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   YOUNG MODELS - 3

   3A - SUE After her first incident with a fitter's hand in her pants, Sue
settled into the routine.  Occasionally she would still have one of the
fitters putting a hand in her pants or top but Sue now accepted this as
part of the job.

   She also got to know the fitter who was the first to put a hand in her
pants.  His name was Fred.  She liked him the best out of all the fitters.
He would talk to her when he was fitting her and even ask her opinion on
the clothes she was trying on.  She found that most of the time they would
agree on their evaluations.

   A few weeks after Sue had started her job, Fred approached her very
excited.  He had just gotten a job in the design department and wanted Sue
to be his model.  Although the company preferred the design models to be at
least eighteen years old, Fred had convinced the design manager to
interview her.  Sue's mother was required to be there and the manager would
first explain the job to her.  If she gave her permission, Sue would be
interviewed.

   Sue had talked to her mother and the interview was set up.  When the big
day arrived, Sue was very nervous.  Her mother was in talking to the
manager and Sue was doing her usual job of trying on clothes for the
fitters.  The call for Sue to go to the manager's office finally came and
she quickly changed back into her own clothes and went for her interview.

   She stood outside the office and took a deep breath trying to calm
herself.  She knocked on the door and was greeted with, "Come in." She
entered and was asked to take a seat next to her mother.  The manager went
over the job description with both of them, then came the shock.

   "You do understand that this job does entail some nudity on the part of
the models, right?" the manager asked Sue.

   "Yes, sir," she answered.  She had already talked about that with her
mother and her mother had agreed to let Sue be the final judge on the
point.

   Pointing to a rack in his office, the manager told Sue, "There's a blue
swim suit there.  Would you put it on for me?"

   Sue went to the rack and picked up the swim suit.  It was a very skimpy
thong suit.  Normally Sue would never wear a suit like that but she
realized it was part of her new job to model anything her designer was
working on.  "Where should I change?" she questioned.

   "Right here," grumbled the manager as he looked over some papers.

   "He expects me just to strip in the middle of his office right in front
of him,,, and my mother?" Sue thought.  She hesitated for a moment.  The
manager was almost ignoring her as he looked at his papers.  She glanced at
her mother, hoping for some sort of a hint as to what she should do but saw
nothing.

   "Well?" grumbled the manager as he looked up from his papers.

   Sue took a deep breath and with all the courage she could muster asked,
"Should I put it on with my panties on or without?"

   "Without." was the manager's comment as he put down the papers and
watched her.

   Sue wanted to run from the office but she knew her chances of getting
the job would be gone if she didn't comply.  Her mother still had not made
any comment or indications to her.  Sue made her decision, put the suit on
a chair, and started removing her clothes.  The manager made no further
comments but continued to watch her.  Glancing at her mother, Sue saw what
she perceived as a look of approval, which relaxed Sue tremendously.  Once
she was completely nude, she picked up the suit and put it on.  The part
that bothered Sue the most was not being nude in front of the manager but
realizing that the suit bottom was actually smaller than her thatch of
pussy hair.  Had she known about the swim suit, she definitely would have
trimmed herself but it was too late now.  She stood up trying to look as
dignified as possible even though she had hair sticking out of both leg
holes and even a little above the waistband.

   "Come here," instructed the manager.  Sue nervously approached him.  He
pulled and tugged some on the suit and in the process managed to expose
Sue's entire body again.  At one point, he pulled the suit top completely
down exposing her pert, teen tits and then pushed the bottom almost to her
knees and, with his hands, brushed her pussy hair to the center and pulled
the bottom back up.  The fitters had put their hands into her pants but
this was the first time someone had actually pulled her pants down.  She
had gasped and thought that she was going to actually faint but somehow
managed to get through it.  Seemingly satisfied, the manager spoke again.
"You may put you clothes back on now and have a seat." Sue said nothing but
proceeded to once more strip.  The manager again watched her.  During the
whole ordeal, Sue knew that she was constantly blushing.  She knew that she
had failed the interview.

   Once dressed and seated, the manager handed her a paper.  "This is a
voucher for a Brazilian wax.  The salon's name, address, and phone is
listed on the voucher.  The company pays for your first visit.  Most of our
models prefer to be completely waxed but you may keep a small patch if you
desire.  Of course, you may shave but it is not recommended.  You will find
waxing is much easier to maintain once the initial discomfort is over.  I
realize that I embarrassed you by having you change here and doing what I
did but I had to make sure that you could handle it.  Your mother agreed
that if you really wanted the position, you would comply with the requests.
Congratulations!  The position is yours.  You may take the rest of the day
off.  On Monday, you are to report to Fred in the design department.  Any
questions?"

   Sue jumped from her seat.  "Oh, thank you!  I promise to be the best
model you ever had!"

   After saying their good-bye's, Sue and her mother left the office.  Sue
was so excited that she couldn't wait until she arrived home and had
stopped in the employee break room to call the salon on the phone there to
make an appointment for herself.

   3B - JO Over the next few weeks, Jo met Bob at the park every day.  Most
of the days he was involved in a football game.  A few times, she played
too but most of the time she just watched.  After the game that the boys
had felt her body instead of playing the game, it just wasn't the same. 
Before that game, being touched didn't really bother her but now the very
thought of it made her angry.

   Bob's game had drastically improved after Jo had given him the pointers
of centering.  Every once in a while he would still fumble the ball but not
as often as before.  Still, Jo thought she could help him improve more. 
After a disappointing game where Bob's fumble had caused his team to loose
the game, she approached him.  "Come on." she said as she led him to a
deserted part of the park.  After she was sure they were away from,
everyone, she took the ball from him.  "You could use some practice.  I'll
help if you want."

   Although he wasn't really in the mood he agreed.  "OK" he muttered.

   She was about to get into position when a couple of children came into
view.  "Let's go in the woods so we can be alone.  I don't feel like being
watched." she said softly and then proceeded to head for the wooded area.
Bob did not answer her but walked with her.  Once Jo was satisfied they
would not be disturbed, she stopped and turned to face Bob.  "This is a
good place.  There's not much room but at least no one will be watching
us." The two stood looking at each other for a moment.  Jo broke the
silence with, "Get ready.  I'll hike the ball to you."

   Jo turned and crouched over the ball getting ready to center it to Bob.
He haphazardly got into position.  He really didn't want to play but he did
want to be with Jo and he thought she did want to play.  After a few snaps,
Bob's interest began to intensify.  He still didn't want to play football
but his teen hormones had started to work on him.  He was enjoying putting
his hands between Jo's legs and every once in a while, he would let the
back of his hand actually brush against that "special area."

   Jo, too, was starting to become aware of his hands between her legs.  He
was almost doing the same things that the other boys had done during that
fateful game but instead of getting angry or frustrated, she was getting
excited.  Having Bob's hands between her legs felt good!  She had to fight
not to gasp every time his hand brushed her.  She no longer really wanted
to play but she definitely didn't want his hands to leave.

   As they played, Bob's count got longer and his hand brushing became more
frequent.  He started to intentionally push up on her crotch as she
centered the ball, at first lightly and then with progressively more
pressure.  His hormones were now in overdrive.  He desperately wanted to
just forget about the ball and grab her crotch but he was afraid she would
get mad at him and leave.

   With every hike of the ball, Jo was now trying to push Bob's hand into
her crotch.  Part of her wanted to just push her pants down and feel Bob's
hand on her bare pussy but she knew that she couldn't do that.  She had to
fight to keep her mind on hiking the ball.  The pressure of his hand on her
crotch was making her head swim.  Finally the sensations became too much
for her.  His hand was pushing right on her pussy.  Her mind just went
blank.  She felt his hand start to move and she leaned on the football so
she wouldn't fall forward.  His hand went back and forth a few times and
then she felt it turning.

   Bob mumbled, "Hike." but Jo didn't move.  His hand was pushed up into
her crotch.  His hormones overpowered his inhibitions and he tentatively
started to move his hand back and forth.  Jo remained still.  By this time,
his self control was gone.  He forgot about the ball and turned his hand
over so that he was now cupping the girl's clothed pussy in his palm.

   Jo could feel her legs getting weak.  Bob's hand was now pushed hard
against her pussy.  She could feel a finger pushing directly against her
love button.  When the other boys had touched her, it had made her angry
but this time it excited her beyond belief.  Although her mind was fogged,
she tried to make sense of her feelings.  What was so different now?  She
knew that a boy's hand shouldn't be where Bob's was now so why couldn't she
stop him?  If what was happening was suppose to be bad, why did it feel so
good?  Was she loosing her mind?  She suddenly became afraid of her own
emotions and stood, turning to look at Bob.  "I gotta get going..."

   The two stood for a moment without saying anything.  Both were
frightened by their teenage emotions.  Bob was frozen in place.  He just
stood motionless.  After what seemed like hours, Jo smiled and whispered,
"Seeya tomorrow..." and ran off.