"Clare" - Chapter 11:- Brenda’s Girl - “Getting Ready for Rainbows” - Sex Stories

"Clare" - Chapter 11:- Brenda’s Girl - “Getting Ready for Rainbows”

... and paid both a retaining fee and for every photograph of me purchased.

As Brenda clicked away, she once again requested to take photos of me peeing. It was her thing, and popular within the club. But I once again said no, though I hadn’t ruled it out as I knew I would need money soon.

Though undecided, I questioned, was pissing pictures any worse than me sticking my tongue up another girl's ass. That was my thing, my secret pleasure.

*****

I stood there naked, in front of Brenda and Paula. They were getting me prepared for tonight, though they had been getting me ready for the last hour and a half!

My chest was powdered, my nipples painted to be darker, and at the base of my back, a temporary tattoo was added. It was a small butterfly with leaves and small violet flowers on either side. Its deliberate location had been done to make sure everyone knew it was a tramp stamp.

Brenda told me that the violet flowers were a historical symbol that used to be worn by lesbian and bisexual women. I didn’t know.

Now that the makeup was done, it was Brenda's turn to dress me. However, Paula stayed to offer a second opinion.

My girlfriend reassured me that if I was not comfortable, then all I had to do was say no. The first thing that Brenda asked me to put on was the tall, light blue stilettos, which buckled high around my ankles. I had purchased them from Karen on the day that I had met her and they were a gorgeous pair of shoes.

“Walk up and down for me, my ...

... dear,” Brenda requested. I was still nude apart from my shoes.

I did as Brenda asked. However, I had the impression it was more for both Brenda and Paula to admire my naked form rather than for me to see if the shoes were comfortable or not. As, what had become the norm, my girlfriend then took several photos of me.

“Can I have a glass of wine?” I asked. I needed something to calm me, despite the fact we had not eaten.

Paula fetched one from the kitchen and said, “Here we go, my dear,” which made me smile. She sounded just like Brenda, except for her accent, which was French. She didn’t have my girlfriend’s faint Scottish twang.

With my glass of white in hand, I walked up and down yet again for Brenda. Then I sat on her bed and spread my legs to make sure Brenda had enough pictures. It was the first time I had ever deliberately exposed myself to her camera and an action which seemed to surprise my girlfriend and Paula. It certainly had them both grinning.

On my upper half, I wore a pale blue tube top that showed off my fake tattoo and as per normal no bra. My painted nipples were just noticeable through the stretched material. Brenda was making sure I was fully shown off tonight.

Over the top of my thin blouse, Brenda gave me a fashionable and long cardigan. It was a cover-up and was there just to give me confidence and maybe to help stop me from saying no.

On my bottom half, Brenda gave me a pair of dark blue shorts to wear and nothing else. There wasn’t ...