning E cups were revealed she drew some whistles and catcalls.

"What's the matter, boys, have you never seen big boobs before?" Tanja asked in general.

One replied, "Yes we have, Tanja, but these are really sensational. I never saw these two women here before, mind if I ask where they come from?"

"Canada," Fleur replied, giving the chap who asked a defiant look, while Tanja shook her head, giving all of them a look of "

Really guys?".

Turning back to Fleur, she continued ignoring the onlookers. "OK, but back to our business at hand. Now that you're fully naked, how far are you willing to go tonight."

"All the way! I want the full experience, bring it on!"

"Well, well, Fleur, I never thought that you would be the one going for the hard stuff. Maybe a little additional word of warning, you have to obey my every command. Failing to do so will entail punishment, and, before I forget, if you feel yourself starting to cum, you will hold it back as you are not allowed to orgasm until I allow you to, and if I give you the order to do so you will do it immediately. Is that understood?"

"Yes, yes, yes, I can't wait for you to start, and just to let you know, my motto is what doesn't kill me makes me stronger, and I don't think you will want to kill me so I guess you will make me stronger."

"Yes, but in order to do that I will have to make you suffer, and tonight we are lucky that I will be able to use the hot wax on your tender flesh and I can give you a taste of the full range of floggers and other instruments we have available."

"I can't wait for you to start, Tanja. I gather that what you did on the ship was but a toned-down version of the experience you can give me here?"

"If you want to put it that way, yes, but I wonder if you will be as strong as the two Italian girls I played with a couple of weeks ago in the club."

"Italian girls? What did you do to them?"

"Oh, it was a fun-filled night, and I wanted to break them."

"Now you make me worry. 'Break them?'"

"What I mean is, I wanted them to use their safeword."

"Safeword, what's a safeword?"

"I think Zoë referred to it as a stop word on the ship, but I never heard yours so please tell me what it is before we really start to play so I'll know if you want me to stop."

"So if I say that safeword, you will stop?"

"Yes, immediately. It means you can't take it anymore. It needs to be something you would not commonly use in the throes of passion, so what will be yours?"

"Euh...that's tough. Can it simply be STOP?"

"It can, but maybe you should use colors. If I think you are in trouble and I ask you if you are still OK you can reply 'green.' When you can still take it but if you want to slow down, use 'orange,' and then use 'red' when you want me to stop completely."

"Yes, that sounds excellent, let's go for that."

"For starters, we can go two ways. You can take up the inspection position when I want to flog you, or I can tie you up."

"What's the difference, does it hurt more if you tie me up?"

"No, the level of pain will be the same, but when you're not tied up you have to maintain the position I put you in and when a person is flogged they tend to put their hands over a sore spot sometimes and I could hit your hands, which is extremely painful and absolutely not the purpose."

"So not being tied up could indeed be more painful?"

"Yes, but when you go untied, you willingly surrender your body to me to chastise it. When tied you have no choice. It's also more of a mental thing."

"I see, maybe I'll go for being tied up then. I have no idea how I will react if you do something really painful to me."

"OK, let's tie you up then, please extend your hands in front."

Fleur put her hands together and extended her arms. Tanja put a pair of leather handcuffs on her wrists, and then she placed Fleur in the center of the room, giving herself enough room to flog her. The small gathered crowd drew a smile from Tanja.

"You know, Fleur, these guys are so predictable. When they see a new body they're drawn to it like a moth to a flame, so you'll have to live with the fact that you're the main attraction for this evening."

"I don't mind, I got used to being that in Amsterdam, remember?"

"Nevertheless, I am going to put a blindfold over your eyes to create that bit more excitement you are clearly looking for, and you won't have to look at all these perverts with their tongues hanging out."

Tanja tied a rope to the handcuffs and instructed Fleur to hold her hands above her head, then attached the rope to the hook on the winch, picked up the remote to activate it, and pulled her up until her body was nicely stretched. Next, she put a rope on each ankle and pulled until her feet were a little over three feet apart, securing those ropes to two of the rings embedded in the floor. By spreading her legs, Tanja stretched Fleur to the limit, but she was still standing on the floor. There would be no way she could escape any hits of whichever instrument of punishment Tanja would choose.

Oblivious of all the stuff that was happening in the cellar, I was halfway through watching one of my all-time favorite movies,

Emmanuelle 2,

L'antivierge when my phone rang.

"God, I thought, who bothers me this late?"

"Hello, Lew Emmett," I replied, trying to sound bored.

"Hi Lew, my favorite house photographer."

"OH, it's you, Tanja, what's up?"

"Some friends I made during our cruise unexpectedly showed up this evening and I was wondering, as my house photographer, could you do me a favor and drag yourself down to the club and do some of your digital magic in stills and video footage?"

"You want me to give up watching Silvia Kristel in her second Emmanuelle movie to come and take pictures of some, probably older person being flogged in your club?"

"Why older?"

"Well, aren't those the kind of people that go on cruises, present company excluded?"

"We weren't the only young gorgeous women on board, grumpy old man, and do I need to remind you that you regularly ask me for favors when it is not always convenient for me?"

"Soooory! I'll be right down, as soon as I put some decent clothes on."

"Be careful, don't break your neck coming down that crazy round metal staircase of yours."

"I'll be very careful to arrive in one piece, your ladyship, to take your pictures. You want video as well?"

"Yes, bring it all, better be prepared, just in case."

Five minutes later I walked into the club, looking for Tanja. I immediately saw her in her favorite spot in the middle of the room, in the presence of a gorgeous big-busted naked female I had never seen before. Judging by the crowd that had gathered around her, this must be someone really special.

"Wow, that was fast," Tanja said when she spotted me at her side.

"You know that when my favorite tenant calls, I come running."

"Yeah, yeah, OK. Allow me to introduce you to Fleur, a Canadian whom I met on board the cruise ship, who is currently visiting our lovely country together with her girlfriend Zoë and who both wanted to experience our adult playground."

"Excellent! And how far are you with your games?"

"Oh, we just started. I was about to blindfold Fleur so she wouldn't be bothered anymore by these lechers ogling her and to make it that bit more exciting. Oh, and her friend Zoë has gone with Jack to his spot. So take your pick whom you want to photograph first."

"Seeing that Fleur is already wearing my most favored female attire, her skin, I'll start with her if you don't mind."

"OK."

"Allow me to first take a few without the blindfold so I can register her lovely face before you hide it."

I took a few dozen pictures of the lovely Fleur, focusing mainly on her E-size twins--not that I forgot also to take some closeups of her lovely shaven pussy as well. Her stretched and spread position made it easy to see everything she had, her tits thrust up and out and her pussy pulled slightly open and on full display. It's not every day I have the opportunity to photograph a girl with such considerable assets.

In the meantime, Jack had been busy tying up Zoë in his Shibari corner. He too had drawn a small crowd of Shibari aficionados. He had her tied up in a very special way. She looked as if she was floating in mid-air like an Indian Fakir. Both of her legs were tied up with the knees bent and the ankles tied to her upper thighs, with a second rope around her mid-thigh and shin. From the right knee, a rope went over her lower back to connect to the left knee, taking away any possibility for her to close her legs, in fact keeping them wide open to the maximum and exposing her pussy in such a way that the outer lips were also pulled open with the inner ones seductively showing. Her arms were secured behind her with an artful pattern of rope from top to bottom, pulling her shoulders back and thus pushing her small but ever-so-enticing titties out in a very provocative way, yet allowing virtually no movement whatsoever.

She was suspended by a double rope on each side of her body starting from the rope around her mid-thigh and the one at her ankles. That, in connection with the ropes used to secure her legs, created a bit of a swing for her to sit on. The rope from mid-thigh up was in the front of her body, the one from her ankles in the back keeping her perfectly in balance. All four ropes had been attached to a winch, by which Jack had pulled her up to about three feet above the floor, just perfect to fuck her standing up. At about five feet she would even be perfect for some cunnilingus, depending on the size of the person performing the art of rug munching. But based on the conversation I heard Jack have with her, he had something entirely different in mind.

"I heard, slave, that you're always asking your mate to get bigger dildos."

Zoë looked a bit fearfully at Jack, not knowing where he got that information and what the purpose of the question was.

"Well, did you?" he asked again.

"Eh, yes, Fleur always buys these small things that don't satisfy me, did she tell you this?"

"Who told me is completely irrelevant, the point is that I know, furthermore I was told that you don't like vegetables."

Again, Zoë looked at Jack with big fearful eyes, completely in the dark about who gave him that titbit of information as well.

"I always eat my share of the vegetables Fleur prepares, maybe not as much as she wants me to, but I do eat them."

"Well, I think I have found a way to help you on both fronts, my dear, You see, I grow zucchinis in my vegetable garden and they are perfect to solve this problem. They have the perfect shape and size to satisfy your craving for bigger dildos and give you some much-needed vegetable intake."