Chapter 11

The Sunday was a relaxed, domestic day. Lots of unpacking and cleaning of clothes before repacking in preparation for the coming week. But it was utterly normal. The Footman did a nice Sunday lunch and the three of them enjoyed roast beef with all the trimmings and a couple of drinks. Late afternoon they headed to Hyde Park for a change. The Park was busy but the three of them were no different than thousands of other people, tourists and locals alike, enjoying the summer sunshine. It was a wonderful way to just recharge and take advantage of the Park within walking distance of the house. It was a night of gentle lovemaking, lots of cuddles and caresses.

When Andrew had explained Ursula’s next photoshoot and trip to Suzanne and Ara they had considered not accompanying him. Neither of them had a burning desire to spend four or five days in the area where five western European countries intersect. But knowing that Andrew was going to be away for the following five weeks meant there was no doubt they would be there. And that was before the weekend with Maggie and Tony. Now they were both very keen to be part of the trip. What it did bring into stark relief was their dealings with Ursula and Gunther, and the real life couple of Elspeth and Donnie Robertson. They knew that Andrew would be telling his girlfriend about the shoots with Elspeth/Ursula but that was about all. They didn’t know anything about Andrew’s wealth, the house in Mayfair, and most pertinently, that it was two women not one. After much discussion during their holiday in France the three of them had decided that they would let Elspeth and Donnie decide. What she was doing, how she was posing, was incredibly personal. Yes, she knew it was published in magazines and that excited her, but she also didn’t want all the problems of being known, being judged. Suzanne and Ara would travel separately to Andrew and wait at the hotel in Cologne. They hoped that they would be introduced to Elspeth and Donnie but they weren’t going to force it. In fact, Andrew was still calling them Ursula and Gunther, he hadn’t even shared their real names.

So on the morning of Monday July 27^th, 1987 they headed out to Heathrow for the short flight to Cologne. Elspeth and Donnie were flying down on the first shuttle from Edinburgh and would meet Andrew at the gate for the Cologne flight. Andrew had been surprised that there were so many flights to Cologne until he realised that it was the closest airport to the West German capital of Bonn. Ara and Suzanne travelled on their own, not acknowledging Andrew until he had a chance to chat to Elspeth and Donnie. As it turned out they were seated not that far away from them in the Economy section. They had taken great delight in giving Andrew shit for sitting up on his own in Business Class. All his protestations about legroom had been ignored and left him shaking his head as they smirked away. When they got to Cologne they cabbed into the city to their hotel while Andrew waited with Elspeth and Donnie to get the hire car.

The Mercedes 280 estate car seemed cavernous but there was a lot of luggage, and Ara and Suzanne had taken their own luggage with them. In addition to his camera bag and small personal backpack Andrew had a large Samsonite suitcase with lights and stands. They had booked several studios in various cities but he was hoping to capture some additional shots. They got to their city centre hotel without any problems and agreed to meet for lunch in 20 minutes. Andrew took his cases up to his room and spent a few minutes with Suzanne and Ara before heading down for the conversation with Elspeth and Donnie.

“Before we talk about this week there is something that you need to know.”

Almost before he had started Andrew stopped and sighed. This never got any easier.

“We all knew that if I met someone then I would have to tell her about the modelling sessions, not only with you but with Maggie as well. So that situation has arrived.”

Elspeth started to congratulate Andrew but he held his hand up. Taking a deep breath he pushed on.

“The complication is that there is not one woman but two. The three of us are going to live together and make it work.”

However their situation was phrased it still seemed very awkward and clunky. Elspeth and Donnie looked at each other.

“So you have two girlfriends not one?”

Andrew could see Donnie’s mouth was twitching as he tried to stop smirking. He nodded in response. Elspeth was more practical and cut to the chase.

“If you are happy Andrew then I am pleased. Without making it all about me, what about Ursula?”

It was interesting that Elspeth talked about her like she was a different person.

“That you are here is a good sign. What else?”

“They are here this week. They were on the plane this morning with us. They are up in the room while we have this chat. They would like to meet you, the people behind the models, but also know that it is a very personal thing you are doing, the way you are posing. That is why I am talking to you both now. If you want to keep this between just the three of us then that is fine. They would understand. But they also are fascinated by your decision and would love to sit and chat with you about it, talk to you about what it feels like, help you select clothes if you want.”

Andrew shrugged. Donnie looked stunned but Elspeth’s face was impassive.

“Do you they want to be at the shoots?”

“No definitely not. Right now they don’t even know your names. You are Ursula and Gunther. They would like to meet Elspeth and Donnie, chat to you in the car, help with the preparation and then interrogate all three of us afterwards as to how the shoot went.”

Elspeth was still not giving anything away.

“What do they think of me for doing this?”

Ah, judgement. The biggest elephant in the room.

“Like I said they are fascinated. I think if I had to use one word then they think you are brave. Braver than them, braver than Maggie. They aren’t going to judge. We are hardly in a place to cast judgement, are we?”

Looking back, if Andrew had only one girlfriend then it might have been a harder sell. But Andrew had confessed to his own arrangement first.

“What do you think love?”

Elspeth quizzed her husband. Donnie’s reply surprised both her and Andrew.

“I have heard you talk about how you wished there was someone that you could talk to about your modelling. Can you think of anyone safer than two women with Andrew? Is he going to do anything to upset you?”

Elspeth leaned over and kissed her husband.

“That is the right answer. Of course he wouldn’t.”

She turned back to Andrew.

“Why don’t you call up to the room and ask them to join us for lunch.”

When Ara and Suzanne came over to the table everyone was nervous. It was an odd circumstance to be meeting two other people for the first time, not just for them but for Elspeth and Donnie as well. As usual Suzanne’s innate ability to get people to relax was a godsend. They tried not to overwhelm Donnie and Elspeth so Ara’s background was not mentioned nor was the fact they lived in Mayfair. Elspeth asked more questions than either Suzanne or Ara, although she seemed to be under the impression it was Andrew and his harem. Ara leaned over and kissed Suzanne. It was a long kiss but it stopped the questions.

“This isn’t Andrew and his two wives. We are three, and the fact that Suzanne and I like women as well as men is why we are a three.”

Elspeth and Donnie looked stunned. A picture is worth a thousand words, in this case a kiss saved a thousand words.

“Wow. I don’t think I have ever seen a woman kiss another woman like that. Wow.”

Donnie had put into words what Elspeth was thinking. But then she visibly relaxed in front of them.

“I get it now. Sorry for the questions before. It was clear in the way Andrew described how you were going to live your lives, I just didn’t join all the dots in my head.”

Suddenly she was all business.

“There will be lots of times to chat over the course of the week but I get the sense from Andrew that he has an ambitious shooting schedule. Why don’t you explain the week for us?”

Andrew pulled out his map of the area. While it was a map of the western border of West Germany it also had parts of The Netherlands, Belgium and France, together with the whole of Luxembourg.

“I am probably being far too ambitious but the plan is get shots of Ursula in Cologne and Aachen in West Germany, Maastricht in Holland, Liege in Belgium, Metz down in France and then in Luxembourg City. Six cities, five countries, five days.”

Andrew had traced the circular route on the map as he had talked. He managed to stun everyone into silence. Elspeth was the first to find her voice.

“Why?”

“Lots of reasons. The main one is it anchors you firmly in this area. This is going to be a very busy week for you, with numerous changes of clothes. All of which you are going to keep. I want to get at least three rolls of film of you in each city. And in each roll of film you will be dressed differently. So that is the most important part. You are Ursula living at the very edge of West Germany and able to pop over or down to any one of half a dozen cities. As we go through each of these cities it will let us shop. Not just for additional clothes for you but also for knickknacks, all the little things that you use to dress a set. You know that, it is those little details that add to the illusion. And by having an insane four or five days we don’t need to go through all this for several years. This will be the base of countless different shoots. You will have 18 dresses or tops or whatever to strip out of at the start of a shoot, and we have the shots of you wearing that same dress in front on Cologne Cathedral or Aachen Cathedral or any of the other recognisable landmarks in the various cities. You will have been here, photographed here. There will be no doubt. And if there is no doubt about the location then it leads to there being no doubt about the person. Ursula Schmidt and her lucky husband Gunther live in Aachen, she is the Aachen Rose.”

Elspeth leaned over and kissed Andrew gently on the cheek.

“I don’t know why I asked, I should have known there was a plan. What about studio shoots?”

“I spoke to Tony when I started to think about this. There is a studio booked from 8.00 until 10.00 each of the next three nights. Here in Cologne tonight; in Maastricht tomorrow night; and in Metz on Wednesday night. Thursday in Luxembourg it is from 11.00 until 1.00 before we head back here to fly home.”

None of the proposed schedule would have been possible without Tony, and his assistants. Andrew had spent an hour with Tony when he and Maggie were down in London and they had identified the cities, and the landmarks in those cities. The hotels were all close to the landmarks and Tony had been able to find, and book, the studios. There was a plan.

“Here is the plan for today. We are going to split up. Suzanne, you are going to go with Elspeth and get at least three changes of clothing. Everything should be at least one size too small. I want Ursula’s figure to be emphasised, highlighted. Try and find tops that you can wear comfortably without a bra. I want you to be jiggly the whole week.”

Everyone giggled.

“Nip up to your room and remove all your underwear, you won’t need any except in the studio. This will be a rush, I want you back within three hours. No later than 4.00. Off you go.”

Suzanne kissed him and Ara, Elspeth kissed Donnie and they were off.

“Gunther, I want you to get a cab out to Cologne’s football stadium. There is a club shop there. Buy a jersey for Ursula, you know to make sure that it is tight. If they have a West Germany strip then get one of those as well. I would also like you to get a football scarf, or scarves as well. Ursula holding something like that across her front can act as a visual bra, and again it reinforces the idea that she is from here. Back here in an hour. Okay?”

With a nod he was off.

“We are going to a toy store. Come on.”

Ara followed Andrew to the front desk, where they asked the directions to a toy store and then jumped in a cab. She squeezed his hand.

“There is something about you when you get all commanding like that. It shoots right through me. I was sitting there and it reminded me of our bedroom. You have this attitude that everyone is going to do what you say without question. I was halfway to the front desk before I realised I was walking. I know I am biased but I think you will be a very good Officer in the Territorial Army. Plus, let’s face it, you are a freakishly organised son of a gun, aren’t you?”

Andrew leaned over and kissed Ara for a long time.

“Thank you. It is the work and effort that will go into the payoff. You will help Ursula get ready for her shoot, but she is not only seeing the effort today, or even this week. It is the preparation for years of shoots. By the time we get to the studio she will be ready to rip her clothes off. It is all the little things. Even something as simple as shopping without underwear. Every time she tries on something in the store she will be reminded that she is naked. Everything will be able to be tested for jiggle. That is before she sets foot outside.”

“What are we going shopping for?”

Andrew smiled.

“A skateboard and a Space Hopper, or the German equivalent.”

Ara thought for half a second and then broke into a huge smile.

“Bloody hell Andrew. Ursula on a Space Hopper will be epic.”

He nodded. What Ara didn’t know yet, and he wasn’t going to spoil her and Suzanne’s surprise, was that he had brought the video camera and Gunther was going to be filming Ursula, bouncing around.

“Are you going to get her to skateboard?”

“No. It is completely different. I don’t know if I ever told you but I worked for two summers for a removal company. In fact it was the second summer with them that my cancer flared up. They used what they called ‘dollies’, nothing more than a flat wooden square with four little wheels on the corner. It helped on the larger loads. I think they were home-made, I have no idea where you buy them. So the skateboard is my approximation of the next best thing.”

“Okaaay, but for what?”

Andrew realised he had missed the punchline.

“Oh right, I should explain. I am going to pose Ursula between two, well anything. Two beds, two chairs, two something. I want her to stretch as wide as she can and she will be at least a foot or two off the floor. Then I am going to lie on my back and roll right underneath her. I want to be able to move easily as I lie there as opposed to constantly having to stop and shuffle and then reset. With the skateboard and I can just wheel back and forth, front and back.”

Ara’s eyes went wide and then she smiled.

“That is a very clever idea but I realise I don’t care about that. What I was imagining was what you are going to surprise Suze and I with. It is almost disconcerting the way your mind works, and we have seen it for both Maggie and now Ursula. I am getting all hot just thinking about what you are going to dream up for us.”

When they got to the store it took the driver loudly clearing his throat to break them apart. But the store delivered. The skateboard was very basic, narrow and plastic, but it would work. Space Hopper was clearly a British trademark as the bouncy ball was called a ‘Hoppity Hop’ when they found it. But the flying visit to the toy store succeeded. Gunther arrived back with three jerseys and two scarves. In addition to Cologne and West Germany he had found an East Germany jersey as well, although not a scarf. The East German jersey was heavily reduced to clear and he had snapped it up. The three of them immediately headed out and browsed through a whole bunch of tourist stores in the centre of the city. They bought a bunch of things branded with Cologne Cathedral, ubiquitous on the tourist kitsch that was available. Their final stop was a department store where Ara spotted a couple of items that were distinct and different. So with the purchase of a clock and some glasses they were done. But they had no sooner stepped out of the store than Andrew remembered Ursula’s admonition about the scale. So they nipped back into the store and bought a simple bathroom scale marked in kilograms.

Suzanne and Elspeth had been able to find lots of outfits and had just returned. So Elspeth and Donnie went up to their room and she got into her disguise, both the physical change but also the persona. Elspeth and Donnie were left in the room and Ursula and Gunther took their place. Ursula dressed in the first of her purchases and was ready for her first outdoor shoot. Andrew had Gunther nip back up to the room and bring down the bags. Even something as simple as bags from the stores in the city helped anchor the shots. The shoot was ridiculously easy. Gunther walked with Ursula, to calm her nerves as much as anything, but then would peel away and Andrew would shoot off a bunch of pictures in a row. There were plenty of tourists about and no one was paying particular attention to Ursula. The four shoots were easy, and as each one was shot she progressively relaxed. The first shoot was a nice form-fitting dress which definitely had the jiggle factor. The second was a lacy top and medium length skirt which highlighted and emphasised her body superbly. The third shoot was simply jeans and a top, in this case the Cologne football strip. And the final shoot involved nothing more than swapping the Cologne shirt for the East German one. There are two museums in addition to the Cathedral all grouped round the square and Ursula and Andrew were able to get lots of shots with the three buildings in the background. Two hours of shooting and an hour of changing and they had Ursula firmly rooted in West Germany. The goal had been achieved. But it had also been work rather than pleasure. Everyone had been conscious of the time and so at 7.00 they were able to relax and chill for what seemed like the first time all day. Given Elspeth was in her Ursula disguise she and Gunther ordered room service and ate in their room.

“I don’t feel like I did anything today, other than a bit of shopping yet I am tired.”

Ara nodded at Suzanne’s statement. They were talking quietly as they ate their supper in the dining room of the hotel. Andrew asked about Suzanne’s day.

“How was your time alone with.”

He paused.

“Ursula.”

Suzanne smiled at his conscious choice.

“Inevitably it was a little slow to at the start but once we were in the first store then it was painless. We browsed for a few minutes but then Ursula picked out a top and went over to try in it on. I found a couple of other things and so was sort of feeding her in the cubicle for a while. We found stuff without too much difficulty actually and we had time to sit in a little café and chat before we came back to the hotel.”

Ara beat Andrew to the punch.

“What did you talk about?”

“Mainly us to be honest. Ursula was interested in the whole two women one man dynamic. But she was most interested in the two of us. When we kissed at lunchtime I think that might have been the first time she had ever seen that. Even on the TV never mind real life. It was pretty relaxing. Neither of us were in the position to judge so there wasn’t any tension.”

It always came back to judgement.

“Ara and I were chatting while you were taking the photographs this afternoon. I agree with the comment she made to you at lunchtime. You were very decisive and commanding today. And you work at a relentless pace. It wasn’t hurried but there was no slacking about either.”

Andrew shrugged.

“I tend to be very focused when I am working. One of the ways that Hermès got so many shoots out of me was because there was no hanging around when we were working. Since I started modelling I have mimicked them. I think tomorrow will be a busy day but then the rest will not be so crazy.”

Ara smiled at him.

“We will be fine. Will Ursula cope?”

“We will just have to see. We don’t have to work at night either tomorrow or Wednesday if she is too tired.”

“Where do you get the ideas from? We have seen that famous list of shoots that you created for Maggie and now we see that you have done a lot of planning for this week with Ursula.”

“Mostly when I am exercising in the morning. Between running and then swimming I have an hour of thinking time. This week is the result of an hour in a bookshop looking at the different Lonely Planet guides for the five countries, that was to get the main landmarks, the key locations that let everyone know where it was shot. Like the Cathedral this afternoon. And the studios were nothing more than chatting to Tony. It was his assistant that had to phone around, find the four studios. Tony told me it took him more than a day, and I am not sure how he found some of the numbers. The clothes were easy, Ursula has been out at the shops a lot getting new and different clothing.”

“What about the football strips?”

“Oh that was easy. There is a woman roughly the same shape as Ursula about four rows in front of us at White Hart Lane. I saw her wearing her Spurs jersey one day and because she was a similar shape to Ursula it was easy to visualise.”

Ara and Suzanne looked at each other laughing.

“Maggie was right, it really is the everyday things that you notice.”

Their smiles turned sly.

“What about our shoots?”

Andrew laughed.

“Most of them will be secrets until the day of the shoot.”

Two pouty faces stared back at him. Andrew leaned over and kissed Ara and spoke in a stage whisper.

“I mentioned some ideas to Suzanne but she said not to tell you. It was very naughty.”

It was ridiculously simple. All three of them laughed yet Andrew knew that Ara would torment Suzanne that evening. She was looking terribly upset at the prospect! Andrew left Ara and Suzanne in their room planning the evening’s entertainment. His camera bag was stuffed to overflowing with all the different cameras and lenses but he hefted it onto his shoulder, collected Ursula and Gunther and walked with them to the small city centre studio. The owner had the lights on for them already and after collecting the fee, left them to it.

“Sit down for a second. Thank you for today, it was all a bit rushed, between telling you about Ara and Suzanne and then getting all the shopping done before the shoots. It shouldn’t be as frantic as that again, but we are trying to cram a lot in each day so it will be a hectic week. But what that means is each evening you are in charge, you can set the pace. How do you want to pose tonight?”

“Thank you for the offer but I am going to pass. You are right, today was really hectic, but it helped. I wandered round the main square in Cologne bouncing and jiggling around and I forgot to be self-conscious. You are a relentless photographer, every session that we do leaves me drained. And no, that is not a criticism, it is the exact opposite. I get caught up in the flow, in the momentum, and I am amazed at the results at the end of the session. So take charge as usual and let’s go. We are on the clock.”

Andrew had prepared the video camera earlier and so he handed it to Gunther.

“Ursula, you are not only going to be photographed tonight but filmed as well.”

Gunther nearly dropped the camera he looked so excited and Ursula just stripped completely naked. Other than her engagement and wedding rings she was completely naked. Andrew had given Gunther no instructions on the camera, he left him to figure it out himself. Other than to remind Ursula to keep looking at him Andrew let her cavort about on the bed. As always there was nothing coy about Ursula’s posing.

“Have you been practising your cavorting?”

All three of them laughed at the question.

“Well Gunther does like to cavort!”

Despite laughing Andrew kept shooting. There was a sparkle to Ursula as she posed away, laughing with her husband. The new move she had been working on was nothing more than her kneeling at the end of the bed and running her hands over her body. She started on her thighs, letting her hands frame her still shaved pussy before running, pressing and squeezing her hands over her tummy and boobs. It was a very powerful pose. Whenever Andrew was rewinding and changing the film is his camera Ursula stared straight down the lens of Gunther’s video camera. Once the first three rolls had been shot then she put on a suspender belt and a pair of sheer black stockings. The one thing that Ursula had embraced as she had modelled was how her body looked. She was 13 stone, right at 180lbs or 80kgs. Her body was chubby and plump, but not fat. On her first fantasy shoot all those years earlier she had been fat, carrying more than 30 additional pounds. That weight had gone and she was steady, and happy, at 13 stone. But that weight, on a woman not even 5’6”, was carried in four main areas. The demonic areas that every woman worried about; thighs, bum, tummy and tits. But Ursula knew that her size and shape, even her weight, were what the men who bought these magazines wanted to see. So she was happy to pose for Andrew in ways that emphasised or even exacerbated her body rather than minimised it. Arching your back tightens your stomach whereas bending forward produces bulges and creases. Andrew had Ursula bending a lot. They had a two minute breather before carrying on. The next set was the best of the first sets as Ursula’s arse was high in the air. The bed on the set was much lower than normal, it was nothing more than a glorified futon. So Ursula was able to rest her forearms on the ground but still have her knees up on the bed, it wasn’t too high. This resulted in spectacular shots of her pendulous breasts, captured swaying by Gunther, her soft tummy bulging slightly, together with her solid thighs and big arse perched high and proud on the bed. It was a pose designed to expose, pun intended, the insecurities of a woman about her body and Ursula revelled in it. Andrew did the same with Ursula as he did with Maggie all those years ago on Blackford hill. Andrew was three quarters on to her, sufficiently to the side that he could capture her breast and tummy in the shot. Gunther in the meantime was right behind her, out of the shot but filming her. And the mental was starting to work on Ursula.

“Can you put the camera down for a minute please Gunther. Ursula, can you push yourself up so that you can peer under your body?”

It was her boobs that were most of the issue. Andrew couldn’t see her whole face but got about three quarters of it. The final act?”

“Gunther, help Ursula spread her legs wider so that I can get the shot.”

If anything this made the shot worse but it wasn’t the point. Andrew had Gunther bring Ursula from simmer to the boil. When Andrew had the shot Ursula flopped back onto the bed. Gunther handed her the larger of her two dildos and Ursula stared with a manic fervour down the lens of Andrew’s camera as she had a quick orgasm. It was a clear the mind orgasm because for three more rolls of film she posed in every imaginable way slowly but steadily bringing herself to another back arching climax. Afterwards, Andrew had her leave the dildo stuffed in her pussy but for Ursula just to lie back languid and relaxed. It was a great set, it looked like she had forgotten she was stuffed full of dildo.

Then it was time to be inventive. There was an ottoman in the studio, also quite low so Andrew brought it over to bedroom set. With Gunther’s help he positioned it as far from the bed as was comfortable for Ursula. Andrew put down his usual camera and loaded up his older camera. He took the skateboard, which both of them had looked at several times, and moved it into position. Both of their faces were a picture.

“Being careful, can you look back over your shoulder?”

It was tough to get Ursula’s face into the frame. Andrew crabbed forward, his feet propelling him between her legs. He popped out from between Ursula’s legs and she looked down with the perfect expression. There was a combination of surprise, sexiness, and just a hint of ‘boys and their toys’. It was a very different perspective Andrew was able to capture the sag and the sway of her breasts as she fondled them for the camera.

“The reason I am using this older camera is I want to see if I can capture you dripping onto the lens.”

Again Ursula’s expression was classic. Andrew slid back into position.

“I want you to start to squat down as much as possible, I want to see your thighs spread and tense. Let’s see if your pussy will open on its own or if you need to use your fingers.”

Andrew couldn’t tell if the groan was from Ursula or Gunther. Although her pussy pouted wonderfully as she lowered it towards Andrew’s lens it was only when she used her fingers to spread her lips that Andrew was able to capture a drop on the lens.

“This next roll is for the two of you, it won’t be published. Gunther take my place.”

He didn’t need to be asked twice. Andrew shot a quick roll of Gunther videoing his wife from the floor between her legs.