Ashley's Education
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Chapter 8
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 8 - Ashley's new life begins in college. Freed from her controlling parents and partially-funded by a fledging modeling career, there are new people to meet and mistakes to make. Sometimes the best lessons happen outside of the classroom.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Fiction School Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Oral Sex Petting Small Breasts
Christmas Day came and went, and Ashley enjoyed the company of her two male friends. The day was light and cheery, with a crepe breakfast and plenty of snacks throughout the day. A lot of the talk was about Malta and what they wanted to do for their pictures to stand out from the rest. While they were invited and being paid, there was no guarantee the company would use their material in the upcoming marketing for their new swimwear line.
Ashley listened intently; she nodded along and made suggestions on what she could do to spice things up. She’d already done a few swimsuit shoots, as well as lingerie advertisements, so she knew what to expect; or at least she thought she did.
Her laptop lay across her bare legs, no one decided to dress up that day. Underwear and T-shirts was dinner wear, mostly for cooking. The rest of the time it was topless with panties or boxers only. Ashley checked through emails, both for her work and personal accounts. There were a few things still to arrange for the trip, with paperwork that needed to be signed and certified as well. Those were things Ashley loved to do most, the posing and modeling was merely a bonus.
Ashley wasn’t dumb. She knew this modeling thing wouldn’t last, and the business world was her true calling. She could see herself, a few years down the line, in a tight pencil skirt and blazer, hair tied up in a bun, maybe she even wore glasses then although she had perfect eyesight; her nose buried in reports and P and L statements, working an all-nighter to fix some problem. She was already doing some of those things for the studio and loved every minute of it.
Keeping busy also distracted her from thoughts of Trisha. Sex the night before had helped blow off some steam and release some pressure, the added sex the next morning aided as well, but the thoughts kept creeping back into the corners of her mind. She hated it and tried to will them away, but it didn’t work. She was mad at Trisha for lying to her for a month and sleeping with a guy they knew was bad news. She felt cheated on, even though they weren’t officially together; but it still felt like a betrayal.
Worst still, Ashley hated how she reacted in the aftermath. She shouldn’t have gotten that emotional, even with what happened. Her outburst was not like her, and looking back, was embarrassing. She didn’t like acting like a jealous girlfriend, it felt gross to her. She’d forgotten the whole reason she got involved with Trisha in the first place, to help her gain confidence in herself. Screaming and yelling, treating her like a possession, ran counter to those goals. She should have let her make her own decisions, otherwise Ashley was no better than her own controlling parents. Knowing all that though, Ashley still couldn’t pick up the phone ... She needed more time and perspective. A different perspective.
“Hey Ash! How’s Christmas?” Nikki’s cheery voice burst through the phone.
“OK, at the studio with the guys. How ‘bout you?” asked Ashley.
“Still at my Grandparents. It’s fun though, Mom and Dad say hi. What are you doing in town, I thought you were spending Christmas with Trisha in corn country or whatever?”
“Yeah ... about that.”
Ashley explained what happened while Nikki listened silently. They’d been best friends long enough for Nikki to know when to just stay quiet untill Ashley was finished, only asking for little details to be expanded. Once done, Ashley felt a bit better getting it all off her chest.
Nikki asked the first obvious question, “I’m sorry, Ash. Why didn’t you call me right away?”
“Because you warned me before and I didn’t listen,” replied Ashley, knowing this would be Nikki’s first question. “I didn’t want to hear, I told you so.”
“I would never...” Nikki paused, “but I did tell you.”
It helped Ashley to laugh. “Yeah, you did. What should I do?”
“Talk to her, stupid,” Nikki said bluntly. “Sort it out or at least figure a way to co-exist till the end of the year. Then, we can get a place, just the two of us.”
“Yeah, that would be fun,” she said, thinking of living with her best friend. “But what do I say to her? I already made a big scene when I stormed out; I probably made things worse.”
“Hold on,” Nikki said and went quiet for almost a minute. “Sorry, had to sneak away and hide in a closet for this. You need to let her decide what she wants and what she’s able to handle. You had this big self-awakening after meeting Scott and Rick, not everyone can handle that themselves.”
“You did,” Ashley added, “you’ve been right here with me and did it too. I’m not asking for her to do that though.”
“I know you aren’t, but she’s from Nowhere’s-ville Nebraska. She had little experience with guys let alone girls. It’s a lot for most people, knowing that change. Hell, I’m hiding in a closet right now, Ash. Do you think I’ve told anyone else about the things I’ve done?”
“I thought you liked it?” Ashley asked, she hadn’t fully grasped what her friend had said.
“I loved it! I love you and I love the guys; can’t wait to see you all soon to do it again, but only you all know about it. We aren’t all you, Ash. We don’t have the brains and bodies to be as self-confident as you are.”
Ashley knew from years of their friendship that Nikki dealt with self-image problems due to her short stature, red hair, and flat chest. She used to get teased often by the boys on the football team, comparing her to the rest of the cheerleaders. It always bothered Ashley, but she never said anything to them, never stuck up for her friend. If it was now though, there wouldn’t be any of them left with working teeth. That she knew with absolute certainty.
Ashley thought carefully, “So I should just ... let her be with Justin, even if it’s a mistake?”
“Find out what she wants and be prepared for all outcomes. That’s the best I can say right now, I’m back in a few days, so we can talk more freely then ... maybe at the studio?”
Ashley knew what she was hinting at and realized she’d forgotten to mention the trip. “Uh, unfortunately we’re going away in a few days. A big modeling job ... in Malta.”
“Malta? Where the hell is Malta? And for how long?”
“A week, and it’s an independent island nation near Sicily. Bikini shoot for a high-end Italian brand.”
Nikki sighed, “Ash, have I ever told you that I hate you? Yup, I am so jealous that I absolutely hate you right now.”
The girls laughed, and Ashley caught Nikki up on the travel and work plans. She wished Nikki could come with them but doubted the small-sized girl could fit in her suitcase. They chatted for a while longer before Nikki had to go. Ashley promised to call her when they got back and would think about what she said.
The plane landed late after midnight, one of their connection flights had been delayed, when they boarded the car waiting for them. The three of them were tired, jetlagged, and quite hungry, but feeling the warm Mediterranean air did lift their spirits. It was much better than being cold in the snow back home.
Ashley looked out the window of the black town car; her eyes felt heavy. It was late and the streets were quiet, the odd car they passed lit up closed businesses. She’d hoped to see an open restaurant, a McDonald’s, anything to quiet her rumbling stomach. Rick and Scott, who sat across from her, looked zonked too. They’d spent the first flight discussing framing and compositions, the delayed flight artificial versus natural lighting, and the final flight arguing over Ashley’s best ‘side’. She didn’t take offense, she could tell they were nervous.
“Is nothing open?” Ashley finally said after they passed another block of closed stores and small restaurants. Her words pulled them out of their sleepless comas.
“I-uh ... it doesn’t look like it.” Rick checked his watch, realized he hadn’t switched it to local and groaned.
Scott tapped on the glass that separated them from their driver. Ashley watched it lower with a mechanical buzz, she would have been more excited and impressed if she wasn’t so tired. It was like a scene from a movie.
“Excuse me,” Scott asked the driver politely, enunciating his words. “Is there a place we can stop to eat?”
Ashley saw the man’s eyes through the rear view mirror fall on her. They seemed to scan her like she was a paper on a Xerox. He didn’t seem impressed when he finally looked away.
“No sir, everything closed,” the man replied in broken English. “Food at ... uh ... estate? Yes?”
Scott followed up, “Thank you, how long till we get there?”
“Soon. We get there soon; ten minuti.” The driver replied.
“OK, thank you.” Scott gave the man a tired smile and thumbs up. The man nodded and the glass raised back up to separate them. He turned back toward Ashley and shrugged.
“I hope there’s food...” Ashley said as she looked back out the darkened window. The city they’d driven through was reduced to small houses and finally trees. Ashley lamented that she hadn’t even seen the beach yet, having been in the aisle seat of the plane when they landed.
The car slowed down, then stopped between two bright overhead lights. Scott and Rick listened, and looked out their windows. Ashley did too but there was nothing to see on her side.
“I think we’re here.” Rick said, when he saw a gatehouse and a guard next to the car. They started to move again, passed through a large metal gate, and followed along a beautifully lit entrance filled with flower beds and ornamental shrubs formed into different shapes.
The car stopped again, this time in front of a large stone staircase. A man walked down and opened the car door. He beckoned them out; Ashley was first to step out of the car.
“Oh my...” she said in shock, looking up at the massive multi-story mansion.
“Crazy, right?” Scott said; he put his hand on her hip to move her along.
“This is ... who owns this place?” she asked, gobsmacked at the grandiose scale of the place. It looked bigger than her old high school. When she turned back toward the car, she saw the massive fountain spray a jet of water ten feet high in the center of the rounded driveway.
Scott relished her wonder, he’d seen places like this before on shoots. It was rare to actually stay at one though, usually they were just used as backdrops. They’d be in one day, take their shots, and be out by the evening. A week-long shoot for one product line was new for them as well; La Spiaggia was going all out for this.
“I don’t know, maybe a friend of the company or they rented it,” Scott replied while he watched a valet load their bags onto a cart. “Come on, we’ve already missed meeting everyone. Let’s see what we can scrounge up.”
They were led up to a set of heavy dark wooden doors. The man who opened the car door, opened the outer door. They were greeted to sparkling white marble floors in a massive entrance hall leading to a grand staircase. Ashley stood in awe of the grandeur, never having seen anything like it in real life before, only on TV, and they couldn’t do it justice.
“Arrrre you ... the Amerrrricans?” a fashionable Italian man in a fancy suit said, rolling his ‘R’s. He’d popped out of one of the doorways. His black hair slicked back and skin tanned, he carried himself with an air of casual importance. He stuck out his hand to Scott.
“Yes, we are.” Replied Scott, accepting the courtesy and shaking it.
“Wonderrrrful, welcome. I am Luca Fulci, head of marrrketing for La Spiaggia. We’rrre delighted to have you.”
The man shook Rick’s hand next, a firm shake. Despite the late hour, he didn’t seem tired at all, although he hadn’t been on and off of planes for twelve hours. Luca’s dark brown eyes landed on Ashley; a grin crossed his thin lips.
“You must be, Miss Ashley.” Luca said, holding out his hand.
“Yes sir,” Ashley replied; she extended her own. She expected a handshake, but he instead brought her hand to his lips and kissed it.
“Bella, DiPietro speaks highly of you,” the man said, and kissed the back of her hand again. “ ... of all of you. Come, you’ve had a long day.”
“Mr. Fulci, is there any place where we can get some food?” Scott asked. “We’ve not eaten in hours.”
“Ah yes...” the man paused. “Come, you’rrrre rrrroooms. Kitchen’s open all night ... call down and someone will make it, anytime of day.”
Ashley was even more impressed, “Wow, thank you.” She knew she’d have to restrain herself from trying to eat everything since this was a work trip. She didn’t want to suddenly gain twenty pounds and not fit into her swimsuits.
They were led up the grand staircase, a large crystal chandelier hung down from the ornate ceiling of painted frescos. Ashley marveled at the artwork, her mind thought of Trisha back home and how she’d love to see this. She made a mental note to take a few pictures of them when she had a free moment; it might be a nice olive branch to give to Trisha when she returned home.
“You’ll have an earrrrly morrrning, I’m afrrrraid.” Luca said as they walked on. “Lots of days of worrrrk ahead. You arrre first Amerrrricans we’ve invited. Italian brrrand, usually local only, at least photographerrrs.”
“And we’re very excited to be the first,” Scott said, Ashley noted the sound of nervousness in his voice. It seemed like the reality of the situation had settled on all of them. They went down a long spacious hallway, passed many doors until they were stopped in front of one.
“Men in herrre ... Miss on this side,” he pointed to either side of the hall, which would separate the two groups.
“We aren’t together?” asked Ashley.
Luca seems surprised by this. “Most models don’t say with men ... don’t feel comforrrtable. You’rrre choice. Do get some sleep though, be up at 8:00. Arrivederci!”
Luca walked away and left the three of them standing in front of the doors on opposite sides of the hall. They didn’t see their bags anywhere; they were likely already taken into the rooms. Ashley looked at Scott and Rick, unsure what to do.
“Sleep where you want, Ash. We probably shouldn’t...” Rick stopped himself. “Let’s get some food ordered and get some sleep soon though. If we’re starting at 8:00, that doesn’t give us any time to rest.”
They all agreed. Ashley followed them into their room, mostly for food, but she felt more comfortable being around them in a strange country than being alone. Maybe she’d eat and wander across the hall to sleep for the few hours they’d have to recover before the morning; maybe she’d just crash somewhere in the room.
Scott unlocked the door and they entered a room three times the size of Ashley’s dorm, and that was just the bedroom. There was a whole sitting room with fancy wooden chairs and table, a plush couch, and an 80-inch TV mounted on the wall. Their luggage and gear was neatly stacked in the corner of the sitting room; a phone and list of numbers sat on a small glass end table.
Rick looked at the number for the kitchen and asked, “What do we want to order?”
“Something fast and easy. I don’t want to wait too long to get some sleep.” Scott replied.
Ashley suggested something simple, “Pizza?”
“Good enough.” Rick phoned down to the kitchen and did his best to ask for a cheese pizza, something just heavy enough to fill their bellies but not make them sick in the morning.
Ashley explored the bathroom and gawked at the huge tub and shower. “This thing could fit all of us.”
“We have to behave!” said Scott, before he walked up behind her and gave her little ass a swat. “No messing around here.”
“Awww...” Ashley was disappointed but understood. They had to be professional; she had to remind herself that this was important to all of them. She would have to forgo the fun stuff for the week, for the good of the studio. The pizza arrived twenty minutes later, carried on a silver tray by a man in a white jacket and chef’s hat. It was consumed in half that time, and they passed out shortly thereafter. Ashley slept on the couch while Rick and Scott took the king-sized bed.
The sound of the alarm clock found them earlier than any of them would have wanted. Bleary eyed and jet-lagged, they all stumbled awake; living zombies that had a job to do, no matter their circumstances. Ashley held her aching head; her brain felt like it was swimming in pea soup. She staggered to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror.
“They don’t actually expect me to be photo-ready today, do they?”
Scott yawned, following behind her. He lifted the toilet seat, pulled out his cock, and relieved himself right there with Ashley nearby. She’d done the same way back, with a camera on her as she did it. They were all very comfortable with each other.
“I think so, but I’m not sure,” Scott replied, as the pressure drained from his bladder.
“Then we’re screwed.” Ashley examined herself closely. Her hair was terrible, but at least salvageable with time and effort. She had large dark bags under her eyes, her face was greasy from all those hours on the plane, and her neck hurt from sleeping on the couch.
Rick handled the situation a bit better, as he stood in the doorway waiting his turn to use the toilet. “We’ll get you showered up, get some coffee in you, and get you working; you’ll snap into it. Besides, we’ve got five days to make a good impression.”
When finished up, Scott moved out of the way for Rick and sidled up next to Ashley. He looked at her reflection in the mirror, eyeing her in the bright light of the vanity.
“We can make it work,” he said projecting confidence. He grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up over her head. “ ... now shower up. I want to see what we’re working with for locations.” He gave her a playful slap on the ass as he exited the room.
Ashley spanked him back. “Don’t tease me if you aren’t going to please me.” She replied; hooked her thumbs into her panties and pulled them off in front of both of them. Recently waxed, her skin smooth as ice, Ashley let them both see what they were missing as she climbed in the tub and turned on the water. Both men already regretted their decision to abstain from joining her. A smack on the shoulder snapped Scott out of his trance, his eyes glued to the sexy lips between the girl’s legs.
“Come on, we’ve got prep work to do. Let’s leave her alone,” Rick said firmly, as he dragged Scott away from Ashley.