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(MFf, nc, ped, 1st, oral) *** Mark pressed the shutter release remote cable and there was a sharp crack as the battery of electronic flashlights flared simultaneously and began to recycle. Two more shots and he'd be done. He rearranged the shampoo and conditioner bottles slightly, adjusted the barn doors on one of the lights and took the pictures. "Thank god that's done," he said to himself. He had no great liking for commercial photography but he was good at it and it helped pay the rent on his studio. Truth to tell, it was the most lucrative part of his work. Well, there had to be some compensation for its dullness. Especially when it kept him sweating inside a darkened studio on a warm, sunny June afternoon. He cleared the set, placing the products back in a cardboard box ready to go back to the client. "I'm popping out for a sandwich, Stella," he called. "Hold the fort for half an hour, will you?" It was nearly four-thirty when he returned. "I've got some work to do in the darkroom tonight. We don't have any other bookings so you might as well leave early," he told Stella as he made his way to the back of the space that he rented in the downtown core. "Lock up behind you as you go, will you please?" he called back over his shoulder. A few minutes later, he heard her shout goodbye as she headed out. He turned on the red safety lamp and switched off the darkroom's main light so that he could begin printing some black-and-white stock shots that he had taken the previous day. As he watched the images emerging on the paper, his mind began to wander. Money- making or not, he could not get excited by this type of work. He knew that he would much rather work with people, which he considered to be his forte. Certainly his reputation for producing creative headshots and portfolio pictures was starting to spread amongst the many actors and models around town, all of whom were looking for their "big break". But it was almost axiomatic that most actors were next to broke so he could not run his business solely on what they brought in. Models were a little better because, often, they were young girls who had a parent paying for the pictures; a father perhaps, who had become resigned from previous experience to the fact that fashion shoots were expensive but who wanted to see his precious daughter do well. There was another strong, private appeal for Mark in shooting fashion. Most of the girls trying to break into the business were between fourteen and seventeen, and the clothing that they wore for these shoots was often highly revealing since agencies were keen that their models provide evidence of body type as well as modelling ability in the pictures they took out on go- sees for potential clients. Mark was scrupulously professional in his conduct with these alluring young women, always allowing a parent to sit in on a session with any girl under the age of eighteen or using his twenty-four year-old receptionist and stylist, Stella, as a chaperone should a parent not be able to attend for any reason. It was Stella who usually worked with the girls on clothing, hair and make-up. He was just happy that she had the knack of finding the right outfits and of persuading shy newcomers that going braless in an almost sheer top, for example, was something that they had better get used to if they wanted to succeed in the world of studios and catwalks. His mind was still on a recent session as he fixed the last couple of prints and dropped them into the rinse bath. No matter his outward demeanour, he could not deny to himself, that these slender, fresh and extremely beautiful girls, with their young bodies at the very peak of the physical perfection, were a major turn-on for him. He frequently wished that he had the freedom that had existed in the seventies. He envied photographers like David Hamilton, who had parents competing to have their young daughters accepted into the group of girls that he would take away every summer to his cottage in France. Here they would live communally and Hamilton would photograph the girls. They were usually nude or nearly so, lit naturally by the soft light filtering into his rustic home or illuminated perfectly in the lush French landscapes. Not only was Hamilton not prosecuted but books of his extraordinarily beautiful pictures sold many thousands of copies. Try shooting pictures of nude young girls these days, he mused, and see what would happen. You'd be arrested in no time flat! But there was another difference between the Hamilton era and today, Mark reflected. Part of the charm of Hamilton's work was that it reflected an air of innocence in the girls which was, for the most part, quite genuine. Today, most fourteen year-olds were sexually aware; often both experienced and precocious... a very dangerous combination. He sighed. It was getting late and he was hungry again. Stella had left two and a half hours ago. He switched off all the lights in the darkroom and went to look at the appointment book on Stella's desk in the reception area. He noted that, at 11 a.m. the next day, a regular client, Marjorie Linklater, was scheduled for a new headshot. That would be an interesting session. She was a classy-looking, attractive single mother in, he guessed, her late thirties who had been acting around the city for over a decade. Recently, she had landed an ongoing role in a television series about to start filming its second season. He looked forward to talking with her and catching up on what was happening in the local performing arts world. He left the studio, grabbed a meal and headed home to his solitary apartment, hoping to catch Marjorie's show on the television before he went to bed so that he could talk knowledgeably about it the following morning. Stella was already at the studio when he arrived and, as soon as he came in, she went over to the coffee machine and fetched him a cup – straight black and steaming hot. "Thanks, Stella," he said appreciatively. "I left some prints rinsing overnight. I'm just going to put them in the dryer and we can courier them to Malkin and Baines this afternoon." "Okay," Stella said. "I'll call the courier at lunchtime and don't forget that you have Marjorie at 11.00" "Yes," Mark replied. "I caught her show last night. You know, it's not bad." The morning seemed to fly past and, right on time, Marjorie Linklater walked in through the outside door, wearing a smart, dark blue business suit and carrying a clothes bag over her arm. She was not alone. With her was a stunningly beautiful young woman whom Mark gauged to be about seventeen, maybe eighteen. At around 5' 10", she was a good five inches taller than Marjorie, even in the flat shoes she wore. She had a slender figure, large hazel eyes and long, silky black hair that cascaded down her back in a glowing raven wave to a point about six inches below her shoulders. She wore beautifully tailored designer jeans that clung to her perfect rear, and a white silk, sleeveless blouse. Mark had been hovering by the desk in the reception area, waiting for Marjorie to arrive, and he felt his jaw drop at the sight of her young companion. He recovered quickly though, hoping that Marjorie had not noticed his reaction, and greeted her warmly. "How nice to see you again, Marjorie... and congratulations on the series. That's wonderful news." "Thank you, Mark. I must say it's given me a lift. Now then, I hope you don't mind my bringing my daughter along with me but it's the school holidays and we're going shopping together later. Allison, this is Mark Webber. Mark, my daughter, Allison." "Pleased to meet you, Allison," he smiled, shaking her hand. She had a cool, firm grip and, when she smiled back, she revealed a set of perfect teeth set off by the soft pink of her rosebud lips. Mark looked carefully and, apart from a touch of makeup to her eyes, decided that her colouring was natural. He was totally captivated and had to force his gaze back to Marjorie who was, as it happened, talking to Stella by that point and so may not have noticed his somewhat inappropriate attention to her daughter. He allowed Marjorie and Stella to finish their polite greetings before they all went into the studio. "I've brought a couple of outfits, Mark," Marjorie said, indicating the clothes bag. "I need a couple of different looks. My agent wants to send me out for some different roles now that I am no longer in my twenties. Is that okay?" "Of course it is, Marjorie. Maybe Stella can hang your other things in the changing area while we shoot you in what you are wearing. I'm assuming that you do want shots in what you are wearing now." "Oh yes, absolutely." Stella took the clothes bag and undid the long zipper as she crossed over to a curtained off cubicle at the side of the studio, where she hung up the other outfits. Mark looked at Marjorie and smiled. "Right, shall we get started? Allison, there's a stool over there." He pointed. "If you'd like to sit yourself down there, you'll be out the way but still able to see everything." Allison nodded and took her place while Mark began arranging the lights. Although he had an expensive Nikon Digital, he still preferred his trusty film camera for most sessions. It was more expensive overall but he still felt that film offered more subtlety and clarity. The thing about working with an actress, Mark reflected to himself, is that she always knows where the camera is, which are her best angles and she is usually good at taking direction. As a result, with Stella keeping an eye on Marjorie's hair and make-up, Mark whipped through a roll of 36 exposures in no time at all. It still required that he rearrange the set and the lights every so often. Whenever he did so, Allison would step up to his camera, still sitting on the tripod, and look through the eyepiece at what he had framed. "I'm sure that we've got some great shots there, Marjorie. Would you like to change and, Stella, maybe you could make a fresh pot of coffee, please." Marjorie went into the changing area and Stella went out to the kitchen. Mark turned his attention to Allison who was now standing and stretching her long legs. She was exactly his height he realised. "So, Allison," he smiled. "You seem genuinely interested in what I'm doing." "Well, I like taking pictures myself. I have a digital though." "Yes, well, I have too but I still like the way you can manipulate film." "I know. Me too. The Photo Club at school taught us to use film." "And have you graduated now?" "Hardly," she laughed. "Why, how old are you then?" Mark asked. "How old do you think I am?" she grinned. "Well, I had you pegged as seventeen or eighteen. Clearly I'm wrong." "I'm nearly fifteen," she giggled. This time there was no disguising his astonishment. "Shit on a bun." he gasped. Allison burst out laughing. "It's alright. Most people think I'm older." "Maybe, but I mean..." His voice trailed off. "I was just about to ask you to model for me." "You still can," she smiled. "Yes, but..." He thought for a moment. "What are you... about five foot ten?" She nodded. "Have you ever thought about modelling... seriously, I mean?" "No, not seriously." "You should," he said. "You've got everything going for you... face, hair, body. You're a natural." "You'll have to persuade mummy. She's not too keen on the idea, I'm afraid." "Why ever not?" Mark asked. "She say's that it's a meat market." "Yes, well... it can be... if you're average," said Mark, "... but you're certainly not average." He regretted saying it as soon as the words were out of his mouth. It was not cool to let her see how powerfully she had affected him, although something in her cool appraisal of him made him suspect that he was not the first to make that mistake. At that moment, Marjorie returned from the changing area and Stella came back in from the kitchen, halting further conversation for the moment. This time, Marjorie wore a smart burgundy-coloured, knee-length, strapless afternoon cocktail dress that seemed to be held up by sheer will-power. Zipped tightly behind her to narrow her waist, it flowed over her curvaceous hips to reveal a pair of very attractive legs smoothly encased in flesh-coloured silk. The top pushed her ample breasts up to create eye-catching cleavage. Mark took in Marjorie's compact but shapely frame and mused that Allison must take after her father in build. He turned his attention back to the job in hand and quickly ran off a second roll of film. He reloaded and looked up at Marjorie. "I was just wondering, Marjorie," he said. "Do you have any recent pictures of you and Allison together?" "Not since she was ten. Why?" "Well, as she is here, and we still have some time in hand, how would you feel about my taking a few of the two of you together now? No extra charge, of course." Marjorie looked at him shrewdly. She was not unaware of the effect that her daughter had on the male of the species. But Mark was a good photographer. She smiled her gracious smile. "Thank you, Mark. How about it, Allison? You up for having some pictures taken with me?" "Not dressed like this, while you look like that," Allison snapped. "Oh, I think we can solve that for you," said Stella quickly. "What are you? Thirty-two, B-cup?" "A-cup," Allison replied, blushing. "Come on, then," Stella smiled. "I think I have just the thing for you." She led Allison off behind the backdrops to where racks of clothing were neatly arranged. Mark, meanwhile, engaged Marjorie in conversation about what her ongoing television role would mean. "Well, for one thing, with fourteen hour days, it is going to mean leaving Allison to fend for herself more than I would wish but this is a chance that only comes along once in a very long while." They heard laughter coming from behind the studio drops. Clearly Stella and Allison were hitting it off. It was a little while before they emerged and, when they did, Mark felt his jaw drop for the second time. Even Marjorie gasped at the sight of her daughter. "Darling, you look beautiful... but isn't that neckline a little risquι for your age?" "Oh, mummy!!" Allison muttered with a slight scowl. It was a reasonable question, however. Stella had found Allison a short-skirted, black silk cocktail dress with a deep, plunging neckline to the waist which displayed a substantial area of bare, pale skin. As Allison pirouetted to show them the effect, Mark could see the imprint left by her bra just below where her lustrous hair fanned out on her bare back. She looked, quite simply, stunning and Mark thought again that nobody seeing her dressed like that would imagine that she was not yet fifteen. Mark felt himself getting hard at the thought and quickly moved into the darkness of the studio to start rearranging the lights. As he worked, he knew that – more than anything – he wanted to get Allison in front of the camera again, preferably without Marjorie present, but he had no idea how he could make it happen. He quickly gave his attention to positioning mother and daughter together, then set about making some further adjustments to the position of the lights while Stella made a final check on hair and makeup. He realised that Stella had spent a little time adding some eye-shadow and mascara to emphasise Allison's eyes, a light touch of blush to her cheeks and a complementary lipstick to complete the transformation. If he had thought Allison beautiful before, she was positively devastating now. Stella administered a final light dusting of powder, flicked a brush through Allison's hair and stood back. She and Mark exchanged appreciative glances and then Mark did a double-take. He and Stella had worked successfully together for nearly two years now. He had taken her on as an assistant when she was twenty-two, soon after her graduation from art school. He had always thought of her as an attractive young woman. Truth be told, that was one of the reasons for hiring her but it was also, he told himself, necessary for the business that he was in. Mostly, however, he thought of her as reliable, pleasant to work with and extremely good at what she did. Indeed, he would now find it hard to manage operating his business without her. He knew that she did not have a serious boy-friend but had never given the matter a lot of thought. She was always appropriately dressed ... today, in a silk shirt tucked into her jeans. What caught his eye as she turned away from brushing Allison's hair was the fact that Stella's nipples were visibly erect and pushing at the front of her blouse. She saw the surprise in Mark's eyes and quickly folded her arms to cover her chest. "Now, what's all that about!" Mark wondered and dragged his attention back to the job in hand, chatting constantly with Marjorie and Allison as he rearranged them between shots. He ran another full roll of colour and then paused. "I'd really like to shoot a few black-and-white to finish up," he said. Marjorie nodded approval and he loaded a new film. This time, he went for a much moodier feel and also took half a dozen shots of both mother and daughter separately. Finally, Marjorie looked at her watch and gasped. "Is that the time? We need to be on our way. Thank you so much, Mark. As always, you make it very easy to relax." "Thank you. And, as always, you make a delightful subject... well, subjects in this case." "When can we see them?" Allison asked. "Well, the colour proofs will be ready tomorrow afternoon. I'll process the black-and-white myself, probably on Sunday." "Come on, Allison," Marjorie urged. "We must go and change now. I'm ready for my lunch." Marjorie, Allison and Stella headed back to the change area while Mark unloaded the roll of black-and-white film from the camera and then sat at the reception desk to write up an invoice for the session. A short while later, the trio returned. Marjorie was back in her business suit and Allison was back in her jeans. Marjorie came over to the desk opening her purse as she came. Mark handed her the invoice. She glanced at the total and took out her cheque-book. "You do still take cheques, do you?" she smiled. "Of course... with specific clients!" he grinned. She wrote a cheque and handed it to him. "So, I'll see you tomorrow afternoon to look at the proofs." "Can I come too, mummy?" Allison asked. Marjorie looked a little surprised. "Why, are you planning to be around? You're usually off with your friends." "It's summer holidays, mother. Most of them are away." Allison snapped. Marjorie let it go. "Right then, until tomorrow. Thank you Stella. Thank you Mark. Come on Allison." "Thank you," said Allison politely and then followed her mother out of the door. "Well," said Mark after the door had closed. "That was a surprise." "You're quite smitten, aren't you?" Stella grinned. "Don't be ridiculous," Mark protested. "She's not even fifteen yet." "What's that got to do with it?" Stella observed. "She has the best potential to be a top model of anyone we've had walk through the door since I've worked here... bar none." Mark looked up and saw that Stella was studying him thoughtfully. Pointless to deny what she had just said because it was true, "Yes, okay... you're right. She is gorgeous but Marjorie is one of my better clients and, even if she agreed to Allison modelling – which I hear is highly unlikely – I doubt if Allison would be interested." "You'd be quite wrong," said Stella. "She'd be up for it... as long as she could also get to take a few shots herself. She's not a dumb kid. She knows that what she's got is marketable and she sees it as a way of earning money to pay for what she really wants to do." "Which is?" "To become the next Annie Leibovitz." "You found out a lot in a short while, didn't you?" Mark observed. "We got on," Stella smiled. "I noticed," Mark said. Stella's face went bright pink. "I don't know what you mean?" she stammered. "Oh, I think you do," he said. "So what's next?" As the next day wore on, Mark found himself anxiously awaiting Marjorie's arrival and hoping that Allison would indeed be with her. The colour proofs had turned out well and he was pretty sure that Marjorie would be pleased. He was not so sure about Allison. In his experience, most teens were highly critical of pictures of themselves but he thought that she had photographed superbly and it had really whetted his appetite to do more. Stella, too, had been impressed. "Wow, I don't know about the next Annie Liebovitz but she could sure be the next Jessica Miller," she said. It was after four o'clock before the door opened and Marjorie swept in with Allison in tow. Both were in casual clothes and Allison's face was free of makeup. Stella offered them a cup of tea, which, to her surprise, they both happily accepted. She had expected Allison to choose a soda. She brought the tray of teas into Mark's office just as they were sitting down to look at the proofs. Mark sat behind his desk and Marjorie sat in the visitor's chair facing him. They were soon deep in conversation about the pictures. Allison plonked herself down on the love-seat set against one wall. In front of it was a coffee table that was covered in portfolios of Mark's work. She picked up one of the portfolios and began turning the pages slowly as she waited her turn to see the proofs. Stella served Marjorie and Mark, then set the tray on top of some magazines on the end of the coffee table. Allison took a cup and Stella sat beside her on the love-seat, glancing to see which pictures Allison was looking at. By pure chance, she had selected a portfolio that included some of the most risquι fashion shots that Mark had ever been commissioned to take. There were also a few tasteful nudes, shot for a perfume company. Allison looked up at Stella with a raised eyebrow. Stella shrugged. "That's what the client asked for," she said quietly. "Are you offended?" "No," said Allison. "They're beautiful, but I can see why mummy is not keen to have me model." Marjorie glanced up. "What was that, sweetheart?" she asked distractedly. "Nothing, mummy. Can I see the pictures?" "In a minute, darling. When we've finished selecting the ones I want to show my Agent." Allison grinned at Stella and went back to turning the pages. Finally, with the shots selected, it was time to review the colour pictures that Mark had taken of mother and daughter together. Allison stood beside her mother's chair, looking over her shoulder. To Mark's huge relief, not only did Marjorie love the pictures but even Allison gave her grudging approval and Marjorie requested prints of all of them for which she insisted on paying up front. "I'm going to be mad busy and I wouldn't want your invoice to slip through the cracks. We start shooting tomorrow." "On a Saturday?" Mark said. "Yes," Marjorie nodded. "It's because this weekend is the only time that we can get into that particular location." She saw Allison pull a face. "I know, sweetheart... it's a pain but you know it's my job." She looked at Mark. "She hates it when I'm working and she is stuck by herself." Stella walked over to stand by Mark. "Ms. Linklater," she began. "Call me Marjorie, dear." "Okay... thank you... Marjorie... I don't know what you and Allison might think of this idea but we have a major fashion feature to prepare for next week and to shoot the following week. I could really use some help and Allison seems to have an excellent fashion sense." She turned to address Allison. "If you have nothing better to do, and your mother doesn't mind, would you be interested in helping me?" Mark was floored. It was not Stella's place to make that sort of decision. It was his. On the other hand, what she said was right. There was a huge amount to be done and Stella would be hard pressed to do it all alone. He should have thought of that. His big concern now was what Marjorie might say. "Can I, mummy?" asked a very excited Allison. "Well, I don't know, dear. Do you really want to?" "Oh, yes. It would be great and..." She looked questioningly at Mark. "...maybe I could learn something about lighting?" "Of course," Mark said with a grin. "About paying you,..." "Don't worry about that," Marjorie said at once. "She has a perfectly adequate allowance and you'll be teaching her as well as 'sitting' her if she does this. Well, Allison, are you sure?" "Absolutely," Allison smiled. "Alright then. It seems that you have a deal, Mark." She turned to Stella. "Don't let her drive you mad, Stella." "She'll be just fine," Stella laughed. "We'll also be working this weekend, Allison. Do you want to come in tomorrow? "Sure," Allison said. "What time?" "How's ten o'clock?" Marjorie laughed. "You see, Allison. There really is a ten a.m." "Mother!!!" Allison snarled. She smiled at Stella. "Ten o'clock is fine." "I'm liking this more and more," Marjorie laughed. "Thank you." The door had no more shut than Stella stood in front of Mark's desk. "Are you mad at me?" she asked nervously. "Well, you had no right to do it without asking me but, on the other hand, I should have realised that you were going to need some help," he said. "It was totally spur of the moment," Stella explained. "But I really could use the help and I know that you really want to take more pictures of Allison. She seemed to like the ones you'd taken so I just went for it." "No, it's okay. But, as to taking more pictures, I'm not sure about that." "Well, let's just see how things go, shall we?" Mark studied Stella's earnest expression. "You hungry?" he asked suddenly. "Sort of," she replied. "Fancy grabbing a meal... that is, if you don't have plans?" "Sure. I cleared the decks ready for the weekend." "Okay, then. Let's go. My treat." They sat together in a quiet booth in an up-market restaurant. A bottle of Gewurtztraminer sat on the candle-lit table as they waited for their appetizer. Stella sipped appreciatively. "This is really nice," she observed. Mark sat back and looked at her. He suddenly realised that he had never really taken stock of this young woman who had shared his studio for the past twenty- three months. The more he watched her, the more he realised how truly attractive she was. She was of medium height with curly, dark red hair that shone in the candlelight. Her grey eyes sparkled and her turned-up nose had freckles on the bridge of it. Her lips were generous and, when she smiled, her whole face lit up. Her figure was more curvy than that of most of the models he favoured but he knew that it was a shape that most men found highly desirable. He found himself nodding appreciatively. Stella saw him staring at her. "What?" she asked. "Nothing," he said. "I was just thinking how surprising I found it when you first said that you didn't have a regular boyfriend." "Not really. My job comes first." "Bullshit," Mark grinned. She looked shocked. "Why do you say that?" "Nothing," he said. "Anyway, it's none of my business." "True enough," she said, "but tell me anyway." "Okay, and I apologise if I am out of line, but it occurs to me that your motives in having Allison work with you were not totally altruistic." Stella kept her eyes on her glass which she nursed to her chest. Her other hand lay unmoving on the table. "I told you. I need some help," she murmured. Mark said nothing, letting the silence hang. Finally, Stella looked up at him. "What are you suggesting?" she asked. "Nothing... but I did notice how she affected you in the studio." Stella blushed furiously again but then looked up at him defiantly. "And I noticed how she affected you, too!" she said. It was Mark's turn to look embarrassed. "Shit!" he said. "Shit indeed," she responded. "She's fourteen," he said finally. "I know. It's a bitch, isn't it?" Stella grinned. At that moment, the waiter arrived with their appetizer. They engaged in small-talk while they ate. Mark waited until they had finished their desserts and were sipping on liqueurs and coffee. "How come I didn't notice before this that you preferred girls?" he mused. "Because, like you, I try not to let my business and private life overlap." "Meaning..." "Meaning that, although I know that a lot of the younger models turn you on, I've never seen you act in anything but the most professional way. I hope you can say the same of me." Mark nodded agreement. "Absolutely," he said. "How long have you known... about me liking young models?" "Oh, almost from the start," she answered. "And it doesn't disgust you?" "It would pretty much be a case of the pot calling the kettle black, don't you think? Anyway, we don't have much control over what floats our boat. We only have control over what we do about it. " "And now?" "And now, we both seem to have encountered the irresistible force." "So, what are we going to do about it?" he grinned. "Pray that we can remain the unmovable objects," she laughed. "Do you think Allison knows that we both lust after her?" "I think that she is aware that she excites attention from most men and some women in a general way. As to us, specifically, I just don't know. As you keep pointing out, she is only fourteen ...and her mother has kept her pretty carefully protected." "Well, the next two weeks are going to be both a joy and an absolute hell," Mark noted. "I guess we'll have to help each other remain on the straight and narrow." "Is that what you really want?" Stella asked. "You know it isn't... but that's the way it has to be. Can you imagine what would happen if we ...either of us ...were to be accused of corrupting Marjorie Linklater's under-age daughter? Even a whisper would kill the business. I'm relying on you." "I know. Me and my big mouth. I thought I was doing us both a favour." Then she shrugged. "Okay ...mutual support it is." Saturday was a hectic day. Allison arrived at the studio promptly at ten and she and Stella started linking lists of detailed measurements to photographs of the models, then working out which model would wear which outfits and what type of accessories they would need to buy or borrow for the big shoot which was to culminate in a huge fashion show on the final Saturday. Allison had dressed "sensibly" to work in the studio but even conservative clothes looked good on her. Nonetheless, both Stella and Mark found that working with her was easier than they had expected and, by the end of the day, they were all laughing and joking together as though they had know each other for ages. "What time tomorrow?" Allison asked as they were wrapping up for the day. "I'm going to be in the darkroom tomorrow so you can both have the day off." Mark replied. "Ooh... are you working on the black-and-white pictures you took of mummy and me?" Allison asked. 'Well... yes, amongst other things." "Well, would it be alright if I came and watched? I've done both developing and printing at school but I'd love to see a professional darkroom." Mark and Stella exchanged glances. "Well, I don't know. I'll be here by myself," Mark said. "Not if I'm here, you won't," Allsion laughed. "That's not what I meant. I'm not sure your mother would approve." "Why ever not?" Allison asked. "Anyway, I'll ask her. She's bound to say it's okay." There was not a lot Mark could say. "Come on, then. I'll give you a ride home." "Okay!" she grinned. "You, too, Stella." "No need, boss," Stella replied. "I've got my bike. Have fun tomorrow, you two, and I'll see you both on Monday." And chuckling at the look of anguish on Mark's face, she took off. On the ride home, Mark was fairly quiet. Allison toyed with the radio, flipping channels and commenting on the various songs that she found. At her home, she jumped out, gave a wave and called back over her shoulder. "See you tomorrow." She didn't look back but Mark watched her slim figure all the way to her front door. It may have been wishful thinking but it seemed to him that she was giving her hips a slightly exaggerated sway as she went. He waited till the front door closed behind her then gave a heavy sigh and drove off. ** Next day started fairly well. It was quite cool out and Allison arrived wearing jeans and a pink cotton roll- necked top under a light, white woollen sweater. She and Mark spent forty minutes tidying up the studio, washing the cups and the coffee machine. Then, setting the machine to make a fresh brew, he led Allison down to the darkroom. As he was getting the developing tank off a shelf, he looked over at her. "So, your mum was okay with you coming today then?" "I didn't see her. I was asleep by the time she got home." Mark nearly dropped the tank. "What?!!," he exploded. "Why are you so worried?" Allison asked innocently. "You know full well why I'm worried. You're a minor." "So? We're only developing and printing some pictures of mother and I, ...aren't we?" "Of course," Mark said quickly, "but nonetheless..." His voice trailed off. If he had any sense whatsoever, he would stop everything and take her straight back home. It was as though she could read his mind. "Oh, please, Mark. I really want to see them. If you're really worried, I won't tell her. She wouldn't believe that I got out of bed early two days in a row anyway. Well, not when I was on holiday, at least. Please!!" She looked at him with her big eyes and he was lost. "Well, as you're here, I suppose..." "Oh, thank you!" laughed Allison and she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "Don't do that," he said sternly but he could feel the grin on his face even as he said it. "Okay," she chirped. "So, what do we do? Load the tank?" Over the next hour, Mark processed the film and set it to dry. Then they went out to the kitchen area and sat sipping coffee. They chatted about this and that and Mark quickly realised that Allison had a degree of maturity that was not immediately apparent. Like many children with a single parent, she had grown up pretty fast. Slowly, he began to relax around her. Coffee finished, they went back to the darkroom. Mark held up the strip of negatives and examined the individual frames. They all looked clear and sharp. He switched on the red safety light. "Switch off the overheads will you please, Allison," he said. She did as he had asked and came to stand beside him as he loaded the film carrier into the enlarger. Soon, half a dozen prints were floating in the rinse sink under the red light of the safety lamp. "Can I try making a print?" Allison asked. "Sure," Mark said. "You've seen me do it often enough now." "Thank you," she said. "God, It's hot in here. I think I'm going to take off my sweater first." She crossed her arms in front of her, grabbed the bottom of her sweater and pulled it up over her head, then sliding it off her arms and tossing it onto a chair. Mark stared as she stretched upwards and her small breasts were thrust forward against her cotton top. As she lowered her arms again, the top looked as though it had been vacuum-formed to her body and it was quite apparent to him that, today, she was not wearing a bra. He could feel himself starting to sweat. She stepped back up to the bench. Carefully, she slid the film further on in the negative carrier and centred a new reversed image on the base- plate. It was obviously a picture of her. Much faster at reading a negative image than she was, he recognized what it was. It was a shot that opportunity had presented and he had grabbed with no intention of anyone other than himself seeing it. He'd forgotten it was on the roll and, of course, she'd chanced to land right on it. "Oh, not that one," he told her. "Why not?" she demanded. "It's not very good," he said. She studied the image for a while and then grinned. "It looks fine to me. Let's see." She adjusted the height of the lens from the base-plate to crop and enlarge part of the image and tweaked the focus. "I'd say about four seconds," she said, setting the timer." She placed a sheet of photographic paper in the holder and pressed the timer release. The enlarger lamp lit, the timer whirred and then the enlarger switched off again. Taking the exposed sheet by the extreme corner, Allison placed it face up in the developer. "Come and stand behind me so that you can tell me when to put it in the stop bath. I still have trouble judging the right amount of development time," she said. Mark moved behind her and looked at the photo paper over her shoulder. Standing so close, he was aware of her perfume. He recognized it. Patchouli... one of his favourites. It took all his resolve not to place his hand on her shoulder and sniff. He was mesmerized by the clear outline of her body beneath the thin top and felt a swift stirring in his groin. Hurriedly, he backed off half a pace. "I'd flip the paper over to make sure that it is evenly coated," he suggested weakly. Face down, there was the hope that the print would blacken from over-development and she would not see what he had shot. "It seems fine," she said as an image started to form on the paper. The picture quickly took on more detail and he felt his face getting hot. It showed a close-up of her, down to the waist, with one of her small, firm breasts very nearly, but not quite fully revealed by the gapping fabric. The print was now perfectly exposed and she flipped the sheet out of the developer and into the stop bath. She turned her head to look at him. He didn't know what to say, so he said nothing but continued to stand behind her not meeting her eye. Without a word, she turned back, took the print from the stop bath and slid it into the fixing solution. She took half a step backwards, seemingly to adjust her balance, and her body collided with his. He felt her perfect bum come into contact with his groin and he groaned inwardly as he knew she could not possibly remain unaware of his arousal. There was a couple of moments pause and then she stepped forward again. The silence was killing him. "I'm so sorry, Allison," he blurted. "I don't know what to say." "Why are you sorry? Don't you like my body?" Mark's head snapped up. "What? Of course I like your body. Isn't it bloody obvious?" "Well then. What's the problem?" "The problem is that the picture's exploitative and your mother will kill me." "Rubbish. It's no more revealing than any number of shots in your portfolio," she said. "Maybe, but most of the girls were a little older than you and were professional models," he pointed out. "Most... not all then?" she queried. "No... not all," he admitted. "But they were all professional models." "Didn't you tell me only the other day that I should be a professional model?" she asked. "Well... yes but..." "But what?" "Didn't you tell me only the other day that your mother was dead set against it?" "Oh, don't let that worry you. If I really want to do it, I can persuade her." "Oh, can you? Yes... I'll just bet you can. But it won't help if I'm dead, or out of business." "Well, I'm not going to tell her," she grinned. "Are you?" "Of course not. But that still leaves the question of..." His voice trailed off. "Of your erection?" she asked. "Christ, Allison!!" he burst out. "Okay, yes. I'm sorry, but you're an extremely beautiful girl." "Actually, I think it's quite flattering." And, leaving him with a stunned look on his face, she turned back, used the tongs to take the print out of the fixer and dropped it into the rinse sink with the others. The drive home started off in silence but what had happened in the darkroom weighed heavily on Mark's mind. Allison looked over at him, brooding behind the wheel. "You're still worrying about it, aren't you?" she said quietly. Mark didn't answer. "I don't get it," she said. "You photograph young girls all the time. What's so different?" "They are professionals who know what I am shooting and have agreed to it." "I knew what you were shooting," she said. Mark nearly choked. "What?" he spluttered. "You knew?" "Of course. Don't forget... I take photographs too. I know when someone is zooming in and what the camera is pointed at." Mark was at a total loss for words. Allison sat there grinning at him. Finally, Mark looked at her. "I'm beginning to think that you're not anywhere as innocent as I thought," he said. "Oh, I'm 'innocent' still... if I understand what you mean... but I'm not ignorant." "Clearly." "So?" she asked. "So what?" he replied. "So... am I still working with Stella?" "You mean... you still want to?" "Of course," she said. "And I still want to learn about lighting. Besides you want to take more pictures of me, don't you?" "Well, yes... but I'm not sure that it's such a good idea." "Nonsense." She leaned over and patted him on the thigh in what appeared to be a perfectly natural, reassuring gesture. "Stop worrying about mother," she said. "She has too much on her mind to be bothered about me. She trusts you," she added with a grin, "and I've told you... I can persuade her to let me model if I really want to." Mark was acutely conscious that her hand was still resting on his thigh. He fought desperately to prevent his body from reacting to her touch and to tell her that he thought it would be better if they didn't continue with the working arrangement. Suddenly, she removed her hand. "So, what time tomorrow?" she asked brightly. "Ten o'clock, I guess," he heard himself reply. "Great," she smiled. "So are you and Stella an item?" Once again, Mark was taken by surprise. "Good heavens, no!" he gasped. "Why would you ask that?" "Well, she's very pretty for one thing." "Yes, I guess she is," Mark said thoughtfully. "Have you ever photographed her?" Allison asked. "No." "Well, I'd like to ...when we're not so busy. Do you think she'd let me?" "You'd have to ask her," Mark said. "Would you mind ...my using the studio, I mean?" "No ...as long as it doesn't interfere with anything else that we have to do." "Great. Thank you, Mark." They drew up to her home and, once again, she leaned over and gave him a peck on the cheek. "I've told you not to do that," he growled. "Nonsense," she laughed. "See you tomorrow." She jumped out of the car, sashayed up the driveway and, this time, there could be no doubt that she was deliberately swaying her hips like a model. Mark shook his head ruefully and, as she entered the house, he drove off. "So, how did yesterday go?" Stella asked as they shared a coffee at nine o'clock next morning. "Fine," said Mark, not looking at her. "Fine? Is that all you have to say? Fine!" "It went fine," he insisted. "Hey, Mark. It's me ...Stella. What happened?" "Nothing happened." "Something happened," she said. "Tell me." Mark gave an exasperated grunt and proceeded to tell Stella about Allison finding the revealing picture he had shot of her, as he thought, without her knowledge. He did not mention that Allison had discovered that he had a massive boner. "And you say that she was okay with the picture?" "Seemed not to be bothered at all." "Wow! What would mummy say?" "I hope to god mummy doesn't find out. Allison says she has no intention of mentioning it." "Well, that's good, isn't it?" "Yes, but I don't like the feeling that she has me over a barrel." Stella laughed. "She's had you over a barrel from the first moment you clapped eyes on her." "Oh? By the way, she thinks that you're really pretty. She asked me if I thought you would let her photograph you." It was Stella's turn to look stunned. "What did you tell her?" she asked quietly. "That she'd have to ask you," Mark said. "The little minx," Stella muttered. "What do you mean?" Mark asked "I mean that, if we are honest, we've been hoping to manipulate her and I'm thinking that she's the one manipulating us." "To what end?" "I'm not sure, but that young lady bears watching." "That'll be no hardship." Mark grinned. "She's got a face and a body to die for." "Very true," Stella nodded. "Well, we can both dream I guess. Come on. There's work to be done and she'll be here soon. She mustn't find us sitting here moping about her. Remember... mutual support... and don't tell her I told you about you modelling for her." "I won't, and if she asks, I'll have to give it serious thought." ** The next couple of days flew by but, whatever else she may have been, Allison was a very quick study and a hard worker who seemed to really enjoy the minutiae involved in planning such a large project. Models came in every day for final fittings and Allison was quickly accepted as a full member of the team. By four o'clock on Wednesday afternoon, the last model for that day had left. Mark ordered in pizza and he, Stella and Allison sat around after it arrived, enjoying a few moments relaxation in his office. Mark saw that Allison was eyeing Stella and looking thoughtful. Finally, she cleared her throat. "Stella, may I ask you something?" she said. "Of course," said Stella. "Have you ever done any photographic modelling?" "No. Nobody has ever asked me. Why?" "Well, I'd like to photograph you. Would you mind?" "I don't know if 'mind" is the right word. Why me?" "Because you're very pretty..." She looked at Mark accusingly. "... at least I think so." Mark saw her look. "Hey, wait a minute. I think she's very pretty too." "Oh, good. Then you wouldn't mind helping me with the lighting, would you? You said you'd teach me." Stella burst out laughing at the expression on Mark's face. He was stuck and could hardly refuse. "Okay, Allison," Stella said. "What did you have in mind?" Allison picked up one of Mark's portfolios and flipped through it until she found the picture she wanted. "Something like this," she said, handing the portfolio to Stella. Stella took one look at the picture and gasped. It was one of the perfume ads in which the model was totally nude. Mark looked over at the picture and it was his turn to burst out laughing at Stella's discomfort. She'd been quite right. Allison was manipulating them, and she was bloody good at it too. "You have to be joking," Stella exclaimed. "No, I'm serious," Allison said. "I... I couldn't." Stella blushed. "Why not?" Allison asked. "You see girls like that in the studio all the time. Suddenly her voice took on a harder edge. "You didn't have a problem about dressing me in a very revealing outfit and Mark had no problem in taking pictures of me in it. Besides, you're not a minor so there is no legal problem, is there?" This was all said very reasonably but there was no missing the implied threat. Stella felt as trapped as Mark had felt a few moments earlier. Everything Allison had said was true. Stella had picked an outfit for the session that she knew would turn Mark on, as it had her. But she had no intention of stripping naked for this girl, especially with Mark present. Mark's mind was also working overtime. Although he had never thought of Stella as a model, he now wondered why on earth not. She was, as Allison pointed out, beautiful and he felt the familiar stirring in his pants as the idea took hold. Professional detachment was easier when you didn't know the model but was almost impossible when you knew the model well. "What do you say, Stella?" Allison asked. "Why nude?" she replied. "Couldn't you take portraits?" "I've done that... dozens of times... and landscapes, and abstracts. I've never done nudes." "What about fashion shots then?" "Fashion shots are all about the clothes. Nudes are all about the model. Besides, lighting nudes is the greatest challenge in photography and no one else is likely to be willing to teach a 'fourteen year-old' – as you constantly keep calling me – how to do it. No, I want to shoot you... nude. Maybe doing some modelling yourself will make you appreciate a model's point of view." "And if I refuse?" "I might need to reconsider my 'understanding' view of what you – both – tried to do with me." Stella looked over to Mark, seeking help. "I don't see that we have a choice, do you?" is all he said. With a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, Stella understood that he was right. Allison had outplayed them at their own game ...but why? Was it pure vindictiveness or was something else going on, and if so... what? "When?" Stella asked. "Tonight ...now." Allison said. "I always have my camera with me." She opened her capacious purse and produced a neat little Nikon Coolpix digital camera. Stella felt her heart pounding. Never in her wildest imagination had she imagined being naked in front of her boss. She had fantasized about what might lie under the layers of clothing that Allison wore but now the tables were turned and she had nobody but herself to blame. Not that it made it any easier. She stood up slowly. "If I do this, how do I know that the pictures won't end up on the Internet?" she asked. "You don't ...but they won't," Allison assured her. "That's not what this is about." "Well, as Mark says, it seems that I have no choice." "Brilliant," Allison grinned. "And cheer up. You might enjoy it. I'm sure Mark will," she added with a wicked laugh. "Now, go and get undressed while Mark shows me how to arrange the lighting." A disconsolate Stella made her way to the changing cubicle, grabbing a robe off the dress rack as she went and closing the curtain firmly behind her. Allison led Mark into the studio to arrange the set. Allison selected a plain black backdrop roll and chose not to use any props to begin with. They had just finished setting some basic lighting when Stella emerged from the changing cubicle wearing the robe which came to mid-thigh. She wore a little eye makeup and lipstick. If she was to be photographed, she might just as well look half-way decent. Allison looked up and saw Stella standing at the side of the set. Mark stood by the main lighting stand. "Okay, Stella. Come and stand in the middle here," Allison said cheerfully. Reluctantly, Stella came to stand where Allison had directed. "I'll take the robe," Allison said. Stella felt her face going scarlet as her hands moved slowly to the tie that secured the robe. She looked at Allison and saw that her eyes were bright with anticipation. "Come on, Stella," Allison said. "Nothing to be shy about. Mark's seen dozens of naked females." She held out her hand, waiting. Stella took a deep breath, then pulled on the tie to free the bow. Immediately, the robe parted in the middle and both Mark and Allison got a view of a gently curved stomach over curly, dark red pubic hair. Stella slipped the robe back off her shoulders, let it slide down her arms and handed it to Allison. Reflexively, her hands went to cover her breasts and her crotch. Allison tossed the robe aside and looked at Stella. Her body was quivering. "Take your hands away, please," said Allison. "Let Mark see what he is lighting." There was a beat and then Stella placed her hands by her sides. For the first time, Mark was able to admire Stella to the full. Her body was well rounded but very nicely proportioned. Her full breasts were high and firm with large areolae and small but extremely erect nipples. Her waist was not as narrow as most of his models but her hips were slim for her size and her legs were those of an athlete. The pubic hair at her groin was neatly trimmed and springy, with just the suggestion of her sex beneath. The blush on her face now suffused her chest and she stood there not knowing where to look. "Would you turn round please?" Allison called. Stella revolved through one hundred and eighty degrees and now Mark could see her firm, full buttocks over the muscular legs. "Thank you, Stella. Back again, please." Stella faced them again. "Very nice," said Allison. "And, if you look, you'll see that Mark thinks so too." Mark groaned, and tried to sink back into the shadows for, of course, his jeans were bulging. However, over the next hour, Allison behaved in every way like a professional photographer, placing Stella in a number of classical poses, firing off a couple of test shots to check the flash, consulting Mark on the lighting changes needed to obtain the results that she was visualising, then checking the playback window after every shot to see if what she had envisioned had been achieved. No matter how tasteful the final arrangement was, Stella was certain that Mark had, several times, had a clear, close-up view of her pussy and wondered if she could ever face him again. Suddenly, Allison picked up Stella's robe and handed it to her. "Don't get dressed yet, but let's take a short break." Gratefully, Stella slipped the robe on and tied it firmly. They each grabbed a soft drink from the kitchen and moved back into Mark's office. "You see, Stella," said Allison. "That wasn't so bad was it?" "It wasn't you standing there stark naked in front of your boss," Stella snarled. "Well, wait till you see the pictures before you get too mad," Allison advised. "So, what do you plan to do next," Mark asked. "I'm glad you asked that," Allison smiled. "When we go back into the studio, I am going to shoot a few more nudes ...of you." There was a stunned silence for a second. "What?!!!" Mark yelled. "Forget it. No way." "Why on earth not?" Allison demanded. "It seems only fair. You tried hard enough to get a picture of my bare boob and you were only too happy to see Stella nude. Besides, you seemed to think that the pictures I took were tasteful. So now it's Stella's turn to see you naked and mine to take some figure studies that I'd never get a chance to shoot until I'm in college ...if then." "It's not going to happen," Mark insisted. "Then, I'll let you explain to mummy why you let me photograph Stella, nude, in your studio while you arranged the lighting for me. See?" And she showed him a picture that she had taken as a test shot. In it, Stella was standing, naked, in the centre of the background roll and, behind her, Mark was busy moving a light-stand. "Shit, Allison. What is you want from us?" "You know what I want. I want to become a brilliant photographer... and I want you to help me." "You could have just asked," Mark said. "What, ask you to teach me to photograph nudes? You'd have run a mile." "You really don't care how you get what you want, do you?" he sneered. "It wasn't me who suggested that I wear a dress that barely covered my tits and it wasn't me that tried to sneak a photo of them... not that there's much to see... but that's not the point. You weren't too particular about trying to get what you wanted. Why should I be?" There was nothing to be said. Once again, they had been outmanoeuvred. Stella sat there, just looking miserable. "This is ridiculous," Mark protested, even though he knew that there was no winning. His mind was working frantically to find a way out of this dilemma. "Why is it ridiculous?" Allison demanded. "Because, if I do this ...I mean, what if..." Allison laughed. "Mummy says that male actors have two fears when they do love scenes with an actress. The first is that they'll get an erection. The second is that they won't. Does that answer your question? Anyway, it will prove if I learned anything about lighting, won't it?" "Allison, you must see that it is totally inappropriate for me to be naked in a photo studio with a fourteen year-old girl operating a camera." "Then think of it as a continuation of my learning. I've never seen a naked adult male. You both schemed to see my nude body. They call that perversion at my school. I want to see yours. They call that normal in adolescents. It's your choice." Even as Mark recognised defeat, a glimmer of an idea was starting to form at the back of his mind. "Okay," he said. "You win. Stella can get dressed and then..." "No," said Allison. "I don't want Stella to get dressed yet." Stella's head snapped up. "Why not," Mark demanded. "Because I may want to take some pictures of the two of you together," Allison smiled. "Now listen here..." Mark began. "No, you listen, Mark," Allison interrupted. "I'm going to say it just once more. When Stella took me back to the dressing room on that first visit, she couldn't take her eyes off me. I had to almost push her out of the changing cubicle so I could put that damned dress on in private. Do you think that I didn't recognise the signs? We have a few lesbians at school and they're always hanging around the showers, hoping to... well, never mind. Next, there was you, trying to hide your hard-on and get a glimpse of my boobs, then acting so apologetic when I caught you out later. You can both thank your lucky stars that I didn't run screaming and crying to mummy... and I won't... so long as you both do as I ask. Is that so unreasonable under the circumstances?" "I could just simply take that camera off you and destroy the memory card," Mark pointed out. "You could but it wouldn't be wise." "Why not?" he demanded. "Because then I would go to mummy and tell her that you had attempted to rape me in the dark room." "But I didn't," he protested. "I know but, as you have been at pains to point out, even the suspicion would be enough to close you down, if not worse." Without a word, Mark got up and marched out of the office. "Where are you going, Mark?" Allison called after him. "To the washroom and then to get undressed," he shouted back. Allison relaxed, with a big grin on her face and saw Stella scowling at her. "Hey, Stella. Cheer up. You get to see Mark naked too. I know you prefer girls but I can't help thinking that you like guys too ...some guys ...Mark for instance?" Stella continued to glower at her but her heart-rate increased. This little bitch missed nothing. "I thought so," Allison grinned. "You really aren't very good at hiding your feelings, are you? Oh, don't worry. He hasn't a clue... although you did get him pretty turned on earlier. And why not? You really are beautiful, you know." Stella ignored her. Slowly, they two women finished their sodas and then Allison stood up. "Where has Mark got to? Come on... let's go back to the studio. Mark, are you nearly ready?" she shouted. "Two minutes," he called. "What do you mean... pictures of the two of us together?" Stella asked nervously as they stood in the studio waiting. "Oh, I don't know yet, but I'm sure that something will come to me." "You're not thinking of sexual pictures, are you?" Stella asked in alarm. Allison just smiled. "You bitch," Stella snapped. "It takes one to know one," Allison grinned. "What would you have done with me if you'd had your way?" "How do you become such a scheming little cow at your age?" "The benefits of an expensive private education," Allison replied. "Trust me, there is nothing like a private girls school for teaching you how to protect yourself. Oh, here's Mark." The two girls swung round as Mark walked onto the background roll. He was totally naked and, in spite of her good intentions, Stella found herself taking in his body as avidly as Allison was. Mark stood there, totally mortified. The stress of the situation was intolerable. The fact that two young women were studying him intently did not arouse him in the slightest. He was glad that he worked out regularly for at least his lean body was in great shape, even if his penis remained limp between his legs. "So that's what it looks like," Allison observed wryly. "I see that you're circumcised. Are you Jewish?" He ignored her. "Never mind. Would you rotate for us please?" Mark did as he was told and they saw that he was clenching his buttocks. "Okay," said Allison. "Let's take some pictures." Once again, she became the consummate professional, setting poses, arranging the lights, taking the shots and checking the results. She continued for about fifty minutes during which time there was not even a twitch from Mark's manhood. "Good. I think I've got some great pictures. Now for the good stuff." "The good stuff? What do you mean?" Mark asked. "Well, to be honest, I'm quite disappointed," Allison said. "Here you are, stark naked with two beautiful women on hand – even if I do say so myself – and... well... not a flicker from... you know what. It's almost insulting." "Too bad, Allison. I'm not a performing seal." "Hmm... we'll see, shall we? Stella, please take off your robe." Stella looked at her pleadingly. "Please don't do this, Allison. You're right. We behaved abominably to you but we are truly sorry. Now, you've had your fun. Can't you settle for having humiliated us both?" "Humiliated you?" Allison snapped. "What is humiliating about having you both pose for the sorts of pictures that Mark has taken so many, many times in the past few years. So far, my shots have all been perfectly tasteful, tasteful enough for any serious photographic magazine. But the pictures he tried to get of me were, if not pornographic, certainly underhanded. Makes me wonder what other pictures he might have taken of young girls." "Absolutely none... I swear," Mark said emphatically. "Or would have taken given the chance," Allison added. At this, Mark remained quiet. "Exactly," Allison said. "And you'd have helped him no doubt, Stella. So, take your robe off. I won't ask again." Stella undid the tie once more and shrugged the robe off to fall in a heap on the studio floor. "Okay, Mark. Stand up." He stood. "Now, Stella, you kneel in front of him." Stella gave Allison a look that would have killed her were such things possible before slowly kneeling in front of Mark. This placed his limp penis a foot from her face. There was a sudden flash, and Stella and Mark realised that, already, Allison had a picture of them in this highly compromising situation. She now had even more ammunition to force them to do what she wanted. "Now then, Mark. You took pleasure in nudging my butt with that thing when it was hard in the dark-room. I think I have the right to see what it looks like when its erect. Stella is going to help you get it up, no matter what it takes, aren't you Stella? Now, get to it." Stella looked up at Mark and smiled nervously. Slowly, she reached out and tentatively wrapped her hand around his shaft. She felt a slight tremor pass through the warm flesh. Slowly, she began to move her hand up and down along the length of him. As she did so, the veins began to pulse a little as blood started to flow and harden him. There was a flash as the electronic photofloods illuminated the action. Clearly, the stimulation of Stella's hand was beginning to work. "Fabulous," Allison called. "Now take him in your mouth." Stella leaned forward and closed her lips over the head of Mark's semi-hard prick, letting her hand slide down to cup his balls gently. There was another crack from the photofloods. Stella slid her lips as far down Mark's shaft as she could manage, then sucked hard and slid her mouth back up again. A shiver passed through Mark's body and she could feel him become fully hard as she slid up and down. Another flash went off beside her. "Okay, Stella," Allison said. "Pull off that thing and let me see it." Stella sat back on her heels and Allison stood beside her. Mark's penis was now hard as a rock and sticking it's full seven inches straight out from his body. "So that's what all the fuss is about," she said, reaching out to touch it. "Hmm, warm and hard. Seems a pity to waste it. Have you ever had a man, Stella, or has it been strictly girls until now?" Without any warning, she reached out and pushed her hands between Stella's legs. Stella doubled up and pulled back but not fast enough. "Well, you're quite wet so you're clearly ready for Mark to do his thing." Mark spoke very clearly and distinctly. "And if I refuse, what then?" "Then I go to mummy and tell her that you tried to rape me." "Even though I didn't." "Even though you didn't," Allison agreed. "But I doubt that anyone would believe you." "As would I... until now." "What do you mean... 'until now'?" she demanded. Mark pointed to a small red light high up on the back wall of the studio. "I mean that we now have your little scheme recorded... sound and picture. The game's over, Allison." "You're lying," Allison said but the colour had drained from her cheeks. "You know I'm not. There is a lot of expensive equipment in this studio. You don't think that we wouldn't have a security camera, do you? We have a camera in the office as well. I suddenly remembered it and, while you were busy cross-questioning Stella, I made sure that the studio camera was focussed on this area and had a fresh tape in the recorder. Your whole performance is now caught on camera... including your confession that you were prepared to accuse me of a rape attempt that I had never made. Should make interesting viewing don't you think?" Allison crumpled and tears formed in her eyes. "What are you going to do?" she asked. "I'm going to do something I have often wanted to do but have never allowed myself to do, knowing full well that it is totally wrong, but, now, I don't care." "What?" she whispered. "Well, as you said a little while ago, now for the fun stuff. You were right when you said that both Stella and I lusted after a sight of your body but never really expected to see it." "No!" Allison wept. "Oh, yes!" Mark smiled. "Stella, grab her arms." Allison attempted to bolt but Stella was too quick for her. She stretched out and grabbed the fleeing girl's long, dark hair and jerked her to a halt. Allison twisted round to grab Stella's wrists but Mark was there and, instead, Allison felt her own wrists being grabbed. He easily twisted her arms behind her back and, struggle as she might, she could not break his grip. "Okay, Stella. You can have the honour of stripping this little vixen." "Please, no." Allison pleaded. "I wouldn't really have told anyone." "Liar!" said Mark "Now, as you said to Stella, cheer up. You might enjoy it." "Please, you're hurting me," she wailed. Stella was about to pull off Allison's sneakers. "Just a minute, Stella," Mark said. Stella paused. "Okay, Allison. You are what is known as a prick- teaser. You enjoy getting people turned on, then you walk away and never concern yourself with the outcome. Well, now is the time for you to be on the receiving end. I'll give you this one option. Either you can strip to the skin voluntarily or Stella and I will strip you, and we won't be gentle about it either. Am I right, Stella?" "Oh, yes, Mark," Stella said firmly. "You're absolutely right." Allison looked pleadingly from one to the other but there was no wavering in their eyes. "I can't," she said. "That's what Stella said, but you forced her to go ahead. Now... I'll count to five and then we'll do it for you. One – two – three..." Seeing the determined look on his face, Allison bent over to reach her shoe laces. "Just a moment," Mark called. Allison heaved a sigh of relief. Mark had just been testing her but didn't really plan to make her strip after all. But when she looked up, she saw that Mark was moving a light stand and grabbing his digital camera and her worst fears were about to be realised after all. "You're not going to take pictures of me as well, are you?" she wailed. "Too true, sweetheart. I'll never have another chance like this in my lifetime. Now get on with it." With tears running down her face, Allison bent back down and undid her laces. The lighting flashed and she shivered. "Pull your shoes off and toss them out into the studio," Mark ordered. Allison did as she was told. Flash went the lights. "Now the socks." Flash. Allison stood there, barefoot. "What next, Stella? Jeans or sweater?" "Sweater first, then jeans I think," said Stella. "You heard," Mark said. As he had seen her do once before, Allison crossed her arms in front of her, grabbed the bottom of the sweater and pulled it up over her head. Flash! Today's blouse was sky-blue. The outline of a bra was clearly visible under it. She tossed her sweater to join the other clothing. Flash! "Jeans," said Mark. Allison's hands went to the waist-band and undid the button, then slid the zip down. She slipped her thumbs down inside the top of the jeans and started to ease them down over her slim hips. Flash went the lights. As the jeans moved lower, the bottom edge of her blouse came into view and then a pale blue thong that just covered her pussy, the lips being clearly outlined where the thin silk hugged her body. Flash! The jeans were now past her knees and she bent the rest of the way so that she could step out of them and toss them. Flash! "Blouse, please," Mark commanded. With shaking hands, Allison started undoing buttons... all six of them. Flash! As her pale blue bra came into view, her small breasts began to heave and the trembling of her hands nearly defeated her. In the end, it was done and she slipped the blouse off to join the rest of her clothes. Flash. "Very nice, Allison. Bra." Allison looked out to where Mark stood, camera in hand. "Please, Mark. Don't make me do this. I'll model for you like this if you want, but don't make me go any further." "Allison, I'm going to say this to you just once." She winced as she heard so many of her own words being repeated to her. "You had absolutely no concern for Stella and I when we asked you for the same consideration. I told you. This time, you are going to perform. This is just the opening act. Bra... please... now!" Allison stood rigid with fear. "What do you mean... just the opening act. What are you going to do to me?" "Oh, I'm sure some ideas will come to us," Stella chipped in. "Bra!" snapped Mark. Allison went to turn her back but Mark would not allow it. "Face us until I tell you different," he snapped. She turned back towards them. Her hands went behind her back and fumbled with the clasp of her bra. Finally, she had it undone. Using one hand to clasp the garment to her chest, she slipped one of the straps off her shoulder, then swapped hands and slid the other strap off. Unable to delay any longer, she grabbed the thin fabric in one hand and flipped it away from her. Allison heard Mark gasp as she stood there naked to the waist. She watched in fear as his penis, which had gone limp, now immediately began to harden again. The fact that he was still naked began to fill her with an ominous dread. In a series of small jerks, his prick went from full droop to full erection as he drank in her body. The loss of her bra had revealed to Mark and Stella the two tiny, perfect orbs that they had both hoped so secretly to see; alabaster skin covered gently swelling flesh with sweet little pink rosebud tips from which small protuberances now stood high and proud. Briefly, Allison's hands hovered in front of her to shield her breasts from their sight but, as if knowing, it would not be permitted, she let them fall to her sides again. Mark gave Stella an enquiring look. Stella nodded her head appreciatively. "Very nice indeed, Allison," Mark sighed. "Very nice indeed." Allison felt her face burning under their scrutiny. Flash went the camera lights again. "Okay, last item." Allison simply shook her head. "Stella!" Mark said. Stella moved to where Allison stood, gripping the side bands of her thong in determination that it should not be taken from her. With virtually no effort at all, Stella grabbed the front of the thong and tugged. The side bands snapped in unison and slid through Allison's sweating palms as Stella snatched the garment away and threw it onto the pile on the studio floor. Now it was evident why Allison was so reluctant to lose this last item. Unlike Stella, she was completely clean-shaven and the rippled line of her pussy was completely exposed. She slapped both hands over her crotch but not before there was a blinding flash from the camera. "Take your hands away, Allison." Mark said. Allison made no move to comply. "Do it," Mark roared. With a whimper, Allison took her hands away. She watched in shame as Mark zoomed in on her sex and winced as the camera flashed once more. Then Mark passed the camera to Stella. And walked into the centre of the set. He turned Allison sideways and stood facing her. "Kneel down," he commanded. Allison, guessing what was coming, was now openly sobbing but did as she was ordered. With his rampant prick so close to her face, she shut her eyes. "You wanted to see an erection. Now, look at it." Allison felt him grab her hair and pull. She screamed, more from shock than pain. "I said look at it," he said. She opened her eyes and saw the glistening tip inches away. "You've already got me hard. Now take it in your mouth." She looked up at him, pleading with her eyes. "It's no good looking at me like that, Allison. You kept demanding that I not treat you like a fourteen year-old child. So I won't. Suck it." With a look of revulsion on her face, Allison inched forward until the head was touching her lips and, for the first time in her life, she tasted the salty tang of a man's pre-cum juices. She grimaced, mainly at the thought, for the taste was not as offensive as she would have imagined. "Open up, and if you use your teeth, I won't be answerable for what happens next." Allison opened her lips and he used his grip on her hair to pull her perfect mouth onto him. She gulped as he pushed more and more of his shaft into her, until she could feel the tip touching the back of her throat and gagging her. "Suck on it and pull back," he told her. She pursed her lips and slid them back up him. He began pushing her head down again and then guiding her up until he had got her established in a steadily quickening rhythm. So long had all his desires been repressed, that – in seconds – he exploded into her mouth as the camera flashed again. Allison panicked as great gouts of hot, sticky semen hit her throat. She was forced to swallow quickly to avoid choking on the salty jism. She feared these powerful jets would never end and, in sheer desperation, she used all her strength to push herself back from him, taking the last bursts of white goo on her chin, where it dripped off to trickle slowly down between her heaving breasts. Slowly, Mark's breathing returned to normal and he saw Stella watching him intently. Allison was now bent over with her forehead touching the floor. She was crying softly. "Okay, Allison. Look at me," Mark said gently. Allison's head came up off the floor and she sat back on her heels. "This evening, you deliberately set out to hurt Stella by making snide remarks about lesbians, as if – somehow – they could corrupt you. I think it's time you added to... what was it you called it... your education. She's all yours, Stella. Let me know what I can do to help." Smiling, Stella stood and looked down at the cowering girl. "Just watch her for a moment," she said, and sprinted off to the back of the studio. Mark watched her flashing bum and her shapely legs as she sped away and again wondered how he could have failed to be aware of her very obvious charms until now. In moments, she was back with a pile of soft blankets and a pillow which she lay on the floor beside Allison. "Lie down," she ordered. "Why? What are you going to do?" Allison asked in a small voice. "Just lie down," Mark barked. Allison lay on her back, head on the pillow. "Just hold her arms over her head will you please, Mark," Stella said. "No," wailed Allison. She sought to get away but Mark had already moved to grab her. He pushed her onto her back on the pile of blankets and, kneeling at her head, held her wrists tight to the floor above her shoulders. The next thing Allison knew was that Stella had grabbed her ankles and pushed her legs apart, quickly kneeling between them so that she could not close them again. Scarlet with embarrassment that she was now totally exposed, Allison tried to wriggle away but she was no match for Mark and she finally lay still. She felt Stella lean over her and then felt Stella's lips come into contact with one of her breasts. She gasped. No one had ever touched her in a sexual way in her entire life, although she had tried to have a furtive rub of her own clit on occasion, but it was very difficult with a protective mother and little privacy. She knew that a number of girls at school claimed to have sexual experience but although, occasionally, she would allow a Grade Twelve guy or the son of one of her mother's friends to kiss her, the minute his hand started to rove, she would push him away, turn on her heel and leave. The same beauty that drew males to her like bees to honey also intimidated them and none of them had ever risked going beyond the very strict limits that she set. But now, she was in no position to enforce any rules of conduct. Pinned to the floor, she gulped as Stella closed her lips over one of her proud little nipples and one of her hands slid over the other delicious little breast, working the second nubbin between her finger and thumb. Allison's eyes, which had been tightly shut, flew open. Behind her, Mark crouched, gripping her wrists and she was astonished to see that, already, his cock was hardening again. She looked down at the top of Stella's head as she still concentrated on Allison's now very sensitive breasts. Stella continued to suckle and rub. Suddenly, Allison felt something that was new to her, a tingling, warm sensation forming in the pit of her stomach. She became aware, too, that her nipples were now so hard that they almost hurt. Almost, but not quite. What was happening to her? The warmth from her stomach was starting to spread, and it was moving mostly downwards. Stella slid her lips away from the breast she had been sucking on and she used her other hand to replace it as her mouth moved down over Allison's rib-cage. Now, with both her breasts being stimulated and her nipples throbbing, Allison began to discover new layers of sensation that she never knew existed as Stella continued licking her way down the slender, lithe young body beneath her, until her tongue found, and began to explore, Allison's belly-button. Allison felt her stomach starting to convulse under the little jabbing and flickering movements of Stella's tongue and the taut flesh positively quivered. Just when the sensation was becoming almost unbearable, Stella started moving down again and the spreading heat moved ahead of her to centre itself between Allison's legs. Allison was almost past caring at this point. She wasn't even aware that Mark had let go of her wrists. Stella withdrew her hands and placed them on Allison's hips. Totally unselfconsciously, Allison placed her own hands on her breasts and began to squeeze and rub them herself. She felt Stella's mouth glide over the flat planes of her stomach and on to her pubic mound. The next thing she knew was a tongue exploring her most secret area. She was shocked to realise that she was already soaking wet down there and when Stella began nuzzling on her clit, it felt as though she had received a violent electric shock. Allison's back arched and her butt came right off the blankets. Stella rode up with her and continued to nibble as Allison's body began a slow rise and fall in response to some automatic internal response mechanism. Agonizingly intense sensations swept over her as Stella's tongue slid down along her labial outer lips, now wide open and glossy from the secretions that were pouring from her. Another inch, and the tongue found the small, round opening it sought and Allison gasped again as the questing tip entered her and began to explore her moist, warm tunnel. She was now completely beyond any control as a wave of total ecstasy poured over her. She thrashed around on the blanket, panting like a blowfish, as the first real orgasm she had ever experienced crashed over her like a tidal wave. A long, low wail escaped her lips as her body shook and quivered in release. Still Stella's tongue drilled her vagina and then slid back up to her clit. Allison's hands slid from her breasts and she began beating her fists on the floor as her body continued to spasm. She felt something new at her entrance and grunted as Stella introduced first one finger and then a second into the slicked up opening. She bent her legs at the knees, clamping her thighs together to hold Stella's fingers in place as they explored and probed. She felt hands fondling her breasts again. Opening her eyes briefly to see how Stella was managing it, she found that Mark was leaning across her and taking over where Stella and she had left off. Somewhere in the back of her mind, for a fraction of a second, she thought vaguely that she should be outraged but the moment passed and she was way past caring. Stella was nibbling her swollen clit and her nimble fingers were turning her insides to jelly. Mark now had her nipples so erect that she though they might burst. Stella took Allison's swollen clit gently between her teeth, driving her over the edge again as a second, even more intense climax enveloped her whole being and left her swooning. Stella sat back on her heels and Mark came to squat beside her. "Well," said Stella, "she told the truth about one thing. I'd say she's still a virgin." Mark looked down at Allison. Her dripping pussy was wide open to his inspection and he drank in the sight of this stunning, satiated girl who had come so close to taking over control of his life. He felt Stella's eyes on him and saw that they were directed to his mid- section. So absorbed had he been in what was happening to Allison that he'd momentarily forgotten that he was still naked and that his penis was standing up, as hard as he had ever known it. The question was, could he now fuck this young girl. He stood up and turned away from her, trying to decide. She'd tried to blackmail him, even threaten him with an accusation of rape that could have sent him to prison for years - and he knew what happened to molesters of young girls in there. But was that any justification for actually raping her. One part of him told him that he'd never be likely to have another chance to screw anyone as fresh and beautiful ever again and that she deserved it. Another part of him said that she was young and deserved to be given a break. But dammit, he was horny and it had been a long time since he had anything but his own hand to relieve himself. Pre-cum was already starting to drip from him. God... what to do? As he was busy torturing himself, he felt a hand take hold of his and start pulling him down. Snapping out of his reverie, he turned back to find that it was Stella who was drawing him down. She slowly, sinuously, stretched out beside Allison and continued to pull him towards her. He lay by her side so that she was between him and Allison, who was still trying to get her breathing back under control. Studying Stella's face, he saw a look in her eyes that he had never seen before. In a daze, he moved his face towards hers and their lips met... tentatively at first and then with growing heat. He felt her pick up his hand and place it on her breast, and needed no more encouragement. He began to squeeze and caress the ample flesh until he felt the large areola starting to puff up and the nipple pushing its way into his palm. Their tongues met and he rolled on top of her. She spread her legs wide to give him access to her. Allison had partially recovered and was now watching the two of them in amazement. She even scooted sideways a little to allow them more space. "God, you're going to fuck," she whispered, but in awe rather than in shock. Sure enough, Mark was almost at bursting point already and, as his hand reached down to guide his prick into Stella's cunt, he found that she was already wide open, wet and waiting for him. With a grunt of pleasure, he drove straight into her, eliciting a little whelp of joy from her in return. Barely in control, he slid almost out and then plunged in again, feeling himself stroked firmly by her tight, welcoming tunnel. Up and down he drove and she quickly took up his pace. Faster, and faster still, they went. Mark tried hard to hold back but he caught sight of Allison watching them with rapt attention, still naked, her small breasts still tipped by her engorged nipples and noticed that she was no longer making any attempt to hide her exposed pussy. The vision of her and the warmth of Stella's embrace were just too much for him. "I'm coming," he shouted, trying to withdraw but Stella locked her legs around him and held him inside her as they climaxed together. Their bodies hammered up and down as the sea of passion washed over them and Stella kept shouting "Oh, my god! Oh, my god!" over and over again until the wave slowly subsided and Mark was at last able to withdraw and flop on his back beside her, his limp penis now lying across his thigh. As Allison lay there watching real live sex for the first time so soon after her own sexual arousal, her mind was racing. In one short evening, her whole life had turned upside down and she had come to understand, with overwhelming clarity, things that she had not thought about before or had deliberately avoided thinking about until now. She knew that her fellow students thought of her as a spoiled rich kid. Well, her mother had received an extremely generous divorce settlement from her industrialist father so it was true that they had never lacked for cash. She was aware that she was also considered a snob and far too full of herself. Guys thought of her as an ice-queen and a tease. Hard as it had been to hear it from Mark, she knew now that it was all true. It was no real excuse but, from the time she was quite a small girl, she had constantly been the subject of men's lust because of her beauty and she had come to mistrust all males, no matter how charming they might seem. It wasn't that she didn't like boys... or men. It just seemed that they could never see beyond the way she looked to discover the lonely person underneath. But it was also true that her outspoken contempt for lesbians was mostly to demonstrate a degree of conformity with what most of her peers believed. In her most inner heart, though, she knew that it was also to disguise the fact that she, too, was not immune to enjoying the sight of other girls naked in the showers. Her mistrust of men, and society's still prevalent taboos about lesbians, meant that she had always denied herself, and feared, any sort of sexual contact. As a result, she had driven a wedge between herself and her contemporaries, both male and female. In truth, she didn't know which she might prefer in that department but was starting to suspect that she might be quite like Stella, fancying both but being very selective. As to the adults in her life, they existed to be manipulated. She had not exaggerated when she said that she could persuade her mother to let her to do anything she expressed a serious interest in and her father, whom she rarely saw nowadays, was putty in her hands ...as were most men. Little wonder then that she had been able to intimidate Mark and entrap Stella so easily. She'd had plenty of practice. The only surprise in the whole process had been that, although Stella gave off a lesbian vibe if you knew the signs, Allison had realised fairly early on that she was – in fact – bi-sexual, although her first choice would always likely be girls. It also hit Allison that she really had totally over- reacted. Mark's sole transgression had been that he fancied her; Stella's, that she had tried to please him. In her spite, she could easily have ruined both their lives. As it was, they had turned the tables on her but, in the process, opened her mind and body to wonders and sensations that she had never previously imagined. Her sexual initiation had given her such unbelievable, overwhelming physical pleasure that she knew she wanted more. She looked at Mark and Stella still basking in the afterglow of their passion and took some minor satisfaction in the fact that she had at least opened Mark's eyes to the fact that Stella was beautiful. Allison propped herself up on one elbow, watching the rapid rise and fall of Stella's generous breasts and saw the dampness that clung to the springy red hair at her crotch. She saw Mark lying motionless, oblivious to his nakedness, and recognised that he was, in fact, a very good-looking man with a great body. She reflected on the fact that, during the week, they had all had some genuinely fun times together and she had learned a lot; from both of them. She felt an unexpected wave of affection sweep over her. Cautiously... slowly... she leaned over Stella. Their eyes met. Allison saw surprise there, but no resistance. Inch by inch, she lowered her head towards Stella's until their lips brushed. At first, Allison just let her lips rest on Stella's but then she tried a tentative, gentle nibble and received a corresponding nibble in return. She opened her mouth a little and felt Stella's tongue flicker over her teeth and she allowed her own tongue to meet it. They began a mutual exploration of each other's mouths, with tongues darting in and out and fluttering together. Without breaking the kiss, Allison rolled until she was lying half across Stella's body. She was aware of Mark turning to see what was happening and heard his small gasp of surprise. Still concentrating on Stella, Allison reached out her hand until she was touching Mark's thigh, then felt around until she found his limp penis. She closed her hand around it and began to stroke it gently. Then she rolled still further until her body fully covered Stella's and she could feel their breasts mashing against each other. She wiggled her hips and felt the coarse hair at Stella's groin exciting her own clean-shaven pussy. As she continued stroking Mark, she could feel him getting hard again and knew exactly what she was inviting from him. Strangely, it didn't frighten her. She let go of him to concentrate on Stella. She broke the kiss and, as Stella had taught her earlier, she slid down to take Stella's nipple in her mouth and fondle the other breast. She felt the fullness and weight of it, felt her fingers press into the yielding flesh, explored the rigid tip and wondered at the sensation of the areola swelling to her touch. She felt instinctively, or maybe from her own growing excitement, that arousal would be much faster the second time around and quickly began sliding further down Stella's body. As she did so, she glanced up at Mark. He was now standing, watching them, slowly stroking himself. She smiled warmly at him and then returned to what she was doing. Until today, the idea of taking a penis into her mouth or licking a girl's pussy would have revolted her but having once done the first, and having experienced the effects of the other, she no longer harboured such reservations. Her tongue pushed through the tangled strands of Stella's pubic hair and she was acutely aware of the pungent aroma of Stella's recent love- making with Mark that clung to it. Undeterred, she used her tongue to seek Stella's clit which was still partially engorged. It took little effort to bring it back to full erection and she heard Stella mew in pleasure as she took it gently between her teeth and nuzzled it. Suddenly, she felt strong hands on her hips. She did not look up from pleasuring Stella. She was well aware that the sight of two girls making love together was a powerful aphrodisiac to many men and she was equally sure that the sight of her butt stuck up in the air with her anus and vagina fully exposed would be more than Mark could resist. To make sure that he got the message, she spread her knees further apart and continued to lick and nibble Stella's glistening slit. She felt Mark kneel behind her and her heart began to pound. She was about to lose her virginity... the very last thing she had planned... but now, as Mark had warned her, having led him on as she had in the last few minutes, she was going to have to perform... and she found herself willing, even anxious, to do so. He leaned over her back and his hands slid around her sides and cupped her breasts. Immediately, she felt the tingling in her stomach again. She heard his sigh of ecstasy as he gently fondled her small mounds, running his index fingers in small circles round her nipples before tweaking them. She could feel her own juices lubricating her and groaned happily as she felt his hand leave her breast and seek to explore her throbbing vulva. Stella had placed her hands gently on the back of Allison's head. She was panting and Allison heard her speaking in a low, guttural voice. "Oh, yes, Allison. Oh, that's it! Oh god, just keep doing that. Oh, yes! That's so-o-o good." Allison redoubled her efforts allowing her tongue to circle and probe Stella's entrance while, at the same moment, she felt Mark's hands spread her ass cheeks, circle her anus and then a finger slid forward to rub along her labial lips to her clit. The friction of his finger was in danger of sending her over the top again. Her tongue plunged into Stella's vagina just as Stella bucked in a violent climax. Allison continued to work Stella with her tongue but Stella pleaded for her to stop and rolled sideways into the foetal position, rocking backwards and forwards as the orgasm continued to pulse through her. With Mark still kneeling behind her, Allison crawled a pace forward to give herself some room and then sat up and pivoted to face him. She saw the look of suspicion on his face and reached forward quickly, placed a hand on each of his cheeks, then leaned in to kiss him. There was just a moment while he considered if this was maybe just the prelude to another "tease" but then he pulled her to him and kissed her hard. They clung together, kissing wildly until she lay back and pulled him with her, their lips still locked together. He followed her down and collapsed on top of her. She could feel his rigid penis against her thigh and she spread her legs so that he could slide his body between them. He placed his hands on either side of her shoulders and pushed his torso up off her chest. He lifted his head last of all, finally breaking the kiss. She saw him looking down at her and his longing for her was palpable. "Oh, god, Allison ... you are so beautiful and god knows I want you, but..." "I know, Mark, 'I'm only fourteen'.., she mimicked. She heard him groan. "...but, for once, I know exactly what I'm doing and I want this... and so do you. Please, Mark!" He was about to protest again but she placed a finger on his lips to silence him. Still he didn't move but she gave him her warmest smile and tossed her head slightly and he was lost. Gently, he positioned himself over her and lowered his hips till the tip of his prick found her clit. He began rubbing himself up and down the length of her slit and, in seconds, she was ready for him. He probed for her entrance, found it, and pressed gently down. At first, nothing happened so he pressed a little harder and she felt him start to slip into her. He felt huge to her and a little tremor of fear run through her body. Immediately, he stopped pushing and withdrew. "I'm sorry, Allison. This is a bad idea, I'm hurting you." he said. "No," she whispered. "It's just... it's my first time and I know it will hurt but please, Mark, please don't stop now." "Are you sure? We just wanted to teach you a lesson. We didn't intend to hurt you." "I promise you, I've learned it... truly!" She reached out and grabbed his penis firmly in her hand, pulling on it, guiding it to her waiting vagina. "Just do it , Mark," she said firmly. With a sigh, Mark again lowered himself onto her and she felt the throbbing head of his cock pressing again at the opening to her previously unplumbed passage. He paused for just a second and then pushed harder and there was a moment of sharp discomfort as he slid deep within her and her tight, hot flesh yielded to a penis for the first time. She felt tears well up in her eyes but she placed her hands on his buttocks and pulled him tightly to her, feeling his swollen testicles nestle against her anus. As the discomfort of this first penetration began to diminish, she was aware of Mark beginning the slow slide back and forth that was the prelude to her first full sexual encounter. Now that it was really happening to her, she knew that most of the stories she had heard from her fellow students were lies because the truth was that this feeling of fullness, of two bodies totally becoming one flesh, was quite indescribable and something so personal, so intense that she wanted to keep it selfishly all to herself and not share the experience with anyone. Her virgin passage gripped Mark's penis tightly in a warm, pulsating vice that massaged every nerve fibre along its length. He concentrated on controlling his rhythm. He wanted to be absolutely sure that Allison was right there with him. He needn't have worried. The first time that she had felt these new sensations in her stomach and loins, she had not been sure what was happening to her, especially as it was another woman causing them but, this time, she knew what her body was doing and welcomed it. She was surprised to find that she was able to relax and enjoy the rising tide of feeling being awoken again by the rigid flesh that was now pistoning up and down inside her. Feeling her rising excitement, Mark quickened his pace and felt her draw up her knees to help steady them. He pushed harder and faster until he was piercing her as deeply as his throbbing prick would go. She met every thrust with a counterthrust, grunting with pleasure as he drove into her. She locked her legs behind his back and her arms around his neck. His powerful thrusting now lifted her bum clean off the floor and she clung to him, working her hips up and down to assist him in obtaining the maximum stroke. Just when he felt that he couldn't hold on any longer, she let her arms go from around his neck, flopped back on the blankets with her bum in the air, legs still gripping his waist and their groins welded together as he, once again, spilled hot cum, this time deep into her pulsing pussy. She made little animal noises as he pumped hard and long, and she felt his seed splash the very back of her constricting passage. With one final thrust, he went rigid for a moment and then collapsed, gasping, on top of her. She lay there with her eyes tightly closed, keeping her legs tightly locked so that he couldn't withdraw and continued to savour the feel of him inside her. At last, she could feel him going limp and her legs were starting to cramp. Reluctantly, she let them slide down his hips to the floor. As he started to pull out of her, she let out a moan of protest but he slid out of her anyway and lay beside her, gently stroking her hair. She felt a hand on her hip and, once she had regained some control, she opened her eyes. She saw Mark and Stella, one lying on either side of her, looking at her anxiously. "Are you okay?" Mark asked nervously. She looked up at the two worried faces for a moment and then a wide, totally genuine smile crossed her face. "Never better," she grinned. She saw them both relax visibly and burst out laughing. "Why wouldn't I be?" "You know why. This whole evening got totally out of hand and there is going to be hell to pay," Mark said. "What makes you say that?" Allison asked quietly. "Jeez, Allison," Mark shouted in exasperation, "where shall I start? Corrupting the morals of a minor, taking nude pictures of an under-age girl, sexual assault... rape!!! Do you want me to go on?" "Aren't you forgetting luring, deception, blackmail, and a number of other offences that I don't know the names of?" "For what little it's worth, Allison, I don't think we tried to blackmail you," Stella said. "Not you, you idiot. Me. Look. I'll spell it out for you. When I saw Mark focussing in on my boob that morning, I was pissed off. I figured that he was just like all men, only sneakier. I sort of decided that if any chance came along, I'd get back at him. By that time, I'd figured out that you liked girls but I was still surprised when it was you that offered me a job here." "I'll admit that our motives were not the best, Allison but, as it turned out, you proved to be a hard worker... and - surprisingly - fun to have around," said Stella. "And I was only too glad to say yes to your offer because, although I do genuinely want to learn to become a great photographer, mainly I was fairly sure that I'd find some way of getting back at you both, so neither of us has anything to be proud of. After that, you know what happened. You began trying to help me and I, behind your backs, acted exactly like what you called me ... a total bitch.... And I'm truly sorry." "You're sorry?!! What we did in return is unforgivable," Mark said. "No, it isn't, because I forgive you." "Hell, Allison, we're supposed to be responsible adults and your only fourt...," Mark began. "Mark Webber, if you say 'you're only fourteen' one more time, I swear to God. I'll... I'll... Ugh!!!" She shook her head in frustration. "Okay... okay. I get it," Mark replied, "but what the hell do we tell your mother?" "Well, I don't know about you, but I'm not proposing to tell her anything so, unless you're planning to fire me, and want to explain to her why, I'd suggest that we just keep quiet about tonight." "You mean that you really do want to keep on working here... in spite of everything that's happened?" Stella gasped. "No," Allison grinned. "I want to keep on working here because of everything that's happened." She pointed to the back wall of the studio. "Unless you were lying to me, that security camera has been recording everything." Stella and Mark whipped round and looked to where she was pointing. Sure enough, the red LED light was blinking steadily. "Oh, shit," Mark exclaimed. "What do you mean, 'oh shit'? You should be glad, Mark," Allison said. "If it ever came down to it, the tape would prove beyond doubt that you raped no one. Both Stella and I were quite willing participants. Nevertheless, maybe it would be best for all of us if it was destroyed, don't you think." Mark nodded. "We'll do it, all together, before we leave the studio tonight. The question is, where do we go from here?" "Oh, that's easy," Allison chuckled. "Tomorrow, Stella and I continue preparing for next week's shoot and fashion show. If you really think that I have what it takes, I become one of the models for both and, if everything works out as you forecast, I'll tell mummy that I really want to use modelling as a springboard to being a photographer... and that I want you to be my personal manager, with Stella as my personal stylist." "My god, girl. You've got it all worked out, haven't you?" Allison's face fell. "What's the matter. Aren't you pleased?" "Pleased?" Mark said. "I'm ecstatic, of course I am, but..." "But what?" "Well... you know... you, me, Stella?" "Oh, that!" Allison chuckled. "Well, Mark, I am only fourteen you know and you were my first, so chances are, when I'm much older, say fourteen-and-a-half, I'll meet someone younger than you and fall madly in love but, until then..." She reached out and grabbed one of Mark's hands and one of Stella's hands, lifting them into the air. "...until that time, I have two experienced lovers who both excite me beyond my wildest imagination and who also care for each other very much. I would say that we are all in for a memorable summer, wouldn't you?" END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 62