Photographer 36

I turned to Penny, who was still holding Nancy’s bound wrists, an uncharacteristically determined expression on her face as she enjoyed the glorious experience of revenge. “Why don’t you tighten your hold a bit more?” I suggested. “Let’s add some real pain to our game.” 

Then, I turned my gaze to Nancy and added. “As long as you’re not scared, of course,” I said, just enough dismissal in my tone to trigger her. 

“Of course not, bring it on-” Nancy said proudly, her competitiveness triggered, only to follow with a pained gasp when Penny forced her to on her knees without a warning. 

“Feel free to beg for help if you’re feeling distressed,” Penny said. 

Nancy looked like she was about to say something, but I interjected. “Excellent pose, keep it,” I said even as I moved closer, taking several pictures, reflecting Nancy’s defiance and Penny’s sadistic pleasure. “Now, let’s try something different. Penny, keep one hand on her wrists, but put your hand on her throat and squeeze a bit, just enough to give the impression of dominance. After all, you’re a warrior that captured a nasty thief.” 

Penny followed the request, squeezing just hard enough to give her redheaded friend — for a given value of the word — some trouble without leaving a mark. I was considering what to ask next even I recorded the glorious moment, when Penny surprised me by going rogue. “You deserve punishment, you worthless thief,” she said even as she tightened her grip. 

Then, she surprised me even further by leaning even more, and pressing her lips against Nancy’s neck, nibbling softly. 

I said nothing, just continued to record the moment, surprised by Penny showing actual initiative. Nancy wriggled helplessly, but with a defiant expression soon replaced her shock, determined to hold her ground. 

A determination that got challenged when Penny’s fingers slipped away from her throat and started working on the buttons of her shirt, increasing her already impressive cleavage even further. 

“It must be nice to be able to walk around all day without a bra or any kind of support without a bra,” Penny whispered into her ear with a surprising viciousness before returning her job of kissing her neck. 

Nancy froze at the insult, so much that Penny’s fingers, continuing down her shirt, unbuttoning across the length to reveal the bosom she had just insulted. Nancy had anything to be ashamed of on that subject. Her breasts, perky and just large enough to fill my palms with no room remaining, were definitely beautiful. 

Unfortunately for her, it was hard to compare against the girl that was currently molesting her from behind in that aspect. When it came to the beauty of her breasts, Penny was simply a class of her own. And just to drive that point further, Penny reached to her costume, removing her armored top with a surprising smoothness before pressing her breasts against Nancy’s back. 

Her naked breasts, as she had elected not to wear a bra thanks to my intervention. 

“Yes, you’re lucky,” Penny whispered again to her frozen target, her fingers finding Nancy’s breasts, squeezing hard enough to earn a gasp. 

As Penny caressed and squeezed Nancy’s breasts, I drew circles around them, taking the sight of the exotic development, enjoying the moment even as I tried to hunt a few photos I could add to the mix without being too revealing. 

Watching them from behind, with Penny’s beautiful ass raised up as she crouched, straining her tight costume to the limit, I was tempted to pull them down and teach her a lesson about being too sexy. 

But, after some personal struggle, I managed to hold myself back. If I did that, there was no way for us to arrive at the convention on time. And after our deal, Nancy wasn’t the only one that needed the event to be a success. 

Instead, I limited myself to enjoying the amazing sight even as I continued to record the delicious moment. Penny continued to attack her neck with a relentless, rhythmic motion, while Nancy shuffled more and more. 

My tightening pants definitely didn’t make the moment any more comfortable, however. 

Then, Penny pushed her limits even more, shocking me with her daring. She leaned back, but when Nancy tried to stand up, Penny’s hand was on her shoulder, preventing her from succeeding. 

She walked around her before crouching in front of Nancy, with her costume around her waist, revealing her glorious tits to Nancy’s gaze once more, but this time, from close quarters. “You’re really lucky,” Penny whispered as she caressed the underside of Nancy’s breasts. 

It was a mean thing to do, but considering her actions, Nancy definitely earned that today. Then, Penny removed Nancy’s wig — and I grabbed it before it could hit the dirt — before grabbing Nancy’s hair, hard. 

Removal of the wig meant that I could not take any more pictures to be included in the convention package. 

Not that the absence of a wig was the only thing that disqualified the scene from being unsuitable for public consumption. Penny pulled Nancy to her chest, burying her face between her breasts. “See, aren’t I very unlucky. Imagine the back pain I feel every day,” she said, though her gleeful, victorious tone was hardly a good fit for complaining. 

When she was finally let go, Nancy was panting desperately, her face contorted between anger and jealousy, though, when she realized I was watching from behind, not bothering to hide my desire, arousal was quick to be added to the game. 

She clearly enjoyed the opportunity more than normal. 

“Excellent,” I said, leaning forward, still taking pictures — though straight to my own personal archive. “Now, take her nipple on your mouth, Nancy, and start sucking hard.” 

Penny’s eyes widened at the sudden reversal, but Nancy was quick to follow my request, happy to find an excuse to discard her self-imposed restriction. She started biting and sucking aggressively. 

My blonde model had lost her control for a moment, panicking at the sudden reversal. After all, while she was quick to enjoy her dominant position, her confidence was paper-thin. However, a gentle caress along her spine was enough to fuel her confidence artificially. Her hands retaliated to Nancy, caressing and squeezing her half-naked body aggressively. 

 Meanwhile, I casually dropped my touch down Penny’s hips, enjoying the warmth of her skin even as my fingers climbed upward to her core. 

Just to make sure her confidence didn’t waver. No ulterior motives. 

Not at all. 

Electrified by my touch, Penny picked up speed. “Now, kiss,” I ordered, picking my moment correctly to press for more. Penny, ever the obedient little model, didn’t even consider before shifting her position and capturing Nancy’s lips with an aggressive assault. 

“You can stop when you feel you can’t handle it anymore,” I said before Nancy could react, which, once again, worked just as excellently to prevent any negative reaction Nancy might have. 

I just pulled back, enjoying — and recording — the sight of Penny’s tongue slipping into her opponent’s mouth in a clumsy aggressiveness. And Nancy was too competitive to ever reject such an assault, her tongue counter-attacking mercilessly. 

Their breath started to fasten as the realization of what they were doing started to sink in, but neither was in a mood to stop, one out of obedience, the other out of competitiveness, even as the tension slowly reached a level of a time bomb, ticking ominously. 

I stood on the side, my camera working repeatedly, recording every delicious hint of their shifting expressions, their tits pressing together to create a sight of a masterpiece… 

“That should be enough, girls. Any more, and we will be late,” I said. The way they jerked back, quick, relieved, and more than a bit aroused, was delicious. 

I said nothing else, letting an uncomfortable silence stretch into the opening, even when I freed Nancy’s wrists, and watched the girls put their clothes back on and fix their make-up, deliciously silent. 

A silence that stretched for the next several hours, as we drove the convention center, slowly transforming into sexual tension and frustration, mixed with some pure jealousy and other complicated stuff that grew between them. 

And when the convention actually started, that tension turned into an excellent thing to draw people to draw our stand. Their interaction was tinged with a growing tension, which worked wonders to draw a constant crowd of horny boys around our stand. 

With me actually intimidating any boy that didn’t buy a book from loitering around, the books sold with a great speed, without even bothering to offer the bonus set of tasteful pictures. Though, considering the fun we had taking those, it was hardly a waste of time. 

And Nancy could always use them as marketing material. 

Instead, I offered them to take a picture of them with the girls, charging extra for each photo. They weren’t very much interested in the quality of the photos, but with selfies not allowed, it worked wonders to create an extra revenue channel. 

When the convention finally ended, we had no more books, and were completely exhausted. However, the thick wad of cash in my pocket was more than enough to compensate for that change. Nancy was naturally smiling hard, happy with her first great success as a writer, selling out a thousand physical copies in one day. 

“Damn, do you girls feel exhausted as well?”  I said, earning matching nods. Amusingly, despite posing together all day — or maybe, because of it — the tension was still thick between them. 

And I had no intention of missing the great opportunity it presented. 

“Driving all the way back will be hard,” I said. “Why don’t we stay here for the night, and we can drive back tomorrow.” 

“We can’t,” Nancy answered, smart enough to realize my objective, but lacking the confidence to argue against it directly. “All the decent motels are filled with people that came for the convention. And I prefer not to sleep in a garbage dump.”  

Unfortunately for her, that was something I had prepared for, as I definitely didn’t want to sleep in a garbage dump as well. “Luckily for you, you don’t have to,” I said with a smirk. “I have some contacts with the city, and they arranged a room at the Hill.” The Hill was the most expensive hotel in the town. 

Luckily, I still had a lot of reward points from my glory days.