Paul was shocked that this man Ivan could deliver on a promise that quickly, and on a weekend, he must have the home number of the headmistress in order to make those arrangements. He had taken down the school phone number, and been told to call them in the week to organise a date for his interview. With his daughter, wife, and her two pupils listening in with the expectation it was just about a site name for Micky, it now turned out his whole audience were also aware of the potential job offer.

"Does this mean you'll be our teacher after the summer holidays?" Catherine asked.

"I really don't know, but Ivan has got me an appointment to see your headmistress, and we only spoke of it a little earlier today."

"Will Micky come to our school too? She can be in my class and we can sit together."

"Ivanna, that is another thing I don't know, but Ivan said there was a strong possibility that it could happen, despite the difficulty of getting a place because of the school's reputation."

"The studio has a LOT of friends in this city, we did something in social studies at school where the teacher talked about the 'Trickle down effect', where a rich person or company benefits those in the surrounding area through trade."

"You're right Catherine, my own lessons touch on commerce, and I teach my older students about those sort of linked effects, I'd better brush up on what sort of curriculum your school runs in my own subjects."

At that point the next two pupils arrived, who had agreed to share the three to four o'clock slot, the kitchen now got decidedly crowded. Micky was congratulated on her news, and soon mobile phones were out as the girls called friends to get a complete list of all the text books the school used for their geography and history classes. Soon the pandemonium gave way to a calmer atmosphere as the task was accomplished, with Catherine and Ivanna leaving, so Mary could start her next lesson.

Anna's afternoon was interrupted with a few more tingles from her mobile, as news spread through the model community, both about the new local girl she had discovered being signed on, and that her father was a teacher who would be joining one of the schools that many of the models attended. Fortunately the group lesson on jumps, meant that there was plenty of waiting about watching the others take their turn, and lots of instruction from the coach, so it hadn't gone off while Anna was actually lining up for her go.

Apart from a love of horses Anna realised early on she had little in common with the other girls taking the same course of jump lessons, and she was late getting back to the locker room to get changed. Normally she would have spent time grooming Silver rather than just taking him back to his stall, but she wanted to hurry home, and had arranged that the head stable girl who normally looked after him, would do his grooming that afternoon.

One of the older girls in the changing room made some catty remark that Anna must have been delayed doing mucking out to pay for her class. Anna remained calm, smiling as she told the snobbish girl that actually she rode her own mount, Silver, and she had been discussing his care with the head groom, and it was just her sister who didn't own a horse, that being only because she didn't ride that often, so it would be unfair to the horse.

This shut the girls up as none of them owned their own horse, as it was something so easy to check, they knew Anna wasn't making an empty boast. As Anna began to get changed, they saw she had all the top gear in terms of protection, even a back brace, and in addition she had her own personal locker with her name on it to stow all her kit. Normally Anna wouldn't react to taunts, but she disliked the attitude of these girls, equating them to the nasty unfeeling man who had previously owned Silver. Having called for a cab right after the lesson, it was waiting for her by the time she was changed and ready to leave.

Irisha had been at a loose end, all her school work was up to date, so she was loafing about the apartment listening to the radio, as Taras and some of his gang were helping Yaroslaw with garden tidying jobs to prepare for spring planting. He was a great boyfriend and she felt lucky to have him, he was one of the few people that knew her deepest secret. She felt their love life was a bit one sided with him going down on her every chance they got, and she only gave him hand jobs in return, but he understood her hang-up.

She had said she would cut him off if he didn't keep up with his reading and writing, but they both knew she didn't mean it, besides he had put in a lot of effort, and encouraged all the other lads with their studies. Her mum's work at the studio covered some odd hours, but she normally knew well in advance her shift pattern, which meant she and Taras had plenty of opportunity to spend time together, besides it looked as if her mum now had a boyfriend of her own. Irisha felt guilty benefiting from the talented tongue of Taras, but giving so little back, therefore she was seriously thinking it was time to go all the way.

She jumped at the sound of her newly acquired mobile phone, she had yet to finish entering the numbers of all her friends. It was Marta asking if she wanted to hit the shops, buy some clothes, even some naughty undies, so it wasn't a difficult decision, and she could share her recent thoughts regarding her relationship with Taras. The two teens went from shop to shop, only checking out those that had the quality clothing they could now afford, till at last they stopped at a small coffee shop to indulge in a latte and cake each. This was the ideal time for Irisha to whisper about her intentions, not expecting the giggle that escaped from her friend, who then apologised, and explained the humour that they had both made such an important decision at the same time.

Irisha had not even considered having Taras stay overnight, thinking they would have plenty of time during one of her mum's shifts, and marvelled at the lengths Marta had gone to in order to for-fill her own desires for this momentous event. Their talk continued on until they started to get looks from one of the staff for hogging the table, so they ordered more coffee, though it wasn't as if the café was even that busy. They each promised to keep the others secret, Marta not wanting Anna to think she was the last to hear this piece of news, even so it was not in the bag till her father confirmed he could be away on those dates.

On Monday Paul had a free period just prior to lunch time, so told the school secretary he needed to pop out to the nearby shops. This was true, and among the shops was a post office where there were two public phone booths, that were not subject to the vandalism suffered by those out on the streets. He had the coins ready, dialling the number of the most prestigious school in the capital, on speaking to their secretary he was transferred to the headmistress as his call had been expected.

A very affable exchange followed, with talk of his qualifications, and about his length of tenure at his current post, and about how advancement would be a long way off unless he were to consider moving. By the end of their chat he had an appointment to meet after school on Thursday, as that was a busy day for extracurricular events, so the head often stayed late, and it would be a convenient opportunity to meet on the school premises. He walked back with a spring in his step, as the signs were hopeful, and if he resigned just as the long summer break was about to begin it meant his current school had plenty of time to source his replacement in time for the autumn term.

It was also on Monday during the lunch hour in a far corner of the playing field that Anna was talking with Uliana the bright ten year old who had skipped a grade, she was telling Anna about her third photo set that had taken place on Friday after school. They had been waylaid by Ivan prior to the shoot with news she had definitely exceeded her probationary targets, and would be signed on to remain a model with the studio.

This initially shy and reserved girl who had felt alone and isolated by her intellect was now blossoming among that diverse group she had tagged the sisterhood. Now having passed a critical milestone, her career was set, and she and her mother could make plans for the future, one of which involved her mum considering a new job, as the one she had now that she hated, was tied up with their accommodation. Up till now they had needed to be very circumspect about their change in circumstances, her mum had brought little in the way of new clothes, though Uliana had several new outfits for school that had not been seen by the neighbours hidden under her coat.

They needed to think about a new place to live, and a new job for her mum, both at the same time. Anna had a light-bulb moment, for Uliana had described what her mum did, it was just the oppressive place she worked that made the job disagreeable, but Anna had heard of a similar sort of job that was soon to become available. The elderly lady who worked on stock control and billing for Eve's dad at his decorators merchants, was thinking of retirement, and though he had interviewed several people, he hadn't found anyone with the depth of experience to take over the post. Both girls thought Valechka's current job with the railway gave her just the skills that were required.

In Yuri's office, Igor had called round for one of their frequent lunchtime chats over a coffee and a sandwich. Igor spoke of the weekend after next, that his wife had arranged for them to spend time away, and warning Yuri he might end up with one or two house guests for a night or two, but he would return the favour if he and Magda wanted to escape for a long weekend. Yuri's phone rang, it was Eve calling from school with some news that he should interview the mum of one of her friends, this lady would be ideal for the stock control job he had been trying to fill. From the way Eve stressed the word 'friends', Yuri guessed she meant the mother of one of the other girls at the studio.

That evening Marta got the answer she had been waiting for, her dad could take off the Friday to enable her parents to take the mini break, she felt both excited and nervous at the prospect that her plan was working, but suspected the feeling in her tummy was more due to the approaching time of the month, and would sleep with a pad the following night. Marta appreciated the certainty that the pill provided, for she knew the majority of girls at school, that being those who weren't associated with the studio, had to put up with the vagaries of mother nature, and the cruel taunts when the inevitable accident occurred.

It was so unfair the way a girls body worked during this time when she was growing up, in that with most girls periods would come and go at will, never knowing when it would show up until your body settled into it's own rhythm. At least with a little pharmaceutical help those problems could be avoided, and in her case, in less than two weeks time it would ensure she was safe from another sort of accident, one that would be classed as more than a temporary embarrassing moment.

Tuesday afternoon Marta was only feeling a little discomfort from her imminent monthly visitor, but that was soon forgotten as Karl was standing outside the school gates to greet her, with plans to catch the matinee showing of the latest romantic comedy. It was that sort of nice gesture she loved about him, she also noted the envious glances of some girls who saw him holding her hand. Despite denying it, she knew that Karl had also enjoyed the film, and when they got back to her house he enquired if she needed a massage.

Regardless of the fact her new prescription had dissipated her previous cramp issues, and helped generally her feeling of well-being, she would not turn down the offer of having his hands gliding over her body. Anna was a good sister, entertaining the boys so they could stretch out on the sofa in the study and make out without disturbance. His reward for now at least was a little kissing and groping followed by supper with the family, as he was blissfully unaware of her plans for the weekend after next.

On Thursday Marta and Irisha had another thing in common, as Irisha had been to the studio the previous evening for an appointment with Galina. Although she was just shy of her fourteenth birthday, Irisha's pubic hair was still relatively sparse, and it had not been considered that she should think of depilating for her picture sets of yet. On the other hand she felt it would look neater if it were better defined, so Galina had tidied up the thin triangle by removing some stray hairs, while retaining a natural appearance.

Though Taras was also unaware of the surprise that awaited him that weekend, the two girls could think of little else, with Marta demanding she get a full report after the event, as less than a week later she was going to take the same step herself.

Anna and Eve mostly confined their fun and games to the sleepovers of a Friday night, but some Tuesdays after school they spent time licking one another to oblivion if Ella had taken the boys out, or if they were up the road, which meant Ella could go out unhindered by having them tag along. The two eleven year old girls considered themselves quite accomplished in the art of kissing, and at pleasing each other with their other oral skills. In the week and a half that had passed since Eve's adventure with Romko, he had called several times like some love sick puppy, or as Eve thought, it was more like lust.

Although her aunt and uncle were relatively well off they did not have the sort of cash to provide their eldest son with a mobile phone, as neither of them owned one, and she was sure she would have been bombarded with text messages if Romko did have one. They giggled about the older boy, imagining he was playing with himself every day thinking about Eve, wishing that it was her pulling on his cock. Eve said there was talk that maybe her relatives might come over to visit on Sunday, so Anna might get to meet Romko, even have him come round to visit with her best friend while the others were all busy yacking.

Anna thought this was an incredible idea, especially if they had the house to themselves at the time, and made plans to change her stables trip to go riding a day earlier. After they had spent some time speculating what might occur on Sunday the talk turned to their young friend Uliana and her mum, Valechka. She had taken an afternoon off as holiday claiming it was a doctor's appointment for her daughter, but it had been for the job interview. Most of the time had been spent with the lady who wanted to retire, rather than with Yuri, but the outcome was she had been offered the job, and everyone was happy.

The next issue was where the two of them would live, it would have been nice if they could find a small house or apartment near to one of their friends from the studio, as at least then Uliana would have someone nearby that she knew. With that thought the girls both started making calls to see if anyone could help find somewhere convenient that was available. At school the following day Sofia of broken arm fame mentioned that there were two units in the building opposite where she lived, that each had two bedrooms, one on the second floor, and one on the seventh that was the top floor, and she had 'ordinary' friends who lived there, so she knew they were very nice, and the building and lifts were in good order. It stood to reason, as all the models could afford to live in nice areas.

On the walk home from the station that Friday Marta told Anna and Eve about how their parents were taking off for a long weekend the following week, and how she needed their sleepover that week to be at Eve's house, and how the boys would be at the cottage with Nana Olga and Gramps. She said they weren't telling the boys till next Friday as they would be hyper all week with anticipation, and they wouldn't get a moments peace.

Anna gasped, her eyes wide. "You're staying at the house! You're going to do it aren't you? You and Karl together."

"Well we couldn't 'do it' if we weren't together could we?"

Eve joined in. "Are you and Karl really going to... you know?"

"Short of an earthquake, or civil war breaking out it's all planned, so far mum and you two are the only ones that know, and I want it to stay that way."

"What about Karl?" Anna asked.

"It's a need to know basis, and so far he doesn't need to know, I don't want him fretting about it, worry can cause boys problems." At the blank looks Marta held out her middle finger then started to curl it downwards.

"I read about it on some problem page, how sometimes being anxious to 'perform' makes it go down, then they worry about that, which only makes the situation worse, or on the other hand they get too excited, and it's all over in seconds."

The interesting debate carried on till they reached the junction that lead to Eve's house, as she was going to drop off her school stuff in exchange for what she wanted for the sleepover. Marta also pointed out that she would want to use her own bathroom rather than the boys one, as it wouldn't be convenient at the moment.

At Eve's house Victor wanted some help with the English book he was reading, so Anna played teacher while Eve went upstairs to gather what she wanted for the stopover. Also while she had his ear she planted the idea it might be fun to invite Greg and Peter over on Sunday, so along with Kiel his cousin the four of them could play football in the garden, as Anna now had her own agenda. Job done Anna explained the the parts he was having trouble with, praising his progress in that he was nearly catching up with her brothers.

She was inclined to agree with her sister that learning additional languages was easier the younger you started, Marta had discovered that in UK schools they didn't start any classes for European languages till the pupils were eleven or twelve. She asked what ones they taught below that age, only to find they learned none at all. This seemed stupid as all her friends at least spoke Russian, and most could get by talking with people from one or more of their seven neighbouring countries, she knew girls who spoke Romanian, Hungarian and Polish as if they were natives.

One of the things they had discovered about the street kids, back from when Marta had first come up with the MMC, "Marta's Magic Crew" was that these lads used a wide range of languages when hustling on the streets, this was why it had been a shock to discover they were for the most part illiterate and uneducated. Thanks to Irisha's intervention this was another problem that was being solved.

They walked round to Anna's house where Marta was keen to hear how the TTMF was progressing from the a models perspective, as it had been running now for over five months. Both Anna and Eve had a shift or two most weeks, either before or after school, and now with more girls taking part all the time, nobody had to sit at a keyboard for three hours at a stretch. It was now less rigid with up to six girls taking part over that time frame, which allowed for bathroom breaks, or taking time out to eat supper or whatever.

Alina, as Marta's eyes on the ground kept track of the TTMF, and the members own talking shop to watch out for trends, or any useful comments that could lead to new photo or video opportunities. Between them they had been working up a list of themes for the coming crazy summer season, with the costume department in full swing so there would be no lack outfits ready for the rush of girls from the provinces.

One of Alina's ideas had been to monitor the growth rate of the models, with so many girls it had turned into quite a database, which had been combined with her earlier work listing the various skills or hobbies that could prove useful. Now they were aware when girls had suddenly blossomed outwards, or shot up in hight, and they kept the costume department informed so outfits could be matched to the right girls if substitutions were needed.

Alina had previously been in sales, but now working on development, she watched many aspects of the studio, and it was abundantly clear that turnover was on a steadily rising curve, with new members joining on a daily basis. Marta went on to say that almost every model at the studio was now seeing an increase of income on residuals, sales from their older sets that were being discovered by the new members that were looking over the vast back catalogue of picture sets.

The two younger girls listened to Marta's current deductions gleaned from all the data that she and Alina had been sifting. It appeared as if a rising hump in sales occurred during a girl's career as she transitioned from that hairless state of being at the cusp of adolescence, and on through the early stages of that pubescent growth phase, giving a meaningful look at the two girls in front of her.

Talking together it was plain that both girls were at that stage in their development when they should see their careers blossom alongside their own personal growth, and it was the time they should think about increasing the rate at which they squirrelled away banked sets for future release.

"Just think Eve when we're older and have great big breasts, and pubic hair down to our knees, our future fans will still be buying new picture sets of how we look now, and how we will look over the next couple of years."

"It's kind of a weird thought about the pictures, but I don't want great big breasts, I'll settle for medium one's like my mum, and I definitely don't want hair down to my knees thank you very much, not that I've ever seen any pictures quite that bad."

"From what I've seen from the olden days like in the seventies, nudists and stuff, they all had really wild pubic hair, but you can see in recent pictures of grown ups that lots of people at least trim, and a lot must shave, or wax like Marta does."

Eve got up the courage to ask the older girl how it felt.

"Damn painful, well it was worse the first time, but it's not as bad now it's under control and I'm more used to it, but I like feeling smooth again, like before puberty came along, and it makes me feel fresher, less messy, especially like during my period. It's nice the way my panties fit, without a big bulge of wiry hair, so it will be better in the summer with a bikini too, but best of all is the fact that Karl likes it!"

The two younger girls burst out laughing as Marta finished her comments by making lapping movements with her tongue.

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To be continued in Chapter 69

PS. Plodding on with a parallel tale, (not yet ready to post) about a girl from the sticks - around 40 odd pages so far, but it keeps moving to the back burner to make way for new chapters about Anna and her friends.