I was sitting on a large sofa in my lounge, living a fantasy. I had a gorgeous naked woman sitting either side of me, each of whom who had stripped off the night before and never got dressed again. They had arrived unannounced at my office, and I had taken them to dinner in the West End. One was my girlfriend, Josie. The other, Bruna, was a friend of hers I had never met before. What happened after that will forever be etched on my memory as the greatest impromptu fuckfest (excuse the language) of my life.
Yet what had appeared to have been spontaneous, turned out to be part of a cunning plan to enlist my help in a surprising enterprise. And a mysterious lady called Alana had apparently inspired the venture, if not my threesome.
Margrave Young Businesswomen's Association was a collection of like-minded women, mostly under 40, who were all members of a local upmarket health club, and had prominent jobs in business. Recruitment was by invitation only. I didn't know such groups existed, nor that Josie was their secretary. The role kept her busy because of the very active nature of their members and their demands on the association. That explained how she survived, apparently without income. She never had any spare time to earn any money. Bruna was a successful, highly-paid solicitor, and also an active member of the group.
Although the association was not altogether secret, it operated discreetly, out of the glare of local publicity. It was also essentially a women's only group. Men only ever got involved in a serving capacity: providing technical services or occasionally brute force labour. I had no idea what that entailed. I needed to know what was expected of me. It was to become apparent that those requirements requiring male assistance were normally quite straight-laced. But what was about to develop, was most definitely not.
The purpose of the event, as Josie explained it, was to shoot artistically erotic pictures for an exclusive, upmarket charity calendar. It had been decided that a party atmosphere would help to relax the ladies' inhibitions, at least enough to attempt the necessary sexy poses. The photographer of the group, Alana had suggested the idea, and sold it to the others on the grounds that she would disguise all personally identifying features with photo editing software if required, and make sure that all the ladies' bodies would be shown to their best advantage. For some of the more buxom, that would have been quite a challenge.
The party was to be held at a manor house whose usual male occupants would be absent for the duration. Yet, Alana had apparently been inspired by loose talk from Josie (the details hadn't been shared with me) to suggest that I be sounded out to help her take the pictures. Alana wanted to participate as fully as possible in the activities that evening, having someone to wield the cameras and video camcorder, whilst she concentrated on the photo selections and editing.
She had asked Josie to persuade me to meet with her at her home, so that she could show me her photographic equipment and lighting.
Josie wanted to stress the conditions under which I would be operating.
"There's to be no funny business. We're just a harmless group of sedate females who enjoy letting their hair down in private, usually away from the eyes of men. So bear that in mind. This will be a radical departure for the group; something adventurous. But just because we will be showing a bit more flesh than usual, it doesn't mean that there's free sex on offer for any man who is roped in to help us. Understand? Discretion and keeping to the shadows are absolutely vital to your role."
"Who dreamt up this scheme, Josie?" I asked.
"It came to me in bed one night. I can't say precisely what suggested the idea. But our little adventure on the steam train firmed it up in my mind. Knowing Alana's photography skills made it a no-brainer. But seeing how good you are at capturing my good points, I wanted to sound you out. Bruna came along for corroboration.
"The outfits we bought in London were all that we intended to show you. Doing it on the train was spontaneous, but by then we were both turned on by buying the outfits and putting them on to show you."
Bruna took up the story. "I was astonished how simply wearing my outfit made me feel sexy like never before. I was a new woman, different from the Bruna I'd been all my adult life. I've never worn sexy clothing like that before. Allowing myself to show off my body to a total stranger - OK, after a fantastic dinner in London - was something unprecedented. But it wasn't as embarrassing as I had expected. It gave me a real buzz.
"Now, I can't stop thinking about sex. It's like a drug I'd never really tried before. But don't think it's all about you, Henry. Sorry, but you simply unlocked my Pandora's Box."
Josie resumed the explanation.
"Last night was an inspiration. It gave me the idea. You needn't worry unduly, Henry. We aren't looking for a porn shoot. Some of the ladies might even take a lot of persuasion, even for a man to be photographing them at all. The theme is sexy clothing, of the clubbing or exotic variety. The skill will be in making them look sexy, even provocative. Alana doesn't think she will have time to devote to that, as well as all the rest of the task. It has to be a party - a one-off occasion - we'll lose impetus if it isn't accomplished in one evening. So we're gambling on you helping out with the photography.
"In case you're worried about the quality of the shoot material, all we ladies take pride in our appearance. Membership is by invitation only, and is only open to ladies of substance in business, and who meet our exacting standards. Alana says her high-end equipment is almost foolproof so any primate should be able to work it."
So that was it. I realised that I was committed. I might even suggest, blackmailed, on the basis of my earlier, illicit night-time photographs. How could I not consent to photographing a dozen, presumably beautiful, women?
~*~*~
I went to see Alana on the following Saturday afternoon, prior to the event the following weekend. Alana lived in a centuries-old stone cottage outside a small hamlet. I had imagined her, from Josie's description, to be a strong, domineering type of woman. I prefer not to be assertive by nature, although I can be when the situation warrants, seeking instead harmonious agreement rather domination. So I was very apprehensive about meeting her.
She greeted me warmly, with a broad smile.
"Come in Henry. Let me take your jacket. I'm really looking forward to the calendar party. I assume Josie has explained all. So today, I want to put your through your paces and show you the camera equipment. You can snap me in my costume this morning and I will assess your photographic eye.
"I thought we might open a bottle of prosecco to lighten the mood. You can ask me any questions you want. I'll do my best to answer."
We spent half an hour in her living room, discussing her ideas. She was quite well built, but solid. I found it odd listening to her talking about erotic posing.
Then we moved through to the work space. The cottage had a former workshop attached to the side, which Alana had had converted into a spacious studio. The walls were adorned with artistic pictures of a variety of subjects, but nude females predominated.
"Do you have a particular fascination with women?" I enquired.
"Men always ask that," she replied. "They assume I'm gay. I let them think that, but I'll be honest with you. I prefer a good, stiff cock for complete satisfaction. But I like the graceful lines and curves of women's bodies, as a contrast to the strong musculature in very fit males. You might concede that I prefer to photograph sexual superlatives.
"But on this occasion, I think the calendar need a man's eyes to bring out the eroticism. I will be your muse, a willing model, to inspire you."
