Part 19
Ken called Des again on the intercom and asked him to take me down to the costume room. He came to collect me, and Ken called out to wish me luck as I left with Des. There were a number of rooms off the corridor, and we went into one marked Clothing Store. It wasn't that big, more like a large storeroom with rails of hanging clothes down either side and some drawers at the back.
"OK, Jane, darling, Ken wants to go for the schoolgirl look today, he thinks it will suit you, and I'm inclined to agree."
He turned and looked me up and down and then chuckled to himself.
"Hmm, you do look kind of innocent. But I've seen your photos, and they were far from it. You're perfect for this look."
I just smiled and nodded. Quietly wondering how many others had seen the photos taken of me at the fetish stall. It was kind of exciting though, my dirty little secret. And so here I was about to extend my secret life into slightly unknown territory, and I hoped I was doing the right thing.
"Get undressed and I'll try to match some clothes to your size."
"Everything?"
I queried.
"You can leave your underwear on."
"Um, I don't have any knickers on."
Des turned to look at me as he shuffled along the line of hanging clothes looking a little surprised.
"No knickers?"
"Um, no, Big Reg..."
And before I could finish the sentence, he laughed out loud again.
"...Big Reg stole your knickers! What a surprise! OK, well you won't be seeing them again, never mind, we'll find some new ones for you. Now, finish getting undressed will you."
I lay my jacket and bag on a chair and removed my blouse and socks too and then paused. Des just glanced back at me again sensing my hesitation and tilted his head to the side looking a little non-plussed and said.
"Jane, sweetheart, you're about to do a shoot, where you will be expected to get naked, the photos will be very explicit, they are going to photograph every inch of you, now is not the time to be shy. Clear?"
"Clear."
So I removed my skirt too as Des watched leaning over the rail casually. His eyes widened and his smile broadened when he looked down at my ample muff.
"Wow, the fur fans are going to love you! Tasty!"
And he licked his lips as I blushed slightly as I stood there in just my white bra, as he gauged my measurements. He picked out a white blouse and striped school tie and a very short black skirt which came to just below my panty line and a blazer with some kind of school badge, white knee length socks and black sandals and handed them to me. I started to try them on as he opened a drawer full of brand new panties of all colours but picked out a pair of standard issue white cotton ones, with a tiny pink bow at the top. The clothes fitted pretty well, although the blouse was a little tight which I queried.
"I know, it's perfect, your tits will be almost spilling out."
"Oh, right."
Then I tried on the knickers which were also quite tight.
"Show me."
He said when I had them on, and I lifted my skirt as he leant over and peered between my legs.
"Put your foot up on the chair."
I did as I was told, and he leant in a little closer as he brushed at the many dark pubic hairs poking out either side of my new panties.
"Excellent! Just what we need."
Then he stepped back and admired my costume. He rubbed the front of his trousers and said.
"Boy, they are going to eat you up, darling!"
I blushed again but smiled meekly, glad I had made the right impression. Then Des told me to follow him to the studio.
"It's just down the corridor."
I followed and he knocked on the door and someone called.
"Come in! Mind the wires!"
We went in to a surprisingly large room, about thirty foot square with a bed in on one side and a few chairs dotted around and various lights on stands and leads all over the floors which we stepped over nimbly and I was greeted by a quite tall guy maybe in his late 40s, with short dark hair, greying at the sides, who smiled in a very friendly manner and shook my hand.
"Wow, you must be Jane, I recognise you. I must say you're even better in the flesh."
OK, another guy who had seen my photos I suppose. I tried to remain casual and smiled as we shook hands, and I said hi and thanked him for the compliment.
"I'm Mark, the photographer."
And he held out his arm pointing across the room to the corner as three more younger looking men approached us looking very happy to see me. I was slightly surprised to see so many people in the room
"This is Jed, my assistant."
"Hi, Jed."
I said, observing a quite handsome guy with shoulder length blond hair and scruffy shirt.
"Hi, Jane."
He said as he winked at me.
"And this is Tim and Darren, our lighting guys."
Two more quite scruffy looking young men just raised their hands and said hi as they stood by the bed arranging various lights, tilting them this way and that.
"Can I get you folks coffees?"
"That would be great, Des, thanks, and get one for Jane please."
"No problem."
I'm not sure I needed one as my bladder was a bit full as it was, and my nerves were jangling a little. Mark directed me to stand in front of the bed and took a couple of quick shots with a polaroid to check the light. He chatted to me casually as he went about his business in a very confident manner and I relaxed a bit as the guys joked with each other a little putting me at my ease, which I was especially grateful for as being under the heavy lights was a little intimidating. He took a few shots of me just sitting on the bed, crossing and uncrossing my legs and leaning back as he remarked about what great legs I had too.
"My God, Jane, you look really horny in that uniform, the guys are going to love you. Now can you turn round please and bend over, hands on the bed and look round at me."
I bent over as directed and felt my skirt rising up showing off my panties clinging tightly to my bottom and already digging into my pussy lips. I heard Jed whisper into Mark's ear something about a camel toe and Mark said.
"Yes, absolutely, those panties are going straight up her crack, and the nest of pubic hair poking out is gorgeous!"
All four men were watching intently as Mark clicked away telling me to move this way and then that, mumbling quietly in satisfaction to each other as they admired the poses I was told to adopt. I had just been positioned onto the bed sitting slightly to the side with my feet apart enough to show off my white panties when in walked Des again with a tray of drinks and he came over to us and put them onto a small table by the other men and just stood there watching too.