(A sequel to "Debra's Anniversary")
(Fictional story about fictional characters)
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Never in a hundred years did Debra Barone dream that the lousy economy would have such a direct and drastic effect on her family; but it had. The economy, coupled with the effects of the digital age, had created a crisis in the Barone household. New York Newsday, where her husband Ray had worked, had furloughed all of its sportswriters; and was now paying them just for the free-lance articles they submitted; that were accepted for publication. She knew "furlough" was just a fancy word for "laid-off." They had eliminated all "staff-writers." She probably should have seen this coming because subscriptions for the newspaper had been falling precipitously for quite some time...no one bought a newspaper anymore; they just read then online. Now, just three months later, they were already starting to feel major effects with their finances. Sure, everyone always tells you to "put away" ten or twenty percent of your income for "a rainy day" or for retirement. Ray did have a retirement account, but he couldn't touch it until he was fifty-five. They had no savings to speak of; how could they; they had three children and a fairly large mortgage. Now they were going to have difficulty making next months payments.
Ray was able to sell a few articles to the paper; but no where near enough to equal his former salary. No one else ever mentioned it; but Debra blamed herself for their lack of financial stability, because she had stopped working outside the home when pregnant with Ally; and had never gone back. She had not produced any income in about eight years.
Ray's overbearing parents, Marie and Frank, lived right across the street; but they had not offered any financial assistance; and Ray would never ask. They were a strange family...his parents would jump at the chance to help out with the kids, or around the house; but they were as tight with their money as a fat man's belt. Ray's brother Robert was a Sergeant with the NYPD, but he had borrowed money from her and Ray; so he would be no help.
Debra knew that after paying the next months bills; they would essentially be out of cash; so she was desperate. She remembered that her friend, and professional photographer, Sheila had mentioned that she sometimes took photographs of models and sold them to "niche" magazines...magazines that had a very limited and select clientele. She knew the twins, Michael and Geoffrey, needed new sneakers; and that Ally had school pictures coming up next month; so she decided to call Sheila.
Sheila was overjoyed to hear from Debra, but sympathized with her predicament. She thought for a moment, and then told Debra that she thought she may have the perfect assignment for her; as long as she didn't mind getting kinky...and naked. Debra was intimately acquainted with Sheila and had expected the latter. She would just tell Ray that the pictures were for advertisements; like being a "hand" model for dish detergent or something. Sheila mentioned the compensation amount; and Debra accepted immediately; although the inflated amount suggested to her that it must be something really kinky. Sheila told her that she did not have to bring anything special to the sitting; and they made an appointment.
When she arrived at Sheila's garage studio; the two friends embraced and quickly went upstairs to discuss the shoot. To say it was a garage studio was to give it an injustice: the garage was a full three car building; with a full second floor. The studio was as large as a small house. Debra had been there before when having boudoir photos taken for her tenth anniversary...and things had gotten out of hand. She, Sheila , Sheila's husband Bill, and his business partner George; had all had a very erotic encounter that day...one she would never forget. The two friends sat on a comfy sofa in the office area of the studio; and Sheila began to explain about the photo shoot.
"I have several magazines I submit photos to," she began, "and I think I have one that would be perfect for you. I take some pictures for "Jugz" magazine; but they really want obscenely enormous breasts. Your breasts are magnificent; just not grossly over-sized. I think you are perfect for the bondage magazine I submit photos to. You could probably even wear a mask to cover your face...just in case someone you know should see them. So what do you think, Debra?"
"If you weren't kidding about the money you quoted me on the phone; I'm definitely in," answered Debra without hesitating.
"Great, " Sheila exclaimed, "since I already knew your size, I hung some outfits in the changing room for you. Why don't you go change, and I'll set up the cameras. Meet you in the 'bedroom.' "
Debra eagerly entered the changing room, and found some leather clothes hanging on hooks, waiting for her. She quickly stripped off all her clothes and shoes, and examined the leathers. The leather pants were very tight and she had a difficult time pulling them up to her waist. They actually didn't come all the way to her waist; they were very low hip-huggers. She chuckled to herself when she saw they had a zipper that went all the way from the rear waistband, down under the crotch, all the way up to the front waistband; so that when the zipper was opened; both her ass and her pubic area would be exposed. She smiled when she remembered she had shaved herself completely that morning in anticipation of something just like this.
She next donned a short leather vest , that zipped up the front, and squeezed her chest like an old fashioned corset. The vest also had zippers at strategic locations: there was a zipper across each nipple area. The vest itself was so short that her whole stomach, and belly button , area was exposed. She had to admit it was very erotic. The hip-huggers were so low that they only came to about an inch above her slit; and actually left some of her ass crack exposed. The remaining article of clothing was a full leather hood; it reminded her of "Batman's " cowl. The hood would cover her whole head; and also had zippers for the mouth and eyes. Without putting on the hood; she scrutinized her figure in the full-length mirror; and found herself getting aroused. She really did look hot...and she still had the zippers closed. The outfit was so tight that it emphasized the little paunch she had around the middle; but she still knew she looked sexy. The final addition to the outfit was a pair of five-inch black stiletto heels that accentuated her shapely legs.
In the distance she heard Sheila call, "are you about ready, or do you need some help in there."
Debra answered her by emerging from the changing room and waddling into the "bedroom." The outfit was so tight-fitting that she had difficulty maneuvering her way. The "bedroom" was so named because it contained a huge brass bed used for boudoir photographs. Debra observed that the bed had been pushed to one wall; and there were several other pieces of furniture; more accurately labeled "apparatus," in the room.
Sheila whistled appreciatively, and exclaimed, " you look stunning Debra; the long red hair will be the highlight of the outfit. It will frame the hood when you put it on."
Sheila took the hood from Debra; opened the three zippers; and helped her pull it down over her head; completely obscuring everything but her eyes and lips. As she predicted; the red hair protruding under the hood was very sensuous. She had drawn down a faded-brick looking background; and had Debra stand in front of it while striking several poses. Debra had trouble hearing Sheila's directions with the tight hood covering her ears, and several times had to ask her to repeat them. Sheila understood; and tried to just manually move Debra's body into the desired poses. She unzipped the zipper covering Debra's left nipple, and her breast escaped through the opening ; pushing and twisting itself obscenely. After snapping a couple photos; she similarly released the right zipper; and Debra's other breast exploded through the opening under pressure. Her nipples were a bright red, where they had been irritated by the rough zippers.
Sheila slowly unzipped the crotch zipper, all the way from front to back, taking pictures every couple of inches. When Debra's ass cheeks had squeezed through the opening completely; Sheila directed her to turn around and bend over to touch her toes. Her ass looked much bigger than it actually was, being forced out through the zipper opening. When she bent over; Sheila could see her, now moist, slit between her legs and focused the camera on it. She instructed Debra to reach behind her and spread her cheeks. Sheila took a few more shots, and then told Debra to relax for a few minutes while she positioned some props. Debra took the opportunity to remove the hood because it was incredibly tight and hot.
Meanwhile, Sheila was moving a couple of wooden sawhorses, and crates in front of the fake brick wall and the effect was very rough and primitive. She informed Debra that the aficionados of the bondage magazines seemed to enjoy things crude and tough. She took the break as an occasion to rub some lubrication on Debra's exposed nipples and around her mound. She said the sheen would look more erotic in the pictures. When Debra had tugged the hood back on, and they resumed the shoot; Sheila had Debra sit on one of the crates and spread her legs wide. With the zipper completely open; Debra's slightly parted pussy lips were on display. Sheila actually focused an intense light between her legs to highlight Debra's cunt. She asked Debra to use the fingers on both hands to spread her pussy lips as far as she could. Sheila was amazed what a bright shade of pink the lights caused the inside of Debra's cunt to exude. She knew these shots were golden.
Sheila asked Debra, "are you game for a couple of more extreme shots? I think I can get you a little more money."
