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Lauren Gisal
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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.
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Chapter 16
Sunday 2nd August
Lauren entered the clothes room, closing the door behind her. She
walked to the end and looked at herself in the mirror, delighted with
her makeup from Simone and equally excited about the afternoon.
She looked into the box, took out a white blouse, and held it against
herself so she could gauge it's fit. The second one seemed about
right, so she dropped it on the chair, glanced at the door, and after
kicking off her sandals, unzipped her dress and let it fall to the
ground. She could see her little naked breasts in the mirror and white
knickers, so cheap and crude in comparison to the look and feel of
the clothes she was about to wear. She felt rich, opulent even, as she
pulled on the blouse and fastened the buttons. It fitted well, and
finding a skirt on the nearest rack, she dressed and left the room.
She looked around the studio, walking in the direction of the dressing
table. She scanned the room and noted that it was deserted. She
helped herself to the drink that had been refilled, and wandered
slowly over to the two cameras now set up, pointing to the brightly lit
central area. Two white umbrellas had been mounted on tripods either
side of the cameras, with a small spot providing a visible circle of
bright light on the floor in front.
Marlene strode back into the room. "Hey, that looks fine! Not too big
is it?" she asked, effervescing with enthusiasm.
"It feels great. It's so comfortable" replied Lauren, feeling the
material on her arms.
"Good, let's get cracking then. Take a seat on the stool, usual pose to
start with."
And so Lauren sat while her picture was taken, not once or twice as
she had expected, but at least ten times in a couple of different poses.
It was a painless pleasure, sitting there in her expensive clothes,
surrounded by the accouterments of the jet-set. She returned to the
room to exchange her skirt for a pair of jeans. As she unzipped the
skirt she smiled to herself, reveling in her moment of stardom and
running her hand across her chest as she experimented with the feel
of the material against her nipples. Her right hand moved between her
legs and withdrew, confirming the beginnings of the tell-tale
dampness that nowadays was an indicator to Lauren that her dreams
and fantasies were mingling with reality. The second pair of jeans
fitted superbly, pronouncing the young curves of both her buttocks
and her thighs. Still leaving her sandals in the corner, she left the
room to find her glass beside the stool.
"Hey, now they fit fine! Allright, standing by the stool. Great. That's
it ......." And so it continued. Marlene enthused over everything,
making Lauren more and more confident. She lost herself under the
lights, barely hearing the instructions from behind the camera,
dreaming that she was lying up in the mountains in the sun, watching
the clouds cling to the snowy peaks of her wonderful country.
"Lauren? Lauren? Wakey wakey! Next change. Try and find white
shoes and the white fairy-tale dress. You might also put on the
knickers marked GK0012 to save time. Got that?"
Lauren floated back into the clothes room and took off the jeans and
blouse, carefully folding them on the chair. She rummaged through
the box until she found the knickers, and unwrapped a pair of shoes
that promised to be a reasonable fit. She then removed the cover from
the dress in her size and felt it's silky texture, noting that it had
layers
of petticoats underneath that gave it a great deal of volume. It fitted
like a dream, zipping up snugly to hug her upper body, while hanging
loosely below. She took the knickers and brought them up to her
face, feeling their softness and inspecting the embroidery that no
doubt contributed to the price. Facing the mirror she removed her
own knickers, leaving them on the chair, and pulled on the
Hardenberg pair. They too fitted well, and she hiked up the dress to
take a closer look. Lauren stepped into the shoes which had generous
heels, and took a final look at herself before she left the room,
beaming.
"Oh wow, that's really something. You look like an angel my dear.
Take a seat in the armchair." Lauren floated back into her pose, legs
draped over the arm of the chair, and turned to where should through
the camera was positioned. Marlene took several photos, asking her
to move slightly now and then.
"Don't you feel sexy in their clothes? I guess that's what you pay for,
isn't it?" said Marlene, flashing away.
"I feel like a million dollars. God, I'd love this dress!"
"Where would you wear it?
"Oh, some desert island as I walked along the sand."
"With a young boy on your arm and the sun shining down on you, the
waves washing your feet as the spray tingles on your lips?"
"Yeah, oh yeah!" laughed Lauren at the excessive imagery, her
thoughts as usual needing only a little push before they left her
present surroundings for imaginary destinations.
Lauren felt so warm under the lights, and so comfortable in the chair
that she thought she might like to curl up and sleep. She wondered
where Jim was and remembered that he was supposed to be part of
this session.
"Let's do the knickers quickly, you don't have to change. Just stand
up, and take the dress way up as high as it will go. I just need to see
from the waistband down to mid-thigh." said Marlene, watching
Lauren rise slowly. Lauren pulled the dress up high, almost covering
her face, as she heard Marlene ask her to bring her legs together, then
slightly apart, and then to return to the armchair. "Now, sit straight in
the chair, open your legs and put your hands on the dress, between
your knees. Look up!" There was a flash. "Want to do a sexy one?"
"Like what?" asked Lauren keenly.
"Like that, but bring your dress out from under your bottom so that
it's all behind you, and move the front of the dress so I can see your
legs. That's good, move the dress further back, I need to see the
knickers. Lovely." Flash. "OK, slide down in the seat, legs still apart,
lots of knickers, and..." Flash. "There, that was good. Sexy shots are
fun sometimes, they help to amuse everyone and relieve the boredom
of doing thirty pairs of black shoes or something like that. I'll find
Jim and he can stand next to you in his evening outfit. Same designer,
same price!"
And with that, she left. Lauren let her dress fall back down a little
towards her knees, looking towards the door for her young man. She
had waited for less than a minute when he came over to her and knelt
beside the armchair. Lauren smiled warmly as he kissed her left arm,
offering the glass of wine to her. They toasted each other, glad to be
alone. She approved of the black tuxedo jacket and trousers that he
had on, although she thought he might have found a tie to go with the
formal dress shirt. Even though, she thought he looked wonderful as
he knelt beside her.
"Marlene has had to go to the station with Simone to collect more
stuff. Seems stupid to deliver it on Sundays. They really do seem to
work so hard, those two" said Jim, "But she said she'd print some of
the pictures if she had time and let you take a look. And ....." he
trailed off, his tone requesting that she finish the sentence.
"And what?" asked Lauren, looking at him in mock suspicion.
"She's going to pay you!"
"What, I haven't done anything!" she exclaimed.
"She's grateful, it means she can get the Hardenberg prints out early
next week, ahead of schedule."
Lauren looked at his kind round eyes, and emptying the glass, gave it
back to him. She touched his face with her fingers, moving closer to
him.
"Thank you. I've had a lovely time. It's all so new but so exciting.
Did she tell you what we did?
"No"
"I don't know if I should tell you. It's so naughty!" giggled Lauren.
"Go on, tell me!" he said, pretending to bite her arm.
"She took some pictures of me - like sexy pictures - just for fun. I
might let you see them." teased Lauren.
"I don't want to"
"Why?"
"The real thing is better!"
Lauren pulled him round the edge of the chair so that he knelt
between her legs, making sure her dress was pulled down to cover
her knickers. He rested his hands on her knees as she leaned forward
to kiss him on the lips, taking his face between her hands. She felt his
tongue, darting between her teeth, searching and probing as her pulse
quickened. His hands moved down her legs to her shoes, caressing
her as she responded urgently with her own tongue.
"Your legs are beautiful, Lauren. You look so good in these clothes."
She leaned back in the chair, pulling him with her as his hands went
behind her bottom. Her neck bent so that her chin was close to her
chest, causing Jim to rest on her as they continued to explore each
other. She felt her legs being pushed wider by his body and brought
them up onto the arms of the chair. They kissed for some time, hands
roaming uncontrollably, his cock pressing hard against the chair
while Lauren's pussy began to prepare for a welcome visitor.
"Are you sure they're out?
"Yeah, saw the car go off!" he said, without breaking contact with
her lips.
Lauren ran her hands inside his jacket, pushing it from his shoulders.
He shrugged it off, running his tongue from her lips to her ear lobe.
She held his arms tightly, finding the new sensation unbearably
sensuous as his tongue explored inside her ear. As if in need of any
confirmation, she pulled him higher so that his trousers rested on her
knickers, delighted to feel his stiff cock against her pussy and now
determined to let it have it's freedom. Her hand ran down over her
nipple and towards her vagina, as she rubbed herself with the back of
her hand while trying to find his zip.
After a frantic and lengthy search, she found the metal tag and slowly
pulled it down, the little vibrations adding to the pulsing of his
weapon. The tip of his cock protruded from his underpants, and she
undid the button on his trousers and let them to fall to his knees,
allowing his cock to move more freely. She ran her thumb over the
top, feeling the first slippery signs of the boy's cum.
Jim slid down her body, giving a little attention to her breasts through
the dress as he headed for her knickers. He ran his hands under her
bottom, so that combined with her legs over the arms of the chair, she
provided him with a perfect view of her expensive lace knickers and
taunted his imagination with what lay beyond. Without any hurry at
all, he ran his tongue over her legs, moving slowly to her inner thighs
as she held his head, ensuring that he didn't stray too far from her wet
pussy. She could smell her own juices now.
The heavenly scent of a young girl mixed with expensive wine under
the hot lights caused another small drop of cum to appear at the end
of his cock. He moved deeper between her legs, licking now the edge
of the knickers where it covered her wet sex, hardly daring to breath
as he pulled the material away slightly and pushed his tongue
underneath. Lauren could just imagine his reward, the sweet taste
she had experienced with Nikki as he probed her outer lips and
washed over the hood of her clitoris. He continued for several
minutes, evoking groans of pleasure from his girl and causing her to
grab hold of his curly hair, pulling him closer and closer into her. Her
hand moved from his head down onto her stomach, rubbing lower
and lower as her fingers disappeared into her lace underwear,
meeting his tongue as she touched the little bud of her clitoris and
exhaled deeply.
Jim read her thoughts, helping her pull down the knickers as her legs
came together. He stopped her hand at her knees, gripping her legs
with the other and bending down to lick her vagina and down towards
her anus. Her sex was squeezed together by her legs, pushing her
inner lips out into the open, just allowing him to reach her clitoris
with his hot tongue. Saliva dripped from her, down both sides of her
pussy lips and around her little brown hole. Jim followed the trail,
licking gently until his tongue encountered her anus. He circled it
teasingly, probing slightly each time, coaxing it to allow him to push
further and sample the delights of the thirteen year-old beauty.
Lauren thought she couldn't take anymore without coming and
decided that it was her turn to do some exploring. She lowered her
legs, wrapping them around his neck, and pulled him towards her,
watching the look of disbelief on his face as he covered himself in her
juices. She sank lower in the chair until he realised that she wanted to
lay on the floor. Breaking away from her lock, he took one of the
floor covers and spread it beneath her, removing her knickers and
pulling her further down until she lay on the ground, her dress falling
down to cover her naked pussy. She reached out to him, pulling at his
underpants until they freed his rampant cock, leaving him wearing
only his white shirt and socks as he positioned himself between her
legs, running his hands from her shoes over her knees and along her
inner thighs, pushing outwards slightly as moved higher.
Lauren pulled him towards her, desperate to feel his cock inside and
have him on top of her, pounding away as her first boyfriend made
love to her. Her vagina throbbed almost painfully as she felt the tip of
his cock teasing her, probing for the entrance to her warm haven. She
took him in her hand and positioned him, opening her eyes to watch
the lovely face of her boy as he entered her gently. She knew he was
big, probably bigger than Mike, but was not prepared for the searing
sensation that shot through her, causing a panic reaction within the pit
of her stomach and alarm bells to ring in her head. She took hold of
his cock as it sank back into her, and heightened her fears as she
discovered there was even more waiting to enter. Her nails dug into
his shoulders as her breathing quickened.
"So big, Jim, please be gentle" she panted, the words floating out of
her mouth as she tried desperately to control her breathing.
He stroked slowly, lengthening now and then but never until the look
on her face told him that she was ready. It was fully three minutes
before he was able to push into her all the way, and Lauren's hands
moved to his arms, revealing deep scratches on his body. Her legs
were wide apart, her little bottom squashed by his weight, as he
gradually increased his pace, withdrawing almost all the way before
plowing back in to her, each stroke causing a muffled groan to come
from deep inside her. Lauren wrapped her legs around his back,
locking her white shoes together, pulling him in tighter to her now
burning pussy as he placed his hands either side of her. Her stomach
was turning somersaults, and she had a strange notion that she was
either going to come explosively or she would be violently sick. The
decision was made for her, as she felt her orgasm gathering strength,
felt her vaginal muscles pulling him further in as her own juices
flowed freely, his balls banging with a slap against her bottom.
Lauren looked up and backwards, arching her back as she continued
to hold him, listening to his grunting, just anxious now that he didn't
stop but just kept pumping into her. His arms were locked straight, a
pleasure machine, pumping, pumping, in and out as the sweaty sweet
smell of sex engulfed her, pushing her to the precipice and over,
drifting on a wave of ecstasy as it carried her off to another plane,
causing her to loose all contact with the real world.
Wave after wave lapped against her, moving from her feet up her legs
and through her sex until even the fingers on his arms tingled with
pleasure. As she regained control of her limbs, she realised that he
was approaching his own climax and so started bucking gently in
time, giving him every encouragement so that he would fill her as she
so dearly wished. His pummeling continued, reaching fever pitch until
he withdrew and came in great spurts over her thighs and gaping
pussy, spraying her with shot after shot of cum, his frame jerking in a
fit as he emptied his pent-up lust over her. Slowly he managed to
control his body as the spurts of cum became fewer and weaker. A
little stream of cum had formed on her body that flowed over her
pussy, traveling down slowly to her anus. Jim kissed the tiny strands
of pubic hair, and watched his seed as it dripped over her clitoris and
onwards towards the floor.
He moved to lie alongside her, kissing her lips as she kept hold of the
dress, trying to prevent it sticking to her body. They smiled, happy to
look again into each other's eyes.
"You could have done it in me, it's safe"
"I wasn't sure." He paused, pulling her closer to him and kissing her.
"We ought to get cleaned up, I don't think we want to get caught just
here!"
He wiped Lauren with the cloth from the floor so that she could stand
up without ruining the dress and showed her to the toilet by the front
door. Jim dressed and tidied the studio, making sure that everything
was back in the right place. They finished just as Marlene and
Simone returned, Marlene carrying more cardboard boxes of clothing
while Simone brought up a small packet and some larger envelopes
from the garage below. Jim offered to help and went below with
Simone, while Lauren sat on the sofa, talking to Marlene.
"I have even more of the stuff now from them. What you modeled
was only part of it. Oh! I must pay you and thank you" said Marlene,
walking to the reception desk and taking out a small cash box.
"Honestly, I don't need paying, I really enjoyed it!" protested Lauren.
"Nonsense, here you are" she said handing her four hundred francs.
"This is so much! My parents will question me for a week if they find
out!"
"Then do what other boys and girls do and keep the money here.
Look!" she suggested, unlocking the large drawer to the desk. Lauren
joined her and looked inside. There were several other tiny cash
boxes with initials on them. Most of them were closed, but one or
two were open and clearly empty. "What colour?"
"Blue, please"
"It's yours!"
Lauren put the money in the box, turned the key and put the box back
in the desk.
"Keep the key. Then only you can get into it. I know how much
should be there because I keep records of my costs. That way we
won't go wrong."
As they closed the drawer. Lauren heard Jim talking on his way up.
"Were the others that good?"
"Shh" whispered Simone, as they gained the top step.
"What `others'?" asked Lauren.
"The other designer clothes" said Simone quickly. "Sometimes they
rush them over to us half finished so we have to repair them or
sometimes send them back." Lauren looked at her, noting the silent
exchange that appeared to take place between Simone and Marlene.
"Now, Simone, be a dear and print off some of the photos from this
afternoon, I'm sure Lauren is dying to see what she looked like!" said
Marlene.
Simone smiled at Lauren as she opened the door of the darkroom,
and disappear inside. The red light above the door came on,
reminding everyone in the room: `Do Not Enter'. Lauren thought that
Simone was so beautiful, even though she had not really had a chance
to talk to her so far. She felt at ease with her as though she had met
her before, although she was absolutely convinced that that was not
the case. She glided about the room with such elegance and poise, her
figure showing off her clothes perfectly, rather than the other way
round, and she had long slender legs that other women spent their life
dreaming about.
Marlene invited Lauren and Jim to join her for afternoon tea upstairs
while they waited for the pictures to be printed and dried. Simone
eventually joined them, announcing that the pictures were done and
already mounted in an album in the reception area. Lauren was so
excited, pushing the last of her sandwich into her mouth in an effort
to return downstairs as soon as possible.
Marlene sat between Lauren and Jim on the sofa, with Simone sitting
cross-legged on the floor in front of them all, as they looked at the
first page, showing Lauren in her pale blue summer dress.
"You see, you look nervous here, you're sitting badly too. Even so,
this is what I meant by your legs, see that they are placed perfectly,
so that we know how big they are without being explicit. Nice dress,
you know."
They turned the page.
"This is the one I like" said Simone, sitting up and pointing to a
picture of Lauren standing next to the stool.
"Yes, but again, you look stiff, rather than natural. Don't worry,
everyone does to start with. Again, your legs are excellent. I should
have asked you to turn away from me a little to give an idea of the
shape of your breasts."
Lauren looked at Marlene and then Simone. They were inspecting the
photos from a purely aesthetic perspective, and she felt reassured
about their treatment of her as a subject, even though she felt some of
the criticism was likely to be unfair, given this was still her first
attempt. Marlene turned the page as four more photos, at least ten
inches by eight, showed her reclined on the armchair.
"This one is marvelous!" said Marlene. "You managed to say exactly
what a dress manufacturer would want you to say, just with your face
and body. See, you're relaxed, carefree, happy and dreaming
slightly!" she said, pointing to the top right-hand photo. It showed
Lauren looking into the distance, her dress high up her thigh without
showing her knickers as her sandals dangled from her toes. Lauren
smiled proudly, her earlier blushes fading.
Marlene turned the page, and gave her critique of the modeling of the
jeans, blouse and knickers. "What about the two sexy shots?" asked
Marlene.
"I wasn't sure if you wanted them" answered Simone, nodding at
Jim.
"Lauren, do you mind if he sees them?"
"No, I don't think so. They were only for fun, right?"
"Sure, Simone, be a dear again, would you?"
She returned with two photos and lay them on the coffee table.
Lauren stared at the photos of herself in the beautiful dress and
knickers, then turned her gaze to the assembled audience to gauge
their reaction. The pictures were not dirty as she had expected due to
the soft lighting and a hazy effect that made them dreamy.
"This one is awful; this is OK, but nothing special." said Marlene.
"The blues in this one are too high, in fact they all need a bit of
colour correction to compensate for your skin colour. It's so difficult
to do sexy pictures, you know. Look, both show your legs well, but
the knickers here are all bunched up, and they're off centre over your
vagina. Good finger direction here in this one." she said
dispassionately. "Not to worry, they're fun pictures, that's all!"
"Hey, I think they look really great!" said Lauren, clearly pleased
with herself.
"Don't get me wrong, they are good. If we do some more, Simone
can help me to get you to pose and arrange your clothing properly."
Lauren couldn't believe that she had just seen two photos of her
knickers, had someone discuss her vagina, and not felt the slightest
embarrassment. She had found herself analysing the pictures in a
similar manner to Marlene, recognising a number of the technical
issues in the photos even though colour correction was too much to
digest at the time.
As they congratulated each other on a good afternoon's work,
Simone offered to drive them both to the station, so they could catch
their train back home. Jim would be going in a different direction to
his village but their trains left at almost the same time. Lauren and
Jim thanked Marlene for their afternoon's entertainment, and joined
Simone in the car. Lauren made a couple of attempts to engage
Simone in conversation but with little success, although she did feel
that Simone was genuinely happy to have spent her afternoon printing
the films and reviewing the work.
At the station, they waved good-bye to Simone as they made their
way through the ticket hall, onto the platform. Lauren could see her
train approaching in the distance, and turned to Jim happily as they
embraced. He promised to call, even to try and set up another photo
session, if she wanted. Lauren bounded over the bridge, and took her
seat on the train, waving good-bye as the train pulled out. She stood
and pulled down the window to look out and wave again, but Jim had
just turned and she watched him as he disappeared into the ticket hall
as the train headed east.
End of Chapter 16
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