CHAPTER SEVEN: PICTORIAL SHOOT
I was reviewing some modifications for a letter Mr. Donald had drafted. The men had started becoming comfortable with rushing through a draft to capture the main points and elements of a letter, then relying on me to clean it up for their review. Rather than feeling put-out by it, I decided to take it as the compliment it actually was. In the short time working for them, I have proven myself to be much more than an available fuck. Though I wasn't about to complain about have five black cocks wanting to fuck me. God, what a slut I was becoming.
I looked up as the office door opened and a nicely dressed black man walked in and right up to my desk. "You, my dear, have got to be Megan Collins that I hear so much about."
I stood and took the outstretched hand offered to me. "Yes, sir. Ummm... you've been hearing what, sir?"
He laughed, "The club, dear." He saw my confusion. "You've seen the Instagram and Twitter feeds?"
"I don't follow those, sir."
"Well... good for you. But... here... let me show you..." as he began searching his phone. He smiled at something on his phone and handed it to me. Oh... my... god. There was a bit of distance but the image was clear. It was definitely me, naked, pressed against the glass, and being fucked by a black giant. He continued, "You can't believe the number of references Eclipse is getting from these pictures."
I looked at him a bit stunned. I had known a lot of people at the club had witnessed that but I hadn't counted on their phones spreading the images through cyber space. I pulled myself back to my job, "Who are you here to see, sir?"
He chuckled, "Sorry, seeing you in person... Reggie... Reggie Furman. My name is Dan Williams from the Blackened pictorial group. I have a meeting with Reggie."
About a half an hour later, I heard Mr. Nolan's voice from behind me, "Megan, can we see you in the conference room, please?"
"Of course, sir." I was surprised to see Mr. Furman and Mr. Williams in the conference room with Mr. Nolan. I hadn't noticed them moving from their offices to the larger room. I noticed on the screen at the front of the room the picture Mr. Williams showed me.
"We were just talking about an idea for a new pictorial set, perhaps one that could be used for promotion as well as for members of our websites." I glanced at the pic behind me and remembered a comment Mr. Nolan had made before about changing out some of the pictures hanging around the office. "We've never done a photo set inside the club before, but our thinking is this might be the right time." He nodded to me. It was subtle... a simple nodded... to anyone else it could have been about anything or nothing. To me, though, I was conditioned to always be prepared to anticipate his desires and my being undressed was one of those desires. Although I was routinely fucked by all of the men, being casually naked in the offices or conference room with doors open to the potential of someone else moving by and it was exciting in the way exhibitionism was intended to be... and Mr. Nolan understood that about me.
I glanced at the other two men sitting across from Mr. Nolan at the table but did not hesitate. I opened my semi-sheer blouse, slid it off, and carefully folded it over one of the empty chairs. Since I was not to wear a bra and most of my tops were semi-sheer or sheer, my nipples were generally shadows under the material, if not more evident. I undid the clasp and short zipper on the skirt. My skirts and dresses have been inching shorter and shorter in the office. I pushed the skirt down and was about to follow that with my skimpy panties when I noticed Mr. Nolan's finger twirling in a circle, probably not visible to the others. I turned my back to the men and pushed the panties down my legs while keeping my knees straight and bending only at the waist. I parted my feet slightly as I removed the wispy garment and heard a soft gasp from behind me. I turned to place the damp garment on the chair and shyly smiled at Mr. Williams, the source of the gasp. His reaction was interesting to me. As someone from Blackened, he would be exposed to naked women regularly but this setting perhaps was uniquely erotic, perhaps for all of us.
Mr. Nolan pulled the chair next to him away from the table and I took it, not trying to be too comfortable while being the only one naked among these men in suits. It was one of the things Mr. Nolan and I had talked about. He liked that I continued to blush and be embarrassed by exhibitionism. A woman completely comfortable being naked among others might be visually appealing but only as a naked woman. A woman who showed some discomfort, embarrassment, shyness would be more erotically exciting to witness. So, he was not in any hurry for me to lose that sense of embarrassment at being naked around others.
They talked about the idea of a photo set around the image on the screen. Mr. Nolan turned to me and asked what I thought. I was surprised by the question. I had never even witnessed a shoot, much less thought about one. But the image did represent more to me than that moment frozen in time and I told them that. I offered that the shots starting intimately in the VIP room of two people becoming increasingly consumed by their passion could be hot in themselves, but to then have shots turn from outside the room, from the club floor, as it actually happened would add elements of intrigue. I suggested shots from inside, the couple lost in their passion, with shots from outside of the couple unaware of what others saw would be like a voyeuristic experience of spying on a couple through a hotel window but with the advantage of feeling their passion.
They were quiet. Then, Mr. Williams said, "Wow... that's good. If we could pull that off, it would be amazing."
Mr. Furman asked, "Do you suppose Tommy would do it?" Mr. Nolan shot it down. Tommy had never been interested in doing any pictorials or video. The others argued he might for him and me, but Mr. Nolan just shook his head, which impressed me. He respected Tommy for who he was and wasn't going to pressure him to do something he didn't want to do. They agreed they could find someone similarly sized for the shoot.
Then, they turned to me. "What about you, Megan?"
I shyly looked at Mr. Nolan, "If it is what you desire of me, sir." I had just accepted the idea of not only being fucked by someone not even identified, but that the images would be splashed across the internet and possibly in print. I shivered. The meeting ended and Mr. Nolan took my hand and led me out of the conference room to his office where he closed the door behind us. As he pressed me over his desktop, I spread my feet wide as I heard a zipper lowered. A moment later, I felt his cock move over my wet pussy lips and I gasped as his big cock split my lips and entered my hole. He stroked several times to achieve full penetration and I remembered my clothes were still in the conference room. I smiled as I moaned at my current fucking. With my stripping in the conference room, the images on the screen and discussion, and my leaving to Mr. Nolan's office, there could be no mystery in Mr. Williams' mind about what happened in our office.
The schedule for the photo shoot conflicted with Mr. Nolan's schedule. He asked me if I was comfortable with that and I hesitated. I would do what he wanted, but I didn't know anyone else. He offered to substitute someone I did feel safe with. I asked for Tommy and he nodded.
He smiled at me, "I think Tommy was quite taken by you." I blushed and shyly smiled. "I think it was two-way." I blushed deeper. It was true. That fuck with Tommy was almost beyond reality and it wasn't just his cock size but how he used it and handled me. I wondered if I should still assure Mr. Nolan of my feelings about it, but it became unnecessary as he pulled me into his strong embrace and spoke into my ear. "I am the one putting you into these situations, Megan. You don't need to worry about how I feel about what happens." I smiled up at him with relief and kissed him. That was the difference. That was why I was his and he knew it. His strength of will and control. How I might respond to others was separate from what my response to him was. I might enjoy others, and I certainly did Tommy, but I was Mr. Nolan's. And, it was as simple as that.
The day of the shoot Tommy drove me to the local Eclipse club. The shoot had to occur during the day when the club was closed but the plan was to substitute pictures of the club at night as an introduction to the set. It looked different in the daylight and no crowd waiting to gain entrance. As Tommy led me inside, that looked equally different. The interior without the mass of throbbing partiers seemed cavernous but when they turned off the bright, heavy lights used for cleaning and preparation and turned on the party lights, it took on a familiar feel but without the people and noise.
I was dressed in a similar outfit as that night with an obscenely short red, pleated skirt, white sheer blouse, white stockings and red heels. The photography crew was waiting inside for me and Tommy guided me through tables to them. His massive presence was very comforting. Everyone seemed to know what was happening and who was who except me. Everyone in the group was black including support and lighting people. It was clear that BlackLand not only promoted the idea of blackness in their ventures but also in business practices. I wondered how many whites like me there was in the organization. I was so used to my little world of the five executives plus a few others that I now felt overwhelmed by the contrast of the world I found myself in and my place in it.
The lead for the shoot approached me, introduced himself and the support staff of photographers, makeup, etc. A man was indicated who stood at the side seeming uninterested in the entire process. He would be my partner in the shoot. He was big, but big like Mr. Nolan is big. I backed up a half step and bumped into Tommy, which was my intention. The guy was definitely not Tommy, but the image they were trying to duplicate wasn't about Tommy but a contrast with me. The leader went through the shot sequence like we were filming a movie or something. He described the specific shots he especially needed to capture both inside the room upstairs and from the floor of the club like that night.
