At the first glance of Bette wearing the corset, stockings, and thong, Tina was instantly flooded with wetness.  As a model, Bette was used to wardrobe people seeing her indisposed, but this seemed different.  She wanted more than anything for Tina to like what she was seeing.  From the looks of it, she did. 

“How bout some water?” Tina blurted, rushing over to the mini refrigerator on the side of the room. 

“No, I’m okay, thanks,” Bette said, taking a seat on the couch behind her.

“Really?” Tina squeaked, twisting off the top of a water bottle.  She tilted her head back and drank the entire bottle in one go; the only sound was the gurgle of water as it moved closer to her mouth.  When she was finished, she expelled a huge breath of air and slammed the empty bottle on the table a little harder than she meant to.  Bette, for her part, found this all to be quite amusing.

“Better?”

“Yeah… you know, I think it’s just a little dry in here.  It’s always dry in here,” Tina said.  She knew she was reaching.  “Okay!” she said, clapping her hands and trying to refocus.  She walked over to wear Bette was sitting and looked down at her for a minute, awkwardly trying to figure out her next move.  “Could you stand up for me?” she asked.

Bette stood as she was asked, the women’s faces now unexpectedly close.  It was impossible for Tina to miss the slight rise and fall of Bette’s breasts just inches away from her own. 

“I’m just gonna…” Tina started, gesturing with her head down towards Bette’s legs.

“Okay,” Bette smiled, widening her stance a little bit. 

Tina took a deep breath and lowered herself to her knees.  At the minute that she did this both women closed their eyes in exquisite pain.  For Tina, it was the very nearness of Bette’s sex, wearing virtually nothing, to her face.  For Bette, it was the sight of this incredibly attractive women getting on her knees before her. Bette held on to the edge of the couch for support. 

Tina quietly set to work.  Bette’s shoot was due to begin in 10 minutes and she knew she needed to produce the model on time.  Starting in the front, Tina quickly clipped the garter onto the stockings touching as little skin as possible.  When she finished, she asked Bette to turn. 

This was the third near-death experience of Tina’s day, as far as she was concerned.  There, in all its glory, was Bette’s beautiful fucking ass, confined by nothing and framed by only that thong.  Again, Tina tried not to touch her for fear of going crazy, but she was already well on her way.  The feel of Tina’s fingers was heavenly to Bette, although not nearly enough contact as she would have wanted.  She had to force herself not to outwardly shiver at the chill Tina was sending through her.

Before Bette knew it, Tina was standing and clearing her throat.

“You’re all set,” Tina said, taking a calculated step away from her.  Bette nodded her head, momentarily paralyzed.  Her eyes traveled from Tina’s eyes to her lips, and the urge to kiss her was becoming too much.  She shook her head, snapping herself out of it and putting back on her confident persona. 

“Thank you, Tina.  You’ll still be here after the shoot won’t you?  I’m afraid I’ll need your help getting out of this,” she said, pointing to the garters that Tina had just done. 

“Oh.  Well, they’re really very easy to take off, you just have to—“

“Just be here,” Bette said, cutting her off.  She strode purposefully past her and out the door, into the shoot.