Do I have to get up?
I heard the alarm go off in the morning, but I just rolled over with my back to Rachel. She was stirring and it didn’t take her long to come after me. What she was doing felt good, but at that moment, sleep felt better. I let her do stuff because it would take too much effort to make her quit.
She kept going and did all the right stuff. She cuddled up behind me and felt all cozy warm. She was nibbling on my ear and neck. Her hands came around me and gently stroked by stomach and breasts. That much actually put me back to sleep. I no more than dozed off before she reached for my pussy. That woke me up again and started to feel really good. My first squeals were soft, closed-mouth little ones.
Rachel got it that I was starting to respond. She pulled me over onto my back. I met her smiling face with kisses. She raised up from the bed a little so I could snake an arm under and around her. That let her snuggle right beside me. Her hands and kissing action kept going and kept getting me aroused. I didn’t do any more than kiss back and give little squeals, though.
I just lay there when her kisses started to travel down my body. Her hand already had my nipples out and hard. Her tongue felt so good when it licked them. She had both hands at my pussy by then – one in front and one under my ass. I think that’s when my mouth opened and the squeals got a little more intense. Rachel looked up at my face and smiled. She knew she was really getting to me then.
Her kisses traveled farther down my body. Her hands had my pussy wet and ready. Her tongue didn’t disappoint me or my pussy. She licked up my slit and had to do that a lot. I was still just lying there. She knows how much I move my hips when I’m close to orgasm and I wasn’t moving at all. She brought out the heavy guns ... well, the heavy petting. A finger went into my vagina and another stroked my asshole. That was a first and it did a lot to wake me up.
The thing that got me moving at last was her tongue working over my clit. I wiggled my hips and she had to hold on to keep me at her mouth. It was still easier for her than when I was really bucking. She kept working on me. It eventually worked. After a lot of strokes and licking, I came. The orgasmic explosion was almost a surprise, it came so suddenly. It was like I woke up all over again. I came wide awake and then lost myself in the orgasm.
Rachel kept going until I stopped the bucking and squealing. I was shuddering and gasping as I always do when she pulled away from my pussy. She wiped her face and I got a glowing smile on mine.
“Come on, sleepyhead. Shower ... unless you want to go back to sleep,” she invited.
I was really awake at last. Neither sleep nor a shower was what I had in mind. I wanted Rachel moaning her way through the throes of her own orgasm. She didn’t even lay down beside me. She went right into the bathroom. A few moments later, the toilet was flushing and the shower started to run. I was actually feeling perky by then. I jumped off the bed and scampered into the shower with her.
“Move over,” I commanded. “You need a really good washing.”
Her face lit up when I got in there. I grabbed the soap and started rubbing it all over her. Slippery strokes over her boobs and between her legs brought gasps from her and giggles from me. I washed her chest with my boobs. Hers had hard nipples poking out at me after only a stroke or two. I pushed her around facing the wall of the shower so I could do her back. Do you think my hands stayed on her back? No way. They were down over her ass and then they were around to her boobs. They had soap on them so there was the washing excuse, but neither of us thought that’s what they were really doing. I was rubbing my body over her back, especially her ass, while my hands roamed around her front.
I would rather taste her juices than the soap, so I made her stand in the shower stream and rinse off. She ended up facing me and leaning against the wall – just perfect. I went down on my knees and pushed her legs apart. She was delighted to cooperate and give me lots of room. I messed around with her inner legs and mound – kissing and snuggling gently. I gave her a few light licks just to check. She was plenty wet, and not with shower water.
My tongue went deeper into her on the next few licks. My hands were behind her legs stroking them and up to her ass. They were also ready to hold her up if she started to topple over on me. Her quivering is normal when she’s aroused, but so is getting weak and lost in the orgasm. She was giving out light moans. Her orgasm was close and she was going to be quicker than I was.
My next move was to lick all the way up to her clit. My tongue was out of the way when it got there, so I stuck a finger into her vagina. I hit her inner spot and her clit at the same time. Her gasp was really loud. She fell over, too. I managed to get her to just slide down the wall without hurting either of us. I slid her away from the wall so she was lying on her back. I held her pussy up to my mouth and went back to work on it. My hands were doing things to her ass as I held her up, too.
She kept up the moaning. It got higher and louder each time I licked her clit. I did that a lot until she went over. Her convulsion pulled her pussy away from my mouth, so I wasn’t on her clit continuously. The way she was acting, she had a great time anyway. I put her ass down on the floor while she was shuddering and gasping after the orgasm.
“Yeah, me back to sleep,” I teased her. “Look who’s lying down in the shower.”
“Bitch. Now wash me again ... gently,” she whispered pointing at her pussy.
We checked our schedules on the agency web site. We had different shows. Mine was with an outfit called “Kling” and I needed light makeup and casual hair. I did a few touches to my eyes and put my hair in the usual mane. Rachel needed help for the heavy, formal makeup that should have been left to a pro. I did what I could and it pleased her. I knew where all the mistakes were, though.
Breakfast was blessed with even more naked models than the day before. It was getting to be no big thing for a lot of them. There were a lot less hassles both ways, too. Less of the harassment of those who were naked and less of the pressure to join us. Most of the tables were mixed dressed and naked. I smiled as I thought of Program outreach at its best. All those naked models had learned their lesson about New York Fall weather. They all had their coats. Some of those short jackets weren’t exactly what they needed, though.
Cling!
The Kling show was for their line of swimsuits and other stuff made of a new material. I hesitate to use the word ‘fabric’ because this stuff isn’t woven. There were lots of models to do the show and we had only a few numbers each. I had rack 3 ... again ... and Danica had rack 2. We were starting to examine our numbers and talk about the material when the show manager called for the huddle.
She explained that the material adapts to our bodies and that it needs a few minutes to do so. We have to have so many models to keep the show moving. That made some time for a photographer to get some shots for a catalog. She also mentioned that they can only make this material in white. The designer is promising other colors, but they have no idea how they’ll deliver. Kevin, the designer, came by and greeted us. He got all our names and seemed friendly. He wasn’t at all pompous or pretentious – a welcome change from some of those designers.
My first number was a full body suit. It was full when my body got into it. That took a while and some work. The suit was solid – no buttons or zippers. The crew collar was just big enough to go around my neck and looked like it might be tight at that. Ben, a designer’s assistant, showed me how the collar stretched. He had to pull slowly and the collar kept stretching. He eased it over my feet and up my legs. He did some more stretching to the suit’s legs and slid them up me, too. I tried to pull the suit higher. I could get it to stretch over my ass by pulling the collar open. The longer I held pressure on it, the more it stretched. Between the two of us, we got the suit filled with my body and his pants filled with his reaction to my body. He didn’t have to be coaxed into working the suit over my boobs, but did seem surprised I let him touch as much as he did. The reaction my nipples gave showed as the suit conformed to the shape of what was in it.
The material is all very thin and stretchy. It feels more like a spongy foam than a sleek rubber. Even when it stretched, it stayed opaque white. No color from my areolas or circle of pubic hair showed through. The shapes of everything did, though. The suit was snug in my pussy. My labia and mound showed. At first, the suit stretched across my ass and across the space between the tips of my boobs. That was where it took the minutes to set.
It started to creep. Yes, that’s how it made me feel – like it was creeping across my body. It was creepy. They could call this line ‘Kreep’ as easily as ‘Kling.’ Places where the suit was stretched thin attracted more material. It relaxed where there was no skin contact. In a few minutes it was clinging tightly all over my body. It was nestled all the way into my cleavage and showed the full shape all around each boob. It was in the crack of my ass, too.
That’s when Ben pronounced the suit ready for the catalog shots. I got in line for the photographer. I had a chance to check the material more. It seemed to breathe and sweat would make it wet on the outside. It wasn’t like the slimy latex thing I had to model last year. When my turn came, I did three poses and he shot them. I got in line for walking on stage after that.
I checked Danica’s tank suit. It was clinging to her all over and showing a lot of details. I checked my own again. In the minutes of the photo session, the body suit had become quite intimate with my body. The detailed shape of each nipple showed and each of the little bumps around my areolas. My navel is an innie with the button not very far in. The suit had worked into there and was clinging to my button. Every strand of pubic hair showed all around my little circle. The material was tight over my labia and went deep into my slit. It even showed the place where my labia separate a little to let my clitoral hood peek out.
For such a tight suit, it didn’t feel tight. In the few minutes since I put it on, all the stretch and stress had creeped out. It wasn’t pulling or supporting my boobs at all. It let them swing and jiggle like they do when I’m naked. Same with my ass. It really felt and looked like paint.
The show went slowly for each of us. We all needed the chance to get into our numbers and get them set. Each of us stood by the designer while he read a description of the thing, then we walked the short runway. I watched Danica’s suit move and stretch with her like it was her own skin. The designer asked her to bend forward. The suit only wrinkled where her stomach did. He asked her to peel the suit down to show that it wasn’t paint. She pulled the straps off her shoulders and peeled the suit off her chest. Her boobs were exactly the same size and shape with or without the suit.
I did my pose and walk. The body suit stayed right on me. It didn’t move any. There were no wrinkles when I bent my knees to walk and there was no sensation of tight stretching. That suit was like paint. Kevin asked me to peel if off. I gently pulled at the collar until it could pull down over my shoulders, then peeled it off my chest. The suit came off with a little pulling. It was like it was clinging to my skin all over. Rough places like my nipples needed extra pull to get the suit loose.
I didn’t take off the bottom until I was back in the dressing room. That was a real surprise. I had to pull a lot of material out of my pussy. It was in my slit and was solidly up against my hood.
I’ll tell about one other number because I did something unique with it. It was a bikini swimsuit with two fairly modest pieces. They covered everything with that clinging fabric. The seat covered about half my ass. That kind usually falls into the crack and pretends to be a thong. This one creeped into the crack and stayed in place on both sides. It did the same things as the body suit around my boobs and pussy.
The unique thing happened when Kevin asked me to peel some of it off. All the other models had been showing their tops at that point. I have this trademark and it needs exposure. I peeled the tight waistband down and pulled the suit out of my pussy. The audience got a shot at my trademark pubic hair. They also got a good look at how much of that material had worked its way inside me. It was honest to show that, but I didn’t know whether they liked the idea or not. There were more than a few gasps from them. Kevin hadn’t seen between my legs and didn’t know what the gasps were about. He just rolled his eyes at the brazen model showing her pussy.
At the end of the show, Kevin must have been questioned about that aspect of the new material. It seems the audience was interested in Danica and me, too. We were both naked when he asked us to join him on stage for questions and answers.
“Is it tight? Do you feel pressure?” one asked.
“Not after it sets. It’s not tight at all and it moves right with me. I’ll show you how it starts and how it sets,” Danica answered and ran off to get that tank suit she wore.
“I hardly felt its touch after it set. It gets attached to the skin so it doesn’t slide or wrinkle,” I added.
“We really want to know how it feels in your ... vagina,” another asked with a hesitation on the word that must have been hard for him.
“It gets in there more and more as it stays on. It settles in slowly and there’s no sensation at all. I didn’t really know it was getting in there,” I said. “Pulling it out is another story. It’s a little ... stimulating when it lets go of the skin its clinging to.”
Kevin was dumbstruck at the question, and more at the answer. He still didn’t know that much about his new material and hadn’t seen me peel off the bottom.
Danica came back with the tank suit stretched across her cleavage and across her ass. The whole audience watched it settle into place. She talked a little more about the creeping and how it tickled her. It didn’t tickle me. It made me squirm and still does.
I left them carefully inspecting what that material was doing in Danica’s pussy. Jerry and Rachel were waiting for me. We had to do lunch.
The Fashion Industry Association had a tent set up in one of the small parks in the district. The weekly was having its lunch there. The tent kept the wind off, but it was still cold. We all sat around eating with our coats buttoned.
Dave and Paul came by. They sat right opposite me and gave me this hard stare. I thought they were pissed.
“You’re FIFTEEN?!!?” Dave almost shouted.
I sheepishly nodded and gave an apologetic smile.
“You don’t act fifteen, don’t pose like fifteen and you certainly don’t fuck like fifteen,” Paul said.
Jerry and Dickie all looked at me like they were learning something new. Rachel smirked and hid it behind her hand.
“Hey, fifteen is legal. I get paid to pose well. This isn’t high school, so I try not to act like it, and how is a fifteen year old supposed to fuck anyway?” I challenged.
That got those two gorgeous guys blushing. They were being too much the gentlemen to talk about the gangbang they did to me. Rachel snickered some more – more at them this time.
“Congratulations, Emily. You are really making this years big splash,” Dave said and they left.
An Association dude and the editor of the weekly made speeches.
The editor ended with, “The model making the big splash this season is Emily O’Connell. You get to say something, girl.”
He beckoned me up onto the little stage and stepped back from the podium. I served up one Emily, extra squealy. You know how I am when I’m thrilled. I bounced up there and joined him behind the podium. The squeals were over by then.
The podium would hide my trademark, pussy, boobs and everything else. I couldn’t help think of it as a Program violation. I grabbed the microphone and stepped out from behind it. I unbuttoned my coat and let my boobs push it open like they do. The trademark and everything else got applause from the audience.
My face smiled at the recognition and approval. My boobs regretted opening the coat. They were cold and my nipples popped out in protest. I didn’t mind and made my boobs go along with the showing off.
I made a little speech thanking Jerry, the agency, the friends I could remember, all the designers, managers, photographers and such who said they’d voted for me, the Association and the weekly. The speech wasn’t entirely made up on the spot since I had some warning from the night before.
Ralph surprised me. He brought up a full size computer-printed proof of my calendar. The final from a press will have a little different finish, but that was my calendar. I gave a “wow” and some more squeals while I showed some of the pictures to the audience. I also gave Ralph a peck on the cheek that made him blush more than the cold was making me.
Flashes had been going off the whole time. I expect my trademark to be in the next issue of the weekly in more than one article. The editor called for a group shot of past winners with me. Rachel, Tish, Christy, Dave, Paul and several others came up on stage. They were all smiles as they shook my hand or kissed me.
As we were breaking up after that picture, the editor handed me an envelop. It had the instructions for voting – web site, password, criteria and stuff like that. I was another step farther into the in crowd of fashion and modeling. Some of the models, mostly Rachel, gave me the eye and a few punches on the arm.
Dickie
Dickie, the intern, took Rachel and me to our afternoon show. Helen brought several others. All the models were from our agency.
It was a quick, small show of ordinary jackets, blouses and skirts. They weren’t so ordinary when we showed them with only one piece on each model. This designer had me figured out. I got mostly jackets and was told not to button them.
The show manager explained that we would be walking in pairs to show a top and bottom at the same time. She asked the senior supermodel for her choice to walk with.
Rachel looked at me, then softly drew out the name, “Emily.”
I think that was a look of lust and Rachel could have eaten me out right there.
“I was gonna give her a choice,” the manager said.
“Would have picked Rachel,” was my response.
Rachel started salivating and looking predatory. I started to expect a good time that night.
Rachel got to show pants and skirts that left her perky little boobs jiggling down the runway. I was right beside her with my model walk swaying my hips, wagging my trademark and making my bigger boobs swing a little more slowly than hers.
Just as we were taking the first numbers off, Ari and Mieko brought another naked girl over to me. I had seen her at the meal buffets, but hadn’t met or worked with her before. She looked a little scared. It took me a second to figure out why. She had dark brown hair on her head. She had a small bright red circle of hair on her mound. The bitch had copied my trademark.
I remembered what Christy had said. If I’m to be a queen bee, I can’t have people copping my trademark. I also need to be firm. I started by acting pissed. That didn’t take much acting.
“What do you think you’re doing with that?” I challenged.
Mieko gave the girl a look that screamed, “Told you so.”
The girl just stammered.
“That’s my trademark. It’s not a new trend,” I stated. “Do you have panties?”
The girl nodded and squeaked out a, “Sorry.”
“Okay, wear them for this show, then shave that off. If I see red hair there again, I’ll pluck it out strand by strand,” I threatened.
The idea was to give her a way out with the panties and shaving. I gave Ari and Mieko smiles. They were acting like I was really a queen bee. Hope I do it right.
That show finished early. Dickie took Rachel and me in a taxi again. He dropped her at her second show of the afternoon and took me to the hotel. Now, I’ve liked Dickie all along. He’s cute and he really impressed me with that mugger. I decided to try for him. I unbuttoned my coat in the taxi and it opened as usual. Dickie stared and even drooled.
He hesitated to get out with me at the hotel. He didn’t really have any excuse. I got aggressive.
“Can you come up for a minute, Dickie? I have questions about tonight and tomorrow. I’ll show you on the web site,” I invited.
I stripped off the coat in the elevator and stood as close as he let me. In my room, he went straight for the TV and brought up the web site.
“So what did you wanna ask about?” he wondered.
“This,” I said brightly as I grabbed the hard cock bulging out in his pants.
“Oh!” he was startled. “I thought you were ... like ... Jerry’s. Then I thought you were lesbian and going with Rachel. So how do I rate a chance with you?”
“I like you and you’re interested in me. That’s a great reason to hook up ... and it is just a hook-up,” I told him.
By then I had his zipper down and was working on his belt. He helped by leaning in and kissing my forehead. When I went down to pull his pants, boxers, shoes and socks off, he did help with his shirt. I wound up looking him right in the cock. It was a great view and he was ready.
I lay back on the bed and held my arms and legs open to invite him. He was soon on me, kissing all around my face and groping all around my boobs. His tongue did its share inside my mouth and mine returned the favor. He kissed his way down to my chest so his hands could reach between my legs. He licked my nipples and tickled my pussy at the same time. All those things reacted. My nipples were out and my labia were swelling. He put a finger in me and spread my juices all around. A few strokes across my clit had me squealing. I was ready and he was more than ready.
He leaned on his arms over me with his cock lined up at my vagina. He went through a little pressure inward and a few times drawing out to keep everything wet. It felt wonderful and his motion was just right. My sensation built up with each thrust into my vagina and with each time he pinched my clit when he got all the way in. My squeals built higher and louder with each of those thrusts, too.
There weren’t enough of the thrusts, though. He was more than ready. I guess he hadn’t had any sex in a while. He went off way before I went over. He screwed up his face, rammed all the way into me, went stiff all over and grunted as only a coming man can. It was good for him. I was getting excited, but wouldn’t call it good.
He relaxed and slid off me to one side. I kept smiling at him and leaving my body open so he could see it all. He knew I hadn’t reached orgasm and was a little embarrassed.
“Sorry I was so quick, Emily. Can I have another chance? Only a few minutes ...” he asked.
“I’d be pissed if you didn’t stick around. We’ll see what comes up,” I answered. “Meanwhile, I want to explore.”
I like to tease guys in this sort of situation. I started to explore his whole body. I ran my hand over his face and looked closely at him. The hand and the eyes went down his neck and all over his chest. He’s not bad – a little softer than Jerry and maybe a little stronger. Yes, I checked out his arms and shoulders. My exploration was very thorough. I bypassed his cock and balls until after I went over his legs. When I got back to them, I lifted them and bounced them in my hand. He was still soft with no signs of recovering. His soft cock was lying on his balls doing absolutely nothing.
I told him to roll over and went over his back, ass and the rest of his legs. When I looked between his legs, I thought I saw some moving and twitching. I got him on his back again and started kissing him. I started with his cock. Yep, it was starting to get aroused. It twitched a little against my mouth. I kissed my way up to his face, then told him it was his turn. His attention on the parts of me he thinks are sexy is a sure way of finishing his recovery.
He went for my face, but I think he was just being nice. It didn’t take long for him to explore down to my boobs and dwell on them. He kept kissing and licking around my breasts while his hands explored my back. That had him lying on me between my legs and his hands wound up grabbing my ass.
He pulled his hands out from under me and put them to work on my pussy. I was nearly ready, so he didn’t have that much to do to get me all wet again. He slid up and got up on his arms again. Oh, surprise - not. He was hard and pressing his cock into my entrance. I wrapped my legs around his ass and gave him a little encouragement. He was in and the squeals were coming out right after that.
His strokes went more slowly, but they were just as effective. He got tingling sensations going in my vagina with every motion of his cock in or out. He landed on my clit on every stroke, too. I could see his eyes on my boobs. I think he was hitting the end of each thrust hard just to make them jump and wiggle. My boobs weren’t getting much stimulation, but my clit was.
I wanted to grab my own boobs and rub them, but didn’t. I reached up and wrapped my fingers around his arms. They dug in and squeezed. It didn’t seem like he felt that at all. My hips started bucking, so I wrapped my legs tighter around Dickie. The sensations and the squealing were building and so were his grunts.
I went over into an orgasm while he was still pounding into me. The explosion took over my mind and body. It lasted long enough to be satisfying. When it was over, Dickie was lying on me with his face beside mine. He was spent, breathing hard and his cock was getting soft inside me. I was in about the same shape – gasping and spent.
I relaxed my legs and hugged him gently with my arms on his shoulders. We stayed that way until his cock fell out of me. Dickie rolled off and lay on his side looking at me.
“They’re right, you know. You don’t fuck like a fifteen-year-old. You act like you have much more experience and you like it so much,” he complimented me.
I don’t think my blush showed. He lay there for a while just looking at me and running a hand over my breast. It felt good – a little tingling stimulation to go with the warm glow. I think he started to doze off, but then woke up.
“Lets shower,” I suggested something that would keep him up in one way and get him up in another.
I pulled and tugged. He sat up, slid off the bed and followed me. The water was warm and comfortable. The stream made my boobs tingle. Dickie turned away from it. It must have hurt his sensitive cock. Poor thing. He was just standing there in desperate need of teasing. You know who was going to fill that need.
I ran the soap all over his chest, arms and shoulders. My hands were washing his arms while my boobs washed his chest. He stared down at where I was rubbing against him and couldn’t take his eyes off my chest.
“They’re so big and they’re real. Some boobs that big are so hard they don’t smash and flex like that,” he said.
I kept up the breast action while I gently caressed his face and neck with some soap. His front was done above the waist after I squatted down a little. My boobs had been around his navel and a little below. I turned him around to rinse his front while I washed his back. There wasn’t anything keeping me above the waist. I had big handfuls of his round ass and was rubbing my boobs around the middle of his back. That’s when he started breathing a little harder. I went down on my knees to wash the back of his legs and spent even more time on his ass.
We were both ready to get to his front, specifically his cock. I turned him around again. His back was rinsing while I washed the front of his legs from the feet up. He gasped when I finally got to his cock. I washed all around it between his legs, over his hair, under and around his balls, then finally up and down his soft shaft. It was getting a little thicker when I finished. He was interested and would be ready fairly soon. What would get him ready most quickly was attention on me.
“Your turn,” I said and handed him the soap.
I stood there while he washed me all over. You know guys – breast fixated. He would wash my boobs, wash something else, then wash my boobs again. Even when he was behind me, he would reach around to them after a little washing. My ass got some uninterrupted attention. That’s when I felt his touch in three places at once. He was hard. His cock was swaying around and hitting my ass.
He followed the same pattern as I did – upper front, back, lower front – leaving my pussy for last. He didn’t use soap on it. He just stroked my labia and clit. He was kneeling and looked up at me. My smile told him all he needed to know. I wanted it again. If there was any doubt, he was sure when I pressed my pussy into his hand demanding more. He obliged with a finger into my vagina. I obliged with a squeal.
He leaned me against the wall, bent his legs so he fit and thrust his cock up into me. He had done a good job of getting me ready, so he went right in and more squeals came out. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and held on. The way he was standing, his hair rubbed against my clit on every thrust – all the way in and all the way out. I was into an orgasm in no time. He kept pressing me against the wall so I wouldn’t slide down or fall over. We stayed like that for the whole time, and it was a great time. He kept me in orgasm after orgasm as long as he kept thrusting.
His climax was another of those where he thrust in deep, held it there and grunted. We both finished just after that. I felt great and he was spent again. He leaned in one corner of the shower and I fell over into another corner. We stood there gasping like that until I felt ready to do something. I pulled him up into the shower stream and washed him again – seriously this time. I was even gentle with his cock.
He recovered by the time I finished, so he washed me again. He only washed my boobs about four times. I suppose that’s serious for a guy. We kissed a lot while we rinsed off and dried each other.
“That was awesome, Emily. You must be as busy here as you are modeling. Will I ever get another chance with you?” he asked.
“Sure there’s a chance. I liked it with you. Don’t know when it will be, but I want it again, too,” I encouraged him.
He dressed, kissed me, made an excuse about getting models in a taxi and left. I sighed and looked around the room. There was my homework on the desk. I was satisfied sexually and not quite hungry yet. There were no excuses. I did enough to finish the week’s algebra assignment. I thought that was a satisfying accomplishment, too.
Rachel came in as I was putting away the algebra and getting out the biology. She came over to the desk and looked over my shoulder.
“Biology? Moss, ferns and grass? So you moved past human sexuality after you made your porn,” she referred to the licking from Pam that I’d told her about.
I leaned back and smiled up at her. She got to check out my red, engorged, freshly fucked pussy.
“Who’s been in there?” she asked pointing at it.
“Dickie,” I confessed.
“Shoulda known. You two have been making eyes at each other and repressing it all week,” she observed. “We both know how it is. It’s pure lust for me and just an experiment for you. My ... thing ... with Helen is a little deeper. Enough of the models are leaving this afternoon that we don’t have to double up anymore. I’m just getting my stuff.”
I was shocked and a little hurt, like I was being dumped. That only lasted for a second. She was right about the experiments. I’m mostly straight and was just playing with the lesbian thing. She did teach me how to do a woman well.
“Thanks for letting me experiment, and for teaching me, Rachel. I’ll pick you for a roommate any time we have to share,” I said.
She stepped over to me and gave me a gentle kiss with only a little hug. I gave her tongue. She returned the tongue just before she broke the embrace.
“And thank you for indulging my lust,” she said.
She packed her clothes and toiletries. I tried to focus on biology. It wasn’t a goodbye, so she was casual.
“See you at supper, Emily,” she said waving her way out the door.
There went my expectations for a hot girl-on-girl evening.
Evening
The social hour was crowded with lots of naked models. Since it was Friday evening, the agency had lots of fashion press, publishers, designers, photographers and advertising agents mooching the perks. One of the perks this time was the eyeful of naked models. The Sabbath had started for some of them, but nobody considered this to be work.
I was hoping for some perks in the form of another free glass of wine. No such luck. The same bartender was there. He gave me ginger ale again. I sighed and took it. He smiled. I think I owe him for looking out for me with the cop thing. I won’t give him any hassle.
Lots of the guests gave me hassle. They didn’t really hassle me, but it took a long time to get to the gang of girls I was headed for. There were lots of congratulations that got knee-jerk thanks back from me. Several wanted to include me in shoots or shows. I told them their ideas sounded nice, but they’d have to see Jerry. Actually, a lot of the ideas sounded made up on the spot as an excuse to get me to stop where they could see me better. I watched where their eyes went and gave them good poses that emphasized their interest. My tits were the most popular part of me with the men. My trademark was most popular with the women.
I got into the group of models who were talking about their shows of the day. We all laughed about what was funny. I used my turn to tell about the Kling clothes creeping over my body and even into it. I acted out the creeping with my fingers. Fingers also worked to show how much material I had to pull out of my pussy. You can guess where fingers in my pussy sent my mind.
That mood was broken when the same cop from the night before came up to me. He took my glass and sniffed it. He poured a little onto his finger and tasted it. He sighed, shrugged, gave me back the glass, turned and left. All the girls and I stared at the glass.
“Ewww,” came from a lot of us at the same time.
I was ready for a fresh drink. I started to the bar. Tara was there smirking at me in triumph. That’s the second time she’s looked at me like that after the cop ‘visited’ me. Now, I’m pretty well coordinated. At least I can walk across a smooth, flat floor without tripping or stumbling. I tripped and stumbled. Oops. My glass went flying and my drink went all over Tara. Hey, Christy said to be tough.
“Spastic bitch!” she cried. “Now I have to go up and change before supper.”
“Not really, Tara. You could just drop the dress and show your naked bag of bones to all these designers and photographers,” I offered. “In fact, I insist. Go naked this evening.”
Tara froze and stared at me. She got the threat in that. She threw her dress and underwear behind a curtain, then spent the rest of the social hour trying to hide behind her remaining tararists.
I picked up my glass and gave it to the bartender. He gave me a new, clean one – filled with wine. He was more with the smiling, too. I guess he had trouble with Tara. He really rolled his eyes at her bony figure.
One of the girls in our group brought up my cheerleader skirt ad a few minutes later.
“So, Emily ... What is the secret of that skirt?” she asked.
She was naked, so I decided to show her. I turned her around facing most of the others with her back to me.
“The beads go like this,” I said from behind her.
I reached around her and strummed all my fingers on her clit. She reacted just like I had. She immediately gasped, bent forward, crossed her legs and clutched at her pussy. I can imagine the expression on her face was just like mine, too. All the girls around roared with laughter.
Jerry, Helen and Rachel sat with some of us for supper. Jerry made sure to sit beside me. He pulled out another fashion publication and opened it to Ms Lakes’ column. He cleared his throat and started reading aloud. It started with a diatribe about running into each other. The way she wrote, it was almost clear the run-in was literal. More of it went into my attitude. This part was obviously tongue-in-cheek.
“It’s like she thinks all that nudity is sexy,” the article said. “...and that body – way too healthy. Not a bone showing and not a ripple of fat. You’d think that’s a body people would want to see.
“...and the clothes. She makes the clothes look so good – if you can get past the jiggling boobs and bright red spot she forgot to shave.
“Emily O’Connell is making a big splash, alright. The big splash happened when she fell into a bucket of it. She’s coming out smelling like a rose, though.”
“Take this in perspective, Emily,” Jerry said to me. “Any mention is special. A paragraph is priceless. A whole article is unheard of unless she’s ranting. This one sounds like a rant, but it’s all really nice. She hasn’t done something like this since Rachel was first starting.”
By then I was totally blushing. I did know her reputation. I thought I’d impressed her enough to mention and maybe a paragraph of rant about poking her eye with my nipple. This was unbelievable. Rachel believed it. She gave me a big smile and a punch on the arm. I got to add that magazine to my collection.
Dinner broke up in time for me to get ready and go to my evening shoot. It was another editorial for some fashion magazine. I just stood up when a man in a suit came up to me.
“Drop dead gorgeous with red hair all over ... You must be Emily O’Connell,” he started. “I’m Ed, an editor for Fashion of the Week. I’m doing the article you’re shooting for tonight. How about if we share the ride over there?”
Jerry nodded to let me know he knew the guy and it was probably alright. I agreed to meet Ed in the lobby in a few minutes. That gave me time to touch up my hair, makeup and get my coat.
Ed gave me some background in the taxi, “This article is supposed to be called ‘How low can you go?’ It’s about necklines that show more than one cleavage. When we booked you, we thought that prominent landmark of pubic hair would show the point of the editorial. We were worried how much you would actually show it. You’re living up to the promise of your portfolio this week. So tell me you will show what we want.”
I giggled at that. After the calendar and the perfume ad that turned into a gangbang, I was pretty well committed to showing everything.
“I don’t mind showing anything and I don’t mind people working with me to get the stuff in place,” was my answer.
The shoot was at the studio of the photographer, Hernando. He’s an older guy with a mostly bald head and an average build. He had several dresses and other stuff for me to model. He graciously shook my hand before I opened the coat. He went totally non-verbal for a few seconds after I took the coat off. At least he didn’t drop his camera.
The first garment was a pair of jeans. The hip-riding jeans covered my ass in back with only the slightest start of a crack showing. The waist dipped down as it came around to my front. Its fly had only a one-inch zipper. It buttoned over my trademark and left a little red tuft showing. Of course I showed it topless. I don’t think that’s what Hernando had in mind. He asked if I had a shirt or a bra ... or if I wanted one. I giggled again. Silly man. I don’t need any of those.
The next dress from Katarina’s Hope was one I’d worn on Monday. It needed tape at the bottom of the ‘neckline’ to keep my labia covered. Ed tried it without the tape. Hernando gave him a strange look and took the pictures. He loaded them into his computer and brought them up on the screen. They looked gross – too much pussy showing looked blatantly crude.
Ed decided to go with the tape for the next try. He handed the tape to me. I gave it right back. I’d have to bend over to put it on and that would throw the dress out of line. Someone else would have to put the tape and dress in the right places. I stood there staring at the men. They looked nervous. I folded my arms, put my weight on one leg and let an attitude show. The look was supposed to be both impatient and pissed at the men.
“No way I can do that right from inside the dress. You put the tape and dress in place and don’t worry about touching me. I might actually like it,” I told them.
Ed put the tape on gingerly. He pressed the dress into place too lightly and had to do it again. He was too light again the second time, so I pressed my pussy into his hand. He pulled back quickly. At least the dress stuck and the pictures came out okay.
Another dress had double keyholes. One was at my bust. The dress was tight around my top so it pulled my breasts together to make cleavage. The keyhole around my trademark showed just a little of my slit cleavage. It didn’t show enough slit to be crude, so we went with the first set of pictures of that one.
The last dress is the one that pushed the daring point of the article. It had ‘straps’ of gathered cloth a few inches wide. They started around my neck, crossed in front and draped over my breasts. They covered my areolas, but not all of my boobs. The straps ran around my back and crossed over my tailbone. The skirt started there – plenty high in back to avoid any crack showing. The straps, now as a waistband with the skirt hanging down, circled around to my front waaaay below my waist. They were even below my hip joint. They bridged the gaps between my legs and mound and came right under my trademark.
I took two steps to get into the pose and the draped front dropped an inch. That showed more than my trademark again. This dress needs tape, too. Ed lined it up to show my pubic hair and a little of my slit. The way this one was draped, it would work to tape it under my mound.
The men were professionally serious so the shoot was more of work than of fun and play. Some stimulation started a lot of the times they worked on placing the ‘necklines’ just where they wanted them. The men didn’t let any of that get very intense. They left lots of time for me to cool off between the times they touched me.
The shoot was finished after that. Ed shook my hand and thanked me. That was a dismissal. There would be no shared ride back to the hotel. I put on my coat and checked my purse. I had plenty of cash for a taxi. The problem was the lack of traffic, especially taxi traffic, on that side street. Seventh Avenue was just a half-block away and it had plenty of traffic. The short walk almost made me feel warm in that coat. I still didn’t want to walk all the way to the hotel.
I tried to hail some of the passing cabs. Didn’t work. It was time to get out the big guns, or at least the big boobs. I opened the coat and waved again. Two cabs stopped at once. I winced when they actually tapped bumpers. My big guns are dangerous weapons against taxi cabs. At least the ride back to the hotel was uneventful.
Tish was waiting in the lobby with a small gang of models. The were all naked in their unbuttoned coats. They stood up when they saw me coming in. Tish led the charge as they swarmed over me.
“Clubbin’! Now! No excuses. It’s Friday night and the places are hot,” she said as she pulled me by the arm.
It was a short walk to the club. The end of the line was about a block closer, but we kept going right past all the people. The models were all unbuttoning their coats as we got near the door.
“Unbutton that,” Tish commanded. “It’s our ticket.”
The doorman started to look apologetic like he wasn’t going to let us in. He hesitated when he saw that Tish was naked. He looked me up and down and his whole expression changed.
“Go right in, ladies. Anyone over drinking age? Show me ID,” he said in a booming voice.
Tish and a few others showed him ID and got stamps on their hands. The whole gang of us got in. The doorman let almost that many single guys in right behind us. The place was pleasantly full without being crowded and was well balanced between men and women. All the single women were being hit on. Do you think naked models would be any different?
We got to dance all we wanted. I only turned down one guy. Tish and I were standing around our table taking a rest and a drink. This guy came up behind me, pressed against my back tightly and asked me to dance. He had me wedged between his enormous hardon and the table. Yes, his cock was big enough to brag about and it must have got him a lot of action with girls around the club. I thought the way he played on it was gross. I politely, but firmly declined without saying anything that would encourage him to try again.
“Nobody eva turn him down,” Tish said. “He like the king of this place. Din’t you feel that.”
“Yeah, I felt. If nobody else turns him down, I won’t feel sorry for him. He’ll have to use more than his cock with me,” I answered.
I’d dance sort-of close to the guys so my boobs bumped into them every now and then. That would always get a smile. I smacked one short guy right across the face with both boobs. He staggered a little before he smiled.
Didja ever notice? Bulging hardons in tight underwear stayed still. In boxers, they wobble around as the guys dance.
I noticed that the guys would stare at my boobs when the dancing made them move so much. After the dance, they would focus on my circle and pussy. A few mentioned that they recognized me from the articles. They got little pecky kisses.
I did turn down the drinks they offered. Lots of them offered to take me home for the night. I turned those offers down, too.
We danced our asses off past two o’clock. It was a nice workout and a lot of fun. All the attention from men older than me was flattering and a big part of the fun. I had to work the next morning and so did Tish. We left and walked back to the hotel. It’s interesting that the only people we saw along the way were patrolling policemen.
“Thanks for inviting me, Tish. You really didn’t have to wait for me,” I said.
“We sort-of did. We tried two other places and got put in line. We needed the celebrity of the week,” she said and poked me with her finger. “Friday nights are tough at the clubs.”
We met Rachel, Helen and another small gang of models in the hotel lobby. They were just getting back from a club visit, too. We chatted about the times we had and how the men reacted. We split in the hall on our floor. It was a little strange getting to sleep so quickly without someone in bed fucking me.