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   No, I won't use real models' names in a story, but I like the
idea of a story about models. I used _______ __________ as one name
and then made up the name of the major character. Obviously they
are supposed to be names so common that you would recognize them so
I suggest mentally substituting the names of your choice.  deirdre

    Disclaimer: my stories, like the private sex fantasies of many
people, often depict "breaking some rules". Do not read this story
if you believe fantasy stories should never depict situations
undesirable in real life. Be warned that you may not be comfortable
with the sexual situations. Be warned that my stories are kind of
talky, often have very little sex, and are judged by some readers
to stop before the good parts. Do not read this story if you are
less than 18 years of age.

    Permission granted to archive, repost, or publish in low-cost
CD-ROM archive of alt groups. Permission granted to publish in
anthologies of this type of material if attributed to deirdre and
an author's payment is sent to AIDS research in the name of
deirdre.  deirdre

                         * * * * * * * *
                              Model
                       by deirdre, 9/23/94


   "________ __________?" I'd just asked Mary about her career in
fashion, and she started to tell me who she worked with. I couldn't
believe it but she worked with models whose names have become
household words.

   I'd met Mary in college where we'd manage to develop a
comfortable friendship even though we never did get involved. A
very comfortable relationship and sometimes I miss having someone
of the opposite sex (besides my sister) with whom I can compare
notes without risk of misinterpretation. I'd heard she was living
in the city so I had to call and see how she was doing.

   We had ended up having lunch. I was amazed at how good she
looked better then she had ever looked in college. Maybe it was
being in the fashion business, or maybe it was just that she had
usually been a bit casual with me at school. She seemed very happy
to see me. In fact, I wondered a little bit if she were interested
in me. After all those college years and all the time since it
didn't seem likely.

   I'd known she worked in fashion but I was certainly surprised to
hear that she was involved in some of the top people in the
business.

   "So, who can you set me up with?" I asked. We both grinned.

   "You wish! You like those models?"

   "Well, I can't help noticing them." I joked on a little bit but
mostly we talked about old times and caught up on our lives since.
It was always enjoyable visiting with her and when she had to get
back to work I was really remembering how much I missed our talks.
We stood outside the restaurant and told each other goodbye.

   "Uh, wait." she said as I was finally turning to leave. I turned
back and looked at her. She looked a little nervous and didn't say
anything.

   "Yes?" I asked.

   "Listen, maybe, uh . . ." She was so tongue tied. "I . . . could
get you to see some."

   "Some what?" I was confused.

   "Some models. I could take you in the back of our show."

   "Oh, sure you can." I didn't believe that for a minute. "Not
fair taunting me."

   "I'm not kidding. I think I could get you in." There we were
standing in the street, talking about this.

   "Really?" I wondered if she were right. She seemed to relax a
little.

   "Tomorrow. Can you come tomorrow? I'll give you the time and
place to come and I come out to get you." I was definitely
intrigued.

   "Wow! You really mean it. Who's going to be there?" I couldn't
believe the list of names she gave me I recognized more than one
and I only know the names of a few of the absolute top supermodels.

   "Can you come?" she asked again. I briefly wondered why she was
still here she'd told me she'd be in big trouble if she weren't
back by 1:15 and she was already late.

   "Oh, I'll make it!" I replied. She wrote down the address and
the time for me and told me to get as close to the back door as I
they'd let me and she'd come out to find me.

   It was astonishing. No one was going to believe this. I actually
rescheduled my afternoon meeting to free up my time I'd be willing
to risk a lot for this opportunity.

   She came out just like she said. She talked to the guard and got
me through. There was a long old hall and people walking around all
over the place. We reached the other end and the walked into a huge
room filled with people scurrying all over the place. And models!

   "Look but don't stare" Mary said quietly as we entered. She
smiled. It would have been easy to go into a trance there were
models in various states of undress, and one model changed tops
right there in front of everyone. I looked at Mary. "You like
this?" she asked, then gave me a little grin. "You want to meet
one, right?" she said. She led me to a group of people. One of them
I recognized it was Marena.

   "Marena!" Mary said. Marena looked over. Mary waved her over and
she came! " arena, this is my friend, Jim." I was standing there
like an idiot. She was absolutely fantastic You see them in
pictures and on TV, but I guess when you see them in person, you're
comparing them to the people you usually see in person. She was
tall and slender too, but her face and her body were just
absolutely incredible! She looked at me!

   "You two have fun?" she asked. Rather blunt. She thought we were
a couple. So much for asking her out, I joked to myself. Mary
giggled and blushed.

   "We're just friends," she said.

   "How nice!" she said. She looked like she were about to leave
but another model came up and whispered in her ear. I heard Marena
say "Shit!" under her breath. She whispered back and I looked at
Mary figuring we should leave and let them talk in privacy. We were
just walking away when Marena said "Wait!" We both turned around.

   "Listen," she went on, but then she paused. She was looking at
us and I wondered if it were the first time in the conversation she
had actually paid us any real attention. "Listen," she repeated,
"It turns out I've got nothing on tonight so I think I'm going to
invite some friends over just to chat. Would you two like to come
up to my room just to visit and have a drink?" I was stunned. I
glanced at Mary. She was stunned too. Marena waited us out. Mary
looked at me with a question on her fate.

   "Can you make it?" she asked in a low voice. She looked like her
life depended on my answer.

   "Yes." I answered to both of them. I'd postpone my flight.

   "Good. See you at 9," Marena said and she turned and left!

   "Where?" I asked Mary.

   "I can find out," she answered. After that she took me to meet
some of her co-workers but nothing was like meeting Marena like
that! I saw some more naked incredible bodies but our encounter
with Marena had me so distracted that I didn't pay attention as
much as I might have.

   "Thanks for agreeing to tonight," Mary said when we were just
walking out.

   "Miss my date with a supermodel?" I said, grinning.

   "I'm serious!" she answered, "This is exactly what my career
could use getting better acquainted with someone like her!" I could
hear the excitement in her voice. "I've worked with a lot of people
but it's been all business."

   Later she said, "You won't change your mind, will you?" I
repeated that I wouldn't and she arranged to come pick me up 45
minutes early!

   There she was, right on time. She was dressed in a sexy little
dress I seldom saw a woman so well dressed back where I lived. She
was so nervous. "Listen," she said, "this could make or break my
career. You'll be nice to her, won't you?"

   "Sure."

   "I mean it. They can be moody and petty sometimes if she gets
upset . . . could you just let it ride? Humor her?" I felt like I
was understanding her concern a little more. I reassured her again
and she seemed more satisfied: I guess my voice told her I
understood. We ended up waiting in the lobby for 10 minutes so that
we could be up at her room at precisely 9PM. She was still very
nervous.

   "Hello. Oh yes, come in!" Marena had answered the door herself
and when she first looked at us I wondered if she had forgotten
inviting us.

   It was dark outside. She was apparently alone and the room had
only one low light turned on. We were in the living room of a
little suite. "What would you like to drink?" she asked. She opened
up a little refrigerator and looked in. "I could order wine.
Champagne!" she said. But we didn't. Marena ended up having a beer
and Mary and I each had a drink. We sat and Marena and Mary talked
about the show and business for a little while. Marena said
everyone else was coming at 10PM. Soon we each had another.

   "You've got a good man there." Marena had said it and was
looking at me, up and down.

   "We're friends," said Mary nervously.

   "Does he model?" Mary laughed nervously in answer.

   "Let me see you," Marena said to me, "stand up." I looked at
Mary. There was pleading in her eyes. I stood. I never considered
myself model material.

   "Yes," went on Marena, "turn around." I felt so funny standing
like that. They were both sitting there, Mary on the couch next to
where I had been sitting and Marena in a chair facing us. I turned
once around slowly.

   "Very nice," she went on. "I'd like to see your chest. Unbutton
your shirt." This was definitely getting weirder. I looked at her
to see if I could figure out what she was thinking but I gave up.
I shrugged and started unbuttoning the top buttons of my shirt. She
just watched. I didn't look at Mary. I paused after two buttons,
but Marena just looked at me expectantly and I finally continued
until my shirt was unbuttoned.

   "Mmm, yes. Take it off." I looked at Mary. She was wide-eyed. It
looked to me like she didn't know what she wanted. I took off my
shirt. I held it on my finger a minute, then reached out and
dropped it on the couch. Believe it or not, I was thinking that I
didn't know the proper way to get rid of a shirt in a situation
like that. Silly.

   "Not bad," she said, "put your hands behind your neck. Like
this." She briefly put her hands behind her neck. I followed suit.
There I stood no shirt hands behind my neck a genuine supermodel
watching me along with . . . Mary. If someone had told me I'd be in
that position that night, I would have laughed at them so hard.

   Marena stood up and walked over to me. Approaching me, she
smiled very briefly as she looked at my face. Then she looked down
and started unfastening my pants! A supermodel was undoing my
pants! I just stood there, waiting to see how far this would go.
She didn't stop and was pulling my pants and underpants down my
legs! They were soon around my feet.

   "He's good!" she said to Mary. She seemed to be commenting on my
not objecting or moving. "Get down on your hands and knees," she
said to me. I felt like it was too late to protest and got down.
She pulled my shoes and socks off and soon had me totally naked.
"Put your shoulders down and put your hands behind your back," she
said. I did it, my head facing one side. She took one of my wrists
and then I felt the click of handcuffs! Then she was stuffing my
underpants in my mouth I just let her do it. I don't know what it
was. I guess I was in shock. Or maybe it was just that this was
Marena I guess I'd let her do anything.

   She took my shirt and tied a sleeve around my ankle and soon had
my ankles bound together. Then she reached under me and took my
cock in her hand.

   "Looks like he likes this stuff," she said to Mary. Yes, I was
a bit hard. She started jerking me off.

   In a minute, I'd shot right on the carpet. "Naughty boy," she
said with a laugh. I was facing so I could see Mary. She was just
staring, her mouth gaping. "Do you like the way he looks? You could
have him. Now's your chance!" Mary didn't move. I heard the
tell-tale jingle of a belt buckle. Marena apparently had my belt
from out of my pants. Suddenly there was a sharp sting on my rear.
She'd whipped me with the belt. She did it again and again,
giggling.

   Mary still stared. "You want to do it?" Marena asked after she
stopped. There was a knock on the door. Marena walked toward it,
belt in hand, and suddenly I was very aware of my predicament.

   "Yes?" said Marena as she opened the door a crack. "Oh, hi, come
in!" she said. I watched in horror as another woman walked in. I
realized she must be another model but I didn't recognize her. She
looked at me and Mary and back to me and laughed. Marena got her a
beer. Then she offered her the belt!

   The other model giggled. "Does he like it?" she asked.

   "I don't know. He got right in position though, when I asked him
to."

   "What about her?" The other model was referring to Mary.

   "Oh, she'll do anything" said Marena. Marena stepped over to
Mary and pulled her to standing. Mary didn't protest a bit. Then
she leaned down and put her mouth right on Mary's. Mary just let
her and I could see that Marena's tongue was invading Mary's mouth.

   "Mmm," the other model said and she smiled. She pulled off her
dress and was nude! It seemed to take her just a second. She was
still leering at Marena and Mary who were still dressed. Her body
was incredible.

   She looked down at me. "You've had enough," she said and started
pushing my rear with her foot. I did an odd sort of crawl and she
guided me into the bedroom. Then she was out again. I heard her
through the open door: "She's gonna be fun! Got a dildo?"

   "Look in my small bag," came Marena's voice. The other model
came back in the bedroom and rummaged around a little. Then she
appeared in front of me, putting vaseline of something on a dildo.

   "Ready to be fucked?" she said, with a grin when she was
finishing. She was to fantastic looking. Then she took it and
started pushing it in my rear! "Open up," she said. "Be a good boy
and I'll give you a hand job later." She pressed gently but firmly.
Finally I managed to let it in. How it felt!

   "Good boy," she said and then she got a cloth and tied it around
my eyes. "Now don't you go away," she said.

   I heard them in the living room. There was the rustling of
clothes. Mary didn't say anything, but the other two talked. "Put
her on the floor, I want to straddle her face," the other model
said. Later: "Turn her over." I heard the whip of the belt. "She
sure is willing," she said later.

   "She wants to butter up someone like me," came Marena's voice.

   "What a little slut," came the answer, "she thinks you'll help
her career?"

   "Yep."

   Later Marena was rummaging in the bedroom and I heard them
talking about strap-on dildos.

   "Yes, her ass," the other model said.

   "Absolutely," said Marena.

   They didn't speak for a while but I heard them moving.

   "She looks like she might come!" finally came the other model's
voice. "She must like this."

   "Oh she does," said Marena. "Lots of them are in love with us.
I'd seen this one eyeing me." Then there was another minute or so
with no conversation.

   "When you're done, could I try it on her?" asked the other
model.

   "No. I'm going to have her suck the guy off." I felt a twitch.
Then the other model went on:

   "She just came! Right after you mentioned the guy! Do you think
she has the hots for him?" "Of course she does. She'd marry him in
a second and is desperate to get his attention. She won't be able
to resist sucking him even though she knows he'll start thinking
she's a little slut." Then another pause.

   "After that, can I do her?" asked the other model.

   "No. Then I'm going to do you." Pause.

   "My ass?"

   "What do you think?" said Marena. Another pause.

   "Oh!" =====END=====