All characters are fictional, and are 18+ years old. If subjects like lesbian sex, first-time sexual experiences, or threesomes are not your cups of tea then please move along - otherwise I hope you enjoy my story!
Please note that this piece exists in the same space as my Aunt Lotus series, but you don't HAVE to read those to enjoy this one (though it would introduce you to Ginny earlier.)
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Ginny leaned back in her desk chair, hand darting to caress the swollen, wet lips of her dripping pussy. She had just signed a contract with two wannabe-models, and both of them were gorgeous. They may not be the lovely Lily Feng that she had been fantasizing about recently, but they would make for nice additions to her clientele. In Hollywood there was a never-ending supply of hopeful, desperate females trying for their shot at a glamorous lifestyle, and over the last decade Ginny had built herself up as a top-tier portfolio photographer and magazine owner. She held enough power to blend her two passions: photography and lesbian sex.
Most women who walked through her doors were seduced into her bed not by Ginny herself, but by the distant promise of fame if their photos were seen by the right person. Ginny could reach such people, which meant that it was rare for a client to back out when things turned risqué.
Now that she was five months pregnant her libido was on overdrive, Ginny's body constantly in some degree of arousal, her mind able to conjure pornagraphic images all too easily. It was happening again, right that moment. The amateur portfolios of the two barely-legal girls in front of her were filled with pictures of them together in average places, such as school plays or charity events, but she was imagining what they would look like if directed into more sexual poses. After years of work Ginny's client assessments were almost always spot-on, and during their first meeting she had immediately pinned both of the best friends as somewhere between bi-curious and lesbian.
Twenty-year-old Bella was a tall, dark-haired Latina beauty, her large, D-cup tits and bubble butt exactly what Ginny typically lusted after. Eighteen-year-old Meg, on the other hand, was a tiny blonde thing; her breasts, at most, a pert B-cup. Ginny guessed that, based on the secretive, side-long looks Bella kept casting at her friend during their initial meeting, it would be easy to turn their upcoming photoshoot from sweet to steamy.
Just as Ginny's fingers began to caress her clit the doorbell rang, causing her to halt her activities. She glanced at the clock - five of one - and figured that her new clients had arrived a few minutes early. Ginny nearly had them meet at her office, but the room there was relatively small and with two girls she wanted more space to play. She got up, straightening her skirt and giving her hands a quick rinse before greeting her visitors.
The girls were waiting on her front step, eager, nervous smiles on their beautiful faces. They were dressed casually, as instructed, and a bit of bold, red lace peeked out from under Bella's tank top strap. Greetings were exchanged, Ginny quickly ushering them forward.
"Hello, and welcome! Step inside girls, and please make yourselves comfortable."
They followed her in, eyes going wide as they took in the luxury of her home. Hints of gold glinted in the afternoon sun, every piece of decor and furniture worth more than either of the back-water country girls had ever thought of having.
"Oh, Miss Ginny, I didn't realize you lived in a mansion!"
Meg's gaze trailed into each room they passed, her mouth slightly agape as she drank in the never-ending opulence.
"Of course, dear. Some of my clients have become extremely famous, like a certain singer known for her sexualized pop songs, and as such business has been booming."
When they reached the photography wing Ginny ushered the girls into the changing room, her no-nonsense attitude helping them swiftly get into their first outfit. The afternoon sunlight was perfect for her shots, and soon the girls were eating pre-cooked picnic food out on the photographer's lush, expansive lawn. Ginny's plan was to get them to go from fully clothed to nearly-nude, each outfit change signaling a different genre of photo they could showcase depending on what they were auditioning for.
As the afternoon progressed the girls had hundreds of photos snapped of them, and with each costume change Ginny would stage them closer together, their hands just a little nearer to each other's hips or asses, their lips just a smidge closer than before. At one point she had them posing on her couch in silky, short negligees, Meg's head cradled tenderly in Bella's lap. Bella was lovingly stroking her friend's hair, fingers idly sweeping down as far as Meg's hip, and at one point Ginny swore she saw Bella's fingers linger a little too long at the side of the other girl's breasts.
Their booked session time would be drawing to a close soon, and Ginny knew that it was the moment to put her plan into action.
"Alright girls, bikinis on!"
The duo changed quickly, meeting Ginny outside by her pool. The beauties were clad in tiny swimsuits, the matching, golden triangles of cloth leaving almost nothing to the imagination. Ginny felt her pussy grow damp, a spike of arousal shooting through her at the sight of the young models. She directed them to their spots, capitalizing on their pre-existing friendship to pose them extremely close. Bella kneeled next to Meg, who was on her back with her arms outstretched.
"Alright: Bella, I want you to put tanning oil on Meg. Get her nice and slick, and don't miss anything."
Bella and Meg moved to share a pool lounger, Ginny's camera shutter whirling away as the raven-haired temptress began to oil up her cute, innocent friend. With every click Bella's hands drew closer to Meg's breasts, her fingers roaming brazenly over the sides of the pale mounds.
"Oooh! Bells, that's so cold!"
Meg arched her back, nipples visibly hardening at the temperature change, the tiny nubs poking upwards beneath the flimsy, nearly see-through excuse of a bathing suit. Bella laughed, attacking her friend with another dollop of cool oil.
"What's that? You said you want more cold, right? Here, then, take this!"
Bella teasingly threw a leg over Meg's waist, pinning her down and running slick hands across the tops and sides of the smaller girl's breasts. Meg squealed, trying to wriggle away from Bella, but all that did was rub her barely-covered pussy against the other girl's crotch. Ginny frantically snapped photos, not wanting to miss a moment of the unscripted flirtation.
"Get off of me! Ugggh, you meanie!"
After a few minutes Bella relented, pulling her body back so that Meg could flip over. The Latina was careful, making sure to coat every inch of her friend's ass so that Meg wouldn't burn. Then they switched spots, Meg's tiny, pale hands a blur across Bella's darker skin. Meg was much more reserved, only getting as close to Bella's tits and ass as she had to, and by now Ginny had deduced that Bella was the key to getting some action from the two girls. Meg clearly followed Bella's more dominant lead, which would serve Ginny well if she played her cards right.
Once the girls were oiled up she had them move over to a beach blanket spread by the pool's edge. There Meg splashed her feet about, accidently kicking up enough water to drench both of their front sides.
"Hey, watch it!"
Bella shrieked, the sun shimmering on her hair as she gave Meg a playful shove. Meg retaliated, her shoulder bumping gently into Bella's side, and that kicked off an all-out fake shoving match. Bella had the upper hand, her toned, athletic body easily overpowering Meg's tiny frame. At one point Meg tried to twist away, but the oil on their interlocked hands caused her grip to slip; she plummeted into the pool, grasping at Bella and dragging the older girl into the water with her.
