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WARNING: The following is intended for adult readers of legal age; all
others stay away.  As for the adults: enjoy the ride.

"The Perfect Model"      by   Mahgirb

Chapter 6

Jessie was still leaning up against the door, when Jennifer knocked.  

"Come on silly, let me in, it's Jen."

Gradually, Jessie's mind returned to her body and she heard the voice on
the other side.  She opened the door, slowly, as if expecting more
surprises.

"Hey, how did the shoot go?" Jennifer questioned busting her way through
the doorway, not allowing for an answer. "Hey, have you had lunch yet?
Some of the girls are getting a picnic ready outside. Hello, hello in
there."

Jessie was just staring back, not really listening to anything being
said to her.  Jennifer continued, taking her friend's arms and waving
them around.

"Hey, sleepy head, it's one in the afternoon, aren't you awake yet?"

"I, I, uh, I'm not feel---"

Jennifer cut off the new resident. "Oh, you're being shy again, right?
No excuse."  Jennifer reached for Jessie's pants and started pulling
them off. "It's too hot to wear these outside." 

Jennifer went into the closet and fetched a white bathing suit. She
wrestled Jessie's cut-off from her body and wrapped the top half of the
suit around Jessie's luscious chest.

"I wish I had breasts like yours, "Jennifer observed, "Makes this
bathing suit fit just a little too tight doesn't it?  Makes your nipples
poke through too, doesn't it?  Oh, god, I'm getting wet just looking at
you.  Okay, we better go outside or I'm going to ravish you right here
and now."

Jennifer led her reluctant guest along the grounds and finally to the
picnic area. Five other models were already gathered, wearing either
swimsuits or birthday suits. Some of these girls, Jessie began to
realize, prefer to go nude most of the time. 

The picnic consisted of sandwiches which were provided by another of Mr.
Blaine's maids.  The girls were referring to her, as she stood at
attention with a picnic basket, as Maid No.2, or simply No. 2.  

This was the maid with several piercings punctuating her facial
features. Jessie did not mean to stare, but she was trying to count the
number of studs and rings that sparkled in the summer California sun.
Six rings pierced each earlobe and three small rings were pierced
through the maid's eyebrow.  And of course, there was the heavy silver
ring that pierced through No.2's nasal septum.  

Once the girls were finished eating, they settled back on their blankets
and began to suntan in earnest. Jennifer removed her two-piece and she
gave Jessie a quick nod, as if to say,"Well, come on, you don't want to
be left out."

Christie, the model who wore chains to dinner the night before, motioned
to No. 2 to come closer.  Christie dug into the picnic basket and
withdrew a collar and chain leash.  

"Bow your head, No. 2. "

The maid did not hesitate. Christie fixed the collar snugly on the
maid's neck and jerked on it hard to make sure it was attached.  The
maid's neck snapped back, and she offered no resistance.  

"On your knees, maid, hands on your thighs."

The maid complied with the order.  Petrified, Jessie was lying next to
Jennifer, afraid to move and afraid of Christie who was in control of
the scene.

Christie pulled out her bottle of suntan lotion and handed it to the
slave.   

"I want you to oil me down, you cunt.  I want you to oil ever part of my
golden naked body." As she gave this command, Christie reclined her
statuesque body along the blanket, waving her long blonde hair away from
her neck, anticipating the oil.

The maid popped off the top and began to pour the liquid out into her
hands when Christie shot up and grabbed the maid. 

"No, you stupid cunt! I want you to take your tongue and lick the oil
onto my body, lick the oil everywhere on my body."

The other models looked back and forth at each, giggling and smiling,
loving every minute of the maid's humiliation. With some unsure looks at
the contents of the lotion, the maid slowly formed her resolve and
lifted the open bottle over mouth.  She extended her tongue and the oily
liquid met her mouth quickly, in perhaps a heavier volume than she was
ready for. (It was only now that Jessie noticed a bar was pierced
through the maid's tongue.) Maid No. 2 worked hard not to swallow any of
the unpleasant stuff, then she leaned down to Christie's long, lean
legs.

The maid began with Christie's toes, licking in between all of the
models well-pedicured toes. licking them and sucking on them to make
their owner pleased. After replenishing her oral supply, the maid
focused on one leg at a time, working her way sensuously along
Christie's ankles and calves, raising her legs to create a better angle.  

Jessie had to admit to herself that this was an erotic display.  She
found herself turned on, and she hoped that Jennifer didn't notice that
her nipples were hardening.  Jessie took her eyes off Christie and the
maid long enough to see Jennifer fondling herself.  The Elle MacPherson
look-a-like was rubbing her clit in quick circles, her breathing
becoming more labored. The other girls too were exploring their own
bodies, extolling their own juices.

By now, the maid was up to Christie's pussy. The licking servant
dispatched more oil inside her mouth and lovingly applied it to the
model's lips.  In this exchange, the maid's silver tongue piercing paid
dividends for Christie's clit, as the slick metal rolled around and
around her exposed clit, sending chills down Christie's spine.  

Jessie couldn't tell if Christie was wet naturally or was incredibly
oiled, but either way, Christie was profusely wet, dripping without
remorse on the blanket beneath her.  It was at this point that Jennifer
lowered her hand to Jessie's thigh, and began to stroke her leg.  Jessie
started to push away, but the eroticism was too much and her mind shut
down all inhibitions.

The maid continued the lotion assault, licking Christie's well-toned
abdomen and her sexy navel.  She worked her way up to Christie's
naturally firm breasts and prompted the model's nipples too grow even
harder with pleasure.

Christie was flat on her back, enjoying the moment, but she wanted more,
more humiliation for No. 2 and more pleasure for herself.  

"Hey girls, don't let all of this picnic food go to waste.  Why don't we
plug this cunt with those dills."

Two of the girls, Ashley and Dana, immediately rushed to action. They
picked up a half dozen of the whole dill pickles nobody liked and
approached the maid. They unhooked her black corset and then pulled off
her short skirt, revealing her panty-free ass. Jessie leaned for a
closer look and counted at least three metal rings poking out of her
pussy lips.  Maid No. 2 started to look around her, but Christie yanked
on the tight leash and refocused her attention on oiling her breasts.

Ashley wanted to lube the maid first, so she picked up the half-used
mayonnaise and spooned out a portion.  She inserted the
mayonnaise-slimed spoon inside the maid's cunt and rolled it around.

The maid moaned with the insertion of the spoon, and she let out an
audible yell when Ashley rammed a thick pickle into her cunt. One went
in too easily, Ashley decided, so she hammered a second one, watching
with delight as Maid No.2 squirmed.  

Dana picked up the mustard jar and reached for a spoon.

"No, no, Dana, use a fork on her ass," Christie directed.

Dana found the correct utensil and coated it with mustard.  Jessie
watched with eyes wide open, her own pussy being massaged by Jennifer's
busy fingers. With a one motion, Dana inserted the yellow fork,
penetrating the maid's tight asshole.  Her scream at this invasion paled
by comparison when Dana threw the first dill inside her ass.  And the
maid's scream grew worse as Dana found a second pickle to ram into her.  

Ashley and Dana worked their "insertions" together as a team, pushing
the pickles from the outside, eliciting howls and screams from the maid
who couldn't think to concentrate on her original sun lotion job.
Christie had to remind her with a harsh yank on her leash.

In the meantime, Jessie was about to climax at this scene.  Jennifer
sensed her friend about to come, and she reached for Jessie's mouth. The
two  were locked in a french kiss as Jessie's clit rocked the rest of
her body.  Jessie came and Jennifer didn't let up, sucking on her lips
and frenching her tongue until Jessie collapsed on the blanket.

Maid No. 2 was forced to come as well.  Ashley and Dana removed the
pickles as the body of No. 2 fell onto Christie in exhaustion.

Christie rolled out from under the maid and recovered the pickles. 

"Ashley, give me the ones in her cunt."

Ashley handed them over and Christie pulled on the chain.  The maid
moved, neck first, and knew what was expected of her. 

"Lick it, lick it up and down real good little cunt.!"

The maid did as instructed, applying her pierced tongue to the pickle
covered with her own pussy juices.

"Eat it, you slut," Christie shoved the two pickles fully inside the
maid's mouth. Maid No. 2 chomped on the dill and she tried to stomach
the lingering suntan lotion that was trapped down her throat. She
swallowed slowly, hoping that the dislike didn't show on her face.

"Now, lick these two you stupid maid cunt." Christie then presented the
two dills that were rammed into No. 2's asshole. The maid was less
enthusiastic with this offering.   Christie recognized the reluctance
and yanked on the leash. "Lick!"

"Please, Miss Christie, don't make me lick those.  They were in my a---"

"I know exactly where they were, No. 2. And I know exactly where they're
going.  Now, lick, or I'll call Mr. Blaine."

She offered it again, and this time, the maid closed her eyes and opened
her mouth to comply. She licked the pickles which were covered with
yellow mustard and brownish-yellow traces of her own asshole. Her jaws
trembled, her face twitched, and yet she continued to lick them clean.

"Now, beg me to eat them," Christie said.

"Please, let me eat the pickles, Miss Christie," the maid asked, sobbing
just a little as she begged.

Christie rudely threw the dills into the slave's mouth and kept her hand
over the mouth, making sure that nothing fell out. Once the slave had
swallowed everything down, she tried to stop her own crying. 

"Good slave, very good."  The other girls were exhausted from the scene,
masturbating themselves and each other.  They were satisfied. Christie,
on the other hand, had one more objective. She looked around the
grounds, making sure that Mr. Blaine wasn't by chance walking a slave on
the grounds.

"Okay, No.2, now let's wash that down with my piss."

Instantly, all the models (except for Jessie) perked up and gasped.
Finally, Ashley spoke up.

"No, Christie. No.  You know the rules.  No pissing on or in the slaves.
Only Mr. Blaine can do that to them. If he finds out---"

"He's not going to find out, Ash.  I'm not going to tell, this slave
isn't going to tell him, and no one here is going to tell.  Right?!"

The other models were silent, and Jessie felt like only an ignorant
observer. Christie looked around again, and then she was ready. The
dazed and defeated maid felt her chain shorten, and she was drawn closer
to Christie's pussy. 

"Open your worthless mouth, cunt, and take my piss.  And I want you to
swallow it all, do you hear me, all of it."

Christie positioned the slave and began a steady stream of piss directly
running into the maid's mouth. The piss was bitter, but the slave kept
on swallowing, as if her life depended on it. It went on forever, it
seemed, but finally the stream ended, and Christie threw the slave down
onto the wet blanket. 

Jessie looked on in amazement. Part of her mind told her to run away,
run quickly and don't look back.  But another part reminded her that she
herself hadn't been harmed, and she needed the money that Mr. Blaine was
offering.  
Christie ultimately ordered the maid to go, and the rest of the picnic
was spent in silent sunbathing.

End of Chapter 6 


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