Chapter 16

Sunday 2nd August

Lauren entered the clothes room, closing the door behind her. She walked to the end and looked at herself in the mirror, delighted with her makeup from Simone and equally excited about the afternoon. She looked into the box, took out a white blouse, and held it against herself so she could gauge it’s fit. The second one seemed about right, so she dropped it on the chair, glanced at the door, and after kicking off her sandals, unzipped her dress and let it fall to the ground. She could see her little naked breasts in the mirror and white knickers, so cheap and crude in comparison to the look and feel of the clothes she was about to wear. She felt rich, opulent even, as she pulled on the blouse and fastened the buttons. It fitted well, and finding a skirt on the nearest rack, she dressed and left the room.

She looked around the studio, walking in the direction of the dressing table. She scanned the room and noted that it was deserted. She helped herself to the drink that had been refilled, and wandered slowly over to the two cameras now set up, pointing to the brightly lit central area. Two white umbrellas had been mounted on tripods either side of the cameras, with a small spot providing a visible circle of bright light on the floor in front.

Marlene strode back into the room. “Hey, that looks fine! Not too big is it?” she asked, effervescing with enthusiasm.

“It feels great. It’s so comfortable” replied Lauren, feeling the material on her arms.

“Good, let’s get cracking then. Take a seat on the stool, usual pose to start with.”

And so Lauren sat while her picture was taken, not once or twice as she had expected, but at least ten times in a couple of different poses. It was a painless pleasure, sitting there in her expensive clothes, surrounded by the accouterments of the jet-set. She returned to the room to exchange her skirt for a pair of jeans. As she unzipped the skirt she smiled to herself, reveling in her moment of stardom and running her hand across her chest as she experimented with the feel of the material against her nipples. Her right hand moved between her legs and withdrew, confirming the beginnings of the tell-tale dampness that nowadays was an indicator to Lauren that her dreams and fantasies were mingling with reality. The second pair of jeans fitted superbly, pronouncing the young curves of both her buttocks and her thighs. Still leaving her sandals in the corner, she left the room to find her glass beside the stool.

“Hey, now they fit fine! Allright, standing by the stool. Great. That’s it...” And so it continued. Marlene enthused over everything, making Lauren more and more confident. She lost herself under the lights, barely hearing the instructions from behind the camera, dreaming that she was lying up in the mountains in the sun, watching the clouds cling to the snowy peaks of her wonderful country.

“Lauren? Lauren? Wakey wakey! Next change. Try and find white shoes and the white fairy-tale dress. You might also put on the knickers marked GK0012 to save time. Got that?”

Lauren floated back into the clothes room and took off the jeans and blouse, carefully folding them on the chair. She rummaged through the box until she found the knickers, and unwrapped a pair of shoes that promised to be a reasonable fit. She then removed the cover from the dress in her size and felt it’s silky texture, noting that it had layers of petticoats underneath that gave it a great deal of volume. It fitted like a dream, zipping up snugly to hug her upper body, while hanging loosely below. She took the knickers and brought them up to her face, feeling their softness and inspecting the embroidery that no doubt contributed to the price. Facing the mirror she removed her own knickers, leaving them on the chair, and pulled on the Hardenberg pair. They too fitted well, and she hiked up the dress to take a closer look. Lauren stepped into the shoes which had generous heels, and took a final look at herself before she left the room, beaming.

“Oh wow, that’s really something. You look like an angel my dear. Take a seat in the armchair.” Lauren floated back into her pose, legs draped over the arm of the chair, and turned to where should through the camera was positioned. Marlene took several photos, asking her to move slightly now and then.

“Don’t you feel sexy in their clothes? I guess that’s what you pay for, isn’t it?” said Marlene, flashing away.

“I feel like a million dollars. God, I’d love this dress!”

“Where would you wear it?

“Oh, some desert island as I walked along the sand.”

“With a young boy on your arm and the sun shining down on you, the waves washing your feet as the spray tingles on your lips?”

“Yeah, oh yeah!” laughed Lauren at the excessive imagery, her thoughts as usual needing only a little push before they left her present surroundings for imaginary destinations.

Lauren felt so warm under the lights, and so comfortable in the chair that she thought she might like to curl up and sleep. She wondered where Jim was and remembered that he was supposed to be part of this session.

“Let’s do the knickers quickly, you don’t have to change. Just stand up, and take the dress way up as high as it will go. I just need to see from the waistband down to mid- thigh.” said Marlene, watching Lauren rise slowly. Lauren pulled the dress up high, almost covering her face, as she heard Marlene ask her to bring her legs together, then slightly apart, and then to return to the armchair. “Now, sit straight in the chair, open your legs and put your hands on the dress, between your knees. Look up!” There was a flash. “Want to do a sexy one?”

“Like what?” asked Lauren keenly.

“Like that, but bring your dress out from under your bottom so that it’s all behind you, and move the front of the dress so I can see your legs. That’s good, move the dress further back, I need to see the knickers. Lovely.” Flash. “OK, slide down in the seat, legs still apart, lots of knickers, and...” Flash. “There, that was good. Sexy shots are fun sometimes, they help to amuse everyone and relieve the boredom of doing thirty pairs of black shoes or something like that. I’ll find Jim and he can stand next to you in his evening outfit. Same designer, same price!”

And with that, she left. Lauren let her dress fall back down a little towards her knees, looking towards the door for her young man. She had waited for less than a minute when he came over to her and knelt beside the armchair. Lauren smiled warmly as he kissed her left arm, offering the glass of wine to her. They toasted each other, glad to be alone. She approved of the black tuxedo jacket and trousers that he had on, although she thought he might have found a tie to go with the formal dress shirt. Even though, she thought he looked wonderful as he knelt beside her.

“Marlene has had to go to the station with Simone to collect more stuff. Seems stupid to deliver it on Sundays. They really do seem to work so hard, those two” said Jim, “But she said she’d print some of the pictures if she had time and let you take a look. And...” he trailed off, his tone requesting that she finish the sentence.

“And what?” asked Lauren, looking at him in mock suspicion.

“She’s going to pay you!”

“What, I haven’t done anything!” she exclaimed.

“She’s grateful, it means she can get the Hardenberg prints out early next week, ahead of schedule.”

Lauren looked at his kind round eyes, and emptying the glass, gave it back to him. She touched his face with her fingers, moving closer to him.

“Thank you. I’ve had a lovely time. It’s all so new but so exciting. Did she tell you what we did?

“No”

“I don’t know if I should tell you. It’s so naughty!” giggled Lauren.

“Go on, tell me!” he said, pretending to bite her arm.

“She took some pictures of me - like sexy pictures - just for fun. I might let you see them.” teased Lauren.

“I don’t want to”

“Why?”

“The real thing is better!”

Lauren pulled him round the edge of the chair so that he knelt between her legs, making sure her dress was pulled down to cover her knickers. He rested his hands on her knees as she leaned forward to kiss him on the lips, taking his face between her hands. She felt his tongue, darting between her teeth, searching and probing as her pulse quickened. His hands moved down her legs to her shoes, caressing her as she responded urgently with her own tongue.

“Your legs are beautiful, Lauren. You look so good in these clothes.”

She leaned back in the chair, pulling him with her as his hands went behind her bottom. Her neck bent so that her chin was close to her chest, causing Jim to rest on her as they continued to explore each other. She felt her legs being pushed wider by his body and brought them up onto the arms of the chair. They kissed for some time, hands roaming uncontrollably, his cock pressing hard against the chair while Lauren’s pussy began to prepare for a welcome visitor.

“Are you sure they’re out?

“Yeah, saw the car go off!” he said, without breaking contact with her lips.

Lauren ran her hands inside his jacket, pushing it from his shoulders. He shrugged it off, running his tongue from her lips to her ear lobe. She held his arms tightly, finding the new sensation unbearably sensuous as his tongue explored inside her ear. As if in need of any confirmation, she pulled him higher so that his trousers rested on her knickers, delighted to feel his stiff cock against her pussy and now determined to let it have its freedom. Her hand ran down over her nipple and towards her vagina, as she rubbed herself with the back of her hand while trying to find his zip.

After a frantic and lengthy search, she found the metal tag and slowly pulled it down, the little vibrations adding to the pulsing of his weapon. The tip of his cock protruded from his underpants, and she undid the button on his trousers and let them to fall to his knees, allowing his cock to move more freely. She ran her thumb over the top, feeling the first slippery signs of the boy’s cum.

Jim slid down her body, giving a little attention to her breasts through the dress as he headed for her knickers. He ran his hands under her bottom, so that combined with her legs over the arms of the chair, she provided him with a perfect view of her expensive lace knickers and taunted his imagination with what lay beyond. Without any hurry at all, he ran his tongue over her legs, moving slowly to her inner thighs as she held his head, ensuring that he didn’t stray too far from her wet pussy. She could smell her own juices now.

The heavenly scent of a young girl mixed with expensive wine under the hot lights caused another small drop of cum to appear at the end of his cock. He moved deeper between her legs, licking now the edge of the knickers where it covered her wet sex, hardly daring to breath as he pulled the material away slightly and pushed his tongue underneath. Lauren could just imagine his reward, the sweet taste she had experienced with Nikki as he probed her outer lips and washed over the hood of her clitoris. He continued for several minutes, evoking groans of pleasure from his girl and causing her to grab hold of his curly hair, pulling him closer and closer into her. Her hand moved from his head down onto her stomach, rubbing lower and lower as her fingers disappeared into her lace underwear, meeting his tongue as she touched the little bud of her clitoris and exhaled deeply.

Jim read her thoughts, helping her pull down the knickers as her legs came together. He stopped her hand at her knees, gripping her legs with the other and bending down to lick her vagina and down towards her anus. Her sex was squeezed together by her legs, pushing her inner lips out into the open, just allowing him to reach her clitoris with his hot tongue. Saliva dripped from her, down both sides of her pussy lips and around her little brown hole. Jim followed the trail, licking gently until his tongue encountered her anus. He circled it teasingly, probing slightly each time, coaxing it to allow him to push further and sample the delights of the fifteen year-old beauty.

Lauren thought she couldn’t take anymore without coming and decided that it was her turn to do some exploring. She lowered her legs, wrapping them around his neck, and pulled him towards her, watching the look of disbelief on his face as he covered himself in her juices. She sank lower in the chair until he realised that she wanted to lay on the floor. Breaking away from her lock, he took one of the floor covers and spread it beneath her, removing her knickers and pulling her further down until she lay on the ground, her dress falling down to cover her naked pussy. She reached out to him, pulling at his underpants until they freed his rampant cock, leaving him wearing only his white shirt and socks as he positioned himself between her legs, running his hands from her shoes over her knees and along her inner thighs, pushing outwards slightly as moved higher.