The flash of the camera went off and Lindsay’s eyes went wide, her lips parted and she gasped a little as a shiver of pleasure coursed through her, triggering a small orgasm.
It was beautiful and terrifying at the same time.
Beautiful because of how joyful and happy it made her each time it happened, terrifying because she knew she was addicted to it and that each time the flash went off a little more of her IQ disappeared.
It had started off six months ago as just another job, another photo shoot for some random clothing line she’d never heard of before and doubted would every be anything but an internet also ran.
She’d put herself through university on her modeling hustle, she’d completed her masters and was now working on her Ph.D in International Finance. Or at least she had been.
When she’d taken the first job with this company she’d had an IQ in the 140’s, maybe a little higher, now she doubted it was above 110 and dropping with each time she modeled for them.
That was the worst part, to know that whatever was happening, she could stop it just by not taking another job from them. She’d tried to say no, many times after she realized something was going on. But somehow she found herself agreeing after they complemented her previous work, or offered a bonus, or claimed that no one else could do their clothing justice.
These days they didn’t need to do any of that, just tell her when and where to show up and she was their early with bells on.
“Hey Lindsay…” a voice called from behind the camera as a man walked around it and up to her.
She smiled and blushed, it was Steve, the product manager that originally hired her for the first job she’d done for them and always was the one to reach out for those that followed.
“Yes Steve?” she replied, her breath quickening, her chest heaving, her nipples hardening, her pussy dripping wet.
God she wanted to suck his cock so badly!
“The company is having a private live showing later tonight, to show off our new line of lingerie to some of our best customers, I was wondering if you’d like some extra work?”
She moaned and closed her eyes for a moment before replying, “Yes Steve, I’d love to show off my body for you…”
“Good to hear that Lindsay, I was hoping you would. Oh, by the way, some of the customers might want to grab your ass and play with your tits… you wouldn’t mind if they do will you?”
She bit her lower lip and shook her head from side to side. Mind? Go no, it was all she’d been dreaming of for weeks. To be manhandled by faceless strangers, passed around like a party favour.
Lindsay couldn’t take it any more, her pussy was buzzing so hard she couldn’t think straight, so she did the only thing she could.
Dropping to her knees she pushed her tits out, tilted her head back, clasped her hands behind her back, and looked up into Steve’s face.
“Please Steve, may I suck your cock now?”
Steve chuckled and nodded and Lindsay got to work, the flashing lights no longer needed, with each stroke of Steve’s cock between her lips her IQ crashed farther and farther downwards.
