My presence in the cafΓ© showed my weakness and they now knew for sure who had the control. Although they were really still very friendly, I found it weird that they were very casual about the whole thing. Apart from talking about other topics, some of the topics were about the perverted situation. They were consoling me about it. They were saying that it was just normal, there was no harm done, they were just playing, I was still a virgin, etc. Although I knew that they had a copy of the video, I still had to ask them if there were any copies. I was hoping against hope that there was none and even hoped that they would lie that there was really no other copy. Unfortunately, reality is just that reality. They had a copy. As expected, blackmail would be a series of request. What follows next would be the series of request that would eventually change this conservative college student.
The first request was more or less child's play for the experienced. But at the time, it was really difficult. My blackmailer, Francis, would request me to model while he took pictures. The photo shoots would have been find. But as long as it continued on a per week basis, I found the attire to be getting skimpier and skimpier. First, it was casual dresses. But it wasn't long before it became one piece bathing suits and after two piece bathing suits. After a few more weeks, two piece bathing suits became string bikinis. I felt myself being exposed little by little. There was the time my buttocks were completely exposed because my behind was only being covered by the thin line of the string bikini. I covered my breast when Francis pulled the string that let loose my top. He then continued on shooting with the camera. He asked me to pull down my panties. That was the last straw I didn't want to. He went nearer and yanked the strings. I could only lower my right arm to keep it from falling. But it was too late, the only thing that kept it there was my arm but there wasn't even any string at the back anymore. As if some form of art, a lot of the pictures taken was from that scene.
In the next shoot, his friend, Christine joined us. The first part had been sort of fun. At this time, the relationship had been a love-hate kind. I hated them for what they did to me but I enjoyed their friendship. The first part was fun, two female bodies in swimsuits. But it began to feel awkward when Francis asked us to take our swimsuits off. Although I was reluctant, Christine unstrung my bikini as I tried to catch it from falling. They teased me that I was too conservative. As I saw Christine took hers off, I sort of began to feel more comfortable. But I still felt uncomfortable so I covered my nipples and my pubic hair. Christine went to my back while Francis shot some more. Francis told me to hold my hair up. Christine offered to cover any expose areas from behind. Before I could disagree, I felt her pubic hair at my buttocks and her hands over what my hands were covering. I was shocked but I felt betrayed as my hands relaxed and went over to my hair. At the same time, her hands slipped in and covered what had to be covered.