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I was already in position when Huni arrived. Frank had led me behind a wall to a dark corridor that ran behind the changing room. He brought a flashlight with him to find the way, explaining that I should never turn on any light while behind the glass or Huni might be able to see it. I wasn't surprised to see a video camera atop a tripod shooting directly through the glass. "You should see some of the chicks we've got with this thing." he said proudly. I didn't care who he had gotten before, or who he was getting later. I just wanted Huni.
So I waited, anxiously awaiting the opening of that door and the entrance of the fair goddess. I fiddled momentarily with the camera, and felt let down the viewfinder was black and white. Frank had a bar-type stool to sit on, so one could see through the glass without standing.
I heard the shutting of a door from the main studio. It was barely audible, and I couldn't hear any conversation. But I guessed she was here! Who else could it be?
I was caught off guard as the door to the changing room opened. I immediately recognized Huni's silhouette. She was carrying the duffel bag I brought, which contained the wardrobe I had picked inside. She turned on the switch.
Oh God, she was in the top! She was in that white, body hugging top I had seen her in once before! I sprang out of my chair, moving closer to the glass. Huni set the duffel bag on the floor, then stepped to the mirror. I instinctively stepped back, afraid she might see me somehow. She didn't. She examined her face, her wonderful face, as I examined her breasts. Oh yes, I could see the contour of her bra once again. The shirt made it opaque, but couldn't hide it completely. She was wearing a pair of cut-off jeans shorts with it that seemed to grip her smooth, dark-skinned legs with affection. Her make-up was impeccable, with full red lips and perfectly shadowed eyes. I don't think she had ever looked more sexy. I looked again at her chest, thinking to myself, "I'll see more of you later."
Huni stepped out of the room, ready for his first session. Evidently, Frank was as pleased her current attire as I and was going to take pictures of her in her current top. I would have to get some prints of those! Originally, I had planned to sit by the mirror the entire time, but I couldn't be without the sight of her. I fumbled my way down the corridor, hoping not to make any noise that would alert her to my presence. I carefully poked my head around the wall, and watched as Frank started snapping pictures.
He had her pose simply. She nervously smiled and followed his suggestions. He took several of her standing normally, then suggested she lift her hair. I watched in delight as her hands pulled up the luxurious strands, raising her breasts as she did, raising her top from her waist as she did. Frank walked over to her after a few shots, and rubbed her shoulder. He congratulated her on a good job so far, and told her to put on another top.
Huni headed for the changing room. I nearly stumbled as I turned. I had to beat here there! I had to be there when she unbuttoned that top! Of all else, that top! It seemed to take an infinity to make my way down the corridor. I couldn't live with myself if I made it to the glass, only to find her buttoning up her new top.
I made it to the glass, and anxiously looked in. Huni was looking at the mirror, still in the top. Thank God.
I watched her, wondering what she was doing Then I realized she was re-enacting her poses. She tried her smiles, testing to see how well her beauty was functioning. She lifted her hair, turning her head slightly from side-to-side. I looked at her raised chest, and felt complete admiration as they lowered back to their normal position when she lowered her arms.
My breath caught as she brought her hands to the first button. I remembered I hadn't started the camera, but I didn't care I was standing in front of it anyway. I couldn't see this electronically. I couldn't see this in black-and-white. I need to see her with my own eyes. I need to see the glorious color of her Asian skin as her hands worked down to each button of that top.
One was undone. Two were undone. Three were undone. The fourth swelled my cock as her unobstructed bra came into view. I leaned forward against the wall. I need something to apply pressure to my penis as she worked her way don. The top opened with angelic triumph. I was looking at her chest. Her Asian skin was exactly as I had imagined. Soft. Brown. Creamy. I could see each sculpting bend of light from her shoulders to her cleavage. The satiny white cups dutifully covered her breasts, but added to their beauty. Huni stepped away from the mirror and towards her bag. My entire body ached to touch her. To feel her. To continue her undress.
She leaned down to the bag. I bit my lip hard as her breasts dangled from her leaning upper body. The bra held them firm, but not motionless. She pulled out a new top, then removed the one she had on. Every inch of nakedness was sunning. Her shoulders, her back, her stomach. I longed to see the inches that were covered... her breasts, her hips, her cunt.
A knock came at the door. "Are you all right in there?"
Huni turned quickly, and draped the new blouse over her chest. "I'll be out in a minute!" she squeaked nervously. I smiled at the sight. She wouldn't expose herself like this willingly. It then dawned on me... even David hadn't seen this. Only two people in all the word had seen Huni in a bra. Herself, and me.
There were three more tops. Three more times she came in, undressed in front of me, and bounded back out to be photographed. I taped her. I taped her bare chest each time she unbuttoned her blouse and unwittingly exposed herself. I watched her, and occasionally looked at the viewfinder to make sure she was properly framed. During the photo taking, I snuck out to watch. I was surprised by the restraint Frank showed. He touched her, but without threatening her. He talked to her, but without innuendo. They made jokes, laughed with each other, and had a basically normal evening. I didn't really expect this. I figured Frank would play his hand right away and drive Huni out of there in a desperate rush. I started to wonder if he could succeed.
Frank came to the viewing area after Huni left, eager to find out what I had seen. I told him simply, "It was the most beautiful, feminine experience I have ever had."
"Did you see her tits?"
Frank was a bit more blunt in his appreciation. I explained to him that she was wearing a bra, which she never had need to take off.
"Don't worry, we'll work on that! And her pussy, too! I bet you can't wait to see her cute little Asian cunt!" The mere thought of it made me weak. I didn't know what his plan was, but I knew I was helpless to resist it. I had no other objective in life. Homework didn't matter. Graduation didn't matter. My current relationship didn't matter. All I wanted as to see Huni completely nude. But worse than that... I wanted to see her getting fucked. I couldn't do it, because she was my friend's girlfriend and I had my own girlfriend. Even if David could do it, I wouldn't get to see it. No, Frank was becoming my only hope at seeing her squirm and moan with virgin-taking penetration.
I guess David called her exactly when he got home from work. He had wanted to go with her, but his hours were the same every week, and he couldn't get the night off. Frank had asked me about that specifically, and I gave him the information. Huni was being exposed when she was most vulnerable, when no one could protect her. Not David, and not me.
After calling Huni, David called me. I could hear the grating distrust in his voice. It was steeped in concern and jealousy. I told him Huni was is girlfriend. That she could take care of herself. That this was a good opportunity for her. And that it was over. I knew it wasn't over, but it eased his mind. For now, anyway.
Huni was quite buoyant in class the next day. She eagerly talked to both Frank and I, and thanked Frank for the opportunity. Repeatedly. She was practically begging, without asking directly, to do another session. Frank played it so cool. I wanted to yell out, "Please come back and bare your chest to me again!" but I bit my tongue. Class ended, and the three of us headed outside.
Frank now played into her eager hand. "Hey, Huni, do you think you might have any interest in doing some more modeling?"
She perked up instantly. "That would be great! I would really like that. How many more tops do you have?"
"Oh, I don't have any more tops. I have a line of skirts I need photos of. Does that sound ok?"
"Sure, that's fine!"
I instantly knew what was happening. What this meant. I was going to get to see her in panties! I was going to get to see her long, slender legs and her wonderfully thin waist covered by nothing more than a small V-shaped piece of clothing.
"Here..." Frank said... "Let me get an idea of your waist." I couldn't believe my eyes as Huni stood in place, and Frank placed his hands on her hips. I knew he couldn't get any kind of measurement from her. He was testing her, testing her trust. Huni didn't flinch as moved his hands over her stomach. She giggled as he turned her around, his eyes squarely on her ass. Then he looked at me, with a knowing, scheming look. I looked at Huni's ass, noticing the trace of a panty line underneath her shorts. Soon, those shorts wouldn't be in the way.
Our attention was disrupted by the appearance of David. I could instantly see the anger that scowled his face. Frank still had his hands on Huni, but let go as she saw David approach.
"Hey." Huni was the only one who addressed him at first. A flat, meaningless hello.
"Well, see you guys later." Frank headed off in the opposite direction from David, no doubt wearing a huge smile.
David took Huni by the arm, and walked her a few feet away.
"What do you think you're doing?" he asked her sternly.
"What? With Frank? He was measuring me."
"Measuring you! With his hands? Sounds like he was sizing you up. Or feeling you up for that matter!"
"Don't be ridiculous, David. He's just a friend. I'm molding for him again."
"What?!! No, Huni, please no! I don't want you hanging around that guy!"
"Why not? He's really nice!"
"Huni, please. "He took her hands into his. "He only seems nice. The guy is an asshole."
"Why are you acting this way? I'm just trying to make some money."
"Huni, this guy can't be trusted. He wants... he..." David stammered on how to express his fears.
"What? What does he want?" I couldn't see Huni's face, but I imagined her face grew livid with anger at what he was implying.
"He wants to have sex with you."
Huni pulled her hands from his and stormed off. David followed her.
"I can't believe you would think that! And say that!" she said.
"Huni! Listen to me!" The two disappeared from view. I felt sorry for David. he knew the truth, and had no one to believe him. Huni was so blind to the truth, that I feared she would become a victim to it. I was the only one who could solve the situation.
But I had to see her in panties.
David called me later that night. I guess he and Huni managed to have a calm talk once he found her. He asked me if I thought he was being ridiculous for suspecting Frank. I told him a little. After all, Huni wasn't having sex with him, so why would she with Frank? She could take care of herself, I told him, even if Frank was interested in her sexually.
He had apologized to Huni, but still held his fear. He told her she was so beautiful, and that other guys had to think so, too. And that guys wanted to have sex with her. He nearly got himself in trouble with that when she asked if he felt that way. David said yes, he did want to make love to her. But he would wait until she was ready. Huni assured him nothing was going on. She was doing it for some extra cash. Still, David was uneasy.
When David had to work next, the second session was arranged. As expected, of course. Frank would have no part of David coming to the studio.
I couldn't believe how entrenched I was becoming in this. Frank had come to me, asking me to get some of my girlfriend's skirts. Or, he suggested, I could buy her wardrobe specifically. It didn't have to fir perfectly, just well enough for the pictures.
What was I doing? Why was I not only giving Frank the twenty-five dollars to pay Huni but also forking over my credit card to pay for five skirts? I couldn't believe it, but couldn't resist it. I had complete control over what she would wear. I wanted to start her off slow. The first three were similar business-type mini-skirts. The fourth, and I hoped she would wear this, was black leather. The fifth, and I really doubted she would wear this, was hot pink spandex. It would barely cover her crotch. But just imagining her in it was enough to convince me to chance it.
Frank seemed please with my selection. "These pictures will be fucking hot!" he joyously exclaimed.
"Just one condition." I asked. "Please, please, ask her to change her top too."
"Ah, a bra-and-panties man? No problem, my friend. No problem."
I watched the tape of Huni for hours when I was at home. I played it, re-wound it, and played it again. I knew I was in trouble. I preferred watching Huni take of her top and expose her breasts in a bra to calling up my girlfriend an fucking her. I preferred watching a tape of this Chinese girl and masturbating to actually having intercourse with another woman. And I knew it would get worse. Tomorrow, I would have her in panties.
She came in shorts again, with a simple, blue shirt. I watched from around the wall as Frank gave her a quick hug. She didn't seem to mind it, and he pointed her to the dressing room. "I have them in order." he said. "Take the top one first. And oh, put on that red blouse from the other day."
Huni came into the room. I had learned the dark corridor by now, and had no trouble making it back in time. Huni stepped over to the table Frank has set up, and found the stack of skirts. She plucked the first one off and held it to her waist. She came to the mirror, possibly just to see how she looked, and possible to see how much leg it would show. But she was in shorts, so she was already comfortable showing leg. She went back to the table, and leafed through the remaining skirts. She froze. And I knew why.
Huni lifted the hot-pink miniskirt from the pile. She eyed it against the light, noting how short it was. She looked around, from nervousness and not from the fear someone would see her. I could imagine her thoughts. Dare she put on something so sexy? Her shorts were short, but this... this was almost slutty.
She stepped over to the glass, and held it to her waist. Then, without hesitation and catching me completely by surprise, she dropped her shorts. That quickly, she was in panties. That quickly, I was seeing her in a thin pair of small, white panties.
I dropped to my knees. I scooted up to the glass as she pulled the skirt up her legs. It was still so tight on her. So tight on that incredibly thin waist. Huni twisted a few times in the mirror, checking herself out. And then, oh and then, she placed her hand between her legs. She felt herself. She was testing the length of the skirt, and how much room for error she had before she would expose her pussy. There wasn't much. She leaned back, and her the tip of her panties came into view. She bent over as she watched her reflection, again letting those panties spring into view.
I realized my tongue was out. I was pressed against the glass, only a foot or so from her, desperately wanting to life my tongue up that skirt and feel her underwear upon it. I wanted to taste her, lick her, stimulate her. But this damn glass was in the way.
Huni did me another treat and pulled down the skirt. And then, glory to God, she took off her shirt. I took but a moment to make sure the camera was till running, that it was catching the beauty of my life naked, except for that bra and those panties. She went or the first skirt, and re- dressed herself. I had to wait a moment before going to watch. I could barely move...
Frank was stepping up his game. After he shot, he complimented her on her look, and gave her arm a squeeze. I was in absolute awe of her. Each pose, each smile, each position seemed sexier and more beautiful than the last. Frank snapped pictures at a torrid pace, evidently venting his frustrations for her through the clicking of his finger. Before long, Huni was ready for her next change.
I was absolute adrenaline as I stood in that dark hall, watching the empty mirror. I felt my lust as its own being inside me, nearly bursting through my skin when Huni appeared in the dressing room. How casually she unbuttoned her blouse. How wonderfully she stared blankly at the wall as her hands exposed more and more of her bra-covered chest. I could watch that girl undress herself forever. The simple change from a skirt and top to bra and panties was alluring, captivating and satisfying. Oh God, the gentle brush of her hair falling across those round, tender breasts held so eloquently in those fragile cups. The ripples that formed in the satin panties as her body moved. Ohh, the complete, agonizing wonder of seeing her slip a few fingers under the strap, pulling it off her body to adjust the press of those panties against her flesh. Each one of her movements captured sexuality at its purest. I loved everything she did, and longed for everything she suggested.
And what sight could be more ultimate, more essential, than of her thin, Asian, dark-skinned body leaning over while facing me? Those wonderful, precious breasts drooping in those lacy cups and forming a long cleavage wedged between two firm, tear-drop shaped breasts. And when facing the other way... the taut, triangular shape of those satin panties suggesting the round shape of her hips and buttocks. And that tender, pink, smooth pussy delicately underneath.
Yet each sight made me want more. Each undress was majesty in itself, but offered the promise of more. In stages I had seen her legs, her bra through her shirt, then her bra, and now her panties. Now it was simple. I had to see her nude. I had to see her breasts, her nipples, and her cunt. I had to see her ass, and the wonderful way her nude body jiggle as jostled as she moved. Frank had already planned this, probably, but now I knew what had to be done. She could model tops and skirts no longer. She couldn't model shorts and she couldn't model pants. She had to model bras. And she had to model panties. Then... then... she would be nude. Was it possible? Could it happen. Could I see her body, fully and completely naked?
I hoped it could happen, but feared what I would want next if it did.
Frank asked Huni out for dinner after the shoot. It was the least he could do, he said, to repay her for her help. She was quick to say yes with an innocence and ignorance that made her all the sweeter. I had almost forgot his plan. While I was scheming to see her undress, he was scheming to fuck her. I wanted to see her breasts. He wanted to suck them. I wanted to see her pussy, he wanted to fuck it. I was starting to feel jealous. A part of me wanted to leap out and expose him. But I waited for Huni to change back to her original clothes. I called him over, almost frightened.
"Is it.. is it tonight?" I asked. Somehow, I wondered if he already knew the magic button. The thing to say or the thing to do that would seduce her.
"No. Not tonight. But soon! Real soon, I'm going to be ripping that virgin cunt! I can't wait!"
I watched as Huni came out of the room, and let him put his arm around her. He led her outside, to his car. But to me, he was leading her to his bed. One thing in particular made me feel this way.
Huni was in hot-pink spandex.
I didn't need to be there to know what happened that night. Most of it, I could have guessed. But Frank was happy to fill me in on the specific details. Frank took her to a restaurant, but ordered carry-out. They went to the park, where he spread out a blanket and arranged the food. They sat on the ground, where Huni couldn't hide the view up her skirt. She didn't seem to notice, or at least mind, that Frank could see between her legs. He praised her, complimented her. Told her how wonderful she was in front of the camera. And then really set his trap.
What girl doesn't want to be beautiful? And what girl doesn't want to be recognized as beautiful? Frank told her of his belief she was destined to be a model. He said the shots that he had of her so far were incredible, and that an agent he knew was interested. Huni blushed and glowed with the news. She easily drank his promises of money and possible fame. She drank of his praise as easily as she drank the champagne he had brought. What did she have to do, she asked. What would it take.
Frank was sly. He was cautious. He cleverly turned his own wants into those of another. The agent was interested he said, but wanted some special shots. Some shots of her in lingerie. Frank told me how her eyes fell, and how she became a little nervous. He continued to explain that it was up to her, and that he wouldn't push her to do anything she didn't want to. She might still get to be a model, it would just be more difficult.
Huni could have resisted if she had some help. If she had someone to warn her of what was happening. She at least mustered the comment, "David wouldn't like that." but was countered by Frank with, "Don't tell him. Once you're a success, then I'm sure he'll love it!" She then wondered where such pictures would have to be taken, and how many people would be there. "We can take them at my place." Frank said. "Only I will be there." And the trust he had built was enough. Huni said yes.
I was in motion again, now to buy lingerie. Frank had bettered my plan. Instead of bra and panties, I could see Huni in any outfit I wanted. Outfits taht would require complete disrobing. Outfits that would bare her body to me, completely naked an glorious. And when the outfit went on, she would be, perhaps, even more exciting. And to top if off, Frank added a set. Instead of simpe, backdrops, he brought his bed from home. It as a full-sized bed, covered in a red satiny sheet and purple pillows. This is where Huni would be. This, was where she would model.
I don't know how clearly I describe the feeling and arousal of seeing Huni strip down to her bra and panties, knowing she wasn't done. She was so nervous to out on the black teddy I had bought for her. She looked so fragile through the glass. So timid. If only she knew I was there! But then she wouldn't have continued. The bra came unclasped. So easily, so without worry. She opened it and slid it off in so quick a motion.
I saw her breasts. Her wonderful, Chinese breasts with her tiny brown nipples and dark flesh. I wanted to cry. I could feel the tears in my eyes as I witnessed so pure a sight of beauty. And ahe wasn't done! A smooth, quick motion brought thos epanties down. Her breasts jiggled. her foot stumbled. Her thin, dark bush sprung into view.