Message-ID: <25023asstr$963022241@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: "jenny rosario" X-Original-Message-ID: Mime-Version: 1.0 X-Sent-Mail: off Reply-To: jrose@chickmail.com Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Language: en Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Subject: {ASSM} Jenny's Uncle, part I chap 2 Date: Fri, 7 Jul 2000 22:10:41 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: assm-admin When Jenny got home that night, she called her best friend and talked for hours about the day's experience. She was still buzzing when, after midnight, she finally fell asleep. It was so hard for her to get up the next morning, and she was so lucky that she didn't have to be at her uncle's until noon. It was twenty minutes to noon when she opened her eyes. She jumped out of bed, threw on some clothes, and ran for the bus. At 12:30 she rang Ted's door afraid of what he would say for being so late. Instead he ushered in, wondered how her night had been, and asked why she looked the way she did. "Go into the dressing room, dear, and use whatever you need to fix yourself up. I have a clientele to impress, and my assistants have to look their best. Oh, and don't forget your vitamin. I believe they are starting to give you some color!" Jenny was relieved and secretly thrilled to beable to use the makeup in the photography dressing room. She came out with subtle color over her eyes, a blush to her cheeks and a rosiness to her lips. "Wow, my model friend yesterday taught you quite a bit in there! You're a fast learner," Ted said. "Why don't you borrow a skirt and top from the wardrobe, too. Were you in a hurry today or something?" Jenny found a satin black skirt and scoop neck blouse that fit her perfectly. Her sandals didn't quite go with the outfit, but Ted didn't say anything when she came back out. "OK, let's get to work." And work they did. Today was more a catching up day of organizing and filing pictures, cleaning the wardrobe outfits for tomorrow's shoots, and setting the lights and props. They worked through lunchtime and didn't stop until almost five pm. Jenny was exhausted. "You know, there are some perks to working for a photographer, Jenny, though the hours are pure hell. Why don't you keep that skirt and blouse? You look good enough in it. And you seem too tired to do anything else. You've been such a help to me. Come tomorrow at nine so we can get ready for the first shoot. Get a good night's sleep, girl! And I have one other request. Please take this bag of makeup home for your use. Consider it a partial advance on your pay. " Then Ted pushed her out the door and into a waiting cab. Jenny didn't even check out the gift her uncle had given her until the morning, but she woke up quite early to get ready for her day at the photo shoot. She saw that it included a number of nail polishes, a shiny pinkish-purple jumped out at her, and she decided right then and there that she should go all out today. She put two coats on her toes and fingers plus a ultra shiny top coat. She chose a lipstick that matched and gave her eyes a hint of smoldering darkness. The model had shown her just how to apply her mascara. She frowned when she went to her closet. Everything was so boring. Even her nicest long skirt didn't excite her. But, what could she do? She wore it with a paisley blouse and her signature sandals. Giving a sigh she left her mom a note and swept out the door to catch the bus. As she rang the door, Jenny could hear some loud music coming from inside. When her uncle answered she could hardly hear him greet her. But he seemed to be waving her in and motioned her to get to work. At the break in the music he asked if she'd taken her vitamin, which she hadn't, and then he said there was another pill she should take today as a special boost. It was going to be a special session with several models, and Jenny would be kept very busy attending to their needs as well as to his. She drank down the big glass of water he had put beside the vitamins. Then he seemed to look at her for the first time. "Jenny, you look different today." "Oh, thank you for the makeup," she said, "I tried some of it for today since I knew this was a big day." "You look fantastic!" Ted exclaimed as he started circling around her. "I have an idea. Why don't you help me with the lights today by standing in as one of the models? I could get that much more prepared, and you would be the perfect stand-in. Go get one of the models' outfits on. I'm sure one of them will fit you. I'll get the lights ready for focussing." Before Jenny could object, Ted was gone. "Oh and put on some makeup, too. I need to test the color of the lights as well." Jenny heard the music go back on, a nice driving beat, and she thought to herself how she might like this busy day after all. She went into the dressing room and decided on a copper silk dress that went to just above her knees. She added some reds and browns to her makeup, touched up her lips and came out to a driving guitar solo. Ted glanced at her, then looked at her hard and went into the dressing room. He came out with a pair of high heels that perfectly complimented the dress she had chosen. When she slipped out of her sandals and into those heels, the transformation was complete. Ted led her over to the full-length mirror. She felt so excited when she saw herself. She was starting to feel all warm and tingly and the music was getting to her. "Go in front of the lights now, Jenny, you look great!" "What should I do ?" she asked as she stood in the glare. "Just let the music take over. Don't worry about me. I'll just be adjusting the lights and taking some test shots. Just try to relax. You look great when you relax." The lights and the makeup and the dress and shoes were all so new and exciting. Jenny just let the music move her, slowly, at first. Ted took a few pictures for tests, then he changed the music and the lights so it wasn't so loud and they weren't so bright. Jenny had her eyes closed and was swaying to the bluesy sounds. She began to bring her hands to her breasts when the door rang and Ted said their first appointment was there. Jenny started, then headed for the dressing room when Ted stopped her. "You can keep what you're wearing on, Jenny. You look fine for today's work , in fact you look fantastic. I'll find another outfit for the model. Wasn't I saying yesterday that we've got a clientele to impress?" Jenny blushed but inside was really pleased she could stay dressed up. She stayed in her heels for half the day before she pleaded with Ted to let her wear her sandals. Her feet were killing her! Ted just laughed and said she'd have to get used to them someday. But he took pity realizing they still had a large part of the day's work ahead of them. It was almost eight o'clock when the last model left the studio. "Are you ready to call it a day?" Ted asked. Jenny actually didn't feel tired at all and asked if they could go out for some dinner. She wanted to prove to Uncle Ted that she could keep up with him. Besides she was famished. He said OK, but he wanted to freshen up a little and take a quick shower. Jenny decided she would dress for the occasion. While Ted was showering, she went into the dressing room and chose a simple black dress and patent leather heels. A string of pearls was a perfect accessory. She redid her makeup for the evening so that when Ted came out, he couldn't believe his eyes. "Well, milady, shall we go?" And he took her arm and escorted her into the night. They had a very wonderful dinner and Ted was all the gentleman during th evening. Jenny though excited felt very well taken care of. end of chapter two *********************************** chickclick.com http://www.chickclick.com girl sites that don't fake it. http://www.chickmail.com sign up for your free email. http://www.chickshops.com boutique shopping from chickclick.com *********************************** ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ This post has been reformatted by ASSTR's Smart Text Enhancement Processor (STEP) system due to inadequate formatting. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+