Simulations and Safety Nets

by Ironbuddah

Chapter 3

Debbie had decided that she needed to clean some things up around the studio before she could paint. Peter and Meagan were sitting in the kitchen killing time while they waited for Debbie to tell them she was ready for them to start posing.

"You know how we talked about all our favorite poses not too long ago?" Peter asked.

Meagan responded, "Yeah."

"Well, I was just thinking that I wouldn't put anything we've done in the last two weeks on my list of favorites."

"You know, you're right. Mom hasn't had us do anything really memorable recently."

"Well, wasn't the pose before last the two of us standing side by side?"

"I think it was three back, but yeah, we weren't even doing anything. We just stood there with our hands at our side. Mom didn't even paint anything in the background other than some neutral tones."

"Well, there was that argument painting. That was memorable."

"A bad memory!" Meagan said loudly. "That was worse than the ..." she trailed off before adding the word accident.

"Really?" Peter wondered in surprise.

"Well, um, actually in some ways yes. The argument was a bad experience start to finish. The other one started out OK, before, well, you know..."

Peter changed the subject since Meagan was leaving a lot of sentences unfinished. "So you're going to be starting high school soon."

"Yeah, it's just a few weeks away."

"I've been thinking about that," Peter looked unsure of himself as he spoke, and Meagan wasn't used to that.

"Really?" Meagan wondered.

"Well, you're going to be around a lot of new guys, and they're going to be asking you out."

"I don't know. Maybe."

Peter chuckled, "You can keep me hard for hours on end, and you don't think other guys are going to think you're hot? You're going to have all kinds of people asking for your phone number and sending texts to that fancy new phone you bought with your modeling money."

"Well, you do that weird sex kung fu. It hardly counts if I can keep your knob hard."

"I still need something sexy to inspire me."

"Really?" Meagan wondered again.

"Yes, seriously. You're a stunning beauty."

Meagan was unsure of what to say. "Um...I've got a question. Did I use the word knob correctly?"

Peter looked a little surprised, but said, "Yes, why?"

"Well, I've been studying the Urban Dictionary to try to get more familiar with slang terms. I've also decided the word knockers is fun. I like opening my robe to set my big knockers free!"

"Damn!" Peter squirmed in his chair, Meagan's pronouncement obviously making him hard. This time Peter stammered before being able to ask his question. "Um, Meagan, would you want to wear my old high school class ring around your neck?"

"Like I was your girlfriend?" Meagan gasped.

"Well, obviously, Mrs. D. doesn't really want us dating."

"Then why?" Meagan asked still confused. "I thought you didn't want a girlfriend and that you were happier doing things your own way. You know, following the Chinese sex manual."

"That's true enough. But I couldn't stand it when we weren't posing together. I figured that we would be able to pose together more often if there was something discouraging the boys at high school asking you out to eat and offering to take you to the movies."

"Yeah, that would go well," Meagan said sarcastically. "So, what do you do for fun? Well, I stand around naked with a hulking college student whose knob is probably twice as big as yours. Aren't you the one who listed posing with me as a reason you don't have a girlfriend."

"I guess I did say that," Peter admitted.

"A boyfriend isn't going to work any better for me, and I've got enough to deal with wondering if your giant knob is going to hose me down with cum again!" Meagan exclaimed pointing at the large boner in Peter's pants. "I'm not ready to start worrying about what to do with a guy who probably isn't thinking about anything but how to get his knob in my kitty!"

"Kitty?"

"Yeah, I picked kitty and knockers for my girl parts. Mom has actually used the word kitty a few times. It's not outdated is it? I want to make sure that sounds OK."

"It does," Peter admitted. "But you might want to check online for an fall back term so that you've got a little variety in your slang."

"Hmm, good point. All the terms I picked start with the same letter."

"How about shaft?" Peter suggested. "It gets the point across, but doesn't sound as crude as cock or dick."

"Ohh, I like that. Shaft. Peter has a long thick shaft!" Peter groaned again and Meagan continued. "But seriously. I was miserable when we weren't posing. I've been thinking about how easy it was for us to start stripping when we were down in the studio. I kept telling myself that I was angry about the accident, as you and mom call it, while I was hiding out in my room. After the shock wore off, I think not posing was souring my mood as much as anything else."

This time it was Peter's turn to wonder in disbelief. "Really?"

"It's a definite maybe. To be honest, I was so confused and embarrassed; I don't know what to think about that whole period of time. But I certainly missed posing with you. I don't doubt that at all. I really can't see how spending two hours in the dark with some scrawny teen age boy could possibly sound like a good alternative to posing with you on a Friday night."

Once again, Peter wondered, "Really?"

"Bwahaha!" Meagan exclaimed. "I've turned the tables on you for once! Now stop worrying about me not posing with you and help me with some more slang terms. It doesn't start with the same letter as my other choices, but how about cunt as a fall back for kitty?"

Peter took a deep breath. "You can use that, but be careful. Most women get really pissed off when they hear that word."

"Really?" Meagan began, but then both she and Peter started laughing at the recurring use of that word. "I mean why?"

"It's one thing to use the word as a replacement for kitty or pussy, but I'd be hard pressed to think of a worse insult than calling a woman that. It's way worse than being called a dick or an asshole. Way, way worse."

Meagan though for a minute. "So, if I can handle using that word, could I get an advantage in an argument?"

"Quite possibly," Peter conceded.

Meagan's mother came up the stairs to announce that she was ready for her models to paint. "So what have you two been talking about while I was organizing my supplies? Sorry to make you wait, but a re-org was a necessity. I couldn't find anything."

"I was telling Peter that I'd rather spend my weekends posing with him than going out on dates," Meagan announced.

"Really?" Debbie asked with great excitement. That caused Peter and Meagan to start laughing uncontrollably. "What's so funny."

Peter and Meagan were both laughing too hard to answer. "Seriously you two. What's so funny?"

"It's nothing really." Peter groaned when he realized he had used that word again and Meagan rolled out of her chair she was laughing so hard. "It's just that we keep using the word really." Peter explained. "It's like no one believes what anyone is telling them."

"But you're serious about wanting to pose more than go out on dates Meagan?" Meagan managed to assure her mother that was indeed what she wanted as she composed herself from her fit of laughter. "Well, if that's the case I'm giving you both a raise!" Debbie said. "That's the best news I've had since I got the call that you wanted to pose again. Let's get down to the studio!"