Message-ID: <2174eli$9707192215@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Francis Dashwood Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (21a/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <199707200140.TAA24432@shaman.lycaeum.org> Lauren Gisal ****Warning - Disclaimer for your protection **** The following fiction portrays events that will be considered offensive by some people in that graphic scenes are described of sexual intercourse by teenagers, adults, with and without their consent. Later chapters deal with punishment. If you are offended by such material then read no further and delete this file. You will note that by way of the plot and characterisation that there is no intent to condone or encourage similar behaviour. Indeed, it is clear that the story serves as a warning. The author hereby permits the redistribution of the attached material on the understanding that it is not for financial gain and it is credited to the author, Francis Dashwood. Chapter 21a Thursday 13th August Nikki and Lauren discussed the idea of Lauren returning to Marlene's for another session of photos. Nikki said she thought it sounded like fun, especially since Lauren had clearly enjoyed herself so much. She was also happy to go along with the story of Lauren staying at her house for the night - something that was not uncommon and therefore was unlikely to be discovered. Both girls knew that sometime Lauren would have to do the same for her, and that's what friends were for. Jim had called her earlier in the week to confirm that he had talked to Marlene and she would be able to offer Lauren some work, although nothing very exciting. She had also said `yes' to allowing them both to stay the night and so the plan swung into action with Lauren filling a small overnight bag with her pyjamas, an old dressing gown with Cookie Monster on the pockets that her mother insisted she pack, and other non-essential items. With her toothbrush, flannel and little bits of makeup packed into a wash bag, she snapped the locks shut and bounced out of her room. Since she only been awake for about an hour, this in itself was almost a record for a non-school day. There had been little choice on what to wear, either her yellow dress (no, because she wore that the last time she saw Jim) or a semi-traditional white cotton dress with embroidered flowers around the puffed sleeves and hem (that'll keep mum happy as well). The saving grace about the white dress was that she had been given it one summer when she was about ten, and since it would hardly go out of fashion, the great benefit was that as she grew older, and taller, so the dress grew shorter. She had agonised over her wardrobe the previous night, realising that almost all her clothes were for little girls, rather than a young teenager. She wished she had the money to change many of them, but knew that just with most of her schoolfriends, they had to exist on their weekly pocketmoney. A few of her contemporaries had been lucky enough to get Saturday jobs (such as that fat girl Claudette who worked in her father's shop) but even then it was usually only during the tourist season. However, she did determine to think hard in the future about the clothes she bought, rather than keep buying the same cheap old things whenever she had a few francs to spare. White underwear and the famous sandals completed the look, and it would just have to do. At precisely eleven o'clock, she waved good-bye to her mother and walked in the direction of Nikki's house. However, three minutes later, she arrived at the bus stop further down the road, jumped aboard when the bus arrived thirty seconds later and took a seat on the opposite side to her house. As the bus moved off, she crouched down, pretending to open her luggage, just to make sure that nobody could see her from the street. She sat back up once she knew she was approaching the industrial area, mighty pleased with herself and ready to alight at the station. Lauren waited less than five minutes for Jim. He sauntered around the corner of the station clutching a dreadful old brown grip that looked like it had also seen time in India. "Where did you get that thing?" she asked. "My mum made me bring it" he said, clearly embarrassed. They kissed each other self-consciously, feeling eyes watching them as they made their way to the ticket office and then on to the platform. They had almost twenty minutes to wait and so they caught up with each others news, while avoiding the obvious topic of the arrangements for the night. The journey was uneventful, and Marlene was at the station to give them a lift back to the house. As Lauren climbed the stairs from the garage, she looked around to find that nothing seemed to have changed. The door to the reception area was open, and she waved to Simone sitting behind the desk, talking to someone on the phone. Simone smiled back warmly, waving at her to come in and sit down. Marlene shut the backdoor and joined them, waiting for Simone to finish on the phone before talking. "Well, hello again! said Simone, rising from her chair to walk round the desk. She sat down on the edge cross-legged, facing the two children. She looked just as beautiful as before with her long dark hair shining naturally as it hung over her shoulders and down her back. Her tight-fitting white polo-necked sweater and short black skirt and stockings, black heels and a black belt that pulled her waist in accentuated her figure and gave incredible shape to her medium sized breasts and hips. "That set of photos that you did last time, they've really grown on me. You turned out to be very relaxed and capable. Well done!" she smiled. Lauren blushed noticeably, looking at her knees and then across to Jim and Marlene. "It was fun, I really enjoyed it. Do you have some more for today?" "Sure, I took a look at the run list, you can do sweaters or knickers. Nothing famous though. Then we've got some bras and blouses - matching would you believe!" said Marlene happily. "Do you want my advice?" asked Simone. "Sure" said Lauren "I think you'll find it's too hot to do the sweaters, even with the air conditioning in the studio. They're for the winter catalogue and we don't have to have that finished for another month. "OK, let's do the others then" said Lauren, keen to get the session underway. "I'll stay here again" said Jim with mock boredom. "Tell you what, let's have a quick look at your last session and make sure we realise what went right and what went wrong" said Marlene, pulling an album across the coffee table. She opened it at the front page, and Lauren was delighted to see that there was a full sized portrait of her, enlarged from the last time, stuck right on the inside of the cover. Lauren thought she looked great, so clear and fresh. She thought her mother would love the photo but was quite sure that it would be impossible to explain where it had been taken. They leafed through the album, pointing at deficiencies in both the camerawork and the modeling. Lauren saw once again the shots of her knickers, and true to form, Marlene discussed them in a purely technical manner. Lauren could remember every last word that Marlene had used to describe the knickers and her vagina, and was impressed to hear them all over again, plus a few additional details about the colour of her skin and the shape that the tight knickers suggested as they hugged her pussy lips. Lauren thought about Jim but dared not look at him. She remember the thick cock pushing against her entrance as they lay on the studio floor, and also his hardness as he rested against her on the mountain. She was convinced that if she had touched him then she would have found his cock hard and ready. Simone gave her the stock numbers of the knickers and disappeared into the technical room. The light above the door once again stated `No Entry'. Lauren went through the studio and into the storeroom, leaving Jim to sit and read women's magazines. She was quite sure that within two minutes he would be looking through the pictures of her. She certainly hoped so. She located the boxes quickly, pulling out all the different styles in her size. Luckily they had already been bunched together because there were over twenty pairs which were going to take some time to photograph. Marlene knocked on the door as she pulled the white dress off over her head. "Can I come in?" "Sure" "Simone will do your hair and makeup - you'll need it for the blouses and bras. Why not put the first pair of knickers on and come and sit out here by the makeup table. Oh, and wear them in the order you find them, otherwise everyone gets confused. Use any old blouse on top that you want." "OK, be out in a minute" Lauren pulled her own knickers off, inspecting the gusset for any tell- tale signs of happiness, and pulled on one of the samples. She grabbed a pretty white blouse that was conveniently hanging on one of the racks and slipped it on, fastening a couple of the buttons at the front. Simone had been right - even with the air conditioning it was warm in the studio. She walked across the floor to the small stool and sat down, looking in the mirror at her face and hair. As if by magic, Simone stood behind her, placing her hands on her shoulders and gathering her hair together. "Your hair is getting dry in the summer heat, you're going to have to look after it a bit. I'll wash it for you tonight and show you what you can do." said Simone, massaging Lauren's forehead and pulling her hair back over her crown. "That would be nice, are you staying here as well tonight" "Sure, I often do." She paused, taking a brush to Lauren's brown wavy hair and gently working at the tangles. "You know, I'm glad you're seeing Jim. He's a nice boy." She paused again to continue her brushing. "I had a boyfriend at your age. He was very special to me as well." "How long did you go out with him for?" "Oh, about two years." She brushed slowly, running from the top of her head and down the side to her shoulders. The motion caused Lauren to lean back and rest her head against Simone. "We used to make love at every opportunity we could, just like you and Jim. Just like millions of others the world over. I used to think it was so dreamy." "What happened?" "Oh, we just drifted apart. Nothing definite, just stopped seeing each other as regularly, and then that was it. But he encouraged me to go in for modeling, and I'm so grateful that he did." "Do you still do any?" "Oh yes, now and again" Simone paused, brushing continually. "Perhaps we could do some together. Actually, we could do some together after you've seen my portfolio. That might give you some ideas about what you would like to do." "I'd really like that" said Lauren, pleased that Simone felt she could trust her enough to talk to her about her boyfriends and past loves. "OK, it's a deal. After you've done this knicker stuff, then we'll take a break and I'll show you the pictures." She crouched down behind Lauren and looked at her in the mirror. "Guaranteed to make Jim randy as hell, though. Can you handle him?" she giggled. "Yeah, he'll just have to wait `til tonight!" "Let's do it then!" enthused Simone, standing back up and selecting eye shadow and a little lip gloss. She made her up carefully, looking very closely at what she was doing as she bent over Lauren, taking care not to block the light on her face. "There you go, that should do. We might touch you up a bit later if you get hot under the lights. I'll go and tell Marlene that we're ready." Lauren wandered over to the stool, and saw the armchair over in the far corner of the white studio floor. Her mind started to run through her love-making with Jim until she realised that to continue might result in another damp patch in her knickers which would be naughty. Her imagination took hold of her thoughts, leading her astray by suggesting that the only time she could do that would be for sexy photos, like Jane in the video film. The thought produced a surge of excitement within her as the idea took hold, until she shook her head to try and bring herself back to reality. However, the germ of the idea had been implanted and was not going to be killed off lightly. "OK!" bellowed Marlene, striding into the studio, "Is that the first pair?" "Yes, the label says HG020" "Thanks. Now, I want you to stand on the yellow spot each time. I'll take two pictures of each. First straight on, the second with you turning a little to either your left or right. Doesn't matter which way. Hands on head!" Marlene looked into the viewfinder of her camera and focused on Lauren's knickers. She then stood up, holding the cable release and smiled at Lauren. "Here we go." There was a flash, and Lauren turned to her right. A second flash. Lauren squinted in the bright lights, remembering the difficulty she had last time in seeing the camera. "Very good. Should be HG021 next, then 22, 23 and so on. This time, can you just tie up the blouse in a knot so that it's well above the waistline. Thanks." Lauren went back into the clothes room and slipped of the first pair, leaving them fairly tidily on the floor. The second pair fitted just as well, and Lauren walked quickly out to find the yellow spot. Marlene took both pictures. "Just a thought, why not bring the whole pile out here. I won't look, promise!" said Marlene. Lauren scooted back into the clothes room and picked up the pile, taking off the previous pair and leaving them on the floor again. Naked from the waist down, she returned to the studio, dumping the knickers unceremoniously on the floor. Engrossed in her work, Lauren squatted in front of the lights and looked through the pile for HG022, finding them towards the bottom of the pile. Annoyed that they weren't in order, she stood and pulled them over her legs and up to her waist, making faces as though they were too tight. She brushed her wavy brown hair away from her shoulders in mock annoyance and faced the camera. After a couple more samples, Lauren pulled off pair HG024 and sat down on the studio floor. "I'm going to sort these into order or we'll be here all night!" "OK, no hurry" replied Marlene from somewhere beyond. Lauren immersed herself in the task of sorting them into numerical order, oblivious to her surroundings. She initially sat so that her bottom rested on her feet, but as she moved around, sorting them out, she crawled around the floor in all directions, realising after a couple of minutes that her sorting scheme was not working well. "Here, let me help" said Marlene, walking towards her. She sat down as well, not looking at all at Lauren, just concentrating on doing the job. When it was almost finished, she returned to her position and Lauren pulled on pair twenty-five, sighing out loud and jumping happily onto the yellow spot. They continued, Lauren gaining confidence as the session began to get it's own rhythm. After another fifteen minutes they had finished, and Lauren scampered back into the clothes room to pull on her own knickers and group together the samples. She grabbed a short skirt off the rack and pulled it on. As she returned to the studio, Simone came into the room. "Hey, looks like I'm just in time. Want to see my portfolio then?" "What about Jim?" asked Marlene "He's seen a naked girl before I think, and Lauren can look after him later!" said Simone, giggling as she looked at Lauren, who giggled too at their grown-up conversation. "OK then, let's take a look" said Marlene, leading the way out to the reception area. Jim was waiting there, clearly pleased to see Lauren again and anxious for her to sit next to him as he moved cushions around the sofa. Simone walked across to the filing cabinet and pulled out a photo album, fifty centimeters square. She laid it on the table and sat with the children next to Jim. Lauren glanced up as she heard a clink to see Marlene bringing a bottle of champagne and four glasses across from inside the filing cabinet. "Time to celebrate!" she announced. "What's it for?" asked Lauren. "We're celebrating that you two are here! And today you can drink as much as you want, you don't have to go home tonight, eh?" said Simone. "That's really nice of you, we're very grateful!" said Jim, taking the glass offered to him. Lauren looked at the champagne and told herself that she would only have a little this time. They clinked glasses and settled down to look at the album. "This is more like a history book." said Simone. "The only person who has ever taken stills of me is Marlene, and she started when I was about eleven. So here we go!" Simone turned back the cover to display two portraits of herself, both taken outdoors. "Most of these were taken before I did any film work" "You're so pretty there!" exclaimed Lauren. Jim opened his mouth to speak but said nothing. Simone turned the page to show some studio shots, four to each page, with Simone dressed in a skirt and blouse with white tights or stockings on her legs and shoes that seemed to glitter in the lights. "That's me in my party dress, the first time ever that I had worn stockings with a suspender belt. That day I did a load of catalogue stuff. Sweaters and tracksuits I think. Goddamn boring, so Marlene let me dress up." Marlene smiled contentedly at her young model and made comment about how difficult it was on some days to get her to do decent poses. Lauren was spell-bound by the pictures and thought to herself that it was interesting how fate had conspired to give them similar experiences. The page turned, showing Simone in a selection of nighties. Clearly, that was the only thing she was wearing as it was easy to see her nipples and the dark triangle of hair through the delicate fabric. "Do you do any films now?" asked Lauren. "No, I stopped a few years ago. I wanted to do sort of sexy horror stuff but there aren't very many directors who are into that sort of thing. The last one I did went wrong because the director didn't understand what the story required. We were filming and he just stopped it because he got scared, I think. Weird man, he was." "This was really effective" said Marlene, pointing at a shot of Simone taken from the side in a white nightie, bent backwards over a small padded footstool, her hands trailing behind her with her feet on the ground. The mound of her vagina and the suggestion of her breasts gave the picture a highly erotic feel without being overtly sexual. Lauren turned the page, sneaking a look at Jim. She put her left hand on his thigh. There were only two pictures on the next page, full sized of Simone in a similar pose over the low stool, but naked. She turned the book round to orientate it properly, noticing the tuft of pubic hair and the nipples showing clearly in the profile. Lauren slurped at her drink noisily. "That's ... great" said Jim. Lauren and Simone looked at him as if to encourage him to expand on his comment. "I mean, it's beautiful, the line from your feet all the way to your hands down here." Lauren smiled, nodding in agreement as she squeezed his leg. "Think I should do that?" asked Lauren. "Er, I'm not sure. Do you want to?" he asked. "Maybe. We'll see!" "There's no hurry. You do what you want." said Marlene. The next few pages showed Simone in evening dress, swim suits and sports clothes, gradually growing older as the pages turned. Lauren thought she would have been about sixteen in her tennis outfit, showing her well developed legs, a hint of frilly knickers and very evident nipples underneath her blouse. Her hair was shorter in the pictures, making her look a lot younger. Jim turned the page and drew breath quickly. The next two pictures showed Simone back in the studio, sitting on the white chair that he knew so well, naked with her legs pulled right up to her face so that the shape of her vagina was clearly obvious between her legs, without showing too much detail except a little of her pubic hair. In the second photo, Simone was peeking from behind her legs, smiling straight into the camera. Lauren had never seen such a beautiful girl naked, and looked at the perfect shape of her legs, the way her arms curled around them and the cheeky grin on her face as she smiled. Her hair fell straight from her head, framing her cheeks and adding contrast against her faultless skin. "I'm going to start printing the pictures we took this afternoon, you three can carry on. Just shout if you need me!" said Marlene, entering the darkroom. End of Chapter 21a -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /