Louetta here. This is Boudica Part 06. Everybody mentioned in this story is eighteen or older.
So far in this series I've spent part of the summer working in Amsterdam at a BDSM club with my Dutch female cousins Eefje and Dieuwke. My eventual goal is to get into video and film work and I wanted to get experience performing in the nude. The first thing I tried was learning to do an acceptable striptease. I wasn't the best dancer, but I had a good body and got positive feedback from a lot of the guys I worked with and who came to the club. And it gave me a chance to get naked in front of a crowd and do some kind of act. Also, while I was in Europe, I wanted to try different kinds of BDSM-style scenes. I have a strong and yet feminine body and was willing to get naked, and here in Amsterdam I saw a chance to practice some scenes, something that would be hard to do back in the US.
Soon after starting work as a door bunny at the BDSM club I became aware of the presence of members of the German BDSM organization known as Das Erwachen (the awakening). I admired the women. They were young, pretty, stylish, had nice bodies and were tough as nails. I desperately wanted to become a member, but my lack of experience and the fact I lived overseas counted against me. My best chance of getting in seemed to be that, given the uniformly attractive appearance of the women, looks counted a lot, and a willingness to come across helped too. Anyway, the first night at the club I noticed an Erwachen girl known as Tilly. She was small in stature but wiry, with black hair, dark tan, pretty face, nice tits and ass and an athletic body. In other words the model Erwachen girl. She was scheduled to suffer a whipping the following Friday night.
I spoke to the Erwachen guys and told them I had undergone a whipping in the US in order to join The Wenches group, like I said in my The Wenches story, and wanted to try one there at the club. They told me to watch Tilly's whipping, and if I was still interested after that, we could talk further. I could hardly wait, but finally Friday arrived. The scene lasted a full hour. I watched transfixed as Tilly was bound naked in a smoky, beer-soaked room full of men. I thought her magnificent: beautiful and defiant, her breasts thrust forward, sweat glistening all over her body, the pinkness of her snatch plainly visible, soaking wet between her widely spread thighs. When they were done with her she could barely stand, but the crowd of men parted like the Red Sea as she left the room. If I ever knew anything I knew I wanted to be like her.
Eefje, Dieuwke and I took her Tilly down to the bunny room in the club after her scene and fed her, and I got a chance to talk to her. I told her about my photographer friend Harry back home, whom I've written about a while back, who started me in nude photo work. While she showered and dried off she let me take some photos to send to Harry in the US to see if he could sell them. In return she agreed to help me get involved in Das Erwachen. Harry liked the model, Tilly, but the photos from my cell phone were not of a quality he could peddle to his regular customers. Fortunately, as the club was around the corner from the sex district, there was a photo "studio" available where men could hire girls by the hour and photograph them as they saw fit with their own cameras. Professional lighting and background equipment were provided.
As my family was in Amsterdam visiting relatives my folks of course had cameras. Tilly proposed me as a new member to the top local Erwachen officials and two of them agreed to attend our photo session to evaluate the new prospect. Naked, of course. So Sunday afternoon we were off to the "studio". If you've ever seen the movie La Femme Publique you know what the photo shop was like. In that film Valérie Kaprisky, supposedly a struggling young actress, picks up extra bucks by allowing men to photograph her dancing in the nude. A hostess shows customers photos of prospective models. An appointment is made and the customer photos or videos the girl in the studio doing whatever they negotiate. One can also bring one's own model(s). As long as the shop is paid for the studio time they don't care. We paid for two hours as we had two unpracticed models, plus time for set-up.
The main feature of the studio room was a large backdrop frame which contained canvases of various solid colors which could be brought down or up by a remote control. On the floor was a huge mat on which the model could prance forward toward the camera or back or to the side to facilitate dancing as opposed to still shots. We were going to do mostly stills, or videos standing in place, sort of like Tiktok, only naked. The basic poses would be bodybuilding type shots, muscle poses rather than sex shots, pussies and stuff. Of course, in many of them, we would indeed show pussy. Tilly could convincingly pass as an aspiring bodybuilder. I couldn't, not yet anyway, but Harry's regular customers back home would, I was sure, be very forgiving. I set up my Dad's camera on a tripod and began looking over the equipment provided. Impressive, even more so than Harry's one-man shop.
There were the usual strobe and continuous lights plus a channel high up on the back wall so the model could traverse the room dancing without the lighting changing. Much. There were key lights, fill lights and background lights. We did little background stuff because the object of the exercise was to display the model's body. There were a number of modifiers: umbrellas and reflectors. We used few reflectors because for muscle shots, you need shadows to make the muscles visible. A bright light on your abs and all you see is a flat surface. Google "Bill Pearl bodybuilder photos" and you'll see what shadows can do to make the muscles pop. There was a boom arm so the model could be lit from overhead. Bill Pearl used a skylight often. We used the overhead but you also need to light from below, else the upper body blocks the light. This is especially important for girls with decent size boobs and bums. Also, a 'cold' light of white or blue helps. A warm orange or yellow fills in the gaps more.
Anyway, we got things set up and started with Tilly, naked except for some blue jeans shorts with almost no bum coverage. Harry always liked some non-nude stuff for advertising purposes. A desk-sized screen was provided so one could display the photos in the camera memory via a USB cable. We tweaked a few things, basically moving the posing spot closer to the background and choosing a more matte type background and a flat focus which brought out better the girl standing under the boom light. Tilly had done some modeling, so she knew some basics like not eating much before she posed and how to place her feet and not to wear any undies before posing, which create crenulations on your bare skin which can take a half-hour or more to disappear. She carried in the jean shorts and did not button them when she put them on so marks weren't a problem.
Having worked with Harry so much I was familiar with show prep. I'd shower and wash my hair before I showed up. I knew I needed to dress properly, a simple shift with no undies. I hardly ever wear a bra anyway. Pubic hair was not an issue. I'm as bald as a cue ball and so was Tilly. Shaving was very in with most of the guys I knew. Us shaving, that is. Down there. This is probably a good thing. Being shaved makes it easier to wear bikinis, and once you get a guy into the sack being bare down there lets the guy see what a girl really looks like, and education is of course a good thing. Plus he's more likely to go down on you if he can see what he's eating. Also, Harry's older clients don't often get a chance to see bald pussies in real life so they like the pictures better that way and buy more.
