{ASSM} {ASS} REV 5 Marilyn <*> {Ho Masubi} (MF rom cons inc)


This revision clarifies and adds elements to the previous
versions.

INRODUCTION WARNING: This story is sexually explicit in nature
and should not be read by anyone who is under the age of 18 or a
not ready or willing to read such material.

First Amendment: Congress shall make no law respecting an
establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise
thereof; or abridging the freedom of religion or of the press; or
the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition
the Government for a redress of grievances.



1.   About the story Marilyn. The story is not advocacy fiction
it is a way to explore the issue of incest and underage sex. The
story involves consensual sex between a 13 year girl and her
father. The story is not pornography but it involves explicit
sexual activity.



2.  Statement on incest and under age sex I would not want these
events to take place in this reality. I have never had any
interest in real incest but fantasy incest seems very different.
Actually there seems to be a biological aversion to incest. 
Usually people are only attracted to close relatives when they
have been raised apart. However there are exceptions.

In the same way sex between adults and children appears so risky
for both parties that it is something that no moral or sane adult
would seek. Any sexual relationships can close off choices which
have to be taken into consideration before an adult can morally
engage in such a relationship.  Like everything else any act
might be moral.

Laws against incest and underage sex seem to make sense because
the potential for abuse is too great. In an incestuous
relationship or a relationship with someone who is under age, the
difference in power between the two maybe so great, that there
can be no consent.  This is not always the case but laws are made
for the greatest good for the greatest number and are not made
for any one individual case. If an act is kept private and no one
is hurt then it's no one else's business. Once it becomes public
or once someone is hurt then it become society's business.

It seems we are trapped in own hysteria. We seem to be moving to
a point where masturbation and lustful thoughts are treated more
harshly then murder. With out knowledge we can't address any
problem. All we do know is some people have been hurt terribly
and some people are being punished even though they don't seem to
have hurt anyone.

The hysteria about this subject is at such a peak, in this
society, that there is no rational way to examine the issue.  If
one tries to discuss the issue then one risks being labeled as an
offender. The same problem exists with studies or reports
because, if people who have had either experience, report
honestly they are likely be exposed to legal problems or public
embarrassment. The only people who are likely to take such a risk
are those who have an ax to grind either way and they can not be
trusted to tell the truth. As for anonymous reports they can
never be trusted. Consequently it seems that fiction is the only
way to examine the issue at this time



This story takes place in the same universe as the story a HOME
INVASION by Ho Masubi (MF rom cons inc) If you like either story
you are likely to like the other



Any comments are welcome. Please remove the letter x from the
following email address and send comments to 
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MARILYN


I got up late at least late for Georgia. I flew in from Atlanta
last night. It was my first day in New York City. My Dad lives on
Washington Square in Greenwich Village, New York. We lived in
Gainesville, Georgia before my mother died.  My father's name is
Major Brown.  Major is his first name not his rank.  He isn't in
the army but he was and he was a major but now he's a business
executive. He used to be a big executive in Atlanta.  He ran the
number one or number two soft drink company in the world,
depending on who's counting.  Once my mom died he became a big
New York executive. He tried to dump me with my Auntie Clair in
Holly Springs.  She tried to be nice but I wasn't going be dumped
and forgotten by my father.  I started acting like a brat and it
didn't take long before Aunty called dad and begged him to take
me.  Dad didn't even spend any time with me.  I came on Sunday
night and he was off to work Monday.


He said I would be safe enough in Greenwich Village He told me
had a friend named Ola who agreed to look after me during the day
when he was wasn't there.  He said Ola lived next door and worked
down the street at place called Camera.  I thought it must have
been a camera store. That wasn't so bad because I like to take
pictures. He said he set up some accounts for me in the stores in
the area so I could get clothes and stuff.  I know he wanted me
to get clothes.  It embarrassed him that I wore baggy jeans and
sweatshirts.  I know he also wanted me to get a hair cut but I
liked the way I looked given that fact that I am ugly. The kids
back home used tease me about my looks and being clumsy. They
said I had two left feet. Sometimes people would say that I was
pretty just to make fun of me.  But a 13 year old girl who's 5"
8' with a big mouth full of straight teeth and outsized eyes is
more like a monster then a girl.  Beside I have a birth defect I
was born missing some ribs which gave me a 20" waist. Maybe some
people would have said my tits were nice but they weren't ever
going to see them.  I covered them up with a baggy sweat shirt. A
13 year old isn't supposed to have a C cup and a 38 inch chest.



I didn't have to worry about school it was nearly May and my dad
felt that he should just start me in the fall. The problem was I
wouldn't be meeting anyone until September.  It looks like I had
a long boring summer ahead of me. The place was not as big as our
house but in is own way it was much nicer.  It had everything and
I must say dad spared no expense when it came to my room.  It
even has a large screen TV and every video game on the face of
the Earth, like I cared.  He must have thought I would say cooped
up in this place all summer.  Well this is one Georgia girl who
going to explore.



Washington Square was great. It had a big arch, trees and
benches.  In a funny way Greenwich Village was like a village. I
guess that's why they call The Village. I wandered around
Washington Square.  There was a school on one side and stores and
houses on the other.  I went in and out of some restaurants.  I
was hungry and I had credit cards and money but I didn't exactly
know what to do.  Do you just go in and sit down or what?  Then
by accident, I opened the door to a beauty pallor and I was
greeted by some man saying, "Marilyn it's: It's really you. You
are more beautiful then I thought." I hated people making fun of
me so I turned around and left. The guy followed me out of the
door and caught up with me when I was in the middle of the
street. "Please, please I am so sorry for what ever I have done.
My name is Ola."  You know it's funny I never thought he was a
pervert or dangerous.   "Ola, my dad told me about you." "He did?
 Oh yes he did." "He didn't tell you my name was Marilyn did he?"
"Oh no what is your name?" "Dad named me Marilyn but I hate that
name. I'm Georgia: I named myself."  He extended his hand.  I put
out my hand and he kisses it and gives a little bow.  I tell him
not act silly or to make fun of me.  He apologizes again asked to
be of service."



I told him I didn't need anything. He said, "Now, you are being
silly I can see you need some breakfast.  Come on girl. Let's get
out of the street and get you your breakfast." He took me by the
arm and we started walking down the sidewalk.   "You are right I
am starving.  I just flew in from Atlanta, last night and that
last thing I had was diner on the plane." "You poor thing you
should never ever eat airline food." Wait! "Oh my God, it's you.
"You said that." "Your father told me about you?  "I said that."
 "Now I am all mixed up. I thought you were..."  Then he stopped
and held me at arms length.  His eyes grew big. He looked happy
and shocked at the same time. He gave me hug and said "It's you.
It's you. Then we continued down the sidewalk and he kept raving,
you have no idea, do you?  "What do you mean?  You keep saying
the same thing."  "I'm sorry it's just the way you look."  He
must have just realized how awful I looked but I had agreed to go
to breakfast with him so I was stuck."



"Here we are dearie."  I looked up and we were standing in front
of a place called the Pink Teacup.  I asked him if it was a gay
place.  "No darling it's Southern.  We just came in and sat down.
Ola gestured at one of the waiters and he brought me eggs,
sausages, grits and biscuits, just like home.  Ola, had coffee
and some rolls. "You need a good breakfast on your first day; if
you want anything; if you really, really want it, Ola will get it
for you no matter what.



Now, let me explain myself as best I can. I was expecting you. 
Your father and I are close friends.  When he told me you were
coming to live with him. I offered to look after you when he was
at work.  When I help people and expect nothing in return what I
get back is usually far greater then I could imagine.  I offered
to help because a young girl needs someone to watch out for her.
Now it turns out you were someone that I wanted to meet for my
whole life." I didn't know her name or where she was from. She
was someone who I wanted to protect and help." I figured at that
point that he was completely nuts.  Then he got nervous, and
said,   "Don't worry I'm gay. We both laughed. It was clear that
he was nuts but; harmless.   He added, "Just think of me as your
Fairy Godmother"



He wondered about dad and said, "Where's your father?" "Oh he
left for work before I got up." "The cad didn't spend your first
day here with you and help you get settled.  Tell me all about
your trip. There was nothing to tell really.  "It was boring
because I can't sleep on a plane.  Dad picked me up in a limo and
we drove here.  He showed me my room and told me to go to sleep.
Then when I woke up he had already left for work."   "Well then I
will help you get settled. I could tell you needed a real
breakfast"   "It reminded me of home.  In Georgia people take
breakfast seriously.  Usually I don't eat meat but today was an
exception."  "Well that explains why your skin is so great but
how did you get so thin. Who is your trainer? Tell me and I will
have him shipped up here immediately. My girls need him." "You
have been living in New York too long. I don't have a trainer. I
don't eat sugar which keeps me thin and my teeth cavity free.  I
also walk a lot, at least 10 miles a day. I spend most of my time
in the woods taking pictures of the Chestatee River." "Chestatee
you don't say. That's where I got my start taking pictures of the
Chestatee.  I grew up in Dahlonega..."  "I'm from Gainesville.
That's how you know my father."



"I have to see your pictures. Did you bring them with you?" "Does
a duck swim?  Of course I did."  "Ok, so after breakfast we will
go to your place and I will help you unpack and then we will look
at your pictures." "But don't you have to go back to work. My dad
said you worked in a camera store." "That sounds like your dad. 
I own Camera, that's where we met; it's a hair salon.  I also own
a photography studio called Camera.  I mostly run the place. 
Other people take the pictures for advertising and fashion. I
take portraits and do a few fashion shoots a year.  My time is my
own.



Now there's something I need to tell you.  I didn't meet your dad
in Gainesville; I met your dad in Atlanta. He helped me get my
book published.  It was a book of portraits of prisoners who were
confined in Wilcox State Prison. I started taking pictures of
prisoners of who were going home because they wanted people to
recognize them.  Soon I was taking pictures of everyone in the
prison.



I was there because I was convicted of murdering my mother.  Our
house blew up when I was in town drunk.  It was a leaky gas main
but they tried to cover it up by blaming me. People heard me and
mother arguing about my going out with someone named Alex. I saw
Alex that night and got so drunk that I didn't remember what
happened." "That morning around 3 am a gas main broke under the
house and exploded. If I only had been there..."  "What could you
have done?" "I don't know but I will never forgive myself.  I
didn't fight the charges: I felt I deserved to go to prison.



The next two and a half years were, in away, the greatest years
of my life.  I started out helping the inmates who were about to
be released, by taking their portraits, so people could
recognized them when they got home. Soon I was taking everyone's
picture. It was then that I learned that I was a great portrait
photographer, maybe the best.



After I was released I got big settlement from the state and met
the Governor who apologized.  I asked him to help me get my book
of portraits published.  He sent me to meet with your father. 
Your dad had his company start their own publishing division so
they could publish my book.  They published all my books
including several other books that I did on prisoners. My book
helped your father's company and made me famous." I knew the
story had to have been true but there was something wrong or
something he was leaving out.



Before we left I asked him if he made up his name like I did. "No
I got it honestly. My name really is Ola: Ola Jackson actually.
My family name is Jackson. It's a good Southern name. I got the
name Ola from my mother. She was Portuguese. She met my father
when he was in the Navy and stationed in Portugal. After they
were married he left the service and brought my mother back to
Georgia. My dad worked for Jackson Electric, no relation, as a
lineman. They lived together presently enough for 2 years except
for one thing, mother wanted to have a child.  When my father was
hit by lighting at work and killed, mother was heartbroken.  She
was afraid that she would never have a child.  She went to the
doctor to see if she was pregnant but the doctor said she wasn't.
 She kept insisting that she was pregnant but everyone thought
she was crazy.  Six months after my father died she went to the
hospital insisting she was in labor. The doctors thought that she
was just pretending but they kept her for observation.  I was
born in the hospital bed not the delivery room.  The first thing
mother said to me was 'ola' meaning hello so she called me Ola.
Mother believed that if you wished for something hard enough,
sometimes it just happens.  She said she wished me into
existence."



And talking about wishes what think you want isn't what you
really want. You think you want to be important but already are
important." "No one ever said that about me before, how can you
be so sure?" "I know I am right because I a never wrong about
these things. I can see it written all over you: I'm a
photographer.  What intrigues me is I have never have seen a girl
who is so invested in herself." "I decided to claim myself
because no one else would but what I want to know what you think
my real wish is." "What you really want is for people to
recognize you, for the important person that you already are." "I
don't care if you are a photographer, you can't possible see
that?" "I don't have to see, it.  I know you want recognition
because that's why you came to New York: That's why everyone
comes to New York."


We went back to the apartment and Ola helped me put my stuff away
and arraigned some furniture in my room.  He made me show him my
pictures.  We took them over to his place because he said the
light was better. Instead of going out the front door we went
through our living room out through the French Doors on to a
balcony that overlooked a park with a flower garden in the
backyard of the building.  The balcony was connected to Ola's
living room.




He had a table in his living room near a window and used it to
look at the pictures. He told me to look around his apartment
while he looked at my pictures. He said he didn't want me
standing next to him worrying about what he thought. His
apartment was so beautiful I was embarrassed about my pictures.
The place had beautiful furniture and was filled art: paintings,
sculpture, photographs.  Most of the photographs were of Marilyn
Monroe. There was an alcove that was set up like a shrine. In the
center of it was a nude autographed picture of her.  I was
looking at it when I heard Ola who was standing behind me say,
"That picture is only one in existence I bought it at auction
last year."  "She is so beautiful." "But so alone." I was
surprised. I didn't know that much about her. "I thought she was
a movie star?" "She was, but she was so much more beautiful then
anyone else at that time that no one was like her.  She gave the
world so much beauty but the people she loved abandoned her.



Come let's look at your pictures. They are quite good. Let me
show you." We went back to the table where he was looking at my
pictures. He had four prints separated from the rest.  After we
went over them together he said, "How would you like to be my
assistant?  Better yet how would you like to be my apprentice? I
will teach you photography and about New York and I will get the
help that I need." His offer was such a shock I just nodded, yes.
Before we went to his studio we went to the beauty pallor; the
shop as he called it. We went the back way, downstairs, out the
backdoor, through the garden in the back of the building, to an
alley that ran to the back door of the shop.  After that Ola had
someone call for a car to take us uptown.



Each day Ola and I would go uptown, in the late morning, to his
studio.  He taught me about photography and the business. He even
took to me up to Connecticut to teach me about taking nature
pictures. I worked on his photo shoots.  I learned everything
from makeup and lighting to setting up the camera equipment.  He
had plenty of help but there always something that needed to be
done and I did it.



Every photo shoot was special. Ola only shot famous people or
special fashion events like Full Frontal Fashion.  We took
pictures of the president when he came to town.  We also did
publicity photos for the new James Bond film, which was coming
out in the fall. All the actors were nice expect for the actress
who played Bond's love interest. The new Bond Girl was a real
bitch.  She actually seemed jealous of me and asked me to leave
the set.



At night we would go out for dinner to some posh place and then
either to the theater or a party.  He dressed me up like a boy
and told everyone my name was George.  I always wore sneakers and
black baggy jeans, something to cover up my boobs, a turtle neck
and a very expensive sports jacket. It was just like Ola said
rich people can see money and the jacket impressed them. I also
wore sun glasses to cover my face and Ola puffed up my hair so it
look like hay and "styled it" so it covered my face.



Its funny, I liked, being a girl and dressing like a boy. I hated
being a boy and dressing like one.  The more I did it the more I
wanted to wear a dress and be, God forbid, feminine. As a boy I
did get to hear a lot of stuff girls don't get to hear.  I also
learned how to act like a boy which helped me understand men
more.  The worse of it was using the men's room. I was usually
able to avoid it but Ola said if I had to go I was to use the
men's room.   I don't know why men put up with smell: Even the
nicest ones were dirty.



Everyone wondered who I was. Ola was very protective.  He kept me
with him all the time and wouldn't let anyone talk to me; like he
was jealous. Certainly it made Ola seem very gay. There were
columns about me in the paper.  'Who is the young man that Ola
takes to all the parties?' I often would tease Ola by asking him
which would make them more shocked the fact that I was 13 or that
I was a girl?  They also wondered why he wouldn't let me drink
alcohol or stay out much after midnight.  Afterwards Ola would
ask me questions about the people and have me do imitations of
them.



Ola also took pictures of me, lots of them. He had my father's
permission of course.  After my father saw some of them he signed
a release saying Ola could take what ever pictures he wanted as
long as he didn't sell them. Every photo session was totally
private no one, absolutely no one, was allowed on the set. They
weren't modeling pictures they were just pictures so me. I was
nude in some of the pictures.  He also took pictures of me in
dresses and formal wear. After a while I got used to wearing
dresses and actually began to like wearing them. Ola said that no
matter what the pictures belonged to me and even I couldn't
release them until I was 21.  I hated them because I still looked
ugly and vowed that when I was 21 that they would be burned.



Ola's sent me to his trainer.  The trainer said he never saw
anyone in better shape. He said that I needed to build up my butt
and gave me some exercises.  I never heard of someone's butt
being too small but I did as he asked. I also a played lot of
paddle ball with the models my age who worked at Ola's. They all
were great kids. They never teased me about my looks like the
kids did back in Georgia. Actually most of them treated me like I
was attractive which made me feel accepted.



I was able to win most of my games because sooner or later
because most of the other kids would get tired, even the boys. 
The only girl who gave me any trouble was Jill Davenport. She was
a lot smaller then I was but she was very quick and very strong
for her size. What really made her hard to play was she was so
tricky.  If I looked at her to try and tell where the ball was
going she would always fool me. She could hit ball in one
direction and make it seem like she hit the other way.



Jill and I became good friends. We met on a shoot for Full
Frontal Fashion which was the most prestigious fashion show of
the year.  She just started working with Ola and she didn't know
him very well. She used to work with Max Steinberg but there was
some scandal over an ad for jeans.  People complained that the
ads made Jill look too sexy, which was funny because compared to
most of the models, Jill was very conservative.



Jill was also a lot of fun. She was always playing head games. 
Every day she would have a new story where she either contracted
a new disease or was having an affair with someone famous. She
taught me a lot about people and how to know what their fantasies
were just by looking at them. We used to watch old movies and she
showed me what the stars were really like underneath it all in
real life and how lonely some of them were and how much they
wanted love. She said that being beautiful doesn't stop you from
being alone. Jill said that her father ignored her and her mother
hated her and she didn't know what to do about it.



She taught me how to appear sexy without changing my appearance.
She said people are controlled by their fantasies and if you know
what their fantasies are you can control them.  We would watch
movies again and again and then Jill would have me imitate the
actors. Then she showed me how to take what I learned watching
movies and apply it in real life while sounding natural.  She
also taught me to trap people eyes.  If you have big blue eyes
like mine and you look into people's eyes a certain way they just
stare at you and it's hard for them to look away.  That plus
using what I learned listening to sexy movie stars and it was
clear that even I could have an affect on men. I could even trick
some of the photographers into flirting with me. I found that
with hard work and practice even an ugly girl like me could
attract men.  Not that I ever did anything like that with Ola: 
He had no idea what Jill was teaching me.



The one guy who I had no affect on was Brian who was the gayest
guy I ever met.  Brian was kind of klutzy but he meant well and
was totally loyal to Ola.  He started working with Ola after Ola
saved him from a gay bashing. Brian was in love with Ola and was
always trying to seduce him with no effect. Brian said that Ola
never had boyfriend or a girlfriend.



Then there was Ragnar.  Ola swore that it was his real name. He
handled security for Ola. Somehow he earned the right to wear
Hells Angles colors even though he really wasn't in the club. He
and I became friends and he really opened up to me.  I asked him
a lot of questions about Ola because there was something about
him that didn't fit. Ragnar told me a lot of about Ola and things
about himself that he never told anyone else. Ragnar said Ola was
the bravest most honorable person that he ever met. He said he
met Ola when they were in prison together in Georgia. He said he
didn't even know Ola when Ola risked his life to save him from
being raped. He said that some people were Ola's girls, even
guys, and he would get them anything that they wanted no matter
what. He said that Ola made sure that no one hurt his girls or if
they did he made sure that they very, very sorry that they did.



I got to see what he meant first hand one day when Ola and I were
hanging out at his office.  He got a call on his private line
from Lana.  She was a model who used to work with Ola. She quit
modeling and moved to California after she married Jarrah Willit.
Willit was a famous Australian action movie star.  Every movie of
his, had the same plot he plays a martial arts expert who goes
undercover and gets caught in a fight between the between the
good guys and the bad guys. The film always ends the same way
with him beating everyone up.



Lana was hysterical: I could hear her crying on the phone. Jarrah
beat her up and she called Ola for help. I never saw anyone move
so fast. He got Ragnar and they headed for the airport.  He
assigned me to do all the dog work.  I had to start off by
calling the mayor and telling him that his photo shoot had to be
rescheduled. Then I got Brian and told him what happened and he
took care of the business part. Ola called from the plane and
told me he had gotten the use of a furnished apartment close by
the studio.  I got the keys and checked the place out.  It was a
mess.  I started working cleaning up the place; the next thing I
knew it was 9 pm and someone was buzzing to get in.  I looked at
the monitor, of the lobby, and I saw two big thugs ringing the
buzzer. I was scared at first until I remembered that Ola called
and told me he was sending over some security people.  After they
said they knew Ragnar and showed me their Hells Angles colors I
let them in. People in New York don't go around pretending to be
Hells Angles at least not for very long.



I was there when Lana came in the next day with Ola and Ragnar. 
Her nose was broken and she had two black eyes.  She also had a
lot of bruises on her body. She didn't want anyone to see her.
Ola stayed with her the first night.  After that the place filled
up with help but there was still plenty to do.  Mostly I spend my
time doing errands for Ola or waiting in his office for his
instructions. We all knew that Jarrah would come after her. It
was just a matter of time.  About week after Lana came in I got
an anonymous call on Ola's private line that Jarrah was spotted
in New York.  The person hung up before I could ask any
questions.  No one was around who could help.  Ola's cell phone
was turned off and so was Ragnar's.  Lana's apartment didn't have
a phone: Everyone uses cells. I got a taxi and went over to
Lana's.  I didn't know what I was going to do. I only hoped that
Ola was there.



When I walked into Lana's building I saw Ola struggling with
someone in the stairway leading to the basement.  I ran to the
stairway but by the time I got there they disappeared.  I
carefully snuck down stairs.  I wanted to help Ola with out
getting myself into trouble. There was a hall at the base of the
stairs and I heard Ola talking to someone.  "Get the handcuffs
off of him Ragnar." I snuck down the hall and at the end of the
hall there was a large basement room. Ola was holding someone who
was wearing handcuffs. Ragnar had a baseball bat under his arm
and he was taking the handcuffs off the guy.  I couldn't see him
at first but when he spoke with his Australian accent I knew it
had to be Jarrah Willit.  He was rubbing his wrists. He turned
and looked at Ola.  "So what are you going to do now have your
Hells Angel friend try to beat me with a baseball bat?  Let him
try.  I'll take it away from him and shove it up his arse."  Ola
was like a different person.  He was pacing back and forth like a
cat.  Not a housecat more like a tiger.  Actually more like a man
a real man: strong, powerful, and deadly.  He said, "You maybe
right about Ragnar but he isn't going to be fighting you."  "So,
Lana's queer friend is going to teach me a lesson?"   "At this
point you can insult me all you want, because, sir I am going to
give you a good thrashing." Jarrah laughed and said, I'm 6"4' and
you are 5" 10' and I'm 240 and your about 170 lbs." "Size doesn't
mean anything to me, Mr. Willit."  Willit smiled and said, "I
really am the person you see in the movies.  I was All Pacific
Tae Kwon Do champion 4 years running and won mixed martial arts
competition in Japan, Australia and China.  Where did you learn
to fight faggot?"



Suddenly he punched Ola in the face. He stayed close to Ola
punching him again and again. I thought he was going to kill him.
I almost ran out to help when Ola had some how wrapped himself
around Jarrah's arm and there was a loud crack.  Jarrah fell on
the floor. "You broke my arm. Are you satisfied?" Ola was back on
his feet still holding Jarrah's arm. He bent the arm at the elbow
and rotated the arm back over Jarrah's shoulder. There was
another loud crack and Jarrah started screaming. Ola seemed very
calm, "I learned to fight in Prison, asshole.


Let's see I broke your elbow your shoulder and your nose. I knew
I forgot something." He punched Jarrah on the bridge of the nose
and it exploded with blood.  Then he started kicking Jarrah until
he threw up.  "In prison they used to make guys like you into
women." Then I saw something I never thought I would ever see. 
Willit was on his knees. He bent over holding himself off the
floor with his head. He started pulling down his pants with his
uninjured arm. "I'll give you what you want.  I'll give you what
you want. Just don't be so rough."  At first Ola didn't know what
to do. I never saw anyone look so shocked and disgusted at the
same time. Ola grabbed Willit's pony tail and yanked him back on
his butt. He said, "And they think I am gay and you're straight.
I am not gay but if I were I wouldn't fuck you with Ragnar's
dick. You disgust me.



What's the matter couldn't you get it up for a beautiful lady?"
"I could only do her when I was drunk."  Ola shook his head and
said, "I knew you were gay but I thought my doubts about you were
prejudice.  Guy guys sometime make the best husbands and she was
so in love."  Jarrah said, "When she found out I only married her
to silence the rumors about me being gay she threatened to go to
the papers." "Well that wasn't very nice; I will have a talk with
her.  But she is one of my girls and no one hurts my girls.



Now here is what is going to happen.  Lana will be here for a few
months. She needs counseling and after that she will be working
in Europe." "Isn't it stupid telling me where she going."  "It's
an act of kindness, far better then you deserve.  You better keep
track of her because if you two are in the same city you will
die."  Ola kicked him again, "Do you understand, you sack of
shit." All Jarrah could do was nod yes and throw up.  "If you
send any message to her or talk about her you will die. If you
mention her in an interview or answer any questions about her you
will die. You won't contest the divorce either. The papers have
already been filed. Even if she tries to see you it makes no
difference. If you two are in the same city you will die and you
will see it coming.



There are Hells Angles every where, even in Australia. Hells
Angles are only a small part of my contacts.  Everyone likes to
look good.  I probably have taken the pictures of more murders
and psychopaths then any one else. I know I have taken more
pictures of Heads of State then anyone else. If you are anybody I
probably have taken your picture. Need I say more? Everyone wants
to look good.  There is no where that you can go or nothing that
you can do that I won't know about.



Now we come to why I brought my friend Ragnar along. Mr. Willit
have you ever heard the term guts meaning courage.  He kicked
Jarrah in the arm before he had a chance to respond.   Jarrah
screamed and rolled over on his back. There was no resistance
left.  "Yes, Yes.  I know what you mean."  "If people get the
right type of internal injuries they become very fearful.  It
always works. You are so dumb you will probably forget about this
beating in a week and get brave again."  Jarrah shook his head
saying that this was something he would never forget.  "But after
Ragnar is finished with you won't get brave ever again. It takes
a lot of skill to break someone up inside and not kill them.
That's Ragnar's talent. He is so good that he can write his own
ticket. It's lucky for me that he likes to work for me and
unlucky for you, very unlucky.



I had seen enough. I tried to slip away but as I was moving down
the hall when I heard some one yelling so I ran.  I ran up stairs
and through the lobby; into the street.  I ran and ran for I
don't know how long and then I slammed into someone and we fell
down. Who ever he was, he held me as we fell, taking the brunt of
the fall onto the sidewalk. I looked up and it was Ola.  "I am
not going to hurt you. Don't be afraid..." I was up and on top of
him hitting him and crying.  "I am not afraid I am not afraid of
you. Never say I doubt you." He gently held my arms until I
stopped struggling.  "Why were you hitting me?"  "You think I'm
stupid. You think I am afraid. A Southern Gentleman doesn't hurt
ladies; even I know that. You're my hero: I love you."  "Love
me?"  "You are real man: You risked jail protecting Lara's honor.
You're my hero."  He helped me up.  "Then why are you crying?"
'Why am I crying? Why am I crying? I'm just a girl.  I never saw
anyone beat up before."  We both laughed.  I kissed him on the
lips and hugged him. When I hugged him he winced   "Are you
hurt?"  "I think you hurt my shoulder when you ran into me."  "I
hurt you, after you just beat up the world's biggest badass?" We
started to laugh again.  I was so upset that I laughed and cried
at the same time.



"He was punching you in the face. Didn't it hurt?" "Oh it hurt. 
He's really knows karate and he hits like a Georgia Mule but I
didn't get hurt because I was slipping his punches: His punches
were only grazing my face. I wanted him to hit me so I could grab
his arm and break his elbow." "You let him punch you in the face?
I will never understand men but you were so brave." I kissed him
again but this time I was careful not to hurt him.  Then I pulled
myself together and hailed a cab. I took Ola to his doctor and
the doctor bandaged his shoulder and gave him a shot for the
pain.



It was after that that I finally felt I knew Ola well enough to
trust him. It was about a week after the fight that I finally got
up the nerve to tell him my big secret. I went to the shop early
before we usually go uptown and asked to talk to him in his
office. Once we were alone I started to get nervous. Ola must
have thought that I was going to leave. "Georgia you know you can
trust me."  "After you protected Lana I know I can trust you but
I am afraid you will be ashamed of me."  Ola looked surprised and
said, "Ashamed? After the way you helped me with Lana you are my
hero. I don't know any one who could have done a better job. You
were there for me and I will be there for you. I am a
photographer and I know you. You may think its bad but it's
really not that bad. You know that you can tell your fairy
Godmother anything."



"It's terrible. I want to have sex my father." Ola smiled, "Half
of the girls in the city either are having sex with their fathers
or wish they were. Believe me when it comes to sex in this city I
know everything.  If it's an older guy you want I could arrange
something."   "Sure like I want to screw some 40 year old
businessman who is fat and bald.  I rather screw you."  Ola
jumped out of his chair.  I never saw him react like that before.
I could tell right away he wasn't angry. I don't think he knew
what he felt but I did. He sat down quickly and regained his
composure.   "Your father really is a hunk.  He could easily make
six figures as a model if he wanted to, but that not the reason
is it?"   "I am attracted to him but I want to be special to him
because he's important.  It's like his life is a movie where he
is the star and everyone in my family, me included, is an extra.
We aren't even actors we're extras. We just stand in the
background but we don't even get to say anything. I want to say
something.   I want to be someone."



"First of all when did you decide to seduce him?" "I don't know
it seems I always wanted him but after he moved to New York I
really started thinking about it." "Ok, did you act on an impulse
or did you have a plan?" "Both, I was trying to put together a
plan when I just acted. Jill, you know, Jill Davenport was
helping me"  "Well that's a shock." "People think she is a prude
but she just doesn't like models getting ahead through sex. She
says girls shouldn't be prostitutes. She said she almost wished
her father would do her so he would pay attention to her."  "Well
you could have no better teacher me included. She is best model
that I have ever seen.  She can read people in an instant and she
can act, but why didn't you ask me for help?"  "I was afraid to
tell anyone. I wouldn't have said anything to Jill except she
brought it up. After we got to know each other she told me the
first thing she noticed about me was I had a fantasy about
seducing my father.  She offered to help. She got me to take
better care of myself like letting my nails grow. She sent me to
a doctor who helped me get ready for sex and prescribed birth
control pills. She gave me some exercises to do so it wouldn't
hurt to have sex the first time. She taught me a lot about sex
like how to kiss and act like I was attractive."



"Still you should have come to me."  "I didn't trust you until
after the fight. There was something about you that I didn't
understand now I know I can trust you."  Ola shook his head and
said, "Didn't you know that you are one of my girls." "You never
said I was until now.  Now that I know I am one of your girls you
have my promise. If I ever try anything like this again I will
tell you."



"Ok, that's settled. When did you start trying to seduce him?"
"It was right after Lana came to town.  Seeing her made me decide
to try it.  I was supposed to wait until Jill said I was ready. 
She said she had a plan all worked out for me but if I tried it
on my own I would blow it.  I think that she was hoping that I
would change my mind." "It seems that Jill doesn't know
everything.  Once you decide to do something nothing can stop
you." "I haven't seen her in nearly a month. I know she is very
busy trying to get some big contract.  I hadn't seen her for two
weeks before Lana came to town. Seeing what happened to Lana made
me feel impatient and I went ahead on my own.  I started rubbing
my breasts in his back and walking out of the shower nude.  Then
I even put on skirt and spread my legs for him but he just looked
away. He just ignored me like he always does."



"Well he won't be ignoring you.  Wait just a damn minute what you
are going to do the next day?"  "The next day?" "This isn't a
movie where they roll the credits when your dad kisses you. There
is another scene. You wake up next to him in his bed, then what?"
 "Oh god I didn't think of that." "Well you must" "I only want to
do it once and disappear." "Like Cinderella, that's crazy?" He
look down and said, "But you really want this so. God let me
think." He closed his eyes and bent his head. The he leaned back,
held his head and looked up. "Oh my God I am a Fairy Godmother. 
I've got it. You can appear out of nowhere and then disappear
only to reappear like butterfly." "What are you talking about?"
He took his hands away and looked straight at me and said "I am
sorry but being a genius isn't easy. There will be a sexy Georgia
who will appear out of nowhere.  Then she will disappear only to
be replaced by a beautiful woman who will be both daughter and
escort for you father.



Here is how we are going to do it. The day before your rendezvous
with dad you will have a makeover, an extreme makeover. It will
be so extreme that he won't recognize you. Then after a night of
wild sex you will slip away when he is asleep. Then the next day
you will have another extreme makeover. It will be so extreme
that your father won't recognize you from the night before." "Ola
nobody can do that." "Nobody but me that is, It's going to work
because your father isn't rational when it comes to one woman.
Your father and I share an obsession. We both love the same woman
and you will be that woman for one night." "Who?"  "Why do you
think your father called you Marilyn?" "No, you can't mean?"
"Yes, Georgia your real name is Marilyn and I am going to turn
into Marilyn, Marilyn Monroe.



Before I could say anything we went into the shop and pulled
everyone in.  "This is going got be quick because I know some of
you are busy. This it top priority. Georgia is going to be having
an extreme makeover soon.  I don't know when so don't ask. I need
a total written evaluation ASAP. That's: hair skin nails. Then
take samples and send them out to the lab. After you are done
send her up to the studio.  I will be waiting and I need to take
a lot of pictures." I was still in shock. I went out into the
office and they started working on me.  Then they sent me up to
the studio. Ola had everything set up for the pictures. He took
all sorts of pictures both digital and film.  He even took
infrared and ultraviolet pictures.



After he was finished we sat down and went over everything. Ola
said, "We have two weeks to pull it off. It's going to be tight
but we can do it. Thankfully I already know your hair nails and
skin are in top shape. The whole thing is perfect because you
were going to have a make over anyway. I have already been
planning it for over a month. I knew you wanted to go places with
your father and be his escort. I talked him into taking you to a
gala at the Lincoln Center which will be taking place in two
weeks. "He never told me anything about it." Ola shook his head
and said, "He doesn't deserve you but his indifference will make
our job easier.



I have been training you to be your father's escort with out your
knowledge."  "You mean, kind of like the movie Karate Kid where
he teaches the kid wax on and wax off."  "Just like wax on wax
off, only it was going to the theater and parties and wearing
evening dresses for pictures." "You did that for me? You knew
about my fantasy." "Yes, I saw something in you that Jill didn't
see. I must admit that I feel jealous of her.  Here she is a
little slip of a girl and she sees something about one of my
girls that I missed. I hate to think what she will be like when
she gets to be my age.



What makes this perfect is the day before you go to the gala it's
a full moon; the second full moon of the month and that makes it
a Blue Moon."  Ola could see from my expression that I didn't
know what he meant. "A full moon comes every 28 days so having
two full moons in a month only happens rarely. It's nothing
really, but there is an urban legend about the Blue Moon being
magical.  Your father really is a brilliant man when it comes to
business but he is often unaware and gullible when it comes to
things that are happening around him. We know what his fantasy is
and with that knowledge, we can make him believe that the Blue
Moon is really magic.



That night Ola had my dad come over to his place to tell him that
his fantasy was going to be fulfilled.  He wanted me to eavesdrop
from the bedroom so I knew the plan.  "Major it will be a Blue
Moon in two weeks."  "Don't tell me that you believe in that
nonsense?" "Haven't I done the miraculous for you at times?" "Yes
you have done things that could only be described as magical."  
"Well in two weeks on the night of the Blue Moon I will give you
your fantasy, if you want it."  "Impossible." It got real ironic
at that point. "You can't be mean Marilyn?" "Yes I am talking
about Marilyn.  She isn't Marilyn Monroe of course but someone as
beautiful; a blond bomb shell.  She will be an up dated version
of her. She will be taller and thinner and her face will be as
beautiful."  "What am I going to have to do?"  "First you will
have to accept that Marilyn will appear as an act of magic on my
part. You must give me your word that you won't be asking me who
she really is or investigating where she came from or try to find
her." "Ok, if this happens then I will really owe you."



"On Friday August 30th after you leave for work you won't go back
to your place until its 9 pm. Instead you will come here between
6 and 7 pm for dinner. Along with dinner we will be having a few
drinks and we will be smoking marijuana."  "Marijuana?  I don't
do drugs."  "Come on, you told that me you smoked before and you
inhaled."  "I was young then.  I don't want a scandal."  "Well
this night will also be a scandal so if you don't want it?" "Now
wait a minute. I didn't say I wouldn't do it. I will do what ever
it takes." "Ok that's better."  "What about Georgia?"  "Don't
worry she is going to be staying at a friend's house. I already
made the arrangements.  You will have their phone number."




"Speaking of Georgia, remember the very next night will be her
debut as your escort. Have you gotten the tickets for the gala at
the Lincoln Center and have you told Georgia that you are taking
her?"  "The mayor already had two tickets sent over to my office.
I haven't had a chance to talk to Georgia lately. She has been
spending a lot of time with your friend Lana, but we are going
out for dinner tonight. She isn't going to be wearing jeans to
the Gala, is she?"  "No, I will transform your little girl into a
woman with the help of the Blue Moon."  "My dad gave a chuckle
and said, "That Blue Moon must be really big mojo, eh." "Major
you have no idea. On that night she will be totally changed.  Her
hair will be cut and a new color.  She won't be dressed like a
little girl. She will be wearing an evening gown. She will be an
adult and great escort for you. You need to discuss the whole
thing with her tonight. I think you will be surprised about how
sophisticated she is.  She will be staying overnight at a friend
house on the 30th. You won't be seeing her until 6 pm on the 31st
unless you join us at Camera of course. It's there that she will
be having a total make over.  I doubt that you will recognize
her. On the night you go to the gala take her to a nice place for
dinner; brief her and have the two of you work out a game plan
for the night."




The next two weeks were very busy. The only thing that stayed the
same was my working out and doing the exercises that Jill gave me
to do; it involved squeezing my pussy.  The doctor it called them
kegel exercises. I don't think that Jill knew it was called that.
I did it all the time anyway and I could do it for hours.  I also
worked on something Jill showed me about not having a gag reflex.



Ola and I brought a whole fall wardrobe with daddy's money. The
clothes that seemed the strangest were the lingerie.  We ended up
getting ten complete outfits with matching shoes. We got a lot of
strapless half bras because when I got fitted for the bras it
turned out my breasts pointed upward so they didn't need any
support. Actually they pointed up so much that my nipples were
above the bra. Normally I like a lot of support for my breasts
but it was good to know that they didn't sag.




Ola ordered three hand made dresses that had to be ready before
the day of the first makeover.  The yellow evening gown was the
one I was going to wear to the opera. The red evening gown would
serve as a back up for either night.  The last dress was the
famous dress from the "Seven Year Itch. It was a billowy, white
crepe halter-top dress with a pleated skirt. On my own I would
have never believed that I could carry it off but I believed that
Ola would some how work a miracle.




They stripped off all my body hair not only from my underarms and
the other place but from every place but the top of my head of
course. They removed most of it with a laser.  Then they did a
lot of things with my skin.  Ola said that my skin didn't need
makeup but with all the hair removal it needed extra care.  Ola
said they were going to use a special makeup for that night.  It
was movie makeup and wouldn't come off.  Even the lip stick which
looked very shiny and soft would be permanent until it was taken
off. The makeup would make my skin whiter and look not as rosy as
it usually looked. It contained real pearls and an ultraviolet
pigment so I would seem to glow especially in the moonlight and
the night was going to be a full moon.  Best of all, the makeup
will feel both to me and anyone who touched me like it was my
real skin.




The two weeks went fast and I was so anxious that I couldn't
sleep the night before. I finally went over to Ola's about 6 am.
He was still asleep but he didn't mind me coming over, I did it
all the time.  Actually his place seemed more like home then my
own place. I played around on his computer setting up a play list
of songs for tonight. After he got up I made us both breakfast.




We got to Camera around noon because there was so much to do.
They closed the shop and kept me in the back and wouldn't let me
see a thing. I was in the chair for hours.  It really doesn't
take that long if you are just going to the hair dressers but if
you want the best and you want an extreme make over it takes
longer much longer.  Ola even sent a sample of my hair to a lab.
He ran the dozens of pictures into the computer and planned out
my look. I still didn't know what it was.




He had a team of people work on me.  He wasn't going to be there
until the experts, as he called them, were finished. He got a
colorist from Clairol in Stamford, Connecticut to come in and mix
everything up from scratch. He striped and colored my hair. After
my hair was colored I couldn't help but see it was platinum
blond. Then someone else cut my hair and then the colorist set
it.




After my hair was done I noticed that I was getting more and more
impatient to have sex. You would think that I would be getting
more and more anxious as the day went on. I think that girls are
scared the first time they have sex because they aren't in
control and they aren't the ones who are doing the work. After
being worked on for over three hours I wanted to see how I looked
and I wanted to have sex. I think that sitting in the chair with
nothing to do but squeeze my pussy made have played a part too.
It was the first time that I ever felt horny.



Then it was time for the makeup. A makeup artist who worked for a
movie company came in and put on the body makeup. Then she
covered me with powder from head to toe.  Then she made up my
face. She used about five different shades of red for my lips and
she put on some pale violet and lavender eye shadow which she
said was perfect for my cornflower blue eyes.  Ola's manicurist
used several shades of red nail polish to match my lips. The
makeup artist helped me get dressed. The outfit that Ola picked
out for the night was all white. It was the 7 year itch dress
with high heels, a shiny satin strapless half bra and garter belt
with black shear stockings.



After everything was done, Ola came in the room to show me what I
looked like. Then before he could even say anything, Brian came
in and said the mayor called and needed to talk Ola.  Ola had to
take it because we still weren't able to reschedule his photo
shoot and there was an election coming up. I couldn't stand it. 
I ran out of the back of the shop and looked in the mirror but I
wasn't there. There were other people in the mirror but none of
them was me.  I actually wondered if he made me invisible so I
started making faces and then there was a beautiful woman in the
mirror making faces back at me.  She was a blond bomb shell like
Marilyn: It was me.  It was me.



I ran out of the shop but stopped and realized that I had to stop
running way. Somehow, I had already collected a crowd of males. A
teenage boy asked if I were Marilyn Monroe.  A car actually
pulled over and a man got out.  Well this was enough of me
running way.  I asked the men to walk me back to Camera. I told
them I walked right by it and it was only a half a block away.
About 5 guys formed my first entourage.  When I got back to the
shop, Ola opened the door for me.  I thanked the group for their
help:  I bent my knees and bent over just a little, smiled, blew
them a kiss and went inside. Ola locked the door and gave me a
hug. I was proud that he didn't have to save me and so was he.



We went over to a mirror. In my Marilyn voice I said, "My God,
Mr. Ola what have you done?  "You can do her voice." Sure, I
practiced watching her movies with Jill." "That girl, will
wonders never cease."  Ola showed me some pictures. The first one
was a picture of the famous National Geographic cover with the
picture of the Afghani girl on it. "Look at her. She was 12 years
old and the most beautiful woman in the world.  No one was as
beautiful as she: She was in a class by herself. Lucky for her,
she didn't know it until many years later.  She was so beautiful
that people searched for her until they found her tribe. Her
picture caused people from all over the world to give money to
help her and her tribe and led to a fund helping girls in
Afghanistan get an education. You are that beautiful."  "But I'm
ugly. I have monster eyes and hay for hair." He showed me a
picture of Marilyn Monroe as a child. Now that he pointed it out
she reminded me of me. "She does look like me in away. I never
saw it.  She sure has big eyes and plenty of hair like me. Her
hair is even thick like mine."  "Yes my dear the strands of your
hair are very thick." I learned about hair when I was learning to
take pictures of models so I said, "You mean I have the best kind
of hair?" "Honey, you have the best kind of everything. Remember
the Bond Girl who didn't want you on the set.  She said you were
so beautiful that being around you made her feel ugly. All the
models could see it: Anyone in the business could see that you
were very beautiful. No one said anything because they understood
how shy you were."




Brian came up he was frantic. "Ola, do something.  They're trying
to break into the shop."  They hustled me into the back room and
took off the dress.  They put me back into my sweatshirt and
jeans, which I hated all the sudden, and they covered my hair
with a scarf.  Then Ola, Brian, the makeup woman and I snuck out
the back and went up to Ola's.



After we got to Ola's Brian took a big box filled with light
bulbs out of a closet. Then he and the makeup woman who was
carrying the dress went over to my place. I expected to go with
them but Ola took me into the kitchen. He poured us both a glass
of Champaign, and then he produced a plate with 4 brownies.  We
were both are going the share some brownies.  I knew right way
they had marijuana in them. I said, "I never had marijuana
before." "Don't worry, you won't even feel it.  For dad not to
recognize you he has to be high and if you're not high too he
will seem like a jerk to you." "It looks like I will be doing a
lot of new things tonight."  "Don't worry that's the best way. If
you are going to be doing new things then go all the way.
Tomorrow, the marijuana will give the night the feel of a dream,
but you will know that it really happened." One thing that I
wasn't: was worried. I was impatient, horny and ready for
anything. I ate the brownies.



After that we walked into the living room.  Ola said, "Sit down
Georgia." We sat.  He looked me straight in the eye and said,
"Truly beautiful women live in a different world.  You attract
crowds.  You can say most anything to a man and he will believe
your every word is transcendent wisdom.  After tonight it will be
a years before you become the blond bombshell again. Hopefully
you will be famous first so you won't get type cast.  Tomorrow I
will transform you into a beautiful woman who will look very
different.  The emphasis will be on your eyes not your mouth.  I
have several magazines covers lined up for you including,
Cosmopolitan."  I realized then, that Ola would get people
anything they wanted, even if they didn't know that they wanted
it. I said, "Thank you. I didn't know it, but it's what I really,
really want." It was a good excuse so I jumped up and gave him a
kiss on the mouth.



Ola stood up and said, "Come on let's get you dressed." "Sorry
Ola but I would rather have the makeup woman help me. She knows
wardrobe" Ola, always the Southern Gentleman said, "Suit
yourself. I am going to back to the shop. Oh, you should know
that Brian is putting in special light bulbs in the living room
and your father's room. They work like regular light 3 way light
bulbs but they also give off ultraviolet light. You can't see the
light but it will make everything look different. Your face won't
look the same in the light but you will still look very
beautiful. The light along with the high heels will make you look
taller. Your complexion will look white with a slight bluish cast
and the lights and the makeup together will make you actually
glow.  Oh, and make sure that Brian sets the lights to their
lowest setting. You know Brian." "You really planned everything
out didn't you?" "Knowing your father I expect he will try to
come over early. That's why after Brain changes the light bulbs
he supposed to wait on the street to intercept your father."  As
I left I heard Ola call after me. "Make sure you drink all the
Champaign it's too good to waste."



I entered the living room through the French doors only to see
Brian knock over a lamp and then fall down when he was tying to
pick it up.  I helped Brian to his feet and picked up the lamp. 
I went into my bedroom and Brian followed me holding a light
bulb. I told Brian that he didn't need to change any bulbs in my
room.  Brian handed me the light bulb he was holding and ran off.




I told the woman that I thought the Seven Year Itch dress was
something Ola would like but it was too gay for my father. She
agreed and after looking through the outfits we decided that the
matching bright red shiny satin outfit with high heels, strapless
half bra and garter belt with shear red stockings worked better.
I took off my clothes went into the bathroom and cleaned up. The
makeup woman powdered me all over my body and face and freshened
up the lip stick.  She showed me how to put on the powder and
lipstick.  It worked a little different from the makeup I was
used to, but I already had made up plenty of models before, so it
wasn't hard to learn. Then she helped me put on the underwear.



I thanked the woman for her help and told her that she could
leave. I was going to take off the underwear and rest a little.
Ola was going to call me about a half an hour before my dad came
over so I could get ready.  I needed a nap with all the running
around. Just after the woman left Brian came into my room and did
a double take. Even "Gay Brian" was aroused.  I realized that I
must really be something.  "I, I" He kept looking down at my
body. "Fa" "Got, Got" I had to step in so I said to him what I
thought he was trying to say. "I got everything done and now I am
going to leave." Brian turned to go and said over his shoulder. 
"You got me excited and now I'm all flustered.  I am going to
stand guard."




After he left, I took off my clothes. Then when I was about to
lie down, I saw a light bulb on the bed.  I figured that Brian
forgot to put a bulb in the lamp that he knocked over. I put on
my bathrobe and walked into the living room. It was just as I
thought. I just finished putting the bulb in when someone barged
into the apartment.  It had to be dad.  I dove under the couch
not a moment too soon.  He had brought in flowers for the place.
There were so many that I could smell their perfume. I couldn't
believe that he got by Brian. I tried to call Ola but my cell was
in the pocket of my robe and I was so jammed up under the couch
that I couldn't get to it.  I managed to wiggle it out of my
pocket. Then I slowly bent over enough to get the top of my
finger on it. My finger kept slipping off but I finally managed
to get a grip on it. I called Ola but he couldn't hear me at
first because he was on the street.  I kept whispering he's here,
he's here.  Finally; Ola got it.




Ola flew into the apartment. "Major what are you doing?"
"Flowers; I was in my office and I realized the place needed
flowers."  "You know you weren't supposed to come here until
dark."  "I brought her a diamond bracelet."  "Come on." "We have
to leave now.  No gifts, I told you that. She is a magical
creature and if you give her something it will destroy you both."
I managed get out from beneath the sofa fast enough to see Ola
push dad out the apartment.




I sat down on the couch for a minute to steady my nerves.  When I
got up to walk back into my room I heard someone behind me
saying, "Champaign."  I almost jumped out of my skin. I whorled
around: It was Brian. "Brian what the hell, are you doing here?
You said you were going to watch for dad. He almost caught me."
"You got me so confused that I forgot to tell you tell you that I
forgot the Champaign." "Brian just put the Champaign in the
fridge and set out some glasses I am going to bed."  I went in
and lay down.




The next thing I knew the cell was vibrating.  It was Ola saying,
"Hurry, I don't think I can hold him."  I never talked to Ola
like that before but I said, "You can and you will: Do your job
so I can do mine."  I didn't wait for a reply.  I hung up and got
myself ready.




It was ten to nine and I was in the living room trying to find
the best way to drape myself over the couch.  I finally found a
good spot and was going crazy with anticipation when I realized
that I forget the Champaign. I ran into the kitchen and got the
Champaign and the glasses. Brian actually set them out. Will
wonders never cease?  I got back to the living room and put the
glasses down on the end table next to the couch. I was trying to
open up the Champaign when suddenly there was a loud pop, the
cork flew across the room and the Champaign erupted. I looked up
and there he was standing in front of me.




The first thing he said was, "Marilyn!" I though at first that he
recognized me but no; I could see he was already aroused. I
poured the Champaign and put the bottle down on the end table. I
picked up the glasses and handed him one.  I took a sip and he
looked at me from head to toe. Then he took a little drank from
the glass. His expression showed that he wasn't at all interested
in Champaign. He took the glass out of my hand and put both
glasses down on the end table. He kissed me passionately and his
tongue penetrated my mouth.  It was my first real kiss. He pushed
me down on the couch and kept kissing me. I became caught up in
his passion and I had to get my bra off. I tried to get up but he
grabbed me by my bra strap, and yanked me back down on the couch
and unhooked it. I pulled off my bra and flung it away as far as
I could. Then I turned and started kissing him.




I ripped off his tie, pulled his shirt open and started kissing
his chest. When I licked his nipples he started shaking like he
was having a fit.  Then he suddenly rolled over and tried to get
up. It was my turn to drag him down and yank off his shirt. He
turned and started kissing me again and awhile he was doing it he
threw his clothes in every direction.  He kissed me deeply and
then started sucking my tits. I went crazy and I franticly kicked
off my high heels. Then I grabbed the straps of the garter belt
and freed one of the stockings. I bent my leg and got a grip on
the toe of the stocking and was pulling it off when he grabbed
the stocking out of my hand stood up pulling it completely off
and then threw it away. Somehow he pulled me to my feet and
yanked down my garter belt and the remaining stocking which
caused me to fall back on the couch. When he turned and threw
them away I jumped on his back threw my arms around and started
kissing his back and neck. He some how got his shoes off.  Then
he stood up and I was sliding off of him until I grabbed his belt
and hung on. I undid his belt and as I was pulling open his fly
his pants ripped. I pushed him over. I stood up and yanked his
torn pants off and threw them somewhere.  By the time I did that
he had gotten his underpants off.  I looked down and saw his
erect penis and I went for it.   I fell on his cock and swallowed
it but I didn't know what to do after that. Thankfully he took
over and started fucking my mouth.




I realized then that I didn't think of him as dad or Major, he
was a man, my man. I frigged myself while he fucked my face.  The
he got more excited and pushed my head and back and forth as he
fucked my mouth.  All the sudden I could hear him groaning.  I
could actually taste his come.  He kept pushing his scum down my
throat with his big dick.  I loved the way it tasted and when he
stopped coming. I wanted more so I started sucking his dick like
nipple.  He was groaning and writhing around and I kept sucking
him until his dick until it got small.




I knew things weren't over but I wanted to do them in a bed so I
made a mad dash for his bedroom. He ran after me and tackled me
just before I got to his bed.  He rolled me over and started to
eat me.  He licked my pussy and when he licked my clit I went
nuts. I started pushing my pelvis up and down.  He grabbed my ass
and held on. Then he pushed his tongue inside of me and pushed
his tongue against the base of my pussy and I was in total
ecstasy.  He kept going back between the base of my pussy and my
clit and I kept moving up and down.  After a while I felt goose
flesh all over my body and then waves and waves of pleasure swept
over me. I couldn't move up and down any more so I pushed his
face against my cunt and I came in his mouth. "Oooh aaaah aah ah
oooh."  The pleasure was so intense I bent my legs and spread
them inviting him to fuck me but instead, Major picked me up and
cradled me in his arms.




He pulled back the covers and dropped me on the bed.  Then he got
on top of me and started kissing me again. He covered my face
with kisses. Then he gently fondled my breasts while he explored
my mouth with his tongue.  He moved up and pushed his dick
against my pussy. He rubbed it up and down along my slit and
every time he hit my clit I cried out with pleasure. I could see
from his face he was savoring the experience but I couldn't take
the suspense and I wanted him in me. I said, "Fuck me please fuck
me," His answer was to gently push his penis into my slit but not
in me.  I was rocking back and forth on his dick trying to pull
him in. He acted like his prick was too big for it to fit inside
me. Just before he just entered me, I was so frantic with
pleasure I said, "Split me in half.  Kill me with your dick. Kill
me kill me." He smiled at my desperation and entered me; just. He
only put the head of it in; the Sadist. He vibrated it inside me.
Then as if, it took a great deal of effort, he slowly pushed his
penis in a little and then pulled it back and gave my pussy a
little fuck. Then he would push it a little more and repeat the
process again and again. He moved deep and deeper into me with
excruciating slowness. It was nothing short of sweet torture. I
felt so good that it hurt. He made me feel grateful for every
inch that he penetrated.  Then suddenly he held me tight and
shoved it all the way in. He was in me and I was no longer a
virgin; he looked down on me as I shaped my pussy around his
dick.  I could see the conquest in his eyes and I felt proud to
have caught him.  He was mine at that moment. It was the first
time he really paid attention to me and treated me like I was
important.  Then he slowly started pumping me again.  He kept
fucking me and I got higher and higher, I said, "I'm coming.  Oh
God.  I'm coming. Ooooh aaaah."




Then we rolled over and I was on top.  I fucked him by instinct.
I never saw a girl on top before but I was so aroused that
somehow I knew what to do. I kept fucking him and letting the
tingling in my skin turn into orgasms.  His dick got really big I
and started fucking him faster and faster.  Then he tried to get
on top but I wanted to be on top.  We wrestled. I was on top and
then he was. We kept going back and forth like that and rolling
around on the bed.  We were too full of passion to really know
what we were doing. We kept rolling around until we got all
tangled up in the covers.



We were both trapped, wrapped up in the covers and we couldn't
move. I couldn't feel his prick and I wondered if he was still
hard so I tried the kegel exercise on him. When I squeezed his
cock he went nuts and started yelling. I couldn't believe his
reaction so I squeezed it again.  "OOOh ahh, that's it baby.  No
one ever did that to me before." Well I already knew that if
something works keep on doing it.  So I relaxed and squeezed it
again. "Good God.  I never dreamed. Aaah Aaah."  I looked in his
face and trapped his eyes. I said, now I have you.  You're mine."
I experimented with squeezing him and I found that I could pull
him inside me and then relax and do it again. My man said, "You
planned this! You're a goddess" I never thought the kegel to
could give a man such pleasure. I wondered for moment if Jill
knew about his. I kept going. This was what I always wanted.  I
had him, I had my FATHER in my power and I was going to give him
the greatest experience of his life.  I kept milking his dick. 
"This is the best. You're milking me.  You're milking me. God
this is unbelievable."  I just kept milking him.   I just worked
it and worked it.  Then I settled back into a rhythm and started
kissing him.  I put my tongue into his mouth and explored it.   I
could feel his dick responding to my kisses.  I broke the kiss
and said, "I love you. I love you." This got him even more
excited. He responded and said, "I am so excited I can't move. 
What are you doing to me?  I never knew I never knew..."  He
never got a chance to answer.  I bore down and pumped him harder
and faster.  Suddenly he responded.  I could feel his penis
twitching inside me.  He responded by yelling, "Oh god ah ah ah
my Oh Gaaa ah ah ah ah God.  I'm coming. I'm coming. Oh my God
God God god Damn ooh aaaaah." The man started thrashing around
and started pushing his hands around my body. " Oh oh oh
ahhhhaaa. He writhed and writhed around but kept coming. He got
so excited that he begged me to stop. "Stop Stop I can't stand
it." Not a chance I was in charge and I kept milking him. You're
killing me. I'm begging. Stop. Ooooo ahhh." I couldn't feel his
come inside of me but I knew he was coming so I kept it up.
"OOOOHa Please please stop please stop oh god it's heaven
ahhhaaahhhh."  Then his penis stopped twitching and started to
shrink. I kept milking him until there was nothing left.  "Thank
you for not stopping. I never dreamed..." He gave me a passionate
kiss and after he broke the kiss he passed out.



It wasn't easy getting free.  I eventually managed to wiggle out
the cocoon that we made with our passion. Then I unrolled dad and
tucked him in. He was so still that I checked his pulse but he
was fine.  I was pretty proud of my first sexual experience.  I
controlled the man I most idolized and admired and I was the one
who walked away.



The first thing I did was go to my room. I filled the tub and
cleaned myself up inside and out.  Then I put on my bathrobe and
slippers.  I found my clothes if you can call them that. I had no
idea how wild things had gotten until I started to look for them.
They were all over the apartment. I put my shoes, bra, garter
belt and stockings in a plastic garbage bag. I got dad's clothes.
After checking all his pockets, I put his wallet, belt and shoes
on the kitchen table. Then I put his clothes in separate bag. I
straightened up the place a little. Then I took the bags to the
trash shoot. I put the bag with dad's clothes down the shoot.
Then I poured a bottle of beach over my things and shoved the
second bag down the shoot.  Most everything was made of silk so
the bleach should have dissolved everything by morning.



Then I went back to the apartment.  I washed my face and hands. I
restyled my hair.  My body makeup was in pretty good shape. 
After a good powdering from head to toe and freshening up the
makeup, I looked even better then I did at the beginning of the
night.  I put on the famous white dress but instead of wearing
the white satin lingerie that Ola picked out I chose something
that would seem less threatening. I chose a white lace strapless
half bra and matching garter belt with nude stockings and clear
sandal high heels.



I found the bottle of champagne and the two glasses on the end
table next to the couch. Between us we didn't even finish one
glass. I drank what was left in the glasses. Then I took the
Champaign and the glasses with me.



It was midnight when I stepped out on the balcony. I walked over
to Ola's side. I opened the French doors and entered Ola's living
room. The first thing I heard when I entered the apartment was
his alarm clock was going off. I guess he believed that I would
fall asleep in dad's bed and he would have to come and get me. 
He probably thought that he would have to carry me to his spare
bedroom and while I slept, he would be the one to clean up dad's
apartment.



I turned on his computer and opened up a play list of love songs
that I had already made up this morning on Ola's computer.  I
linked it to his sound system.  He was washing his face in the
bathroom when Rainy Night in Georgia came on. I turned out the
lights in the living room.  The light from the computer and the
moonlight from the balcony meant that you could see well enough
to move around but you couldn't see any details. He hadn't really
gotten good look at me as Marilyn and I was counting on that and
the play list.  I was also hoping that maybe the Blue Moon really
was magic and Marilyn, where ever she was, would hear my prayers
and help.



He came into the living room and went to turn on the lights but I
asked him not to. He came over to the couch. He seemed worried
and said, "How did it go?"  "It was great but that's not what I
want to talk about. Come sit down and have some Champaign." "Is
this is the same bottle I got for you and your dad?" "Yes, but
dad couldn't be bothered with Champaign he had other things on
his mind. "So how was dad, anyway?"  "He's asleep. What happened
between me and Major is his story, history if you will, but this
is your story. Know your role." "And what is my role?" 'Georgia
on My Mind' with Righteous Brothers came on.  "Finish your
Champaign and I will tell you." He did as he was told and I
finished my glass too. Then I poured us both another glass. We
listened to the song for a little while. He finished his glass.
"Now that's a good boy. If you don't finish the bottle we will
have to have it for breakfast." He finished his glass and I
poured him another." "Georgia, are you trying to make me drunk?"
"Yes, I need you both drunk and high.



Ola, do you remember when you discovered that you were gay. 
"Sure it was right after my mother died."  "Except you're not."
"Not what?' "Gay"  "What do you mean not gay?" I said with a
smile, "Aren't gay guys, guys who do it with other guys?" "Yes."
"You don't do it with other guys, do you?"  "I am not active.
It's too dangerous." I shook my head and said, "But you never did
it with a guy or anyone else." I smiled and looked him in the eye
and said, "Remember when I told you I had trouble trusting you,
but I didn't know why. Everything became clear when you told
Willit that you weren't gay." "You heard that, did you?"



"You keep telling people you were out with Alex when your mother
died?" "Yes." "Her name was Alexandra Watts, wasn't it?" "How did
you know?" "I did a little checking after your conversation with
Willit."  "I never said I was out with a boy." "But you let
everyone think it, didn't you? Your mother didn't like her."
"Mother said she was White Trash and she was right, if I only
listened to her.  When I met her that night I saw it. I realized
that I only went out with her because I thought she would have
sex with me. We fought and instead of going home I got drunk." 
"Underneath it all you're shy. You went out with Alex because you
thought she was the only one who would have sex with you. You
work with the most beautiful women in the world and by being gay
you never had to take any chances. And, being a Southern
Gentleman, you were too honorable to seduce anyone.



After you found out about your mother's death you made a promise
didn't you. You promised her that you would never desire any
woman again." "How did you know?"  "I know a lot of things. It
was then that you started dreaming about, Marilyn Monroe." "She
was abandoned just like I abandoned my mother." "You thought
that's why you dreamed about her but that wasn't it." "How can
you know that?" "I know because we are two sides of the same
wish: A wish to be beautiful woman: A wish for a beautiful woman.
I wanted to be beautiful and you wanted a woman who was so
beautiful that she would seduce you out of your promise to be
gay: Someone to overwhelm your defenses, so you could let go of
your mother and allow her to move on."




The computer started playing 'Dream a little Dream of Me' with
Cass Elliot.  "You know that your mother never wanted that
promise. She didn't care if you were gay, straight or celibate
she just didn't want you to be with someone who was beneath you.
You know I'm right." Ola nodded there were tears in his eyes.
"You are right but I can't change who I am now and I won't take
advantage of you; someone under my protection."




I shook my head, "You are honorable; honorable to fault." "So I
am going the have to be the dishonorable one because I need this
too. This morning I thought I was going to save you but now it
turns out that I have to save myself too. If you look at Marilyn
Monroe in her films you can see that underneath it all she had a
desperate look about her?  Jill Davenport and I went over all of
Marilyn's films again and again. She knew that she was beautiful
but she didn't believe that anyone, that she loved, wanted her
and that made her desperate.  She said that she didn't want to be
a symbol but if she had to be a symbol she wanted to be a sex
symbol. Sex connects us with everyone else but she was all alone
because no one she loved let her know how desirable she was. They
thought if they kept her desperate they would be able to possess
her. They didn't love her enough to take the chance that they
might lose her. To make it worse in the 50s anyone who was
different was treated like a freak; someone not human. She was
totally alone; not because she was so beautiful, but because she
felt that no one she cared about wanted her and that drove her to
her death.




This afternoon when I looked in a mirror I thought I disappeared.
 Now I know that I did.  I am not Georgia anymore I am something
you created; a doll.  I fulfilled Major's, Marilyn fantasy and
that was important but I wasn't a woman to him I was just a
trophy.  Your mother dreamed of you and that made you real. Your
dream made me this way but you dreamed of me as a beautiful doll
not as a woman. You didn't dream of a real woman because you are
afraid of sex. You created me: I wasn't born, so I am not
connected to anyoneor anything but you.  Only you can make me
real and all you have to do is dream of me as a real woman, a
desirable woman. If you admit the possibility of me being
desirable then I can save us both but without your dreaming of me
as a woman I will be lost forever and you will never be able to
let go of your mother." Ola shook his head. "What would you have
me do?  I can't fake something I don't feel."  "And I wouldn't
want you to.  All, I want is a chance Mr. Ola. Please dream a
little dream of me, your Georgia Girl." "I can't say no, to you
Georgia." I took his hand and led him out onto the balcony. 'Blue
Moon' with the Ella Fitzgerald came on.




The full moon was brilliant; a perfect night for lovers. A brief
shower had left the air sweet and clean. The clouds that had made
the rain had fled but the cool breezes that had chased them away
still remained. Perfume from the flowers below, filled the warm
summer air. A magic glow, cast by the Blue Moon, freed all it
touched from gravity's call: allowing beauty to reign supreme.




We stood next to each other on the balcony looking at the moon. I
leaned my breast into his arm. He reacted and said, "This is just
too dangerous." I started talking like Marilyn. "I'm not
dangerous."  "Oh yes you are. You don't know how dangerous."
"Well maybe. Any girl can be dangerous on a night like this."
"Georgia you aren't just any girl." "But I am still a girl: A
girl who was made for you on this special night." "But what will
happen tomorrow." "Tomorrow I will probably turn back into a
pumpkin and you will turn back into my Fairy Godmother. But we
are here together in this magic world.  Don't abandon me like
they abandoned Marilyn."  He took me in his arms and said, "I
will never abandon you."




I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed him as hard as I could.
 I called his name and swung him around, so his back was against
the railing. So far he never really had gotten a good look at me
as Marilyn. This was my first real test. I whispered a little
prayer to Marilyn took a deep breath and stepped back. I appeared
before him as Marilyn, illuminated by the moon in the famous
dress. He actually looked shocked for a second.  "Marilyn! 
Georgia! Is that you?"




I stepped forward and trapped his eyes and hoping to sound just
like Marilyn I said, "Listen up mister, you need someone to make
a man out of you and I am just the girl to do it."  Then I bent
over at the waist and shook my hair. I ran my hands through my
hair and the same time I pulled the halter top over my head but I
held the dress against my breasts with my arms. Then I
straightened up still shaking my head. When I reached up and
primped my hair the dress fell to my waist exposing my breasts. 
I looked surprised like I didn't know why my breasts were exposed
and looking shy I innocently covered them with my hands. Then
slowly I started fondling my breasts and as I did I closed my
eyes and started breathing heavily. I opened my eyes and looked
down at the dress clinging to my 20" waist.  I made an 'O" with
my lips and gave a little pout. I looked confused like I didn't
know why the dress didn't fall off. Then I pushed it down on the
waist of the dress and wiggled out of it. I stepped back out of
the dress and kicked it aside. Ebb Tide' with The Righteous
Brothers came on.




The garter belt and the half bra left both my nipples and my
pussy exposed.  I could already see something stirring in his
pants. Then I stepped forward and took his hands. I said, "Hold
me I'm cold."  He took me in his arms.  "Georgia it's not that
cold."  "It's a lot warmer in your bedroom."  "Now, Georgia."  I
took his hands and put them on my breasts.  Then I reached
underneath with my right hand and took his right hand and moved
it down and pushed it against me so his hand cupped my pussy.
Then I pushed his middle finger inside of me."  He started
fingering me right away.  "Don't you want this juicy little
Georgia peach?"  "Oh God, Georgia..." "I am not a god; just a
woman."  "Do you really mean it? Do you really want me to fuck
you?"  "Of course." "I didn't believe you were serious. Are you
actually going to let me fuck you?"  "I couldn't stop you, Mr.
Ola: I am completely in your hands." 'I could see him change at
that moment back into the man that I saw in the fight; powerful
and self assured.  He took me in his arms, bent me over and
kissed me with passion.




He literally swept me off of my feet and carried me into his
bedroom. The covers were already pulled back. He gently placed me
on the bed and I watched as he undressed for me.  I looked at
him; bend my knees outward and fingered myself.  When he saw what
I was doing.  I said "Please don't be ashamed of me, it's just
that you are so beautiful and sexy." This pushed him past the
point of no return. I knew he was going to do me or die trying.
He was fully erect and he was big; bigger then I expected. They
say gay guys are big. I could tell by the way he looked at me
that he wasn't gay at least not any more.




He reached down and helped me up.  He gave me a passionate kiss.
After he broke the kiss, he turned me around kissing my back and
shoulder again and again. He unhooked my bra and threw it across
the room and then he started fondling my breasts.  He was kissing
me on the neck and shoulder and then he turned me around and
kissed me all over my face and lips.  Then he started turning me
around again and again, kissing me on my shoulders, back, neck,
face and lips. The turning made me dizzy and excited.




He stopped me and gave me a full passionate kiss. Then he broke
the kiss and gave me a little lip kiss. Then he kissed my neck
and chest. He kept kissing me until he worked his way down to my
nipples. Then he licked and sucked them.  He started making
little circles on my skin with his tongue. He bent his knees and
licked my stomach.  It was so intense feeling him go down on me,
that I was afraid that I was going to faint. Finally he was
kneeling between my legs. He kissed my pussy.  My knees buckled
when he drove his tongue inside of me.  I put my hands on his
head to steady myself and pull him closer.




He pulled down the garter belt and my stockings.  Then he lowered
me to the floor. He kissed my pussy as he removed all my things.
When he was finished he kissed my mouth deeply and passionately.
As he explored my mouth I wrapped my legs around him trying to
pull him into me.  He broke the kiss and gently swept us onto the
bed. He hadn't entered me but he was between my bent legs.  He
was giving me sweet kisses. He kissed my cheeks and my forehead.
Then he kissed my eyelids and the tip of my nose which gave me
chills. When he ran his tongue in my ear I almost went out of my
mind.




He pressed his penis against my pussy.  I said, "Why don't you
take a stab at it." Well he went crazy. He shoved it in and
started fucking me.  He was banging me like lost his mind.  I was
scared and was hanging on for dear life and then he came. "Oh uah
aaaah. AAAH ooou ooou aaaaah" He didn't come all that long. I let
out a sigh of disappointment.  "Don't worry Georgia you ain't
seen nothing yet. I have been working with the most beautiful
women in the world and I have years of lust for women that I
haven't been able to express until now. Now that that is over my
dear we are going to do something ever better we are going to
make love to each other and we are going to make love all night.




He kissed me and he started to get hard again. He covered me
again with sweet kisses and then he pushed his tongue into my
mouth and down my throat and he was totally hard again.  He
pulled himself up and triumphantly looked at me impaled on his
cock. "I have so much love for you and there is so much that I
want us to share. There is something special that I want to do
for you and I am going to have to be in control."  Then he
started fucking me again.  He did wonderful things with his
penis.  He kept finding places in me that I didn't know existed
and giving them and me pleasure.  Somehow he knew how to rub my
clit while he was fucking me.  When he rubbed my clit the
pleasure was so intense it was almost painful.  Then he would
shift back to my g-spot and plow his cock along the bottom of my
pussy. I got so caught up in the pleasure that I faded out.  The
next thing I knew my skin felt all tingly and waves of pleasure
were pulsing through me. Somehow Ola knew and disapproved.  "I'm
sorry but I can't let you do that, not now." I didn't say
anything because he was in control.




He went back to pleasuring different parts of me.  But when the
tingling started some how he would know and shift his penis and
the tingling would stop. I murmured a few times for him to let me
come but he told me to be quiet and just give myself to him.  His
pumping me got me so high that it was frightening. By that time I
felt like I was glowing.  He was fucking me very fast and I felt
like I was on fire.




Then I felt something deep inside of me. It felt different then
the tingling in my skin. My uterus started to pulse. There was
pleasure but it wasn't soft or nice.  It was so intense that it
kicked my ass. It felt like a bomb was going off inside of me. I
could feel my pussy contracting and relaxing.  It was like a
Tsunami because it just kept going and going and nothing stopped
it or could stop it until I was engulfed in pleasure. My eyes
were closed and some how I saw a white light. Then I was the
light.  It was like I died and was something else: Something made
out of pleasure. There was no time. Then I was me again and all I
could feel was ecstasy. I heard myself moaning.  "Haaaah Haaaah
mmmmmah oh god oh god."  I felt my body writhing under him. "Oh
Oh Oh Oh aaaah aaah ah aha ah" I just drifted in and out of bliss
letting the after shocks take me where they will.




Then I could feel Ola change.  Something was different.  I knew
he was about to come and I had to be there for him. I felt such
peace being open to him: being his vessel of pleasure. He had
gotten so stiff. Not just his penis which had grown huge but
every muscle in his body was so tense that his skin was bulging.
Then I saw his butt squeezing and letting go like he was pumping
something into me. I started squeezing his prick with my pussy.
He seemed surprised and uttered one word, "Jesus." Then he was
pumping something into me, his come. "Aaaaaah aaaah aaaaaah."  He
felt me milking his dick. "What are you doing to me?  OOOh God
Ohh God.  I can't stand it."  He came and came again and yelled,
"aaaaaah aaah aaaah oh my god." I could feel his organism pulsing
through me and I shared his pleasure. He said, "I can't take it.
I'm, oh stop please stop" There was no way I would stop.  The
pleasure was unbelievable with him fucking me while I was milking
him.  I was going to milk him dry.  He came again and again and
my pussy was pulsing with pleasure. I got so high on the pleasure
it was like another kind of organism. It wasn't a rhythm it was
pure pleasure.  Everything became clear perfectly clear and
perfectly beautiful.  Then we were groaning together.  Oh Oh Oh
aaaaah oooh aaaah. I seem to remember feeling Ola's lips on mine
before I passed out.




I was in a blissful sleep when heard Ola saying "Georgia are you
awake."  I said, "Just fuck me. Don't ask me again if I am awake.
I want you to use me tonight. Don't ask permission for anything
else either. Even if you want to kill me, don't ask, just do it.
I belong to you."  He started fucking me again.  This time he let
me feel the tingling in my skin and let the soft waves of
pleasure play over me.  He fucked me, I don't know how many
times, that night. I know that one time he had me bent over and
was fucking me doggy style.  I had my way with him too. He was
asleep when I sucked his dick hard and got on him.  It was such a
sweet fuck.  I rocked back forth on him and just as I was about
to come for the last time he opened his eyes, reached up and
squeezed my breasts.  I came and lost myself in an ocean of
pleasure. Then he rolled me over and proceeded to fuck me.  I
don't remember if he came before I passed out or not.




The next thing I remember someone was banging on Ola's door. Ola
must have been up because he quickly answered it. It was dad and
I was afraid at first that he would come into the bedroom but Ola
had everything under control. He kept dad in the kitchen. Dad
said, "It was unbelievable. At first I actually thought it was
Marilyn Monroe because she stuns you with her looks.  She may be
prettier then her.  Not only is her figure better but I even
think, that her face is nicer. This morning she was gone like she
was never there.  What happened to her?  She was seen outside
your place yesterday?" Ola sounded indignant and said, "Of course
she was, I created her, but you agreed not to investigate." "I am
sorry you can't blame a guy for trying."  "I can and I do.  You
promised no investigation."  "I know.  I know.  I just lost my
head.  I will let it go. You have my word.  I am not going to try
to find her.




Actually she is too much for me or any man.  She is the best
lover that I ever had.  Beautiful women don't bother to learn
about being good in bed because they don't have to but she must
have forgotten more about sex then most women will ever learn. I
will never forget this night or my gratitude to you.




She milked my cock god damn it. I didn't believe it was possible
but I am completely satisfied.  I will never be that desperate
for sex again. After you are with her you have seen it all. You
can't understand a word I am saying, can you? You're gay."  "Not
any more: Not after I saw her.  Just looking at her made a man
out of me. I only wish I had I had the night you had." "She
straightened you out, did she? My God man, she's a goddess not a
woman." "No Maj0r that's where you are wrong, very wrong, she was
never a goddess or a trophy she is woman, a real woman: Such a
woman is far greater then any goddess."  Their praise made me
feel so wonderful that I just closed my eyes and drifted into
bliss.




Then Ola said, "Wake up young lady.  Breakfast will be ready
soon. Take a shower first.  He put down two plastic bottles on
the night stand. When you get in the shower, cover yourself with
the cream including your hair. Then turn on the shower and wash
yourself all over using the body wash, it will wash off the body
makeup and make your skin rosy again.  Use the shampoo and
conditioner that's in the shower its ok for your hair. When you
come out wear the robe I laid out for you on the chair. If you
aren't covered up then I can't be held responsible."





As joke I took a scarf and covered my head like the Muslim women
do. I thought that it would give Ola a laugh but he said, "Damn,
you have the prettiest eyes and mouth that I have ever seen. I am
glad you had enough sense to cover your head.  On a scale of 1 to
10 you are at least a 12. This is a challenge I never had to turn
a 12 into a 10 before. I never worked with a 12 before but we
can't have you going looking like you are more then a 10 actually
we should shoot for a 9 plus or minus.




Do you know we had to open the shop and let people look around so
they knew you left? You drive people crazy."  "Maybe I should go
back to being George." "No my dear George is dead and I will be
coming out of the closet as a straight man.  You took away my
shyness.  After last night everything is gravy."




"God, what am I going to do?" "Just keep working as hard as you
have been working and you will be fine. I knew you were learning
to flirt behind my back and you got pretty good at it even though
you were wearing baggy pants and a sweat shirt with hair covering
your face. You learned to be attractive even though people
couldn't see your face or your figure. You did it through shear
hard work. Then when we made you pretty, all that hard work put
you over the top. It isn't just your face or your body; it's also
the you on the inside that makes you so beautiful.  You must
promise me that you will never try to get by on your looks
because if you do you will end up losing everything. If you want
to survive you will have to out work everyone. Work is the key to
success not beauty, intelligence or talent. If other people do
things for you then they will control you and with your looks
that's deadly. Don't expect me to make decisions for you either I
don't do that so you will still have to watch out for yourself
and if you get married get out of the business first."





I didn't think that I could eat anything until Ola said, "I made
you my special Georgia breakfast eggs, bacon, short cakes,
biscuits and Logan Turnpike Mill grits."  Well you don't get
Logan Turnpike Mill grits every day; not in New York anyway.  We
said nothing more about last night.




Tonight was another big night: First dinner with dad at a fancy
restaurant; then a gala night at the opera with the mayor and his
party. This was my debut in New York society.  Ola started
briefing me. The first thing he said was, play little attention
to the men and concentrate on the women. With your looks it will
make the men all the more interested and make the women like you.
Remember women are just as fascinated by beautiful women as men
are except in a different way.  If you play your cards right they
will all want your friendship.  The second thing is to be funny.
Funny people aren't threatening and your with your looks you
don't want to seem threatening.  Moreover, with someone as pretty
as you, any joke is guaranteed to work.




Then he gave me a print out with information on the important
people who were going at the gala.  He told me to seek out
Margaret Vanderhovel. She was very important, she liked new
people and she was always on the lookout for help with her
charity called 'New York Kids.' He said I could promise his help
for her charity. He already prepped my father for how to behave
and to support me when meeting new people.




It took all day to get ready.  It took a lot of work to get my
skin back to its old rosy self. My hair had to be cut and colored
a light golden blond.  They showed me how to put on the new
makeup. The only thing that I had to remember was to highlight my
eyes not my lips. I didn't need that much makeup so it was easy
to put on. I became so sleepy that I went back up to Ola's for a
nap.  Ola woke me at 5 pm.  He applied the new makeup and helped
me get dressed. Ola took me over to a full length mirror. I loved
the yellow dress so much that I almost wished I wasn't going to
change my name. He had changed me from looking like Marilyn
Monroe to looking like Grace Kelly. I really looked different.



Ola brought me over to my apartment and introduced me to dad.  He
was so impressed that he kissed my hand.  "Ola you accomplished
another miracle."  I responded as if I had no idea what he said
and said, "What other miracle?" Ola completed the deception by
saying, "He means my book, Georgia." "I think I am ready to be
called Marilyn.  It's time, I became an adult."




We purposely arrived at the Opera just on time so we could go in
and sit down without meeting anyone. I wanted to wait until
intermission to meet people so I could see who they were ahead of
time.  I enjoyed the first act.  It was intermission and dad and
I walked out to the lobby. They had an area set aside for the
mayor's party. I thought "New York" I here I come.



Everyone was starting at me.  They weren't just staring at me
like I new or pretty they were starting at me like they never saw
anyone like me before.  Before last night I would have thought
they were being critical but instead I enjoyed it.



 My dad started to introduce me to the mayor and his wife.
Instead the mayor impulsively took my hand and kissed it. 
"Georgia your father never told me how beautiful you were." I
decided to have a little fun and answered in my Marilyn voice
sounding very sad. "Oh no Mr. Mayor I have to change my name back
to Marilyn, Marilyn Brown. I can't call myself Georgia anymore. I
am not that pretty." The mayor looked shocked. "What do you
mean?" "Well I can't be Sweet Georgia Brown like in the song. She
can get any guy and I never even had a boy friend."  Then I
smiled and the mayor and his wife started laughing. The mayor's
wife shook my hand and said you had him going for a minute. I
went back to my real voice and looked at the Mayor's wife as if
she were the important one. "Well I knew you wouldn't mind
everyone has told me what a great sense of humor the mayor has
and how nice you both are. The mayor's wife smiled and said, "We
will have to have you and your father over sometime.  I smiled
and said, "You are too kind." The Mayor said, "Oh I remember you
now we talked on the phone a few times. You work with Ola. He has
told me how much he relies on you. You were the one who called
and said Ola had an emergency and had to cancel my photo shoot."
"Yes, I was the bearer of bad news but we will be seeing you
Wednesday at Camera." "I know Ola went out to California to get
Lana.  The stories about Willit's and Lana's divorce are in all
the papers."  "The Mayor's wife said, "I have heard that Ola
tells you everything." I dangled some bait; the promise of secret
gossip. I smiled said, "Well I can't say anything about it now.
Not in public."  I noticed that the Brooklyn Borough president
was making his way through the crowd.  "I see that Brooklyn is
approaching and so with your leave dad and I will move on" As we
moved away the mayor's wife took my hand and said, "I will give
you a call tomorrow afternoon."




Dad said, "I have been trying to get an invitation since I moved
here. I was a little worried about how you would do tonight but
it looks like I'm not in your class." I said, "Oh, daddy thanks."





Dad went over to get us some water and the deputy mayor came up.
He kissed my hand and tried to hug me.  Not only that, he
actually tried to cop a feel. I grabbed his arm and put my claws
against his forearm. "And how old are you, my dear."  "A lady
never tells and a gentleman never asks." "But you are so young."
I jumped out of character and matter-of- factly said "Know your
role, Mr. Deputy."  Just then my father returned with the water.
"Nice meeting you Mr. Deputy. I see the mayor wants you."




A woman came up and introduced herself. It was Margaret
Vanderhovel. "I have been trying to get a donation out of you
father for months." "Daddy, give the poor woman a check." Dad
started writing out a substantial check.  If you would like,
dad's company could sponsor a fashion show for 'New York Kids.' 
Ola has already promised me his models for the show. We knew each
other in Georgia and I'm one of his girls myself." "Ola has all
the luck. He always gets the most beautiful models. Forgive me
for saying this, Marilyn but you are the most beautiful woman
that I have ever seen." "Thank you."  Dad piped up, "Don't give
her too many complements you will turn her head."  Dad handed me
the check. I looked at it and then at him and smiled. Then I gave
it to her. She couldn't help looking at it. "Thank you Major this
is quite generous."  Dad smiled and said, "You should thank
Marilyn not me." Margaret seemed concerned and said "Thank you
Marilyn. I should have known." I said, "Daddy is a genius at
making money so spending it is my department. If you want
something from him please call on me first." I smiled and in a
stage whisper said, "I can get him to do almost any thing." 
Major said, "She's right."  We all laughed.  Margaret said, "Look
at the mayor and the Brooklyn Borough President pretending to
like each other.  The Borough President is mad because he wanted
the new cultural center to be built in Brooklyn, not Manhattan."
Thanks to Ola I knew the real story "Actually they are both
happy.  The mayor got the center in Manhattan but the bonds used
to finance center will be issued by the Borough President's
bank." "Major Brown your daughter has brains and beauty."




So at 13 I am my father's designated escort and a member of New
York society. I do magazine covers for Ola under the name of
"Georgia."  I still work at the studio as assistant doing makeup
and what ever needs to be done. Instead of going to school a
tutor comes to the studio and teaches me. I also have a
professional acting coach who thinks that I have a lot of talent.
I never saw Jill again; I heard she quit modeling. Oh yes Ola has
a girl friend. It may be years before I have sex again but thanks
to Ola and the night of the Blue Moon I believe in myself enough
to be who ever I want to be.



Georgia's Play List\


1.  'Rainy Night in Georgia' with Amos Grant

2.  'Georgia on My Mind' with Righteous Brother

3.  'Dream a little Dream of Me' with Cass Elliot

4.  'Ebb Tide' with The Righteous Brothers

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