The Model

by Leslie Schmidt


They came in around 6:30.  Carly and her mother, Jo, were 
regulars for me.  Carly, just now turned 8, had been in the 
sales fliers for a couple of downtown department stores for 
two years now.  It being April, the ads for spring were 
being developed and I had a rack full of sun dresses, 
bathing suits, and beach wraps for the girls.  I have about a 
dozen girls on the size 7-16 list, Carly had just recently 
graduated from the 4-7 list.

Carly is one of the easier girls to work with.  She seems to 
know exactly what I mean when I direct her poses, she's 
always happy, and her thick dark hair and complexion 
makes for her needing minimal make up.  Her dusky face, 
framed by almost black hair are a striking contrast to her 
bright blue eyes.

Rita, a moody but lovely 12 year old, was finishing up and 
I was pleased to see Carly and Jo, more to be rid of Rita's 
mother than anything else.

"Ok, that'll do for tonight," I said as I shot the 165th frame 
of the young blonde just after her mother had moved away 
after unnecessarily touching up her lip gloss.  Without a 
word they moved off the stage, disappearing behind the 
dressing screen.

"Hi, Carly, how are you this evening?"

"Fine."

"How are you, Jo," I turned to her mother.

"We're doing good," she said.  "How much do you have 
for us to do?"

Rita and her mother came out, Rita in jeans and a 
sweatshirt, her mother pulling on a rain coat.

"As much as you can stand," I said as I followed the other 
two out into the reception area. There we filled out a 
timecard, Donna, Rita's mom, gets $20 an hour for having 
Rita try on clothes.  We bid goodbyes and I locked the door 
as they left.  The studio actually closes at 6, when my front 
desk help leaves, but on evening that I have models in late I 
usually don't lock up until around this time.  I turned off 
the lights and went back into the studio, closing the door 
behind me.

"What do you want to start with?"  Jo called from behind 
the screened off part of the room that's used as a dressing 
room.

"Let's start with the blue and white sun dress-and bring 
out a straw hat."

As I pulled out some props and rolled down the beach 
screen I heard Jo and Carly, first dressing, then them 
getting her hair ready.

"What about shoes?"

"I think I'll try her barefoot."

"Ok."

The shoot went well, Carly is always so easy to work with 
and, more importantly, so is her mother.  Modeling mothers 
can be such a pain, but Jo was always supportive, worked 
as a team with me to make Carly her best.

We shifted out of the sun dress into a one-piece suit (baby 
blue with Tweety-bird) and a pink see-through wrap.  We 
had been working for about ten minutes when Jo's phone 
range.  I was too busy working with Carly so I didn't hear 
the conversation.

"Excuse me,....Steve?"

I looked up from the camera, Carly relaxed, "Yeah?"

"Ummm....that was my boss....I have to go to the office 
and reset a server that crashed." 

I remembered that Jo had said she was a systems 
administrator.

"I'm sorry we have to go....but....well...."

"How long will you be?"  I asked.

She went up on the 'stage' and started brushing Carly's 
hair.  "I'll take me about 20 minutes to get there and 
shouldn't be too much of a problem.  Probably just have to 
reset the server.....Maybe an hour or so."  She turned back 
to brushing.  "You think it's alright if you finish the 
shoot?"

I wasn't sure whether she was talking to me or Carly.  
"Ahhh,....sure." 

"Ok mommy," Carly chimed in.

Jo left with the usual instructions to behave and promises to 
be back as quickly as possible.  Carly and I went back to 
work.  After a few more minutes it was time to change 
costumes.

"Ok, honey, time to change."  I walked back into the 
'dressing room' and found the aqua blue bikini for the next 
series.  I turned around to give it to her and stopped in my 
tracks.  The little 8 year old was just pulling her bathing 
suit free from her feet, she straightened up in front of me 
and smiled.

I occasionally get glimpses of my models changing but it's 
(usually) an accident.  I had never had one of them strip 
completely naked in front of me.  I regained my composure 
at the same time that my Johnson jumped against my fly.  I 
handed her the bathing suit.  "We'll use the same wrap," I 
mumbled as I tried to not be caught looking at her hairless 
slit.

"Ok," she said.  I beat a quick retreat out onto the 'stage.'

The next 45 minutes went uneventfully except that, again, 
Carly stripped while I picked out her next outfit-this time 
a pair of blue shorts and a hot pink spaghetti string top.  
Then the phone rang.

"Hello, Steve...This is Jo."  She didn't give me time to 
respond.  "Listen, Steve,...I'm ok but I've had a fender-
bender on Grand.  The police are here but my car'll have to 
be towed."

"Are you ok?"  I asked, keeping my voice hushed but 
glancing at Carly.

"Oh,....yeah, no one was hurt...but, I'll have to get a ride."

"Oh, I'll come get you," I said.

"Thank you," she paused, "but, I've already called 
someone....uh...can you watch Carly for a couple of 
hours?"

"Sure, we're finishing up here, I'll get her some dinner."

"Can I talk to her?"

I gave Carly the phone and they talked for a few moments, 
then she handed it back to me.

"Thank you so much, Steve.  I should be there before nine."

"I don't know if you know but my apartment's upstairs, it's 
the entrance to the right of the store front."

"Ok.  Thanks so much."

We finished up the shoot.  "How do you feel about pizza?"  
I asked her.

"Sure," she shrugged.

"Change out of that, we'll get some."

Without saying a word she pulled the top off over her head.  
When she had her hair free she just looked at me and gave 
me one of her awesome smiles.  Her dark hair fell down 
over her chest covering one of her nipples, encircling the 
other.  Then she turned and headed behind the screen.

Ten minutes later she was settled in front of my TV and the 
Red Baron pizza was in the oven.  I brought her a coke with 
my beer and settled down next to her.

After I had taken a swig, Carly put her hand around the 
neck of my beer bottle.  "Can I have a drink?"

I was taken a little aback, "Ahhh....does your Mom let you 
drink?"

"Mommy doesn't know but Daddy does."

I let her pull the bottle from me and she took a long draft, 
looking at me sideways while she swallowed several swigs 
in a row.

"Hey...hey...hey..." I said as I pushed the bottle down and 
gently pulled it from her, "you'll make yourself sick."

She looked and me and burped, then laughed.  The phone 
rang.

"Hi, Steve,"  (it was Jo).  "Things have gone to shit....I 
can't believe this has happened."

She was obviously distraut.  "What's wrong?"

Her words came tumbling out, "The jack ass that hit me 
was drunk and he attacked one of the cops and they had to 
shoot him.  Now they need me to go to the police station 
and make some statement....oh shit....this really fucked up 
my evening....Fuck!!....and I can't get ahold  of Jim" 
(Carly's father, I had met him once).

"It's ok, Carly can stay here as long as you need."

"Are you sure...I...."

"It's ok, she's fine,....here, let me give her the phone."

I gave the child the phone and they talked for at least a 
minute.  Carly didn't seem to get at all upset, so I assumed 
that Jo didn't tell her the whole story.  She gave the phone 
back to me.

"Thanks sooo much Steve.  I'll call when this all get's 
sorted out."  We hang up and at about the same time the 
timer on the pizza went off.

We ate while watching 'Grey's Anatomy,' not the usual TV 
fare for an 8 year old but Carly seemed to know all the 
characters and the plot.  None of the plotline was lost on 
the girl, "Damn, Alex is always screwing in that bunk 
bed....do you think that always happens in hospitals?"

The phone rang again, it was Jo again, this time asking if 
Carly could stay there for the whole night.  From the 
background noise I figured that she was done at the police 
station and was in a bar.  I'd think about that later and it 
was all arranged.  Carly would spend the night on my 
couch and her mom would pick her up in the morning 
(Saturday).  Carly took it all in stride and I realized this 
wasn't the first time the girl had been dumped on someone 
while her mom partied.  Then again, if she had just been a 
witness to a shooting, and had spent an hour being grilled 
by some cops, desperate to be sure everyone's story was 
straight and that the shooter would not get in trouble, I 
couldn't fault her for wanting some time off.

We had finished the pizza and some ice cream, I was 
working on my third beer.  Carly was cuddled up against 
me when she, again, grabbed my bottle and took a couple 
more swigs.  We shared a fourth.  Grey's Anatomy gave 
way to the nine o'clock news, the top story was the police 
shooting.  I didn't tell Carly that her mother was part of it.  
When a commercial came on, she went to the bathroom.  
When she came back she simply crawled into my 
lap....facing me.

I was totally surprised to find the child's arms around my 
neck, her knees on either side of my hips, and her lips 
against mine.  For a moment I was frozen in shock, she was 
holding the back of my head and kissing me.  Then I felt 
her tongue.  My reaction was instinctual.  She had beer 
breath and began to breath harder as we had a riotous 
tongue lashing. She started to rock up and down against 
me, grinding her crotch against my firming member, 
rubbing her chest against mine.

I wrapped my arms around her small frame, feeling her 
against me and my heart started pounding in my throat.  
She pulled back and looked at me, a small smile on her lips.  
She knew exactly what she was doing and was inviting 
more.  I leaned forward and kissed her again.  This time I 
brought my hands up her sides and, through the sweatshirt 
she had on, rubbed my thumbs over the tiny bumps of her 
nipples.  She blew out a sigh around our lips, my erection 
was getting uncomfortable pushing against my pants.

Again she pulled away but, this time, she took my hands 
and first pushed them down to her hips, then pulled them 
up, but now under her shirt.  Her skin was warm and 
smooth and, as I again moved my thumbs over the bebe 
sized nipples, she just looked at me, then softly closed her 
eyes.  I could feel her heart pounding in her chest.

Did I mention that she was wearing sweat pants also?  Her 
top was purple while her bottoms were black.  We started 
kissing again.  I moved my right hand down and around her 
back and slid it down, under the waist band of her bottoms 
and her panties and over her soft round ass.  She pushed her 
butt out and I easily ran my fingers along her ass crack, 
then forward to the softness of her pussy.  She started 
humping slightly as I worked my finger between the slit 
into the warm moistness of her cunt.  She wasn't wet, just 
sort of damp, but she kept rocking as I pushed my fingertip 
up inside her.  I wasn't surprised to find that she wasn't a 
virgin as I was able to work two knuckles of my finger up 
into her tight damp vagina.

She hugged me, holding herself against me and breathing 
hard in my ear as she rocked.  Then she caught her breath 
and shivered.  I felt her already tight tube squeezing my 
finger and a she broke out in a sweat.  Her pussy became, 
not quite wet, but a little slimy.

She let go and lifted off of me.  "Do you want to go into the 
bedroom?"  I asked.

"Yeah," was all she said as she pulled away.  I removed my 
hand from inside her pants and she climbed off of me, then 
turned and heading down the hall.

When I got into the room she was just stepping out of her 
pants then climbing onto my unmade bed, to turn around 
and sit, facing me with her legs comfortably apart.  She has 
the perfect preteen body.  About 4'2", maybe 55 or 60 
pounds.  Just enough thickness under her skin that her ribs 
are just shadows down her sides.  A flat smooth stomach,  
nipples surrounded by dime sized areolas.  Her hips just 
barely flare from her sides, some muscle definition in her 
arms and legs, but again just a hint.  A clear rounded set of 
pussy lips, now with her clit hood peeking out.

I stripped, leaving my clothes in a pile on the floor and 
climbed in next to her.  My cock was like a broom handle 
against her thigh.  She wrapped her hand around it as we 
kissed again.

I just couldn't get enough of looking at her smooth hairless 
body and within a minute I was kneeling between her knees 
running my tongue along her slit.  When she came she 
spread her legs impossibly wide and pushed her snatch into 
my face, opening herself to me.  Then, with me on my 
back, she took my bulb into her mouth.

"Now, don't cum," she said, "I want that inside me."

I leaned my head back and tried to concentrate....worked 
furiously not to empty my balls into her mouth as, for just a 
couple of seconds, she sucked, her hair a cool weight on 
my thighs, hips and belly.  Then she lifted up and looked at 
my cock for a second, then dripped a dollop of spit right on 
the end.  Holding the shaft with both hands she shuffled 
forward on her knees, straightening up and gave me the 
most erotic sight I have ever seen as she lowered herself on 
me, guiding my cock, pushing her lovely hairless lips apart, 
sinking down as my cock head and about an inch or so of 
my shaft disappeared into her incredibly tight pussy.

She raised and lowered herself, fucking me in and out.  A 
couple of times she bent over, trying looking down at her 
split wide pussy.  Then, with her hands on my shoulders, 
she rocked up and down, faster, her breath coming in gasps.  
Through my own haze, I saw beads of sweat on her upper 
lip as she blew out through pursed lips, again her pussy 
shivered and she grunted.

I emptied my cock inside her, pumping her preteen womb 
full of my slime, some of it oozing out and running down 
the sides of my cock.  We lay clasped together like that, her 
head just below my chin, I rubbed her back and butt and 
felt her stretched pussy with my, now softening, cock still 
inside her.

Later that evening she told me that she and her father 
fucked when ever she spent the weekend with him and that, 
a couple of times, he had had friends over.  Then, even 
later, she had a strange request and, again as we fucked, her 
on her back and me kneeling next to the bed, she held a 
mirror so she could see my cock inside her.  She must have 
cum four times while doing this before I, again, emptied 
my sack inside her eight year old pussy.