Do I have to get up?
I heard the alarm go off in the morning. The radio was still set to the soft music station where Rachel put it. I rolled over again and kept sleeping. That clock goes with the music for an hour, then beeps a more raucous alarm. That got me up. The sleep felt wonderful, what there was of it. There wasn’t enough, and I was getting more tired as the week went on.
I checked the schedule. I had a shoot at a photographer’s studio. It didn’t say what about, but did say to report at nine o’clock for hair and makeup. That was nice. I wouldn’t be rushed. I did a leisurely shower, dried and touched my hair only a little and didn’t put on any makeup. I kept wondering what sort of shoot would be scheduled for a Saturday around here and would last through the afternoon.
The breakfast buffet was almost empty. Oh, there was plenty of food, but there were almost no models eating it. Tish was the only one. I think she was the only other one with anything scheduled. She didn’t last long.
“Gotta go, Emily. Makeup at eight. See ya,” she said over her shoulder as she dashed out.
I had some of the pastries, juice and coffee. That helped a lot to get me awake. That’s when I noticed the absence of any agents or even interns. In my room, I checked my little purse for the phone and plenty of cash for lunch and the taxi. I also made a careful note of the studio’s address.
Sure enough, there were no agents around and I was on my own. That hotel always has a taxi waiting and the doorman was nice enough to hail it and hold the door for me. He got a tip. I felt good about remembering to do that.
Ballet Art
As soon as I got into the studio, I could tell that this was a first class shoot. Gilda was doing the hair and makeup. She had a man in her chair. He’s about thirty with bright red hair. The rest of him was covered with a cloth, so that’s all I got at first impression.
“Emily?” a guy asked.
He turned out to be Steven, the photographer. He told me that he was doing an artistic shoot. He hoped to get enough high class shots for a gallery exhibit and maybe a book. He paused in his explanation when I got the coat unbuttoned.
“Oh, yes. That’s everything we expected from your portfolio,” he said looking me up and down.
He took in everything. I took off the coat and turned away from him to put it down. That gave him a view of all of me.
“Actually, your starting naked and that circle are a little better than we expected. We thought you’d start with some clothes and we might talk you into losing them,” he said.
“Why would I do that?” I responded with a bright smile that showed my attitude.
Gilda finished with the man. She whipped the cloth off to reveal that he was naked and totally awesome. He’s built strong with lots of muscles on a wide frame. He reached for ballet tights that were ready by the makeup chair. He thought for a second while looking at me, then left the tights where they were. That might not have mattered. Thin stretchy tights would still have shown the power of his ass and legs.
When he came over to us, I could tell that he’s as tall as I am. All those muscles bulged and rippled when he moved and those moves had a strange exaggerated grace. He stood extra-straight almost like he was posing all the time. The most remarkable thing he showed was pubic hair as bright red and his head and mine. It was getting obvious why Steven had picked me.
We two naked people faced each other. Steven introduced Mikhail Prodenkin, star of the New York Ballet. Mr. Prodenkin stepped forward, bowed deeply, took my hand and kissed the back of it. He kissed my hand!
“So pleased to meet you, Miss O’Connell. This quite a start for our little project,” he said with an East European accent, rolled R’s and all.
“Emily, please, Mr. Prodenkin,” I responded.
“I prefer Mik,” he reciprocated.
Mik looked me over more than once with a big smile on his face. Now you readers expect the same thing I did. No such luck. His normal-size cock was dangling down from the red around it - down and soft, and he stayed that way all morning.
Gilda got me in her chair and went to work. She did my hair up in a formal do complete with ringlets. She likes me that way. She sprayed the do really well. It stayed up and gorgeous all day and all evening. She didn’t do much more than my eyes in the way of makeup.
She smiled as she whipped the cloth off me and said, “You don’t ever need much body work, Emily. You’re good to go.”
“Ballet?” I thought. I did the usual ballet lessons until I was about ten. I hoped I’d actually remember some. Athletics gave me a better clue what to do next. I stretched. I worked my muscles and joints like I do before a practice or game. Mik did the same. He was so much more with the grace and moved so smoothly that I just had to watch. He was doing some ballet moves, so I copied him.
I thought I did them mechanically, but at least got the fundamentals right. He noticed what I did wrong. He gave me a few pointers and adjusted my positions. He didn’t hesitate to touch me – just grabbed what he wanted to adjust.
“I see that you are an athlete, Emily, but with only the first exposure to ballet. Your body looks strong and at the same time, smoother and softer than the dancers who work their asses off, literally. The legs – they’re more curved and not so large as professional dancers,” he said some of what I took as praise. “Your looks and strength could serve to complement me well in these pictures.”
“We really are after the sex appeal to go with the matching hair. Neither of you will have to do much strenuous dancing. Holding still poses will be work enough,” Steven added.
That’s what we started with. We did poses of ballet moves. Some of those are much easier to do in motion than to hold still. I started out showing everything. I’d been doing that all week. Why would this shoot be any different? Mik was holding back, though, and not showing any frontal views. Steven asked me to do some that showed no more than breasts.
“You’re not even going to portray us as brother and sister, are you? This is too exciting for that,” I protested.
He answered, “Not even, but we need some less revealing shots for covers and the like. It’s a cooperative job with the ballet company. They get some program and brochure covers out of it that can’t be too explicit.”
I held the leg on the camera’s side forward to block my pussy for the next few shots. I tried to let the little red circle show in those, though. I took the cue from Mik. When he started showing more, I did, too. That’s also when he started using his hands more. He was leading and spinning me, at least that’s the way the finished pictures looked. In all of those, he used his hands like he usually does with a ballerina. It was work for both of us, and a lot of fun, too. It was a thrill being tossed around all day by such a strong and graceful guy.
In one of those, he wrapped an arm around my back and dipped me across his front. In the picture, it looked effortless while he held me in the pose. He pulled me up hard enough to throw me over to his other arm. That other arm was around my chest just under my breasts. He brushed my boobs just a little getting into the position, but it didn’t phase him at all. It didn’t thrill me as much as being thrown around by such a powerful guy. He held me in a pose on my toes leaning forward with my back and neck stiffly straight. My arms were still extending over my head, so the forward thrust of my breasts was fully visible. I liked that pair of poses and wanted to try a variation.
“My turn,” I said after we saw those on the computer. “I’ll hold you.”
“Oh, pfff. That is my job, but I will let you have your fun,” he made it a challenge.
I struggled a little, but I did it. Mik stretched out and leaned back against my arm. I let him lean slowly so a lot of his weight was still on his feet. I wound up with a respectable dip and managed to keep myself straight and extend my other arm almost like he did. The real work was keeping my face serious without any grimace. I didn’t throw him to my other arm. That would be the easy way to put him on his face. I stood him up, changed arms and slowly leaned him forward. In that position, it was his soft cock that was swinging forward and showing prominently in the picture. Most of his weight was on his toes and I was in a good position for the picture. My dips weren’t as deep as his, but we were all pleased with the results.
The next step was lifts. That usually means the man lifts a leaping ballerina and often holds her up for several steps. Mik was great with that. I would get up on one of the large wood blocks around the studio, then he would lift me into the pose. I did some in layout and layback positions. He didn’t hesitate to put his hands on my ass or stomach or wherever he needed them. We did a series of those, then checked the pictures in the computer. Mik suggested a few points to retry and how I could get the pose he was looking for. They all worked.
He held my legs for the second set of lifts. The pictures looked like I was leaping over his head. He actually held me up by my thighs. I had to pull my legs toward each other or I’d do a flat out split. That was a lot of work and I was sore the next day. Some of those poses had me leaping across the picture, so I faced to the side and Mik held the front of one leg and the back of the other. He was always looking the same direction as I was.
My favorite had us both facing the camera. He held my inner thighs apart as I tried to squeeze them together to maintain the right angle. We were both looking up. He was looking up right into my pussy. The effect was spectacular, and way too sexy for a ballet company program cover.
“My turn,” I said again. “I’m probably good for only one lift, and this is the one I want.”
“Again, you are trying to upstage the star. I will let you try, only to show that you cannot,” he challenged me again.
He got up on some prop blocks so he was standing with his legs spread. I got behind him, squatted down a little, grabbed his legs like he had mine and lifted. My legs were spread wide and I didn’t dare move them. I did manage to press him over my head and got my arms straight. He was supposed to be looking up. I looked up, too – right at the under side of his cock and balls. That one even felt sexy, but I was wondering why that cock was still soft. My legs held, but my arms gave out after very few seconds. I dropped Mik onto my own head and we both crashed to the floor. That tangle was sexy, too. He didn’t hurt me and I hope I gave him a soft landing.
“Now you see why only the star does the lifts. Are you injured?” he asked.
I was rubbing the place on my leg that took most of his impact. It might bruise, but didn’t feel sore enough to keep me from doing more.
“I’m fine. Are you ...?” I returned.
“Lifts are always a little dangerous. This accident caused no injury. There is no need to redo this picture if it is not perfect,” he said.
“It’s not that bad, Mik. She held you long enough for a great shot,” exclaimed Steven when he saw that shot on the screen. “We already have more than I expected for the morning and afternoon – quality and quantity. Emily, we didn’t expect you to participate this much. Just standing there naked would have been enough. We’re sure to get a whole gallery and a book even after the ballet company takes their share.
“Lunch time. I’m buying.”
Mik dressed in casual street clothes and a coat. I just put on my coat. Steven took us to a nice Italian place about a block from his studio. I was happy with that. Breakfast had been light and the shoot was a lot of work. I needed food.
We put our coats on a rack in the restaurant. That left me very naked and the only one in the place. There was staring. There were no comments except from Mik.
“You are so beautiful as you are, Emily, but I must ask - Are you always naked?” he asked.
“I’m naked a lot back at home, but not always. This week, I didn’t even bring any clothes to New York. For once ‘I don’t have anything to wear’ would be the truth,” I answered.
I was overwhelmed by curiosity, but had trouble finding a way to ask.
I finally stammered, “I have a question, too. Why don’t you show any physical reaction to the way we’ve been so close this morning?”
“Oh!” Mik exclaimed with a laugh. “Professional dancers always face accusation of being gay. In reality we have to have professional and artistic discipline. I have to handle strong, beautiful women every day without an erection showing in ballet tights. I show a response when a woman is interesting to me in more than an artistic way.”
Well, that was cleared up, but my ego would have felt better if he was gay. It also set me another challenge. The chicken and linguine worked to fill me up and get me ready for the afternoon’s work. The morning poses had been mostly of the classical artistic ballet. The afternoon work was more of the sexy and I went for some teasing. We did all kinds of poses. I’ll only tell about some of them.
In one we stood with our feet a couple of feet from each other and leaned in until our chests touched. We held hands with our arms straight down from our shoulders. Our heads were back, looking straight up. It’s a sexy picture with my boobs smashed against his chest. It was even sexier the way I teased him by rubbing those boobs over him getting in and out of the pose. Our faces were close before we looked up. I only kissed him quickly, but he got the message.
In another, he stood with his back arched as far back as it could with him balanced. I stood with my back to him touching as much of him as I could without pushing him off balance. I felt a lot of his body. By then, that wasn’t new. I didn’t feel his cock because it was hanging softly between our legs. Our arms were held along the lines of our bodies. That helped balance us and left my whole front exposed. Steven took several shots at various angles.
“A few more with just a little difference,” I requested.
That laid back pose had my boobs lying low on my chest. I grabbed Mik’s hands and put them under my boobs, cupping and lifting them. He got the idea and held them straight up. My boobs and their stiff nipples were the center of interest for the next few shots. I noticed something a little stiff rising against the back of my leg. Mik faced away from me for a while after we broke the pose.
“Are you embarrassed?” I asked.
“No. It is a natural reaction. Are you offended?” he responded gallantly.
“No. I would be if you had no reaction. This is supposed to be the sexy part of the shoot, isn’t it?” I said.
Mik turned to face me. His cock was a little swollen and longer, but still dangling. I gave him a big smile as we got into the next pose. He lifted me so my breasts were just above his head, resting on it. He held me by the ass with his fingers digging in. The pose had him kissing somewhere around my navel. I spread my legs and raised them around his waist, ready to wrap him in them.
We checked the shots from that pose on the computer screen. He stood with his arm around me. He was getting interested in something more that the art. So was I. The pictures showed my hard nipples and a progressive rising angle of his cock.
The next pose had us close together with me straddling one of his legs. One breast was smashed against his chest and the other was against his arm. Our faces were close, both with menacing scowls. We held ours arms back and bent a little with fists near our hips. The camera couldn’t see how my boobs were being stimulated by being smashed against him. There was enough room to see his swollen cock out at even more of an angle. These poses were getting to be more and more fun and less of the work. The next few were absolutely erotic, at least to the two of us.
We stood facing each other, apart but in easy reach. Our arms near the camera were at our sides. His other hand was on my breast with his thumb rubbing my nipple. That felt good and was making my areola get puffy. I was holding his cock in the palm of my other hand. He was more swollen and way longer. The picture looked still, but I was stoking his sensitive underside the whole time. I was careful not to do so much that he rose above the level of my hand. It still did a lot of twitching and grew sooo long.
“You are giving me an interest that is more than artistic this afternoon, Emily,” Mik finally acknowledged.
“We talked about the ultimate shot, but didn’t dream we could even get this far with a model,” Steven said.
I imagined what that ultimate shot could be and got very close.
Mik was tentative and sounded apologetic, “I will need to be erect and place myself between your legs.”
“I’ll be pissed if it’s anywhere but inside me,” I said with enough bright enthusiasm to show how cooperative I would be.
I stroked Mik’s cock to full erection. That showed that my cooperation wasn’t just idle words. His cock proved to be very long – unusually long for a guy with average soft length.
“I understand why you don’t want to be erect in tights, Mik. This won’t stay in them,” I marveled.
“Yet another reason why I am the star,” he said with a smirk that told me he was joking.
I stood back with my legs spread. Mik hesitated. I put his hand where it needed to be – on my pussy. His cock twitched while he got the idea that I was serious about doing the ultimate shot with him. He knows exactly what to do to get me ready. His finger inside me drew and spread my juices. His finger on my clit drew gasps and squeals. My pussy got swollen, open and really ready for him. His other hand on my boobs kept them looking and feeling just as ready. I said as much.
Mik squatted down, lined his cock up with my vagina and pressed in. He took a few strokes to get everything wet and sliding comfortably. ‘Comfortable’ isn’t a good enough word for how his long cock felt in there. My squeals did a better job of showing him.
“Lean your knees against my legs, then lean back as far as you can with me inside you,” he instructed.
His feet were back from mine and his knees were bent to keep himself at the right level. I leaned forward and put my weight against his legs. Leaning back separated us at the hips and gave the camera a view of our coupling. This was more sexually athletic than the Program biology video, but just as graphic. We held hands high in front of us and leaned back pulling on each other. We were supposed to be still for the pose, but I kept wriggling my hips to draw the head of his cock in and out. We looked explicitly erotic. We were fucking, after all. Our faces looked passionate in the picture – like we couldn’t wait for the impending orgasm. I couldn’t wait. He really had me going. I could only suppress the squeals long enough to take the picture because he was holding so still.
Steven got several shots, all at the one critical angel that showed the long shaft of his cock going right into the lips of my pussy.
“This one’s not for the ballet company. This one’s just for the gallery and maybe the book,” the photographer said when he was finished.
He looked us over as we pulled up from leaning back and said, “I’ll just be checking over the shots at the computer. Come see when you’re ready.”
Mik and I didn’t need any words. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and lowered myself all the way down onto his cock. The strong guy kneeled down and gently sat me on the floor. He came out of me and I didn’t like that. I spread my legs wide on either side of his knees and pulled him down on top of me. He held himself up over me on his strong, straight arms. I wanted him in me and right now.
He obliged. That long cock stroked over my labia and inner spot all the way in. His rock-hard abs stroked over my mound and pinched my clit when he got all the way in. He gave a little more thrust when he was against me. He was watching my boobs and the way they shook when that thrust pushed my whole body. The first stroke got me squealing. The pinch, the thrust and his fascination with my chest added on. I expected him to start pounding me as fast as that powerful body could get that long cock in and out. Not so. He went slowly. He drew his cock out and took a long time to do it. It worked on my inner spot and labia no matter which way his cock was moving. I seemed like a long time between those pinches and thrusts. I didn’t mind. My passion was building all through each of the strokes.
I went over into the first orgasm after just a little of that action. The squealing didn’t end, or even take a break, when that orgasm ran its course. Mik was still giving me those steady, slow strokes. I went from one climax to the next and didn’t count them. Between the orgasms, I could look at Mik’s face. He was usually looking at my face and sometimes at my shaking boobs. He smiled with pride at the accomplishment of putting me through orgasm after orgasm.
I had just finished a loud, squealing climax when he finally came like most men. He drove all the way into me, held there and showed how much he was enjoying filling me with his semen by grunting. He finished his climax, then lowered himself down onto me. He was still enjoying the feeling of my pussy clutching his cock. He was moving it in and out of me, but using gentle short strokes. We both cooled down from heated climax to warm glow while we lay there.
He kissed me for the first time after we’d fucked so hard and long. Was he thinking past the lust or just making me feel good about being with him? I still don’t know.
After a day’s work, we knew where the restroom is in Steven’s studio. We washed each other in there. I kept admiring Mik’s powerful body and marveled at how much his cock had grown when it got hard. His eyes were all over me, too, along with his hands wiping off every inch of my body.
Steven was in the midst of printing pictures when we were finished. Mik went to his clothes and I checked out the prints. The professional grade photo printer took over a minute to make each one. He had the best shots of our standing poses and lifts.
“I’ll be able to deliver proofs this evening. Thanks, Emily, for making the shoot so productive,” he said, then whispered, “and for putting up with the Prima Don.”
He was back in his normal voice for, “This is going to be a breakout for me and I want to offer you a little of what I’m going to get for it. An extra four hours pay is all I can do for now. How about it?”
High Society
That brought a squeal from me. Before I could think of something gracious to say, Mik showed that he overheard.
“Since you are being paid for it, I will invite you to the event. The pictures will show us both off and there would be demands to know who you are. If you are on the arm of the star, it will be easy to introduce you. The benefactors of the ballet company are having a formal dinner gathering this evening. They are always doing fund-raising. Steven is invited to present his photos. I am invited as the star. I would ask you to accompany me as my guest. It is expected. I have not found anyone to complement me for this occasion ... until now,” he went through a long invitation.
Steven nodded with bright eyes encouraging me to accept.
One more squeal escaped before I accepted, “Wow! Umm ... of course I’d love to go with you. You know I don’t have anything to wear, literally.”
“That will be accepted, especially with these pictures as your introduction. That is, if you don’t mind being the only naked one there,” he cautioned. “The flower I get for you - It must be red.”
So my schedule for the evening was set with a chance to meet the rich, powerful and famous patrons of New York ballet. Steven smiled. He was going to make a big splash with his pictures and even more with the model at the dinner party. Mik was on his phone ordering a red wrist flower, considering I’d have no place to pin one. All of that started making me nervous.
“I shall escort you starting now. Please come. We can get ready in my apartment,” he invited.
Do you expect the same thing that I did? Watch and see. He held my coat while I got into it and he held the taxi door while I got into that. The cab made a stop at a flower shop. Mik left me to hold the cab. I called Jerry and filled him in. He was impressed, and not unhappy about the extra four hours pay.
We went into Mik’s large fancy apartment in a very ritzy part of the city. He led me through the living room and into the kitchen. He got out a few things.
“If you could, please ... Open the wine. I shall be a few moments,” he said.
He vanished into the bedroom. I struggled with the bottle and the corkscrew, but I got it. I poured glasses for each of us, then sat in the living room sipping and waiting for him. He was really only a few minutes. He came out naked and drying himself with a towel.
“The bathroom and shower are yours if you wish. There is a cap for your hair and fresh towels,” I took the suggestion as a hint after our sex.
“Do you want to do a little more before that?” I said standing and blatantly offering my body.
“There is ample time, but you must recover to be presentable. The engorged vulva ... it is a little gauche. I would hope we could sit and talk over wine, then make our entrance,” he replied.
There went that expectation. Damn him, his artistic sense and his discipline. No, I really don’t mean that. He was right. I took a shower, protecting the ringlet hairdo, dried and joined him in the living room. He was dressed in a tuxedo that made him look most distinguished. That was another reminder about the formal evening and made me so nervous.
He was reading a fashion weekly that he’d pulled from the bag that held the flower. It was the one with my trademark at life size on the cover. He also had the one with the interview by Ms Lakes.
“I am impressed. It is certain that you deserve this recognition, but I am impressed that they actually give it. Congratulations, Emily,” he offered.
He put those papers down and we had a few minutes of conversation, mostly about his young years in Russia. It was fascinating and a little sad that the government during his youth made big life decisions for those who showed talent like he did. The comfortable place, easy conversation and two glasses of wine did a lot to ease my nervousness.
We took another taxi to a midtown hotel. The ballroom was the place for this gathering. We checked our coats in the ballroom lobby. I left my little purse in the coat pocket. That’s how I got used to being all week – so naked I didn’t even have anything to hold in my hand.
There was silence as soon as my coat came off. We were the center of attention and my nerves came back. Now that the coat was out of the way, Mik produced the flower. He took my hand, kissed the back of it again and slipped the flower up past my wrist. It was held on by an elastic strap and had a small red flower amid some greenery. It was a nice decoration that didn’t demand its own attention.
The silence made it easy to hear the guy by the ballroom entrance in the monkey suit. He was wearing an extra fancy long-tailed tuxedo and announcing all the arrivals.
I recognized the very eligible bachelor mayor of New York when he was announced, “Mayor Wendell and escort.”
The announcer took one look at the two of us, turned to his microphone and announced, “Mikhail Prodenkin and Emily O’Connell.”
Okay, I was really impressed. I’d expected to be introduced as Mik’s ‘escort.’ The announcer would have to know Mik, but how did he know me? Mik explained that the announcer dude is paid big bucks to know who’s who in New York.
“Those articles and the big splash make you a ‘who.’ Arriving here naked makes you a special one,” he said. “Just the escort to complement the star.”
He was back on that again. His ego was getting a little old, but he was mostly sweet to me. I stayed that way with him. Our entrance made a big splash of its own. People stared with their mouths open. I just smiled at all of them. Suddenly a fifty-something woman dashed over to us and greeted Mik. He introduced me to Mrs. Carstairs, chairperson of the event. Lots of others followed soon after. We were swamped with introductions, questions about nakedness and conversation. Mik disappeared and returned shortly thereafter with a very welcome glass of wine. I remember maybe two of the dozens of people I met. Those two were famous celebrities, entertainers, that I already recognized. I won’t drop names here.
“Steven and Yolanda Myers,” announced the announcer dude.
There was Steven with a folder under one arm and a very gorgeous supermodel on the other. I recognized Yolanda. She goes by only that one name professionally. I fully understood why Steven wasn’t hitting on Emily all day. He’s already scored a big prize.
Yolanda wasn’t naked, but was the next closest one in the room. She was wearing a ... dress? ... shaped like a Y in front and back. It came over her shoulders and breasts, joined at about her navel in front and back, then fell down from there. The ‘skirt’ had to be taped to her mound and ass because it didn’t leave those spots no matter how she moved. There was nothing around her, so the sides were completely open.
The six-foot-four supermodel towered over me, but she introduced herself with a sweet, warm voice.
“Steven told me how well you did this afternoon. You lived up to all the buzz,” she said.
She asked and I answered a little about the day’s shoot. Mrs. Carstairs showed Steven and Mik to a display board where they could mount the pictures. They were all the ones he printed at the end of the session, including one I hadn’t seen. At the bottom of the display was the shot where I was lifting Mik. That one brought gasps and giggles and more than a few comments about what I was looking at.
We sat to dinner, and another glass of wine, after talking about that stuff for a while. That dinner wasn’t my style. The portions were just too small. I hope those rich ballet patrons were getting their money’s worth from the ballet. It sure wasn’t from the meal. The soup was gone in too few spoonfuls. Salad in a cup? The main course had filet mignon wrapped in bacon. It was two inches thick, but only two inches in diameter. It came with three tiny asparagus. I’m glad there were lots of courses. It all looked and tasted great, but I could have used more food.
There was dancing after dinner. For this crowd, it was almost all slow. I started with Mik. He made the slow dancing cuddly, cozy and sexy. A few other guys cut in or asked for a dance. I made their time cuddly, cozy and sexy. Only a few had the courage to dance with a naked, sexy woman in front of their wives. It would have been worse if many of them knew that I’m only fifteen.
Mrs. Carstairs asked me for a favor. There were door prizes being drawn by the numbers on the invitations. She asked if I would dance with someone as a door prize. She said that was often done with the most popular, desirable or mysterious woman at the event. She said that I qualify as all three.
“Pimping me out? We just met,” I giggled. “Sure, I’ll dance if you can get the winner to claim the prize.”
It took three tries before the holder of a winning ticket claimed a dance. That was Steven. Yolanda smiled, poked him in the ribs with her elbow and encouraged him. She’s the one woman at the gathering who would have nothing to fear from me. Steven got some good-natured hoots and pointed questions after the dance. Yolanda did some mock shock and played it up. I think the light mood helped the evening. I know the four glasses of wine helped me keep the mood light.
That’s how New York high society got a look at all of Emily. There may be some fallout from it, but probably more from Steven’s gallery show and from his book. That should be all good. I’ll know next Spring when I go back for another fashion show season.
Mik took me to my hotel in a taxi after the gathering. He let the taxi go and went upstairs with me. He was all confidence. This time he had a right to be. I had offered myself to him and kept up the flirting all evening. That’s because he was sweet and attentive all evening.
“You’re coming in, aren’t you?” was a statement of what I realized, not an invitation.
“As you wish,” he responded as if invited.
I opened the room, stepped inside and let him handle me. He took my coat off and hung it in the closet. He did the same with his coat and tux. I just stood there until he had stripped naked. He picked me up then and carried me to the bed. He made it seem effortless as he had all the lifts and put me down so gently. His confidence, strength and all that wine had me in the mood. His long, hard cock poked where my ass hung down between his arms. That started getting me excited.
His hands and mouth went to work bringing that mood to the surface. He was all over my surface – kissing, stroking, licking and snuggling. He started kissing my face, rubbing a boob with his fingers and rubbing a leg between mine. He had another hand behind my head that brought out sweetness and warmth. That really built the mood while the rest of that built the excitement.
He needed only a little finger action in my pussy. He slid down to kiss and lick my boobs while one hand worked around my vulva and clit. His other hand went under me and a finger stroked up the crack of my ass. That brought instant squeals. He figured out that squeals are my normal reaction and these meant that I was ready. I was. He got on me and lined up his cock. That long cock went in easily, but he thrust it in slowly. I felt it all. It rubbed against my labia and inner spot for the longest time.
He was lying down on me this time so his hands could get at my boobs and his mouth could get at my face and neck. He didn’t try to kiss my mouth. There were too many squeals coming out. My ears, neck and boobs all felt tingly. It was the pinch on my clit that built my excitement to a climax and sent me over. After that, he could have done anything or nothing away from my pussy. Anything but his cock action was just a sideshow. The cock action was plenty.
He gave me at least a triple orgasm. He was finished and lying almost still on me when my last climax ended. He did some light gentle wriggles as if his cock was still enjoying my vagina until it got soft and fell out. I grabbed his head in my hands, held it still and kissed him a lot while we waited for that long thing to shrink. He rolled off and lay beside me when he finally did get soft.
“You already know you’re good, don’t you,” I asked.
“Yes. Of course. You don’t know how good you are, though. You have one more step to go in your confidence. You did well in front of the camera. I could see your comfort and confidence grow through the evening. All of that will come with more experience,” he was actually praising me. “Tell me about your life and your plans,”
He lay there with a hand running over my boobs, stomach and mound. He listened and made intelligent comments as I went through school life, sports, modeling, my friends and current lack of boyfriend. I also mentioned that my week in New York was over. I would be leaving for home in the morning. Something in that registered and he asked the next question tentatively.
“Your tale ends and you tell only of high school. Answer this only if what we just did is truly legal, Emily. How old are you?” he sounded worried.
“Fifteen. I’m legal here and back home,” I answered.
“The tender age explains the inexperience and that you are learning so quickly. It is too bad you are not staying longer. Let me wish you ‘bon voyage’ in this way,” he said.
‘This way’ was to fuck me again. That roaming hand went into my pussy, rubbing my clit and inside my vagina until juices and squeals came out. I liked the idea, too. I was pressing my pussy against his hand and demanding more. I wrapped an arm around him and pulled his head to my breast. His mouth went right to work on my nipples, alternating between the two sides.
It wasn’t very long before he climbed on top and took one of those long, slow thrusts to get his cock inside me. I didn’t lay there as passively that time. I had my legs around his ass where his slow drive would make my inner thighs tingle. I didn’t buck too much at first, just when his thrust was all the way in and I would get extra pinching on my clit.
The leg action and extra pinching helped me get into an orgasm sooner that time. When my first orgasm ended, I was sweating more and my abs felt tired. I think bucking hips were involved. Mik stayed on and in me, though. He’s plenty strong enough to stay on and I’m sure my legs helped.
He was still going and each of those long, slow thrusts thrilled me more than the one before. It took no time at all to get me into another orgasm. Either they were continuous after that or I was too busy enjoying to count them. When I came out of them, Mik was lying almost still again. I was sweaty all over and my abs were almost sore. I wonder what I did to the guy. He didn’t seem to mind whatever it was. I unwrapped my legs from around him and relaxed.
Mik really likes the feeling of being inside me, probably being inside any woman he has sex with. He kept his cock in my vagina enjoying every moment until it fell out again. He rolled off, but didn’t get far. I caught him on his side right beside me. I held his head and kissed him. I got way into the kisses and kept them going for a few minutes. There may have been more emotion in them than he was ready for. He broke the kissing and rolled back onto the bed.
He started talking about devotion to his art taking first place with him. He didn’t have room in his life for anything or anyone trying to make a permanent place. He went on and on for a while. What he said really didn’t apply to me. I rolled over to him and kissed him again to make him stop talking.
“It really doesn’t have to be anything permanent, especially at my age. Hope you enjoyed all that as much as I did and maybe we can do it again,” I said after the kiss.
“Every bit, at least. The evening, however, has ended. I must shower and leave you to sleep before your journey,” he was calling an end to the evening.
I was feeling pretty good about then. The wine still had some effect and the sex had more. I was perky, uninhibited and not ready for the evening to end – even if it was well past midnight. He got into the shower. Wanna bet what the frisky Emily did then? Oh, you know me too well.
I invaded the shower. That brought a smile from Mik at first. The smile lasted while I washed his face and shoulders with my hands. He got the message about my teasing when I washed his chest with mine. He’s apparently as breast-fixated as the other men this worked on. My boobs ran around his chest while my hands ran lower. His cock grew harder and longer the more I kept it up.
He was getting the message, but apparently didn’t like it. He tried to push me away. I moved to the inside wall of the shower so he couldn’t push me out the door. He said something in Russian with an exasperated tone. At first I was afraid he’d just leave. I was glad when he grabbed me.
He put his hands to my ass, dug his fingers in and lifted me. He held me high enough to line up his cock with my vagina again, then lowered me onto it. I was still swollen from the last round of sex, so he went in without too much trouble. He held me at the right height so he could thrust into me and slam home against my clit every time. He was nailing me to the wall.
He still thrust into me slowly, but he took me much more forcefully. His chest pressed me against the wall and his hands held me up. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his ass. They didn’t hold anything up, but they tingled nicely.
Mik would run his cock into me slowly then press hard against my clit at the end of the thrust. He pressed hard enough to lift me some more. I moved against him as he pressed me into the wall. That was the only action my boobs got that time.
Each of those lifts lifted the level of my squeals. I liked getting nailed. He was strong, forceful and almost fierce in his expression. He was still gentle enough that it was sex, not violence. A few of those thrusts that moved me between his chest and the wall sent me over. I think I had one long orgasm. It ended with me feeling a tingle all over, gasping and shuddering. He was rammed into me all the way and grunting. He shot his load for quite a while and held me in place only a short time after that.
I unwrapped my legs and arms. He lifted me off his cock and stood me in the corner of the shower. I slowly slid down the wall and sat on the floor. At least for the moment, I couldn’t even stand. I just watched him wash himself while his cock got soft and went down.
He turned off the shower flow and dried himself. Then he pulled me up to my feet and dried me. He rubbed me vigorously with the towel, not gently like he was trying to turn me on again. When I was dry, he carried me to the bed, pulled down the covers and put me in it. I watched him dress. He put on the whole tuxedo, even tying the tie again.
The handsome redheaded guy in the distinguished tuxedo came to me and kissed me.
“Good night, Emily, and good bye, but only for now,” he whispered.
He turned out all the lights and left. I slept without moving until the alarm went off Sunday morning.
Fly away home
My flight was at about ten in the morning. I didn’t have to get up that early. I could catch up on a little of the sleep I’d been missing, except for that headache. Oh, yeah – four glasses of wine. I stopped at the toilet, took some pain reliever, set the clock to give me time for breakfast and went back to sleep.
That worked to have me more refreshed, over the headache and even a little perky at the breakfast buffet. Jerry and a few models were there. We could all sit at one table. I got to tease Jerry.
“So who were you fucking last night?” I whispered.
“I could ask you the same, but I don’t pry,” he chided me. “Besides, I don’t tell about doing you.”
That embarrassed me. I’d been feeling so grown up, then I blew it.
I got to tell about the shoot with the ballet star and the event after. I left out all the parts about sex. The models were all impressed and Jerry said so again.
Packing for the flight was easy. I just threw everything into my big purse and bookbag. The calendar proof and articles were rolled up, but they stuck out. I’d have to be careful with them. Jerry took several of us to the airport in a taxi. He dropped the others off, then went inside with me. He’d called and upgraded my ticket to first class. He surprised me by leading me to the special check-in line. We had to separate at the security checkpoint. I gave him a little kiss and lots of thanks for all the help ... and stuff ... all week.
My coat was buttoned until I got to the security gate. I had to send it through the x-ray and walk myself through the magnetic scanner. Off came the coat. People dropped things all over the place. The guy who was supposed to wave me through just stood there with his mouth open. He snapped out of it when I smiled right at him. I think I heard Jerry laughing in the background.
The security guy waved me through and said, “We’re supposed to be prepared for naked people. We get two or three a day. Not many look like supermodels, though.”
I collected all my stuff and found the gate. I was the only naked one in the waiting lounge. I sat down and the people around me all moved away. Everyone was afraid to talk or even sit by me. They made this empty bubble around me. One teenage boy finally sat by me.
“Program or outreach?” he asked.
“Outreach. I’ve been here modeling all week,” I answered.
“Yeah, you could,” he said looking me up and down. “Take off school? That looks like homework.”
“Yep. Have you done the Program?” I asked.
“Last year. Hated it. Lost my girlfriend. At least Mom knows what it’s about and let me sit with you,” he complained. “I’ll get another time before graduation. Maybe it’ll be better.”
“It should be if you think it’s sexy, enjoy it and don’t take it as punishment or anything. I had it my very first week as a freshman. I lost my clothes and then my virginity ... and loved every minute after I got over some shyness. Now I can model and go naked in public,” I tried to encourage him.
The called the flight then and I got to board first. The attendant hung my coat. The bookbag went in the overhead rack and the purse went under the seat. I sat back and watched the parade of other passengers boarding. Many of them stared – I smiled back. Some averted their eyes – usually women and men with their wives. The teen guy exchanged big smiles with me.
The passenger in the window seat next to me turned out to be a businessman whose children were out of school when the Program started. I was a rare chance for him to meet someone willing to talk about it. I told again how the Program set me up for modeling and even showed him the calendar. When I was finished, he understood the Program as an opportunity.
For him, it was an opportunity to see all of me for the whole four-hour flight. He kept staring except when he got to eat his lunch. The flight attendant thought I might be annoyed or threatened by him. She offered to let me change to another seat. Not only did I decline that, I gave the guy a show. I stood and reached into the overhead bin for my biology book. That put my pussy right at his eye level. I sat so he could see my boobs and made them jiggle as I wrote out my biology homework. We both came out ahead. He got the show and I got the homework done.
The stopover in Dallas lasted an hour and a half. I strolled around the terminal smiling at the people who stared and snickering at the ones who didn’t dare look. I actually saw a few naked people around. I think that’s because the climate is warmer. They were getting stares and averted eyes, too.
A boy came up to me and asked, “Are ... are you Emily? Have ... I seen you on TV?”
“Maybe, back in September, about the Program,” I answered.
“Thought so. I go to McKinley. Had the Program last week. We don’t have quite as much fun as you guys at Lincoln. At least not yet. It’s getting better. I had more good times than bad and even got laid in the shower,” he talked about what was still fresh on his mind. “I’m Don, by the way. So why are you flying? And naked?”
I told him about the week in New York and showed him the calendar and articles. Yes, I’m proud of them. He told me about his parents being separated. He’d visited his Mom for a special event over the weekend.
The airline serving our little home city uses smaller planes that have no first class section. They don’t even assign seats. Don and I boarded and sat together. We talked about the Program and what was different about our schools. I think we concluded that the peer pressure at Lincoln was about having sexy fun in your Program week. At McKinley, it’s about getting away with as much as you can. I think I convinced him which is more fun.
All the time we were talking about the Program, nakedness and the fun we should have. He kept his eyes on my body and must have liked what he saw. His pants were severely bulging the whole time. I wouldn’t have minded joining the mile-high club, but there just isn’t enough privacy on a crowded daytime flight.
The short flight was over quickly enough and we got off the plane. He had to wait for his baggage and we were both meeting our Dads at baggage claim. When we went by a ‘family’ restroom, I got an idea. That’s a room separate from the mens’ or womens’ and usually has baby care stuff. It also has a door that locks.
“In the mood for a little relief?” I asked him.
“What? Here? With you ...” he stammered with a leering smile.
I grabbed his arm, yanked him into that restroom and locked the door behind us. It didn’t take long to get him naked. I worked on his pants while he stripped off his t-shirt. The counter top held me at just the right height. I hopped up and sat at the edge so his cock could get at me easily. He gave me a few kisses, a few strokes over my boobs and went at my pussy with his hand. He got me wet enough, but he was a little quick.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his ass. He was clinging close enough anyway. He put his hands up to my boobs and came back to kissing. His cock slid in slowly. I’m glad he took a few strokes to get it all the way in. It needed to spread the juices around. Don was in a big hurry – just like a Program participant who really needs relief.
He ran his cock into my pussy and his tongue into my mouth. He was kissing me, squeezing and rubbing my boobs and slamming my pussy with his cock all at the same time. That was good because it kept the squeals in. I don’t think that’s the kind of sound they like coming from an airport restroom. It felt great like sex should, but I didn’t squeal. I was wriggling and bucking all around, though.
His thrusts caught my clit just right to build the tingling sensation higher with every one. Those thrusts were coming as fast as he could ram it into me. He got me over quickly. That was the good part. Not quite so good was that he got himself off quickly, too. He came while I was in my orgasm and was happy that we got off at the same time. I was happy to get laid even though it didn’t last long. I didn’t say anything about that. I’ve seen enough horny Program guys to know how fast they come when they need relief.
I wiped myself out and we washed off as well as we could. He got dressed and I picked up my bags. Baggage claim was just down the hall. Dad was there waiting alright, and so were Mom and Kelly. Kelly was naked. I know that’s because he didn’t want me to feel alone. I hugged and kissed them all.
“Did you see the sights?” asked Mom.
“Some spectacular stuff, but not the ones you’re thinking of. I was booked solid. You’ll understand when you read my journal,” I think I disappointed her.
“Was the work work or fun?” Kelly asked.
“Some of both, but even the hard jobs weren’t that bad. You’ll get to read about them,” I told him.
“Did you get laid much,” Dad shocked me.
“Every day. You’ll read about that, too,” I answered with a coy, teasing look.
“Including today,” he said looking at my pussy.
Don came over and we introduced his Dad to my family. When I mentioned that we sat together on the plane, everyone thought they understood about my pussy. No, people, we didn’t screw in the air.
Don and I parted, both saying, “See ya around.”
We went through supper looking at the stuff I brought back – the calendar and articles. They were all impressed. I was tired from the week’s work and from missing sleep the last few nights. I did call Pam and start writing out this journal, but went to sleep way early.
That was my week Naked in New York. Hope you enjoyed reading about it as much as I enjoyed living it. There are a few loose ends that have been cleared up in the weeks it’s taken me to write about that week.
Mr. Weston and the broadcasters association persuaded the government that Program participants are exempt from rules about televising naked people without their knowledge. He ducked the fine and thanked me for the idea.
The Lincoln Volleyball team is in the state semifinal and is favored for the championship. We’re all still getting a lot of chances to play. We’re also getting a lot of third games as the competition gets more intense. The basketball team had tryouts. We couldn’t participate while we’re still in post-season Volleyball, but the coach is holding places for us. She might have to re-align the teams when we do get to try out, but we won’t be left out.
The paychecks are rolling in. The calendar, shows and shoots all paid off as expected. Also as expected, Jerry and the agency got their cut. This year’s part of the exclusive with Sportech also came in. Dad is setting up investments for all my income. That’s nice, but I want to spend some of it and not just a little. I want a car – a little red sports car. There are problems, though – twin problems. Kelly should have one, too. He wants an SUV with room for his cello. He can’t buy it and I’m afraid he’d resent me buying it for him. I don’t think that’s gonna stop me.
Tom and I are officially together – boyfriend and girlfriend. He’s thrilled when I get to do serious modeling. He’s also as mature as I hoped. That week in New York let me see how adults live and even let me try to be one. He’s like that – like an adult in his attitudes. I suppose juniors do have to start taking things more seriously.
I also suppose that’s the biggest thing I got out of the week. I could make my own way. Yes, the agency took good care of us, but there were those times I had to meet my own schedule. I also had to do the work no matter how I got there. Even when work was work, I did the best I could. After that week, I feel like I could go anywhere to work and even go there naked.