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Subject: {ASSM} "Model"  by  deirdre  (MF, FF, bdsm)  -- rp by H. Jekyll and Please Cain
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Model

(MF, FF, bdsm)

by deirdre

*****

NOTE: We are not the authors of this story. "deirdre" was the enigmatic
queen of Usenet sex stories in the mid-1990s. She posted 156 stories in
just over two years, using an anonymous remailer and apparently *never*
corresponding with anyone (though she did give permission to repost her
stories to non-commercial sites). She was last heard from in late April
1996. We will repost all 156 stories, with comments by her, in
alphabetical order, between now and the 10th anniversary of her
"retirement." 

Now that we're in the a.s.s.m. 10th Anniversary "deirdre-fest," enjoy
some of the originals! 

To contact us: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com, or PleaseCain@aol.com. 

*****

Well, I just managed to see *Ready to Wear*. -- deirdre

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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. 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
archives 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 than 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.

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 then 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! "Marena, 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 jked 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
payed 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
face.

"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 coworkers 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 ws 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 or something on a dildo.

"Ready to be fucked?" she said, with a grin when she was finishing. She
was so 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!"

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