“Let’s get started!” The minion smiled as she returned from her errand. “Sorry it took so long. The queue at the bank is crazy these days.”
Sara nodded, as the minion took out two more swimsuits.
“We have two more left, and these ones are in the same class as the one you tried the other day. Touch em!”
Sara felt them and it immediately reminded her of that super smooth and silky swimsuit. It was still fairly conservative, there was no cleavage, and the bottom part wrapped around her thighs instead of ending at the joints. But she noticed the stitching was a lot more complex, and there were grooves in the inner side of the swimsuit. “Wow.”
“Come, let’s get you changed.”
The texture of the swimsuit on her skin made her entire body tingle. It even made her walk funny, because her steps would cause those stitching to rub against her nipples or her sensitive lower half and triggered a strange pleasure.
It was time for the photos.
“You’re doing well!” Edmund praised, and she flushed. The minion adjusted her poses more often, and each time those folds just rubbed her somemore. She felt her face heat up, and her body turned sweaty. “This is great!”
“-thank you.” She answered, but her body churned. Just walking made her feel funny.
“Alright! Time for the last set.” Edmund said. “It’ll be the best one, I’m sure. You’re getting in the zone!”
The minion led Sara back to the changing room. “We’ve got a bit of time before the next shoot. You want some water? You look really hot.”
Sara blushed. “Ah yes, that would be great.”
***
Sara was alone in the changing room, as she changed out of the 2nd last swimsuit. She looked in the mirror, and then noticed her nipples were hard. Instinctively, naked, she began to rub herself out. It was a trance. Her body’s needs were not met.
She felt her fingers touch her clitoris and rubbed it. It was hard, and somehow, extra sensitive. Her breathing became heavy, and panted as her fingers worked on her little button. It was thoroughly wet, now. Then it came suddenly, her body suddenly squirted. The juices sprayed out of her lower half and onto the floor. She didn’t realize it then, but a bit of her urine also came out.
Around this time, the door knocked. It was the female minion.
“Sara, do you need help?”
Sara looked back at the last swimsuit, and at the liquid on the floor. Her breathing was rough, ragged, but she answered anyway. “Ah, it’s alright.”
“Okay.” The female minion nodded.
Sara picked up the last swimsuit. It was equally modest, and tried to get it on. The only different was, this last piece didn’t have any stitching at all. It was a single piece of some unique fabric, and as she wore it, it felt like she wasn’t wearing anything.
***
“You’re glowing!” Edmund praised after the first few shots, and Sara immediately thought about her earlier act. “You seem to know how to make your skin glow. What did you do?”
Sara blushed. “Ah- it’s- it’s.”
The minion, who walked out of the changing room, held a moist cloth. “Boss, there’s some liquid on the floor. Did anyone spill anything? Should we call the handyman? We had it the other day too.”
“Hand it over.” Edmund held the cloth containing Sara’s squirted juices. He sniffed it, and Sara paled.
He sniffed it some more.
“It doesn’t smell like a leak. It smells- kinda musty and feminine.”
The minion shrugged.
Sara’s face was shocked when he saw her lick the cloth. Her entire body tingled, as she shouted. “Stop! Don’t!”
Edmund licked it anyway. “Yeah. It tastes feminine.”
Sara’s face was red as a potato. “I’m sorry, I must have- I must have uh-“
Edmund looked at her. “Let’s talk later, okay?”
Sara nodded apologetically, as Edmund took a few more photos.
***
It was about 5 in the afternoon when they were done. James normally came home at 10 and would often eat in office with his colleagues. Sara walked to the changing room with Edmund, as Edmund held the cloth.
“Did you pee in the changing room, miss?”
Sara blushed. “-I- I didn’t.”
“Then what were you doing in the changing room, Sara?”
It was just the two of them. Sara blushed as red as a potato. She felt like someone who was caught red handed. She absolutely couldn’t say it.
Edmund stared, and then sighed. “You know what. Never mind. I’ll let you go, because whatever you were doing, it made you have these beautiful photos. Keep it up.”
Sara was shocked. She was expecting a reprimand. “-keep it up?”
“Yeah. Keep it up.”
