Nina's Naughty Modelling

A favour becomes a job and leads to a porno.

This is a fairly long progression story in incremental steps.

A special thanks to RF-Fast for helping to proofread and ensuring the story is in good shape.

Nina's Naughty Modelling

It's extremely hard to describe how I got into this situation as, and even as I experienced it, it was unreal. Nina is a 20-year-old woman who could make the pope hard, and I don't even mean the current one. Pick one at random and she could resurrect him from the dead sporting an erection. How do I know this? It wasn't that long ago that she was naked and rubbing up against me. Telling me all the nasty things she's going to do with me while her friends film us. But I'm jumping ahead.

It started with my sister. Which is weird. She asked me for a favour.

"Hey Peter." She said as she once again walked into my room, without knocking.

"What's up Claire?" Pulling her up on not knocking wasn't worth arguing about, since it had never worked the last 10,000 times.

"I need a favour."

"Within reason. Shoot."

"Well, it's not for me, it's for a friend."

"Who?"

"Nina."

"Crap!" I sighed.

Claire chuckled. "She's not that bad. Are you scared of her?"

. "A Little bit", I admitted, bringing my finger and thumb close together.

"But you're literally more than a foot taller than her. Probably weigh twice what she does. How can she scare you?"

I have to pause the narrative here to explain a few things. Nina's mum was a model who hit the European genetic gene pool jackpot. Born in Spain with Italian, French and a few other nationalities stirred into an astonishing body that her daughter had only perfected. I'd only seen a few photos of the mother, but it is weird seeing nude shots of your sister's friend's mum modelling.

She'd been a model and rather wild, doing drugs and parties. Got pregnant and married Nina's dad, a guy from a wealthy family. When Nina was 6, her mum died of an overdose, and she was looked after by a nanny, while her dad fell further into the bottle. Just before Nina turned 18, her dad died, leaving her alone. Alone, but the sole inheritor of a large but undisclosed fortune.

The problem was her dad had set up a trust fund for her. She could only access a tiny part of it, through the trustees until she was 25, and she like my sister, was only 20. Nina seemed to be an instant gratification kind of girl and partied and did some wild things. It was rumoured that if you were ever invited to her place with 5 other people, you had a 1 in 6 chance of bedding her. And that applied if you were a guy or a girl.

I didn't exactly believe that, but I sometimes wondered. Given how often my sister hung out with her and her friends, my porn fuelled mind played endless video options during my 'private time'.

The real reason I had an issue with Nina, apart from her habit of calling me Little Pedro, was how she could be so over the top. Not just in personality but wearing revealing clothes that begged you to look. Making you feel a little sleazy even if you didn't look. She teased me and my friends any chance she got. When she switched to a fake version of her mother's accent, you knew you were in trouble.

"You're 23 for god's sake, not 14."

"Fine, what's she need? And bear in mind, I still reserve the right to say no."

"OK, that's fine. Have you heard the rumour she's a Camgirl?"

I had and was a little slow saying no.

"She needs a guy's help."

"What like..." My mind was jumping a very low bar. Hardly surprising given the subject.

"No, not like that, you perv. That's my friend. God, it's no wonder you never have a girlfriend." She snarled adopting her hands-on-hips attitude stance.

I scowled, as that was a touchy subject with me. I did fine with the girls. I'm tall, slim and toned from years of sports in school. But I wasn't the most confident around girls. And the prettier they were, the worse I got. So, Nina brought out a perfect storm of bumbling incoherence with me. Until very recently. I'd had a girl I thought I loved, and she dumped me for a jerk 10 years older. Leaving my confidence bruised and battered.

"So, what then?"

"I'm sure you'll have to talk to Juliette or Kristi. Something about security or humping stuff about."

I raised an eyebrow humorously.

"Not that! Jez, have you ever got a one-track mind!"

"It's not me, it's Nina. I don't think we've talked for more than 2 sentences without her slipping in an innuendo or double entendre."

"You're exaggerating."

I wasn't, but again, when it came to my sister's friends, she had blinders on. Nothing they did could be wrong because she knew them, and they were perfect. Yeah right!

I pulled my phone and called Juliette. Why did I have her number on my phone you ask? My sister barely went a week without losing her phone. Leaving it at a friend's house, so I had all her friends' numbers on my phone. Which earned me teasing from my friends about having a long list of hot younger girls there. And more than one argument with a girlfriend over them.

She'd once asked me to add some guys as well. But I pointed out I wasn't about to call them.

"Hey, is that Dane? Yeah, I'm sorry to ask this, but you weren't banging my sister Claire last night, were you? She didn't leave her phone there, did she?" Yep, not happening.

"Hi Peter, I assume you are calling about this favour we're after?" Juliette said.

"We?" I asked.

"It's a joint favour from the three of us. Look, it's easier if you can pop over and I can explain."

"Is Nina there?" I tried to ignore the smirk on my sister's face and the chuckle from Juliette.

"Not if you come over now."

I drove over to the apartment shared by Nina, Kristi, and Juliette. It was pretty snazzy, and I suspected Nina was subsidising the others. Juliette let me in and led me into the kitchen, to see Nina and Kristi sitting there.

"Technically, she was out when we spoke. But she needs to be here to explain."

"Hi Leettle Pedro." Nina said in her annoying fake accent.

I sighed and Juliette scowled at Nina.

"OK." Nina said in her real voice. "I'm not sure if your sister told you, but I've become a Camgirl."

"Why?" I asked, genuinely confused.

"You don't think I have the figure for it?" She brushed her hand over her shirt, stretching it and thrusting her braless bust out at me.

Nina was petite in almost all areas, but her bust was large for her frame. If I'd not watched her growing up, in a non-creepy way, I'd have assumed she'd had a boob job. I blinked and looked away. But she'd made her point.

"I meant that you don't need the money. I'm pretty sure you don't need to work at all."

"Not quite, and I don't have access to my dad's money for a few more years. But if I'm honest, I'm a narcissist and I love showing off."

"Yeah, I remember you coming over to see Claire and then teasing me and my friends. That wasn't cool."

"Are you saying they didn't like looking at me?"

"I'm saying it's kinda awkward having the guys all avoiding looking at each other because you gave us all erections." All three girls grinned, and I realised they were exactly the wrong audience for that complaint. "What's this favour? And I reserve the right to say no."

Kristi took over the conversation to get us back on track.

"OK, that's fair, Peter. At the end of each show, she asks her fans to comment and suggest themes for a future show. I'm pretty sure you can imagine what most are asking for, but we do also have reasonable ones. For example, quite a few wants to see her exposed outdoors. We want you to be our guardian.

"We're less worried about the law, and more concerned some guys getting the wrong idea and assuming her nakedness is permission."

"So, you want me to be your muscle?"

All three girls, as if they'd practised, stared pointedly at my crotch. Juliette continued the explanation.

"Actually, Peter, more a lookout. Yes, you can help carry anything heavy. But mainly to watch out if we are going to be disturbed while Nina models. Here..." Juliette said and pointed to her laptop.

It was showing a google map satellite view of a town about 30 minutes away. It was small and old-fashioned and right on the coast. She zoomed in as far as she could to see a blurry image of buildings right next to the water.

"It's down this ginnel [a narrow alley] to a couple of old fishermen's cottages."

She flipped to some photos she'd taken. The ginnel was about 5 feet wide and off the town's high street. Modern shops are on either side. There was a short set of old stone steps down to a walkway in front of the cottages which faced the sea. There were thick oak posts on the outside of the walkway and thick ropes to stop careless people from stepping off and falling into the water.

"It's about 60 feet from the entrance to the end of the walkway. I want to use the cottages and the sea as a backdrop." she finished.

I nodded and was struck again that Juliette was an excellent photographer.

"When are you planning on doing it?"

Nina replied. "Saturday morning. Early on Saturday morning. Jules says the light will be best then. Are you in? You might finally get to see my boobies."

I chuckled. "I'm in, but not for that."

Juliette led me to the door and surprised me with a hug. "Thanks for helping Peter."

I left feeling pretty good. I liked Juliette and might have asked her out, but my sister had a strict rule that I did not date her friends. And while technically, Juliette was more of a friend of a friend, it was a little too close. If I asked my sister, I'd face endless teasing. Especially if Juliette said no. None of the three seemed bothered by boyfriends.

Nina, I knew, was very casual, and Kristi alternated between normal and outrageous, depending on her mood. Juliette was the quiet one. Probably why I liked her, but I got a hint she wasn't as boring as she let on.

Photo shoot 1

On Saturday, Nina picked me up in her new luxury Range Rover. It looked kinda funny, as it was so big and tall that she would barely come up to the windows. We parked up on the high street and I helped carry a huge box of makeup and a tripod. Juliette had a heavy camera bag, and Kristi carried a folding chair. Nina, of course, carried nothing.

After setting the stuff down, Juliette handed me a screwdriver and asked me to remove the for-sale signs. Explaining she didn't want anyone to easily figure out the location. Then she brought out a brush and black paint.

"Don't worry, its water soluble. It will wash off after a few rain showers."

In a neat hand, she painted. "Fisherman's Wharf."

"How long will this take?"

"About 30 minutes to get her ready and hopefully another 30 for the shoot. Unless Miss Nibs wants something extra special."

I looked at Nina, who looked great already. She slipped off her coat to reveal a light summer button-through dress. White with a slight floral pattern. It was pretty obvious she wore nothing under it, as the material was very thin and the rising sun backlit her to stunning effect. She smiled at me, then sat for Kristi to fix her hair and makeup.

I was wondering how I was going to keep people from looking down the ginnel and wondering what was going on. Especially if I needed to do it for an hour. Lurking around outside a shop for that length of time would attract attention rather than avoid it. Then I had an idea.

"Can I have the car keys?"

"Sure." Nina said, handing them over. "Why?"

"There is a blanket on the backseat, and I think I've got an idea of how to prevent anyone looking down here."

Kristi and Nina looked at me, confused. But Juliette grinned. She was way smarter than the others and probably me. "Clever, I knew we didn't want you just for your muscles."

"Speak for yourself." Kristi said and reached over and squeezed my pectoral.

"Hey, how would you feel if I did that to you?"

"Extremely happy." She thrust her chest at me. Kristi had the biggest boobs of all the girls.

"Sheesh, wrong person to say that to."

"Homeless?" Juliette asked, and I nodded.

"I'll go sit under a blanket with a cup of coins in front of me and it's an instant field of people guaranteed to avoiding looking at me."

I headed up the steps and bought a coffee and grabbed the blanket from the car. Poured about half the coffee down a drain and drank the rest. It was too hot really, but I managed it. Then I emptied all the coins in my pocket into the empty paper cup. Walking slowly back to the entrance of the ginnel. I waited until no one was looking and sat, bringing the blanket up around my shoulders.

Then I realised I was probably too well-groomed and clean to pull it off. So, I slipped the blanket up over my head and used it to hide my earbuds. Covertly, I dialled Juliette and told her I was ready. Suggesting we stayed on the call in case anything came up. She agreed but added it would be best not to talk unless I had to.

My arse was already getting numb on the concrete by the time Nina was ready. I heard the instructions Juliette gave, and it seemed obvious that she and Nina had a good, if not practiced connection with her instructions. Only moments after the instructions, I heard the click of the camera shutter.

Feigning listless boredom, my eyes followed the shoppers going about their day. None came too close, and none looked at me for more than an instant. I was pretty sure if I was in a line up, none would be able to identify me without the blanket over my head.

My arse got colder, and increasingly numb, and I resisted the temptation to look around and see what was happening with the shoot. I noticed a policeman walking on the other side of the street and looking at me from the corner of his eye.

"Juliette, we might be getting trouble any minute." I spoke under my breath.

But the guy kept walking. Although I was sure he'd be back and would want to talk to me soon enough.

"We're just about done." She replied, and I glanced behind me.

Nina was resting her left elbow on one of the old oak posts. Bent forward, her right hand was on her hip. She was naked and smiling at the camera. Then she must have noticed me and stood up and waved.

"Oops, sorry." I said, looking away too late.

"Don't sweat it, Peter. I'm positive she'd have been very disappointed if you'd not looked. I'm pretty sure she'd have got Krista to yell out for you to look down here, if you'd not looked at least once. Give us a couple of minutes and then come down."

Nina was dressed and had a huge smug grin on her face when I arrived. She took her keys back and headed back to the car as Juliette put her camera gear away and I put the for-sale signs back.

"It's always the way. You lug all this gear with you and hardly use any of it." Juliette complained.

Nina insisted I come into their apartment when we got home for a glass of wine to celebrate a successful shoot. After humping in all the gear, I saw Juliette going through the photos on her laptop. Nina thrust a glass into my hand and saluted the team.

"A good shoot, and we didn't get spotted or arrested. I'm looking forward to the next time. You'll help, right, little Pedro?"

I muttered under my breath. "Not if you keep calling me that." But Nina ignored me.

While I wasn't looking on purpose, I saw most of the photos. It started with her posing in the light dress against the run-down cottages and then with the sea in the background. The bright blue of the sky and the deeper green of the sea went well with the white dress. Gradually, she unbuttoned the dress and let it hang open, showing her perfect breasts and neatly trimmed pussy.

The photos were glamorous rather than explicit. Nothing lewd and if I was honest, a little sexless. Arty though. I could imagine them on the walls of some NY art gallery. Rather than in some grubby magazine with guys jerking over them.

Juliette drove me back to my place.

"It wasn't too bad, was it?"

"I wasn't sure what to expect. She's pretty casual about nudity."

She chuckled. "You've no idea. Today was pretty tame by her standards. I think she didn't want to scare you off the first time. Her camming is a little raunchier."

Juliette dropped me off and said they were planning the next shoot in about 2 or 3 weeks.

My sister pelted me with questions, all of which I refused to answer. Repeatedly saying it wasn't my place and if she wanted to know, she should talk to her friends. She grabbed her keys and went off in a huff. So, I texted Nina and warned her to expect Claire and a barrage of questions. She replied with a winky face.

My sister had calmed down when she returned, walked into my room and flopped down on the bed.

"Come in." I said, as if I'd heard her knocking.

"You seriously weren't sneaking a peek at her?"

"I was there to work and keep an eye out. I'll admit I looked around for what was probably the last photo."

"Are you sure you're not gay? It's ok if you are."

"Have a nice day and fuck off." I replied.

Photo shoot 2

Three weeks later, on a Sunday, I drove over to Nina's. Not wanting to force one of them to drive me home after they'd been drinking. Nina tossed me the keys and jumped into the passenger seat of her Range Rover. I climbed in and marvelled that it was several £10,000s more than any vehicle I'd driven before.

As I was about to pull off, Nina stopped me and handed me a peaked chauffeur cap and a pair of mirrored shades. I chuckled but put them on. Today we were supposed to be filming in a parking structure. I'd no idea how that was going to work, but I trusted they had figured out something.

Juliette explained as I pulled into the parking structure. She'd chosen this one as it was used mostly by office workers on weekdays, and there were no working lifts. So, people would stick to the lower levels. At the exit of the ramp into level four, Kristi jumped out, and I saw her tape something to the concrete wall. Then Juliette's phone beeped, and she gave a thumbs up to Kristi to come back.

"It's a motion sensor. It sends me a text if something triggers it." she explained.

We repeated that on the next level and at the ramp to the top floor were cones to block the way. A sign said resurfacing work underway. I looked at Juliette, who explained they'd not started the work yet and she'd cased the joint for days. Then she jumped out and produced blank clip-on number plates.

"Aren't they illegal?"

"On the open road, but this is private property."

Kristi moved the cones, and Juliette covered the number-plates. I drove up and parked in the middle of the empty deck as Nina instructed me.

"This is the tricky bit," Juliette told me, leaning over from the back seat. "You need to put a bag over each camera on those posts.

In the four corners were white posts with CCTV cameras pointing at us.

"Don't worry, I did this a couple of weeks ago and left a trail camera hidden. When I came back two days later, nobody had checked on the cameras."

The post rose at least 10 feet over the concrete wall, which was a little over waist high.

"What's the expression? White guys can't jump?"

Juliette tapped me on the shoulder with something. It was three black sticks that confused me for a moment.

"Chimney sweeping rods?" I asked as I recognised them.

"I found them in my grandad's garage. No idea why he had them."

Each was about a yard long and had a brass cap on either end. One with a protruding screw and the other a socket.

"I walked under one camera and then put the pole together and put the bag on. It was tricky, but I'm sure you'll do better."

I stepped out of the car and realised up until now I might get told to 'bugger off' for trespassing. Now I was about to potentially commit a crime. Rather than sneak up to the camera, when the other three cameras could record it anyway. I screwed the three rods together and had a carrier bag over the end as I stopped at the pole.