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WARNING: Intended for adult audiences only. You must be of legal age in
your community to read the following.  If you are offended by graphic
sexual violence then turn away now. For all others, enjoy the ride.

"The Perfect Model"  by Mahgirb

Chapter 1

Jessie rested uncomfortably on her new mattress.  In fact everything in
this room looked new and expensive.  The doors were thick, highly
textured wood.  The walls were covered with erotic paintings and
photographs.  She could only guess their value and fame; Jessie really
knew nothing about art, nothing about photographers.  

And when Jessie thought on her own ignorance, she realized how little
she knew. She wasn't a scholar in high school, and she had no interest
in college, though some of her friends tried to talk her into it. She
never tried for anything, cheerleading, chess club, nothing. Not that
she was overtly shy, but Jessie just seemed to have no direction or aim.
At least not that she was yet aware.

The knock at the door awoke her from her reverie.  

"Hello," the sultry voice said as it rounded the door," And you must be
the newest model of Mr. Blaine's collection."  

The women in the doorway was obviously a model, Jessie thought. She was
tall, at least 5'9" without heels, with a slim figure.  Not Kate Moss
slim, but more like Elle MacPherson slim. In fact, she reminded Jessie
of an American version of Elle MacPherson.  Her golden brown hair flowed
down to her waistline.  Through the flimsy nightgown, Jessie could tell
she had ample breasts and curves everywhere. Jessie never experienced
lust for a woman before, but if she ever were to start, then this would
be the woman.

"My name is Jennifer and Mr. Blaine instructed me to give you the tour
before dinner." Jennifer smiled and held out her hand to Jessie.

"Don't be afraid of me, I don't bite---unless you want me to." What an
odd thing to say, Jessie said to herself.

"But you know, we really need to change what you're wearing.  That
little summer dress is cute, but it's not Mr. Blaine's style."  Jennifer
moved over to the walk-in closets.  She began collecting garments and
shoes and underwear until she was satisified with her selections.

"Mr. Blaine has already adjusted these clothes for your
measurements...here, put this mini-dress on."

"Uh, you mean, right now.  I mean, in front of you." Jessie flushed with
embarrassment.

"Well, come on silly.  We're models.  We see each other naked all the
time.  It's really quite liberating.  You'll see."

After fifteen minutes of changing, Jessie was led out by Jennifer.

"Now to begin with, this floor is living area for most of the models.
About 20 of us live here right now.  There are a few seasonal models
that come up, but just us regulars right now. Everybody has their own
room, although, we do tend to share a lot of times.  You'll see that
everybody shares everything in this house; we're a very tight bunch of
girls. 

"On this next floor, we have the workout facilities and recreation
rooms.  Treadmills, saunas, weights.  There's even a racquetball court."

As the two women made their way, Jessie peeked in the window of the gym
and stole a glimpse of her fellow residents.  There was a group of five
models running on the stationary treadmills.  Each one working up quite
a sweat in their form-fitting lycra outfits.

"And the third floor is the personal area of Mr. Blaine. He likes his
privacy and he seldom wantsto be disturbed.  If he calls you up there
for some reason, then you can go, but otherwise it is off-limits,"
Jennifer explained.

"What's up there?" Jessie asked, looking at the stairwell that led up to
the doors of the third floor. 

"I'll be honest with you: I don't know.  I've been a guest here for
almost a year and I've never gone further than where we're standing
now."

"I wonder what's so sec---"

"Come on," Jennifer interrupted, "let me take you downstairs to the
bottom level.  First we've got to stop by my room and let me change into
something for dinner."

Once they entered Jennifer's room, Jessie was nearly overwhelmed by the
color pink. Everything in the room was some shade of pink. The lamps,
the chairs, the bedsheets, the carpet. Jennifer was used to that look.

"I know, I know, you're saying to yourself,'This girl is psychotic about
the color pink.' And, well, maybe you're right, but after a while they
let you decorate your room anyway you want, no questions asked.  Mr.
Blaine is always saying how too few people really indulge their
passions, so he encouraged mine.  'If you want pink,' he said,' then
pink it shall be my dear.'"

Jennifer unfastened her gown directly in front of Jessie, and revealed
without much ado her beautiful nude form.  Jessie tried not to stare or
let on that she was curious about this beauty in front of her. She tried
to keep her head up and her eyes straight.

"I'm going to shower real quick.  You just make yourself
comfortable---I'll be right out."

As Jennifer's nude form turned to walk toward the bathroom, Jessie could
not resist a casual glance.  Jennifer's ass was so perfectly round.
There was just one thing out of place.  Jessie thought she saw welts or
red stripes across her thighs.  It was one of those quick-takes.  Only a
glance, and Jessie couldn't be sure of what she saw.   Jessie put it out
of her mind.

The newest resident was feeling curious.  She flipped through a few
photograph books that were collected on a bookshelf.  Inside, pictures
of Jennifer populated the pages.  The photos started with rather
innocent pictures, but they quickly took on a darker style.  Jessie was
flipping rapidly through the images, her brain unsure what to make of
these.

Jennifer was chained to a grey wall in one series of photos.  Another
model appeared to be in the process of whipping her with a small cat
o'nine tails.  Perspiration coated Jennifer in each frame and Jessie
thought she saw numerous red marks.  From the pained look on Jennifer's
face, the whip marks were made to look real.  Surely, it was all just
trick photography, Jessie justified to herself.

Jennifer reemerged from her shower with a new change of attire,
startling her new friend. Jennifer was wearing a thin pink choker, with
a small metal ring attached to it.  Her top resembled a fishnet, with
pink threads criss-crossing her trim stomach, and climbing over large
breasts, allowing her nipples to breathe between the threads. Jennifer's
pink skirt showed off her sexy navel (which had a bar piercing it) and
only extended about 12 inches down her thighs.  Her long legs were
complemented well by the extraordinary high heels she wore.  

"How do you walk around in those things?" Jessie pointed down to
Jennifer's pink heels.

"Oh, these are easy.  These babies are only 6 inches tall.  I've got
taller ones."

Jessie stared back at her in disbelief.

"Come on silly, we can't be late for dinner." Jennifer took Jessie's arm
inside her own.  "Mr. Blaine really hates it when you're late."

End of Chapter 1     

    


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