N.B. Spellings (if correct) are in UK English. All the characters in this story are fictitious, any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The author neither condones or endorses any of the activities detailed in this story, which could well be illegal in certain jurisdictions. I'm adding (for legal reasons) that apparently if you're under-age you mustn't read this, so if that's the case go away and grow up.

Author's Note.

Unlike the first time this story was posted, I'm not desperately scratching away with my Quill in order to keep a few chapters ahead of my readers, for those who stay the course it's 86 chapters long, and I've recently had former readers bug me for those last six, but I thought with a total repost more people could follow the entire adventure, only this time to it's conclusion.

Some eagle eyed viewers may have noted Anna is now eleven, but the story code age has not been revised upwards, that's because we do meet a few more younger models, it may even need to be revised downwards. I'm re-reading this myself for this posting, so please give me a little leeway if the codes don't always keep up with the narrative.

If or when readers from the old days find this story, please drop me a line, Chris can pass forward your email to me without attaching it to your comments posted about the story.

Okay here are Chapters 41 to 45

Chapter 41

The house is sold.

He was half out of his work trousers when his phone rang, so he sat on the bed to take the call, this was the second person who had seen the big spread on the house, of course he was well prepared for this conversation. He asked in which journal the man had seen the article, then Igor named the other, stating how keen both the magazines had been to feature this property.

Of course by now both were fuming that this had occurred but it was too late, they were printed and on the news-stands. Igor talked up the extensive work on house and grounds, going on about the state of the art kitchen, and the unique art on the walls, which had generated a lot of interest. Playing the fish, Igor said he was currently trying to schedule, visits for the various interested parties, as he pretended to shuffle appointments to find a time to suit them both.

Karl felt a tad uneasy at the supper table, like a bug under a microscope, assurances from Marta had done little to settle his nerves, if it hadn't been for the friendly hug from her mum when he showed up he would have been a wreck by now. Thankfully the house sale was the main topic that evening, and two people had shown an interest, in an endeavour to join in Karl asked if it was shown on any web sites, it turned out that it hadn't occurred to them there would be sites featuring properties for sale.

The obvious answer was that there were websites for everything, but instead after eating Karl went to the study with Igor and the girls to see what he could find for them.

With some of his skills from night school, and from what he had learned at work, he built them a site using a template, then via the internal Studio network grabbed all the photos to paste onto the pages he was creating. They watched in awe as his fingers skipped over the keyboard, as he started to add links to every site which could bring them people who would have an interest in a house of that size.

With the site built he started phase two. There were four laptops, two for school-work, the girls secure machine for Studio links, and Igor's workhorse, so when he had them all up and running on the table he showed them how to follow the links to the new house site.

He then explained the process of strengthening those links, clearing their browsers and so on until search engines started to direct traffic towards their site as a default choice, while they did that he continued to tweak it and include further useful links.

Marta would have been bouncing in her seat, but she wanted to show more decorum, act in a grown up manner, her smart boyfriend was able to prove to her father he was not just some groping Neanderthal intent on despoiling his daughter. No he was one intelligent guy intent on eating his daughter, but Marta wasn't going there, it had been a difficult enough talk she'd had on Sunday.

Anna winked at her, she could see the Brownie points mounting up, as they played with the various search engines to increase the popularity of their new site. Apart from the odd question, the sound of tapping keys filled the room, until a ping was heard from Igor's laptop, they all looked up, then faces turned towards Karl. Of course, they each had their uses for the computers, the girls even used the Studio's internal messaging system, but none of them had reason yet to use e-mail.

Karl moved to Igor's machine, and as they all watched he explained what he was doing, he had set up the e-mail account when he had set up all the other stuff, but somehow it had got overlooked with Igor's main interest concerning spreadsheets and Gantt charts. The window opened to show the message from some local bigwig with an interest, along with all the various contact details, even the details of the man's PA.

Knowing Igor's love of spreadsheets Karl knocked one up transferring the information onto the third row under the headings, then asked about the first and second contact, but their details came from scraps of paper. Slowly building a rapport with Boris, he had a few more tricks up his sleeve, and from using the net he was able to learn more about these three men, so was able to make notes on each of them at the end of their respective row.

Anna had seen the little touches between her sister and Karl, he seemed very caring, and she knew all the other things they did when they could get time alone together, and she imagined it must be amazing to have someone licking on your pussy. The problem in her eyes was, she couldn't think of any boy at school that she felt that strongly about, there were some who she got on with, but not in that way. They were just boys, not in any way like Karl, they were immature always doing stupid stuff, even those in the higher grades didn't interest her, maybe for the moment she would stick with making herself happy.

Marta and Karl worked on a couple of standard replies for e-mails, then with a tutorial Igor was shown how to cut and paste, or write replies from scratch. The next hurdle was when Igor learned he could only receive e-mail when he was connected up, but it was saved for him until he did connect. After talking it through, the link on their web site was modified so e-mail would go to Igor, and to Karl at work, Karl would then call Igor's mobile with any interesting new leads.

Igor was still messing with his laptop when Karl had to leave, Marta had him alone in the hall so they kissed a while in the warm, her praising his effort in helping the sale, for once, now out from behind a keyboard he detected something not right about Marta, and asked if she was okay. Blushing Marta said her visitor was due, then looked downwards, so Karl though sympathetic, said it was her that had told him off for not having the bottle to use the right words.

They were holding one another talking quietly almost rubbing noses when a noise from Anna warned them dad was coming, so Karl was released with a kiss and sent on his way.

By Thursday they realised it was no longer practical with the men who had been living on site to move in and out of the house then tidy up each morning for showing visitors about the place. These men were being employed they just had nowhere to put them, Gramps volunteered his spare room, not ideal for eight guys, but a few days, a week maybe, they would manage. Olga – she didn't mind, it would be an adventure, though half of the men would be eating at the picnic table in the garden.

This spurred Igor to rethink the search he had started with Gramps, they had been doing it the old fashioned way, so they retreated to Igor's for a coffee and some of Ella's baking.

He plugged in, connected up, and started surfing, he was still learning, but within twenty minutes they had seen far more properties than they had looked at since Saturday and he had broadened his scope. Fresh thinking, how would Marta deal with this, square area per person, plumbing, services, and a solid roof, everything else was froth, whatever the type of building was before wouldn't count, it's what he could make of it now.

Now he could start again.

The fourth building he actually considered, was the most unlikely but it was all there, set on the edge of an industrial complex but surrounded by housing, and good transport links. The building was mixed use, on the ground floor there were two lock up storage units with steel roller doors, the last third had been a workman's café serving the industrial area, but the whole of the top floor had been offices, complete with men's and women's toilets.

Igor made some calls to his tame contacts in the planning office, the café had been closed for 18 months, half the industrial units nearby were shut, if nobody brought the building he enquired about, it could stand there till the day it fell down. Unlikely anyone would buy it, and one man thought it was hardly worth the money of the land it stood on, and even that wasn't very much. A few bribes well spent.

They looked first, it was sound, maybe the adjacent housing had deterred vandalism, near to the building some plots were bare the old factories removed, ideal for Igor's purpose. The agent handling sales on the industrial site was a pushover, once Igor had a price for the open plots, he moved to his real target. “No I like that plot better, so it has buildings, they are worthless to me, but I prefer the location, I'll pay the same price per metre, take it or leave it, bankers draft on the table tomorrow.”

They got back to the car and burst out laughing, by the Saturday Gramps 'squatters' had decamped to their new home, that came to be called the Squat as a joke, while the agent, papers signed money in hand, could do nothing as the buyer had changed his mind about levelling the plot. The bank was happy, Igor was still under the agreed total limit of what he wanted to borrow, a sale was imminent, and he had acquired another useful property for mere peanuts.

The men were off the streets, during the winter between paying jobs they improved their new abode so each man had his own small room, a nice communal area and they fixed up some showers. There was space for thirty or more so when time and materials were on hand they fitted up the rest of the floor. As time moved on they opened the old café, at first to feed themselves, and then later to serve passing trade, making a small profit.

The curious and frivolous who had just wanted to see that local house featured in the magazines they looked through over coffee mornings, or when they were bored came and went, it was part of how they spent their time. Despite the time wasted on these people there was now a hard core interest in the house, serious negotiations were taking place, which with any luck would turn into a bidding war. As the field narrowed the interested parties were invited to a private auction at the office of the man who had handled all the legal issues for Igor on the original purchase.

Only one of the potential buyers declined unwilling to enter into the fray, Igor had sought advice from the man whose office was to be used for the sale, agreeing this to be the best course of action. They had also come to terms regarding fees to both stage the auction and to complete the sale, not wishing to face the ordeal alone he had taken Gramps and Melenki out to a tailors so they were dressed in new blazers and slacks for the occasion.

Igor had peed twice yet still felt uncomfortable, he decided against any more coffee, if his companions felt any nerves they didn't show it grinning as the bidders arrived to do battle. The field had whittled down to six, all had the common sense to leave their wives out of this, lest they were elbowed into spending more than they had planned.

The bidders were served coffee as they politely ignored one another, the time drew near with Igor sweating into his new suit, almost jumping at the sound of a gavel which opened the proceedings. Igor wondered where the gavel had come from, the basic details of the property were read out, and the rules of procedure, all parties had a bankers draft ready for a deposit should they place the winning bid, with the closing payment due within three days, or they forfeited that sizeable deposit.

There was some more flowery legal mumbo-jumbo, then the bidding began.

Igor's head moved as if watching tennis, a raised eyebrow, a nod, the flick of a finger, each made their own little signal, familiar with the protocol of the auction room, the only voice from behind the desk at the front. The numbers got larger, way back on the second bid he was free and clear of his goal, a twenty percent profit for the girls, thankfully he'd not let them down, their faith hadn't been misplaced, the largest gamble of his life.

Gripping the chair just an observer, knuckles white as his nails dug in, could these men be serious, one by one they dropped out a shake of the head, two men remained.

Marta had been right, these men didn't want the house, but their wives did, it wasn't like for other people, not a roof over your head, no it was about showing off, it was all bling, the newest car, the garish watch, whatever. Igor lived in a splendid house, far better than he could ever have dreamed of, but if he had their level of wealth he wouldn't move, he might think of buying it, but why move.

Their own house gave everyone their own bedroom and plenty of space, a kitchen Ella loved, and a garden for the boys to play, they couldn't wish for more, they didn't need it.

“Going once, going twice, your final chance Sir? ...Sold!”

The sound echoed round the room, Igor felt light headed, Gramps thumped him gently on the arm and winked the old man's eyes sparkling, Melenki gripped the other shoulder and squeezed, it was done.

In a daze he signed all the pieces of paper, and shook the proffered hands, Gramps had picked up the papers Igor needed, as his companions lead him from the room, Melenki calling a cab, as they had chosen not to drive.

On stepping out of the car Igor had had time to recover from the shock, seeing it was a driver who often ferried his daughters around, and that he was in a good mood, he passed over two large bills telling him to keep the change. For a fifteen minute ride he was now holding more cash than he made in a good week, the man those family were regulars must've made a mistake or maybe he was drunk, he queried the sum, but it seemed the three men were celebrating some good fortune, passing on the joy.

Olga had been helping Ella in the kitchen, the men hadn't eaten before the big meeting as it was too early for supper, now it had gone eight, and they'd had set out a buffet, with many favourites for what was hopefully to be a celebration. Anna was on the floor playing a board game with Greg and Peter who were excitable with their birthdays falling due this week, and Marta was sitting on Karl's lap in the study while supposedly learning more about computers.

Now and then Anna would stretch out on the carpet which gave her a view into the study, curious to see her older sister making out with Karl, she wasn't being nosey, it was purely for research. At the sound of the front door everyone's focus changed, as the three men came into the lounge the ladies hurried in and Karl was dragged in behind Marta, close behind Marta so as to hide junior. The tableau in the room froze, waiting.

Anna's patience snapped. “Daddy tell us! What happened.”

“Oh, the house yes, someone brought it, - for lots of money!”

He lifted Ella off her feet and spun her round, Gramps looking to Olga said he would do the same if it wasn't for his knees, in the noisy happy atmosphere Marta reasoned no one would begrudge her a celebration kiss with Karl. Melenki looked on at the festivities as the three youngest danced round in a circle, laughing and yelling, thinking this had been a successful project in so many ways, victories seemed rare enough in this life, deserving of this revelry. He didn't feel left out, or a spare part, for Igor had always treated him as a friend, not an underling or minion, and today, welcomed in to his home to share their joy.

Tomorrow Igor would take in the bankers draft, thus clearing a good chunk of the money loaned to him, the balance due by Friday would conclude the deal, and grow his daughters seed capitol, not by the hoped for twenty percent as he had planned, but by a whopping fifty-two percent. The extra value the house gained from his daughters ideas, the quick turnaround, and the sales tactics all helped shorten the loan period, lowering their fees to be paid out. Also there had been a three fold bonus, a fine home for Olga and Gramps, a period of employment for a good many people, and the 'Squat' as shelter for those who'd had for now found work as a spin off from this whole crazy scheme.

The women went to warm a few dishes to complete the spread, and Gramps got to take drinks orders. Igor took Melenki to one side praising his steadfast companion, and handing him an envelope with a handsome bonus, stating they would round up all the men and women who had worked on site for a party on Saturday at the Squat, then hand out the bonus payments as he'd promised.

Catching Karl's attention he lead the lad to the study so they could talk; regardless of what Marta had said, and the high points in his dealings with her father, Karl still found the big man intimidating.

Disregarding any misgivings he may have had about this older boy, both Ella and Marta had been on his case to cut him some slack, so Igor gave it his best shot.

“You've had a hand in this success, the computer thingy stuff, shafting those hoity-toity magazines, and last week doing the website sales widget, so in here is a little bonus.”

It was great Igor appreciated his technical skill, and was being nice to him, though as he looked at the proffered gift he thought it time to man-up, to show he was more than a geek, and now was the time with Igor in such good spirits.

“Thanks for the offer, but it wouldn't seem right, it was fun to help out, I couldn't be much use on site, but it was something important to Marta, for her future, so that made it more important for me too. I know how you must worry, we are both young, but we share many common goals, to learn and make something of our lives. I've seen other teenagers who change girlfriends all the time, I don't see that in my future, I couldn't imagine any other girl I would rather be with than Marta. A geek like me and a 'brain' like Marta just belong together, and it would feel like I was taking her money, if you insist I'll take it, but use it to spend on treats for Marta.”

Igor was taken aback, it had taken courage to make a bold statement that he envisaged a future with his daughter, and that he had recognised how uneasy Igor might feel about this, maybe he had been too narrow minded, or overprotective. Would it be so bad after Marta had finished her education, to find this young man as his son in law?

After the hot dishes had been set out everyone dived in, no waiting on ceremony, while at the same time Melenki and Gramps retold the tension of the auction. Marta kept looking back to the study, Anna at her elbow was also keen to know what was keeping them, for they'd been in there longer than anticipated. They both knew how eager their father had been to see everyone got the bonus payments he had promised, that a person should live up to their word was fundamental to his beliefs.

As they emerged Marta knew instinctively something had changed, for there wasn't that constant wariness in Karl's demeanour she had noted when in her father's presence, she had to find out if they had come to some understanding.

Her dad came over bent down and whispered in her ear. “See, I didn't eat your boyfriend, I'm too keen to eat this spread your mum's laid out.”

The way he tickled her ribs, then slapped her bum as he went off to the table told her all was right with the world. Karl didn't need to say anything, the look on his face, the way he stood so close as he pinched nibbles off her plate, till she told him to go and get his own.

Marta had reasons to smile as she watched him, at fourteen she had a nest egg, a job, all her family together, and now her boyfriend and dad looked to be friends.

Anna noting the direction her sister was looking, ever the joker made a comment that her boyfriend had a nice butt, that set them both off laughing.

Being a Tuesday night, what with work and school, they curtailed their festivities at a reasonable hour, besides there was more to come with Peter's birthday on Thursday, when for a brief few days the boys would be the same age, till Saturday when Greg would turn eight. The paucity of every other birthday, New Year, or Christmas would be forgotten with the haul of presents the two boys received, a working train set, a racing car track, sports equipment and football boots, they were almost at a loss what to play with first.

With the sisters constant involvement in the Studio, the other models at their own school, and the participation of other models in preparation for the launch of the new Forum their lives were full of interest, and always busy. Anna like many of the city based models was always keen to fit in the odd 'banking' job when her team and studio time were available. That her popularity with current releases made a healthy contribution to John and Valya's bonus payments, ensured she got first choice of slots as they came up, though she wasn't greedy as other girls needed to look after their future earnings as well.

On Friday with confirmation of the balance by bank transfer, Igor's standing rose a notch, and when he called in he was treated even more respectfully, as if that had been possible. For although the bank made interest the longer money was loaned out an early repayment marked him down as a person of low risk, making him a preferred customer, and a man of acumen as he had retained a portion of the original property, and gained another, without reaching his agreed loan ceiling.

On Saturday the boys had a combined party inviting Victor, Eve's younger brother, and a bunch of other friends from school, vigorous games in the back garden were followed by organised mayhem inside, with Anna playing guitar for the musical chairs. Ella had made themed cakes that Nana Olga had iced, by one-thirty fit to burst full of pastries, jelly, and ice cream the last of the guests had been collected.

Phase two was Igor delivering a cauldron size pot of borsch, many large platers of pastries and sandwiches, plus a special cake to the Squat. What with the family having such a busy week Melenki had done the majority of the organising, purchasing tables and chairs that would be needed anyway long after the party if this venture proved to be a success which he believed it would be.

An elderly man with a gammy leg who had assisted on the project, tending a bonfire there to reduce the waste materials to be disposed of, had been astonished and delighted when Melenki had offered him the post of manager/janitor of the Squat. Not a very arduous job, one he could handle with his infirmities, ensuring each man paid his dues, and abided by the rules.

His age and uncomplaining can-do attitude had garnered the respect of the other men, and free board came with this responsibility. In the past week those who had taken up residence, had done a good job in cleaning the top floor, for now sleeping pallets had been made up in two of the old office areas while plans were made on how to move forwards. The old camp kitchen from site had been set up at one end of the largest open area, four gas rings on old trestle tables. Only some time later on finding out the café kitchen was still perfectly serviceable would it be put to good use.

After making all of his deliveries, Igor was back at home making up brown envelopes for the bonus payments allotted to the various workers, it seemed incongruous to have such large piles of banknotes stacked on the table. Marta was helping going down the print-off, ticking the names, then she asked him if it was difficult to open a savings account.

Igor saw the direction of her thoughts, these men who had drifted, mostly homeless or for some nights on the floor at a friend's, but now they had an address. This could be another step on the road to becoming a regularised citizen, rising from the disenfranchised mass on the margins of society. Realising it would take more time, he would speak to each of them alone when he handed out their bonus, about opening themselves a bank account, while the other topic was booze.

Having lived on a hand to mouth basis, a sudden influx of cash sometimes lead to a binge on alcohol, often rough spirit or whatever was available, he needed to press the point that if they wished to remain employable, they should moderate any urge to go overboard. They had good reason to party tonight, but it wouldn't do to get drunk when they had to work the following day.

Marta and Anna both wanted to attend, and Igor had said she ought to see if Karl would join them. It wouldn't be a date and they couldn't sneak off, but her dad had just asked if she wanted her boyfriend to join in, Igor got a hug before she went to make the call.

They had got the cab to swing by Karl's place en-route to the Squat. The men now living there had been joined by the guys who Igor had 'borrowed' from his regular employer, and the wives of the men who had helped on site were there too. The party was rounded out by the artists from the Studio, and finally the MMC lads were there, after a quick count of heads, Igor stepped up to open proceedings.

A few brief speeches were made, and the party began, Marta circulated with Karl thanking people for their part in the success of the venture, and asking about life in the Squat, and if there had been any problems, eventually talking for a while with the old man in charge.

Karl was well trained he could see where this was heading, and went to find Taras and the other lads, to tell them Marta wanted to see them, and find out how they were getting on. Gathered in one of the unused offices, they caught up on the boys more recent progress, finding the work had been steady with a slow build-up of new clients. Marta's suggestion they move into the Squat was at first met with some resistance, the lads worried in that they would loose their identity as a group.

She countered each of their arguments, then said how they would have security for their belongings, group meals with the other residents, the ability to do their laundry, keeping their uniforms smart, and they would be able to take hot showers, or wash every day. For a small weekly cost and a few chores, this would be a major improvement in their living conditions, and after enjoying hot meals each day when the site was running, that held a big incentive to join this little community.

Before they could change their minds Marta was on the phone to the cab company, yes a minibus, to where they had dropped her earlier, then take some passengers to another address, wait while they picked up some stuff then bring them back, and charge it to her. She promised there would still be food by the time they returned, and when their minibus turned up she was back on the phone, first to Irisha then back to the cab company.

By now Anna had joined them, and asked if she was again 'playing chess' a reference that went over Karl's head. It had been five weeks since 'Laura's' debut in the two girl set, but it had generated a good deal of interest on the members forum, and three weeks later she was back at the studio, this time for her first solo shoot. She had requested to work with John and Valya, and from the moment she stepped into studio three it went like a dream.

The background was a classroom setting complete with blackboard, school desk and a whole load of accessories, even down to a globe on a stand, and blank exercise books. The generic school uniform of a gingham pinafore dress, blouse, thin pastel panties which lacked the normal gusset liner, and white knee socks. She had a little body art, along with full make-up, a contrast to her first experience, but now she had talked with many of the models and knew what to expect.

She climbed over the furniture displaying her underwear, and made use of the props as she slowly disrobed, then seeing an opportunity used a marker pen to scrawl notes on the blank notebooks. “I'm a good girl”, and “Do you love me?”, were just two of her little notes that her growing fan base would read when viewing the set. She sprawled over the carpet on the set, the fat marker pen pressed to the bottom lip of her open mouth, in a form of humorous parody to the blow jobs she had so despised, at least it wouldn't splat into her mouth or face.

With words from the older girls, and help from John, she realised models of her age would put on a display that was more suggestive than girls of Anna's age, a little more blatant or knowing. She felt the same sense of empowerment that Anna had tried to convey, she had taken charge of her destiny, and the members would become her willing slaves, pinning for her return set after set. Grinning as she slowly peeled off the panties it was plain how wet they had become, she had been almost tempted to throw them at the backdrop wall.

As her mum at that time had been working in the canteen during the past week, she had spoken to Valya, John and other staff, she had also met a few models with their mothers who had stopped by. They had taken time out part way through the set, but Irisha was bouncing with energy, raring to get back and tease John, as he stood proxy for all those men who would later see what he was then seeing.

When she got home after the shoot she was still hyper, and claimed the bathroom, using the water falling from the bath tap to stimulate herself to a quick orgasm, then enjoying a series of more leisurely cums as she lay there in the splendid bathtub.

Everything was so different now it wasn't just her and her mum against the world, they had a whole support network, and good friends she could rely on, giving out birthday cards, in times past that had been unknown, but she had given both sisters a small gift, though it could never convey the depth of her gratitude. This past week she had also sent cards and toy cars for their younger brothers who always wanted her to play 'English' games whenever she went round.

It was a pity to miss their party, but it had been the last big clinic check-up for her mum, and she had to go because she had a gyno appointment now her monthlies had returned, so next time around she would be taking those little pills every day to keep her regular. This week's statement had shown her first solo set was still very popular, and they were thinking about taking off for a holiday during the New Year break, and definitely over the coming summer. Her new mobile startled her, it was Marta's ring tone, after a brief chat she checked with her mum then went to get changed, loving the novelty of having such a choice of outfits to get changed into. Shortly the intercom buzzer sounded as her cab had arrived, quick check, hair, make-up, purse phone keys, she kissed her mum and set off.

Igor had sequestered a room for handing out bonus payments tempered with a few well meant words of advice, but had yet to see Marta's protégées, when he discovered they'd gone to fetch their belongings to move in he was rather pleased. As on paper he was the landlord he gathered some of the residents, to tell them he would purchase the materials if they wanted to progress the work on building some additional single rooms. The dignity, privacy, and security which this dwelling would provide, gave these men a sense of pride and hope for the future, their lives heading in a new direction.

Anna who had been checking out of the window, saw the cab pull up, and ran down to meet Irisha, not wanting her to feel nervous in the austere surroundings on the edge of the old industrial park. They hugged warmly, and began chatting even before they made their way upstairs to the party, one would think it hard to believe they had spoken only the previous day at school.

Irisha had just spotted Karl and Marta heading in their direction, they were going down to greet some new arrivals and help carry stuff in, as she hadn't removed her coat she went to help. It was Taras and his friends, it seemed they were moving in rather than continue through the winter living in the basement of the old tenement block.

Stepping out of the minibus it was like a little welcoming committee, he was pleased to see an additional face, she spoke, said hello, even remembered his name.

Irisha hoped she hadn't sounded too welcoming, she hadn't meant it like that, it had just sort of slipped out, he took her hand clasped between his two larger hands, saying he was pleased she had come to the party, she blushed a little. It was short work hauling the lads combined belongings to one of the cleared but unused rooms, where for now they would bunk down together.

Now with the loads put down he offered to take her coat, as it was quite warm with the heating and all the visitors here to celebrate. When he remarked on her nice new coat she spoke of her mum now being in good health and finding a great job.

Marta thinking her work was done for the evening, dragged Karl and Anna away on some pretext to give the teens some space. Taras sure the boys could look out for themselves had been eyeing the food table, inviting Irisha to join him. Apart from the food a keg of beer had been set up, along with wine, soft drinks and a bowl of light punch having little more alcohol than Kvas. There were hot drinks too, with cocoa for warming any guests before they stepped outside later.

The party flowed well with people mingling, exchanging ideas for how to extend all their current work programmes or create new leads, they wanted to continue moving forwards, even the young lads joined in, they were hard workers willing to listen and learn. Igor was pleased to note drink was not central to the evening as was often common in their culture, instead they were drinking but for the most part with moderation, unsure whether it was due to his comments or maybe a concern not to jeopardise their improving circumstances.

Gathering together Melenki, his daughters and Karl, he made his way to the covered table, where he made a short address thanking everyone, then revealed the cake his wife had made for the occasion. A cake fashioned to look like the house, dressed in coloured icing set on a green base. Anna and Marta jointly cut the cake to applause and clapping from the audience who then promptly set about eating it.

Irisha joined in a conversation with some of the women who had worked on the site when Marta's dad borrowed Taras, he and the lads of his gang were ushered into a side office where they discovered they were also getting bonus payments for their efforts working on the house and grounds, with the advice to save or spend wisely.

With that day's move foremost on their minds, thoughts tended toward creature comforts that it would be possible to have in their new setting. Warmly thanking Igor they rejoined the throng, Taras torn that he now had to share Irisha's attention with others, but on the other hand he didn't wish to appear pushy in monopolising her time.

When it came time to leave they called for a cab minibus offering to drop off Irisha on the way, both sisters noted she had enjoyed the evening, but made no comments what with Karl and their father sharing the ride.

Chapter 42

That week as November rolled to a close, their house project a successful memory, Igor thought about the workers now at the Squat, they were good men and lads, getting on with those jobs they had in hand, but without some leadership to organise them, follow up on leads for new work what would happen? He felt in a way responsible to help maintain the group at the Squat, but that was a different prospect than running one site part time over five weeks, he needed to find a workable solution.

His family was financially secure, especially now, though his girls insisted it was not their nest egg, it was the family pot. On Tuesday he called in to see Stepan, dropping off two bottles of fine brandy as a thank-you for allowing the various schedule changes during the past weeks, although it had resolved solutions for them both, bringing benefits all round.

After talking about the outcome of Igor's personal project, Stepan had some mixed news for Igor, who'd now been with the company for three months, hence the review sitting on his desk. All of the contracts which he'd been running were completed on time or ahead of schedule, and more recently there had been noted budget savings with his computerised management of the jobs under his control. So having passed this probationary period with flying colours he was to get a pay rise.

The remainder of the news was how their company, that specialised in maintenance for commercial and light industrial buildings had a solid customer base, but clients were trying to hold down costs, and little in the way of new business was on the horizon. It looked like jobs were safe for everyone for the coming year with rolling contracts, but any promotions or recruitment were on hold, and overtime would be limited to any emergency jobs that showed up. The outcome of this, was he wouldn't be able to offer Melenki the promotion to foreman that had been discussed several weeks ago.

From Igor's initial pensive expression, Stepan imagined he might've caused some personal difficulty, if in fact Igor had told Melenki the job was in the bag, but Igor proposed another idea that was totally unexpected.

He explained how the Squat had come about, and how they were attracting work in the high end domestic market, but now had nobody in a leadership role, and how well Melenki had faired running that team. Igor suggested as the man had used up all his holiday time on the house project, plus the unpaid leave Igor had funded, and now that he was back with the firm, that they try a new tack. If the company reduced his hours and employed him part time for a trail period, they would save half the man's wages, and he could look after the other men easily in that way. They could review the arrangement as time went on, now all he had to do was convince Melenki.

Melenki loved it, he had grown with the responsibilities, and would happily jump-in full time, but Igor said it was best not to burn his boats just yet. Between doing the job they were paid to do, the two laid plans for how to run this new business, and what to call it, as they couldn't just keep referring to the team as the men who lived at the Squat.

Over lunch Melenki said they would have to be IMC builders, as in - Igor's Magic Crew, for it wouldn't be possible to name them for Melenki, as that would clash with Marta's young team. Igor was embarrassed that Melenki wouldn't budge, insisting that was a good name for their group, and besides no one had to know what those initials stood for, following on they had a short meeting with Stepan later that day, and it became a done deal.

Having seen the latest statement from the Studio Marta was stunned because her script writing was having such a massive effect on their income, not all her ideas involved the models using English. Two of the younger girls, nine years old, were each having mediocre sales on their individual picture sets, but on her recommendation they had now done one photo-set together which had done surprisingly well, a recent video was also a runaway winner. From this outcome, those two girls wanted to work as a pair on all of their future shoots as they really enjoyed working together.

Those two were now taking intensive lessons in the hope they could manage a simple dialogue in English for a future script. One of her current ideas was a two handed video for Anna and another model, maybe Irisha, to be filmed in the apartment aimed at their Christmas market. To have the girls in woollen jumpers preparing to decorate a real tree, of course falling pine needles would be a good excuse for them remove the jumpers, from there on in they would soon get stripped off.

Marta had been checking the dialogue, where double-entendres would fit into the script, as her proficiency was improving. Their members would love the inclusion of 'balls' for the tree, and she had another line sorted when it came to the holly, about taking care of the pricks, and not wanting to get pricked. The room decorations would of course include many balloons arranged in phallic way, two round ones and a long curved one in each set.

The presents under the tree had fired her imagination, a vibrator tightly wrapped to leave little doubt as to what it was, then include some comment about never having enough batteries for your toys, a line best saved for the older girl. She wondered about getting a rocking horse for Anna to sit on, rocking back and forth at her age, she was really to old for that sort of toy, but it would have a nice erotic element. She could add a line about really loving her horse, and then at the mention of a saddle, she could say she much preferred to ride bare back on the real thing.

Marta considered if they could do a two part special with an after Christmas one as well, putting the balls away till next time, and about the tree coming down, with the older girl getting the chance to say 'I hate it when they go down, I like to see them standing up straight'. Anna could innocently ask the older girl what had become of present that had been obvious to everyone else. She could reply it was in her room, and perhaps in a few years time Anna might get one too, without saying what it was. The girls could talk about sitting on the laps of uncles who had visited, the dialogue would need to be clever, very subtle, crude and blatant wasn't how they did things, it was meant to be more tongue in cheek naughty humour which she was trying to achieve.

Just mulling over these things was making her horny again, maybe she could get herself one of those toys, but she'd heard they could be noisy, how embarrassing would that be? Masturbation had now become a favourite pastime for Anna, less than a year ago she had been at a loss as to why her older sister was so keen on furtive fumblings under the bed covers. Her vein attempts at trying to keep the rickety sofa-bed from making a noise was amusing, as they shared the room with their young brothers. Sometimes after Anna had been playing with herself her little pussy looked quite red and inflamed, she was thankful the condition faded, it would be awful to arrive for a photo shoot like that.

It was over five weeks since the shoot she did with Irisha, her friend had done her first solo two weeks back, and Anna had got three sets 'in the can' since that time. Of those three it was still under discussion which would be her next release, and which would be keepers for later release for 'Natasha's' second time round. Also it would be her official site birthday this week, in that her bio would be updated to eleven, as with all the girls, their age was changed several weeks either side of the true event.

Anna had been concerned for her new friend in that she was thirteen already, though the eight to fourteen age range on flyers the studio posted was only for recruitment, as the site had some girls as old as sixteen. A couple of other Studios within the same group did shoot sets with thirteen to seventeen year old's, but the style was a lot different, with two or three girls featured in each set – the girls getting quite friendly. She'd heard that a few of the older girls from their Studio transferred in order to extend their modelling careers.

What with the launch of the Forum mid-week at the start of the month, she went straight from school to Irisha's for a last minute practice as they were both taking the very first shift the next morning before school along with Pasha, a girl from Simferopol, who they'd spoken to via the Forum in practice sessions. Organising the time table had been daunting in order to present a variety of girls for each session, Pasha was an established model at fifteen, popular but never top rank, with middling English skills, 'Laura', Irisha was the new girl, but with excellent English, and 'Natasha' was in the top three, whose conversational skills were very good and still improving.

Though Ivan or Dmitri would say she was in the top three, they were rarely more specific, but Marta who had run the numbers, said currently she wavered between first and second spot with three others, as the position tended to be dynamic dependent on release dates.

Marta having seen Karl both days at the weekend had due to circumstances been restricted to 'safe' petting outside their clothes. She'd had some good news from her mum on Sunday night, that while Anna would be at Irisha's on Tuesday, her mum would be round at Eve's house with the boys, as she was planning something with Magda, though it came with a dire warning that she and Karl had both better be decent by seven o'clock.

Her mum then wanted to know if he would be staying for supper.

Not only had Karl been willing to come round Tuesday afternoon, but he left work early to meet her at the school gate, which of course Marta loved, having her tall handsome Karl showing up to whisk her off. The envious or longing looks from the other girls as he held her tight on the Metro made her melt inside, she must be melting as she was getting very wet anticipating the time they could spend together.

All but the last fifty metres of the route home from the station they walked with Eve, who made some teasing remark as they parted company at the top of her road, but Marta didn't mind as she was a good friend. Her mum had left snacks out for them, knowing which of her pastries were Karl's favourites, and Marta wanted him fuelled up ready for their fun and games.

Marta cleaned up putting everything away, not wanting to give her mum any reason for complaint, before dragging Karl off to her room not that he needed much encouragement. She had expected him to turn up at the house a bit later, rather than surprise her again at the school gate, then she would've had time to get washed and change. When Marta said she wanted to wash and freshen up, he asked if he could watch, or better still help.

Her first thought was she might be a bit too fragrant after several hours of anticipation, on the other hand she could put this down to research, learning about Karl, and about male reactions in general from a first hand perspective. Colouring up she told him her fears, but he was keen to discover the results of how ripe a hot girl could get, soon they were both naked then moved into the bathroom.

Having seen her underwear as they had stripped, he could see she wasn't joking about being worked-up, he dropped to his knees with her backed up to the vanity, and the odour of hot girl assailed his senses taking him over. The specks of creamy female secretions had him zeroed in, she tasted stronger, though not unpleasant, as she would have washed that morning before school.

Marta had her answer, or one of them, he obviously didn't find the smell of her ripe pussy off putting, as she raised one leg at his prompting, gripping the edge of the counter as he got to work with his magic tongue, now she wouldn't be needing a wash-cloth after all.

Her pulse rapid, and breathing ragged as Karl sought to bring her pleasure, Marta unsure what to hold, his head or the counter as she lost control of her body, then as she peaked he held her, safe in his strong arms as he lowered her to the floor.

Sitting on the bathroom floor with a satisfied girl purring in his arms wasn't the sort of scene found in romance novels that girls liked, or even the porn he had seen, but he had read that girls liked to cuddle up after climaxing, and it seemed the right thing to do.

He was quite willing to sit here a while as they began kissing, Marta between kisses had nice things to say about his skills at pleasing her, that was enough to make his head swell, but all the blood had gone south. He should probably give Karl junior a quick swill in the sink, having been in a heated office all day he must be a bit funky, but he could hardly get his tackle out in the gents toilet at work and wash it under the tap. That would give rise to a strange conversation in the men's room, 'Nothing to worry about guys I'm just off to see my girlfriend'.

When they did stand up Marta objected that Karl wanted to wash his cock, seeing as he had licked her in her natural condition, she wanted to do the same for him, grasping the handle she steered him back to her room where they would be more comfortable.

She was still fascinated by this mechanical marvel that guys called a boner, to be both stiff and soft on the outside as well as being flexible. Fully retracting his foreskin, there were thin traces of smegma encircling his cock, she was sure the secretions of her pussy must have been considerably more abundant. She licked up slowly the full length of his cock, from his balls past the point just under the helmet that was particularly sensitive, and over the head where pre-cum was leaking out freely.

Well the smegma hadn't been nasty, a texture like cream cheese, but she wouldn't be serving it on crackers, how would she explain that to her friends? Grinning at her strange thoughts, she looked up to see him looking all goofy again, she could play him like an instrument, as it was called a blow job this must be a woodwind instrument. Yes this must be Marta playing on the pork flute, as she smiled around the cock filling her mouth.

Looking down he was gob-smacked, this gorgeous girl was again giving him a world class blow job, him, once the class nerd, a real blow job, but it wasn't the up-down piston don't care type of thing you saw in porn. Marta made a meal of it so to speak, running up and down with her tongue as if trying to form a mental image in Braille, rubbing his cock on her face, smiling, with and without junior in her mouth, he could see it in her eyes.

The tension in his body as she sucked on him, then she playfully nipped his thighs with her teeth while still stroking him with the gentlest of touches, he would get her back for this, take her close then back off several times until she begged for release. He sucked in a deep breath as she bobbed lower taking junior deeper, making a noise in her throat she backed off eyes watering a little but still kind of smiling.

In theory she knew it could be done, she had seen it in photos and video, but she didn't yet have the experience, it must be something you worked up to, she would find an object to practice with so she could surprise him, maybe a banana. She had a few more attempts just to see if she could get over the gag reflex, but gave up as puking over your boyfriend would not be cool or sexy.

He was deeply impressed, if he were stupid this would be worth bragging about, he had almost reached out to grab her head, that was just pure porn script, because he had read most girls hated it when guys did that. At the last second his brain kicked in and he wiped away a tear brushing her cheek instead. It had taken superhuman effort to hold out this long, it had helped she had varied her technique, but he warned her he was almost there.

Marta had heard girls talking about blow jobs, listening to see if she could pick up any pointers but it had been a waste of time, it seemed many of them didn't like it anyway, as they did it out of desperation to keep hold of some boy. If having that sort of relationship where putting out was the only glue holding them together, it wasn't worth it. Between her mum, Valya and the net Marta had learned some valuable lessons, and was putting them to good use.

She felt a tremor run through his body, his hand affectionately brushed her cheek, he was very close, yes he called out, and she could feel his balls lift as they did just as he was about to cum. She was ready, knew what to expect and tried not to swallow, she wanted to collect it all in her mouth and show him.

He gasped, it was so good though at the same time on the edge of pain with the intense way he exploded into her mouth, shot after shot. He settled back sitting on the edge of her bed all those feel good chemicals flowing through his body he had lost focus. He felt her strip the last few drops from his wilting cock, her hand stopping short of his sensitive helmet.

He was like a rodeo bull the way he bucked and shook, lifting off the bed, if she hadn't of had such a firm grasp on his stalk he might have taken off. The odd noises he made along with the funny faces nearly made her laugh, but then she would've choked or swallowed the cum pooled in her open mouth. Then she saw the look in his eyes, staring at the cum she had saved, closing her mouth she swallowed, but let a small dribble of cum escape to drip down her chin.

The satiated organ in her hand twitched, not quite dead after all, proving another clichéd move to have some effect, so going for broke, she licked her lips, and junior once more indicated Karl's thoughts. He had willingly agreed to be her test subject when they had talked, she had said it was important they both satisfy their curiosity, and ask questions, and how she needed to know what made guys tick to help the models with their careers.

They snuggled spoon-like on the bed as they talked, till Marta felt junior slide along her butt crack to poke her and leave trails at the base of her spine. She moved to grab the offender, and they tussled on the bed until at last she surrendered and he moved down to eat her again, and again till she could take no more.

Later as they stood at the sinks brushing their teeth, Karl was grateful they could spend these extended times together, rather than some hurried fumble in fear of getting caught, but it would be even better if it could be arranged more often. Having a good wank had really lost it's appeal, it had now just become a way to relieve tension between the times he could be with Marta, but of course now he had some real memories instead of vague images of dream babes floating around in his head.

When Marta suggested they bath together Karl and junior were both up for it, but he asked if she had any less 'girly' soap. This was the point when Marta got to hear the story of Karl's talk with his mum, with Karl glowing bright red, it was amazing how far a blush could extend when you saw someone naked.

“You mean to say your mum has known for two and a half weeks and you didn't think to tell me?”

“Well I mean, well no, well I have told you, anyway we've been going out since August, even if YOU didn't go round telling people, someone is bound to think we've got past holding hands at some point.”

He did have a point, though she didn't know how she was going to face Elena next time they met, putting those thoughts aside she ran naked across the hallway into the boys bathroom to steal a new bar of the ordinary smelling soap which they used.

“Okay soap, anything else, razor, shaving foam, some manly smelling deodorant?”

Ignoring her attempt at humour he considered it might be sensible to keep a bag of his own toiletries here, conversely if she did the same there was only one shared bathroom at his home therefore it wouldn't go unnoticed. He couldn't fathom out why girls would need so many products in a bathroom.

Sitting back in the tub with a wet soapy girl between his legs laying back on his chest as he soaped down her stomach and over her pert gorgeous breasts was absolute heaven. Junior was trapped between them rubbing against her skin as she squirmed under his roaming hands, if someone had come to the door with the winning lottery ticket he would have told them to go away as he was busy.

Slowly one hand drifted lower, finding somewhere interesting to play, with her words of guidance and encouragement he brought her to a climax without the aid of his tongue, but her thrashing splashed a good deal of water about. When she turned to face him she took pity on junior who looked to be in need of attention, so taking the matter in hand she began first to gently wash Karl's cock, then with more purpose went for gold.

She'd thought with them both kneeling down the resulting semen would paint her breasts, but the spurts fell short landing in the water forming a white stringy mess that clung to their skin. Marta decided the bath was not a good place for this, it would have been better in the shower where it would quickly rinse away, with that in mind she suggested they hop into the shower.

Karl loved the feel of Marta's smooth wet soapy skin, not caring where in the bathroom he got to slide his hands over her soft gorgeous body, only first he was told to mop the floor while she cleaned the bath. He didn't complain about the given chore, as he felt he was still getting a bargain.

In the shower Marta wanted to wash her hair, so Karl helped out by running his fingers through her tresses. Her hair came to just below her shoulders in gentle waves, and Karl had not considered this would be as much fun as her skin, but it was sensual and personal in a way he hadn't expected. He thought maybe this was why there were so many gay hairdressers for women, because any straight man would find this way too distracting.

By six-thirty they were dried dressed and down in the lounge listening to music, which is where Ella found them asleep when she came in, they were woken to chants of “sleepy heads, sleepy heads” from the boys, Karl tucked into the corner of the sofa with his arms around Marta who was slumped across his chest.

Ella trying her best not to laugh went through to her kitchen, Igor and Anna would be in soon, as he was picking her up from Irisha's where they had been planning for the Forum tomorrow morning. The girls on one of their trips to the big book store in town had found of all things, an English cook book, then read through several of the recipes with her. This casserole type dish had gone in the oven on a low heat, just before she went to fetch the boys earlier that afternoon.

Beef in Guinness, it had taken a while to find this dark strange foreign beer, the colour of coal, and it had a strong bitter flavour when she had taken a sip during the preparation, but she was not put off, for the process of cooking always changed the ingredients. Lifting the lid on the large oven-dish, it was with some relief she was assailed by a rich pleasing aroma, with the meat so tender it almost fell apart.

Everyone around the table shared their news that evening, while Greg brought up the training wheels again, saying Karl had agreed he'd do it for them if they got permission first. With both youngsters happy, Igor talked of his raise, and of Melenki running the IMC team out of the Squat. Karl feeling he should also take part, told of the latest certification course he'd finished on operating systems, having learned all the official instructions, then he was better able to make up for all it's inherent inadequacies, and security failings.

Anna asked about the new dish her mum hadn't served before, hearing it was one of the meals that they had translated from her latest cook book. It was well liked, without being spicy it still had a full rich flavour, Karl was pleased when Igor asked for seconds, then he didn't feel so greedy asking for some more too.

Igor suspected Karl may have spent some time with Marta before he got home, but wasn't going to ask any questions, he didn't want to go there, besides she seemed happy, in a really good mood. If this lad was responsible for his daughter's good mood, he wouldn't do, or say anything to rock the boat.

Later that evening Anna wanted an update from her sister, hearing her blow by blow account of that afternoon's activities. Though exciting Anna was still unsure of her own feelings, the one thing she did know is she didn't want to have a boyfriend yet, but when she did, it would need to be a guy like Karl, an older sensible boy, one's her own age were just so childish and immature. Getting ready for bed early she adjusted her alarm clock for five in the morning in order to be ready and dressed for school before she logged on for her very first real Forum session.

She had admitted to both Irisha and Marta she was anxious about the Forum opening, but now it was just hours away, to help herself calm down and relax her fingers crept into her cotton panties with her nightshirt hiked up. Her strumming fingers, plus thoughts about her sister's adventures fresh in her mind soon brought the release she was seeking.

Chapter 43

She sat looking at the screen, hers a little different than would be seen by their members, with a row of clocks clicking over in sync, one being the local time, one on GMT, and the remaining four with USA time zones. The larger local clock also had seconds, they had all done a last minute check with Dmitri a while ago, soon it would go live for the first time.

Click, click, click, Zero.

Six AM local time, Dmitri would start, preventing incoming messages until they were ready to begin.

“Hello and welcome, I am the moderator of the 'Talk to the Models Forum' and would like to direct your attention to the rules and guidelines of how to participate in order to have an orderly, polite and enjoyable experience for all involved. The models who have been studying hard so they could take part are eager to talk with you, but also nervous about any mistakes they may make using their new-found skills. Please show a little patience and understanding with regard to any slip-ups, as we hope this will provide the girls with an opportunity to hone their language abilities.”

“Many of our models wished to take part, and some are more proficient than others, as it is not always easy to find English teachers. Over time more of our girls hope to join in if they can learn enough to understand the dialogue in the Forum. I will let today's three young ladies introduce themselves, then the Forum will be thrown open to our Platinum members to participate, while our Gold-plus members will be able to observe the threads of the discussions taking place. Now I will hand over to the girls!”

Anna felt Marta's reassuring hand on her back as she started to type.

“Hello everyone, my name is Natasha, I had my eleventh birthday this week. I have done several photo sets, and two videos so far. One video was when I made cup cakes for some of my friends who are also models, who were coming for a sleepover. The other video was when my older friend Nadia helped me practice to join the cheerleader squad.”

“You can read my bio and that of my friends by following the links from the meet the models page. I'm looking forward to all the things we can talk about, but now I will pass you on to Laura.”

'Laura' did her intro, talking about her two photo sets, the first being with Natasha and repeating some of the blurb from her made-up bio, before handing off to Pasha a girl of fifteen, with four years experience. Her sentences were shorter with some grammatical errors, but not so bad it was hard to read. When she had finished Dmitri came back in his role as moderator to throw the Forum open.

Bogman57 : “Hi girls, been looking forwards to this, when are each of you releasing new photo sets or videos?”

Before anyone could touch a keyboard the string of comments or questions streamed down the page as fast as each member could press the enter key. Dmitri at the office must have had some system to halt the incoming flood, then came online to bring a sense of order to proceedings, saying if the members wanted any answers they would need to give the girls a chance to reply.

Slowly the chaos resolved into threads of understanding, with Dmitri butting in now and again with some warning or comment of his own. It was hoped that after the first week the need for a moderator could be done away with, and the girls would run the show themselves, but in the mean time some of the staff who had been 'practice members' would share between them the post of moderator.

At one point the discussion ranged on the topic of the girls learning English, and they came back with comments on how it would enhance future job prospects, then possibly lead to opportunities to travel abroad when they were older leading to a rash of comments about how welcome many of the members would make them.

When one person asked if Natasha was really a cheerleader, she came back with a witty answer asking if he was really a member, or someone looking to get banned. On the most part after a few initial warnings about what it was permissible to talk about, things settled down, with members flaming others who pushed the envelope.

Laura gave a few members a hard time for using longer or more difficult words that some other girls new to the language would struggle with, explaining they could either talk to the girls, or sit around waiting while they looked up all the words they didn't understand.

Texas-Bob said as it was okay to talk of hobbies, could Natasha tell them about her horse riding. The sisters thought that amusing as now it really was a hobby they both enjoyed, and from her replies, the members could see it was a genuine interest.

Dmitri came on line again thanking everyone for taking part, then listing the names of the models who would be taking part at the same time the next day. The plan was for all the threads to be retained for four or five weeks, so those members taking a vacation could come back and catch up with threads they'd missed, but in the mean time it would be a useful learning resource for the girls yet to join in.

The girls taking part could communicate among themselves via their own private in house channel – the models private chat zone, built like the Forum but only for their access, to talk about the new TTMF (Talk to The Models Forum). The plan was you could leave a message at any time, but there would be a main get together between four and five after school each day, just prior to the 'After school worldwide chat' on the main Forum, and a free for all on the weekends.

At school several of the Studio girls there made allusions to how Anna's day had started, in a way frustrated they couldn't ask outright for fear of someone overhearing, then asking questions they couldn't answer. Anna's upbeat mood, and promise to chat later between four and five, in a way that you could almost see the quotation marks, let them know she would show up on the girls only chat zone. Eve had been practising hard, and was set up at home with a secure laptop, but she was still struggling with English grammar, though now with additional help from Irisha was hoping to join the Forum early in the new year.

General opinion was there would be some crossover between the after school and evening sessions but they were likely to be a different audience from those participants who took part in the morning sessions. The Platinum members would have to read through those live sessions they missed in the same way as the Gold-plus members who were simply passive observers.

That afternoon many girls were logging on just as soon as they got home, looking through the threads of the TTMF while they waited to chat with the three girls who had done that first breakfast shift. The girls most eager to talk with 'Natasha, Laura and Pasha', were the six girls running the next two shifts, the girls doing the next breakfast show would have more examples to learn from.

During the final stages of organising the TTMF there had been a lot of research regarding the price structure, and it had been found far more members would want to take part than was practical. The idea of having two levels had solved the problem, for a majority were content to be lurkers, just observing the interaction, which just left the pricing model for the top band of Platinum members. Rather than cap the number of members who could take part they just set the bar very high, by charging an enormous sum, but also included a vast download allowance within that package.

One topic raised among the girls in their own private chat zone was that the individuals they were talking with, were even more wealthy than all other people with the lower levels of membership. These men would be ranked in the elite of their own society, but with this naughty secret, as they knew their target audience lived in countries that repressed social nudity, and especially the viewing of girls in their age range.

Marta who'd been following the drift of this conversation the girls were having just had a new idea, if she collected any facts or clues about these men, would it be possible for Karl or Boris to work out who they were. Some day in the future it might prove useful to have foreign friends in high places, for those girls that wished to travel.

In with all those useful tips from the women who were her older mentors, Marta was told that the Latin saying “In vino veritas”, the more prosaic translation being that people were likely to tell the truth when drunk, also applied to men talking with a pretty woman. They were liable to let things slip, that is when they weren't outright lying, or over stretching the truth about themselves. A brief call to Dmitri confirmed her thoughts that archiving the entire history of the Forum would cause no problems, and require the minimum of space.

The following day on the girls chat zone, the consensus was that those members joining in on each new session had paged back like the girls themselves, to view the scope and tone of prior threads in order to see what was acceptable, finding which topics they wanted to cover with the girls who were currently taking part. Back at the Studio it was soon hailed a major success for the high revenue generated from a scheme that used relatively little of the girls time, with only a miniscule amount of bandwidth.

Another truth that soon became evident was Svetlana's comment about how the members would find the girls errors or bloopers much more endearing than annoying.

From this observation it became clear that girls who had been waiting in the wings could join in sooner, rather than wait until they had attained a higher standard of competence in their language skills. This proved a popular move as the members liked to help these new girls along.

On Friday Karl took Marta to a matinee showing of a new release at the cinema, picking her up from home as he couldn't leave work early enough to meet straight from school, though it did give Marta time to change, and take a little more time over her make-up. Both teens knew how difficult and embarrassing making out had been the last time they'd been to the pictures, so they held hands, kissed a little and actually watched the film.

Karl had discovered Marta's last gift after he had left her house on Tuesday, walking past the park he had thrust his hands into his coat pockets due to the chill, only to find another of her sealed plastic bags. He needed to adjust himself, as junior had perked up when he found the panties Marta had worn all day at school. He had smiled, pondering if two pairs of panties rated as a collection, or if he needed more stained samples redolent with her musky odour. Leaving him such personal intimate gifts kept her on his mind, especially at night as he breathed in her feminine essence, and these one's were fresh.

During a simple meal after the film they talked of how they might get to spend more time together alone, something they both wanted, but were aware of the practical limitations, and knew not to push their luck by being foolish and risking the freedoms they had been granted. Though junior might disagree Karl also liked going out with Marta, doing teenage 'couple' things together, if only to prove nerds were real people too, and he also loved the reaction from her friends when he turned up at the school gate.

On the way to Marta's house Karl joked his only consolation that evening would be going home to his prized collection of Marta's underwear, she got him back by stating she was going to be wearing thick woollen long-Johns from now until spring time came around. Starting with a trip to the lingerie store that she had a gift voucher for, positive they had the thickest warmest passion killers. Her thick coat made it difficult for him to tickle her.

The weekend started with Ella and Igor taking the boys to the local park so they could ride around the large open space on their newly modified bicycles, demonstrating they were able to ride safely without their training wheels. The girls had booked an early cab taking them out to the stables that day, so they could have a full morning riding, then get home to change, and still spend some time at the Studio.

Once changed into their new apparel, they walked around the stable blocks greeting the large gentle animals, whose breath could be seen in the cold morning air. Talking with the stable girls who cared for the horses, they found the pay was low, but these girls got to take out the privately owned horses that were stabled there on exercise rides, on the days the owners were unable to visit. They needed to get out most days to stay fit and healthy.

They had a wonderful morning riding in an open paddock, then around the indoor arena, learning more about the finer control of the horses, and trying to decide which mounts they would prefer to ride on a regular basis. On the cab ride home Anna admitted asking about the cost of buying and stabling a horse, something that until now had been beyond her wildest imagination, the biggest pet any of their previous classmates had owned was a goldfish!

Amazingly it wasn't such an outrageous idea, because her new TTMF earnings alone would cover the running costs with ease, and payments for the sessions were to be reviewed on a regular basis to ensure the girls got a fair crack of the whip. A reasonable number had signed up from day one, and word was spreading across the regular members forum with feedback from Gold-plus members as to how much they enjoyed viewing this new Forum.

Now as more and more girls were getting connected via the Studio network, Marta had encouraged those girls they had found on their 'skills sweep' that had an interest in drama or writing, to form a literary circle. Promoting ideas for, and writing scripts for their newer style of videos the Studio was now producing. Once bonus payments started showing up on their weekly statements these girls became very keen, collaborating in pairs or groups to polish up their various ideas, then sharing the bounty.

Because of the way the studio was run, people got paid in relation to the contribution they made, and as many of the new ideas originating from the sisters were generating revenue, they got a percentage based on their input. Any English videos, even those which Marta didn't write or direct earned them a tiny royalty, for initially promoting this line of product in the first place, and the Studio was now very busy.

Marta wanted to work on her two Christmas themed sketches, having spoken to Irisha to see if she wanted to partner Anna, and help to polish the script using her more extensive knowledge of the language. Several other Christmas themed video and photo sets were in hand at the Studio, with girls poring in from the provinces to earn some money from their seasonal peak in sales, as members treated themselves to additional downloads.

Anna had wanted to see several people at the Studio that afternoon, and one of the two modelling coaches had asked her to sit in on a meeting with a couple of new girls who had recently signed up. Her FAQ for new models had impressed the woman, and she thought a word from the horses mouth so to speak would give the new girls a boost of confidence.

A little later at the office she shared with her sister, she found Marta and Irisha engrossed in work on scripts, so went and sat with Alina to chat for a while, then plugged into a spare port at her desk to catch up with the private models chat zone. All sorts of subjects were covered, and currently there was a discussion on how one city model had used her earnings to invest in property to improve her savings.

It wasn't a secret among her modelling friends at school about the house project, and it had raised some interest, but none of them knew how to go about making such a move. Anna joined in stating her dad had just done-up a big house, and it had made a handsome profit but the problem had been getting the right building, and having enough money to start the project. It was mainly the brighter forward thinking girls who were now learning language skills, and joining the TTMF, and their private chat zone that had been a spin off from that idea.

Soon it was suggested if a few of them clubbed together on one scheme, they wouldn't even need to get a bank loan, just share the profit amongst themselves. These girls were all to well aware of how short their careers could be, and how badly their families could suffer when those earnings dried up. Within a very short time the idea of an investment club had come into being, they reasoned the more girls involved the lower the individual risk, as they wouldn't have to place their entire savings on the line as Anna had done.

Returning to her own office they looked through the material for the two linked scripts, with the two players trying out a reading. With all three making an input the work was soon complete, with some really good lines for the festive offerings. Anna said ideally they should do both together on the one day, rather than try to recreate the same scene twice. They wouldn't be ready with all the props till the following weekend, but if they could get the go ahead, then they could start preparing for the double shoot straight away.

It was a given that Ivan just rolled over like a teddy bear, next they found out that Oksana was in the complex that day, but she took some finding as she was hiding in the canteen to catch up on some reading between shoots. Next Saturday she was fully booked but if they wanted Sunday she could bump the job booked that day to another date, next they caught up with Andreas the props man and Sergio the camp set dresser, having already told Irisha what absolute fun the man was to work with.

They wanted to continue with the fiction of using the company apartment they had used before in the cheerleader shoot as being Natasha's real home, therefore they would reset all the previous set dressing with the addition of a seasonal theme. Sergio explained for continuity between the two shoots back to back, in order to show time passing, he had a few tricks up his sleeve, and he would start now preparing for the following weekend.

As these new style videos had more of a sense of realism than any of the fantasy Studio productions, they considered the clothes for the shoot should be the normal shop bought items rather than the exotic creations from the Studio workshops. While awaiting the cab they'd called to take them to an area of the city they wanted to shop, they discussed what the two girls should wear. Though Anna had turned eleven, she'd dress down in a way to suggest little girl youth and innocence, to contrast with Irisha's more budding sexuality.

The three girls hit the shops with relish and a sense of purpose, first finding Anna some underwear for the shoot. White cotton briefs with a single teddy bear above the crotch, with a matching little girl pre-bra type of halter top, to emphasize the small swellings of Anna's chest. Irisha settled on a frilly lace panel tie sided pair of panties, not quite a thong as there was a narrow strip of fabric at the back, this was also in white, but it in no way brought to mind the terms innocent or virginal. The matching bra caught Marta's attention as it had a clasp at the front, saying she felt left out, she also brought two similar sets for herself, one in white and the other in black.

Andreas and Sergio between them would take care of the tree and decorations, having been given an outline of the scenes to be filmed, but the girls couldn't resist buying some additional items themselves. Marta pointed out that after the shoot they could get some helpers to carry the tree to Irisha's apartment that was in the next-door building, so that it wouldn't go to waste, therefore she and her mum could enjoy it although it would be fairly early for the festive season.

Despite being the first weekend of December it was hardly reflected in the local shops, any change in window dressing was minimal and cheap, apart from a few of the high end stores, and only one or two of them would have an in store Ded-Moroz, or Santa Claus as he was called in the west. Rather than any vast commercial change, it was generally the colder weather, and the charitable organisations out on the streets trying to garner funds for the destitute and homeless over the winter season that marked the coming of the New Year and Christmas.

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For historic reasons the old Julian calendar held sway due to the influence of the Orthodox Church in eastern Europe which was thirteen days behind the Gregorian calendar, used in Europe and North America, and therefore the Ukrainians celebrated Christmas on the 7th of January, thirteen days later than the rest of the Catholic world. Although they used the same calender as everyone else, many holidays and feast days still remained out of kilter due to this tradition.

New Year's Day was the main holiday of the year for most Ukrainians, if they could, they would decorate the New Year Tree, cook festive dinners, buy presents, and go out to join in New Year's parties, that would be held not only at the end of December, but also in the first two weeks of January. This bright holiday, loved by people of all ages, but especially by the children, in that Ded-Moroz, or Santa Claus, came on New Years Eve to put gifts under the tree, if of course they hadn't been naughty in the old year.

Christmas wasn't openly celebrated under the Soviets during the greater part of the 20th century and was only now starting to be resurrected. On 6th of January, Christmas Eve, many families gather for Sviata Vecheria (Holy Supper). The traditional meals included are kutia (home-made bread with honey and red poppies), borsch (beet soup), vushka (dumplings filled with mushrooms and onions), a variety of fish, vareniki (dumplings filled with cabbage, potatoes, or prunes), and holubtsi (stuffed cabbage). Gradually these older customs like Kolyadki (masked children going door-to-door to receive candy in exchange for traditional songs and jokes) was starting to be revived.

The Ukrainians who are fond of celebrating holidays, strictly observed the traditions of Orthodox and Soviet holidays, and readily accepted Western holidays like St. Valentines Day, Halloween, St. Patrick's Day and so on. When a holiday falls on a non-work day, a Saturday or Sunday, the nearest Friday or Monday is a day-off.

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Due to these various anomalies it looked to them as if other cultures were celebrating on the wrong dates, though with Marta's interest in history, she explained to the others how this had come about, and how really they were now the odd ones out, and maybe over time they might in the future change. Anna thought it a better idea to celebrate Christmas on both dates, and New year, and have presents on all three dates, though Marta said not to suggest that idea to their brothers.

They completed their shopping for the day, then called the cab company for a car to pick them up, dropping off Irisha on their way home. It had been a long and busy day, and both sisters were ready for an early night.

As Marta prepared for bed she agonised over the gift she had brought for Karl's upcoming birthday next Friday, it was rare for men other than criminals or the very wealthy to wear much in the way of jewellery, other than watches or sometimes wedding rings. She had considered clothing, but was doubtful what to get him, so when they got to a bicycle shop she had gone in on a whim hoping something might catch her eye.

Karl liked to get out on his bike, often cycling to work if the weather wasn't too bad, and in the summer he had told her he went off into the local countryside. Once the proprietor knew she was looking for a gift somewhat beyond a new bell or cycle pump, he showed her a range of trip computers. She opted for the deluxe model, with all the functions, and a memory that you could download onto your PC.

Later when Irisha was out of earshot Anna had suggested she get Karl something really important like a tongue grooming kit! Marta went bright red and couldn't come back with an answer to her sister's cheeky comment, but thought to herself his tongue was perfect as it was, even if any such product existed.

Marta drifted off to sleep that night with pleasant thoughts of her boyfriend, though her slumber would have been less restful had she known of her mum's phone call earlier that afternoon. Ella knew of Karl's birthday the following week, so had phoned Elena to invite them over for a meal on either the Friday or Saturday evening, because as yet their only contact had been the occasional brief phone conversation. Knowing that his home was relatively small by comparison, it would be far simpler to invite Karl's family to their house for a get together and celebration.

Though anxious to meet the family of her son's girlfriend, she didn't like to impose, saying to Ella it didn't seem right that all the work should fall to her, in order to host a party for her daughter's boyfriend. That issue was resolved by Elena taking up the offer to spend the whole day, and help Ella prepare the celebratory meal, with the added benefit they could get to know one another first, with the kids in question out of the way.

There followed some awkward moments as Ella was unaware if Elena knew the extent of their children's intimate relationship, not wanting to give the impression that either her own daughter was of easy virtue, or imply that Elena's son was a despoiler of young girls. Elena guessing the difficulty that lay behind the now stilted dialogue broke in to say she was aware of the nature of the relationship between their offspring, and then spoke of her own chat with Karl to ensure he had not put any undue pressure on Marta.

Now the air had been cleared the women both felt easier about the subject, Elena saying that Ella's modern stance in providing a safe outlet for their kids to explore their growing relationship had been a brave and bold move which had stunned her son. They had been talking for nearly an hour when Ella noticed the clock stating it was time for her to think of preparing supper for her hungry hoard, and that they should talk again later in the week.

Karl was sitting at his desk, books open, when he heard a tapping on his door, in a panic he had a sudden feeling of deja-vu, he invited her in, knowing it was his mum, she sat on his bed while he tried to figure out if he was in trouble. Instead it was news that they had been invited round to have a birthday supper next Saturday with Marta's family.

He felt a mixture of relief and trepidation at the news, that both sets of parents would be staring down their necks all evening, still they all had to meet up sooner or later, it was not something they could put off indefinitely. At least this wasn't as embarrassing as the last time his mum had sat in that same place.

“Ella and I had a nice long chat this afternoon.” Shit, is it about to go down hill?

“We got along very well, such a practical level headed woman, I'm sure we're going to be great friends.” As she got up to leave she turned with one final comment.

“It will be okay if you want to invite Marta round here; even if your father and I are out.”

Was he in a parallel universe, or had his mum just been replaced by the pod people?

Chapter 44

Valya had called Anna Sunday afternoon about fitting a banking job in on the Monday or Tuesday evening, as the popular classroom backdrop which had been set up in studio one was due to come out on Wednesday after a run of nearly four weeks. What with Anna's drama class, and Marta's traditional dance class after school on Mondays, time would be tight, so it was decided to plump for the Tuesday to do the shoot. Valya suggested they go for pigtails, and paint on some freckles just for a laugh, then talked about liaising with the booking manager and costume department for the right outfit.

Valya was calling between sets while waiting for her next model whose intricate hair style was being completed. Anna talked about her early start, having done her second stint that morning on the Forum, as a girl from a rural district who had been scheduled for that morning had connection issues, causing the whole timetable to be revised. They posted on the site a bunch of silly and imaginative reasons as to why they were making the changes, some being obvious spoofs, others being more realistic.

Tuesday was rapidly becoming Karl's favourite day of the week, a brief call from Marta on Monday confirmed that her mum would be taking the boys around to see Nana Olga and Gramps straight from school, then staying for supper, Anna would be revising with a friend before coming home, while her dad would be in a meeting over at the Squat after work.

Karl didn't need to leave work too early as they had from four-thirty till six o'clock free as Anna wasn't due back until half past, when she would just have time for a quick wash and change before heading for the Studio.

Marta had only done this a few times before, or maybe more accurately that should be, it had only been done to her on a few other occasions when she had been much younger. She greased the end of the probe, and tried to relax then pushed, next she released the flow of warm solution into her bowels slowly. She hadn't liked the thought of having an enema, though failing to do the job properly didn't bare thinking about, as she wanted this birthday surprise to go well, therefore covering Karl junior in poo wouldn't be very nice.

Despite the discomfort she went for a second flush, then applied plenty of the anal lube up inside her bum. At the chemist's when she'd bought the enema kit, she had seen the lubricant hoping the young assistant would think it was all part of the same paraphernalia, not for actual real reason she had brought the product. The fan was on but she lit some candles in the bathroom as well, then made the rest of her preparations for his arrival.

Rather than risk getting all sweaty Karl had left his bike at home, taking the Metro into work, then to Marta's house, though he had given his pits a quick wash and a squirt of deodorant before leaving work. Marta looked a little flushed when she greeted him at the door, and she also seemed a little on edge, which he thought was odd as he expected her now to feel comfortable with their naked romps, after-all he had seen her all over, and kissed all of her erogenous zones that he could find.

The initial impression soon melted away as they hugged there in the hallway kissing as if they'd been parted for weeks. When they came up for air she pulled him into the kitchen for a snack, as it was a standing joke about fuelling him up for the exertions to come.

Up in her room she was now feeling more confident, as she started to help him undress, then as he returned the favour she smiled at the brief look of consternation as he felt for the catch on her bra. She stood in the puddle of her dress as he stepped back to examine the clasp which held closed her new bra, with that successfully mastered he dropped to his knees to lower her panties only to find the side ties that released her last garment.

He wanted to eat her straight away, but Marta insisted she wanted to play with junior first, and Karl was not going to argue, having anticipated this all day it took a massive effort on his part to hold out as long as he did. Sitting on the edge of the bed with her holding his cock, licking all over and playing gently with his balls. Again she was having her own little conversation with junior telling him what a lucky boy he was, Karl couldn't help agreeing, as she took him into her mouth.

He fell back onto his elbows watching as his every fantasy came to life, her looking in his eyes as she gradually took more and more into her mouth, as he gripped the bed cover tightly in his fists. Marta had taken to eating a lot of fruit recently, often taking a banana to her room when she did her homework, and now it was paying off.

She nearly choked as she began to swallow, not from the length or bulk of junior, which was very respectable from what she could gather from her research, but it was the look in his eyes, and the gasps between inarticulate noises, that was enough to make her laugh.

Like the cat that ate the canary, she was grinning up at him, his cock buried to the root, she had exceeded her last amazing blow-job, which he hadn't thought possible.

This was too much, his stuttered warning was not unexpected as she felt his sack in her hand, quickly withdrawing to catch his seed in her mouth, sure that she would choke if it splashed straight into her throat. With the last pulse she carefully nursed the final dregs of his cum before letting him go, sitting back on her heels, and deliberately licking her lips.

He had collapsed back onto the bed, then Marta moved up to hug him, his heartbeat loud in her ear as she rested on his chest, a smile on her lips. He summoned up the strength to pull her up for a kiss, now used to his taste and smell on her breath, remembering that first time and his initial reluctance at kissing her, but now kissing troubled neither of them after pleasuring the other with their mouth.

The lassitude brought on by such a powerful release, was soon overcome by youth, and the joy of reacquainting himself with the smooth contours of her body, hands moving and lips questing as he sought his goal. He pulled her towards the edge of the bed, so he could kneel, placing her thighs over his shoulders as he began his approach to her centre.

Nibbling and licking at those places at the back of her thighs that brought on such a vocal response from his willing victim, as he slowly teased her. He could see how worked up she had become as her shiny fluids had run down to glaze her little star, as her moved forward towards his destination. As he began to lap up her essence he thought back to what he'd read on how the fluids of a girl would change during her cycle, as yet he didn't have the experience, but would be willing to taste her every day to find out. On second thoughts not 'every' day, but he would need to find these things out.

After a sterling performance on his part, Marta could take no more. Pleased with himself he went to snuggle beside her in the afterglow, talking softly and kissing, Karl very happy with his little pre-birthday treat, still wondering how to bring up the conversation he'd had with his mum on Saturday. With their bodies so closely entwined Marta nibbled at his ear whispering, which now totally cleared his mind of any other rational thought.

Gina who she was going to study science with, lived in diametrically the opposite direction on the Metro system, but they could still get in an hour of study before heading home to wash and change for tonight's shoot. When they got to her block they found engineers were working on the lifts, and as her friend lived on the twelfth floor Anna decided that the joint study session would have to wait for another night as she really didn't need that much exercise prior to a busy evening, so she set off for home.

Anna had her key out but saw the front door wasn't properly closed, worried she opened the door quietly, looking round there was no sign of anyone on the ground floor, so she crept up the stairs, avoiding the one that creaked. As she approached her sisters room she could hear noises, was it a burglar, or was her sister in trouble? Just as she went to open the door she realised what was happening as Marta called out Karl's name.

Of course everyone was meant to be out, and she wasn't due home yet, she crept silently on to her own room, burning with curiosity about what was happening just such a short distance away. Leaving her coat and backpack on the bed she gave Mr Bear a stroke then turned to the bathroom door.

They never locked their doors to the shared bathroom, they still occasionally bathed there together, and even if one of them was using the toilet it wasn't an issue, she'd even seen her sister change pads or tampons, which she thought was more gross, something she wasn't really looking forward to. She could listen, Marta wouldn't mind, she moved toward the far door which was ajar. Anna suppressed a gasp as she glimpsed them through the narrow gap.

Marta was on all fours on the bed with Karl kneeling up behind her, moving slowly to and fro as the pair of them made odd noises and groans.

“Hold still for a bit, let me get used to the size... Okay, play with my clit and push slowly.”

Anna couldn't believe it Marta had made a promise!

“God you're so tight, I cant believe you suggested this, you didn't have to, but I'm glad you did, your bum is just incredible.”

At the same time as his remark he had pulled back far enough that she could see a part of his cock, the part she couldn't see was stuck in her sister's bum, it sure looked odd with that pole in it. She had seen pictures of cocks, the only real ones she had seen, belonging to her little brothers, but this was big and stiff exactly as Marta had described.

“Without that blow-job, I would have cum by now, I'm glad I've got such a smart caring girlfriend, what did I do to deserve you?”

Marta didn't so much answer, she just made sounds of encouragement.

Spellbound at the door Anna was amazed how shiny his cock looked, until they had shifted a little, and she saw he was wearing one of those condom things, looking to the bedside table, she saw the opened pack by a bottle she didn't recognise, and a pack of wet wipes. Fascinated she couldn't take her eyes from the scene in front of her, two glowing sweaty bodies in motion, Karl's hands touching her sister's boobs, and on her pussy.

When Karl said he was getting close, Marta's head dropped down, as her own hand went between her legs to hasten her finish, it was on seeing this that Anna realised where her own hand was; inside her panties rubbing herself. She bit her lip trying not to make any noise as she viewed the horny pair on the bed speed towards a climax.

The look on his face had been priceless, when she had told him of the surprise she had in store for him, he had even been so gallant as to ask if she was sure she wanted to take that step. Assured that Marta was ready, and had prepared for the event in advance, it didn't take long to dress junior for the grand opening of Marta's back door.

Still in shock he looked on as she carefully tore open the condom wrapper, then unfurled the thin latex down to the base of his cock, it felt strange but caused no discomfort, to think his cock was about to go where 'no man had gone before' that was awesome. Thinking about it he was also the only guy that she had ever blown, and one day if he didn't mess up then maybe they would loose their virginity together as well.

Her hands gripping him felt a little different as she spread some lube over the condom, then she got down on all fours looking back over her shoulder telling him to go really slow to start with. Her position gave him a guilty thrill as it was so reminiscent of young Anna's signature pose in her photo sets, he could just see in a few years time their dad would be beating boys back with a stick. With one hand on her hip he placed himself against her little puckered entrance, the wobbly tip on the condom folding over as he lined up leaning forwards to push against the target, and so close to her ultimate prize.

Nothing was happening and he slid away from her entrance a few times until Marta managed to relax her tight sphincter, and he gained a slight bridgehead as she took a breath, then concentrated on the control she needed to allow him in. Karl was tempted just to surge ahead, but the thought of hurting her kept him in check, slowly easing in, listening to what Marta said and the little noises she made as he progressed.

He let her know how happy she made him, and talked through the initial penetration to ensure he wasn't moving too fast, glad of the earlier blow-job, but sure his own endurance was now getting better with practice, even if he did wish the practice was more frequent.

When at last he was all the way in the pressure around the base of his cock was really strong, as if her ass could almost bite it off, but as he moved the ring of muscle ran back and forth along his cock with their motion. He wanted to do everything at once, looking along the length of her back he wanted to lean down and gather her in his arms, and at the same time look down to see his cock sliding in and out of her body, but instead he let his hands roam over her, stoking her skin, and caressing her breasts that seemed larger in this position.

He was rapidly approaching the end, until going over old chess games or thinking of computer code was not going to slow the inevitable, so he warned Marta he was on the short strokes. Her changing position helped to delay his climax, and her fingers took over playing with her clit, gritting his teeth he held out for as long as he could, until he began to feel contractions inside her, as he had done when his fingers had been in her pussy before when she had climaxed. The dam burst and he pumped out shot after shot into her hot ass, the feeling on his cock was like an exquisite torture as her insides did wonderful things in her throws of passion.

They fell over onto their sides still connected Karl hugging her from behind, Marta shocked at the power of her climax as in truth she hadn't expected she would cum with junior stuck up her back passage. She had been curious of course, and wanted to try something new, and it had been opportune timing to give Karl a personal birthday gift she was sure he would love.

In the afterglow of their coupling she was feeling snug and content as a brief movement at the bathroom door caught her attention. Her heart almost skipped a beat, then she calmed herself, Anna must have come home early and caught them out, but she wouldn't interrupt, she had just been curious, wanting to see first hand what she had heard about over these past weeks.

Karl's cock had felt enormous going in, granted it was a lot larger than an enema nozzle, but the sensation of something that large pushing in rather than pushing out had felt real weird at first, and she had almost panicked. The fact she had seen pictures and even a fair few videos on the internet of girls younger than herself had helped give her the necessary confidence to even attempt anal sex in the first place. Valya had told them she often got horny when on her period and indulged in anal, even talking through how best to prepare for doing it with the least possibility of a nasty mess.

Marta looked up to Valya as a role model, such a self assured woman, able to dole out good advice, and confident in her own abilities, so good at inspiring the young girls who she worked with at the Studio. On a change of tack she felt the cock in her bum start to loose it's firmness, and though she loved the way Karl was nuzzling at her neck felt they should make a move and clean up for the 'arrival' of her little sister.

Her bum didn't feel sore, maybe a little tender once the invader had been withdrawn, she could imagine without the lube it could be a very unpleasant experience, the condom on his wilting cock did not appear stained, just slimy from the lube. Looking at his stuff filing the end, it seemed to be far less than she had envisaged on the occasions when he had cum in her mouth.

Covering the condom in tissues considering where it had been, she removed and bagged it up using a few of the wet wipes she had ready on the bedside table. Kissing Karl she said she wanted a few moments alone in the bathroom first, colouring a bit with her comment, stating she would call him shortly and they could share a shower.

In fairness she would feel awkward wiping her bum with him looking on, but her main reason was to check the coast was clear first. Closing her bedroom door she could detect a faint hint of female arousal that was not her own. The other door was closed, but Marta couldn't be sure if it had been Anna earlier, peeking in her sister's room it was empty, but Anna's coat and pack were sitting on the bed. With a smile she closed that door and had a quick clean-up before the promised shower.

In an afternoon full of surprises Karl found his favourite brand of shower gel now hung up below the rack of girly products inside the shower. Marta said they should hurry today as her sister would be home soon, so there were no games this time. Soon they were done, dried, with teeth brushed, ready to dress and go downstairs. In the hall outside Marta's room they heard the shower in the boys bathroom, and Marta said Anna must be in there as they'd been using her usual bathing facilities.

Karl looked embarrassed as good as caught, if Anna had known the pair of them had been in the bathroom together, but Marta gave him 'that look' letting him know how daft he was being, as Anna was well informed about their relationship.

Anna hadn't cared much for the boys range of toiletries, but later she would have another shower when she got home that evening, or a bath with Marta as she got the full story of the latest developments with Karl. She found them at the kitchen table Marta on Karl's lap as she fed him bites of sweet roll, looking up as she entered she thought it cute the way he blushed. She nearly said something to tease him, but didn't want to upset Marta, so she just gave him a wink and asked if they had left her any snacks.

Without saying how long she had been home, Anna mentioned she hadn't spent as much time with Gina as expected because she didn't want to risk being late for the photo shoot. Marta had readied their Studio backpacks, loaded with all the usual stuff, plus some props and nibbles for later, so they sat talking while waiting for the cab to turn up. Karl would take the Metro home when their car arrived, the girls unwilling to use train while it would be so crowded with commuters, especially with Anna travelling commando.

Marta felt a twitch from an already reinvigorated junior that she happened to be sitting on when he heard that piece of information, and jokingly chided her sister for putting images like that into Karl's head. Anna said how it didn't really matter as there were plenty of her images on the Studio servers that Karl had access to anyway. Anna enjoying Karl's obvious discomfort said he should be like John, in that it was okay to look at other girls, providing he only did stuff with his girlfriend. Karl unaware of the original quote was told that John's wife often said 'I don't mind you getting hungry at work providing you come home to eat'.

Now both Karl and Marta were looking a little red, as Karl was quite proficient at eating Marta, much to her delight. The young couple were glad to be saved by the bell as the cab had shown up to whisk the girls off to the shoot. With a kiss and a wave Karl was off to the station, and the girls got into their cab. The driver as one of the older men at the company had seniority so got first pick of the jobs, and he liked doing runs for the Studio, in particular these two girls who were always very polite, unlike some of the people that he picked up around the business district, or those damn city officials.

As he drove through the early evening commuter traffic he smiled seeing the two girls in his rear mirror whispering together behind their hands, probably exchanging schoolgirl secrets like his granddaughters. Despite their family being account customers they were always good tippers, it was still talked about by the lads of the time back in August when there had been a party, and the two drivers made more in one day than they'd normally made in two weeks.

They signed his docket, slipped him a tip and thanked him by name, he suspected they knew all their regular drivers by name, he told them he was going off shift when they asked so they would have another driver for the journey back home later. He waited until they were safely inside until he drove away, this modern businesses park looked safe enough but he liked to be sure. As he left to head home, he mulled over what he had heard back at the office, drivers happy about the increase in evening trips to and from the Studio, right throughout the week.

They stopped for a brief chat with the receptionist who was on this evening, then went to the salon to find out what was in store for Anna from tonight's style sheet. One of the staff grabbed Marta's hand taking her to the seat next to her sister, berating her for not looking in earlier to keep her hair in check. Several conversations flowed on around them as the two girls sat there being trimmed and pampered, Marta catching some remarks on how some girl had made such a fuss about a little bikini waxing, unaware that the salon's services extended that far.

She had noted in gym class some of the Studio girls, and a few of those who were known to come from wealthy families sported very neat pubic areas, some showing more obvious indications they had trimmed or shaped, and she had even seen two girls who had gone the whole way like Valya. Marta pondered the possibility, was she brave enough, would Karl like it, and how much effort would it take to maintain, well at least she had a subject to discuss with Valya this evening.

Marta like most girls fretted about her development, it seemed so unfair that for girls the spread of age range when it occurred was so wide, one model at their Studio had started budding at eight, her breasts growing quite rapidly, with her periods starting when she was nine and a half. This girl was now just a little older than Anna, but had a body most girls five years older would envy, but this had been brought about by a condition known as precocious puberty. On the other hand she knew of girls at seventeen having hardly any visible development, and she felt for them, in that it seemed they had such a raw deal.

Thinking on these lines she felt rather lucky being about average, or maybe a little late on the curve, but she was happy with her breasts that had been shaping up quite nicely, at least Karl was very keen on them. Marta suspected very soon she would move from a respectable A cup where she was now to a size B, but doubtfully any bigger if her mum was any indication to go by. With her hair freshly styled, her face no longer an issue, and feeling generally good about her body, at least she could be confident among her peers, but then Marta sold herself short, not realising what others saw in her.

Valya came in accompanied by one of the models who went to the other main school, there was a round of greeting as the new girl with her mum in tow got settled in for her makeover for the set she would be shooting that evening. When Anna was done they went into the studio to start work on Anna's make up, Valya having fun adding deliberate fake freckles that were meant to look fake, in the role of a parody comic book schoolgirl.

Her hair was in to bunches like pigtails gone wild, with a sense of disarray, but still held in place with the sort of white lacy material often worn by female students on celebrations and holidays, with a similar decoration on one wrist. She wore a short pleated skirt, an open blouse only held together as the ends were knotted, plus the obligatory school tie.

The outfit was rounded out by long white knee socks, and white cotton panties with pale coloured stripes, other than the freckles, make up had been kept to a minimum, no nail polish, and just a hint of lip gloss and blusher, going for the young innocent look with just a hint of wild St Trinian's schoolgirl. John was running late but had phoned to say he was on his way, so Anna made her normal bathroom break to apply her additional make up.

Sitting on the toilet with her panties puddled at her feet Anna stared at her pussy, from her earlier activities it still looked a little darker pink than normal despite an hour or more having passed, and it didn't look like she would be needing to add her patent make up as it seemed wet enough by itself. Earlier she'd really had to bite her lip to stop from making a noise, as she had watched the scene in her sister's room. Anna now had a new term for her favourite activity, she had heard it called Jilling-off, as the male equivalent apparently was called Jacking-off.

A knock on the door broke her musings on the subject, and she licked her fingers before pulling up her panties to get on with the show. Anna noted the costume panties from the Studio workshop provided for each set were often hand made, and rarely had a gusset liner like normal shop bought panties, meaning any wetness showed through easily, and if pulled up, were likely to form a camel-toe, which she suspected was done deliberately.

In their usual fashion the banter started between John and Anna, her chiding him for his lateness, stating she was a whole year older than when he had last taken her pictures, so she didn't want her fans to miss out on watching her grow up. John had photographed six other models on this set, so they talked about ideas to make her set somehow fresh or different from the others. Anna suggested she make more use of the blackboard, chalking up some school type work in English, that would provide a more tangible link between her videos, and her recent work on the TTMF.

With her back to the camera she began writing, then of course dropped the chalk to make for some fine photographic opportunities of tight thin cotton panties stretched across her fine taught buttocks, with a hint of her vulva pressed against the thin material. As Anna worked through her ideas for posing among the available props, John noted that her skin either side of the gusset had more of a rosy glow today, and as he zoomed in saw a thin line of wetness staining the crotch, crossing the horizontal lines of the fabric pattern.

Marta blushed during the quite background conversation by the make-up table, as Valya had asked how Karl was. After a few false starts Marta told her older mentor of the new development that had happened just a short time ago that afternoon, and how surprised Karl had been. Valya wanted to check that it had been Marta's decision, and if she was feeling any discomfort from her first experience of anal sex. A smiling Marta admitted she had enjoyed it, even had an orgasm, which she hadn't expected, and thanked Valya for all the invaluable information about how to do it the right way.

After a full and frank discussion on the ins and out's of anal sex Marta brought up another subject that was her next topic of interest that she thought Valya could help with, seeing as how Valya maintained a pube free mound of Venus. Marta had explained although she did not have a thick bush compared with other girls her age, it covered a wider area than some, so she had at times resorted to a little trim with scissors to wear anything other than the broadest of panties, not having felt confident enough to shave her pubic hair.

She wanted to wear other styles but felt she needed to go on to the next level, of either waxing or shaving, but needed advice on how to proceed, and the maintenance issues involved with the available options.

Valya explained the correct term was depilation, having been practised by some cultures for hundreds or even thousands of years, at one time by plucking the hairs, and then in more recent times by shaving. Modern women tended to prefer either depilatory creams or waxing, but for long term results it was possible to use electrolysis or laser treatment.

Marta was interested in the pros and cons of the options available, with Valya stating her preference was to wax, but it was normally quite bad the first time, which dissuaded many women to continue with that method. Valya said that the permanent solutions were time consuming, taking many sessions to complete the job and they were very expensive, but last year she had paid out having the V of her pubic hair narrowed by electrolysis, and Alex had recently offered to pay for laser therapy in order that she would no longer need to have a monthly waxing on the remaining triangle.

Since starting at her new school and mixing with the models in her age group Marta had started shaving her legs, and for now she could get by with once or sometimes twice a week, hearing older girls usually did their legs every two or three days. Now it didn't take too long at the end of her bath or shower, but she had been daunted to try the same with her pubic bush, keen to seek expert advice first.

Valya went to a commercial salon, but the salon here at the Studio had a private room where some of the older models had their pubic topiary maintained to a style of their choice, and Valya had even offered to go with her to speak with the lady who specialised in helping the girls obtain the look they required.

Anna had a few new tricks she wanted to try for this shoot, ideas she had picked up from her recent forays into the bulletin boards and forums in the backwaters of the web where every kink was catered for. She sat feet together, knees flat to the carpet as she slowly pulled each sock off in a way she had seen women remove their stockings, or the way Japanese schoolgirls did with their long loose socks. In one set of poses she could include leg, feet, and panty fetish fans with images they would like, she even brought one foot up to her face, then pretend it didn't smell very nice by wrinkling her nose.

John as always encouraged Anna, a girl who forever seemed to have a fresh take with each appearance before the camera, which he was sure came from the studies both the sisters made of modelling in it's many guises. This set was a little more feisty than any of her previous photo shoots, really bringing forth the spirit of naughty schoolgirl, by far hers was the best use of this backdrop to date. The area visible either side of the narrow panty crotch seemed flushed, and the wet stain along the centre was growing more noticeable.

Much of their banter was just that, he now rarely gave Anna any verbal directions, it was more akin to working with a much older model, in the almost empathic way a gesture or nod would speak volumes between them. She toyed with the panties for a while in that stretching them out gave brief enticing glimpses of what lay hidden, then leaving them on for the moment, she then went on to loosen her school tie, next Anna slowly played with the knotted ends of her blouse letting it hang open to show her nascent breasts.

Anna was amused seeing John turn away trying to discretely rearrange the bulge in his trousers as they stopped to take a break in the set, but they were both professionals, and she knew it was the natural consequence of her display, that she should accept it as a tribute to a job well done. Her talk some time back with Valya had settled the issue for Anna, and she would never mention the elephant in the room, not wishing to do anything that would ruin the great partnership they shared, positive that she would never gain the same rapport with another photographer either male or female.

Noting the halt on set Marta stopped her tale regaling the private episodes she had spent with Karl, and his unselfish bedroom manner and willing tongue.

Sitting on her stool at the make-up table for a fruit juice and a snack Anna became acutely aware of the dampness now apparent in her panties, but kept in mind Valya's first ever words of advice, “A naughty twinkle in the eye as if you know what they are thinking as they look at your photo – and pussy, definitely - a wet pussy, those are the secrets that bring guys back to order each new set of a girl that catches their eye”. Well she surely had a wet pussy for this set, even if it was held back for her second incarnation.

During the usual break time chatter both John and Valya were interested to find out the inside story on the TTMF which was not yet a week old, but those girls who had so far taken part were keeping in touch among themselves, and with those who were scheduled to take part, across their own private chat zone. There the girls discussed how to deal with awkward questions, and how to hand out gentle rebukes to avoid outright bans for those who were misbehaving. The general consensus was talking to real foreigners helped to sharpen their language skills, with the need to think on their feet with quick answers.

Before returning to the set Marta handed over some additional props which they'd brought with them, a skipping rope and a yo-yo for a few action shots, plus a paper bag with a small selection of sweets. Her movements when skipping caused the blouse to part more, and her hair to fall into greater disarray, then after playing with the yo-yo Anna looked into the bag of sweets.

The first item was a white hard candy stick with a red end, clearly a fake cigarette which she pretended to smoke, thus hitting another fetish, then there was a large disk shaped lolly of which she took long languid licks while looking sideways at the lens as John got in close. There was a round of laughter when she held out the bag offering John a sweety in a clear parody of the classic dirty old man line. None of Anna's actions were as blatantly sexual as the moves pulled by the older models, but this was setting a new benchmark for ticking many of the boxes for various minority interests.

Anna sat on the floor against a bookcase with her legs slightly parted, knees up as she started to remove the panties, John's clicking camera following every move as she raised her bottom to pull the fabric free. The skimpy cotton panties moved slowly up her thighs towards her knees, till a tight shot framed her face in close with the inside-out garment with the damp line easily on show, John switching back and forth between regular frontal and semi-profile shots for the whole sequence.

The descent down her shapely calfs followed, then grasping the scrap of material between finger and thumb she held it up before tossing it away. John wanting to capture the action shot retrieved the panties several times so her position and the pose remained unchanged as he surreptitiously discovered for himself the wetness was real not an escape of pee, as not too many girls her age showed much in the way of lubrication. He did feel a sense of shame as if he'd betrayed the trust between them, for he had seen how wet Anna got on previous shots, but an opportunity like this hadn't presented itself before.

His action hadn't gone unobserved as he had thought, for on the last occasion he handed them back Anna grasped his hand around the small item and thanked him, winking, then told him in a whisper that she had been feeling excited all afternoon. Her quiet words and genuine smile showed him that she'd not viewed his action as out of order, just a naughty secret between close friends. His relief was palpable, for to loose her trust would've made their amazing working relationship untenable.

As they worked through the remainder of the set John felt as if their bond had reinforced, and not been irretrievably broken as he had for a moment feared. When it came to Anna's signature pose she tried several variations as the hanging blouse tended to spoil the shot until John moved a light causing a shadow of her small breast to be cast on the hanging material as seen from the three-quarter rear view where he had positioned the camera.

The set came to an end with Marta preparing to help Valya remove her sister's make up, and lay out her normal clothes, so neither saw the full byplay as Anna offered the sweets bag to John again. As a joke there was a small bar of milk chocolate for John in the bag, and as he retrieved it, she looked down below his belt then back up to his eyes, full of mischief she said to tell his wife it was a present from Anna.

John knew full well she didn't mean the chocolate!

Chapter 45

That night they did share a bath, where the main topic had been about Marta's first trial of anal sex, and her pleasant revelation that it had proved much better than she had hoped. Anna apologised for spying on them, saying she was unable to resist, and how at first she had thought they were doing real sex, until Karl backed out, and she heard the comments between them. She went on to say how exciting it had been to watch, and that she had played with herself before hardly realising where her fingers had ended up.

Marta said that was called voyeurism, which in a way described the relationship of the web site members enjoying photos of all the models, just one step further removed. After a full account of Marta's latest adventure they went over their usual post mortem of Anna's most recent studio shoot, Marta admitting she missed much of it while talking to Valya.

Now it was Anna's turn to get personal, in that her self pleasuring shortly prior to the shoot had resulted in her own natural wet look which had not needed the addition of her doctored solution to provide any wetness. Both girls were eager to see John's proofs when he'd whittled the set to it's final form, keen to see how it compared to earlier sets where artifice had been used to archive a 'natural' wet look. If Anna's results from the new set showed an improvement over the other sets Anna would be having an appointment with her fingers in preparation for all future photo or video shoots.

Later getting ready for bed Marta reviewed the information and advice from Valya upon the subject of pube control. First off her skin would still be too young and delicate for electrolysis or laser treatments, besides they were supposed to be permanent solutions, and shaving the denser area of growth would be a different issue than shaving her legs. Waxing though it made her wince at the thought, would probably be the way to go.

If she tried it out on a monthly schedule, the best time would be just after her period as that was when the a girl's pain threshold was purported to be at it's highest, and the good thing was that when it regrew, it was as fine new hairs, not bristling stubble. Checking her calender, that would be possibly Saturday, or more likely Sunday the weekend after next that would be the first day she could book an appointment.

She would need to take a shower, then a pain pill about an hour before going to the salon, and she would need to check if they wanted her to cut her pubes down to length or if the therapist herself would do that prior to the waxing. The hair needed to be about 5mm long, then there was a list of do's and don'ts for afterwards, like not to go swimming or sunbathing for the first two days, as if anyone could sunbathe in December!

Assuming she survived the procedure, and could face it again, and Valya said subsequent visits got easier, it was a matter of if her rate of hair growth cooperated in that she had the necessary length of new hair at the same point in her cycle each month to do it at the same time. Waxing the week before your period was reckoned to be about the worst time, so that was why she was delaying, she had the best advise and planned to use it.

Her pubic hair had started to grow when she was about eleven and a half, and at the time it had seemed like a sign of oncoming maturity, but it had not been until recently she had changed her views about the mat of growth around her crotch.

Having a bare pussy would have been a fun thing to do in time for Karl's birthday, but she wasn't doing it just for him, though from Valya's comments it was supposed to encourage reluctant pussy eaters, and drive keen pussy eaters wild – goody!

She hadn't said anything to him on the subject, so he wouldn't know of the delay in her plans, and he was sure to like the new look if her research so far was anything to go by.

Using pads overnight during her period she found was quite gross, so that would be an improvement, being less messy and more hygienic, and her pubic hair although not thick, was spread out quite wide. She would no longer feel limited in her choice of undies, or when it came to choosing new swimsuits next summer, but she was yet to decide if she wanted the full Brazilian, or to leave a small landing strip as both appealed to her.

She had overheard some catty remarks in the changing room at school with regard to those girls who had severely trimmed or depilated their pubes, but Marta felt confident in her womanly status and maturity, and she would not be discouraged by such small minded girls, who were perhaps secretly envious of their more adventurous classmates. With her circle of friends at school, both inside and outside of those linked to the Studio, she would have more supporters than detractors, and she may even start to sway opinion on the pube issue if a few more became brave enough to try it out.

With Anna's latest discoveries of various types of porn forum on the internet, which both of them had found interesting and informative, Marta had done some research of her own and was compiling a list of forums where teen girls met to debate subjects of common interest. So far two were in Russian, and the rest were in English, either based in the UK or USA, she was able to follow them for the most part without resorting to her dictionary.

Most of the sites looked to have a moderator who stopped or deleted threads that got on to topics that were deemed unsuitable, but there were a couple of sites where nothing was censored, there were even threads on incest. Several girls joined in who were having sex with an older or younger brother, and sibling incest looked to be popular with those girls having a male twin. Next on the pecking order seemed to be cousins, then uncles, but very few admitted to sleeping with their fathers, while step-fathers seemed fair game.

She couldn't tell for sure if the participants were being truthful, but given the anonymity of the net, and hiding behind their false online names why would they be making up stories of the things they did, or ask for advice from others about their situation, or conversely be so willing to hand out advice. For now she was just a lurker, but she could see the appeal of joining in and suspected at some point she would be tempted to take part.

Marta imagined how she could introduce herself on one of the sites, “I'm fourteen years old with a seventeen year old bf, and I'm a consultant and scriptwriter for a website which features naked teen and pre-teen models, one of which is my eleven year old sister.”

It was factual, but no one would believe her, besides she would never actually write down anything that would cause that much attention as it would simply instigate a flame war.

As she lay there waiting for sleep to come, one hand moved down to toy with her clit as the other tweaked a nipple, thinking back to the time she had spent that afternoon with Karl, dropping off as her body relaxed into a warm fuzzy state.

In her room Anna had Jilled-off several times before sleep took hold, for it had been an exciting day what with the live sex lesson, then doing a really good set which always left her on a high, and she had enjoyed the reactions from John to her teasing. Anna was still curious if her new wetter pussy was due entirely to the scene she had witnessed earlier that afternoon, or if it was a more permanent sign of her maturing body, but on reflection she thought maybe she had been a little bit wetter 'down there' over recent weeks.

She often felt conflicted when she played with herself, as she revelled the physical joy of her favourite new hobby, but she didn't have a boyfriend or even potential boyfriend to focus on, though sometimes thoughts of Karl would cross her mind making her feel guilty. On other occasions she had even thought of John, or a couple of her teachers at school, but it hadn't just been guys, the idea of touching some women or other girls had also gone through her mind at these times, which had left her confused.

It was not as if she was unaware of the many and various sexual traits and interests that existed, it was just that she had never considered until now that she herself may at times think of other girls in a sexual way. She had seen so many images in their research even before her latest forays onto the internet, but she had considered them from a technical point of view, in order that she might learn to be a better model. Now she saw them in a new light, in that girls had nice flowing shapes with softer skin and lips, Anna sure felt this business of growing up was perplexing.

Thursday after school Anna sat in her room practising on her guitar as she waited for the start of her first after school Forum chat session. She vaguely knew one of the others due to join in, as the girl attended the other popular city school, but the third girl was from the small town of Kishinev near the Rumanian border whom she had never met, so she looked her up on the Studio website.

As the clock ticked down the final seconds Anna was in her seat snacks and drinks to hand ready for the next two hours, unfortunately it looked like their country cousin had a case of nerves as it was soon apparent she had not reset her computer keyboard to use the correct alphabet, as she was typing in Cyrillic characters. This was soon resolved, and was a subject of discussion for a short while, as to the various languages which the girls spoke between them, with a few of the more travelled members typing out some odd phrases phonetically in several eastern European languages.

Living as the girls did in a polyglot society it was not uncommon for a question asked in Russian to be answered in Ukrainian or the language of any of the bordering countries, or sometimes in Surzhyk, which was a bastard mixture of Ukrainian mixed with Russian.

After the initial hiccup, all three girls pulled their weight, and Anna was able to see that the participating members were almost entirely a different group than she had seen on the morning chat group. It was clear that the members knew the girls they were talking to, with various comments about photo sets each girl had done, till at last one person asked Anna what material she had ready for release.

Natasha : “That is not always an easy question to answer as we have to fit in photo shoots between school and social time we spend with friends. Sets may not come out in the same order as they were taken, but I am hoping to make a video with one of my friends in time for Christmas.”

Mr Mustard : “Will that be with Nadia, Laura, or one of the other girls from the Studio?”

Anna was impressed someone would immediately come back with the names of the two other girls with whom she had shared a stage, and tried to come back with a good reply.

Natasha : “I expect to see many of my friends over the coming holidays, so we haven't made any firm plans yet, please let me know who you would like me to invite over for a visit to join in on a video, and I will see if it can be arranged.”

There, Anna thought, that will give Marta and Alina a little more research material if we can get the members to state their preferences.

Gary G : “I love any two girl sets.”

The discussions continued in a fairly orderly manner, with many changes of subject until Anna was asked about if she really went horse riding.

Natasha : “Of course I ride, didn't you see my rosettes? My horse is called Trigger the same as the horse from the famous old wild-west films, but he doesn't do any tricks, and so far we only jump over small fences.”

She had heard of a famous horse of that name thinking it would appeal to her US fans, but as yet she was still giving serious consideration to perhaps getting her own horse next year if her career was still going as strong as it was now.

Anna sat back as the two other girls took centre stage for a while, each taking time to talk about their hobbies, until some newcomer started to get too personal, going beyond the realms of what was deemed acceptable, but he was soon flamed by other members who told him his behaviour was out of order. Aside from that one incident the rest of the time flew by with Anna getting more confident in answering each question from her avid fans.

The three girls met up in the models private chat zone after the session to talk amongst themselves about the little keyboard error, sure that the girl would never live it down, and about each of their performances. More girls joined in as they had been able to view the session in real time, many having ideas for directing new threads during future time slots.

After chess club on Thursday Marta went straight round to see Nana Olga and Gramps as he was particularly keen to follow her progress, having been her initial teacher. They now saw their old neighbours about four times a week, either popping round to their cottage, or the old couple coming round for a big family meal, always willing to mind the boys, or to provide any help if they were asked.

Gramps had also been over to the Squat several times passing on requests from some of the wealthier nearby residents about odd repairs, larger jobs, or bookings for work related to the coming holiday season, clients wanting to make sure they got in first arranging their work ahead of their neighbours.

As many local people were aware Gramps was the contact man through which they could call on the services of the MMC lads for their little jobs, or IMC for building work, he made sure he was seen out and about on a regular walk both morning and evening.

When Marta's crew had been booked by two of the larger houses about helping erect and decorate New Year's trees in the gardens of their houses, he let that slip in conversation with other home owners, and soon others didn't want to be seen as the poor relations.

It now seemed much of the road would have outdoor decorations over the holidays, and Taras and his friends would be keeping busy. Marta had been staying in touch with Taras in her visits to the Squat, glad that they were maintaining standards which in turn helped them retain and grow their customer base. On the social front it had been fun watching him and Irisha slowly circling one another, but both having previously sunk to such low ebbs in their lives, each felt the other to be out of reach.

A little while back Marta thought the dance had gone on long enough, and spoke to them both, giving a nudge, suggesting to each that their attentions would not be unwelcomed by the other. They were now a couple, though she knew from Irisha that they hadn't gone much further than kissing so far, but the girls had talked of going out as a foursome on some double dates in the near future if there was some event they might all like to attend.

The life Taras lead had changed so much, what with regular work, vastly improved living conditions, and an increased network of friends he could rely upon, and now he had a girl in his life too. Simply eating three square meals and having a place to call home had a marked effect on his health both physical and psychological, he even had some savings put by to tied him over if work should slacken off.

Best of all he had his pride back, going out with Irisha, he could treat her, or at worst go Dutch, so he did not feel he was taking advantage by sponging off her. He also tried to live by the rules Marta laid down for the team all of the time, cutting out the swearing, being polite to people, showing respect, and it paid off in the way others treated him in return.

Working for the rich people in their big houses only reinforced what he saw as the vast disparity in their society, there was nothing the likes of him or his kind could do to change this, but by making an effort he now had a much better life. He and his friends had been given an amazing opportunity, and slowly via the Squat various other men and a few more street kids who had the gumption to work hard to change their circumstances were now starting down a new path.

Karl's day started with a whole bunch of post over breakfast, birthday cards, and a phone call from Marta wishing him a happy birthday, then later at work he got news about a pay review which made his day even better. When he went to see Dmitri that afternoon Alina was talking about developments occurring on the TTMF that was now barely more than a week old, though it was developing at an astounding rate.

In an unexpected move a few of their Gold-plus members with relatively poor English had upgraded while the girls were endeavouring to include these newcomers into the threads of debate. Apparently girls on forum were starting to link together threads with their multi lingual skills, and translating between members from Russia and Poland or other places so they could follow the English dialogue. Also the girls were having fun making up phantom events they were telling the members about, simultaneously they were using their own private chat forum in the background to hold a conversation amongst themselves to talk privately together while also taking part in the live forum discussions.

When Marta had suggested a private talking shop where the models could chat among themselves, Dmitri had just set up the relevant software then stepped back, but had asked Alina if she would oversee it now and then to check how well it was running. The Forum moderation was for the most part now handled by the girls, and the adults who had been involved now felt their presence superfluous, and their private chat zone he felt should be just that, although he was grateful to have Alina keeping an eye on it.

Of course Alina and Marta spoke frequently if only on the phone, with Marta often thinking of new lines of research, or looking for trends in either the members own forum or what was happening in the new TTMF. During the upcoming New Year and Christmas season when many models from out of town would be making the most of their school break, there would be a big push to record the girls in a new range of costumes inspired through the studies they had made recently, and confirmed through seeding the members forum.

It seemed their members liked uniforms from real life, be that lady police officers, traffic wardens, secretaries or even soldiers, without forgetting more traditional girls in nurses outfits or dressed as Catholic schoolgirls. They had just completed a run on the schoolgirl theme, and elves or other Christmasy themes were now under-way for release shortly.

As soon as school let out for the year the Studio would be running at full tilt, so next year should prove to be busier yet, with auditions planned for both the spring half term, and another round up in May just prior to the summer holidays. May would mark Ann's first anniversary, when she herself had been in that long line of hopefuls, as if every eligible girl in their old town had come to sign on to become a model. To have missed that cut, to be one of the girls not chosen, their lives would have turned down another path, one none of them could bare to think about.

Ivan, the other Studio bosses, together with the owners of the entire network had done considerable planning for the year ahead, additional divisions to open up in different cities, and new website brands splitting the market into more themed avenues. There would also be a need to make more use of outdoor location shooting as soon as weather permitted, as they did not have sufficient dedicated studio facilities, combined with the fact numerous models were scattered right around the country.

Across the board they were scaling up the staff, able to choose the best photographers on hand, and the finest designers, seamstresses, and craftsmen to maintain the quality on which the Studio had been founded. Ivan considered the model auditions as both the best and worst part of his job, changing the life of a girl and her family in such a dramatic way, but conversely to witness the multitudes of those who he was unable to help tugged at his conscience. Mira his wife was a comfort at those times, telling him he did far more to aid these people than all the bureaucrats who were just out to line their own pockets.

When looking at the world through her eyes he could see how the Studio benefited more than just the models, their families, and the staff. A large sector of the local economy even in the city gained from the trickle down effect, two of the nearest schools did well for all of their pupils, and he was sure the welfare of far more people further afield were enhanced just from the spending power generated from their business.

On Saturday morning the sisters had another early start, but they were taking Irisha and Eve with them for a girly morning out, neither of their friends had ever been horse riding before. The stables had boots and clothing to loan out for the two novices, and with the sisters help they were soon out meeting the horses. Marta had not felt too good first thing that morning noting it was day twenty-five of her cycle, so her visitor was due Wednesday, but she wouldn't allow her natural rhythms to dominate her life, soon enough the gentle motion of her mount around the paddock improved how she felt.

It was an enjoyable morning though Eve said she would perhaps wait until it was warmer until she next went riding, and they dropped her at home before going home to shower and change, Irisha having brought additional clothes used the girls bathroom, then they went off to see how arrangements were progressing for tomorrow's shoot.

Ella and Elena only spoke to the girls briefly on their pass through to get washed and changed, then once again had the house to themselves, as the boys were over spending time with Nana Olga and Gramps. The two women had started mid morning to prepare for the evening's celebrations, Elena learning from her new friend about the art of baking, a skill as an office worker, she had not developed. She also began to understand the joys and problems of having daughters, or in fact having four offspring to care for rather than just the one.

Elena also now grasped the full horror of the situation from which they had been plucked, hearing a first hand account of what life was like in a small town where many of the major employers had closed down. Somehow the television news never conveyed the full human tragedy in quite the same way, and though Kiev had many of it's own problems regarding unemployment and homelessness, it also had some job opportunities, and some people of great wealth who seemed unaffected by any changes in the local economy.

At the apartment Andreas and Sergio were emptying several large cardboard boxes which were labelled as 'Natasha's home contents'. The pet feeding bowls, framed photos, and rosettes for gymkhana events were being placed with the aid of diagrams and pictures from when they had last used this setting. Any changes were subtle, a wall calender was now open to December, and the teen magazines now showing the most recent issues, but they also had boxes with props for the coming shoot.

There were two piles of greetings cards, one from supposed friends and relatives, plus a second group that had been signed with the names of various models which might be seen as the girls went through their little play the following day. They all helped with the set up arranging the various props, then took a break while they waited for the men who would be delivering the tree.

When it turned up, it was in a heavy pot, and shrouded in a net sleeve which was pulled off once it had been placed in the desired location. Maybe just twenty centimetres shy of the ceiling it was tall, and they had a ladder ready so they could reach the top tomorrow when they went through the motions of dressing the tree. They had of course studied the way it was customary to decorate trees in the west, so it would look more traditional for their audience as a Christmas tree, rather than their own typical New Year Festive tree.

Marta pointed out that it was getting all the small details right that separated their society from that of their potential audience that made their presentation look so good in the eyes of their members. By going to the high end stores that catered to foreigners, or the richest of those in the city, suitable decorations and props had been found to meet the needs of the script, and they went through a check list to ensure they had everything in place.

Once the men had left, the girls did a dressed rehearsal, as in not getting undressed to check that the flow of the script, and the initial position of all their props were in the right places. After going through the running order a few times they ironed out a glitch or two and felt that tomorrow's recordings would run smoothly. Irisha only needed to walk over to the next building to get home but the sisters had called a cab for their journey, wishing to get changed again in time for Karl's party.

Marta stared in the mirror thinking to herself it was typical, just when she wanted to look her best that her zits should make an appearance, but at least they weren't too bad this month, and what with taking the pill, and skin care tips from Valya she was able to see that it was not as bad as it had been previously. She realised she was lucky in that many other girls at school complained about worse symptoms, like breast pain, headaches, or feeling really bloated the week before their period, so at least she didn't have all that to contend with.

On Tuesday as they were cleaning up before heading downstairs to wait for 'Anna's return' Karl got round to telling her of his mum's comments as to how she wouldn't object to them getting together around at Karl's place. He had stumbled over the conversation he'd had with his mum, oddly red faced as he told the story, Marta marvelling that men were even the same species, in that they had such poor communication skills.

When they had a moment alone Marta discussed the issue with Elena, thanking her as the two of them joked about Karl's slow training, though obliquely Marta did say there were a few areas where he was fairly well trained. The birthday boy had not yet arrived to defend himself as the subject of discussion between the two most important females in his life, if he had been aware of their conversation his ears would've outshone Rudolf's red nose.

It was a very convivial evening, for a seventeenth birthday party, and surrounded by two sets of respective parents, the young couple restrained their normal amorous inclinations behaving in a circumspect manner. The two fathers present having technical and practical skills found common subjects of interest to discuss, much to the disgust of their wives, who had covered between them a greater range of topics during their get together.

Karl had received a range of nice gifts, but it was clear he was impressed with the trip computer from Marta, which he intended fitting first thing the next day so he could take a spin around the city parks to try it out. The party didn't go on too late as the girls had an early start the following morning, and because the adults had indulged in a little wine Igor apologised he could not offer to drive them home, but a call to the cab company resolved the issue, so they didn't need to use the Metro on a Saturday night, with concerns about drunken louts on the transport system.

The sisters had no trouble sleeping that night after such a hectic non-stop day, and with the videos planned for the following day getting back to school on Monday would even be restful by comparison. Anna didn't masturbate that night in bed, she decided to wait until morning in order to have that fresh flushed wet look for her appearance on camera.

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For the next installment of the A New Model is Discovered franchize, see Chapters 46 through 50.

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