Message-ID: <25409asstr$964152607@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 II, chap.9 Date: Fri, 21 Jul 2000 00:10:07 -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 Jeny's Uncle, part II, chap.9 The rest of the week Jenny got used to going to school and being an everyday fifteen-year-old. Then she would take the bus to her uncle's studio and transform into his photography assistant and all around gopher. She was careful to look her best. More and more she relied on the fancy cosmetics supply that Ted had in his dressing room. She would spend as much time in there as she could once she arrived at work. Ted would make little comments here and there to encourage her. He especially liked that she seemed eager to wear the sheer pantyhose that he had in stock for his models. Jenny liked trying on all the shoes that could fit her. On that Friday of her first official week, she had been wearing a pair of four-inch, open toed heels with a silvery pantyhose. Her skirt was the shortest she had ever worn. "You look great today, Jenny," Ted commented. "You're really getting the hang of the work here, aren't you?" "It's so great the work with you," Jenny said. "Can you work tomorrow?" Ted asked. "I know it's a Saturday and all, but the summer swimsuit season is fast approaching, and I have a number of models who need to get their portfolios added to. You'd be doing the usual gophering, but you wouldn't have to dress up. In fact you could dress down for the day because I may want you to try on some of the suits that the models bring from the latest designs." Jenny didn't have to think for a minute. "I'd love to help out tomorrow." "OK, see you early, though, say, around eight?" At first Jenny balked but then realized it would be just like getting up for school. "OK, see you then." The first thing Jenny heard as she let herself in the next morning was the whir of a blender. Ted was in his kitchen. Jenny had always been intrigued by her uncle's studio. There was the large studio area with high ceilings as you entered. To the left was a hallway where Ted lived with an office, bathroom and his bedroom. Off the studio was a kitchen and dining area that was separated by a counter. To the right were a series of rooms--one was the dressing room that Jenny had by now gotten into the habit of going to first. But there were three more rooms that she hadn't been in yet. "Hey, there you are, right on time!" Ted greeted her. "I'm making you one of my famous fruit shakes to give you plenty of energy for the day." "Thanks, Uncle Ted, " Jenny took the frothy drink and tasted it. "Yum, you can make me one anytime!" It tasted like strawberries and lime. She gulped it down as fast as she could since she hadn't eaten breakfast. Ted took her hands and looked at her nails. "I'd like you to wear a frosty silver polish today on your fingers and toes. You can finish your drink while you get ready." Jenny went to the dressing room and got her nails ready for the new polish. "Remind me to give you some clothes that should fit you perfectly, now that we have your measurements. I wanted to get your bust size corrected." Two weeks ago Jenny might have been embarrassed by what Ted was saying. Now she realized he was just being a professional. He paid a lot of attention to detail. That was the mark of a good photographer. And one with fashion sense. Jenny was learning so much. Putting on her nail polish relaxed Jenny a lot. She took great care to do it perfectly. She added a shiny overcoat to protect the look. Ted inspected her work when she came out. "Very good, Jenny. By the way I think it's time you started calling me Ted. Lose the 'uncle' stuff. It's better in front of the customers." Jenny grinned. "OK, Ted!" "Now, let's get to work! Remember yesterday when I said I might want you to try on a few of the new designs? Here they are. I got some messengered to me last night. I'd like to get some pretests done before the models come." When Jenny went in to try on the first swimsuit, she realized these would be the most revealing things she would have worn in front of 'Ted'. That thought hardly stayed with her though. She was feeling so happy and relaxed. She felt a little buzz in the pit of her stomach. As she got out of her clothes, she couldn't help feel a little excited. She brushed her nipples just a little as she picked up the first suit. It was a purple bikini outlined with white ribbing. When she pulled up the bottoms, her heart skipped a beat. Some of her pubic hair showed! What should she do? "Uh, Uncle Ted," she called out. "Now what did I just say about that?" "Well, there's a problem, Ted," Jenny answered. "Some of my private hair shows." "Oh, sorry, I didn't think about that," Ted answered. "Just a minute." He went back to his office. He knocked gently on the dressing room door and passed in a jar of cream. "This is different from the leg hair removing cream that I gave you. It's much more potent; you should only apply it and then wipe it right off. Keep it away from your most sensitive areas. But it certainly works well. And the hair doesn't grow back essentially. Use it as close as you can to your...well, you know, your sensitive spot." Both Jenny and Ted were glad they did not have to look at each other. Jenny took the jar and did as she was told. Here was another mystery of modeling that Jenny was learning! Jenny was amazed at how the cream worked. In just a few minutes of careful application, she now had almost a bare pussy. It made her feel very exposed. She was also a little excited by it. And when she put on the bikini now she felt so grown up. Ted had turned on some music as Jenny stepped out of the dressing room. He plugged in on some of the lights and asked her to go under them. Then he turned his critical eye on Jenny. "You've been using the leg cream, I see?" "Yes, just last night," Jenny said, eager to please. "Your legs look fantastic. Nice job on your nails, I would say again. I think I'm going to need you in some heels though to get the right effect." Jenny went back in and found some. "How high?" she asked. "Oh, let's start with three inch ones," he responded. Now he had her walk around the studio, turning and moving to the music. He had her try a one piece suit that was cut high in the legs. He complimented her again on how her legs looked. "I want to spray you with some oil and water to get a shiny look," he said. Without waiting for a response, he started to cover her with the oil spray. She liked the warm sensation and turned to get completely covered. As she rubbed it in, Ted said, "We may have time for one more fitting before the first model comes. You're really looking good, Jenny." She started to move again as she spread the oil down her legs. It felt good to caress herself. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the music and the heat. Ted kept taking pictures. "you know, Jenny, if there's time after the models' shoots, maybe I can shoot a little video of you." "Oh, Ted!" Jenny noticed that. "OK, one more suit. Try the white bikini this time. We'll have to oil you in your midriff before I can shoot." Jenny was really buzzing by now. She wanted to do whatever Ted needed. When she came out, Ted liberally sprayed her with more oil. "Try the four inch heels this time, would you, sweetie?" Jenny obediently went to find them. While she was in the dressing room, she slipped her hand down to her pussy to spread the oil everywhere. The bikini top, really just two triangles of white lycra, also was pulled aside. When she emerged, she seemed to float into the lights. Ted changed the lighting around now. Little did Jenny know, but the effect of the oil and the lighting made her suit translucent. Ted encouraged her to dance some more. And Jenny obliged. With her back to the camera she would sometimes bring her hands up to her breasts. They ached and tingled and she had a hard time keeping herself from squeezing them when she was facing the camera. As the music blared she kept caressing her shiny body and swaying to the beat. Her nipples were hard most of the time now, and they poked through the thin lycra easily. Ted was kicking himself for not setting up the video camera. "That's it for now," he called out during a break in the music. He wanted to be sure Jenny was ready for the models. She would have to change into her 'dress down' clothes. "Thanks, you've been so helpful. I'm sure the day will go great, now that I have these test shots. Go get changed. Then get yourself something to eat before we begin the shoots with the models." Jenny couldn't help but put some sway into her walk as she went into the dressing room. She was happy that she had done well. She was still a little breathless when she went to the kitchen. She had slipped on a short denim skirt and tee shirt. She'd kept on the four inch heels. "So where are those new duds you found?" she asked as she wolfed down some food. "You'll just have to wait 'til after work, " Ted said. He was busy with his cameras. Then he went into his office and brought out a video camera and tripod. Jenny scowled but continued eating and coming down from the photo session. She still was almost hyper, but eating seemed to calm her down a little. She squirmed as she sat on the stool. Shortly Ted came over and offered to make another fruit shake for her. "Yummy, that would be great, " Jenny replied. Soon the whir of the blender could be heard and above that was the ringing of the doorbell. "Would you get it?" Ted asked. While Jenny got the door for the first appointment, Ted stirred in some of his special powder that he had developed. Not quite as much as last time. He just wanted Jenny to remain as suggestible as she had been for the rest of the day. While the model was getting ready and Jenny drank her shake and finished her meal, Ted asked her if she couldn't start letting her fingernails grow. She'd been keeping them short for her cello playing she told him. "But you'll look so much more grown up with them longer and nicely polished, " Ted said. "Sure, that sounds neat, " Jenny said. She'd get around her cello teacher somehow. The model came out and Ted became all business with the photo shoot. Jenny was kept busy. She felt so light and breezy that she easily followed Ted's instructions. Also she felt great in the bikini and heels that she still wore. She wanted to put some makeup on now; she felt a little plain as she watched the model. But she wouldn't get a chance until quite a bit later in the day. One model left and another arrived. Jenny had to make sure the oil and water mixture was ready, kept warm and filled. She also looked after the film rolls. And anytime the phone rang she was expected to answer it and take messages. The day flew by. It was dinnertime and the last of the swimsuit models left. Ted wanted to grab a snack and do some filming of Jenny. Jenny however was famished. Ted suggested some pizza ordered in and another fruit shake to tide her over until it came. Jenny agreed readily, her mouth watering from hunger. She was soon wolfing down the shake while Ted set up the video camera. "What about some makeup for this session?" Ted asked. Jenny couldn't believe how sometimes they thought alike. Before she got to the dressing room, the pizza arrived and they both took a break to eat. "Any particular look you want?" Jenny asked with a hint of amusement. "Actually, yes," Ted said. "Try some smoky shading over your eyes, a bluish mascara, and silvery gloss to match your nails." "Anything you say, boss!" Jenny said without thinking. She was in a cloud now and looked forward to creating a look for her uncle. She was sure she could create a look with which Ted would be amazed. She soon heard some of her favorite music booming in the studio. Though she wanted to get out there, she took her time and carefully applied her makeup. There was a bottle of perfume on the table. She squeezed a little into the air, liked what she smelled and put a little on her neck. Then, as she was about to go out, she realized she didn't know what Ted wanted her to wear. "Let's start with the white bikini," Ted called out. "How does he know?" she wondered. She slipped off her skirt and tee shirt. As she looked at herself in the mirror she wondered about her hair. "I'll just brush it out, " she thought. "What's taking so long?" Ted said. "Oh, you know, " she stalled. Finally she was ready and walked out into the lights. Because of the video the lights had to be that much brighter, so Jenny couldn't really see Ted behind the camera. He became a voice mixed in with the music and the beat. "I have to spray you again," he said, and then she felt the familiar warmth of the oil and water. She automatically spread it down her legs and over her shoulders. Ted made sure that the camera was going the whole time now. The music began to play louder. Ted encouraged Jenny to dance, to move to the beat. He had made a special tape. The music emphasized the bass line and brought out the percussion. It would change rhythms for a while. It would become hypnotic. Now Ted began to give Jenny instructions behind the music as it played. "Bend down and bring your hands slowly up your legs... Linger around your thighs... Move your hands around to your behind..." Jenny was enjoying following her uncle's instructions. The music captivated her. She felt like letting herself go. "Now bring your hands up to your breasts. Cup them. Use your fingers to rub your nipples." Jenny couldn't help but sway her thighs as the music moved her and she caressed her breasts. Just as she really began to stimulate herself, Ted said, "OK, that's great Jenny, now one more outfit, please." Jenny woke out of her euphoria. She was dizzy. "I have one more outfit for you to try on. It's right here, " Ted handed her a shiny black outfit. She obediently went into the dressing room and tried putting it on. It was mostly straps made of patent leather. Once she figured out how to put it on she was glad she had gotten rid of most of her hair in her 'privates' part. It was kind of small. As she stretched it over her ultra-sensitive breasts, she felt how much it tugged at her pussy. Any movement and she felt it go straight there. She emerged still in a daze from the day's work (and her uncle's shakes). Ted immediately had her move to the music and placed her in the lights. She was so light headed now that when he asked her to bend and move, she didn't hesitate. It was like she was in his command. Then he cranked the music up even more and she started moving her hands all over her enjoying the sensations. The camera recorded it all. When Ted asked her to linger over her nipples, she obliged. Then he asked to squeeze them through the patent leather. As she did so, she stuck her ass out and pursed her lips. Then he asked her to slip her fingers under the suit and squeeze her nipples again. As she was getting into that, he suddenly called out, "OK, Jenny! That was great. You can wrap it up!" It took a while for Jenny to realize what she'd been doing. The music faded and she went into the dressing room to change. Her head was spinning but she was still excited at how the day went. She figured she'd done well for her employer. "You want to go antiquing tomorrow?" Jenny heard as she caught her breath. "I need to find some props for the studio. You and your mom could help me out actually. " "I'll ask her when I get home," Jenny called back. "Tell you what. You need a shower. Why don't you get cleaned up, I'll call your mom and see if it's OK and a cab will be waiting for you when you emerge." Ted thought a shower would calm her down for her return home. "Gee, that sounds great!" Jenny exclaimed. The arrangements were made and when Jenny got home she was so tired from the day's excitement that she didn't return a call from Reina but went straight to bed and slept through the night. *********************************** 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+