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Rey sat in the reception area, one leg crossed over the other, swinging her foot impatiently. Every few minutes, she unlocked her phone to check the time, only to see that it was dragging further and further past the time of her appointment. She had cleared her Saturday afternoon schedule to get her senior pictures taken, and this photographer had come so highly recommended that she’d booked months in advance, though they’d barely been able to pencil her in. Yet, now she sat flipping through an old Vogue magazine and sipping from her water bottle to pass the time — not very professional of him.
It was close to closing, so she was the only one in the waiting area besides the receptionist, an older woman who she saw playing solitaire on the computer when she’d checked in almost two hours ago. It was now a quarter till five, and Rey wondered whether her appointment would be outright canceled. It better not be, since this was the last day she could get her pictures taken and submitted for the yearbook.
Finally, just five minutes till 5:00 pm, a door down the hall opened and out stepped a tall, broad-chested man wearing a sweater vest and an expensive-looking camera around his neck. A few seconds later, a young family left out the same door, thanking the photographer as they did.
“You must be my last appointment for the day,” he said amiably, looking in Rey’s direction. Then, turning to face the receptionist, “It’s just about 5:00, you can go home Candice. I’ll close up when we’re done here, shouldn’t take too long.”
“Oh, are you sure?” she asked, but she was already packing up her things, clearly happy to get out the door a few minutes early.
“Alright dear — Rey, is it? Why don’t you follow me into the studio, I have a changing room there where you can put on your uniform,” he said, head nodding at Rey’s duffle bag. “I’ve had so many girls come through these past few weeks for senior pictures, you must be getting this in just under the wire, huh?” He continued to make small talk as he showed Rey into the studio space and pointed her in the direction of the changing room.
She quickly put on her school uniform, a green, white, and black plaid, pleated skirt, a white button-up shirt, white knee socks, and black patent leather shoes (which she hated, since they always pinched her toes). It was all a little wrinkled, but it would have to do — she had no time to get more clothes or take the pictures at a later date. She downed the rest of her 1.5 liter water bottle, stuffed it into her duffle with the rest of her clothes, and stepped out of the changing room.
The studio was a hodge-podge of different scenery, set up so that multiple different types of pictures could be taken in the same setting. There was a small, fake pond surrounded by plants and a stone bench, a stool with a neutral background hanging behind it, and even an antique, wooden desk in a faux library. Rey could also see a variety of props against one wall, like instruments, a soccer ball, and a few different style chairs. Also set up around the room were several bright white lights at the top of tall stands.
“Don’t be shy, come on over,” the photographer called to her. He was standing in the middle of the room, one hand on his hip, the other holding his camera to look at the digital display. Rey quickly crossed the room, eager to get this over with so she could enjoy her Saturday night. When she was a few feet away, he held out one hand. “I’m Kylo, sorry I kept you waiting so long.”
Rey shook his hand and returned his easy smile with her nervous one. She didn’t much like having the spotlight on her, but she needed these pictures taken or there would be a grey square above her name in the yearbook. “Nice to meet you, I’m Rey.”
“Well Rey, I’m thinking we’ll snap a bunch of pictures in a few of the scenes here, and then, when we’re done, you can pick out your favorites to be developed. How does that sound?”
Rey nodded her assent and gave another tight-lipped smile, then waited for his instruction.
“Let’s start on the stool. Have a seat and I’ll take some headshots.”
Rey sat down, tucking her skirt underneath her as she did. It was a tall stool, like one for a breakfast bar. Kylo adjusted the lightboxes to her left and right, then came over to help her pose.
“You can put your hands in your lap, one foot on the high rung and one foot on the lower one — yes, just like that.” He moved back a few feet and looked at her through the camera lens. “Chin up? And let’s see that smile. Perfect.”
Rey held her smile as the camera shutter snapped in quick succession. Her cheeks were starting to hurt when Kylo knelt down on one knee and continued taking pictures from a lower angle. Not wanting to flash her photographer, though she was wearing very modest white cotton panties, Rey pressed her knees together.
“Rey, dear, put your legs how they were before.” He spoke to her with the large camera still covering most of his face, so it wasn’t really a two-way conversation. Rey did as he said as she glanced around the room for a clock. There was a movie she wanted to see tonight, and she was starting to regret drinking so much water before this session — how long had she been here? “Eyes forward, Rey — beautiful.”
After Kylo took shots from a few more angles, he finally put down his camera to direct Rey to the next photo op location. “Let’s go to the pond now. Please sit on the bench.” He swept his arm to suggest she walk in front of him. Once she sat down, Kylo looked at the display on his camera and frowned. “Damn, I’m gonna have to grab another battery, give me just a minute and I’ll be right back.”
Rey sat on the cold stone bench bouncing her knee, thighs pressed together, and wishing she hadn’t left her phone in her duffle bag; there was nothing to distract her from the sound of the fountain that trickled from the pond’s edge. Why on Earth did she drink all that water? Her abdomen was starting to cramp from the effort of holding her bladder, and this damn studio didn’t have a bathroom besides the one that she’d seen near the building’s entrance. Maybe she could make a run for it before Kylo came back. But just as that thought crossed her mind, he came striding back into the studio, camera with its fresh battery in hand.
“Okay, I’m just going to dim the lights a bit and then we’ll get started.” Once the lighting was adjusted, Kylo returned to Rey’s side to pose her. “I want you to sit with one foot dangling and the other one on the bench, knee hugged into your chest.”
She hesitated. “But… I’m wearing a skirt…”
“Don’t worry about that,” he said, waving his hand in front of his face, “I won’t shoot that low.”
What could she do but follow his directions? He was a professional after all, and Rey was ready to do just about anything to get out of the studio and into a bathroom as fast as possible. Unfortunately, this new position was a lot more precarious than knees and thighs pressed tightly together. She tried to angle her knee so that it crossed diagonally across her chest and kept the spigot of her bladder more tightly closed, but Kylo tsked and straightened her leg.
She did her best to look natural, but she desperately had to pee and Kylo was taking his sweet time photographing her. Not to mention that he could see right up her skirt — she couldn’t even tell if he was looking with that massive camera in front of his face.
“This is my favorite spot to shoot, the fountain is very calming, don’t you think?”
“Mhm,” Rey managed.
“That reminds me, let me get you something to drink, we’ve been at this for a little while now.”
“ No! I mean, no thank you, I’m not thirsty.” She was actually starting to perspire from the strain of holding her bladder.
“Nonsense. Do you know how easy it is to pass out under all these lights? You need to stay hydrated, or I could have a lawsuit on my hands.” Kylo winked at her, then turned to leave the room once more.
Rey groaned once he was out of sight. She wasn’t going to make it out of this alive, that was it. Her bladder would explode and she would die on the operating table — not how she’d seen this afternoon going down.
Soon, he returned with two water bottles. “Drink up,” he said, handing one to her.
She took a small sip to be polite, then screwed the cap back on. “Thank you.”
“You can do better than that, can’t you? We can keep going after you’ve had at least half of that water bottle, sound fair?”
Rey nodded mechanically, but inside, she was ready to cry, or scream, or both. After a few gulps, she put the bottle down, deciding she couldn’t wait anymore to use the bathroom.
“Sir, Kylo, thank you for the water, but I actually have to use the restroom before we keep going.”
“Are you sure you can’t wait? We don’t have that much longer, and then I can send you on your way.” He looked at Rey earnestly, and she wasn’t one to argue, so she nodded her head against her better judgment. She could last a few more minutes, but no more, she would just get up and go if this lasted any longer.
“Okay, now I want you to sit with your hands on the back edge of the bench, ankles crossed, and knees open. Tilt your head back like you’re looking at the sky — perfect.” The camera shutter snapped rapidly as Rey tensed every muscle in her body. She squeezed her eyes shut when the camera went silent — she was seconds away from screaming in frustration.
“You’re slouching, Rey. Here, let me show you what I need you to do.” Kylo closed the small distance between them and sat on the bench next to her. Then, he used one hand to pull her shoulders back and the other to press her lower belly in. Little did he know, it wasn’t poor posture, but a bladder so full of water she couldn’t hold her stomach in anymore.
Rey winced as Kylo’s manipulation pushed a drop of pee out of her to be absorbed by her panties. If he noticed her discomfort though, he didn’t show it, since he continued to adjust her pose until it was just as he wanted. Then, he only backed up slightly, kneeling on the ground just a foot in front of her and angling the camera up to capture her face.
“Rey, honey, I need you to relax for me. Take a deep breath and let it out slowly — you look like you’re in pain.” He chuckled like it was a joke to him, which, she supposed it was, oblivious as he was to her predicament.
She did as she was told though, and was punished for it, as a few more drops escaped her bladder before she clamped her legs shut. Now, her panties were noticeably wet and her inner thighs felt damp; she could only hope nothing had soaked through to show on her skirt.
Probably not wanting to sound like a broken record, Kylo wordlessly pushed Rey’s knees apart so that she could resume her previous pose. Helpless to stop it, this caused her to let out another stream; it was getting harder to hold it in.
She expected Kylo to resume taking photos now, but instead, he let his camera hang from the strap around his neck. “Uh oh, what do we have here?”
Rey looked down at Kylo to see him looking between her legs, and to her horror, there was a small, dark spot on the stone bench where she had wet herself. Immediately, she tried to close her legs, but Kylo stopped her with a hand on either knee.
“I’m so sorry, please, I need to use the restroom,” she pleaded. Kylo seemed a world away though.
“Not to worry, dear, a little mess never hurt anyone, let’s just finish up this photoshoot, hm? But I don’t want you to get this pretty skirt wet, so why don’t we just take that off.”
Rey watched numbly as Kylo pulled down on the zipper at her hip, then shimmied the skirt off her waist. She was left in just her white cotton panties, which, looking down, were not just damp, but nearly translucent in the center. She clamped one hand between her legs to hide her accident, cheeks flushing in shame.
“Kylo, sir, are you sure this is appropriate?” Either way, she felt deeply embarrassed and was looking for an out.
“Of course, I shoot girls in swimsuits every day, is this really any different than that?”
“...I guess not,” Rey mumbled.
“Okay, so put your hand back on the bench and I can finish taking these pictures.”
“But, if I do that, I don’t know if I can hold it…” she trailed off at the end and dropped her gaze to the ground, unwilling to meet Kylo’s eyes.
“Oh, don’t worry about that sweetie, I can help you.”
Rey looked up, confused, to see Kylo looking sincere but… excited? That couldn’t be it though, maybe he was just eager to get on with this and go home. So, taking a deep breath and clenching her abdomen, Rey returned to her pose with both hands on the back of the bench, ankles crossed, knees open.
A moment later, she jumped when she felt Kylo’s large, warm hand cupping her sex. “ What are you doing? ”
“I know you don’t want to wet your panties any more — this helps, doesn’t it?” He answered in an even tone, like they were having a perfectly normal exchange.
He wasn’t exactly wrong though, the pressure of his hand helped Rey keep her bladder from completely emptying on the spot. So, she let him. But she was going to leave a scathing Yelp review when this was all over.
When she didn’t remove his hand, Kylo took the hint and reached for his camera with his other hand and resumed taking pictures. She imagined they must not be very good though, because her face was still slightly contorted from pain and the strain from holding her pee in.
Rey was surprised when she felt the heel of Kylo’s palm grinding against her clit — so surprised, that she gasped and released her bladder for a second. He was unperturbed though and kept snapping pictures of her shocked face as little droplets traveled between his fingers and dripped off of his wrist, falling soundlessly onto the fake grass that surrounded the pond.
“You’re doing great, sweetie, these pictures are going to turn out beautiful.” His words were encouraging, but his tone had changed from the beginning of their session. Now, it was lower and a bit gravely. “Your panties are getting soaked though, that’s gotta be uncomfortable. Let me help you take them off.”
Rey shook her head, but words escaped her. It didn’t matter; Kylo took his hand off of her sex and hooked two fingers over the top of her panties, peeling them down her thighs. Her muscles relaxed without his hand pressed tightly between her legs, sending a small rivulet dripping off the edge of the bench. Before she could even close her legs again, Kylo snapped a few pictures of her bare, wet cunt, then set his camera in a dry spot.
“I’m sorry honey, you just looked so lovely like that, I had to catch it on camera.” He smiled almost apologetically before pulling her saturated panties the rest of the way down her legs.
Rey had no idea what to do in this situation. She was alone with this man she’d just met and naked from the waist down. But she needed the headshots he’d taken earlier for the yearbook. If she yelled or ran or otherwise threw a fit, she figured her chances of getting the pictures were slim. Besides, if she even stood now, she wouldn’t make it two steps before emptying the rest of her bladder. So, she let him take her panties and waited in anxious anticipation for his next direction.
“That’s much better, isn’t it? More comfortable, I’m sure.” Kylo was watching her face closely, but didn’t seem to mind if she answered; it almost seemed like he was talking to himself, working himself up.
“Kylo, I really have to go, maybe we could finish this shoot another time? My tummy is starting to hurt from holding it in.” Rey was getting desperate, she just had to get out before she embarrassed herself anymore.
Kylo’s brows knit together in concern. “Rey, if you had to go, all you had to do was ask,” he said, as if she hadn’t already asked multiple times. Relieved, she made to stand, but Kylo put a hand on one knee to stop her.
“In your state, you won’t even make it to the door.” He paused, waiting for Rey to fill in the blanks. When the look of confusion didn’t clear from her face, he went on. “My cleaning staff has already gone home, so I can’t have you making a mess all over my studio. You’ll have to do it here.”
“Here?” Rey repeated weakly. Kylo nodded, his hand still on her knee. She didn’t really have a choice, and her abdomen was in such pain from holding her pee that she just wanted to get it over with. Sensing that Rey had accepted her fate, Kylo gave her an encouraging smile and pushed her knees further apart.
“Won’t you get… wet?” She asked meekly, looking at Kylo knelt between her feet.
“Don’t worry about me sweetie, I just want you to be more comfortable.”
“Okay…” Rey took a deep breath, squeezed her eyes shut, and then… nothing. She let out a frustrated whine. Now that she had the opportunity, her body wouldn’t let her pee. Maybe it was performance anxiety.
“I can’t do it.” Rey was on the verge of tears now.
“Oh honey, you’ll be okay. But I think I’m going to have to help you, otherwise you could get hurt. You really should have told me earlier that you had to go. But, no use crying over spilled milk — we can fix this together.”
Rey nodded miserably — anything to relieve the pressure in her bladder. She didn’t expect ‘anything’ to include Kylo’s finger running up the length of her slit though. She inhaled sharply and jerked her legs.
“What are you—” Rey’s words caught in her throat when he circled his wet finger around her clit.
“You need to relax. I’m going to help you do that.” He was no longer watching her face, but stared mesmerized by the sight before him.
It was difficult to relax as he’d told her to, but she took a deep breath and tried to let go of some of the tension in her body. Soon, with Kylo’s rhythmic circles around her clit, Rey felt a different kind of pressure building in her core.
“There you go, that’s beautiful, you’re getting nice and slick. Have you ever put your fingers inside this pretty pussy?”
Rey’s eyes widened at Kylo’s vulgar language, but she nodded, not seeing any reason to lie at this point. Kylo groaned and leaned in closer.
“I bet that feels good, huh? When you stuff this little cunt full?”
Rey gasped as she felt him sink a finger inside of her, still not letting up on the quick, slippery circles around her clit. Then, without warning, he added another finger, making her eyes fly open. It didn’t exactly hurt, but it was much more than she was used to with her slender fingers.
Kylo curled his fingers forward and Rey squirmed, spreading her legs wider to give him better access. Her muscles were certainly starting to relax, but a new worry was building and threatening to stop her from finally releasing her bladder.
“If you keep doing that I’m going to…” Did she have to finish the sentence? It was mortifying, really, even given everything that had already happened.
“You’ll what, Rey?” he asked, feigning ignorance and speeding up his fingers at the same time.
“If you keep doing that I’m going to… I’m going to… ahh! ” Rey came hard, her legs quivering as each wave wracked her body violently.
Kylo pulled his fingers out, and then: a torrent.
He maneuvered to Rey’s side, reached for his camera, and started taking pictures in quick succession, muttering a photographer’s praises almost to himself. “Beautiful, exquisite, stay just like that.”
When finally she had nothing left to give, and only a few more drops trickled onto the bench, Kylo set his camera down and sat next to her. He supported her back when she looked likely to slump over from exhaustion and rubbed soothing circles between her shoulders.
“Don’t you feel much better?” he cooed.
“Mhm,” she answered, somehow dead tired.
They sat in silence for a minute before Kylo rose from the bench and offered Rey his hand.
“Why don’t you come home with me and I’ll clean you up. It’s time you had a bath, dirty girl.”