Page 35 of Between the Stacks

“Right.” I took a fortifying breath and exited the room. I could do this. Today was an ordinary day. I was at work like everyone else, preparing for my shift to begin. When I found Nova, or who I thought was Nova behind the reception desk, I gave her my name and who I was looking for.

She gave me a once over then grinned before directing me to where the photographer had set up for the day. I thanked her and followed her instructions. When I arrived, I’d been surprised by the number of people in the room. What I didn’t see was the guys, yet. I peered around the group as the flash illuminated an area before going back to a normal amber-white glow of light.

There sitting on a throne made of books was Lowe, The suit he wore almost matched my wool coat and skirt. He had a mask on though, something that contoured his face, exposing none of his features to those who might know him, maybe? Or did it have to do with a mask fetish? I read those books too. Had to say, on the one to ten scale, Lowe pushed a thirty.

He stood then, pulling at his tie as another man came toward him, not one of the guys. He gathered all of Lowe’s garments then handed them to a person behind him. What happened next left me gaping at them. The guy stood there, kissing on Lowe’s neck, stroking his dick.What the heck?

“It’s called fluffing,” Scott said, coming up behind me, almost scaring the shit out of me. “It’s his job to get Lowe rock hard in seconds. I bet if he saw you right now, he wouldn’t need the help.”

I turned to face him. He wore a black terry cloth robe, and his hands were hooked on the belt. “Does everyone have one of these fluffers?”

“Yeah, pretty much. It makes the situation a little less stressful, see?” He turned me to look at Lowe. His dick jerked, pointed toward his belly. Each step he took back to the throne, caused his dick to smack the flesh of his lower stomach. “Jesus, he’s hot.”

“You could say that again.” Enthralled, I watched as photo after photo was taken. Some of them were classic poses, others, Lowe stroked himself. Another had him on his knees facing away. With his legs spread and his back arched, so his upper body was closer to the photographer and his ass looked spectacular. “He waxes his ass.” Scandalous!

“We all do unless we’re into bears.” Scott shrugged.

“The things you learn living with people who do porn for a living,” I murmured, before glancing back at where Lowe sat, redressing. “Now what?”

“Now, it’s our turn.” Scott nudged me forward. “The photographer will tell you when he’s ready.”

“Where are you going?” I asked.

He grinned. “To get fluffed. Unless you want to do it?”

It would definitely be my pleasure.

Lyra

A few minutes later,he whisked me away to the throne of books while the guys got ready. The photographer stood with his back to me while the female fluffer—God, this was weird, talked to me about what was about to happen. You know when you had picture day at school, and everyone was excited. This was nothing like that. Everything was choreographed. There was someone for lighting. Someone else stood near a fan.

It was all too much.

The photographer, Chad, came over to introduce himself, then made a beeline back to his equipment. So much for a pep talk. I ran my hands down the front of my skirt as nervous energy filled my gut. I knew this was going to be an amazing shoot, just by what I’d seen with Lowe, but me, getting naked and doing the same? I didn’t know if I had the internal fortitude to do so.

“Are we ready?” Chad asked, turning toward where Lowe and the guys stood.

“Everything is good here,” Cole replied, removing his robe.

I swore my eyes popped out of my head when I saw the silk boxers they wore. Short shorts were the best way to explain them. They hugged their muscular thighs and left little else to the imagination. In fact, the only people fully dressed were me and Lowe. Between the four of them, Chad blocked out how hewanted the photos to be shot, then gave smaller directions for head tilt and expressions.

Lowe stood behind me while Jonesy, Scott, and Cole knelt in front of us. In one photo, I pressed the heel of my shoe into Cole’s shoulder, pushing him back slightly while looking down on him. The next shot, Lowe leaned forward, pressing his face to my neck while sliding his hand down between my breasts to my stomach.

In another, Jonesy reached for me while Scott put his hands on my thighs. Then the atmosphere changed. Chad gave us a minute to reorganize while Scott asked if I put everything on the garment bag.

“I did. Why?” I’d worn nothing like the lingerie they’d picked out for me. The white corset zipped up the front while the laces were long enough, I could pull them until I cinched bustier. The panties and garter made me feel like a girl and not just some farm hand from the midwest. While the sinfully comfortable stockings hugged my thick thighs.

“You’re getting undressed now,” Scotty said. “This will be like what Lowe did earlier only you’ll be wearing the lingerie.”

I swallowed hard. “Seriously?”

He nodded. “You’re going to look so good. I already know it. Just pretend it’s only us.”

“Where do I change?”

“Here,” he said. “Keep the shoes on.”

I snorted. Oh great. No privacy.

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