Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
“Wow, these are out of this world. You guys are such talented photographers. I heard that you mentioned there might be an award winner snap somewhere in here?” I beam at them both, so happy once more that this was the place I chose for my boudoir photo shoot.
They nod, but then Corey’s eyes take on a devilish glint.
“Yeah, these are super hot pics, Ginny. For example, look at this one.”
Oh my god. He brings up the one where I’m playing with the mirror. I have my back turned to the camera, and I’m looking over my shoulder with a coy smile, but that’s not the bad part. The naughty part is that my legs are spread and I’ve got the mirror positioned right between my thighs, showing the reflection of my pretty private parts. They’re wet, juicy, and begging to be licked. Even more, my other hand is holding them open, revealing my tight pink hole.
I go hot all over, and then feel a warm pair of hands on my shoulders.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” a low voice sounds in my ear.
I turn, my face on fire, and Castor’s looking back at me with a gleam in those blue eyes.
“It is,” I acknowledge breathily. “But you wouldn’t submit this to the contest, would you? I mean, what contest would even consider a photo like this?”
Castor and Corey’s blue eyes gleam.
“Funny you’d ask, sweetheart. There are contests that are very explicit, and they like to consider snaps just like this. There’s one called Juicy Peach coming up, and we think your images would be perfect for the competition.”
I gape at them, my eyes going wide.
“Oh no. I couldn’t.”
Corey grins at me, a glint in those sapphire eyes.
“I think you could, Ginny. You’re very curvy and sexy, and exactly in the type of pose that they usually consider. They like girls who aren’t afraid to bare it all.”
I have to step in there.
“Yes, but that’s exactly the point. I’m not that type of girl. This was just an aberration. I felt so comfortable around you guys that—”
But to my surprise, Corey cuts me off.
“Sweetheart, we’re going to submit the pics no matter what you say. We’ve never had a model as sassy and beautiful as you, and we think we have a great chance of winning the Golden Peach this year with this submission,” he says simply.
I stare at him, the air whooshing out of my lungs.
“No way,” I breathe. “You can’t. Those photos belong to me.”
The men merely shrug, looking very confident.
“No, they belong to the studio Ginny. When you signed our release form on-line, there’s a section pertaining to the use of photos for competition. It specifically gives Your Best Image ownership of these photos should we decide to submit them.”
I gape at them, my heart racing at a million miles an hour.
“You must be kidding,” I whisper, my voice dry.
Corey flashes me a knowing grin.
“No, we’re not,” he says simply. “These images belong to Your Best Image, and we want to enter them into the contest. Especially this one where you have your knees spread,” he muses, looking once more at the computer monitor. “Shit you’re so juicy, the judges are going to come just looking at it.”
My face goes red.
“You can’t!” I exclaim, nearly in a panic. “You just can’t! That’s me! That’s my body!”
Corey and Castor share another knowing look.
“Well, there’s one exception,” Corey begins.
“What is it?” I demand. “Oh my god, this whole thing is so wrong!”
Castor merely smiles again.
“Well, I think if you keep giving us access to your beautiful body, we would consider not submitting your photos to the contest. That would work for us, wouldn’t it, Cast?”
His friend nods, while running a hand through his tousled black hair.
“Yeah, I think that would be okay,” Castor growls. But then his gaze sharpens. “But we mean full access to your body, Ginny. Front, back, up, down, and anywhere we want. We want all of your holes.”
I stare at them, my cheeks flushed.
“You must be kidding,” is my whispered reply. “Oh my god.”
The two men merely share another look and shrug.
“We find you very beautiful, Ginny. We want access to every delectable inch of you, any time we want. Otherwise, we might as well submit the photos and win that very hefty ten-thousand-dollar grand prize.”
I stare at them, my mouth open. Then I close it with a snap even as my heart continues to race.
“I don’t have a choice, do I?” is my raspy reply.
The men share another look and smile at me once more.
“Probably not,” concedes Corey. “Not if you don’t want these pics to get out.”
“But it won’t be bad,” adds Castor. “After all, we’re very generous lovers, Ginny. If you think what we did before was fun, then you’ll love what we do going forwards even more.”