With lyrics from Dire Straits, "Money for Nothing", 1985.
The MTV Shoot
It was a gloomy morning and Petra Stanwick lay in bed, her head throbbing. She just didn't feel well on a number of levels. Sure, too much alcohol the night before at the professor's apartment, but she'd been smoking weed too. And having rampant sex, a lot of it.
Regrets plagued her mind this morning, because an older woman she hardly knew had munched Petra to a crushing orgasm. What was happening to her lately? Was she becoming a total slut?
It had started a month ago when Professor William Edwards invited her to pose anonymously in old-style clothing for his Fine Arts lectures. Architecture wasn't working to illustrate trends in art and design; however, his friend, lecturer Ronald Dennison, had suggested that fashion would interest students. Especially the sleeping guys at the back of the lecture theatre.
Mr. Dennison had posed with her most Friday evenings. A virile and handsome man, she had given herself to him willingly in private photos and video after the lecture shots were finished. Professor Edwards had joined in too- even both at the same time! Then her best girlfriend Emmeline posed and fucked with them one weekend. Recently it was two stacked cougars the men picked up at a bar. Petra felt out of control, driven by expanding sexual excitement.
Listening to the rain splattering on her window, Petra resolved to talk to Professor Edwards. Was this posing really a replacement for a final course assignment? Would she be having sex with a widening array of people every week? Could those scandalous private images ever surface, by accident or design? Would classmates and professors learn that she was the mystery model?
"I really have to see him. I'll make an appointment Monday," Petra resolved.
In the late afternoon that same Saturday, Edwards and Dennison were ogling the professor's photos from the previous evening.
"Sexy little devil, isn't she, Ronald? I'll never tire of looking down into those big brown eyes with her mouth wrapped around my cock."
"Yes, who could guess how much pleasure she'd give us? All in exchange for a high grade! Oh, the power of learning!" Dennison joked, adding, "Now show me the video you shot later, old boy."
"Some of the best so far! Petra with that barfly Lezlee is really wicked stuff."
"Yeah, Lez was a fine fuck too. I could use some more of that. What's going on next Friday anyway?"
"The glitzy Eighties, when all the hippies went into business to get rich," Edwards laughed cynically.
"I was just a kid, but I remember the big hair and bigger shoulder pads," Dennison recalled.
"Yeah, on women's clothes, not just football players."
"And big hair on guys too. Remember those bands? So androgynous it was hard to tell men from women in those old music vids."
"Hmm.... Ronald, you've just given me an idea for an Eighties shoot. It could be set as an MTV video with a rock star and groupies!"
Dennison grinned approval, then broke into song:
"Now look at them yoyos, that's the way you do it
You play the guitar on the MTV...."
Edwards laughed and came back with:
"That ain't workin', that's the way you do it
Money for nothin' and your chicks for free."
"Great idea, old man! Maybe we can get Petra, and those two roomies, Lezlee and Desiree together, fawning over a rock star? Me, of course"
"Capital thought!" Edwards enthused. "I'll bet they'd like it."
"I'll call, William. Lezlee gave me her number."
"You sod! But first let's talk about this some more. If they're willing, could you get all three women typical Eighties gear from your contact in the college Theatre Department?"
"Sure, but I'd need the right sizes."
"So, we probably need to meet them this week- here or their place- to check out their physical 'specifications'."
"My hands know how much they felt last night, but that's probably not accurate enough for clothing," Ronald joked.
"If we're lucky, we could get some more 'hands-on' information early next week. Maybe even tomorrow?"
"That's it then. I call Lezlee and float the idea of modelling in an Eighties music vid shoot. And I'll get them over here for their measurements and sizes."
"Exactly. Now let's run through last night's photos again. Gets me stiff every time!"
****
The room mates were gushing about the fabulous Friday night before when Lezlee's cell tone chimed.
"Oh my god! Ronald! We were just talking about your great party. Haven't had so much fun in a long time!"
"Thanks, Lezlee. We should do that again. This weekend is open."
"Oh yes! I'm sure Desiree feels the same way," she exclaimed, before putting her hand over the phone. "It's Ronald. Interested in partying again with them Friday?" she whispered loudly, to which her friend nodded enthusiastically. Lezlee continued, "She's all for it."
"OK. Another dress-up, but this time the Eighties. Something different, though. You heard William say he occasionally shoots Petra for fashion. He's doing that Friday and would like you two to be extras."
"Extras? Meaning?"
"It's an imaginary MTV video with me as a rock star and the three of you as groupies. There'll be some serious fashion photography, mainly with Petra, but you'd be in on it too. And we supply the Eighties outfits. Sound good?"
"Yeah, very interesting, but I'll have to talk it over with Desiree. Can I call you back in a little while?"
About ten minutes later Dennison and Edwards had their answer. Of course, they'd do it, but first they wanted to know who was going to see it.
"Just the five of us. Petra's fashion pictures will go to a slightly larger audience, but everything else is private. William will give each of you a drive with any photos and video a couple of days after the shoot. Petra trusts us and you can too."
"What about the pictures from the party? We're worried about that, you know. My god, if anybody saw it...."
"We have jump drives ready for each of you," Ronald lied, "And we can get them to you right away, say tomorrow?... Two o'clock at William's apartment?... Great!"
By mid-afternoon Sunday the guests had arrived, eager to collect their photos and learn more about being extras in a video shoot. The bar was set up in the kitchenette, stocked with some good wines. With glasses filled, everyone quickly picked up from Friday night.
The professor joked that he found Desiree very 'desireable', to which she replied, "And William, you're so 'willing'." When Ronald humorously called the wine they were drinking 'panty remover', Lezlee winked and purred, "What if I'm not wearing any!"
One drink later, the professor was recording their vital statistics for their Eighties costumes. Both men took every opportunity to feel the merchandise as they measured in far more detail than was necessary. Lezlee and Desiree knew it, of course, but they liked these guys. And they enjoyed the sexual attention, fully aware that there'd be plenty more of it come Friday night.
By the time they left for home with the promised jump drives, Lezlee and Desiree had been thoroughly pawed, while their hosts were strongly tempted and teased. However, the ladies held firm- no sex that afternoon- leaving William and Ronald eager for the scheduled evening photo shoot.
****
On Monday, Professor Edwards' lecture was packed- and it was 9:00 AM! At one time, his Fine Arts course was just a place for jocks to sleep before going for a gym workout. Now that he was illustrating his talks with fashion images of the mystery model, he had full attendance and full attention.
"This week we'll be examining The Arts in the 1960s. You've probably laughed at old family photos where the guys wear their hair long and the girls wear their skirts short. In case you haven't, I'll show you some today. Young people had a good time in the Sixties. These should whet your appetite to study this trendy time."
All eyes were on the big projection screen as Edwards brought up an image of his friend Ronald Dennison disguised as disheveled Sixties rocker, Joe Cocker. The next one featured a beaded hippie woman beside him, in a tie-dyed shirt and tight bellbottom jeans. The mystery woman- Petra- wore big round shades and her side profile clearly revealed that she was braless.
In the following photo, her arms were around his waist, and his hands rested on her hips. Then, the next image showed her looking up into his eyes while his chest mashed against her full breasts. She'd puckered up, an instant away from a kiss! Nobody breathed as the professor held the image and continued to speak.
"Art was about expression and colour in the Sixties. You've seen the poster art- hypnotic psychedelic designs were a vibrant part of the scene. The world of the Fifties was turned on its ear, as old ideas and conventions were challenged. The baby-boomers were coming of age and revolutionary changes occurred in almost every aspect of life. The birth control pill was widely available too; in case things spun out of control"
The students laughed.
Then Professor Edwards projected shots taken inside his apartment at Friday's party. The class saw the day-glow posters and colourful lights, while Lezlee and Desiree grooved with Joe Cocker in their short dresses. There were several more images taken before the guests got drunk and stoned and fucked. Every student was examining the photos closely while Petra cringed lest she be recognized.
"Great parties in the Sixties. Wild parties!" Edwards teased. "It was a time of youthful exuberance. There was an explosion of new ideas in the Arts and every other aspect of life. We'll study it with more photos this week. Join me."
Later, when the class poured out of the theatre, Petra hung back until everyone was gone. As usual, Dennison had come by to see the images which his friend had used in the lecture. They were standing side-by-side smiling, but Petra didn't look happy at all.
"Was there something wrong with my slides of you this morning?" her professor asked with some concern.
"They were fine.... But I'm worried."