Morning Work
The radio went off while it was still dark outside. Jerry and I both jumped for it. Crap. I missed the chance to cuddle with him. After the way it was when we woke up in the middle of the night, I was looking forward to the romantic cuddling turning into wild sex. At least it got wild. I caught an elbow to the boob that just made it bounce. He caught a knee somewhere. It must not have hit anything important or even hurt much. As soon as he got the radio quiet, he was all over me.
The next thing I got was his extra-hard cock pressed into my leg. He was kissing me and stroking my body. He ran a hand from my chest to my pussy. He wanted me ready quickly and I could see why. He needed relief of the Program kind. His hard cock and the memory of the night before had me in the mood, so his strokes got me ready quickly enough.
When I was squealing ready, I got a mouthful of his tongue and a pussy full of his cock. He was laying on me, kissing and fondling my boobs while he was thrusting into me. He seemed to have a little trouble when I started moving under him. I was bucking kind of hard. He missed a couple of strokes and it was like he’d get off to one side. He had to scramble back on top before he could get his thrusting going again.
That was easy to fix, but I was so taken by the sudden sex that I didn’t think of it right away. I wrapped my legs around his ass. My legs picked up more of the tingling and he stayed on me better. Without legs to drive it, my bucking went easier, too. I just lay back, dug my fingers into his shoulders and let it happen.
That stiff hardon lasted through three distinct orgasms. I really like these triples. I’d lose myself in the explosion that overwhelmed my body, then recover. After enjoying Jerry’s kisses and strokes around my boobs for a while, the pounding in my pussy would take over. My vagina and clit would become the center of everything again.
He was finished, getting soft and starting to fall out of me when I finally finished my third. I didn’t let him roll off. It felt great having his weight on me and his hands on my boobs. He started kissing me again, too. It felt so warm and cozy and it was getting to me again. I was ready to go some more, but he wasn’t.
“Damn, Emily! Four times? You got me up four times, and after keeping me on that treadmill for an extra hour? No other woman ever got to me like that,” he said.
“That’s cause you’re always doing skinny, weak models,” I challenged.
“That’s true,” he said slowly. “But you’re a problem of another kind. You about threw me right off you. You really need to wrap me in those legs if you’re gonna be that wild. It’s not just your strength. I’ve never had any woman get so wild when she’s on top, either. It’s that you’re sexy. You’re more sexy just sitting still than a lot of them are in the throes of an orgasm.”
I didn’t know what to say, so I stayed quiet. He kissed me and I returned it. You could say I did use my tongue to answer him. That’s when I realized what just happened. He’d called me a woman. I really didn’t know what to say after that.
“Let’s shower. There’s work to do,” he prompted as he finally rolled off and switched on the light.
I sat up where he could get a good view of my swollen breasts and put a playful pout on my face.
“Work? It’s only six o’clock and it’s Sunday,” I protested.
“I have to. There’s stuff to check on – arrival times, any new bookings,” he said. “So do you. I think you’re the only model working this morning. You need to check your arrival instructions on the web site. Works like this.”
The naked guy got up, turned on the TV and grabbed the keyboard from the desk. It’s a wireless keyboard that works anywhere in front of the TV. He plopped on the bed beside me. I put an arm over his shoulder and snuggled against him where I could see the keyboard in his lap. That also pressed my boobs tightly into his back and arm. I tried to put my other hand under the keyboard, but he swatted it away.
“Keep your hand away from my dick. You’re enough trouble just being naked. This is serious,” he admonished and I could tell he had trouble staying serious himself.
He showed me the menu steps to get the TV to behave like a computer on the internet and how to get to the agency web site. My page had my schedule for every day of the coming week. All the shows and photographers told the agency what times we models were to show up for our things. They also told of any hair, makeup or clothes we would need.
My Sunday morning photo shoot was at the designer’s studio, address given. I was to be there at nine o’clock with no makeup and straight hair. The afternoon and evening shoots were with Ralph at the hotel. There were nominal times, but we knew they would work around the meals and when Gilda felt like doing the makeup and hair.
“Ought to be at breakfast before eight to get there at nine,” Jerry instructed. “I’ll see you then. I’ll go with you in the cab at least the first few times. We are supposed to be protecting you young ones, even if you don’t fuck like a little girl.
You should still have a couple of twenties for cab fare and your cell phone in your purse.”
That ‘fuck’ part made me blush, remember the word ‘woman,’ and ask, “So what do I fuck like?”
“You wouldn’t like the answer, so I’ll just say it isn’t a little girl,” he sort-of answered.
He towed my naked body with the swollen boobs and wild red pussy into the shower. I started the water while he stepped to the toilet. He stood with his back to me and pissed. I’d seen enough boys peeing in locker rooms and my own bathroom that it was no big deal. I even held Shawn’s penis while he did it once. That satisfied my curiosity, but it was no big thrill.
We washed each other again. I gave him a lot more action with my chest, rubbing one breast or another against him almost the whole time. He was hard at the end of the shower and I tried to grab his cock.
He swatted my hand again and said, “No! Not even an Emily special. I’ll have enough trouble staying awake as it is.”
We dried each other again. He was quick and gentle on my pussy. He took his time on my chest, though. He let me dry every part of him except his cock. You’d think he didn’t trust me. Maybe he saw the mischief in my look. I so could have done him again.
Jerry left for his room in his running shorts and t-shirt. I put conditioner on my hair and moisturizer on my face. I combed the hair straight and dried it that way. I checked out cable news on the TV. It was boring – a slow news day as they say. I couldn’t sleep, though. I was up, thoroughly fucked and ready for whatever. My mind went to my school books and so did I. I even finished a chapter of algebra problems.
Jerry and I were the only ones at breakfast when the buffet opened. I guess they expected a lot of sleeping in. They had mostly dry cereal, baked goods and the like that wouldn’t spoil or overcook if they stayed for a few hours. I took several rolls, juice and coffee. I don’t think I needed the coffee. I was already bouncing and bubbly. Irrepressible. I think Jerry noticed.
“So Emily’s not a dull girl this morning?” he asked.
“Hell, no! All that sex made Emily a perky girl,” I said brightly and bounced in the chair to shake my boobs.
I tried to ask about the designer who had me booked for a shoot. All Jerry knew was that they were a pair that work in leather and had been around for only about a year. They got stuck with last choice of time and took it anyway to get me. He tried, but couldn’t find anyone in the agency who’d dealt with them. That’s one of the reasons he was going along.
I’d had enough sweet sticky rolls to fill me and get my hands thoroughly messy. I did a quick trip to my room to wash hands, brush teeth and get my coat. I had the coat buttoned when I met Jerry in the lobby. We went right outside and the coat earned its keep. It was cold and drizzling. We could see breath condensing.
The doorman waved to a taxi. They always have one or two waiting around that hotel, so its easy to get one. Jerry gave the address and we got there in plenty of time. I noticed on the way how everything looked closed again. I hoped there was more life around here in the business week.
Jerry asked the driver to wait. He also didn’t pay. That may be why the cab actually waited. Jerry escorted me to the door and rang the bell. The place was a plain brick building with a plain door at the sidewalk. There was a small sign – just enough to let visitors know they were in the right place.
“Mort and Manny Leather Fashions”
A medium sized man in his late twenties answered the door. Jerry introduced me and himself. The man introduced himself as Manny, shook our hands and invited us in. He was holding a clipboard. Another guy in there was holding a camera. Manny introduced Mort while I was unbuttoning my coat.
My boobs pushed the coat open when I reached to shake Mort’s hand. One guess how those two men reacted. Manny dropped his clipboard. Mort’s camera started for the floor, too. I was already reaching in that direction and only had to bend down to catch the camera. I held it out to him for the several seconds it took him to stop staring at my nakedness.
Manny recovered first and said, “Wow! Punctual and as advertised. Great shape and bright red hair.”
Mort finally took the camera from me and stammered, “Th – thanks. Nice catch.”
Manny showed me where I could hang my coat. I stowed my little purse in its pocket and left my shoes under it. All three guys’ eyes were glued to me while I did that. I came back to them all bouncing and perky. Their pants got all bulging and pointy. Mort had a sketch of a girl in whiteface makeup, wearing black clothes over gray and with streaks of bright red hair down to her shoulders. That was their concept for the shoot. He was explaining to Jerry that the combination of curvy figure and red hair made me their first choice for a model.
Manny handed me several packaged garments – dancer’s body stockings, all in a medium shade of gray. They were sized in inches, not just small, medium or large. One of them fit me exactly.
“The dressing room is ...” he started, then choked. “Anywhere you want it.”
That’s because I’d perched on a stool right there and started pulling on the body stocking. The designers were completely distracted and the conversation stopped. Jerry must have been distracted, too, and didn’t want to be. He also must have thought those guys were okay to leave me with.
“Yep, it looks like Emily is just your girl,” he said, then to me, “I’ll see you about noon here.”
“That’s about right,” said Manny. “We’ll get through as much of our line as we can by then and do the rest some other way.”
Jerry left and I continued to put the tight body stocking on. The guys just watched. Of course, I was showing everything until it got covered. The stocking stretched tightly over my ass and pulled in to my waist, but not so tightly. It was stretched extra tight over my boobs and my areolas showed through. When I had it all the way up to my neck and over my arms, I turned for them to see how it fit.
“As advertised,” said Mort. “Most model portfolios exaggerate the bust and understate the waist. We tried to allow for that. This one stocking is supposed to be an exact fit. Don’t worry about your breasts. All our fashions actually dress the people who wear them.”
I blushed a little about my boobs. That night of sex had them engorged a lot and they must not have been back to normal size. Manny went after my hair. It was as straight as they asked for and as the sketch showed. It was hanging down a little past my shoulders and a little longer in back. The guy was combing it up and back. He put a shower cap on my head and tucked all my hair under it. Mort draped a cloth around my shoulders and tried to get it up as high as the collar of the stocking.
“It either won’t cover the stocking or it’s in the way of the makeup,” he complained.
I excused myself, removed the drape and peeled the stocking off my arms and chest. Both guys stared at my boobs again.
“Damn, Emily. Don’t do that,” Manny said quietly like he didn’t mean it. “It’s hard enough when you’re wearing so little.”
“Yes you are hard,” I teased. “Oh, c’mon. Now you can get the makeup to overlap under the gray.”
“Emily? Aren’t you afraid of us, like we might take advantage of you?” he asked.
I actually was, a little. I’d been with Ralph, naked and alone for almost a half hour. The way he acted and worked with me, I didn’t feel even a little apprehensive. Here I was a lot more dressed, but felt like something could go wrong at any minute. I thought I had to act confident and in control as a professional.
“We all know better than that. If you got into anything I didn’t like, I’d be the last model you ever got in this place,” I started hard, then softened. “I’m not shy about my body, so it’s hard to humiliate me. Let’s do what we have to for the shoot, ‘kay?”
Mort put the drape around my shoulders so that it left the stocking neckline exposed to the makeup. Manny had a spray can that was making a loud clattering noise when he shook it.
“Close your eyes and squeeze your lips tight,” he warned me.
When the sound of spraying ended, he told me to stay that way while it dried. He did take away the drape. I could just imagine their eyes on my boobs. When I could relax, Manny put lipstick on my lips. Mort took off the shower cap and combed my hair down straight. I got to check it all out in a mirror.
I looked like the sketch – whiteface framed by straight red hair. The lipstick was black. The skin and boobs below the makeup were still Emily-colored, so I squirmed into the body stocking again. That made everything black, white and gray – except the hair. The bright red frame around my face really stood out. It almost looked bloody in comparison.
They gave me a long leather skirt and I slipped into it. It had a small zip and buckle at the waist. I could pull the buckle tight or loose to raise or lower the skirt on the curve of my hips. They had me set it so the loose wavy skirt reached my ankles. The leather was thin and supple, but that much of it was still heavy. It sat firmly on my hips.
“That’s why we need a curvy model. That skirt won’t work on straight, bony girls,” Manny explained.
They gave me a long-sleeved jacket to wear with the skirt. I put it on and they guys had me stand in front of a solid gray paper background. The background was a little lighter than the body stocking. The leather clothes were solid black. All the elements stood out from each other. They also gave me posing directions.
“You’re so happy and bouncy that this could be the hard part. We want serious, even sad expressions. Think of the words gothic, somber, morbid, death. Even if you find those words funny, don’t smile,” Mort instructed.
Sad wasn’t how I felt, not by a long shot. After that night of sex and after teasing those guys, I was happy, perky and full of mischief. Somehow, I found some sad thoughts and got into character. That had to do with my hair. I realized that they really did want its redness to suggest blood. I frowned, looked down, kept my arms down and close and kept my feet close together. I hoped I was looking sad, not just meek. Mort and Manny loved it. Mort took a couple of shots, then I got to change clothes.
The second outfit had a very short tight skirt and an open vest. The skirt covered my ass and a couple inches of my legs. The tightness was all on my butt and the waistband gapped away from me at the top. It pulled tight and flat across my front except where my mound made it bulge. The vest covered my boobs, so they didn’t show through the overstretched stocking. All the space between my boobs would have shown, though. The guys had me do the same expression in this pose and had me cross my legs to add some modesty to the body language.
We went through most of their collection quickly. I did front and three-quarter poses of each outfit. They had me model skirts and pants, shirts, vests and jackets. They varied from long to short to micro-sized, but always covered what a modest woman would want covered. Morbid, gothic Emily was just what the designers wanted, but I hated it. The more I was dressed, the worse I felt about it. I would so rather be naked. I suppose that’s why modeling is work. It can’t be fun every time. At least these designers were okay to work with. They stuck to business and didn’t try any funny business with the model. I started feeling better about them.
Mort and Manny were elated that we finished all the stuff on their rack in an hour and a half. They brought out a few boxes that proved to be a little more fun. This was their more kinky line. I sort of rolled my eyes and asked myself what I expected in a line of leather clothes.
The kinky stuff was mostly straps with well-placed patches. Some of the straps had shiny studs or metal rings in them. Some of the patches over boobs or pussy had snaps and could be opened “for playing around.” Now why would anyone want to play with such naughty body parts?
I started with the skimpiest bottom and top they had. The bottom had a strap for a waistband, a tiny triangle down the front that would have just covered my little red circle and a thong strap up my butt-crack in back. The top had a band around my back at nipple level. A little circle of leather covered each areola and the circles were joined across the front by another stretch of strap. Manny had to pull the top tight to keep it in place – it had no shoulder or neck straps and it squeezed my boobs to stay on.
Mort gave me a little different direction for modeling the naughty styles. I could tilt my head or raise an eyebrow to let the mischief out, but still couldn’t smile and had to use sad body language. I didn’t exactly smile, but my mouth didn’t turn down either. The designers went with my first expression for the front shot. They had me glare as if threatening for the shot that showed the back.
The last outfit they had was one that opened.
“This might be going too far, Emily, but ... Would you mind if we opened part of the bottom and one of the cups?” Manny asked.
“I’ve been feeling overdressed for the whole shoot,” I answered. “I arrived naked, remember?”
Both guys blushed a little. The bottom was another thong, but with a bigger triangle of leather in front. Snaps held the lower section closed. Manny opened two of the snaps to let one corner flop down. I opened three more snaps so some color of my little red circle of pubic hair showed through the tight body stocking.
“Oh, perfect. Why didn’t you think of that?” Mort teased at Manny.
The top had triangle cups over my boobs. I opened all the snaps of one cup and the color of my areola and nipple showed through the overstretched part of the stocking. I did another sad and gothic morbid pose, but really felt the mischief of those open parts. I held my arms so they’d lead the viewer’s eye to my trademark little red circle. I wasn’t smiling, but my eyes were doing a serious come-on look.
The shots of that outfit took no longer than any of the others. Both designers were completely elated. We’d gone through their entire line with just over an hour to spare.
“No re-takes, no problems we’d have to stop for, great poses and expressions. Emily, you get our votes,” Mort complimented me talking fast even for a New Yorker. “Right now, though, out of that outfit. The body stocking is yours to keep.”
Manny helped me out of the outfit and I started to strip off the body stocking. I had it down off my arms and boobs when Mort grabbed it at the back and pulled it the rest of the way down. He didn’t hurt me or anything, but the way he pulled it so quickly was ... rude.
“We’re all through, Emily. Time for you to go. You really do get our votes for getting everything in and saving us an hour of fees to boot,” said Manny.
“But all this makeup ... can you take it off? I have another shoot this afternoon,” I whined.
“You have the extra hour to do that,” said Manny.
Mort stuffed the body stocking into a pocket of my coat then handed me the coat and my shoes. Manny opened the door with a bow and a flourish. Mort pushed me right out onto the sidewalk. Naked. The door closed behind me.
Of course it wasn’t the nakedness that bothered me. It was the cold. The sidewalk was cold under my feet. The air was freezing my ass off, but the sidewalk was worse. I went for the shoes first. I was hopping trying to balance. I bent over with my ass to their door. If I was gonna moon anyone, guess who it would be. The bending made my boobs hang down and the hopping made them bounce and flop. I didn’t exactly feel graceful.
I got one shoe on, then tried for the other one. The balancing got harder on the heel. After some more unattractive bouncing and flopping, I gave up trying to hop. I backed up against the wall of the building and leaned. Then the wall was freezing my ass off. At least I got the shoe on quickly.
I stood straight and looked around. There was no obvious audience for my awkward show and that was a little relief. There were two taxi cabs driving along that street in opposite directions. I had to choose between hailing one of these cabs or putting on my coat and trying for some other taxi. I’d heard that hailing cabs doesn’t work every time and you have to try all the chances you get. I went for a taxi right then. Even after the rudeness of those designers, I felt confident that I could get back to the hotel without waiting an hour for Jerry. I had the cash he’d suggested and the ride from the hotel had only put eight dollars on the meter.
I stepped toward the curb, stretched up to full height and waved at the taxies. I noticed how even the little two-inch heels made my butt jut out in back and my chest thrust out in front. I think the taxi drivers noticed, too. Both of them came to pick me up. About the time they got there, I realized that my coat was still over my arm and my boobs were still jiggling from the waving.
You know the old physics thing that two objects can’t occupy the same space at the same time? Well, I saw two of them try. They sort-of did. They made room for themselves in space that belonged to the other one. The rumpled fenders and steaming grills made it clear that those cabs were out of commission. The drivers were out of the cabs instantly and yelling at each other in a language I don’t understand.
I put the coat on, mostly because I was still cold but I was also a little guilty about the accident I’d caused. Another cab came along in a few minutes and answered my hail. It pulled away with me in it just as a police car arrived.
I had no trouble getting back to the hotel. I was even proud that I remembered to tip the driver. I called Jerry from my room to tell him that the shoot ended an hour early and I was already back.
He responded, “See you at lunch. Remember you start with Ralph at one o’clock.”
The trouble started when I tried to get the makeup off. The lipstick wiped off easily. I tried every soap, cleaner and remover in my room on the whiteface. It wouldn’t budge. My remaining thoughts of Mort and Manny weren’t happy or bouncy, but they were full of mischief – something about ways women use leather to dominate men.
I was in a near panic and very pissed. I remembered the way homework brought me down when I was so happy the day before. Maybe I could use that as a distraction until I could get some help. I did most of another chapter of algebra and it did help me stop thinking of two guys’ heads turning red from something other than hair dye.
A little before lunch time, I decided to go seeking that help I needed. I went downstairs to Ralph’s ‘studio’ looking for Gilda. At first I wanted to hide my face, but why bother. It would make more sense to those who saw me that I was in makeup than that I was naked. I saw Gilda dragging her big wheeled case of stuff through the hall ahead of me.
I stuck my head into the studio and whined, “Help!”
Gilda checked me out. She grabbed my chin to turn my head back and forth and to feel the makeup.
“Paint,” she pronounced. “Where the hell did you get this on your face?”
I told her the short version about Mort and Manny. She nodded knowingly and started cursing under her breath.
“Did you moisturize just before you went there?” she asked.
“Before breakfast?” I answered with a question mark in my voice wondering whether that was good enough.
“That’s good. I have stuff that can strip the paint off you, but it’ll take a layer of skin with it. You’d blush for the rest of the week wherever the paint is,” she said. “This might work the easy way. Let’s have lunch.”
She led me to the buffet. I was wary, but went along. I was mostly afraid of having all the others see me like that. It was much worse than being naked. It was consistent, though, with my quip the night before about being in makeup.
Gilda got two huge slices of rye bread and piled pastrami on them. I grabbed a plate, too and was just ready to start filling it.
“This is yours,” Gilda stated.
She put some cheese slices on the sandwich and then did what she was really there for. She took a little dish of horseradish mustard and added a few drops of dark red Tabasco sauce. She mixed that up and spread it all over my sandwich.
“This is about how much you usually eat, right?” she asked holding the plate out to me.
I nodded and accepted the big sandwich. I sat at a table with Rachel and Helen. They were in a happy conversation and greeted me with friendly smiles. They both stared, but were too polite to ask embarrassing questions. Gilda joined us when she had her own lunch ready. I cut the sandwich into sections so I could eat one without having the rest of the sandwich come apart in my hands. The pastrami and cheese were good since I like things on the spicy side. The mustard was way on the spicy side.
Now, I can eat peppers even though I don’t like to. This spicy sandwich didn’t even challenge me. It was just hot enough to make my face break out in a sweat. The sweating drew a smile of approval from Gilda. She kept looking at me now and then while we ate.
Other people kept looking at the naked girl in whiteface, too. Some thought they were being polite by keeping it under their breath, or maybe they meant for me to hear. There were words like "clown" and "mime."
There was even the quip, "Who would be looking at her hands?"
And then, “At least she’s working.”
I thought back on those comments since then. I don't think any of them were meant to harrass. That wasn't high school. I really was made up like a clown or mime. They weren't laughing or even snickering about me, just trying to guess what I was doing that needed whiteface. At the time, I hadn't thought that through and the comments made me self conscious.
Jerry, Tish, Ralph, Willis and Julian joined us over the next few minutes. They all stared, too.
Tish made Jerry laugh when she said, "Girl, you not white enough already?"
Julian and Ralph didn’t think they needed to be polite.
“What the fuck is that on your face, Emily?” Ralph demanded in a rough tone.
“Leather fetish twins painted her,” Gilda answered for me.
“Well, she can’t do our shoot like that. Get it off her, or get another model,” Julian demanded.
Ralph started cursing and didn’t bother to keep it under his breath. I gathered from what he told Jerry that Mort and Manny are a dangerous combination of inexperienced, overconfident and cheap. They do their own photography that’s sort-of okay, but not up to professional standards. They’re basically honest and will stick to the letter of a contract. I could expect to be paid for the two hours. Using paint for whiteface and being rude to avoid an hour’s model fees are just the sort of thing they do all the time. Jerry promised never to accept a booking from them again and to pass the word around the agency.
Gilda looked at me one time when I was most of the way through my spicy sandwich. She smiled and perked up. She picked at my face with the tip of her fingernail, then grabbed something and pulled. A big sheet of white paint peeled off. She explained how skin oils and sweat can get under paint and loosen it. She peeled some more from the other side of my face and a big sheet from my neck. There was more to do, but everyone, especially Julian, got the feeling that it was under control.
I used the ladies room mirror to see and peel more of the paint. I got it down to just a couple of spots, eyebrows and lashes. Gilda used a skin abrasive to get the last of the spots and left me with red spots she had to make up. She used some powerful stuff to clean brows and lashes. The swabs were mostly dry, so the stuff didn’t get on me. It looked like the stuff bleached the hair, though. Gilda had red mascara and eyebrow pencil as she’d promised. They worked.
Swimwear shoot
Julian came into the studio and started sorting swimsuits.
"Do I pass inspection?" I challenged him.
He inspected me closely, and only some of that was on my face. The cock in his pants and his nod pronounced me acceptable.
My hair wasn’t damaged and Gilda easily put it into my favorite wave that hangs down to my shoulders. I was ready when Tish and Rachel showed up, so she could start on them right away. This shoot is for Katarina’s Hope swimsuit line. We all got casual hair styles. I was naked. Tish and Rachel dropped their clothes to show their freedom from underwear or elastic marks.
The swimsuit line covers the conventional to the extreme for those who want to be modest to those who just want to feel modest. That makes it a big line. The catalog shoot needed the three of us to take turns in front of the camera, sometimes in pairs or all three. We could go fast when one was posing, one was changing and one was ready.
Katarina’s Hope decided to show the tops of two piece suits with the bottoms. I think that’s because they didn’t sell enough tops to be worth the advertising space. It might also be that sales would go down if we made topless look too good.
There were a lot of skimpy bikini styles. The backs ranged from California to Brazilian to thongs – all codewords for varying degrees of cheeky brevity. Only a few full-seat styles could be called modest. At the other extreme was the string thong. Does the term “dental floss” describe it? It would leave a skinny girl’s asshole exposed. Julian decided I was the one who had to wear that. Rachel is just too skinny and Tish is only a little more curvy. My round butt could show off the style without making the catalog too gross.
The fronts had degrees of exposure, too. There were wide triangle-filling styles and there were the narrow strips that really need trimmed pubic hair. All three models were comfortable with those. Julian struck again with the micro style. Not only did it have a thin string in back, there wasn’t much in front. He picked me especially for that suit, too. It had two strings down around my mound. The cloth started right over my labia. I’m actually glad he picked me. It was a great chance to get my little red circle in the catalog. Think that’s why he picked me?
Julian and Willis were all over me helping with bra tops after the night before. I let them slide the narrow strips of the skimpiest tops into place. They did have to be placed just right because they barely covered my areolas. The guys actually did a better job than I could have because they could see better. They sure looked close enough. They also gave a few extra tugs and prods. That was fine with me. They got excited and so did I. Just hope the bulges of my protruding nipples go okay in the catalog.
Some of the suits had underwired bras. They even came with some of the skimpiest bottoms and some had sheer cups. This company, at least, understands the need for support to go along with the sexy exposure. Willis and Julian understood my need to get the tops on just right. They were reaching into the cups to help even without being asked.
They did that a little with Tish until she objected. She didn’t really need help with that simple halter. Ralph had been letting them go with me as long as we stayed on schedule. He understands the fun we were having. He gave the guys a look when Tish said she didn’t want that much help. They didn’t give Tish any trouble. I’m glad they kept me tingling.
Rachel’s skinny frame didn’t get quite the same attention from them. Do you think they knew how little difference it made to Rachel? She and I were together in one pose near the end of the bikini line. When that one broke, she hit another of the things that were getting to me in that session.
“Do these bottoms give you wedgies as much as they do me?” she asked.
“Check the wet spots,” I answered and she returned a knowing smile.
Yep, pulling all those bikini bottoms up into my pussy had me running. Of course, I was pulling them up a little extra hard after the first few.
Most of the one-piece styles were less exciting, at least to look at. The guys had more opportunities to help my boobs into the right places, so I was still getting some excitement. The modest styles typically had hard or padded cups, full seats and full fronts. Some “French cut” legs were bare up over my hip bones in front, but kept everything else covered.
A lot of the one piece suits are supposed to let a woman show off while she gets to feel dressed. There have been tan-through suits around for a long time. They are thin and nearly transparent. They depend on color patterns to fool the observer’s eye into thinking they don’t see anything important. Katarina’s Hope still has those along with the ones in light solid colors that let us see everything.
Toward the very end, they got to some of Katarina’s Hope specialties. These are one piece suits for women who have something to hide, but don’t want to be modest about it. The things to hide are scars, stretchmarks and the like. These suits often have wild cuts, sheer panels in interesting places and very low cut tops.
I got to wear one with a wired supporting bra built in and a solid middle down past the waist. The bottom was a one-inch wide strip from my navel over my mound, pussy and up my ass. Can you imagine a woman sitting at a table looking all modest, then the shock you get when she stands to show off that much?
Another one was chosen for me by Julian. It gave another exposure of my trademark in the catalog. The middle was solid and it had underwire support below the breasts. Everything above the wires and below the top of the hips was sheer – fully transparent. That was the exact opposite of a bikini in its exposure. I think that’s going to be a particularly popular page in the catalog. Great place for my little red circle of pubic hair to show, isn’t it?
Everyone worked hard for three and a half hours. Yes, it was work for those guys to play with my boobs when they couldn’t get any relief. Willis had to spend some time with alternating cameras. He would upload pictures from one while Ralph used the other. He could ‘help’ me a few times before he had to work at the computer again. There weren’t any breaks.
“We sure have the right models this time. Swimsuits were supposed to take this afternoon and half the evening. You three work so hard and have so few problems. You even keep Willis happy,” Ralph said and Willis blushed. “Take a half hour. We’ll do supper early and start on lingerie right after.”
He didn’t let Julian or Willis take the break. They had boxes of lingerie to sort.
I spent a little time in the bathroom, washed off and moisturized where that paint had been. I put on very light eye makeup and lipstick for supper. There might be another reception like the night before. I felt a lot better since the last time I was in my room in that panic. A few algebra problems fell victim to my feeling so good.
The buffet was almost as crowded as the night before. There were some of the same journalists and clients gobbling up the perks again. The bartender didn’t question the girl so sophisticated as to go naked when I got a glass of wine.
Tish and Rachel were there in light, low-cut dresses. I knew by then that they weren’t wearing anything under them, at least nothing that would leave elastic marks. They were with a bunch of other models. They introduced me to two girls who had just arrived for the busy week ahead. They were Ari and Mieko. I joined their group and had to do battle with Tara immediately.
“Ooh, the clown. Couldn’t stand the naked shame, so you had to hide your face?” she tried to start.
“Not clown, goth. These designers wanted their ads for leather to be black, white and gray. They did my face white and let my hair represent blood,” I was really ready to tell that story.
I went into a lot of it, being as funny as I could. The girls all laughed when I acted out being pushed onto the sidewalk naked. I hopped to put on a shoe and bounced my boobs around. They shrieked with laughter and that attracted more models to the group.
“So the leather? It was like ... kinky?” someone asked.
I acted out how some of the snap-open pieces worked and how some of the straps pulled my boobs all askew. I think it was a big hit and showed them that I didn’t take myself too seriously.
Tara and her tararists got off to one side. She chose another moment when the center of conversation was away from me.
“Why do you try so hard? You’re always glammed and ready to be the center of attention,” she challenged.
I looked her up and down with disgust and meowed, “Don’t you wish you were busy enough to get makeup all day. You really do need it.”
“At least I have clothes,” she said.
“You need them, too,” I said and she looked beaten for a second.
“So high school!” Ari sneered and turned her back on both Tara and me.
Willis was behind me. I noticed when I heard him keep laughing. He rescued me by reminding that we were supposed to eat early and get to the shoot.
Buffet service started. I got my usual plate load and sat with Rachel and Tish. Willis had prodded them, too. Some others joined us and some kept socializing. Tara and two of her friends came along. I didn’t think much of it. She could keep coming at me and I’d keep winning. That made me think of what Ari had said. I realized I was winning the battle of wits, but maybe I was losing the war of popularity.
“Damn, that’s a lot of food, Em-i-ly. Oh, yeah. You’re fat,” Tara tried to taunt.
I tried not to say anything and not even react at all. Didn’t work. I took a big mouthful, then bounced in my chair. My friends around the table were snickering before my boobs stopped jiggling. Tara’s friends rolled their eyes. A few minutes later several of the models got up to get more food from the buffet. I wonder if it stayed in them.
Nightie shoot
We finished supper quickly as instructed. Gilda started on our hair and makeup right away. I got it up with ringlets again. Tish’s short curls only go one way and she looks great. Rachel also got hers up. Gilda touched up my brows, lashes and red spots. She even fluffed my little red circle.
Willis and Julian had set up three racks loaded with hanging lingerie – the really seductive, sexy stuff. Katarina’s Hope calls this stuff "Hopewear" because their customers hope they'll get some by wearing it. It’s all soft, light, sheer, brief, revealing stuff.
Julian tried to set us up in the mood he wanted for the shoot, "Hopewear won't make all our customers look like you, but we want them to fantasize that it will."
We did the modeling one at a time. The idea was to be seductive to men, not interact with each other. Some of the two piece sets had lots of elastic, so we got those off as soon as possible. We kept Gilda busy covering up red marks.
Lots of the numbers were sheer or see through stretch lace. Some had ties at the neck or bust line that had to be done just right. Yep, Willis and Julian found ways to help us again. They made sure the clothes were on just right, then Ralph would get several good shots as quickly as he could.
Many of the numbers were designed to come off more quickly than they go on. I had a lot of fun showing that. I’d tug one tie and let something fall off my shoulders and chest or it would fly open and show my trademark. I always gave the camera a direct seductive look trying to say, “Just for you.”
That look got more and more sexy as some of those clothes got me more and more sexy. Some of those light, sheer tops that tie at the neck hang off the tips of my boobs. They tickled my nipples. Julian noticed the nipples getting a little hard. He shook the hanging cloth and it tickled me like a feather would. That picture and all the ones after it had the protruding spots of my hard nipples showing.
The other style that made me feel good was the open crotch panty. I got to wear several. They sort of felt like I was dressed, yet sort of not. I tried to give Ralph two poses for those – with legs and split crotch together, then with them spread just a little.
Tish and Rachel had their own favorite come-on looks and ways to display what the lingerie was designed to do. Julian and Ralph loved them all
Rachel gave me one of her come-on looks, lowered it to that open crotch and my pussy and sighed, “Maybe someday.”
Was that stuff having an effect on her? Was the sight of me turning her on as much as wearing it was doing to me? It all got my mind onto the reactions Katarina’s Hope wanted from their customers. I could just imagine men fantasizing about women in this stuff. I could also imagine women wearing it and getting demanding reactions from their guys. My pussy started running again because the fantasies were really mine.
I realized that my mind was wandering and fantasizing so much because I was getting tired. We were nearly four hours into the shoot. The good part was that we were finished with those racks of clothes. We weren’t finished with “Hopewear” because there were more boxes waiting for the next night’s session.
Ralph told us models that he’d see us for early supper and we could get right with it for another four hours. We groaned, but did it with smiling faces.
Nightie Night
I made a wild guess and went straight to the fitness room with my hair still in ringlets. Sure enough, there was Jerry running his tight little ass off in cute split-seam shorts. My pussy hadn’t quit running from the sexy part of the catalog shoot, and the sight of him in those little shorts without a shirt got to it. Got to me, too.
I walked up beside the treadmill and said it as bluntly as I could, “Wanna fuck?”
“With you? Anytime!” he responded. “If you want to get in a workout of this kind, I can go another 20 minutes.”
I bounced around to get a towel and then to stretch. I did only a quick warmup. The point was to get my heart rate up. It was already there. I did get in 15 minutes with the weights and matched my cool down with Jerry’s.
We had fun drying the sweat off each other again. I think I got more out of it than he did. I was horny from the catalog shoots and from the memory of the night before with him. He dried me and spent a lot of time on my boobs. I was squealing by the time he moved on. He had one end of the towel on my ass with one hand and the other end, and other hand, were in my pussy. I collapsed on him when my knees gave out. I held on with my arms around his shoulders and wriggled my ass for all I’m worth. He held the towel in there and kissed me as much as he could. I came with more squeals and wild wiggling.
He held me until I could stand, then we started for my room. There was as much groping, snuggling and kissing on the way as the night before. I felt it more, though, because my pussy was already sooo sensitive.
He was more gentle. He laid me on the bed and spread kisses from my face to my boobs while his hands worked around my legs and pussy. I squealed immediately and pulled him up into position. My legs went around his ass, lined him up and drove him right in.
“Woah, Emily. You okay?” he asked
“Wonderful. I just came, so I’m as ready as I can get,” I assured him.
His weight on me, hands on boobs, tongue in my mouth and thrusting ass all did their part. I went over right away. I really like the way he does it. My squealing and bucking got to him, too. His hair trigger went off right away. He grunted and rammed his cock into me as far as it would go. I felt pulses of extra pressure when he shot his semen into me. I only had one orgasm that time, but it was intense. He had hit me with that deep thrust right at the peak.
He lay there on top of me for a while. I think we both enjoyed it, but I wanted more. I suggested a shower again. We were only going to get sweaty when we got back to the bed. The shower was really to get him turned on that much sooner.
We set the shower for a warm, gentle flow. We didn’t bother with soap; we just started caressing each other. I rubbed my boobs against him and tried to rub him all over.
“Damn!” he whispered.
He grabbed my boobs in his hands and pushed me by the chest until I was against the wall of the shower. He bent down and put one breast in his mouth. He sucked as much of it in as he could and licked it as fast as his tongue would go. He kept one hand on my other boob and stroked my side and ass with the other hand.
After a minute, he switched sides. I was glad. My other boob wanted that mouth action. My hands were on his head and sometimes rubbed his back and shoulders. It think all that worked rather well. He suddenly stood up and poked my stomach with his hardon – a welcome poke indeed.
He slid me over to the corner of the shower so I’d have more to lean on. He got me standing up rather high, but he still had to squat down. We were both wet, and not just from shower water. He slid his cock in and started thrusting. I held on to his shoulders and dug my fingers in.
His thrusts didn’t slam into me, but the pressure at the end of each one almost lifted me off the floor. They moved me enough to make my boobs bobble. Think that’s what made him do it that way, at least after he saw it the first time?
The effort to stand was a little distracting. I started with plenty of arousal, but I built to climax slowly. Each of those hard thrusts pinched me just right, sent a wave of tingling through me and made a squeal come out. The long time while he drew his cock out and thrust it back in wasn’t quite as exciting. Oh, my labia and vagina felt him moving, but my mind had a chance to think about standing and grabbing at him.
His grunting, groaning climax is what put me over. I came while he did. We had one great orgasm together, then stood there hugging.
“So damn sexy,” he whispered near my ear. “You’re so exciting, then you take me right in.”
“The pleasure is mine, but obviously not all mine,” I answered.
We washed each other well and used our hands to do it. Same with the drying. We snuggled into the bed and just cuddled together. Such a pleasant way to fall asleep.
I woke up sometime later. I didn’t know what time and didn’t care at all. The tingling sensations of arousal were all over my legs, pussy, mound and boobs. Jerry was busy. His hands were working over my legs and pussy. His mouth was bringing my nipples to attention one after the other. I felt his hard cock poking into my leg
“Ooh, yes,” I whispered to let him know that I was awake and feeling his attentions.
I pressed my pussy up into his hand and grabbed the head at my breast by the hair. He slipped a finger into my pussy and licked my nipple. I started the squealing right then. He kept up the finger action while he kissed his way up to my face. The kisses took a detour to my neck and ear.
He had me more than ready and he knew it. He chuckled a little when he lined his cock up with my vagina. He put his tongue in my mouth at the same time his cock entered me. He must have wet himself with my juices, because his cock went all the way in on the first thrust. I came when he pinched my clit.
I got an instant orgasm with all the squealing and bucking that tells him I’m really into it. Every thrust, even every wiggle, spread through me. I squealed constantly through the first orgasm and had barely enough time to catch my breath before the second one started. He was doing everything right and I was really into it. We both like the kissing and the stuff he does to my boobs.
I don’t know whether that second orgasm was really long or if I had a third. Either way, I finished just before he got off in me. I remember the squeals ending and then he drove into me hard and held it.
We both collapsed and he lay on top of me until his cock fell out. He rolled off and separated from me. A few seconds later he got up and brought back a towel. Sweaty Emily was a lot more comfortable after he dried me. I was ready to go back to sleep in his arms. He was really ready for the sleep. We didn’t pull the covers up; we just went to sleep.
I woke up again. Jerry was on his back beside me with his hard, erect cock showing in the dim light. I checked the clock this time. It was 3 AM and nobody had set the alarm. I turned it on and left it set for 5:30. The next order of business was Jerry’s hardon.
I rubbed my pussy, got myself wet and mounted him. I was on my knees and perched over his cock. I worked it into me, spreading my juices a little farther each time. Soon it was going all the way in and my clit would get that pinch that works so well for me. I would rise up and feel his cock moving in my vagina and over my labia. A little of that brought a lot of squealing. I leaned forward so the thrusting motion would drag my mound and clit over him. It wasn’t simple thrusting. I was wriggling around wildly. I leaned a little more so my boobs hung down and my nipples trailed across his chest. The tingling didn’t stop and neither did my squeals, at least until I had the first orgasm.
I kept going. He was still hard and still asleep. Would I take advantage? Damn right I would. It’s not like that wasn’t what he was there for – to fuck me. I sat up again and went back to the rising and thrusting.
Mounting him didn’t wake him up. Thrusting him in and out of me didn’t wake him up. Dragging my clit and boobs across him didn’t wake him up. My wild wriggling and squealing orgasm didn’t wake him up. His ejaculation finally woke him up. He abruptly sat most of the way up, wide awake and realized what was going on. He was in me and coming.
The same realization hit me. That’s what sent me over into my second orgasm. I grabbed him around the shoulders and pulled him close. My boobs worked against his chest and felt great. His sitting position put tighter pressure on my mound and clit. Each thrust felt that much better. He finished his orgasm sometime in there and collapsed back onto the bed. He took me with him. I was lying forward on him with my legs still beside him and under me. I thrust up and down on his cock and rubbed against him as fast as I could. All that squealing must have been terrible that close to his ear.
I finished just as his softening cock fell out of me. I was still shuddering and gasping and just lay on him. He wrapped his arms around me and held me on top of him. That was so cuddly cozy and it went perfectly with the warm glowing I felt. We fell asleep like that with me on him and my legs spread around him.