After their shower, Carol had put make-up on her (and touched the pink lipstick to her nipples before doing the same to her clitoris - then she had stuck the tube of lipstick up inside Julie's vagina and giggled, telling Julie she was just adding a touch of colour to her other lips). If Don hadn't interrupted them by bringing her her costume and saying he was waiting, Julie was certain the woman was ready to have another session with her. Don's entry had forced her to leave, reluctantly drawing the lipstick out. Julie saw her put it to her lips as she sauntered out the door. Don told her to get a move on, patted her on the fanny, then left her alone. Julie half expected Carol to return, but she hadn't.

She gazed at her reflection in the mirror. The material was transparent, showing her slit and her nipples through the gauzy fabric. The pants were slit down each outer side, fastened only at her ankles and hips and around the inner seams. They had an elastic waistband that dipped low from her hips, the crotch made so small the band went across her lower belly just above her mons veneris. It made her whole belly visible, a slightly concave oval that looked made for stroking. Her navel was deeply indented and drew one's eyes to it. She ran her hands softly over her silky, lightly tanned skin. It felt good. She turned sideways and noticed the glimpses of her bare legs as the soft material wafted open with her movement. Rocking slightly backwards and forwards, she could see her pubes through the gaps created. The costume certainly was erotic. Again, she thought about how she was really enjoying what she was doing...how she had changed over the past few weeks since first being introduced to Don and his trade. And the thought of the snake tattoo between her legs always kept her conscious of her pussy. She wondered how this new group of men she was to star with today would react to it. Her eyes lingered over herself, the sight of herself dressed so provocatively and thinking about the film to come made her heart beat faster and re-start the tingling between her legs. She hoped it might be like the one she'd done the first weekend, with the men who had tied her up and then used her. That particular film had had quite an impact on her in the weeks following. She found she'd thought about it far more than the other's she had made. She had mentioned it to Don, that she would like to do more like that (which pleased him as they made a lot more money from those type of scenarios), and he had told her he was already working on it. She wondered, looking again at her costume, whether this next one might be the one. She hoped it was. With her heart and belly fluttering, she blew a kiss to herself in the mirror and left the dressing room.

She followed the passageway back to the main studio. She gaped when she pushed open the door. The studio had been completely changed from when she had first arrived. It must have been set up while she was making the 'doctor' movie with Ray and Carol. There were soft, filmy lengths of material hung from the walls, falling in folds and moving gently in the air-conditioning. On one side of the room was a large chair, almost like a throne. Against another, a slab of wood with hook-like metal pieces and strips of leather attached to it was resting. In the centre of the room, in front of the 'throne', was a raised platform covered in a smooth, shiny coated black padding. The floor was covered by a patterned carpet. Spotlights highlighted particular areas of the room. The whole effect was rather like inside a desert tent, Julie thought, her eyes wandering around the studio. On the far side, she saw the men watching a television monitor. Two of them, the two black ones, were almost naked, their dark bodies shining as though covered in oil. They were wearing only a strip of cloth hanging in front of their genitals from a thong around their waists, Julie's heart thudded as she saw their powerful, muscular bodies glistening. She knew from past experiences that they would both have long, thick black penises and her pussy tingled in anticipation. The two other men were white. One of them was dressed in a safari suit and the other, Samantha's father, Jonah, was dressed similarly to Julie, filmy pantaloons and a short vest-like top that didn't cover his chest. The pantaloons were transparent and hung low on his hips and Julie could see his rounded buttocks through the thin material. His body was as powerful as the other men. Julie hoped his penis was as powerful, too. The four men had their backs to her, facing the monitor, and the young girl walked over to see what was keeping their attention......(cont)