Chapter 3: Modeling at the Party

It was only a few miles to the address Wanda had given me. The house was in a neighborhood I’d never been in before, nothing TOO outrageous but still some very nice homes. I parked a few doors down to leave room for the women who would be arriving soon and knocked on the front door, ignoring the doorbell for some reason or another. A sharply dressed blonde woman who looked to be in her mid-thirties answered the door.

“Hi!” she greeted me warmly, “You must be Kelly, Wanda’s model? Come on in and get out of the cold. I’m Barbara but you can call me Barb.”

Feeling suddenly a little apprehensive, I just smiled and responded with some automatic reply. God, what was with me anyway? There was really nothing to be up-tight over. Sheesh, compared to some of the parties I’d done in the past, this should be a piece of cake! Yet for whatever reason I was feeling like a girl on her first date!

Barbara took my coat and then led me upstairs to what seemed to be the master bedroom where I found Wanda already there, laying out her wares. The bed was covered with various shapes and colors of dildos and vibrators. A clothing rack was set up with an array of lingerie hanging from it. None of it looked like much of what you see at Macy’s, that was for sure. Wanda looked up, saw it was me, and came over to give me a quick hug while Barbara quickly left to tend to her party preparations.

“Hey girl, you’re looking good tonight,” she greeted me, “Why don’t you get undressed? There’s a robe over there you can put on.”

She turned back to her things and I wasn’t sure she even heard my quiet “OK” or something to that affect. There wasn’t anything else to say or do so I quickly stripped down, laying my clothes over a chair in the corner of the room. Wanda hardly even glanced at me as I stood there naked for a moment before wrapping the robe around me. I guess you could call it a robe, that is. It was barely long enough to cover my ass and only did that if I was standing straight up. Oh well, I guess it wasn’t going to be on me too much anyway.

“Hmmm, you’re just a little taller than I had thought,” Barbara mused as her eyes evidently judged my height from how far the robe covered my butt. “I never did ask you your sizes but there shouldn’t be a problem. Most of this stuff claims to be “one size fits all” and besides, I don’t think anyone’s going to notice if they are too small or tight anyway?” she laughed.

(Mental note to Kelly - check out health club memberships, the nice lady more or less implied you were a little heavy!)

“OK, so here’s how it goes ... I’ve hung up the outfits in the order we’ll be showing them along with a picture of the toys associated with that outfit, if there is one. All you have to do it change into the outfit, bring down the toy, and model it in front of them. Remember, no table dancing or anything too overt, just work the room like you were modeling swimwear or something.”

“Ummmmm,” I hesitated, not sure how to ask the question but finally deciding just to get it out and over with, “How do you want me to model? I mean, do I leave the outfits on, take them off, open anything up, you know what I mean?”

Wanda immediately shook her head as she replied. “Oh no, nothing like that. Just leave everything in place and turn around and let them see how it looks on you. Don’t bend over or anything slutty like that. It’s just a bunch of neighbor women, not a group of horny men. The idea is to let them see what the outfit looks like on a real girl instead of some Victoria Secret model.”

Something about that last comment could have hit me wrong but I let it slide. After all, I would be the first to admit that if there was one thing I did NOT have, it was a body that would model for something like Victoria Secret. At the same time, what girl likes to hear someone TELLING her that!

“OK, that’s cool ... so what do I do with the toys? Do you want me to actually use them?” “Oh heavens no!” she gasped, shaking her head furiously, “Nothing like that at all. Don’t put anything inside your panties, not even your hand, and NOTHING goes inside of you - is that clear? I mean, you can rub yourself THROUGH the panties a bit, but don’t get carried away. Crap, the LAST thing I want is for you to start masturbating in front of them - got it?”

I guess that I knew that was what she would say that but I wanted to hear it anyway just in case. In a way, it was a little disappointing. Can you b lame me for wondering what some up-tight soccer mom with a little too much wine might do if I actually DID masturbate right in front of her?

By now I had the first outfit on. It was a simple stretch white lace and chiffon baby doll with a matching thong. Actually, it covered me a lot more than most of my swim suits did - or any other girl’s suit at the pool these days. Unfortunately, my summer tan was pretty much gone or else I think it would have looked even better on me. The top was fairly opaque and hid the color of my nipples, while allowing them to poke through. From there down, it was sheer which allowed the thong to be clearly visible. It was also more conservative than most I’d worn, covering me completely in front and even part of my ass in back. Evidently Wanda didn’t want to start with anything TOO wild, maybe to give the women time to down a few drinks and get more comfortable and relaxed.

“Looking good girl,” Wanda commented, nodding her approval. “OK ... I have to go get things set up downstairs so you can just wait up here. Someone will come get you when you’re needed.”

With that she grabbed a few things and then left, closing the bedroom door behind her. In the silence I could hear people gathering downstairs and wondered how many women there would be. I wondered what Barbara’s husband was doing tonight. There was a large portrait of them on the wall and various photos of them and their kids on the dresser and nightstand next to the bed. Indeed, they made a good-looking pair with the standard son and daughter who poked to be maybe six to eight years old. It was a pretty safe bet the kids didn’t know what mommy was doing tonight but at the same time I would have also bet that her hubby wouldn’t have minded staying home tonight!

For a brief moment a fantasy of him coming into the bedroom, not knowing I was waiting in there, came to mind but the door remained closed as I sat on the edge of bed and looked over the various toys.

Most of the toys I’d seen on the website or in the catalog. A few were even in mom’s personal collection. Dang, some of them had better have instruction books as they actually appeared quite complicated! I picked up a couple of vibrators and checked them out to see if they worked. The loud buzzing confirmed they were operational and while I was tempted briefly to give a few a try, the last thing I needed was to be in the middle of masturbating when Wanda was ready for me to model for her! My mind was distracted such that when the door to the bedroom suddenly opened, I jumped like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar. I turned to see Barbara smiling at me.

“I guess we’re ready for you dear,” she said, her eyes widening as she saw me more clearly, “My, you look really nice on that outfit.”

I grinned and shrugged my shoulders as if it was nothing and followed her down the stairs, being careful not to stumble in the process. Four-inch heels may not be that big a deal for some girls, but trying to walk down a flight of wooden stairs in them would challenge most women I think, especially when your mind is so distracted. Still, I made it down without killing myself and stepped into the living room.

“And hereeeeeeee she is!” Barbara announced as we entered the room.

I immediately noticed the curtains had all been pulled shut so at least I wouldn’t be putting on a show for the whole neighborhood. My eyes quickly took in the scene. First, there weren’t as many people as I was expecting, only six women besides Wanda and Barbara. Wanda had mentioned more like a dozen were expected so evidently a few either couldn’t make it or had second doubts about coming. They were spread out around the room with three on the couch, two on a love seat, another on an overstuffed chair with Barbara taking another chair. Wanda had a small table set up with a silk tablecloth covering it and various toys laid out like some sort of garage sale. She was dressed quite conservatively in a pant suit with a scarf and lots of gold jewelry - more than I cared for.

“OK girls, I want you all to meet my new model Kelly. This is her first time working for me so be nice!”

It was an interesting mix of reactions. All of the women looked roughly to be around the same age, maybe within a range of late twenties to mid-thirties. A quick glance at their hands told me they were all married but one and interestingly, she looked to be the oldest. They were dressed casually, nothing special, mostly jeans and pants although a couple had skirts which more than covered their knees. None of them appeared to be trying to send any sort of “message” that they might be looking for anything sexual, if anything quite the opposite. Heck, if it wasn’t for Wanda and her merchandise, I could have been at an Avon party or something!

I did my best to smile and be sociable as I stepped into the room in nothing but heels and lingerie. I walked around, turning slowly and getting within a foot or two of each of them. It was like a school dance back in seventh grade where the boys and girls were looking at each other but neither would come close to the other. To be honest, it wasn’t a turn-on for me and if anything, I felt a little out of place.

Wanda described the outfit, the various options and colors and a quick mention of the price which made me gasp before I caught myself. God, I hadn’t realized her prices were so high! Well, I guess they would be paying not just for the lingerie but for the party and show as well. After she was done she made a comment about me going to get the next outfit on, which I took as a hint to leave and change.

Back in the bedroom, I sucked in a deep breath, puffed my cheeks, and then exhaled long and slow, hoping that nobody could hear me. Damn, this was like nothing I had ever done before. Normally, when I wore such an outfit, I had to fight off the groping hands from the crowd while listening to obscene comments about me and what they wanted to do to me. To be honest, at this moment I think I would have preferred the leering men to the funeral-like silence that had greeted me with the first outfit. I was just praying that I wasn’t disappointing Wanda.

The second outfit was a satin soft cup slip with lace trim on bust. It featured a ruffled satin hem and included a matching thong. The slip was dark and so sheer that for all practical purposes I was nude. The thong didn’t hide a thing, leaving my ass bare and on full display as the back narrowed between my cheeks into this thin strip. This time the outfit has a picture attached for what it called a “Rabbit”. The catalog photo included a description which read:

“Rotating pearls stimulate the vaginal opening and the handy multi-

speed control allows you to select the intensity of the vibrating,

tickling ears. Let your Rabbit lead you to orgasmic bliss.

7 1/4” length, 1 1/2” diameter. Three C batteries required.”

With that much battery power, the battery pack it was a little heavy and I bet the cord was a pain in the neck but it wasn’t like I had to actually USE the thing. Compared to the other toys on the bed, it was average sized and fairly plain. Evidently Wanda wanted to start off simple.

Once I was ready I assumed that I should head back downstairs so off I went. This time I got a little more reaction from the peanut gallery. Several of them gasped noticeably and all eyes were fixed on me as I walked in slowly - strutted in might be a better description. It was then they noticed I was holding something in my hand and several little giggles could heard easily. Wanda went into her routine, describing the outfit and then she commented on what was in my hand.

“You may have noticed, girls, that this time Kelly had brought with her a simple, but effective toy. Nothing fancy but just the thing for those nights when you just need a little pick-me up ... right Kelly?”

She looked at me expectedly and I was wondering exactly what she was expecting me to do. Well, evidently more than just holding it so I stood off to the side where they all could see me started to rub myself with the tip of it through the sheer panties. I looked at Wanda and she just smiled at me, nodding slightly to show me her approval.

The other women varied in the responses. A couple of them couldn’t look my way and seemed to have a sudden fixation on one of the paintings on the opposite wall. A couple of others were watching me but yet at the same time, trying to appear as if they weren’t REALLY watching. The rest seemed interested in what I was doing, some of them even glancing back and forth at each other like little girls in school sharing a dirty little secret.

The tip of the dildo was pressed against my pussy but it wasn’t anything like what I’d felt earlier in the morning when my finger first touched me after I woke up. Sure it felt good, but nothing that was going to set me off, that was for sure.

My next outfit was more elaborate, a three piece set. It consisted of a floral tapestry underwire bra with adjustable straps and lace trim and hook and eye back closure. The waist cincher had boning and Velcro closure with a satin bow. As with most of the outfits, a matching bottom was included - this time a g-string that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

Along with it Wanda had paired a “Jelly Osaki”. The description read, “Caution! This kind of dual action is very addictive. Enjoy double pleasure as the vibrating shaft rotates deep inside and the exquisite tongue teases your clitoris. You control each feature and your orgasm. 8” length, 1-3/8” diameter. Three AA batteries required.” It looked interesting but I had taken longer than before to get ready so I hurried downstairs.

By now the girls had been through their first glass of wine - or two in some cases it appeared. Inhibitions were starting to break down and they talked more as I displayed the outfit for them. Most of it was teasing each other about how their husbands would love to see them in the outfit or how the toy would feel when their husband was away on business, that sort of thing. None of the comments were about me in particular. They all giggled like school girls when I turned it on and the tip of the toy spun around like some nasty alien cock.

As the night wore on, everyone became more comfortable and I went through maybe another dozen outfits or so. There was a satin and lace underwire bra w/ satin ribbon detail that I would have liked to have kept for myself. There was a lace corset with underwire pushup bra that had metal closures along center front with a lace up back closure that seemed to appeal more to the dominatrix personalities. For fun, I enjoyed showing off a sheer embroidered soft cup triangle bra with adjustable bra straps and matching boy short panties. Then there were the inevitable open bra with matching crotch-less panties. The one that got the most giggles, though, was the classic schoolgirl outfit - a two- piece costume that included a light blue pleated mini skirt with a naughty short sleeve tie front top.

As for the toys, they were as varied as the outfits, There was the more basic “Jelly Cliterrific” which was a surprisingly life-like vibrator followed by the “Loving Spoon” which was primarily a clitoral stimulator with a bendable. The “Chocolate Thriller” was a blatant stereotype of a black dick, a thick and generous vibe that was nine inches long, with lifelike veins and a soft jelly chocolate brown cover. I thought it was a little creepy but it got a stir from the ladies. The “Double Delight” reminded me one of the few toys I owned myself. It was soft-to-the-touch that was flexible enough to bend completely in half. I guess for some women they would use to do a DP on themselves but I preferred to use mine together with a friend.