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 Lauren Gisal 

****Warning - Disclaimer for your protection **** 

The following fiction portrays events that will be considered offensive by 
some people in that graphic scenes are described of sexual intercourse by 
teenagers, adults, with and without their consent. Later chapters deal 
with punishment. If you are offended by such material then read no 
further and delete this file. You will note that by way of the plot and 
characterisation that there is no intent to condone or encourage similar 
behaviour. Indeed, it is clear that the story serves as a warning. 

The author hereby permits the redistribution of the attached material on 
the understanding that it is not for financial gain and it is credited to
the 
author, Francis Dashwood. 

Chapter 15 

Sunday 2nd August 

The bus arrived at the town terminus at exactly midday, the air brakes 
hissing as it lurched to a halt. Lauren was disappointed to note that a 
brief shower that had threatened all morning had picked the same 
moment to arrive in town. She looked through the windscreen as she 
made her way to the door, trying without success to catch a glimpse of 
her man at the railway station across the road. As she left, she opened the

umbrella and skipped over to the station. 

She found Jim leaning against the wall, sheltering from the shower that 
was gaining in force, water splashing off the cobbled streets onto her 
legs. Sandals, she decided, looked a little out of place. They kissed 
timidly, providing the reassurance that Lauren needed, and indicating that 
their parting embrace in the park had left Jim wanting more just as she 
did. He looked at her and smiled, noting that she had chosen to wear a 
pale blue summer dress with a floral pattern, trimmed with lace around 
the hem, giving a picture of healthy innocence as the dress swirled out 
from her shapely legs when she turned. They walked together under the 
umbrella, away from the station and up the deserted main shopping 
street, gazing in windows and chatting about what they would buy if they 
had the money. Lauren relaxed noticeably, surprised again that walking 
and talking with a boy was so simple, and all those first lines and wise 
remarks that she had rehearsed so often in her mind (and in front of the 
bathroom mirror) were unnecessary and would even have been 
considered out of place. The shower abated as steam rose off the 
pavement, heavy drips falling from the tiled roofs of the buildings. The 
main street was colourful, with flags of each of the cantons sprouting 
from the shops along with their coats of arms. 

Jim led her into a small cafe on the west side of the street, open despite 
the Sunday regulations that forbade trade. They took a table in the 
window where they were able to watch couples walking past, often hand 
in hand, themselves looking at the shops wondering what they might buy. 
Lauren felt she belonged in a restaurant now, rather than feeling self-
conscious and out of place as she had before she met Jim. He ordered a 
dried beef salad and she chose the same, even though she would have 
loved to have tried the lasagna that was the special of the day. 

Their conversation soon turned to the studio, and Jim confessed that the 
woman wasn't really his aunt, more like a friend of his family that they 
had adopted. She had built her photographic business up herself after 
leaving university, and had received much acclaim for her model 
portfolios from several of the larger fashion houses and glamour 
magazines. Even Vogue had run an article on her, depicting her tiny 
cottage industry struggling and winning against the major firms like a 
David and Goliath contest. Lauren listened in awe, convinced that she 
was not even going to have her photo taken when his aunt saw her, let 
alone model any clothes. 

They ate in silence, Lauren taking tremendous care to justify his decision 
to bring her into the restaurant with her etiquette and impeccable table 
manners. After coffee he made a call to his aunt, letting her know that 
they would be at her station at about a quarter past two. They left and 
wandered over to the river at the end of the main street, leaning on the 
old railings to watch the ducks squabbling over the remains of bread left 
by a group of children, now disappearing with their parents towards the 
shops. Lauren could remember clearly the same outing with her parents 
and Mike, throwing huge chunks of old bread into the river, delighted as 
the ducks flew in over the water and landed in their ungainly way. They 
moved on, and in time their circuit of the town brought them back to the 
railway station, where they bought their own tickets to Thun and made 
their way over the bridge to the platform. 

The train was almost empty as they boarded the carriage marked `2', 
finding a group of seats that they could have to themselves. Lauren sat by 
the window and watched the platform disappear as the train moved 
jerkily off towards the west. Jim sat next to her, looking also at the 
scenery and the magnificent mountains that formed a backdrop to the 
town. Jim noticed the cable car pulling out of the base station and 
pointed to it. Lauren turned and smiled, nodding. He took her hand 
lightly and leaned forward, kissing her gently on the lips. She returned
his 
kiss, parting her lips slightly as she put her hand on his shoulder. Her 
heart beat quickly as the taste of the lunch returned and her hand slipped 
around to the back of his head, playing with his curly hair. He exhaled 
deeply, taken off guard by the passion that he had aroused in the girl, 
unprepared for her tongue as it flicked over his teeth and explored his 
mouth. Lauren fought her emotions, shouted at herself that this was a 
public train, and a boy she had known only a few hours. Moreover, it was 
a boy she wanted to see again. She wrestled with her desires until she 
broke his kiss, and flopped her head backwards against the seat. Jim 
swallowed visibly, suddenly a little unsure of himself. He eventually 
rested his hand on her knee, squeezing it occasionally to confirm his 
pleasure in being with her, rather than to try and resume their embrace. 

Their journey continued, stopping twice at stations before Thun. Jim 
introduced Lauren to Marlene at the station exit, and chatted to his aunt 
as they drove off to her house. Lauren sat in the back, leaning forward to 
catch every word they said, gleaning little bits of information about Jim 
as they traveled out of the town and up the mountain. Lauren had been to 
Thun once before but had little idea where they were heading. She noted 
that the houses were quite grand, with their own large gardens and ornate 
shrubs and flower beds. 

After ten or fifteen minutes, they pulled into the driveway of a three
story 
brown chalet, with classic Swiss roof and balconies all round the upper 
floors. The garage door closed automatically behind them as they walked 
up the stairs into the house. 

"Actually, this is my house, studio and holiday home, Lauren" said 
Marlene, guiding them through the hallway and into what appeared to be 
a reception area, much like an office suite. "I've done the downstairs as 
my studio, and the upper floors are just like a normal house. Saves taxes, 
you know!" 

The reception area contained a formal office desk on the right, with a 
sofa opposite it. A door leading off the far end, marked `Dark Room' was 
closed. A sign above the door looked like it would say `Do Not Enter' 
when it was switched on. A coffee table stood by the sofa, built of solid 
wood and looked strong enough to jump on. The walls were crammed 
with photos of people of every age, some younger than Lauren, posing in 
every conceivable position. She was fascinated to see the covers of some 
famous magazines, including Paris Match, Bild, Vogue and 
Cosmopolitan. 

Lauren liked her. She wore an orange shirt which looked too large, even 
with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, and green corduroy trousers, 
which may have been the right size but were covered at the top by the 
cascading shirt. She moved quickly, but in a considered manner, showing 
them to seats and sitting on the edge of her desk. 

"Now, my dear, I'm told you are the next Kate Moss! Is that true?" 

"I don't think so" said Lauren, giggling. 

"Well, let's have a look. Stand up my dear. Have you done any modeling 
before? 

"No, none" she said, as Marlene turned her round. 

"OK, then I'll tell you what we'll do. I'll show you the studio so that you

feel at home, and I'll see what catalogue work I need doing. I think you'll

be able to do some of it, and we can just stop when you've had enough. 
How does that sound?" 

"That sounds great" she beamed, looking at Jim. 

They went out of the office and crossed the hallway, entering through 
one of the two large doors that made up the entrance to the studio. 
Lauren saw nothing until the lights cracked on, and then the sheer size of 
the room struck her. It was all of the rest of the floor, plus, she
thought, a 
lot more out of the back of the house. The roof was covered in a criss-
cross of gantries and pulleys, from which lights hung pointing mainly to 
the right-hand side of the room which contained a small white door. 
Straight in front of her was the window, which look like they could be 
covered by black curtains. And on the left side was a sofa and dressing 
table with make up and lights surrounding a big mirror. 

Lauren walked over to the right, noting that the floor changed texture 
from carpet to linoleum, and a number of backcloths hung against the 
wall. A simple stool and armchair were placed in the centre of what 
appeared to be the work area, with a pile of coloured cloths and robes 
piled up near the chair. 

"I'll turn some soft spots on so you can get the feel. Walk around! 
Explore. Go on!" insisted Marlene. 

Lauren walked over to the stool as the lights came up, her blue dress 
contrasted against the pale gray background of the cloth that hung 
against the wall. 

"Hey, lovely, sit on the stool, let me see" shouted Marlene from over by 
the door. She walked over and looked at her for a moment. "OK, now, 
when you sit on a stool, make sure you don't look like you're going to the 
toilet. Sit as though you're riding bareback, and let your right leg follow

your left. That's better!" 

Marlene stood back, looked briefly and moved Lauren a little on the 
stool. 

"Great, can you remember how to sit like that? Good, now, show me 
how you would sit in this armchair, and remember, make the pose 
interesting." she said, supporting her chin with her hand in a study of 
contemplation, as she watched Lauren move across the floor. She tried a 
number of poses from behind the chair as well as sitting down in it in a 
normal fashion, until she decided that she would put both legs over the 
arm and turn slightly to her left to face Marlene. 

"Brilliant, that's lovely! I want you to turn your legs a little towards
me. 
Don't forget that you legs are lovely and we all want to see them." 

Lauren was flustered by her compliments. Marlene exuded enthusiasm 
and professionalism, and Jim was nowhere to be seen, and so her 
embarrassment turned slowly to pride as excitement and confidence 
bubbled within. She smiled into the bright lights, trying to discern the 
shape of Marlene in the glare. 

"OK, if your fairly comfortable we should get on. Let's take a look at my 
run list in the office and my `ideas book'. Then we'll find some clothes
for 
you to model." Marlene and Lauren found Jim in the office, waiting 
patiently on the sofa. 

"Are you going to watch?" Lauren asked. 

"I'd only get in the way" 

"Nonsense. I'll tell you what", said Marlene, "Give us a few minutes to 
get into the swing, and then I'll find something that you can both model. 
How's that?" 

"Oh, allright" said Jim, with mock displeasure. 

Marlene brought a heavy photo album across to the coffee table and sat 
down with the children. She guided Lauren through the pictures, noting 
particularly successful models and also explaining why she felt some 
shots didn't work. She also brought out a catalogue to show them, 
indicating which of the photos were hers. Lauren was interested to know 
that while she remembered the technical details of the shoot, such as the 
film manufacturer, speed and lighting calculations, even compensation 
coefficients for the filters, she had no idea who had been wearing the 
clothes. 

"OK, now how about we take it from here on my run list. Hardenberg 
sent me their spring collection and I demanded that they included 
assorted sizes this time so you'll be able to find something back there.
She 
touched Lauren lightly on the arm. "My dear, the clothes are fabulous but 
the prices are so high that I can't see them selling. Anyway, they pay my 
bills! Come on, let's get to work!" she exclaimed, taking Lauren by the 
hand and showing her into the small unmarked door on the right of the 
studio. 

The room was surprisingly large, possibly due to the mirror at the end 
which was obviously used as a dressing mirror. Five or six racks of 
clothes hung the length of the room, butting against the left hand side, 
with small chairs along the right-hand side. To the side of the end mirror 
was a shelf which had make-up on it, no doubt for touching up during 
changes of clothing. There were a number of cardboard boxes and 
wooden crates stacked tidily next to the door. 

"Now, Lauren, we have to find the Hardenberg boxes, only their dress is 
hanging up. Here we are"! she said, opening a cardboard box and reading 
the packing list. "These are the jeans, their white blouse, something
called 
`Chantilly Dreaming' and the fairy-tale dresses are here in this plastic 
cover. One of them should fit you. Oh, forgot the shoes, here they are. I 
think we should take some pictures of you in your dress to get you 
warmed up, how about that?" 

"Yeah, that would be nice" 

Marlene positioned Lauren on the stool again, pleased that she 
remembered how to pose. Marlene unpacked her camera and fixed it to 
the tripod. Lauren had difficulty seeing what was happening under the 
lights, but she felt so excited that she sat still, listening for
instructions. 
She heard the sound of little motors whirring overhead, as the lighting 
changed. One major spot light shone on her, making her feel warm as she 
squinted in the glare. 

"Look at the floor, pretend you're miserable." 

A tiny flash! Her first picture. She bubbled inside looking up without 
waiting for the request. 

"Look to your right, happy now. That's it. Hands on hips. Lovely. Hands 
behind you on your bottom as though in your jeans pockets. Great. 
Hands on your head. Great! OK, now stand beside the stool, one foot on 
the bottom rung. Great, Look left" 

The flashes kept coming, Lauren happily losing count after about ten. She 
moved across to the armchair as requested, taking up her pose from 
earlier. Her dress rode up slightly higher this time revealing the back of 
her left thigh. 

"Wonderful, very natural, relax a little more, sink into the chair as
though 
you're watching television." Flash. "OK, now let's start on the list. First

we'd better do your makeup. I'll go and get Simone. She should be here 
by now." she said, showing her to the dressing table. 

Marlene left the room as she sat down in front of the mirror and lights, 
closely examining her face with a look of professional detachment. She 
heard footsteps. 

"Lauren, this is Simone who's my partner and helps with the studio. She'll 
do your makeup while I change film and get one other camera set up. 

Lauren shook hands with Simone, trying to make out her features as her 
eyes adjusted from the lights. 

"Hi." 

"Lauren, isn't it? Let's have a look at you! 

Simone stood behind her, looking at her face in the mirror as she held her 
hair back and arranged it in a number of different styles. Lauren could see

up to her shoulders and noticed she wore what looked to be a beautiful 
cotton blouse and skirt, both pale grey, with stockings. Her breasts 
looked full and her hands felt confident as she muttered to herself. 
Simone dealt with her eyes first, leaning down and moving close to 
Lauren's face as the subtlest of perfumes filled the air. She quickly made 
up her eyes, and turned her attention to her cheeks. Lauren watched 
Simone's face in the mirror, catching glimpses of what seemed to be an 
outrageously beautiful woman. Her long dark hair fell straight, shining 
and accentuating the clear lines of her face. As Simone stood sideways to 
her, she noted that her figure was a thin as her own, giving her breasts a 
new proportion. 

"That should do. Now, just relax and enjoy yourself. Here's a drink to 
help you work." she said, offering her a glass of wine. Lauren really
didn't 
want it but decided that she had better accept their hospitality as they 
were being so good to her. She clinked glasses and looked at Simone, 
able to confirm now that this girl was indeed a beauty, probably twenty-
five or thereabouts, and elegantly dressed in a designer outfit. Marlene 
returned and approved of the new-look Lauren as she sat sipping from 
her glass. 

"Now, white blouse and any skirt to start with. I'll only need the blouse 
for this shot. Want me to help you?" 

"I'll be fine. I'll find you if there's a problem." said Lauren, certain
that she 
wanted to be on her own when she tried on the different sizes of clothes. 

"OK, see you in a minute, I'll be here". 

End of Chapter 15 

 

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