Chris came to, groggy with sleep. He thought he had heard the shower running, so he stumbled out of bed. He found Rachel in the living area wrapped in a towel. She smiled at him, telling him to grab a shower as they had a bit to do. One warm shower later, Chris was dressed and sitting beside Rachel.
“As much as I enjoy being nude with you, I need some clothes. And we need to call by a Walgreens.”
Chris nodded, and went to the car to get his camera gear and Rachel’s bikini. Enjoying the sight of her putting the bikini and beach slip on, they planned out the next few jobs. First was stopping by Rachel’s apartment. She went through, ignoring the disapproving looks from her neighbors, freshened up and changed into some comfortable jeans and a shirt. When she arrived back at the car, Chris asked her about the bag she was carrying.
“It’s a change of cloths to keep art your place, so I don’t find myself naked and without a change of clothes again next time I pose nude for you again outside. So pick a side in your closet for me.” Chris took this news in, grinning slightly. So this is how the move-in begins.
The next stop was a nearby Walgreens, where Rachel grabbed a Plan B, a Diet Coke and some toiletries.
“Just be be sure. Also, you’re making space in your bathroom for me as well,” she said as she washed one of the tables down with the Coke. “I hate the way these things make me feel. Still, better safe than sorry” she added, setting an alarm for 12 hours time. Stopping off for a quick lunch, they headed back to Chris’s apartment.
Chris pulled another chair by his computer for Rachel, then started importing the photos. The first pose didn’t work out to his satisfaction, but he wasn’t concerned as it was a spur-of-moment idea. Rachel was surprised, as it had looked good on the tiny preview screen on the camera. That, Chris pointed out, was the problem: the little screen only gave an approximation. The second pose had worked spectacularly, and he had multiple pictures and exposures to choose from. He selected the imageset he liked, and let Lightroom do its magic. Adjusting a few setting, he showed the result to Rachel.
“You like?”
Rachel looked closely at the image. The sun was truly spectacular inside her arms; the colors in the clouds and reflecting off the water magical. But…
“You can still see me. I thought I was going to be a silhouette.”
Chris nodded. “And you are.” He duplicated the image, then dialed down settings until Rachel’s image faded to almost black.
“So now we have two images. Watch this!” With both images selected, they appeared in Photoshop, whereupon he did a layer merge, leaving Rachel as a mysterious blackness. Pulling the cover off a big printer, he loaded it with paper and sent the image to the printer. Rachel watched as the vibrant image appears, noting with satisfaction just how good her silhouette looked. Finally the image was printed, and Chris held it up.
“Stunning. It’s hard to believe that’s me!”
“Would you like a print for yourself?” asked Chris. Rachel nodded, and soon the printer was working hard again.
“You’re welcome to stay the night,” Chris offered. Rachel though about it, and declined.
“Too much to do tomorrow morning to be starting off from here. I do have very interesting client, one of my few women ones.” Chris listened, first interested then horrified at the scenario Rachel described.
The next morning Rachel went for her morning run, but something was missing; something was off. It wasn’t the second Plan B; that simply made her feel nauseous. She puzzled over it as she completed her run, thought about it more over breakfast, and finally gave up on it during her workout. It was probably nothing, and her time was best focussed on her client that day, so she headed over to the work apartment, which needed preparing. The client was a regular client and also a woman with some very specific requests. First, she had a needle fetish, and the needles were currently ready in their sterilized packets. Next, she loved being clamped to the table with metalwork that held her basically immobile. The necessary pipings and fittings had cost Rachel a bunch, but the final request more than covered the costs: the client wanted Rachel to work nude. Rachel charged a premium for clients who wanted her topless (or bottomless, for one specific client); for fully nude work she doubled the premium, and several clients were happy to pay this.
She finished assembling the bench, testing all the fittings to make sure they were strong and secure. Next, six nasty alligator clips were prepared with some string. These alligator clips were to be fastened to her vulva, holding it open to expose the clitoris to prepare it for the needles. Rachel really wanted to understand what drove this particular session, but the woman refused to open up about it. She needed to know what the client wanted; the why was sometimes left a mystery.
The client arrived, and Mistress Victoria greeted her at the door. The had a brief catchup in the kitchen, and agreed on the session details. Then the client went to have a shower, and Victoria stripped down and waited in the room. The client arrived, and validated the construction of the bench. Safety first, as always. The client hopped up on the bench, and positioned herself. Mistress Victoria clamped her legs up and open, then clamped her hands above her head. Another clamp went across her stomach, another clamp over her neck. The client confirmed she felt secure, and the gag applied.
Mistress Victoria put the six alligator clips on her vulva, pulling them to expose the clit. The woman winced, but was otherwise ok. Leaning over the woman from the back of the table, her breasts in direct sight of the woman, she wiped a nipple down with alcohol, then inserted the first needle. The woman bucked in pain, the clamps holding her in position. She wiped the second nipple down and inserted the needle, the woman again bucking. Now the clitoris was wiped down and a needle inserted, the woman bucking hard but the clamps holding her in position. Mistress Victoria waited five minutes, walking around the client, then applied the second set of needles, with a similar result. The third set was applied, and Mistress Victoria then waited, keeping an eye on the client. Being unable to speak, she needed to look for other signs of distress. The seconds counted down five minutes, then Victoria gave each of the needles a little twist. The client seemed to be in agony, but that was what the client wanted. After a half hour of this, the needles were withdrawn, the alligator clips removed and the client released. The client had a quick shower to refresh herself; Rachel dressed and they met up in the kitchen to discuss the session. Giving Rachel a quick hug, the client left after booking another session for two months time. Rachel was left to do the glamorous work of cleaning up after entering the session notes.
Once the notes were entered and the file had backed up, she closed the computer and sat quietly in the apartment, thinking about the morning. The only thing that she had done different recently was posing for Chris on the beach. Surely that couldn’t have been it? Putting the thought aside, Rachel opened her computer again checked what she had to do. Her social media needed a bit of love and was due for a blog post, and for some reason there was a highlight on her calendar. She clicked into it. Taxes. Those fucking taxes she had been putting off. Deciding to swing by her favorite wine shop on the way home, she locked up the apartment and left.