Swimwear
The alarm radio went off with some really rockin’ stuff that woke me right up. I sat up in bed after I turned it off and it felt like something was missing – sex, of course. I was alone. There was no manly agent in there and no raging morning hardon to ride. I checked the web site for my morning session and any instructions about makeup.
I was scheduled to work a show for an outfit called Splash. They had no specific instructions about clothes and for makeup they said “None.” I was to be there at 8:30 “For scheduled makeup” and the show was to start at 9. I started wondering what they’d do to me this time.
I tried to start a quick shower. There wasn’t anyone to distract me or for me to tease. The gentle tiny drops started to caress my body and I couldn’t help imagining that they were a man’s fingers. I set the shower for a little more pressure. The drops hit me harder. That felt even better, especially on my breasts. My nipples started to react, so I pointed them where they’d catch the most spray.
I’d been imagining a man’s fingers, but there wasn’t a man there. I needed my own fingers. Both hands were soon between my legs. I was leaning against a wall of the shower with my boobs in the stream and a hand rubbing the inside of each leg. My hands would hit my pussy regularly, and not by accident. That changed to constant pressure when I felt like I needed more. The pressure of one finger parted my labia and the pressure of another finger worked its way under my hood. My pussy was running wet enough that a finger went all the way into my vagina on the first push.
I was rubbing around my labia with most of the one hand that had the finger inside. The other hand was working over my clit just the way I like it. The stream of warm water on my boobs kept them tingling, too. I got myself off and made it last. The orgasm swept over me and I just kept moving my hands slowly where they felt best. I didn’t pay attention to anything else, just to that orgasm.
I found myself sitting on the shower floor when it was over. That was a really good one for being self-inflicted, but I’d rather have a sexy guy doing me. It seems like I do myself once and it’s over. A guy keeps going after my first climax and gets me going again and again. All I have to do is lay back and let it happen. I thought of that stuff while I sat there recovering. When I stood up, my nipples were still reacting to the shower spray and the water running down felt good, too. A little touch with the soap to my pussy reminded me that it was still feeling good. Maybe I could do myself again, but it wasn’t as urgent as that first time.
Emily the healthy, athletic model was seriously hungry, but the breakfast buffet wasn’t open yet. I suffered through a little of my homework until it was ready. I was almost the first one there. I piled my plate high and sat to eat. Rachel and Helen came in all perky, smiling and happy. They joined me.
Jerry was there a few minutes later. Besides the happiness that screamed “We just fucked” those two women smirked at Jerry and me like they knew a secret. I sort of blushed, but I didn’t know why. Breakfast went less than quickly because of that.
I got my coat and presented myself outside the hotel lobby. I had to be with the first taxi load to get to my show on time. Jerry was there with no coat. He did have another guy with him. He introduced Dickie to the three of us who were to go in that group. Dickie looks young and cute. That may be partly because he is young. He’s still in college and works as an intern at the New York office. They need just this sort of help during busy times. Dickie was to take this first group. Jerry, Helen and other agents were to take later ones.
Dickie hailed a cab, loaded us in and gave the driver all the right directions. We models got to our shows on time.
Splash turned out to have a small suite of offices in part of an old building. They’d arranged a conference room in the middle of their suite as a dressing room. There were six racks of swimwear, some so skimpy they needed hangers just to keep from getting lost on the floor. The guy who greeted me pointed me at the third rack. I left my coat on a hanger there. The guy gave me a big smile because I was ready so quickly.
Maurice, the show manager and one of the assistant designers, explained that a lot of the dressing room facilities are permanent because they do most of the same show every season. There was no runway. We were to walk out one conference room door, around a U-shaped hall and back in the other door. The press and customers were to be in chairs lining both sides of the hall. We would be giving up-close and personal views of the swimwear.
Two other girls were in makeup chairs having their hair done in full manes. Their bodies looked a lot like mine – athletically strong with big curves in exactly the right places. They had deep overall tans – the sort of deep bronze that nobody really does any more. I could see all that, of course, because they were sitting there entirely in the nude.
Maurice led me to a shower room. It had two spray heads and room for two people. I passed another shower room just like it with another naked, athletic girl in it. A woman was fitting a shower cap on her head.
“Don’t worry. This stuff will stay on even if you sweat. It comes right off with soap. There will be plenty of time for you to shower it off after the show,” Maurice tried to put me at ease, but got my concerns going again.
Another woman came in and put a shower cap on my hair. It didn’t work out the last time that happened. I was concerned again. That doubled when the spraygun came out. She started blasting me with an artificial tan that was going everywhere. She told me to close my eyes when she did my face. I opened them again when she sprayed low enough to get my boobs. She paused for a moment to wipe some of the tan stuff off my areolas. They were still a little darker than the tan skin after that.
While she was at a stop, I pointed to my pubic hair and asked, “Can we keep this red?”
The woman cut some tape to the right size and covered my trademark circle. She then sprayed my everything. She got my tummy, back, legs and even feet. She sprayed upward to get tan stuff to my pussy and into the crack of my ass. She took off the tape and shower cap when she was finished. I was deep bronze tan and red. I stood there for a few minutes while the tan stuff dried and the hairdresser finished with the girls in the chairs.
The model from the other shower and I got our hair done next. I got a style that was close to my normal wave, but a little more full.
Two men came into the dressing room, stripped and went into the showers. I couldn’t take my eyes off them and I couldn’t get the smile off my face. Two of the other girls watched like nothing was special. The other one was wide-eyed and looked shocked.
Those two guys were built like Dan except their cocks were more like Kelly’s. Their cocks were down, softly dangling and in that normal range where size doesn’t matter. An unusual thing for guys was that they were completely shaved. Their whole package and all its pieces weren’t hidden by anything. The rest of their bodies were damn well built with bulging muscles everywhere. Their faces were classically handsome with the slightest whisker stubble giving them a little shadow. I took them to be twentysomething, but that shadow made them look a little older. All-in-all, they looked like they’d be a fun fuck.
When my hair was done and firmly sprayed in place, I got to meet and talk to the other girls. As expected, we have a lot in common. All the physical stuff we have in common is matched by our ages. We all have to be young because this body style was completely rejected a few years ago. This designer certainly went for the type when he hired us. It turned out he had to go to three different agencies to get four models with this body type.
Monique is a junior in high school, 17, and her sport is swimming. She does have better looking shoulders than legs.
Danica is also a junior and 17. Her sports are tennis and track. She has rippling back and shoulder muscles and no creases mark the transition between her ass and legs.
Sarah is 16 and a sophomore. She’s into cheerleading as the bottom of the pyramid and a thrower for aerials. She has great legs, an extra strong back and she’s a little thicker in the middle. Ya gotta have some place for all that strength.
I mentioned being the youngest, but I wasn’t feeling as shy as some of them were acting. I mentioned my three sports and went into how the Program helped get me out of my shell as well as out of my clothes.
Monique has been modeling for about a year. She’s done the Program, too, and likes the look of naked boys. Those two in the showers were men, though, and a lot more cool about their nakedness than boys are.
Sarah goes to an all-girls school. They do the Program because their state makes them but with no boys around, it’s just not the same experience. Sarah was really nervous about these naked men.
Danica’s school has the Program, so she’s seen naked boys, touched several and has even given relief in class. She didn’t think she needed the Program if she could do this modeling and get along with the naked men.
Not only had the designer picked models with curvy, athletic bodies, he chose young students with Program experience. None of us objected to doing things in the nude. That line of swimsuits was no job for someone wearing panties.
Those men sat in the hairdressers’ chairs. They got quick combs and sprays, then came over to meet us girls. They both kept their eyes on us and never even glanced at each other. I should have taken it as the first clue that they kept their cocks down and soft while looking us over so closely. They introduced themselves as Ellis and Ron. They’d done this designer’s show last year. Danica had also. Those guys spoke with deep, resonant voices. They said such friendly things, too. Those voices resonated all the way down to my pussy. I wasn’t receptive to clues after that.
“I see they went for the athletic build again. Pretty soon, your type will take over,” Ron predicted in a voice so deep it seemed to come from his balls.
“Sooner the better. You four look like you can handle yourselves, not like frail matchsticks,” Ellis added in an even deeper voice.
My pussy wanted those guys right then and got wet enough to let me know that. I smiled enough to let them know I appreciated the compliments. Maurice’ summons to a huddle was the only thing that kept me out of a full blown fantasy.
We met Aldo, the premier designer of the studio. He instructed us to make eye contact and smile at the customers even if they weren’t looking at our faces. He expected their eye level to be right at our asses where they could see the swimsuits in all their detail. He also pointed out that the EarlyLook camera was in an office at the end of the first hall. We were to stop and turn for the camera at a white mark on the floor.
We broke to get into our first numbers. All the suits were skimpy or sheer or both, about like the others I modeled. My first was a micro bikini. It had a top with “cups” as wide as my areolas and a bottom that started below my trademark red circle. I got it on and as well lined up as I could from my own point of view. I really did need help with this style when I did it the other times.
I was to follow Ron who had the second rack. He had his eyes firmly on Danica in front of him. She was standing sideways to him showing everything she has through her sheer one-piece suit. I got behind Ron at the door and asked for help. He checked me out and adjusted the right side of my top – all in a completely professional manner.
“Thanks, Ron,” I said. “Let me help with this, too.”
Ron had a tiny thong – more of a posing suit than swimwear. Its strings rode low on his hips – his very tight and narrow hips. I think the bubbles of his butt were the only thing holding it on. The pouch in front started really low. Plenty of hair would show if he wasn’t so completely shaven. His soft package almost filled the pouch. His softness after checking out Danica was a clue I wasn’t tuned in to. “Almost” because one of his balls had escaped. The testicle was dangling in his scrotum just outside the edge of the pouch. I lifted the elastic edge of the pouch and gently tucked his ball under it – all in a completely professional manner. Well, it looked professional to him and anyone else watching. I think I put a wet spot on my bikini bottom.
He blushed deeply, forced a smile and whispered, “Thanks.”
Danica squeaked and turned her back while I tucked Ron’s ball in. She’d had her eyes on his face and maybe shoulders. She didn’t dare look down low enough to see that loose ball. I think Danica was wrong about needing the Program. She’d have a lot more fun if she was comfortable enough to check out guys’ sexy parts. Ron didn’t notice it either, and I didn’t understand that at all. Maybe they both need the Program.
Danica’s number was introduced and she started walking. Her model’s walk made her big C cups jiggle and her ass wiggle a lot. Ron went next. He didn’t do a model’s walk. Men don’t wiggle and jiggle – at least not on purpose. All that neat stuff in his pouch jiggled nicely without any special moves on his part.
Ellis came up behind me, then Sarah. He gave me a nice smile. I checked him out. His briefs were sheer and left absolutely nothing to the imagination. My return smile was mostly coy. I’m sure there was a wet spot on my bikini bottom by then.
Sarah kept her eyes up and wore a look that said, “I don’t wanna see; I don’t wanna know.”
I just rolled my eyes. She could have so much fun with a more comfortable outlook. She seemed to be okay with her topless one-piece. This one had a bikini-style bottom that rode so low even her curvy ass couldn’t hold it on. It had thin string straps from about her hip bones that crossed between her boobs, went over her shoulders and met at the crack of her ass. That low-riding suit would show a plumber’s crack if it weren’t for those strings. It really showed off her rippling abs and full, round tits. Ellis looked her over, smiled and nodded his approval. That got a tiny smile from Sarah.
They announced my micro and I started walking between the rows of chairs in the hall. I came face to trademark with most of the audience. All the chairs were full and some customers had to stand at the corners of the hall where there was a little room.
The first stretch of the hall would have run straight into someone’s office but for the corner. The EarlyLook camera was set up in the doorway of that office. It had great shots of us as we approached and when we stopped on the mark in front of it. I got the expected six flashes. I doubt there were any less with all the skimpy and see-through suits in this line.
We paraded back into the dressing room after the walk around the hall. We each stripped out of our first suits before any elastic marks set in. We got into our next numbers and checked each other out. We exchanged a lot of approval and support and often adjusted or positioned things. After my episode with Ron’s ball, the girls helped the guys more. Sarah took a little longer to get with that, but she did eventually.
The guys helped the girls a lot, but never even looked at each other. I’ve seen that in the boys’ locker room – guys try hard not to look at each other. Maybe they’re afraid of being tagged as gay.
The line had lots of swimsuits. Some of them even covered the bodies wearing them. This year’s trend seems to be styles that support or feel like they dress you, but they’re sheer. We went through our racks and mostly made good friends with each other. Sarah was finally able to look the guys over even when they were showing a lot. The guys never glanced at each other.
Monique’s last item brought lots of applause. Ron was already in the dressing room and naked when Ellis finished his last walk. Ellis stripped off the baggy, knee-length shorts and Ron jumped him.
“Finally! I can’t wait to get you home. I need you now!” Ron blurted.
The men fell into a tight hug and exchanged an obviously loving kiss. We couldn’t tell which tongue was in which mouth when. I was sure it was changing a lot. When they broke the clinch, their cocks were straight up and hard.
Oh. My. Gawd. All those clues I’d missed came back. Those guys didn’t care if the girls were naked. They avoided each other to keep from getting aroused. After their kiss, they went into one of the showers arm-in-arm. The moans and sucking sounds from that shower left little doubt. We couldn’t tell who blew whom first, but it lasted long enough for both of them to get their turn.
Maurice and Aldo asked Sarah and me to delay our showers and re-show our first numbers. Some of the women customers were so taken, or shocked, by the nearly naked men that they missed us following. That was fine with me. It put us into our third hour. It also settled that Danica and Monique would get the other shower first.
I started walking the micro again. Several customers and reporters had questions or just wanted to meet me. Some did the same for Sarah. I didn’t actually finish the walk. I got caught in conversations all along the way. The women got their second chance at what I was modeling and the men got a chance at me. I was friendly, but stuck to business. Maurice liked it that way.
The customers and reporters left. The designer’s staff was talking about celebrating over lunch. Sarah and I finally got to shower off the tan stuff. I headed to one shower and she went toward the other.
“We’ll have to wash each other to get all this off,” I pointed out.
Sarah agreed and joined me. She pretty much washed me clean. I started washing her. Maurice was right. The tan stuff stayed on in just water, but a little soap took it right off. She smiled at me when I washed most of her body. She felt all soft with firm strength under her skin. That’s different than the hard-built guys I’ve done it with so far. Her smile was extra bright when I was working over her big boobs. Her nipples got hard and her areolas started swelling. She thrust them at me as if demanding more. She seemed to be ready for something sexy in that shower. This made a great opportunity for me to experiment.
She got more. I licked her nipples and sucked on them. I snuggled against her, too. This was my first time trying to make out with a girl. It was just instinctive that I treated her the way I would treat a guy I was trying to arouse. Those boobs make great targets. I know how sensitive they can be.
I also know about girls’ pussies. My hand went down her front while my mouth was at her chest. I stroked her labia and legs. She pressed against my hand – a sure sign that she was getting aroused.
“We learn how to please each other in a girls’ school,” she whispered. “But I thought you were strictly interested in men.”
“I’ve wanted to experiment and I’ve been licked by my best friend, Pam. Hope you enjoy what I do,” I replied.
I kept up the hand action on her pussy and the mouth action on her boobs. She stroked my sides and chest when she could reach. She pressed her pussy against my hand and pressed harder when I tried to slip a finger inside her. I rubbed the inside of her vagina and found where she was most sensitive. I could tell because the moaning got more intense. My other hand got to her clit. She twitched around with every touch on her little nub. She started to wobble on her legs and had to hold on to me. I rubbed her faster and harder when she moaned. My tongue ran around her nipples and she leaned into me so I could get all the boobs I wanted.
The rubbing and the moaning built to a climax. She stiffened, let out a sharp squeal and shuddered for a few seconds. She lifted my head up and I saw this bright smile on her face.
It was her turn. She backed me into the corner of the shower and started stroking my body. Her eyes gleamed with mischief. She started kissing and licking her way down my front and her hands reached around to grab my ass. That’s when my squealing started. She kept her hands around my ass and legs while her kisses went past my boobs and down my tummy. She got to my pussy and kept kissing and licking. Those arms around me did their work to hold me still when I was trying to buck or wriggle.
I wondered for a minute how she was doing all that to my pussy. She got the feelings going so strongly that I didn’t care. I only felt sexy sensations from my labia and clit. I’m pretty sure fingers were involved toward the end, but that’s not what I was paying attention to. I came and my knees went weak. When the orgasm was over, at least enough for me to be aware again, Sarah was leaning on me to hold me up against the wall.
I liked that as much as when Pam did it to me. I really wanted to learn how to do it and started to ask Sarah. She was washing off her face, then she turned off the shower water. That would have been the perfect time to ask and she could have received the benefits. There was a problem, though. With the shower off, the place was too quiet. It seemed like we were deserted. I could hear exactly one thing – my cell phone ringing.
I grabbed a towel from the rack outside the shower and dried myself as I ran to my coat. A little fumbling with the purse in its pocket produced the phone. I was still under the influence of Sarah’s sexy performance. The call was from Dickie. He was going to pick me up outside this building in five minutes for an interview over lunch.
The place wasn’t quite deserted. Maurice had stayed, but had kept out of sight while we were showering.
“I guess you deserved your private pleasure, girls. You were so nice to the customers after you got used to it. Thanks so much,” he complimented.
Sarah got the “after you got used to it” part. She had been so nervous with those guys around. She blushed, mumbled a thanks and went off to get dressed. I blushed a little, too, about his hearing our “private pleasure.”
Maurice confided to me, “You were with it from the start. Great job. You got all the votes from this place.”
He turned and left before I could ask what all this vote stuff is about. I got my coat and snuggled into it. Sarah was almost dressed, so I waited for her to walk out with me. She gave me an affectionate peck on the cheek before we got outside.
“See you around when they need our type. There aren’t many of us,” she said.
“I know. It’s fun to get the attention,” I replied.
“That’s because you’re naked,” she said rolling her eyes.
Dickie was waiting in a cab when we got outside, so I left with him right away. The trip to the hotel was quick. After that I had ten minutes to myself then had to meet the reporter, Mr. Mesh of the fashion weekly, in the fancy hotel restaurant. The agency was picking up the tab, all I had to do was sign. They do like to treat the press well.
I got to the restaurant first and felt pressed to make it to the afternoon show, so I ordered right away. I had a salad in front of me when Mr. Mesh arrived. He ordered a beer and hamburger. He had me tell about my background over the salad. You already know more than I told him. He was awed that the gorgeous model sitting naked at the table with him was only 15. His eyes were on my boobs almost all the time. Maybe he was interviewing them. He asked if I was naked all the time.
“I usually dress. That’s mostly when it’s someone else’s turn in the spotlight. On this trip, I’m showing off. Didn’t even bring any clothes. I’m living naked this week,” I answered.
His hamburger arrived at the same time as mine. He’s used to models limiting their lunch to a nutrition-free bowl of lettuce. The fancy restaurant’s half-pound, fully loaded hamburger isn’t what he expected me to eat. It was delicious, filling and satisfied my carnivorous urges.
“So are you a naturist? Pure body and all that?” he asked.
“Hardly,” I responded eyeing the greasy burger to emphasize the point. “Nudity is sexy to me. It leads to sexual interest, then sexual activity. A fucked Emily is a happy Emily.”
“I see. That may be why our pictures from last night show you having a lot of fun,” he observed. “There have been a lot of reports of you having fun and working hard at your shows and shoots this week. Do you know how big a splash you’re making here this season?”
“My agent sure has me busy enough – days and evenings. I just do my best,” I responded. “Speaking of that, I have a show this afternoon and have to get there at one.”
At that I gulped the last of my hamburger and washed it down with the last of my cola. I stood to leave and gave Mr. Mesh his first look at me below the chest. He swallowed hard and stared at my pussy. I think it hadn’t fully recovered from the licking Sarah gave it. I hope he saw what I meant about being naked for the sexiness.
I left the restaurant after the waitress caught me at the door. I had to sign the check. One bathroom stop and a grab of my coat later, I met Dickie for the ride to the afternoon show.
Gaudy evening dresses
That show was supposed to be high class evening wear. All the models were from our agency. Rachel, Tish and two others were already there. Tara and two others rode with me – eight in all. The racks of dresses had draped skirts that hung from the hips and curved back up. Most of them left a separation or slit at the sides. Some had the separation at the front and back. The tops were sparse. They had straps and stings that left our boobs showing. Big feathers hung from the shoulders or sprouted from the waist in front of our chests.
All the dresses were in patches of bright primary colors with black edging and straps. The feathers were in wildly contrasting colors. These dresses were certainly bright and might be called sexy if breast exposure is all you need for that.
All the models were getting makeup and hair done. The makeup was a pale light beige on our faces, even on Tish. She laughed at the effect. She laughed even more at the black lipstick and eye makeup. Our hair was pulled back tightly. That pulled our ears up and pulled our eyes into thin slits. This show was turning out to be one of those that was more work than fun. At least they left my hair red.
The designer was Floyd of New York. He was working as the show manager. We figured out why he’d hired a professional announcer when he flounced in to meet us. He was flamboyant and swished like the most blatant stereotype. He even talked with a high voice and a lisp.
He looked around until he spotted me. He pranced over and led me to my rack of dresses.
“Oh, wonderful. The healthy one. You get this assortment, dear,” he said pointing at my rack. “I want you to do the entertainment. Smile. Be coy and sexy. Act like you’re sneaking to get away with something that’s not allowed. At the end, you’ll be doing shock and awe. You don’t mind being exposed, do you? Oh. Naked. Of course you don’t mind.”
“If that’s how you want the designs presented ...” I responded showing him all my body.
Floyd rolled his eyes and looked away, “Oh, one of those who thinks straight is fun.”
He called the models together and instructed us to be worse than serious – to be severe and dour in complete contrast to the bright, cheerful dresses.
“... except you!” he said pointing at me.
The clothes on my rack seemed to be a little smaller than the other models had. The skirts were shorter and the tops skimpier. I didn’t mind. I just put on the first one. It was stringy above the hip-riding waistband except for two wide fluffy feathers that stuck up in front of my chest. The puffy skirt draped to about mid-thigh and rose to a separation at the sides of my hips.
I tried a model walk in that thing. My wiggling hips swept the feathers back and forth across my boobs. They tickled! They got my nipples hard and they felt good. They also let my boobs peek out on every sweep. That was my chance to look coy and have some fun with the audience.
I was going last, right after Tara. The announcer called my number and I walked on stage. I kept my face serious and my eyes up at first. The feathers flashed my boobs at every step. By the time I started onto the half-circle catwalk in front of the stage, I could legitimately show a sexy look on my face. My boobs were in full bloom and the hard nipples were noticeable.
I looked mortified about my exposure for a while. When I got near some of the audience, I started to look like I was feeling the arousal. I kept that look away from the stage like I was being sneaky. I barely caught sight of Floyd at the back of the audience checking out my performance. I saw the EarlyLook shots later. They caught my face at its most coy, sheepish or even orgasmic all through the show.
I didn’t think she’d seen me, but Tara remarked at one point, “You’re screwing up all over the place. Didn’t you hear? You’re supposed to be serious out there.”
Rachel and Tish had figured it out. They poked me with elbows, snickered and repeated, “Screw-up.” I wiggled my hips and giggled back at them. Rachel scowled at the boob show she was getting. I generally ignored Tara.
Floyd personally helped me into my last number. I had a deep neckline with feathers down from my shoulders over my boobs. The skirt draped down at the sides, barely covered my ass in back and was split almost up to my pussy in front.
“This is supposed to be the real shocker. Someplace out there where a lot of the audience can see, step on this string. Try it now,” he instructed, showing me a string that dangled down to the floor in front.
I stepped on the string and took a big step like I was walking. The dress opened all the way down and my whole front was exposed. I had been afraid my trademark wouldn’t get any exposure in this show. That ‘accident’ was great.
“Oh, sweety! That’s delicious. It’s exactly what I’m after to tease all those hets in the audience,” he exclaimed.
He and an assistant strung the dress back together and pronounced me ready. The last number was announced when Tara was on the catwalk. I started out with the usual serious look. Instead of getting sexy, coy or comical, this time I got clumsy. Just when I started the half-circle catwalk, where everyone could see me, I stepped on the string. The dress did its malfunction.
I got a look of fear that asked “What do I do now?” and kept walking. The open dress showed my pussy and trademark. My boobs also pulled the top open and got more exposure of their own.
Tara rounded the end of the catwalk and saw me “screwing up” again. If looks could kill, she’d be a murderer. By then I was wiggling and shaking everything and giving the audience a sexier look. I was smiling and strutting when I got the end of the catwalk, then suddenly got into my serious character again before I turned away from the audience.
Floyd came on stage and met me at about the middle. He caught my arm and had me stand with him for the final pictures and the applause. The dress was still wide open. Tara looked back from the dressing room with fire in her eyes. The announcer had mentioned all the models’ names before our first number and repeated mine again.
I didn’t think he’d do it, but Floyd kissed me on the cheek. His tight pants showed no sign that he had any other interest in me, though.
“Wonderful job, darling. I’d hate to lose you to an acting career. You have our votes,” he whispered to me.
The question burned in me, but that wasn’t the time or place to ask what all that vote stuff was about.
Helen picked us up in two cabs. Tara made a point of riding in the one where I wasn’t. She watched me until I got in one, then took the other. Rachel made a point of getting in the cab with Helen. She even had the agent sit in the back seat. Rachel was between me and Helen and wasn’t paying any attention to me. We got a little rest and I did a little homework before supper.
I got to the buffet at the start of the reception, or happy hour, and got a glass of wine. Lots of models gathered around me as they arrived. I was describing Floyd’s fashions and acting out how the feathers worked. I also showed the faces I did. More and more of the models around me were naked. There were six of us during the reception. Our little group didn’t mention the nudity at all. I think the others were all more comfortable with it being normal – not special enough to rate remarks.
Tara wasn’t among the naked ones, but you could guess that by now. She and some tararists came around.
“You so screwed up that show, naked bitch. Now you’re making fun of the fashions,” she sneered.
“Well, they were outlandish, and he gave me the ones that were absolutely comical,” I replied.
“You really didn’t deserve to pose with the designer after you screwed up and tried to be so sneaky,” she challenged.
“I guess he didn’t see it that way ... or maybe just didn’t see it,” I teased.
“How did that one fall open? Why did you leave it that way?” she didn’t have a clue.
“How else am I going to show off all my nakedness?” I teased even more.
She left in a huff. I think Tish took her aside and explained the entertainment factor. I hoped she didn’t take it too hard that she’d been so clueless.
Rachel, Tish and I got our food as soon as the buffet was ready. All the naked models from that group and one more who got there at the last minute joined us at a table. We kept up the light conversation, mostly about not-so-good designs we had to model. There was a lot of laughing and carrying on at our table. There were lots of scowls from Tara and her table of tararists. She seemed to be taking something the wrong way.
End of the Catalog
Rachel and Tish went to Ralph’s “studio” before I finished my food. I got my turn with Gilda when they were finished.
The club, dance and party dresses were scheduled to take two evening shoots to finish the Katarina’s Hope catalog. We’d started them the evening before and we regularly beat Ralph’s schedule. He was pushing a little harder this time.
Those dress styles were revealing, risqué, peek-a-boo, and just plain falling off. The plan was to take four shots of each dress – two straight and modest, then two showing off what the dress revealed. With this crew of models, he expected to get good shots that satisfied him with only a little risk of redo.
My first dress was a little low cut. It had strings around my neck and down over my boobs almost to my areolas. The dress started by hanging from my nipples. It draped across my chest and around my back just above my ass. It had a loose skimming skirt to about mid-thigh. In a straight-on shot, it looked like fun for dancing, but not that immodest. From the side it showed almost my whole boob on the top, side and underneath. There was a clear tunnel from side to side inside the dress under my bustline.
Julian determined that he needed to check how these dresses lined up on us – at least on me. This time I didn’t agree, but I let him have his fun again. I couldn’t tell whether he liked the hard points of my nipples showing in the dresses or the soft feel of my breasts in his hands. Probably both. He kept it up all evening and kept my nipples up, too.
My favorite was backless with narrow cloth over boobs to the hips at the sides. The back draped just low enough not to show a plumber’s crack until the woman started dancing. The front draped even lower. The dress fell below the hip bones then across in front of my mound. It needed tape to stay up just under my circle of pubic hair. From my boobs to my pussy, that dress was frontless, too.
Falling off styles are designed to cover for a while, then malfunction on cue. One had a tight waist and light frilly skirt. Above the waist was a wide, flat stretched cloth that split about half-way to my boobs. The two side cloths had to hook over the tips of my boobs to stay on them. Any bouncing or jiggling would snap them off and they would fall between my boobs. Oops!
I put that one on and Julian lined up the top. He stretched it and lined it up so it was barely snagged on my pointed nipples. I guess he had them excited for a reason. Ralph was changing cameras and Rachel was waiting for him. I danced around in front of Rachel and bounced a little. The dress fell off and my boobs popped out. I kept dancing and Rachel just stared. When Ralph was ready, he shooed me away with a toss of his head. He scowled at how long Rachel took to get her pose and expression.
We were supposed to stop at ten, but we only had two more dresses each. Ralph asked and everyone but Gilda agreed to keep working. We could finish and save all the setup and makeup for only a few minutes work the next evening. We models really liked the idea of an evening off. We went through those last dresses at the same pace as the others and finished in just a few minutes.
Ralph was picking up the cameras and lights. Willis was picking up the computer and backgrounds. Julian was packing away all those dresses. Gilda was long gone to her family event. Tish caught one look from Rachel and split. I noticed, but didn’t react. Rachel and I walked out together.
We got to a corner of the hall. Rachel caught me, grabbed me and rammed her tongue down my throat. I squirmed and struggled just enough to get a hand between us and ram it down her pants. I grabbed her pussy and discovered it was wet. She pressed against my hand and that got us both more excited. My finger went right in and my thumb found her clit. She started squealing like I usually do.
She broke the kiss, but looked like she didn’t want to. She stepped away so my hand came out of her pants.
“I thought you only liked it with Jerry,” she said. “It’s great fucking your agent, isn’t it.”
“Huh?” I acted like I didn’t know what she was talking about.
“We saw him coming out of your room last night, not wearing much more than a big smile,” She revealed what was behind the looks at breakfast.
“Oh, like your not screwing Helen. I dare you to tell me you’re not,” I challenged.
She smiled and replied, “That’s how I know it’s great. I do have to see her tonight. I was just hoping to get a reaction from you after you teased me so much. That was a helluva reaction.”
“A girl and I? We did each other in a shower this morning. I’m not as truly straight as you think,” I confessed. “I do like cock, though. If you’re going to see Helen, I’ll try to find Jerry.”
She pointed a finger at my face and said, “Someday ...”
I hoped my smile said, “Bring it on.”
She took it that way and we were all coy and giggly on the way up in the elevator. She even kissed me goodnight just before it stopped.
Jerry wasn’t in the fitness room. We had finished the shoot so late that he probably finished his workout. I looked at the machines and weights, but decided I wanted sex, not weightlifting, for my exercise. I called Jerry from my room. He sounded really happy to hear from me. He invited me to his room for a change. It was on the same floor just around the corner from mine.
I went around that corner just in time to see Helen going into a room. She smiled and we exchanged waves. Rachel’s pretty face popped out of that door and she smiled at me, too.
Jerry must have been watching for me. He opened the door before I knocked. I stopped at the door to admire his entire naked self. He was anticipating the same thing I was and was hard enough to follow through. He grabbed my arm and pulled me into the room and into his hug. I pressed against him and felt that hard cock between us. That’s what I wanted, but I wanted it in me.
I got some of his tongue first. He held me tightly and kept the kiss going while I just melted. I’d had enough from modeling, from Julian and especially from Rachel to make me ready. After we’d kissed for a while, he was the only thing holding me up. I did have enough energy to squirm and wriggle against his cock.
He got the message and tried to carry me to his bed. It’s more like he dragged me there. He laid me out gently, got all of me on the bed and then pounced. His hands and mouth went to work starting with my face and chest. All that attention worked its way down my front. I started squealing lightly before he even got his mouth to my boobs.
He understood how much I was anticipating when he touched my very wet pussy. My squeal and pressure against his hand certainly drove the point home. He didn’t wait any longer to drive his point home. Two of his deep thrusts put me over. I was wriggling and squealing under him and he was pounding in deeply.
I’m glad I came quickly because he didn’t last long at all. It was good enough, but there was only one orgasm. Once is never enough and Jerry knows that. I knew we’d be at it again soon enough.
He rolled off and leaned against me. He propped his head up on one arm so he could see my whole front. I just lay there letting him look me over. His other hand went to my breasts. He really likes playing with them. I liked the idea that he’d get hard again sooner if his attention was on his favorite toys.
I had a chance to tell him about my day of shows and that the Katarina’s Hope catalog shoot was finished early.
“Note to self,” he said. “Emily needs work Wednesday night.”
“Note to Jerry,” I protested. “Emily needs Wednesday night off for lots of sex.”
“You’re the easy one to get work for,” he explained. “I have to work harder for some of the other newer models, especially the ones as shy as you were last season.”
At that he leaned over, kissed me and squeezed my boob. He leaned his hard cock against me and I realized how ready he was. He worked me over just enough to get my wetness to the surface, then climbed on and got back in me. That was just fine with me. I went right to wrapping him with my legs and bucking as wildly as I felt like.
Jerry went with the bucking and matched the rhythm of his thrusts to me. We were both working on each other. I came right away. I was lost in the squealing, bucking and thrusting. The sexy sensations kept my attention off anything else. When that orgasm ran its course, I found myself where I was when it started – being pounded by Jerry. Another wave of the same thing swept over me. This lay was beginning to show real promise.
That second orgasm came to a shuddering close. Jerry was still thrusting his hard cock into me and keeping up with my bucking hips. I relaxed for a moment, but it only lasted a moment. Jerry’s hands were on my boobs and his thrusting action was getting to my clit again. I didn’t try to start the bucking and squealing again, they just came as natural reactions to all that exciting action.
For me, the third orgasm of a triple is the deepest – the one where I’m most swept away. That how it went. I was lost in the sensation again and I loved it. When I came out of it, I was completely tense all over and so was Jerry. He was thrust into me as far as he could go and was holding it there while he came. I squeezed him with the legs around his ass. He was squeezing my boobs almost hard enough to hurt.
He finished and collapsed on me. He kept up a few little wriggles as he got soft. After his cock slid out of me, he rolled over onto his back. I snuggled beside him this time. I gave him a few tender kisses and he returned them. He had a most satisfied smile on his face while he fell asleep. I didn’t stay awake much longer. I went to sleep with my head using his shoulder for a pillow.
It was about an hour later when I woke up. I hopefully probed his cock and was delighted to find it up and hard. I climbed on him and started pressing it into me. It got wet from my juices and a few presses and rises spread the wetness all over it. I was up and down on him and enjoying every thrust after that.
“Enjoying yourself, Emily?” he asked when he woke up.
“You know it. You know I enjoy a sexy man all night,” I replied in a way I thought would be encouraging.
He ran his hands over my legs, tummy and boobs. That added to the thrill I was getting from my clit and vagina. I did another orgasm with wild wriggling all over him. I could keep it feeling its best while the orgasm ran its course. Jerry helped and then held me when I collapsed on him at the end.
“Flip over,” he whispered.
It took a few seconds, but I rolled off him. I really did want him to get on top and keep going. That’s just what he did. He got on and in me, then got his rhythmic thrusting going again. That had me in another orgasm in almost no time. That orgasm lasted and lasted. It didn’t seem to reach a single climax, but kept me in its throes for a long time.
Jerry was finished and getting quite soft when I finished that long orgasm. He slid out of me while I was still shuddering and gasping. He cuddled with me until I was fully recovered, then suggested a shower.
You know how I am in the shower with a guy by now. I ran my boobs all over him, kissed, snuggled and teased. He accepted all of that and gave me back some gropes of my ass and pussy. He didn’t get hard, though. He dried me softly and tenderly. He dwelled on my boobs as expected and gave me a lot of compliments as he dried his favorite parts. He let me dry him and be as playful with his cock as I wanted. He stayed soft the whole time. He must have been worn out.
“Gotta tell ya, Emily,” he said. “I did so much better today after the good night’s sleep. Monday was a real problem.”
He picked up my purse from where I dropped it by the door. He handed me the purse and gave me a tender hugging kiss.
“Good night,” he whispered. “You really are a great girl and a great lay.”
With that he gently pushed the very shocked Emily out of his room. I did manage to squeak a “good night” back to him before the door closed. He was right, of course. We both needed sleep more than we needed more sex at that point. As I’d said to the reporter, a fucked Emily is a happy Emily. I felt all kinds of happy when I crawled into my bed that night.