Readers: Thanks for rating Petra’s Pictures 06. Here is the lingerie shoot that I promised. If you like it, there are more stories to tell.

“Look McGuire, the answer is still ‘No’. I was wrong to say anything, so just fuck off!”

Ronald Dennison was angry because this was the second time that his casual friend Bruce had asked for a shot at Petra. The college lecturer had been drinking too much when he bragged to McGuire about screwing the young woman whose nude photo he’d shown from his wallet.

“Ronald, I want in on this. If she’s as Hot as you said, you can’t expect to keep her all to yourself. Come on, man, we’re friends, aren’t we?”

“Not on this one, Bruce. So back off!”

“This is a secret, isn’t it? I see it now. This girl is young enough to be one of your students. And if anybody from the college ever found out you’d be in deepest shit, wouldn’t you?”

“Are you threatening me, McGuire!”

“No. Just reminding you about the way it is…. Tell you what… you said that you take pictures of her every week, just like the one you showed me. Let me peek in on a photo session. I want to see her naked for myself. Everything. That would be enough.”

“Oh right, then you’d be pushing for more. Just looking wouldn’t be as good as banging her.”

“No. I promise.”

“Look, Bruce. I know your Wife. If you want more than just one time watching in secret, I swear that I’ll….”

“All right…. A deal, then. One session to see all of her and I’ll never ask again. My word on it, or you can tell Molly.”

“Believe me, I will…. OK, I’ll see what the photographer can do. I just get the costumes that he uses in the shoots.”

Later that day:

“You goddam fool, Ronald!” William raged. “He talks and we’re both fired! Dammit, man, you’ve ruined everything!”

“I’m sorry, William. I was drunk, but that’s no excuse. I cut a deal with him that will get us off the hook, if you’ll do it.”

“Oh shit! Blackmail, right?”

“No, a little trade-off. He gets to watch one photo session in secret- none of the rest after that. In a closet or something so Petra doesn’t know. If he ever asks for more, I know his Wife and she’ll crush his balls.”

“You’re sure that he’ll let it go at that? If he gets a look, he’ll want it all. And that’s just for us, nobody else. We take all the risks, so we get all the rewards, right?”

“William, he’s got little kids and he wouldn’t want to lose them. His old lady, Molly, is a tough number- keeps him under her thumb- so I’m sure this is ‘one and done.'”

“Then we’ll just need to be sure that Petra never finds out. If she did, that’d be the end of our fantastic Friday nights.”

“Yeah, we’d need to get him out of your apartment somehow before any of the post-photography fun gets underway. There’s no way that I’m going to let him see us fucking her!”

William thought about the proposition for a while, mulling it over, weighing the pros and cons. Ronald waited anxiously before the professor decided.

“Well… I guess we’ll just have to do it. Can’t risk him talking. We need to plan how to keep it from Petra and limit him seeing how much actually happens with her at my place.”

“Thanks, William. I’m sure we can figure it out. Hey, old boy, I’m sorry that I ran my mouth.”

“Ronald, just keep the goddam thing shut from now on!”

A few days earlier:

What woman doesn’t like shopping with her best girlfriend? Especially if someone else has given cash to pay for it all! That was the happy situation which Petra Stanwick and Emmeline Jones found themselves in when Edwards and Dennison dropped them off close to Bedroom Delights on Saturday afternoon.

Inside, the store was a sexual Disneyland, with sections for erotic outfits, shoes, lotions, and toys. The young women hardly knew where to look first until they were met by the buxom salesclerk.

“Do you like what I’m wearing today?” she smiled. “Gowns like this are over in the back right; these shoes are on the other side; and what’s underneath is from the area just to our left.”

“Ooh, great outfit!” Emmeline exclaimed. “It doesn’t leave much to the imagination.”

“No, but we’ve got men to excite, right? They all want the same thing!”

The brunette salesclerk was voluptuous – big breasts and curvy hips- which the silky gown struggled to confine. Most of her deep cleavage was on display, with long nipples pressing against the thin fabric. And it was very short- as she swayed along the aisle to the nightwear section, the woman’s Ass cheeks were partially visible. Then she stopped and turned.

“I’m Juanita, and if you see anything you’d like to try on, bring it to me. There’s a big changeroom over there with plenty of mirrors. Have fun. And spend a lot!”

Petra and Emmeline spent half the afternoon- and all the cash they’d been given- at Bedroom Delights. They got everything from the mens’ shopping list: sheer gowns, transparent bras, crotchless silks, garters and stockings, and even tall, spiked shoes.

And they played a sexy game too, leaving the changeroom door half open so that Juanita could see them nude. She pretended to be waiting to fetch other sizes, but was actually watching their naked bodies. The girls made sure their bare skin was reflected in the mirrored wall of the changeroom, and Emma delighted in kissing Petra, just to tease their voyeur.

Later, when everything was tallied up, the shoppers had exceeded their budget, but Juanita offered a generous discount which left them enough money for a few toys too. The shopping trip was a huge success!

****

Professor Edwards smiled at the sea of eager faces in his 9:00 AM Fine Arts class. He could see that this was almost double his actual registration for the course, many of them young men. He knew it was the slides of Petra they came to see, not any sudden interest in the arts world.

“Good morning, students and visitors. Welcome to Fine Arts 345 and some more stimulating visuals to introduce our final topic of this semester. Please register for next term if you like what you see here. My students will receive an evaluation form after Friday’s lecture, where I hope you’ll express your enthusiasm to the Dean.”

Then he began to introduce the final topic while his friend, lecturer Ronald Dennison looked on.

“The New Millennium covers the past twenty years, so you already know a great deal about it. Toss out some main characteristics of this era. Just call them out. Go ahead.”

“Social media!”

“E-everything, from mail to cars.”

“Boy bands and Bieber!” This drew some laughs.

“On-line shopping.” And it continued like this for a while.

“Lots about digital technology in your answers,” the professor noted. “But what about art? How were painters and other artists expressing themselves in this micro-chip age? Or had art become irrelevant and galleries passe’?”

Nobody knew, though one young woman in the front row near Petra mentioned how some rich people were investing heavily in digital artworks, projected into their private space for their personal enjoyment.

“Excellent! Thank you. We’ll talk more about that trend this week. And speaking of projected art, I have some New Millennium pieces that I’m sure will interest you.”

This is what many had come for. The lights dimmed and the ‘mystery model’ appeared on-screen, decked out in stylish apparel popular when most of the students were babies. A ripple of laughter greeted Petra’s clothing: baggy sequined blue jeans, gathered at the ankle to show cork-soled wedge heels; a bare midriff below a small, cropped tank top with tiny straps containing ample breasts; and, a big, ugly purse.

The guys didn’t laugh. They saw nice tits pressing against her top, with their rounded swell partly visible below it. The model’s pouty pink mouth looked inviting, puckered up for a kiss. The next slide came in closer and distinctly revealed raised nipples pushed tight against the white top, with round areolae announcing that she was braless.

More pictures followed, now with a tall blonde, joining the brunette. She was every bit as provocative. The girls laughed at her loud leopard print crop-top, while the guys strained to find her raised points and protruding lower breasts. A closer shot satisfied their curiosity.

“New Millennium fashion and art is a melange of colours, styles and patterns. Anything goes, and today’s popular look will be replaced by the next trend tomorrow. Blame it on the speed of change in a wireless world. As a result, the arts scene in the New Millennium is almost impossible to categorize or simplify. Instead, we’ll sample its variety this week.”

The professor continued.

“Yes, fashion for young men changed fast in this period too. But, you probably still see some guys dressed this way, right?”

Up came a projected image of Mr. Dennison, wearing big, tinted shades, and dressed in ‘skater’ apparel. The students howled at his sullen poses and the vast extent of monogrammed underwear above his baggy cargo pants. His hair was spiked, and his thumbs hooked arrogantly on his chain belt.

“Cool is everything!” Edwards joked, “Like style in the arts, where ‘cool’ changes as quickly as in fashion. More pictures?… Here are the three of them together now, just ‘hanging out’, or maybe ‘hooking up’, typical relationships in the New Millennium. It looks like Skater Dude plans to get lucky with these two willing bimbos!

After gales of laughter, the professor moved on.

“There are lots more slides to come this week. But remember, your final assignments are due Friday. If you choose to present your Fine Arts work for the class the following week, you must schedule fifteen minutes in one of the three classes by Friday. Now, let’s continue.”

****

Petra and her best girlfriend Emmeline were excited on Friday evening. They’d been waiting almost two weeks to model all the erotic underthings which they’d bought with William and Ronald’s pooled money. The girls were eager to see their reactions.

After hugs and kisses in the front hallway, the girls noticed that the two guys were on edge. They seemed preoccupied and more than once Petra spotted them looking around nervously.

In the lounge, Edwards and Dennison had gone all-out to create a realistic backdrop for tonight’s pictures. Using striped sheets suspended from rods across the ceiling, they’d fashioned a tent-like setting, an Arabian tent. Inside it was filled with fat pillows and cushions of every kind, and draped with expensive fabrics.

“Oh my god! Where did you get all this stuff?” Petra exclaimed. “It looks like we’re at a desert oasis.”

“Mostly from my friend at the college’s Theatre Department. They ran ‘Lawrence of Arabia’ two years ago and had everything we needed. Neat, eh?”

“I’ll say!” Emma replied. “More like amazing!”

Petra could see that Ronald was more relaxed now, though William seemed to be looking back toward the bedroom hallway a lot. Then he began to set up his camera for the first set and his concentration returned.

“You’re going to enjoy the lingerie shoot,” William said a little too loudly. “We decided to make it really special tonight so that everybody here gets into the erotic mood of the thing. I hope that we all enjoy it.”

Petra and Emmeline didn’t realize that ‘everybody’ was now five people, one of them hidden in the closet by the entry to the bedroom hallway. Bruce McGuire was crammed in there, with the door ajar a few inches to afford himself a good view of the entire lounge area. The professor and his friend had carefully rearranged the room to give him an unobstructed angle into the tent. McGuire’s heart was already thumping in anticipation. Two gorgeous models! He wasn’t expecting that!

“Ronald will bring us all some drinks. Then we’ll talk about the shoot. I see by your bags that you brought everything. We’re eager to see it on you,” William said to the models.

“And off,” Dennison joked truthfully.

A few minutes later the four of them sat closely on the sofa, aligned for a direct view from McGuire’s closet. He could see the young women with their coats off now, a striking brunette and a stunning blonde. Their skirts were short and their legs long. Bruce could feel himself stiffening at the thought of their naked flesh.

They sipped wine and scotch for a while as the professor described the photo sequence ahead. He spoke loudly enough to give the hidden voyeur a playbook for tonight’s action.

“This shoot is all about erotic lingerie. We’ll begin with longer gowns and heels, depending on what you brought with you. Then, we’ll move on to tighter things like corsets or basques and garter belts with stockings. We’ll have some refreshment before we head into the last features- skimpy bras and tiny panties. For the grand finale, you’ll be nude together, with only your stilettos.”

Then it was time to get underway. While Professor Edwards fiddled with lighting and camera, the girls went to the bathroom for their makeup and first change. Meanwhile, Ronald slipped into the main bedroom to don his sultan costume, while William whispered to the man in the closet.

“After the final nude shots, we’ll get them in one bedroom changing while I sneak you out. They can’t know that you’ve been here.”

“Got it. This is going to be fantastic! Two gorgeous broads!”

“Well, enjoy it. This only comes once. Remember that.”

After about fifteen minutes everybody has reassembled in the lounge. Ronald looked like Lawrence of Arabia and the two young women appeared to be part of a sultan’s harem. Petra’s diaphanous long white gown contrasted sharply with Emmeline’s sheer black wrap, both chosen to highlight their hair colour. They were strewn with dazzling costume jewelry on their necks, wrists and ankles- right above their towering, spiked heels.

“Perfect everyone. Ronald, sit cross-legged by the tent entry. I may have you move the spots from time-to-time. Girls, come to the entry with your backs to me, looking over your shoulders…. Ready now?… And begin. Hold hands and give me a sexy smile… good. Now look down at Ronald the same way. Big grin, Sultan.

Now turn to face me. Chests out and lean forward a bit…. Nice cleavages…. A bit to the right now with your bums facing your Master. Push them out while he admires… good. Now hand-in-hand stroll slowly in front of the tent… and turn… then back to the other side of Ronald.

Loosen your waist ties now… more… more… show me some skin…. Good. Put your left leg forward so the gown parts up to your waists…. Very nice. Now slide your hands down your bare thigh and look at me…. I need to see more breast… that’s better… more now…. Perfect!

OK, straighten up and face each other with that bare leg wrapped around hers…. Open the gowns so your tits are out…. Great! Look this way… big pouty mouths…. Blow me a kiss…. Now turn together for some open-mouth French… tits touching… just like that…. Good…. Hold it.”

McGuire’s hard-on threatened to rip through his jeans! This was even better than he had imagined. Two beauties- lesbians or bi at that- kissing and pressing their nude bodies together! This photo session had just started. How much better could it get? Then the models left to change, passing by the closet, leaving an intoxicating trail scented of perfume and female lust in their wake.

Ronald went to the closet door and whispered, “What do you think so far, Bruce?”

“Fuck man. This is amazing! Unbelievable!”

“They’re just getting warmed up. Love to be naked together. But, remember the deal, or I talk to Molly.”

“I know. I know. How long till they’re on again?”

“A few more minutes. We’re all eager to see this next show.”

Shortly afterward Petra and Emma were back, prancing proudly in their big heels, their bodies more nude than covered now. The brunette wore a stiff white corset with hooks up the back, so tight that virtually all of her fine tits spilled over the top of it. Only part of the stiff nipples and below remained confined.

Emma’s little red basque was shorter in length and semi-transparent, scarcely holding her lovely boobs in check. Both wore tiny thongs to match their garment, along with a lacy coordinating garter belt and dark hosiery. Each of them still had the shining costume jewelry from their first showing.

“Great lingerie choices!… Ready to pose now?… Good, we’re all ready to watch. Ronald, stand to one side of the entrance admiring them. Girls, together on the other side, looking back, tempting him…. One hand on your hip, elbow out… one knee bent a bit so your toe is pointed down… like that. Slutty smile now as you tease Sultan…. You know what he always wants.

Now put your hands behind your heads, palms together…. Backs arched, tits out… and hold it…. Turn around for the same view from behind…. Good. Nice wide stance and twist at the waist to look this way…. Slowly slide your palms down your neck and along your sides. Stop there…. Curl under your tits and cup them…. Lift up.”

“We can’t William. They’re already up so high they’re popping out of our tops!” Emmeline complained.

“So… lift until they’re out…. There you go… lovely! Slowly turn to face Ronald, holding your breasts out…. Bring up the nipples more…. Excellent…. Leave them out now, above your tops. Let’s move into the tent and recline on all those cushions…. Ronald, aim the lights toward them, then lay down too…. Petra, offer him your tits… like that. Emma, come over Petra and lower a nipple to her lips…. Very sexy!”

Bruce McGuire could hardly restrain himself from bursting out of the closet and launching himself onto the cushions with the other three. Their erotic lingerie; their fabulous near-naked bodies; and, that lucky bastard Ronald! It was almost too much for him. He’d seen this on his computer and sometimes milder stuff at a strip club. But this was live and up close!

“Petra, slide your hand down to his cock… give it a squeeze or two. Emma, draw your hand slowly across her stomach…. Yes, and fingers into her thong…. Give her a little thrill now…. Ronald, some French kissing with Petra while you handle her tits…. Now, everybody look at the camera…. Legs farther apart, Petra…. Perfect!… And cut. That is smoking Hot! Let’s cool off for a while.”

It was a good thing William called a halt because McGuire had fished out his throbbing cock and begun to stroke. There was still half the photo session to go! He caught his breath and watched as the two beauties repackaged their breasts then moved into the kitchenette. He heard tinkling glasses and liquid being poured. A few minutes later, the four of them returned with more alcohol and plopped down on the couch.

****

Bruce waited impatiently for the photography to begin, but the little group was taking their time, chatting and laughing. After a while, the photographer went to a side table and started some music filled with unusual instruments from the Middle East. McGuire recognized that it was the music belly-dancers used. Would he see some of that?

After the drinks were finished, Bruce heard Ronald remind the models to apply some fresh lipstick before they came back for the next session. He didn’t realize that he was in for a real treat now.

Eventually he heard one of the women call “Ready!” after which the photographer cued up that music again. This time the two beauties passed the closet in bare feet, turning their bodies and moving their arms in an erotic Arabian dance on their way to the lounge. Bruce’s cock rose again because they wore only skimpy, transparent half-bras and tiny panties. Tiny crotchless panties!

“Beautiful! Sway to the tune while I shoot,” William directed. “Pretend you’re dancers entertaining that leering Sultan…. Move your wrists in little circles as you raise your arms to shoulder level…. Good… reach out to lure him toward you…. Shake your shoulders so that he sees your lovely tits…. Tempt him with your eyes…. Oh yes, so sexy!”