The Date, Part Nine
Part Nine
“See? Was that so hard?” Tara asked. Now that Hallie was going along with this, she could be a little more condescending. Before, it was all cold and unyielding, but that was just to show her ex-friend that she meant business.
Having Hallie’s phone in her hand just made it all the better. Tara could obviously have gotten away with this on her own phone, as the threat of Hallie's naked front side being posted would have been plenty effective. But having access to everything on Hallie’s phone probably made the naked girl sweat a bit more.
Of all the steps in her plan, that access was by far the easiest part. Tara already knew the passcode just from discreetly watching Hallie type it in whenever they hung out. Most of the time, even if you blatantly watched someone unlock their phone, those numbers are gone within a few seconds if you don’t care. But Tara did care. She made a conscious effort to memorize them, and continued to watch in the following weeks to make sure the sequence hadn’t changed. That was before the restaurant plan had been established; no matter what, all kinds of damage could be done with someone else’s phone in the wrong hands.
As for having it now, that part was just as easy. When she left Hallie alone in the wet dress, Tara just swung by her table to let Jake know what was going on. She had met him twice already, so it was easy to give him a reassuring smile and tell him that Hallie was in good hands. Then she picked up Hallie’s purse from the vacant seat and sauntered off to find Liv.
Aiming the ‘borrowed’ phone at Hallie’s naked body, Tara began snapping pictures. “Hallie, what are you doing? Stand normally. And smile.”
Hallie immediately regretted lowering her arms. As Tara mentioned, her arms were at least a little blurry in the first photo. Maybe other parts were blurry as well. Maybe the two girls had been lying about just how clearly her private areas could be seen. Either way, there could have been a way to explain away such a photo, though she still hated the idea of all her family and peers seeing her so exposed. And there was no way that picture would ever go away once horny guys online had their hands on it.
But Tara was already taking more pictures. With Hallie’s phone. No matter how blurry the first shot might have been, there was no doubt in her mind that all the current ones would be crystal clear. Lightly blushing at both the camera aimed at her, and the potential of being overseen, Hallie did as she was told. She hesitantly relaxed and uncrossed her thighs that had reflexively defended her modesty along with her arms earlier, and stood completely naturally. Well, as naturally as she could get while standing without a stitch of clothing on.
After an annoyed Tara reminded her of the second thing she was supposed to do, Hallie took a nervous gulp as her blush darkened. This was her last chance. She could still call this off and concoct some story about how she ended up naked on camera. A lack of a smile at least showed some degree of unwillingness. She could still be smarter than all those fictional characters she rolled her eyes at . . . or not.
Hallie smiled.
Though she knew better, she couldn’t help it. Refusing to do what Tara said was a surefire way to have the whole world see her exposed body. As logical as it was to stop things before they spun out of control, Hallie couldn’t find the courage to do so. Giving in, she offered a soft, closed-lipped smile as she awkwardly stood there, still in mild disbelief that she was standing outside while fully undressed.
“Cute, Hallie!” Tara giggled. Her harsh attitude faded for a moment, there though was still a hint of malice behind her light laughter. “Alright, hand on hip. And a big smile this time, okay?” Turning to Liv for a moment, she said, “Grab her things?”
Liv darted forward before Hallie could even process the words. The conspiring waitress swiftly grabbed the damp clothes and matching lingerie off the metal railing, then returned to Tara’s side. ‘Oh my God.' Hallie lightly gasped at the girl’s movements. Her clothes had been there the whole time! She had been so focused on the towel and the naked picture that she hadn’t noticed or remembered the clothes right next to her until it was too late.
Reading her mind, Tara just chuckled again at her gasp and realization. “Relax. They were just ruining the background of the shot.” She went on to explain how she could have just as easily snapped photo after photo while Hallie was getting dressed. Clothes or no clothes, it didn’t really make a difference. She’d have more than enough material to work with. “Now, about that pose . . . ”
Despite her hesitant cooperation, Hallie still hadn’t completely given in. Before striking a way more damning pose, she had to know. “What . . . what are the photos for . . .?” Her soft smile faded, but she forced herself to keep her arms by her sides for the moment. As much as Hallie hated the two girls leering at her naked form, and her own camera phone pointed at herself, she knew that covering up probably wouldn’t end well for her.
“Hmm, I guess that depends,” Tara shrugged. “For now, it’s so you can feel like the slut that I know you are. Everything else depends on how difficult you are. So, Hallie. Slut. Are you going to be difficult, or are you going to do as you’re told?”
Hallie didn’t have much of a choice at this point. Not wanting to repeat Tara’s words in the cringeworthy way she did earlier, Hallie just used the pose as her answer, hoping it would be enough. She placed one hand on her bare hip, let the other one stay gently resting by her side, and smiled like she would for any other non-candid photo.
*Click.*
The phone had been silent before, but Tara must have decided that having the volume on for the rest of the pictures would heighten Hallie’s embarrassment. She was right. “That’s a good slut.” Tara smirked. She took a few more, and then Liv joined in on the fun. While Hallie had been careful about laying her clothes over the railing, Liv just unceremoniously dropped them on the stone deck, along with the towel. Then she took out Tara’s phone from her skirt’s pocket and began snapping pictures of her own. Hallie instantly recognized the phone case, though it’s not like it changed anything for her current predicament.
“Let’s try both hands on your hips.”
“Hands on your head, and stick that chest out.”
“How about arms crossed under her boobs?”
Tara and Liv bounced ideas off each other, and Hallie had no choice but to keep going along with it. Each new pose was a little less reluctant than the last, as it’s not like arguing would do any good for her at this point. Since standing still looked awkward, according to the two girls, most of the non ‘hands on hips’ poses had her leaning sideways against the railing or back wall to support herself, making each pose look a little more natural and nonchalant.
Like she didn’t mind being naked outdoors, or naked for the camera.
And it wasn’t just various poses with her body. After a few with the kind of smile she’d do for the average picture, Tara and Liv suggested plenty of other options to pair with the photos. The soft smile from before, a flirty smirk, a more serious and seductive expression that a model might make. Even though she was a total flirt, Hallie only had so many expressions in her repertoire. Some of the girls’ requests didn’t come as easily to her, which resulted in some amused laughter and more rounds of pictures taken until Hallie could get each one right.
“Nice one, slut.” Tara said. The new nickname rolled of her tongue effortlessly. She snapped one or two more photos of Hallie pushing her breasts together and pursing her lips, then moved onto something a lot more fun than the first round of pictures. “Okay, Hallie. You used to do a little ballet, so this one should be easy. Show us how you stretch with one leg on the railing?”
Hallie’s eyes widened.
Sure. Such a pose would be easy. If she weren’t totally naked. The short rail would normally offer an effortless stretch for her, but it was beyond obvious what Tara was really asking for.
“Tara, please.” Hallie whined. With the same opening two words from before, she forced herself to meet Tara’s eyes in another attempt for mercy. “Not that.”
“Go on, slut.” Tara's amused smile shifted back into the cold, emotionless gaze. “You spread your legs for Mark. You want to spread your legs for Jake. So be a proper slut and spread your legs for the camera.”
Hallie turned crimson at the directness of Tara’s words. She stood frozen, still unable to cover herself up, but equally unable to put herself in such a lewd and fully exposed position. “But . . . ”
“No buts, Hallie. Are you going to be difficult, or are you going to do as you’re told?”
The same question as earlier. A subtle reminder that not doing as she was told would be devastating. Not only did Tara and Liv have that first picture, but they now had dozens of her in much more compromising and ‘willing’ positions. Realizing that she was trapped, Hallie took a small breath in, then let out a shaky exhale. It didn’t help.
Gathering what precious little courage she had, Hallie raised her leg in one clean motion before the paralyzing hesitation could come creeping back in. Her left leg ran parallel to the metal railing, balanced and supported on the thin, cold surface. Before she could fully process the uncomfortable rail, or position the rest of her body, or reconsider the decision to splay her legs, Tara broke the momentary silence.
“Wow, Hallie. You really are a slut, aren't you?”
*Click.*