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.

While I'm not desperately scratching away to keep a few chapters ahead of my readers, I am taking the opportunity to re-edit for the nth time. The missing apostrophes, sometimes a missing word, or a repeated word, though it has become a task of diminishing returns. If you're enjoying this outlandish and epic fiction you might think to make a comment via the facility provided, but this tale was started around 2010, and finished in 2014, so I've had a little practice writing stories since this was originally written.

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.

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Okay here are Chapters 56 to 60

Chapter 56

The models pose for three more candidates

After long hours spent hanging around the set, and at the keyboard the previous day Anna still managed to turn up with Marta at ten the next morning as Oxana was getting ready for her turn in front of the camera. Anna was curious to know why Oxana and the other girls got away without chaperones, when that issue had nearly brought her own career to a crashing halt when her mum had badly sprained her ankle.

It turned out as two of the girls were over eighteen they didn't require chaperones, and as it was a group event with more models than staff it was considered a mute issue.

As for Marta, she didn't mind as she would be paid for being there, and it was another fine learning opportunity to discover more about how they ran another aspect of their Studio system. From the talk around the dinner table the previous evening, Marta had heard John talk of several famous photographers that Jakiv said he admired, both of the older models had recognised a few of those names. This had caused a late night flurry of activity on her part, looking up the names she'd written in her ever present notebook; the likes of David Hamilton, Jacques Bourboulon, Ron Oliver, Jock Sturges, Sally Mann and several others. This research also rendered several more who were not quite as famous, and also lead on to some skilled illustrators who specialised in drawing young girls as nature intended.

Marta had no difficulty finding examples of their work, and each had their own distinctive style, but the more she looked she often saw two diametrically opposing views of these photographers who worked with younger models. For the most part there was praise for the skill of capturing such wonderful ephemeral beauty, but there was also a rising stream of vitriolic articles that vilified these artists, calling their work into question.

As she researched it became obvious that this would provide a whole new aspect of study that would require more time when she wasn't as busy, for there were undoubtedly many accomplished people in this field, and there was always the remote possibility during this weekend they would find the next big name to join the luminaries she had so far learned about.

As Anna had lain in bed the previous evening, restful after indulging in her new favourite hobby, she reflected back on her day, and on how she had posed for three new people, or did that count as two and a bit. Anyway she had been thinking back to the first time she had got naked for the camera, it seemed strange to think that was less than a year ago, as it now formed such a big part of her life. Despite the changes she was becoming aware of in her own body, she never felt awkward in front of the camera. Anna had noted among her peers at school, that many of them were starting to become very 'body conscious' as mother nature wrought it's changes. Girls who had previously been so carefree, were now cowering against the lockers with their back to the room as they rapidly changed for gym class, as if ashamed of their newly developing bodies.

She felt it was a pity that they didn't revel in the changes and celebrate them the way her friends did who worked at the Studio. Their changing bodies apart from being their route to fame and fortune, were also she knew something they should be proud of, they should enjoy the subtle metamorphosis though each stage as it occurred.

By the time all four girls had been on set with the fourth photographer, that being their first of that day, reviews were mixed, in that he was competent, and he would be okay to work with, but on the other hand he wasn't inspiring. They didn't think it was down to the age of the younger models, as he had coped well with that little surprise, but they thought it was just down to his lack of experience.

While Anna had been on set Marta had spoken to Valya regarding the chaperone issue, and had then made a quick call to the Studio speaking with Galina to confirm it would be possible to make a visit and be back in time for Anna's next appearance. With all her plans in place Marta washed down a pain pill and called up a cab for a ride to the Studio for her fourth waxing. As Valya had told her, it did get easier, but it still stung even with the pain meds and the analgesic gel Galina used. She'd thought it might be necessary to postpone her treatment until Monday evening, which would have shifted around her other plans for the week, but now a tryst with Karl on Tuesday or Wednesday seemed back on the cards.

To take her mind off it in the cab, Marta thought about the upcoming TTMF session that afternoon deciding to pop in and see Alina about an idea as she was in the same building. Marta visited the IT department curious to find out about the current level of activity on the members forum, and despite the fact it was the wee small hours of the night in their main US market Alina told her there were many people taking part regardless of the time.

As Anna wasn't due back on set until three o'clock, and Oxana was needed next between two and three, she talked about Anna logging-on to the TTMF earlier and then seeding the flavour of the discussion to their own purposes. She asked if Alina would talk to her sister to outline the plan as she would be busy for the next hour or so, then Alina could use one of her alter egos to mention on the members forum that the TTMF was now running.

Alina got to work and once a dialogue had started up and enough people were taking part she coached Anna over the phone as to what names Marta wanted her to drop into their ongoing conversation, as it was in a way related to this weekend's topic of finding new photographers for the Studio. It seemed that their members knew of the various famous photographers mentioned, then came up with some new names which Marta had not yet encountered, Alina noting them down as the text scrolled up the screen, though she could easily check back again through the log if she missed any of their references.

One series of artistic drawings was also of particular interest, with many of their members admiring it, collecting examples of the set when they were able to find good resolution copies from various newsgroups or other sources on the internet. The common belief was they must have been posed from real life rather than drawn by copying photographs as no original photos of the girls in the drawings had been seen by any of the avid collectors.

Marta got through her appointment with gritted teeth, though with the finer newly grown hairs it was becoming less of an ordeal with each subsequent visit, though that wouldn't prevent her from reminding Karl to kiss it better. He didn't really need reminding as he was always keen to please, while she was always ready to show her appreciation in return, which still left the unresolved subject of her virginity now he knew she was on the pill.

Karl was patient, and such a good match for her having so many shared or complimentary interests, and she had already in her own mind decided he would be the one, what she couldn't yet resolve was if she was ready to take that step, and if so when?

Some of the 'first time' stories she had heard were hardly romantic, knee trembler's in a shop doorway, or hazy regretful half forgotten drunken episodes followed by an anxious wait for the arrival of a girl's next period. Even if the apocryphal stories she had seen in foreign magazines were true, loosing her virginity in the back of her boyfriends car or on prom night were not open to her, although neither option appealed as they were so tacky. When it did happen she wanted it to be somewhere nice, and she wanted to look back on the experience as something wonderful, so she was prepared to wait until she was ready and the right opportunity gave her the courage to make that decision.

Marta had sat down in a quiet corner at the back of the canteen with a cup of fruit tea as she mulled over her thoughts, grateful for a few moments on her own to reflect upon her current concerns. Smiling to herself she thought there was little she could do for now but wait to see what the future would bring, and instead to concentrate on today's issues that required her attention. She would visit Alina first to see what had been happening over the past hour, then she would get back across town to the temporary Studio before Anna was next due back on set.

Scrolling through the chat which had taken place on the TTMF Marta was able to gather a range of views about the work of the well known names that had been thrown into the ring, thinking it would give her material for later research, and hopefully give clues as to what styles of work were best liked. Unlike her earlier searches on the internet, the only variation of opinion was the volume of praise heaped on each of the names brought up in the discussion, not even one negative comment was to be found.

The debate became quite lively with suggestions of which models could do sets in homage to the style of the photographers they were talking about, and the possibilities of the type of costumes they might wear. This was turning out even better than Marta had expected, and Anna was able to stoke the fire, encouraging the members to air their personal views. By the time Oxana was due to go on set Anna also stepped back as some other girls had now come on-line therefore she could take a break and relax before it was her turn on set.

She was now interested to hear opinions about today's second photographer, as having been so involved in the on-line chat she had missed any comments about the latest guy on trial. Anna was told that actually the current guy was a girl, and that she had proved very easy to work with, in that the two older models thought she was a strong contender.

Curious Anna peaked out to see what was happening on set, only to find Oxana heading for the changing area to swap costumes, and John was talking with a tall slim blonde with a curvy figure. For some reason she felt a twinge of jealousy as she watched the animated conversation going on between John and this girl who could easily be a model in her own right. As soon as Oxana reappeared in her last skimpy outfit it was all businesses with a lively dialogue as to the poses, or the arrangement and use of props. Anna could now see for herself that the magic was happening, and the resulting shots would show it.

Marta had remained with the computer to follow the stream of comments, it had amazed her how quickly word had spread, and the number of Platinum members that had shown up in short order to take part. When news concerning the mostly free-form nature of the weekend scheduling had been released it had caused quite a flurry of excitement on the members forum, which in turn created curiosity on the girls private chat zone being keen to know how busy the TTMF would be, while interested in selection of new photographers.

Marta and Alina spoke on the phone several times as the day progressed, and from the stats it could be seen that a good number of Gold-plus members were following current discussions while some had reported back to the members forum which had lead to an above normal rise in upgrades of members moving to Gold-plus status over the weekend. Although the TTMF would generally go back to it's more regimented and scheduled format the models among themselves decided it was a good thing to shake it up occasionally with some type of special event to add some spice into the mix, so in the future would look out for reasons to run a different programme.

Valya quickly checked over Anna's make-up while Oxana reported on how well she had got on with the latest entrant in the job lottery. After three consecutively favourable reports Anna tried to put aside any personal misgivings, and give this woman her cooperation to see if she lived up to the hype of the other girls. It wouldn't be fair to step on set with a bad attitude, so she would show her usual professional demeanour, and be open minded.

Checking herself out in the mirror Anna felt ready and confident as she went out into the studio space to meet the latest applicant.

“Hi, I'm Maria, what's your name?”

“Hello, I'm Anna.”

“John didn't tell me your name, he just told me one of his favourite models would be the last on set today, how long have you two worked together?”

“Since June last year, we have lots of fun on set and he makes me laugh.”

Within a very short time Anna learned a lot about Maria, and in turn spoke of her own ambitions in music or theatre, hardly realising she had actually told Maria her real name. As the set progressed Anna said how she liked to tease John or wind him up when they worked together which caused a lot of laughter on set.

Maria was enjoying this stint in the studio, working with top of the line equipment, and a bunch of models who were totally at ease in this setting, even the younger models were fine with the type of shots she had been asked to produce, so it was clear they had done this before. Her limited experience with interviews since leaving college had left her very wary of that process, as more than once it had been made plain her chance of getting the job meant sleeping with one or more people, and even that was no guarantee.

She knew she was good, even if lacking experience in a commercial setting, but she was not yet desperate enough to get a job by lying on her back, she wanted to succeed on her own merits despite the obstacles that had been placed in her path. Less than ten percent of the students taking the photographic course had been girls, but although she had got the second highest pass from her college, she had still been unable to find a job as yet.

Few of the fashion related jobs she had applied for had even bothered to reply, and this job add she had answered were most insistent on the skill sets they were looking for, so she had been surprised to reach the final stage of the process without being hit on. Nobody had asked for backhanders, or tried to get in her panties, that meant for once this could be a level playing field relying on ability alone. Through talking with John and the three previous models she had guessed that none of them were strangers to glamour or nude photography, and that John had probably worked with all of them at one time or another, though it seemed each model had a favourite photographer that they preferred.

The company running these selection interviews were playing their cards close to their chest, for she still had no idea who she could be working for if she were to be successful in getting a job with them. The mystery deepened when she found out the last girl was only fourteen, and the current girl Anna couldn't be more than ten or eleven, which was more the territory of arty types like Sally Mann, and it would be doubtful she would be looking to find an assistant in this way.

It stood to reason that this test shoot must relate to the type of work that the real job would entail, therefore that meant naked and semi-naked shots of teen and pre-teen girls, a sort of junior version of Playboy! This was idle speculation, what she needed to do was give Anna her full attention and produce the goods.

Anna felt for a moment Maria had lost her focus, but it was only fleeting, now she was asking Anna about her drama class, and if she could do any dance or gymnastic moves so Anna did a wobbly handstand causing her skirt to invert and showing off the wet patch that had been slowly growing throughout the day on the gusset of her panties. Going for broke Maria saw the vertical stain, and asked for a repeat of the manoeuvre, this time catching a series of shots as she zoomed in on the junction of the young girls legs.

In an all or nothing bid Maria was going to take this last model to the limit of the brief to prove it was possible to show girls this young in a sensual light.

When Anna came out in her second costume John watched the interaction between Anna and Maria, pleased to see his young protege getting on so well with the photographer who had so far shown the most promise as a new addition to the Studio. Everything he'd seen up till now convinced him this girl would be a good choice, technically and artistically the shots he had seen on the monitor were first class, and she related so well to the models.

Maria hesitated as she sought the words to explain what she wanted, young Anna came back straight away asking if she wanted a camel-toe shot, confirming in her mind Anna was anything but a novice when it came to images of an erotic nature, which convinced her to push the envelope further. Soon the tube top was dispensed with, and Anna was bent over slowly pulling the shorts over her taut rear end, then moving them inexorably down her thighs to provide an image of tight pussy surmounted with a little star.

The lights glistened off the hint of moisture that could be seen in the tight cleft of her pussy as Maria zoomed in to the max to fill the frame, taking a series of shots as the lens brought the subject in closer. She had expected the two older models to be prepared for shots of this type, and had been a little more reticent to push the third girl until she'd felt there was no tension about the full on nudity, but now she was firmly of the opinion that this was within what all four girls had done previously. The reassuring aspect to this set was her model still remained in good spirits, laughing and chatting away as they worked together, cheerful and within her comfort zone, and happy to oblige.

Anna once again went to change skipping naked over to the curtained changing area, seeing the delightful movement Maria caught a few more shots even as Anna disappeared through the drapes. The tiny white bikini soon turned into a one piece suit as the top was artfully removed and Maria focused on the emerging shallow cones that were breaking the almost flat plain of her chest, trying out shots from all angles as if being a study in female development. The mix of long shots and tight close-ups provided a nice juxtaposition of composition which unknown to Maria was the final move that would lead to a unanimous decision regarding her own future in the industry.

When it came time to pull the little bows Maria just suggested Anna do various types of pose she had done in past photo shoots, which lead Anna to give a side on pose as she pulled the little scrap of fabric back and forth between her legs, removing any last doubt that Anna was the consummate professional when it came down to the erotic photo shoot. That move had confirmed Anna was quite comfortable putting on a display that might be the norm with models many years her senior, and the practised ease made Maria wonder how much practice that had involved.

Now that Anna was once again totally naked Maria had her clamber over the furniture to provide some revealing shots that would not be out of place in a top-shelf magazine, other than of course the age of the model involved. Maria was feeling she had this job pegged, as if the confidence she felt, and the confidence of the model she was working with was providing some kind of positive feedback loop that improved with each click of the shutter.

As Anna tumbled off the arm of the big overstuffed sofa she fell onto the rug laughing and gasped to catch her breath, but still managed to follow Maria's directions. She was having fun doing this set, and if she didn't have John she could imagine it would be easy working with Maria, and would be sure to give her a good write-up after the set.

Maria was glad to see the obvious joy this young girl got out of modelling, and she knew this would show up in the shots she had taken, so now she wanted to make use of Anna's experience to her own advantage in securing this job.

“Anna you're a great model, so easy to work with, why don't you throw in some of your signature type poses.”

She had made it sound like a throwaway line, but if this were the type of work the girl did on a regular basis there must be some stock shots that the girl often used, and Maria was not disappointed as Anna ran though some erotic contortions, even getting down on all fours to look back over her shoulder at the camera and wink. Maria more than ever wished she could afford a digital camera like the one she now held, having the ability to take shot after shot without the worry of ever changing films. It inevitably happened you needed to change film just at the wrong time, that was without thinking of the expense of all the developing, but today she had taken several hundred shots of the various girls with no thought of the cost, instead just freezing each moment in time.

As Anna went to change for the last time she looked back to see Maria tracking her with the camera, so she posed kicking one leg back as she held on to the curtain, half hidden by the drape of fabric as she looked into the camera. Maria appreciated Anna's attitude, for during life classes it had been rare to actually have models who really wanted to pose in the studio, what they wanted was to be somewhere warm, and to earn a few kopecks.

When Anna re-emerged, Maria joked about whether that was her normal nightwear and Anna said how she had recently found some long T-shirts with lovely running horse prints, and that started a new topic that Maria could see was of great interest to the youngster.

It was a surprise to find out the girl had given up her chance to go riding in order to help find a couple of new photographers over the course of this weekend, though it was hard to decide which was the bigger surprise, first that the girl owned a horse, or secondly that she would give up something she held so dear in order to help out this mystery employer.

As John looked on from the background he hoped he wouldn't lose his Anna to the new girl who without doubt would make the cut, for they were getting on so well it was a pity to call time as they were showing such an affinity as they were both now down on the floor of the set making the magic happen.

Anna was prowling around the set slinking between the props just like a cat at Maria's suggestion, when she came across the discarded bikini panties, dipping her head she sniffed at them just as a cat might, then picked them up in her teeth to deposit them on a nearby chair to the sound of a clicking shutter. They were both startled to suddenly hear John's voice calling a halt to proceedings.

“Sorry to break up the party ladies, but we still have one more applicant we have to fit in today, so it's back to the slave pits for you Anna.”

“See how mean he is to me, if he didn't now and then take a reasonable picture of me, I would swap him for someone else.”

Looking on Maria could see the affection between the two of them as Anna sat there unconcerned and naked poking her tongue out at the man.

“Well it's been a great afternoon for me, to use all this fabulous equipment, and to work with such a professional bunch of models, especially you Anna. I'm still no wiser about the mystery job, but if it meant working with the likes of the people I've met today I would consider myself very lucky.”

A look passed between John and Anna, it had virtually been left in his lap as mostly each department was responsible for the final say in it's own recruiting. It was decided to have a realistic selection test for this last stage, with an input from the models as it was vital that the girls themselves could relate well to the people they would be working with.

“Come on John, we only have one more to go and the others all liked Maria, I bet she has the best comments so far, it's a no brainer, she has to get the first spot.”

John had seen one image after another come up on the monitor as this girl had clicked the shutter, and from an artistic standpoint he couldn't help but agree, though he didn't want to look like a push over, and feigned some hesitation.

“I'm going to have a word with the other girls and count votes okay?”

Maria couldn't ever recall being so nervous as she watched the man walk towards the door at the back of the studio, her heart was thumping in her chest as if waiting to see if she had the winning lottery number, but still unsure what the main prize might be.

“Don't worry you'll get the job.”

“That's just the problem Anna, I don't really know anything about this job, or anything about the company, or anything at all, my only guess is it must involve photographing girls like I have done today, the question is what kind of studio does that type of image?”

“A very nice one where we all have fun and everyone is treated fairly, there are many others out there that are horrible, you'll be working with the good guys.”

“Thanks for your vote of confidence, I never realised how hard it would be finding a job, and believe me I've tried, but tell me are you okay with being a nude model?”

“Of course, it's great fun, I know not everyone would understand, so I can only really talk about it to other people in the business, and I have a lot of friends who are models too.”

This seemed to be a surreal conversation to be having with young Anna, though the bright self-assured schoolgirl was now talking of many friends who were also models, did that mean they all took part in nude modelling as well?

“These other girls doing naked modelling, are they all right with it, or are they coerced?”

“It isn't like that at all, if more girls were to find out what it was like to be a model at our Studio there would be a queue five wide all the way from here to the Black sea coast.

It would be the same for photographers as well, but not everyone can be a model, and we only want the right photographers who will do a good job.”

Maria could detect the passion and sense of pride in 'her studio', sounding like a solider speaking in defence of some elite regiment. She jumped at the sound of a door opening, John was returning, hopefully with an answer.

“Well I've spoken to the girls, and I've spoken to 'the man' and he's viewed some of your work from today.... Ivan's rubber stamped the deal, I'm pleased to offer you the job subject to your signing a non-disclosure agreement as one of our staff photographers.”

At last her first real job, Maria was stunned and didn't know what to say.

“Quick Maria, say yes, bite his hand off before he changes his mind.”

She remembered saying yes, then there was cheering coming from the door at the back, then the next thing she knew this PA called Tanya was taking her across town in a cab to meet her new boss Ivan.

From then on for Anna the rest of the day was anticlimactic, sure she did get back to chatting with the members, and hinted to them that they may have found at least one new photographer, but the final candidate of the day though good seemed a bit lacklustre by comparison after Maria.

When John had fetched their last candidate, he had to apologise that they were running a little late. In the studio they talked as John ran through the equipment, letting Vasyl try out some test shots to see the results on the main monitor, then he went over the brief of what was expected from the shoot, explaining that all the models were familiar with this type of work, and were happy to be helping out on this selection process.

The chat in the back room, other than that occurring on screen, was about the five people they had seen so far, and that Jakiv was the next best viable contender, unless the last entrant pulled something out of the hat to prove them wrong. As the eldest model got ready to go on set she had Anna wish the members goodbye on her behalf for the time being, and that she would talk to them in about an hour.

John followed the progress of the last man as he photographed the first two models on the set, pleased with both the results, and the way he interacted with the girls, but he could sense there was a hint of tension in the guy that he couldn't pin down. When the second model left, and they had a little break while waiting for Oxana, John sat down to talk with Vasyl to find out if there were any problems. At first he was a little bit reticent to answer, but then admitted to John he was really more at home with fashion or glamour shooting, and just got a bit hot and bothered at the thought of taking nudes during an extended photo-shoot assignment.

It was obvious to John that Vasyl was worried he might have shot himself in the foot from his honest admission, but John squashed that idea saying the selection process wasn't over yet and that he needed to make a phone call. Stepping out of the room he called the Studio and made some enquiries about their sister Studio which ran a series of sites that were for younger girls from six to twelve, and for the most part non-nude. Despite it's very mild content, which peaked with only the occasional show of nipple or the rare panty slip, the websites under their banners were still incredibly popular.

Vasyl sat there feeling despondent, he shouldn't have spoken up, but he had to be true to his artistic instincts, like many of his fellow graduates he could turn his hand to most styles of photography, but fashion and glamour was where he saw his calling, and where he felt he could make his mark in the industry. He knew many guys would love to take pictures of nude models every day, he himself might enjoy the experience now and then, but strange as it may seem he couldn't see himself doing that on a day to day basis.

“Hey, don't look so glum, it's not over till the fat lady sings. I've just spoken with some colleagues, and to the other two models, so just do a glamour shoot and forget about any nude shots from here onwards.”

The dark cloud suddenly lifted, perhaps this mystery outfit did have room for a person of his talents, and he would give it his best shot to show them he could deliver. A short while later a younger model emerged from the back room, and after the introductions he set to work to prove he was the man for the job.

The girls had been surprised when John had spoken to them about their latest victim, but if the guy would be more at home with a style of work better suited to one of their affiliate Studios so be it. Marta immediately saw another opportunity, phoning back to the office to check if there were any objections to her latest idea. As soon as she put down the phone, she had Anna start a new thread of discussion on the TTMF about how one of the latest candidates they were considering was thought suitable for one of their sister sites.

They hadn't ever followed this tack before on the forum, as the focus was totally on their own site brand, and the models who appeared there. It was no secret that there were a whole host of different Studios with their own themes under the one umbrella network, for it was possible for members to get a discounted rate to enjoy membership of more than one website if they wanted the additional variety that would provide.

At her desk back at the Studio Alina scanned across the three screens in front of her, one showed the current progress of the TTMF discussion, another showed what was on the members forum, while a third showed a meet the models screen from their sister site as she started to put names to faces. By mid morning on Monday Alina had passed her report on to Ivan, and he in turn spoke with his opposite number at the site hosting the younger and initially more timid models. He had a list of girls ranging from eight to eleven in whom his members had expressed the most interest.

After some friendly banter between the two men, his counterpart agreed to e-mail the details of the various models, as it was not uncommon for many of them to gain the self confidence to move on in their career. This was a natural progression for most of the girls, it was just that now, Ivan had an actual wish list in his hands courtesy of the members.

It was a busy week arranging to talk to each of the girls and their parents to see how they felt about moving onwards, or at least trying it out. The good news he mentioned was to say they already had an indication that there would be a demand for more daring image sets of the girls in question. Another valid point being was there was no reason these girls couldn't work concurrently on both sites in the same network.

In the studio Anna spoke with Oxana when she returned to the back room, to find her older friend had enjoyed working with this last guy, even if it had felt as if she had only gone through half of her normal set routine. Being constantly on the go all weekend with modelling and with the forum was starting to take it's toll, and Anna had gulped an energy drink prior to her set, as it would be rude not to try her best in front of the camera, then it was all down to business.

Anna knowing the plans afoot, and being conversant with the output of all of the studios within their network modified her intended set, and posed in the style of their affiliates output. Rather than disrobe from each costume, Anna made adjustments to ensure it was possible to catch an occasional glimpse of nipple or pussy lip, as if it were merely some slight wardrobe malfunction. When it came to the little white bikini, she didn't pull the cords up tight to tie the knots, so the each of the triangles could easily shift to provide an inadvertent view of what they were meant to hide.

Vasyl was stunned by the casual way this last girl, who was the youngest so far, was the absolute epitome of sassy fashion model with an extra hint of naughty. She was a breath of fresh air, and a revelation in that it was her putting him at ease rather than the other way around. Most of his experience with models during college had placed them in two camps; girls who just didn't care, and secondly the poor girls who were desperate for the cash, and would prefer to be doing something else if they had any other choice.

Although Anna's weekend had been busy and mostly fun, she would be glad for school the next day in order to have a rest. Slipping into the last costume, she decided for the first time to wear the matching panties that came with it, even though they were almost as sheer. She decided Vasyl had a nice way about him, and he would get on well with the age range of girls at the other site, feeling quite confident she could give him a good write up.

As the shoot came to an end Vasyl wasn't sure what had occurred half way through, but he felt sure his fortunes had changed for the better. He thanked young Anna, and they continued to talk as he waited to speak with John who was in a hushed discussion with somebody on his mobile phone across the room. When the call ended, it was not the handshake followed by 'We'll let you know', instead it was the address of a Studio in a nearby city, with an appointment to be there on Wednesday!

After John had shown Vasyl out, they all gathered in the back room waiting for the pizzas to arrive as they sat around talking over the people that had passed through the studio during the past two days. Vasyl, the guy who had just left, would be seeing the boss of their sister Studio, and it had been decided Jakiv would also be receiving a call to join Maria as the second new recruit at their own Studio.

All in all Anna felt it had been a worthwhile weekend.

Chapter 57

Could this be the start of Anna's first relationship?

In the fortnight since Irisha's revelation, she felt like a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders, the fact was Taras hadn't run off, he had been much more understanding than she could have imagined. Almost every spare evening, and a good chunk of the previous weekend she had spent helping him with his reading and writing, and he in turn was proud to be able to help the boys in his gang who for the most part had even poorer skills than he did. She was impressed with his dedication, and that he now carried books about to read during any break times when he was out working.

With the boy around on so many evenings her mum had taken to cooking larger dishes so he could eat with them, it had also lead to a mother daughter talk, although her mum did know through the studio healthcare plan that the contraception issue had been covered. She told her mum that her relationship with Taras had not advanced that far, but it was comforting to know her mum was looking out for her, she then teased her mum about a certain man from the carpentry shop at the Studio that had been showing her attention. In such a small close knit community as existed in the Studio complex, gossip about this blossoming interest had not gone unreported.

Yana actually blushed, she had been unaware that this had reached her daughter via the Studio grapevine, and asked how Irisha would feel about her old mum going out with a man from the scenery workshop. Irisha hugged her mum saying it was long overdue that she got out and had some fun, though in truth it had taken Yana some time mentally to get over just how close she had come to loosing everything. At her lowest ebb when her physical illness was at it's worst, the anxiety she had felt for her daughter's future had been her main concern, but those worries were now a thing of the past.

With her own well paid job, and her daughter's burgeoning career, that was amassing ever increasing deposits in the bank, both their lives had changed beyond recognition, and now living in a smart apartment with Irisha going to one of the city's best schools maybe it was time to think of starting a social life of her own. Having got away from the awful tenement where they had lived before, Irisha now had a large circle of friends both from inside the Studio and in the wider realm beyond, and Yana was also meeting people through work.

Yana thought it was remarkable that Irisha was still a virgin considering the area where they used to live, and she had always feared the building supervisor, hearing rumours that he preyed on young girls and vulnerable women. Despite all of her concerns at that time she couldn't help remember the fleeting range of emotions the man showed when she had paid off what was owed in back rent, it looked more like anger and frustration rather than anything else. She like others in the block had seen him suddenly change, as if the devil himself was stalking him down the corridors, and then shorty after they moved here so it was no longer their problem.

Having spoken to Irisha about Taras, and with him being such a frequent visitor, she felt confident that the lad showed a genuine affection for her daughter, and the other main issue was that Irisha had positively encouraged her to start dating herself. It seemed for so many years she had kept those feelings locked up, since that bastard left them all of her energies had been spent keeping a roof over their head and food on the table.

For the first time in as long as she cared to remember life wasn't a constant struggle to survive, so the next time Pavlo asked her out she was going to say yes.

Irisha knew it was going to be a busy weekend at the studio, Marta having told her about the interviews that would be going on across town to find some new photographers to join their staff. Her mum would be putting in some long hours this weekend but would have more free time during the week, then shifts would change and her mum would get the following weekend off. Taras would be working on Saturday morning but expected to be free for the rest of the time, so she had asked him to come over again, though she had more in mind than just study.

He had been her rock, and true to his word, although they had been alone together on many occasions he had not taken any liberties, sensitive to how vulnerable she had been feeling. Even though they had been sitting so close as they studied she had been aware of the effect she had upon him, he had tried to hide it from her, so she didn't feel pressured. They'd kissed some, and he had put his arms around her, but his hands hadn't wandered, and he had always left her to make the first move.

She had to get past her demons, and after her melt down and the talk she had with Taras she now had to face building a relationship and all that entailed, including looking after one another's needs. She often got horny herself, and from listening to other girls knew she wasn't alone in that, but Marta had been her confidant in that she knew her full story, and she had good advice about boyfriends. She knew it would take time to gain Marta's level of confidence with boys, and giving oral was way down her list, but she intended to make sure she relieved the pressure for Taras, show him her appreciation for his patience.

Monday seemed to go on forever as both sisters had an extended day, Marta having her traditional dance class, and Anna in her drama group, so both had an early night with none of their usual forays into the backwaters of the internet. They continued to pursue their many links to other rival modelling sites, and were still wading through the massive list of sites that covered many sexual topics, informing one another of any particularly interesting items that came their way.

Anna was still in awe of her older sister, and held a vicarious fascination in her love life, but she felt her own desire to explore these new feelings needed a new outlet. Slowly she had come to realise that she needed a safe friend she could experiment with, but it was fraught with danger if that person broke her trust. There was only one person around her own age who she had considered, and she had been carefully edging towards finding an opportunity so they could have some time together on their own.

It was difficult to know for sure how her approach might be received, it would be awful to be rejected, and worse still if her other friends were to find out, and she were branded as a lesbian or pervert. Taking a leaf from Marta, she had worked on a plan that would move forwards in small stages, rather than dive headlong into uncharted waters, and the first stage of that would start after school the next day. Also from her sister Anna knew that stage two would follow the dictates of 'Sun Tze and The Art of War', in that no plan stays on course after the first engagement with your opponent, so it would just depend on how well or badly things progressed.

As expected Marta dropped hints that it would be nice to have the house to herself for an hour or two after school, as the boys would be round with Nana Olga, while their mum would be in town shopping. Anna winked across the lunch table at Eve, complaining she was being thrown out of her own house, so would it be okay to come around after school to seek refuge. They often spent time at one another's house so it wasn't unusual, and the two younger girls began to tease Marta about why she could possibly want the house to herself, both knowing exactly the reason, and he was called Karl.

When later that day they reached the corner on the road to Eve's house, Anna waved to her sister, with advice not to do anything she wouldn't do. As they watched Marta carry on down the road Eve asked if Anna really would like to do stuff with Karl. This was just the sort of opening Anna had been hoping for.

“Well he is sort of tall and handsome, but an older boy like that would laugh at me, I mean I don't even know how to kiss or anything, and that would be just so embarrassing.”

“Yes I know what you mean, there's this older cousin who I like that I told you about, and I think he wants to kiss me but I'm sort of worried I might come across as inexperienced and he might laugh or won't like me any more.”

The discussion was put on hold when they reached Eve's house, but the house was empty with a note from Magda, Eve's mum, stating that she had gone out with Victor to buy him some new clothes. They helped themselves to a snack continuing the earlier conversation about what a catch 22 situation it was to be without experience. Anna began to get the feeling that her friend was trying to move the situation forward feeling the same hesitation and worries which had plagued her about raising this subject.

After a few false starts both girls burst out laughing.

“So do you really want to try it with me? I think we should go up to my room, it would be awkward if my mum and brother were to walk in on us here in the kitchen.”

It had been a relief to find Eve had both the same insecurities, and curiosity about kissing, and would be a willing partner in learning about it together. Standing there facing each other, and Anna thought it was a good thing they were the same height, but now as they slowly moved together they sort of bobbed trying not to bump noses, and both started to laugh again, they tried several times but got the giggles.

When they got themselves under control Anna suggested Eve stay still and she would kiss her cheeks, then Eve could take her turn and they would move onwards from there. They loosely held one another as Anna placed a kiss on Eve's cheek like many of the girls did in greeting, but it was a little longer, feeling Eve's soft skin on her lips she repeated it on the other cheek, then Eve took a turn, and slowly the intensity rose, along with the passion.

Anna loved the way it felt so intimate, being so close in someone else's space, while they hugged tighter, and the kisses moved till they were kissing each other full on the lips, and then there was a fresh burst of giggling as they nearly toppled over. Eve pulled Anna over across the room and they sat on the bed.

“Does your sister kiss Karl a lot? It's sort of nice, did you like it?”

“I do like it, my sister must like it as well cause they're always kissing, stuck together like flypaper, but they do come apart to breathe.”

“Do they do well.. you know... French kissing too?”

“Yes, Marta says it gets her all hot... Do you want to try?”

Again it was tentative to start with but soon they seemed to find it was the most natural thing in the world, from sitting on the edge of the bed they fell back onto the duvet and held each other as their tongues played tag. Anna was feeling quite hot, and her nubs tingled as their bodies writhed together on the bed, and she could feel her panties were getting damp, but she didn't care as time lost all meaning.

“Eve, I'm home, is that Anna's coat in the hall?”

The shout up the stairs caused the startled girls to spring apart, both noticing how red faced the other looked, then they got another fit of the giggles.

“Do you think we could use any of that for a future video? If so we can tell your mum we were practising for one of the sketches.”

After tidying up their appearance and brushing their hair the ran downstairs to greet Eve's mum and find out what she had brought. As they sat in the kitchen Magda made mock complaints to Anna about the craze her brothers had started, and how she had to place a weekly order for an American kids comic for Victor, as he too wanted to practice English like his friends. She went on to say it was hard enough to follow what kids were talking about half the time, without introducing another language into the mix.

One of the things she liked best about Eve's mum was her sense of humour, and Eve said the best thing about Anna's mum was her baking, and Anna had to agree. When the girls retreated back upstairs they spoke in whispered tones about their little practice session, and it wasn't long before they came up with the idea that it could be good fun to have a sleepover. They could always state it was for a video idea, besides it seemed all American girls spent half their time arranging sleepovers when they weren't doing their cheerleader practice or going to the shopping mall, which they found was a big group of shops all in a single large building.

Having temporarily satisfied their curiosity they got onto subjects they would normally talk about, which included what Marta and Karl might be up to just a short distance away, and that caused some more giggles, as Anna waggled her tongue with her head bobbing up and down in a parody of how Karl was said to lick Marta between her legs. A smiling Eve accused Anna of being rude, though she'd heard some of these tales directly from Marta herself, and some second hand via Anna.

From what she had heard most guys didn't want to do that, but from the descriptions of being on the receiving end, it sounded a hundred times better than just touching yourself with your fingers. Talking with Anna and several other girls of their age it was plain that none of the boys in their year would have a clue as they were so childish, and older boys who might know what to do were only interested in girls with big boobs. Eve wondered if Anna would be interested in doing a bit more 'learning' if they had a sleepover together, for they had talked about how their boobs felt as they were starting to emerge, and they had both complained about how long that was taking.

They moved onto school subjects, then about Studio business, and Anna related what had happened at the audition over the weekend, which lead to Eve firing up her laptop so she could look back at the TTMF log from those sessions. Although she had been taking part in the forum for a while, Eve found the language hard, and would be struggling without the extra help she got from her many Studio friends. Faced with the rate at which the forum sometimes moved she was beginning to see how the forced immersion was helping her grasp of the subject.

The ring tone of Anna's phone put an end to their musings as it was time for Anna to go home to supper, but the girls sneaked in one last secret kiss in Eve's room before she went down to see her friend off at the front door, with a normal peck on the cheek and a wave.

Anna had a skip in her step on the way back, she couldn't have planned a better session if she had written the script herself, and better still it looked as if Eve was as equally keen to learn as she was. It was no surprise to find Karl there, or that he was eating supper with them that evening, so Anna went over to give him a kiss on the cheek in greeting.

“Hello sister's boyfriend.”

Karl was used to Anna's quirky humour so was quick to reply.

“Hi, girlfriend's amusing younger sister.”

Anna didn't want Karl to have the last word in the pun stakes, and leaning in to kiss him she had smelt the toothpaste on his breath, but caught a faint lingering smell from his skin that hadn't originated from the bathroom shelf. She moved in closer to whisper in his ear.

“I know what you've been eating.”

She stepped back to see the blush suffuse his face, only to nearly bump into Marta who guessed something had been said to embarrass Karl, and Anna was warned to play nicely or they would be having words later. Marta sat next to Karl as she often did when the family was about, only sitting on his lap when they were alone or if there were a lack of seating. It wasn't long before the meal was ready, and everyone sat round the table other than the boys who were sleeping over at the bungalow with Nana Olga and Gramps.

As the boys weren't there it was open house on conversation, with no issues about talk of the Studio. Karl confirmed that the auditions the sisters had been involved in that weekend had been very successful as two new photographer's had been signed on, and that a third one was being seen tomorrow at one of their sister Studios. The news was that Ivan had also been ecstatic about the breadth of useful data that had been thrown up from the talk on the forum from the subjects covered. Several girls from one of the affiliate sites were to be interviewed about changing Studios as their names had cropped up on the forum.

Alina was still researching further links from information they had gleaned from the various discussions had brought to light, and was consulting some of the staff as to how this new data could affect future content. Of course much of this was due to the sisters latching on to the idea of making the weekend into more of an event, and bringing it onto the forum.

Though Marta had heard it once from Karl, and in phone conversations with people at the Studio, she was surprised at the fruit it had born, and was a little embarrassed at how Karl was singing her praises at the table. Anna was less reticent about being in the limelight, seeing this as an opportunity to introduce a new but related topic.

She spoke of how she had been working on video script ideas with Eve, and how often in the foreign magazines there was talk of sleepovers, so they wanted to stay over at each other's house a few times to see if they could get some practical ideas they could put to use in their sketches.

Igor took less part in that evening's chat, in the past he had often felt uncomfortable with the whole businesses of his two daughters involvement in producing naked pictures of young girls for a website, but over time he had mellowed. Anna and all of the models he had met had no reservations about taking part, in fact from what he could tell they all thoroughly enjoyed the experience.

He had slowly come to realise this was a power of good in their lives in so many ways, other than just the obvious financial benefits that accrued from joining the Studio. He was pleased with the general ethos that the girls do well in their studies, and the boost in self confidence it gave many of them, although that was hardly necessary in Anna's case. In a way both girls had given him the courage to stretch his own abilities beyond what he had thought he was capable of, and that had lead to their old friends being able to join them.

For Igor the final piece that had slotted into place, had been meeting Yuri, Eve's father, and at last he had found a kindred spirit in the same situation as himself, and they could talk of their common experience. Normally it was unheard of for men to talk about their feelings, and maybe in their society it was more so than in others, but they had often had frank talks when they got together. They tried to meet in Yuri's office, and talk over lunch at least once a week, but sometimes for a change they would eat out, but that limited talk to matters relating to the building trades or current news items.

Marta feeling enough had been said about her that evening, brought up the girls private chat zone, where the models got together to talk amongst themselves, and how that once again the subject of an investment club had come to the fore. With Spring hopefully just around the corner, they wanted to look into some sort of property renovation deals to help grow their own little nest eggs.

The IMC building company that had been started by Igor, for their own project was now effectively run by Melenki from the Squat. They had all the men with core skills that were needed, and additional reliable labour was never a problem, through calls to men's various relatives, so the team could be expanded accordingly. Igor said he had tentatively raised the idea with the legal guy who had been involved in their own project, as the paperwork to divide the shares, and sort out payments had not been as difficult as he had imagined. The main issue was finding the right scheme, and getting all the partners taking part to agree to the terms and conditions for the envisaged undertaking.

Igor said it would be best if all those who took part had an equal share by making the same level of investment, and they would need to employ an independent accountant to prove that no one was being cheated. Marta was happy to see her dad taking part, and that he was no longer so wary of such a large responsibility as he had been the first time round. He also made the point that they should buy in for one share so as to show good faith, as it meant their own fortunes were also tied into the successful project outcome.

Due to how well they'd done with their own house sale, they now had a much improved nest egg. Also with the continual rise in the earnings of both girls, the bonuses for their part in the writing and production of videos for other models, and other work which they had been connected with, this would for them be a much smaller comparative outlay.

It was agreed between them, that both Igor and Karl would keep their eyes open, Igor when out and about on his work around the city, and the leads on property websites being under Karl's watchful eye. Marta squeezed Karl's hand under the table, proud that he and her father would be working together on something so important, and pleased that her father showed such faith in her clever boyfriend.

On Wednesday Anna had extra items in her backpack, a pair of jeans wrapped around some stout boots, and when the last bell rang, she got changed, then put her skirt and smart shoes into her backpack. As Marta and Eve headed for the station, Anna got into the cab waiting by the school gates, sitting in the front to talk with the driver during their journey. Along their route Anna had him stop so she could buy a large bag of apples, and they each ate one on their way to the outskirts of the city, and as it was only to be a brief visit, Max would wait there in the car to drive her home.

Anna greeted the familiar faces as she walked across the yard, meeting the manager on the way to her goal. As they talked Anna was told one of her father's friends had visited one day last week, and when they reached the stall in question it became obvious why the man had dropped by. A beautifully carved nameplate adorned the door to Silver's stall, and her horse who had been watching them approach nuzzled her hand as she reached out to stoke him. Anna liked to think he recognised her as his primary human, but it could have been the lingering smell of apple juice on her hand.

They talked about which of the stable girls would be responsible for his care, and points with regard to his daily exercise. The manager was so pleased to see this young girl was taking such an active interest in the welfare of the horse she had purchased, and she suspected from the level of knowledge the girl now showed, that this wasn't a five minute wonder, as it was with so many rich kids. She had seen Anna wasn't averse to helping the stable girls with the grooming, or even wielding a fork for mucking out after her lesson while she was waiting for her ride home.

Anna only allowed Silver one sliced up apple, knowing it would be unwise to give him too much fruit in one go, then she left the bag with the head stable girl to share with Sliver throughout the week, promising her horse some carrots for Sunday. The new saddle that Silver had been measured for and other items of tack she had ordered via the specialised shop that was part of the stables had all arrived, and he even had a quilted 'coat' to wear during the day out in one of the paddocks, though now the worst of the cold weather had passed, but it was there ready for use during any stormy weather, and for next winter.

On the way back home, the driver who was one of their regulars was asking Anna about any ideas as to what to get his granddaughter for her birthday, as she would be nine the following week and he was clueless as what to get for a girl of that age. Anna mentioned that she and her sister planned to spend the morning riding this coming Sunday, and if he would drive them there and back she would arrange for the girl to join in one of the little pony trek outings that were a big favourite with the younger kids.

Driving the girls who worked at the fashion Studio was considered a coveted perk among the senior staff who worked at the cab company, as the number of contract customers had diminished in recent years. None of these girls came with an attitude, Anna and her older sister were among the best, bright and vivacious, never any problem, plus they were also rather generous when it came to tips. Bored with just sitting in the car he had got out to stretch his legs, and had seen a poster at the stables promoting special offers, but seeing the prices had himself nixed that idea as a gift.

He asked if she were sure, as he knew he was getting the best of the bargain, but Anna insisted, stating the memory of the trip for his granddaughter would last longer than any toy she was likely to get this birthday, and he was inclined to agree. Anna told him the type of clothing she she should wear for the outing, and told him the time they would be ready to set off from her house. It was also agreed they would keep it a surprise and see what she said when they all got out at the stables.

It was a joy to see the broad smile on Max's face as he drove off, it wouldn't cost her that much to pay for the girl's treat, but she knew for the driver it was more than he could comfortably afford. Anna disliked those wealthy girls at school who were always so horrid and demeaning to others who were less well off, they didn't have that many true friends, only flunkies, Anna thought it was far more fun to make the people around you happy.

It had been a great week so far, and she had several interesting items on the calender over the next few days, including the invite earlier that day from Eve for a sleepover at her house on Friday night.

Chapter 58

It was only really Anna, Marta, and her de facto research assistant Alina that followed the members forum with an analytical eye to find clues as to new avenues they could pursue in terms of Studio output. Since the audition weekend to find new photographers, a lot of interesting material had been gleaned from both the forum, and the TTMF logs, that gave a broader perspective of what aroused the curiosity of their members. Subjects that Anna and the other girls had talked of on the TTMF had bled back into the general forum from those who were maintaining a dialogue in both camps, enabling the much larger mass of the lower ranking membership to air their views about points that the Gold-Plus guys had been looking at on their more exclusive forum.

With additional seeding from Alina, those aspects of famous artistic photographers had been well covered, and they now had more insight into what other types of erotic imagery was favoured by their audience. The obsessive Japanese cult of 'Lolita complex' was also reflected in mainstream 'Photo Idols' and the comic based craze for Anime that was now spreading to the internet, with the main leading characters being teen and pre-teen girls.

They had amassed the names of numerous photographic, drawn or painted picture sets that Alina was tracking down. It had been gratifying to note though the titles of any rival Studio picture sets had cropped up, the comments about them were generally dismissive, in that the girls taking part hardly made any effort, and didn't seem to enjoy the modelling and there were also comments about the lower quality of production.

From their talk on Sunday, Marta had admitted to Alina her main reason had been to come in for a waxing appointment, and she was just killing two birds with one stone by running through some ideas to raise on the forums while they were working on a one off special. So when during the week the subject of pubic hair came up on the members forum, Alina coaxed the debate along to garner the views of their audience.

The majority opinion seemed to favour watching the gradual emergence of those first few fine hairs, through to the stage of a sparse little triangle, but wild and woolly bushes, or ones that spread too wide, or right round to the back were a no-no. The bumps, rashes, and stubble left by a poor job shaving were also disliked, having the general consensus of a neatly trimmed triangle for those girls who needed it, or a full Brazilian or landing strip for a few of the older models who were more developed. The girls were now inured to the more graphic ways in which these subjects were discussed, and the inevitable offers to help the various models with their topiary, and methods of smoothness testing afterwards!

In the two months since Uliana had joined the 'secret sisterhood' as she liked to think of it, she had been shocked on each successive week as confirmation letters arrived showing the money earned from the numbers of people looking at her pictures. It was one thing being told you could be rich, but it was quite another to see it there in black and white. She had gone along with her mum to a Studio counselling session, where a nice lady had explained some of the common pitfalls happening from a sudden change in circumstance. Thus far they had been careful to follow that advice, so as not to demonstrate any overt lifestyle changes within their current surroundings.

If Uliana were to to get past the probationary period, by launching three successful sets, and was then offered a longer term contract, that would be the game changer. Then they could think about moving, and in another setting it would be appropriate to buy more new clothes, or other visible treats that would be in keeping with their new location. Her mum always sat down when each new statement arrived, having Uliana open and read it aloud, well not loud, loud because the walls between the shoddy apartments weren't that thick.

After that first studio visit her mum had come across all overprotective, obsessing about if she was really okay about modelling for the photos, although on their second visit seeing how much Uliana enjoyed the experience, even without her friends there, she backed off. It was a relief to see set-one wasn't a flash in the pan, set-two proved equally popular, so now she just had to wait for the call to record 'Inga set 3', and hope it was well received.

It was a perverse state of affairs in that now for the first time she had gained some really genuine friends in the secret sisterhood of Studio models, that somehow she had become more visible to those other classmates who had previously been unable to see beyond the age barrier. At first Uliana was wary of these overtures towards friendship, but soon their apologies were accepted in the spirit they were given, and school life was now far better.

Aside from her much improved social standing at school, there was an added benefit that the first of her new friends also shared common interests, with Marta it was chess, and she shared music with Anna. Though Anna was not involved in the orchestra, she was still part of the music room crowd, and it was something they could safely talk about in school. They were both able to read sheet music, but discovered that there were differences in the way it was transcribed on paper for their two different instruments, but messing about they could still perform simple tunes together, at least ones that they both knew well.

Anna was very popular, but as they were in different classes Uliana didn't feel slighted they couldn't hang out together as often as she would have liked, but at least now she didn't lack company herself. She had noticed this week when she had seen Anna, her friend had looked a bit distracted, not in a worried sort of way, more sort of day dreamy, so she must have been thinking about her new horse. It was just incredible to think her friend owned a horse, Uliana had her heart set on buying herself a flute, because the one she used now actually belonged to the school, and she longed to have her very own instrument.

At the end of her second photo shoot both Sandra and Carina had been full of praise, and had calmed her concerns regarding whether she would be recalled for a third set, with the carrot of an extended modelling contract and all that entailed. To live in a properly built apartment would mean she could listen to music, or practice on her flute at home without neighbours shouting or banging on the walls. Ever since she had seen the English videos, it had become clear as to why the Studio girls were so mad keen on that class at school, and over the past few weeks she had put in far more effort herself, wanting to take part in the TTMF and perform in her own videos.

It was frustrating not having a phone at home, and the thought of a mobile phone was another of those things that she couldn't contemplate without the knowledge that she had gained the security of a longer term contract. Now having friends she realised that it felt so frustrating to be out of touch, other than when she was at school. The message about her second photo shoot had come via one of the other girls, whispered at the edge of the playground, then asking if the girl could call the Studio back to confirm it was convenient.

As they were stuck with either the postal service, or a messenger when dealing with the Studio, they had been told of a health centre visit when they had gone in for the photo shoot. It had been funny that her mum had been the more nervous, and had come home with two fillings that she wouldn't have had if it meant using their State run health service. Her mum had not expected she was also included in the care package, but they had both come home with various supplements and vitamins to improve their well-being, though of course now they could afford a much healthier diet with fresher fruit and vegetables.

Anna had tried to play down her impending sleepover at Eve's house, stating to her other Studio friends that it was just another get together to think up more ideas they could use in future video scripts, but it had been foremost in her mind since the invite. While she'd considered going on a shopping spree, she had second thoughts as she had most of what she needed in her Studio backpack. It already held a nice travel wash kit, and there was space for a sleep-shirt, and clothes for the following day. What she thought of most was the possible activities they might include during their sleepover.

Friday morning Anna had packed her Studio backpack ready to swap over straight away when she got home from school. Eve had met them at the corner as she normally did of a weekday with a smile asking if Anna was still going to come over that evening.

It had been hard to concentrate all day, the clock was running slower than normal, with Anna nearly knocking over her chair when at last she heard the final bell of the day which announced it was home time. When Marta remarked how quiet Eve was on their journey home Anna joked that Eve was storing up things to talk about all night on the sleepover, though Anna's sense of anticipation was making her even more verbose than usual.

As Anna had to swap-out backpacks, all three of them went past the turn to Eve's house, besides Eve was hoping there might be some freshly baked after school snacks in the kitchen. The boys were already at the table, drinking milk and tucking into some sweet bread rolls, but Greg paused to ask if it were true Anna was staying over at Eve's house, and if so could Victor spend the night at their house.

Ella standing behind the boys rolled her eyes, as if to say look what you've started now, but out loud she said to Eve that if her mum didn't object she didn't mind exchanging kids for the night. The two families shared many bonds of friendship, and were often in one another's houses, having them round to celebrate the New Year, and at many other times.

During a brief call to Magda the two women chuckled at the speed at which Victor was getting ready to decamp to stay over with his two friends, but Magda said she would have to ring off to check he packed some fresh underwear and a toothbrush. Anna had her bag sorted, but decided to take along her Studio laptop, as it held a good many interesting website addresses, and Eve had only seen a few of the more explicit venues inhabiting the backwaters Anna now frequented. The two girls left, and Eve's brother passed hurrying in the opposite direction, eager to swap comics and play war games with his two friends.

Magda welcomed Anna, saying the house would be more civilised with only the one 'boy' at home that evening. Not wishing to appear rude they stayed to talk for a while before going up to Eve's room, her house was smaller with three bedrooms, and two bathrooms. Eve's parents had an en-suit bathroom, and there was a common bathroom but it was not directly accessible from either of the bedrooms, but was across the upstairs hallway.

After their kissing practice in this same room earlier in the week, both girls were just a bit hesitant as to how they might proceed, and to the extent of what could happen over the rest of the evening. They both harboured similar thoughts about what they wanted to happen, but neither wanted to seem too forward, and it wouldn't do to get carried away only to be interrupted by supper, so it was by unspoken consent that they hold back till they retired for the night.

Anna suggested they fire up her laptop and start to write down ideas they could use for a sleepover video for the Studio, and in whispered giggles, what they could do on their own real sleepover. The two of them had worked on several other scripts over the past months, so they were becoming a good team at bouncing ideas around, talking about themes they had seen in the foreign magazines.

Trying on clothes would provide the ideal reason for their proposed models to strip off, and from Marta's research they knew Karl liked to watch as she changed outfits, enjoying both the dressing and undressing while she fooled around deciding what to wear. Makeovers in hair styles and make-up could be another good element they could include, and then they thought about adding some music so as to have the girls do sexy dance routines. Next it was considered what games might be played, it seemed spin the bottle was quite often mentioned with the participants engaging in truth or dare forfeits.

Anna then suggested Twister, which Eve hadn't heard of, so with a quick look on the net, they found many pictures of teen bodies in contorted heaps which soon convinced Eve it would have an appeal to their audience. The thought of various adolescent girls twisted together in their undies or even naked was starting to make Eve glow, while her panties were feeling tight and damp. The idea that she could later be snuggled in a close embrace with Anna was causing a tingle to run through her; her thighs clenched at the images that conjured up.

The time flew by until they were called down to eat, and plans for any Studio productions or for that matter the real sleepover were temporarily forgotten as they rushed down to the kitchen where they could smell of one of their favourite dishes being served.

Yuri knew about the sleepover as his daughter had been excited at the prospect of Anna staying overnight, and how it would help them develop more ideas for Studio videos or picture sets. He had seen on recent statements from the Studio that his little girl was now getting additional payments for her video script input, which had boosted the family's nest egg, though he also suspected Eve had formed an attachment to her young friend. It was harmless, and a stage which Magda insisted a lot of girls that age went through, and at least it was a safe outlet for Eve to explore. He had often listened to Igor when Marta had started seeing Karl, and in a few years it would be his turn to start worrying about boys.

Anna was no trouble, and he was glad that their new friends were such close neighbours, and that they could talk openly together about issues raised by the common link of having their girls involved with the Studio. The thing he liked most about Anna was her quick wit so he felt he should join in with the jokes this evening.

“What's happening around here? Some local wizard has cast a spell and changed my son into a girl, whatever are we to do Magda?”

“Well there will be less tidying up for me, and more help with the housework, so I don't see it as a problem.”

Anna stuck her tongue out at Eve's dad, and they broke out laughing, and they were soon chatting about the week's events as the serving dishes were passed around. Magda had even baked a fruit pie to finish the meal, a skill she had picked up from Ella, who seemed to make most of her meals from scratch using raw ingredients, rather than use any shop brought alternative.

After eating the girls helped clear up, as they talked with Magda about some of the ideas they were working on, and how they were hoping to have enough material for several scripts if they worked hard on their research. Magda had been there for all her daughter's photo shoots as her chaperone, and at the one video she had so far done in the foreign language series, so she was well aware of the sort of ideas the girls might explore, plus she had an inkling the girls held a crush for each other, so she told them she would leave them undisturbed to work on their video planning.

It momentarily crossed Eve's mind that there could be more to her mum's statement, but then she thought she was just being paranoid, and her mum was just trying to help by leaving them alone to work out their ideas. That seemed to be confirmed when her mum announced she would leave out some pastries in case they wanted to come down later in the evening for a break from their labours.

They said goodnight to Eve's parents, then ran up to her room to continue brainstorming from where they had left off, as neither knew how to move on from the point they had reached earlier in the week. Some of the stuff they were thinking about for the scripts lead them to check on the net, which gave Anna the idea to bring up some websites that had a leaning to girl on girl pictures. This in turn moved the conversation towards their own relative development compared to the girls they saw on screen, and to one another.

In age they were little more than a month apart, and they were very close in terms of development, both having the shallowest of cones on their chest, but still noticeable given the right pose. Anna's hair was much longer, as Eve favoured a page boy style with her full bodied mid brown hair, but other than Eve's slight remnant of lingering baby fat, the girls were close enough in size they could swap clothes. As that had become the current topic, they looked through Eve's drawers and wardrobe, ostensibly for research purposes.

Anna saw a particular top that had beautifully embroidered motifs, and Eve encouraged her to try it on. Anna who was not shy about undressing in front of others felt a sudden awkwardness, then berated herself for being foolish, then removed her own baggy top to try on the garment she had so admired. Eve wanting to expand the intimacy of the current situation asked to try on Anna's discarded top, it was still warm, her friend's scent could be detected as she pulled it on over her head, causing her to breathe in deeply.

It didn't take long until both girls were trying on various combinations of tops and skirts or shorts, and they had both relaxed, the slight tension having evaporated as they enjoyed sorting out what to wear. They hadn't lost sight of finding script ideas, but now it looked possible that another agenda could also be achieved while they were revelling in their game of dressing-up. When Anna nearly lost her balance stepping out of a pair of stretchy shorts, Eve grabbed her to prevent a fall, this close the girls looked at one another, then leaning in kissed without the hesitation of their exploits a few days before.

The kissing continued as they stood there almost naked, just wearing panties, and Anna still having the shorts half way down her legs. They were both breathing in gasps between kisses, and Anna was aware of the way her nipples were pressed against Eve, and could feel Eve's nipples in return.

Eve was the first to speak. “Do you think for the sketches we're writing the girls should try out underwear too?”

“I suppose so, after all the Studio will want the girls to tease the members, and it would be a good excuse seeing the girls step in and out of different styles of panties. It's never said out loud but we all know they want to catch some good pussy shots, it's definitely wet pink that sells the sets.”

“Yes, I caught on to that fairly early on from the comments on set, and it didn't bother me so I thought why not, and I've been doing quite well on sales.”

“The work Marta's been doing with Alina keeps throwing up new sales ideas all the time, just this week they were looking into what the members thought about pubic hair.”

“What do they think about it, I've noticed I'm just starting to get some tiny hairs down there, and I wondered if they would show up in my pictures.”

It wasn't long before the two girls had agreed it was only fair that if one got to look, then it should go both ways and soon there were two naked eleven year old girls taking turns to look at each other in close detail. Anna knelt down as Eve sat on the edge of the bed with her legs well spread, moving in close she could detect along with the finest of body hair there were five or six slightly darker thicker hairs emerging. It took a close inspection to find this new growth, Anna was also able from this close range to detect the feminine odour similar to her own which became more noticeable when she was excited.

Anna could also see evidence of wetness about the opening to Eve's pussy, the type of look she had to initially fake within her own pictures, but now it came more naturally with a little help from her own fingers. She moved her hands that were resting on Eve's thighs with the intention of causing the lips of Eve's pussy to shift slightly, it seemed the wetness was the same as her own, even if the odour was elusively different.

Eve had nervously watched Anna look for the newly emergent hairs, but she seemed very absorbed down there, and in no hurry to end her inspection. It made Eve hot to think that Anna was so taken with her pussy, it wasn't as if Anna didn't have a pussy of her own, but then they had all noted how some girls were always obsessed with their progress when compared to their peers. Anna was so close she could feel the each exhaled breath of air, and began to worry as she had not washed down there since early that morning, but Anna seemed not to notice.

Anna looked up and smiled. “I can see them from up close, maybe five or six, but I don't know if they'll show up in your pictures, we need to download your last set and zoom in on the best shots to find out. You check to see if I've got any now.”

They changed places, and it was Anna's turn to be on display. Having had Anna move in so close, Eve didn't feel so forward about getting a similar birds eye view of her friend. She looked from all angles, and could just make out the faintest of chevron shapes, but it didn't seem any of the fine hairs she could see would qualify as pubic. This lack of pubic hair did not curtail Eve's inspection, as looking at Anna's pussy was somewhat different to trying to get a view her own with the aid of a mirror.

The scent of Ann's pussy was much like her own, and she often licked her fingers after playing with herself, so it was a fair bet Anna would taste the same. The lips of Anna's vulva were less fleshy than her own, but the hood covering her clit looked about the same size, and that made her wonder if Anna Jilled-off as often as she did. Wondering how to move beyond the current impasse, and experiment in actually playing together, Eve raised the subject of Sofia and Oxana's shower video, as it was considered to be quite hot stuff for their own website, and she could sound out Anna's feelings on the subject.

Anna was quite happy to have Eve stay where she was as they talked about the video, and how the two stars had been invited to do even more daring scenes for an associate sister website that mostly dealt with girls in their mid-teens. Eve of course wanted to know how daring the scenes got, and Anna talked of the kissing, then kissing each others bodies all over, and all the touching and caressing like the two girls had done in the shower.

“You mean like this.” Eve said as she slowly ran one hand up and down Anna's side, from her hip, along the smooth skin, and coming close to her breast. Anna hadn't jumped up or said to stop, she had just made a little murmur that sounded like approval, so Eve carried on increasing the scope of her explorations.

Anna was surprised that Eve had been so bold, and that her own unspoken plans were not dissimilar from Eve's, who must be equally curious as to the emotions and physical urges of her own body. It wasn't long before she wanted to reciprocate, and soon the two were writhing about on the bed, hands freely roaming over each other as the kisses got hotter.

Eve may have upped the ante, but now Anna raised the stakes as her hand moved down towards Eve's mound that she had earlier been scanning for pubic hairs. She could hardly detect the growth with her fingers, but noted a tone of impatience from Eve that caused her to move on further south. Her questing fingers edged forwards over the plump mound to discover the hood of Eve's clit, gently brushing past to trace the outline of her vulva, aware of the puffiness of the girls lips. The whole area felt wetter now, than when she had looked there before, and Eve squirmed from the attention she was receiving.

Anna's fingers traced the edges, then came up to circle the clit that was becoming more prominent, her movements aided by the lubrication that was now becoming increasingly evident with each pass she made over the entrance to Eve's body, as her middle finger slid down between the engorged lips. This was exciting to witness her friend's avid response to the attention she was receiving, and Anna felt a sense of power and pride in the way she could control Eve's rising excitement.

It was difficult for Eve to think about pleasuring Anna in return, barely managing to hold on to her friend, occasionally kissing when she could find the breath, it was little different to what she did herself, but at the same time that much better, having someone else direct the action. Each unexpected change of speed or type of caress made the experience more intense, and she could feel this was going to build to a really good cum. When Eve peaked she had to bite her hand to keep from calling out, as the crest seemed to ebb then crash back again until she had to move Anna's hand away as she was becoming too sensitive.

Anna propped up on one arm smiled down as she watched the rise and fall of Eve's chest as she gulped for air, pleased at being able to elicit such a powerful response, now better able to understand what Marta had said about how she felt after getting Karl off. Also she now felt that sense of accomplishment, happy in her friend's pleasure, hoping that this would be the start of an interesting night. As Eve opened her eyes, Anna raised her hand, and with a devilish grin licked her fingers, sucking off the juices.

Eve was still floating as she watched what Anna was doing. She had never realised that having someone else do what she had done so often for herself could feel so much better. If a friends fingers could feel that good, then it was hard to imagine what it must be like to progress to more intimate pleasures she had heard about. She really really wanted to thank Anna.

“Anna I think it's your turn now.”

Chapter 59

Eve's body was still glowing as she reached over to Anna, and they started kissing once again, with Eve becoming more adventurous gently taking Anna's bottom lip between her teeth and sucking. She wanted Anna to share all the wonderful experiences she had enjoyed just a short time ago, and began to move down Anna's body, kissing and playing as she went. Reaching Anna's small breasts she licked the nipples in turn back and forth, able to note the reactions this caused, and the encouraging groans she could hear.

She moved onwards, downwards, recalling the tales of the things Karl did to Marta, licking and nibbling the skin as she moved in a meandering path to her destination. All her senses seemed heightened as she closed in on her goal, the heat of Anna's skin, and the rising awareness that she could smell Anna's essence as she approached.

Now laying between the legs of her supine friend, she once again took in the sight of Anna's pussy that was the focus of her attention, to note how the rosy hue of her skin increased until at the centre she could see the tight wet scarlet passage. Eve's fingers played around the target, seeking to excite and tease while she placed little butterfly kisses on thighs and tummy, ever working closer, trying to find the resolve to make a bold move.

Anna was pulled between looking, and closing her eyes as the tension rose, as her whole body seemed to vibrate from the anticipation of whether Eve would press forward and try out the kissing they both knew about, but had not yet tried. Each nibble, lick or kiss sent shivers up and down her body, at the sweet mercy of her attacker, like being tickled as a child, but now in a way only for grown-ups.

It was unbelievable, she was sure only Eve's weight on her thighs stopped her launching off the bed as a kiss landed right on her clit. Soon it was followed by more kisses, then it felt amazing as Eve's tongue went to work lapping all around, experimenting to find out what made Anna squirm the most.

Eve was taken by surprise at how Anna had reacted, like some Jack-in-the-box, and now as she traced patterns around and through the lips in front of her, she marvelled at the results. She had still harboured small doubts about actually licking up the juices from down there, but it was very similar to the way she herself tasted, so it wasn't any big deal. What Eve liked best, was the ragged breathing and strangled noises that proved she was doing it right. It had been her great fear that she wouldn't be any good at sex stuff, even if it was only practising with a girlfriend.

Her fingers pulled at the lips as she licked, really too close to focus on the wet feast in front of her, she pulled back now and then to view her target as she laved the surrounding area with her tongue. Even with a mirror she had not been able to examine herself in the same detailed way she could now see Anna. However much she licked up the juices Anna only seemed to get wetter and noisier all the time.

Anna hovered between griping the bed cover and holding Eve's head in place, as magic things happened between her thighs, a soft wet flexible tongue beat fingers hands down. She could see why her sister raved about oral sex, it was even better than her favourite chocolates, though it was hard to concentrate on anything else with all those wonderful feelings coursing through her body. Anna gasped as she felt for the first time, a slim finger other than her own slide inside her pussy, and begin moving about.

Putting into practice those things she had read about on some of the websites Anna had shown her recently, Eve now attacked from inside and out, listening to Anna as she tried to suppress the sounds of her rising excitement, and was glad her brother was not in his adjoining bedroom. Knowing how she liked to bring herself off, Eve had saved the best for last, waiting till the tension had reached an unbearable level. Thinking the time was right she made an all out assault on Anna's clit, which was now peaking from it's protective hood bathed in the abundant juices covering the whole area.

Anna's self induced orgasms had never been loud; gasps, grunts, or the occasional squeal, but she had needed to bite into one of Eve's pillows to hold back from alerting the whole neighbourhood to the new level of joy she had found. It rolled on in a series of waves, threatening to carry her away, till at last her breathing steadied, her heart still pounding, her hand squeezing one of her nipples almost to the point of pain.

Now propped up on her elbows smiling, Eve looked up along the length of Anna's lean flushed body, pleased with the results, and holding the firm belief this wouldn't be the last time they would experiment together.

Anna was still floating as she watched Eve grinning up at her, having heard those stories about pussy licking was one thing, but to be on the receiving end was quite another, like trying to describe a rainbow in black and white, the words just weren't adequate.

The two girls snuggled together as they talked and giggled about their activities so far that evening, sure there were parts that wouldn't be in any of their own Studio productions, but there was possible scope for their sister site which did a lot of group scenes with older, more experienced models. It was getting late, and Eve asked if Anna would be okay about them sharing the bathroom together before going to bed. As long as she could remember Anna had shared a bath with her sister, so this was hardly something new, but it would be more exciting in light of what might occur.

They just put on dressing gowns to cross the hall to the bathroom, their giggling causing Magda to look out of her room to check if the girls were okay, and wish them goodnight. Once in the bathroom Anna remarked on how Eve's parents had gone to bed early, and maybe as Victor was away for the evening they were 'doing it', but Eve made a face and said she didn't want that image of her parents in her head.

The girls hardly saw themselves as children, but then they weren't yet teenagers either, so there were no complaints about adding a large helping of bubble bath into the tub as it filled. They both wore shower caps, not wanting to go to bed with wet hair, and soon they were in the tub, again hands roaming over each other, only now they were gliding through slippery soap suds. This lead to games where they painted each other's faces with foamy beards, and tried to heap up foam on top of their shower caps.

Later to rid themselves of the excessive foam they had to run the shower when they had finished, all the while Anna was making more notes in her head as to which ideas would suit which website. They dried off then began to brush their teeth, something that all the models took seriously, then Anna rinsed her mouth with several glasses of water.

“What's up Anna don't you like that brand of toothpaste?”

Colouring up Anna quietly admitted that she didn't want the lingering minty taste to affect the flavour of anything else she might eat later, giving a wiggle of her eyebrows, again the two girls giggled as Eve refilled her own glass.

Back in Eve's room the dressing gowns were hung up, and then looking over at the night clothes with a glance between them it was decided they wouldn't be needed if they really wanted to continue from where they'd left off.

Soon Eve was on the receiving end from an amorous Anna who tried to copy what Eve had done to her, spending more time on the parts she had enjoyed most. It was great fun teasing her friend, and she wanted to make it last a long time so Eve had lots of cums.

As the night progressed they switched about several times, they'd even tried to do each other simultaneously, which Anna said was called a sixty-nine, but the problem was that neither of them could concentrate on what they were doing, so they were better off taking turns at licking one another. Tired out from their new activities, they eventually pulled up the covers and quickly fell asleep snuggled together.

Yuri had left for work, as his depot was open till lunchtime on Saturdays, but when neither of the girls had shown up for breakfast by eight, Magda went up and tapped gently on Eve's door. Without thinking, Eve who was barely awake recognised her mother's knock and said to come in. Magda smiled as she saw Eve and her friend nestled together under the covers, and caught a faint stale whiff of light musk in the air.

Knowing that the girls had plans for the day, she told them the time, stating breakfast would be ready when they were, then quickly left the room as she had seen two sets of night clothes on the floor beside the bed.

Both girls at first were feeling a little bashful about the activities of the night before, but after a hesitant start, they talked of the fun they had exploring the new found sexual side of their natures. The next topic was the when and where for a repeat adventure, as they were keen to continue the fun and games. All pretence that their activities were for the purposes of research were now firmly put in second place, though by no means forgotten.

At the table as Magda laid out breakfast, she asked the girls if the sleepover had helped them to think up any themes for videos or photo shoots. Both girls related their ideas for using the excuse of hunting through the host's wardrobe for dressing up, then changing outfits, and how having a game of twister could be suitable on the website for the older models. They had also thought of a bubble bath sketch for the two nine year old girls that Marta had placed together, for they could probably manage to do an English video with it as they'd only need a minimum of dialogue.

It had been planned on the girls chat zone, that several local girls interested in writing scripts, and a few more that lived within an easy commute of the city were meeting for a face to face workshop on video production. They wanted to exchange ideas and help each other on how to write realistic foreign sketches as this was now becoming an increasingly popular part of the Studio output. Though Eve had only so far starred in one video herself because she wasn't one of the top English students, she was still keen to be involved in the process of scriptwriting along with her friends even though she needed to collaborate in order to correct and edit her ideas to a final draft.

Anna had collected up all her stuff, and it was decided they would go round to her house and call a cab for all three girls to travel to the Studio, where they were going to use the small conference room for a mass brainstorming session. They were expecting that as many as sixteen models would show up, as they wanted to have a ready made stockpile of scripts for the summer period, when models would descend upon the city in droves from all over the country during the main school holiday.

The house was unexpectedly quiet, as the three boys were parked in front of the telly watching Saturday morning cartoons, so their arrival wasn't even noticed, but Ella told Eve having one extra boy overnight had been no trouble, and to tell her mum he'd been well behaved. They were soon organised for their day at the Studio, and didn't have to wait long for their cab to arrive to whisk them through the weekend traffic.

At the Studio they weren't the first to arrive, as three others eager to make progress were already in the meeting room. Tanya had laid in a supply of notepads, and around the room stood several whiteboards, also she had arranged for snacks, fruit, and drinks to be sent along from the canteen once the rest of the girls showed up. By mid morning everyone who had promised to be there was in attendance, plus a few additional faces, there wasn't a fixed agenda so they started with a wide ranging discussion before splitting into smaller working groups.

Alina had agreed to help and went around from group to group, in order to find what type of themes each were looking at, then making suggestions, or changing the make up of a group to fit like minded people onto the same team. Most of the fledgling playwrights had each participated in English language videos, or at least in the older style of videos, so the process was something with which they were familiar. The insider viewpoint gave them a handle on what was expected, and the means by which they should get there, even if the language of the script slowed them down.

Many of the girls pointed out articles in their favourite foreign magazines that had inspired their script ideas, some were even the result of looking through the agony Aunt columns that were featured in all of these teenage publications. As each idea got firmed up, a script outline would be posted onto one of the whiteboards, and the name of the girl, duo, or team that were working on it. The dialogue for each rough idea would be fleshed out over time, though for now they just wanted a range of possible scripts that could be rolled out across the coming months.

General themes would provide the in house designers, costume, and props departments a clue of what was in the pipeline, so they had sufficient notice of any odd items that might be required well in advance of each production. As the day wore on they had another couple of joint sessions to work on the difficulties encountered by any of the teams, and for suggestions of which models would suit some of the posted script themes.

By late afternoon they had a substantial list of script outlines to be worked on, some just as a basic theme, but a good many had the start of a story board having a plan of how those scenes would play out from start to finish. A generosity of spirit prevailed as to producing scripts that other girls would star in, rather than just thinking up scenarios they themselves would use, as it was for the common good for the Studio to thrive by having many girls participating in this recent innovation.

The girls were well aware of the fact they would get a slice of the pie for their contribution to a successful video, but part of the fun was expanding their horizons as to what they could achieve, and knowing they had helped in some small way in boosting the career of one of their fellow models. Two of the girls from out of town had also arranged that they would be taking part in photo shoots on Sunday, so their own travel plans had a two fold advantage in that they would be working the following day.

The sisters of course had planned to visit the stables on Sunday, though Eve wouldn't be joining them as she had family commitments on that day, besides although she enjoyed riding she said she would rather go in the summer when it was warmer. Anna had told Marta about laying on a treat for their driver's granddaughter, in exchange for the round trip, and Marta had commented she was a soft touch. In reality Marta was pleased to see her sister's generous offer to the sweet old man who was one of their frequent drivers, he always hung about to make sure they were safely inside before he drove away.

One of the girls working on the scripts was due to take part in the TTMF the next day, and was planning to bring up the subject of the videos, and the meeting they had to plan the coming output, so she would ask if their Platinum members had any special requests that they could consider for the future. Alina joined in as she knew several of these girls took part in the forum, and talked about how they used the archive of both the forum and the ordinary members forum to glean information for reaction to current output, and for clues as to the direction for coming productions.

It seemed many of the girls hadn't considered the marketing information which would be available from their little chats with the customers that brought both their picture sets and videos, but now the discussion changed course, as they thought about making more of that opportunity when they next took a turn on the forum. They wound down to a close, with less and less talk on Studio matters, as small groups now caught up with gossip and a favourite topic of current pop culture and of course boys.

They all said their goodbyes, with most of the girls heading home, after a late night and a busy day Anna was looking forwards to an early night and some fun the next day riding her new horse.

After they had eaten that night the sisters shared a hot deep bath as Anna relayed to Marta her recent experience of sapphic loving. They talked for a long time, with Marta admitting she had gone through a stage where she had been curious, though at the time nothing had come of it, and she didn't feel it would be right with them as sisters to mess about in that way. Another issue was that less than a year ago they had lived in a crowded apartment without the luxury of having their own spaces like they did now.

By the time the topic had been fully aired the water was little more than tepid, and they needed to get to bed if they hoped to be ready for their early morning start.

Sunday morning Anna awoke to the sound of pop music, with an annoying morning DJ from her recently purchased alarm radio. She had tried different stations, but some of the broadcasts from distant stations didn't always have a very good reception, and it wasn't so much choosing her favourite, as much as picking the least worse station. She could have tuned to the BBC, but she thought it a bit stuffy for listening to first thing in the morning, but she was an avid listener at other times to help her absorb the language. Running to the bathroom she had to wait for her sister to get her turn on the throne, but at least they had a double vanity top so they could each wash and brush their teeth at the same time.

Both girls wore jeans and sturdy footwear, as sometimes the area around the stables could be muddy, then they would change into their riding togs when they got there as they each had a locker in the changing rooms where they kept their kit. They knew their mum would insist they have a big breakfast before facing a morning out riding in the fields, so they'd allowed enough time until their cab turned up.

Ella had also heard about the driver's granddaughter, having placed a Tupperware box on the kitchen table holding a birthday cake she had baked for their young guest. It had been little trouble to include an additional item to her normal round of baking, and she relished the chance to practice her cake decorating skills. Taped to the top of the box was a packet of nine candles, along with the little holders, so the surprise gift would be complete.

The girls had everything they required ready by the front door, just needing to put on their shoes and grab their jackets when Max arrived. When he did show up a few minutes early, Ella recognised the man as he had driven her on several trips, so she asked him in as the girls dressed up and tied their shoes. Handed the box, Max thanked Ella profusely saying how young Mikayla would love the home made cake, but they couldn't talk any longer, as the sisters were anxious to be on their way.

They waved to their mum as they followed Max out to his cab, climbing into the back as he got in and handed the box to the girl sitting in the front passenger seat.

“Wow granddad, that was nice of one of your regulars to make a cake for me, is that the surprise you spoke about?”

The sisters smiled at the comment, as the young girl leaned forwards looking through the lid of the plastic box, and then as she sat up she turned to see the sisters sitting in the back seat.

Anna was startled as she saw the girl properly for the first time, gently nudging Marta's leg, but her sister was having exactly the same thoughts.

Chapter 60

We meet a stunning new girl

Young Mikayla was stunning, the hood on her coat that had initially hidden the girl had now fallen back to reveal her dark brown hair set in two braids, framing a round face with a small wide but cute nose, full lips, and large arresting eyes with a slight upward tilt. In a word this girl was exotic. Her flawless skin and her features pointed to a Filipino or Asian background, but the light Mocha tone suggested mixed parentage.

“Sorry for staring Mikayla, but your just so pretty, your granddad didn't tell me that, only that you were his favourite granddaughter.”

“That was his little joke, I'm his only granddaughter, in fact his only grandchild.” Then in a stage whisper. “That's why he likes to spoil me.”

“But he hasn't told you yet about what the surprise is that he has planned for today?”

“No, he just said to dress warm, and we wouldn't get back till after lunchtime, so do you know what this is all about?”

Neither sister would admit to where they were going, only saying to wait and see, but when they neared the shop where Anna had previously brought apples, they stopped this time for a bag of carrots. They were keen to learn more of this girl, so kept up a constant stream of chatter as they completed their journey.

Arriving at the stables, Mikayla was agog looking at some of the large horses that were being lead around, and it was revealed that she had been booked up to go pony trekking for the morning. Anna had brought along a small digital camera, and took several shots of the proud grandfather and granddaughter together, before heading inside to the reception area. Max their driver, was told he could hang about in the reception's lounge area, or if he wanted to wonder around, and come back later for a coffee while the three girls were out riding.

Anna and Marta took Mikayla to the girls locker room where they got changed, and there were spare riding togs for novice or day visitors who didn't have their own riding breeches. The girl was straight up and down, as they would expect of a girl who'd just turned nine, and her legs were the same beautiful shade as her face, what's more she looked fit and toned like a gymnast or swimmer.

They had shown up well in advance of the pony trekking in order that they could show the youngster around before it was time for her to set off, though now Anna was thinking of changing their own plans, having a brief word with Marta then going to speak with one of the instructors. It was all arranged, the sisters on their larger horses would join in with the pony trekking crowd and as they were both considered competent riders they could assist, meaning only one staff member would be needed to lead the trek.

Having been so enamoured by this girl, and seeing her potential they wanted to establish a rapport and hopefully draw her in to join the Studio. Introducing first Irisha and then more recently Uliana to the Studio, had lead to bonus payments, and a second payment was made when the girls passed the first hurdle of their third photo-set, being signed-on for a rolling contract. This wasn't purely a mercenary endeavour, the other two girls had been grateful for the life changing opportunity, and Mikayla would be too, once the time was ripe.

The three girls crossed the yard where Anna introduced Mikayla to Silver, and they fed the horse carrots, then she went on to explain all the items of tack needed to ride a horse, as she saddled up her mount with Marta's help. Leading Silver around by his reins they toured the stables showing Mikayla about till they came to where some of the younger staff were getting the ponies ready for the trekking group. As they looked on girls started to arrive who were booked for that morning's jaunt through the local countryside.

There followed a period of organised chaos as it was determined who had ridden before, and which girls were total novices. With Anna and Marta assisting, each of the numerous arrivals were found a mount, and helped into the saddle, then the instructor gave them a talk on the basics and lead the procession around the stable yard for a few turns before setting out along the trail.

Anna felt proud to be sitting on her very own horse giving out advice on posture and other pointers to the novice riders, several of whom were older than herself. The ponies used for the trekking were docile, and quite used to moving along in single file with the assistants moving alongside to hand out tips to unskilled first time riders. Marta was content to play backstop, looking out from the rear for any girls who were having problems while she enjoyed the fresh morning air.

With two goals in mind Anna made sure to get plenty of pictures both close-ups and a few shots that showed Mikayla as part of the group activity. It had been a good idea to bring her camera along, and having it on a lanyard round her neck meant it was safe from being dropped onto the bridleway. She would get John to print off the shots she thought Max and Mikayla would want as keepsakes of her adventure, and she knew that Ivan would be bowled over when he saw the exotic beauty they had found. If she could be persuaded to join the Studio at only nine years old, she could have a long career; even longer taking into account the picture banking that had now taken hold.

Max had watched from a distance as the sisters had shown 'Micky' around, so pleased that the older girls had taken to her, and were making her day out really special. It had been a marvellous idea of Anna's, and it would have cost him far more than he could earn in a whole day's busy driving, so it was undoubtedly a good deal. It warmed his heart to see how excited Micky was when she had found out the nature of her surprise day out.

Anna had told him she would take a few pictures so they would have a memento of the special day, and his son and daughter in law would be able see the event they would no doubt be hearing of for weeks to come, if Micky's excitement was anything to go by.

In their society people tended to know their place, and the lifestyle of those associated with the fashion Studio was several notches above his own standing, but they were always polite, and didn't have the arrogant disposition of many of the business types that were the mainstay of his customers. Those people wouldn't even pass the time of day, let alone ask about your family, or arrange to make a special treat for your granddaughter.

At one point the manager came over to fix herself a coffee and asked Max if he wanted one too, and they fell into conversation. Max learned of how the horse Anna had recently brought had been neglected by the previous owner who hadn't been able to pay the bills, and that Anna and her father had made sure the stables were not out of pocket.

Then Max told of how Anna had arranged the birthday treat for his granddaughter, that would have been a stretch for him to afford being just a cab driver.

By the time the manager went back to her paperwork, she had a bunch of cards with the cab company number saying it would be useful having a city based driver knowing how to find their out of the way location. The horsey themed magazines in the lounge area didn't interest Max, so he went off for a stroll around the area stopping by a paddock to stroke a few of the curious animals that came up to see if he had any treats for them.

Anna liked going up and down the line of riders speeding up, then slowing down again as she spoke to them, they being unaware it was not for their benefit, but for Anna's, as she ground her pussy into the saddle with the change of movement, getting a nice tingly feeling with the pressure on her clit. She made a point of checking out that Mikayla, or Micky as she liked to be called was enjoying her riding experience, hoping the girl might become hooked on riding, and then Anna could suggest a way to fund the hobby.

Dropping back to speak with Marta, they had both realised caution was the watchword, not wanting to move too quickly, as they needed to find out more about the girl and her family. Had they known before what a peach Max's granddaughter was, they would've laid in the groundwork by now to find these things out, but the girl had been a total surprise, for doting grandparents often over egged how wonderful their grandchildren were.

Both sisters had been on a pony trek early on when they had joined up, really just as an introduction, having then moved on to bigger and better things, but the standard outing didn't cover that great a distance, and there was a break part way round. At the chosen location they would dismount and get a chance to stretch for a bit, then there would be some snacks provided while the ponies munched fresh grass by the hedgerows.

Micky was having a great time, just as enthusiastic as all the others who were mainly first timers. As often happened with a bunch of girls several conversations seemed to all be happening at once, but when Mikayla mentioned that Anna was riding a horse she owned herself, this caused a lot of interest, and they all wanted to meet Silver. Fortunately all the horses at the stables were used to noisy youngsters, so were not easily spooked, but Anna reminded them all not to approach from behind or to make any sudden moves that might alarm the horse.

While they were all eating Anna and Marta got into conversation with Micky, each taking careful note of what they could learn about her, her family life, and raising questions that would give them a better picture of this possible recruit. Her dad's dad, was her only grandparent, as his wife had died when Micky was very young and she was only a dim memory, and she didn't know anything about her mum's parents. The fact was she knew little of her mum's heritage, other than she was born in Manilla, but said her ancestors must have come from many different countries.

Her dad was a high school teacher, mostly geography, but he also taught some history classes, and he coached football (soccer) at the school were he worked. Her mum worked part time as a receptionist at a large hotel in the city, but she didn't like the hours very much, and they would call her in at a moments notice if they were expecting any Asian or American guests. Apart from Ukrainian or Russian her mum also spoke Filipino and English fluently, but coming from a country where over eighty languages were used, meant she had a smattering of other tongues where she could make do.

Both sisters were very interested to learn of any person who could speak English, for they had found good teachers fairly hard to come by, so next Anna asked if Micky took after her mum in speaking additional languages.

“No just a few phrases here and there in Filipino, but I'm a bit better when it comes to English, as my dad said that it was a useful skill to learn, but I don't get to practice much.”

Anna and Marta switched to speaking in English, and a wide eyed nine year old joined in, slow and hesitant in her replies, but they felt she was able to follow what they were both talking about if they kept it slow and simple. This new turn of conversation came to an end when the instructor announced that lunch was over, and the sisters were needed to help get everyone back in the saddle.

Once they were on their way again, Anna took up her duty of doling out advice to the riders nearer the middle of the string, with the instructor keeping an eye on the first couple of riders, and Marta doing the same at the rear. Each time Anna came alongside Micky she gave her tips in English, “Sit more upright in the saddle.” Then seeing the girl follow her instructions, proved she had the understanding, even if she was unpractised in actually using the language on any regular basis.

At the back Marta was pondering the remaining unanswered questions, such as where the girl lived, and what her parents attitude might be to the possibility of their daughter taking up a career in modelling. Maybe as her mum didn't like her job as a receptionist, she just might like to become an English teacher for adolescent girls, then perhaps after she'd met some of the other models the issue could be raised of Mikayla joining the Studio.

The next time Anna dropped back to speak with her sister, Marta passed on her thoughts of how they could approach the situation, and carefully tease out the information that they needed to know. It was easy for the sisters to have a private conversation, when not at home, or with their Studio friends by talking in English, knowing that most people would only catch the odd word if it was common in pop culture, just like their own knowledge of the language less than a year ago.

Anna rode to the head of the column to speak to the instructor, then moved off ahead to take a few pictures of the approaching string of riders, then went on over the last little section to catch shots of the trekkers entering the yard, with Max standing there to greet his broadly smiling granddaughter. The sisters helped the young customers dismount, it seemed most in a hurry to run over to waiting parents, but Micky was quite happy to stay longer, lending a hand with tack, and pleased to join in grooming the ponies.

Max wasn't concerned about the time as it was his own car, as he was an owner-driver at the firm, he could set his own hours, so if Micky was happy, he was happy too. He loved hearing her excited tale of her outing on horseback, how high up it felt, what a good view as she could see over the hedgerows, and how sure-footed her pony had been. He took great pleasure in her enjoyment, thinking that the fun of youth was all about making new discoveries and having new experiences. It had been kind of Anna to make the offer of arranging the pony trekking, but he hadn't expected both her and Marta to devote their whole morning in making Micky's birthday treat so special.

When they finished off the tasks with the ponies, the grateful stable girls thanked their three additional helpers, then Anna asked Micky if she wanted to ride on Silver as she lead him over to the other stable block where he lived. Micky needed to use a mounting block, and granddad held her as she got up onto the bigger animal. Marta could see her sister's intent, to become a figure of admiration to the young girl, someone she might aspire to emulate, someone who she would want as an older friend and role model.

As they sorted out Silver, Anna said how there were more responsibilities when you owned your own horse, in that you had to look out for it's welfare, but you got to know the horse that much better, so you could bond with them and become friends. Back in the locker room Anna spoke of her other hobbies in order to get Micky to reciprocate, and they found that she did indeed spend time on gymnastics, and loved to go swimming as indicated by her trim healthy appearance.

Being only nine years old Mikayla had no issues about stripping down to her underwear with the older girls, to change out of the borrowed riding breeches, but she was still girly enough to take note of the expensive clothing the other two wore, from their underwear through to their top label jeans. She didn't understand the involvement of the two sisters in this special birthday treat, but she knew they must have helped her granddad through their connection with the stables, so she asked how it was they knew him.

Anna said how they used the cab company quite a lot, and that Max was one of their favourite drivers, not wanting to bring modelling into their conversation just yet wondering if she would later talk to Max, and if he would mention the 'fashion studio' where he dropped off many of his regular schoolgirl clients aged from eight years old and upwards.

Stopping off in reception Anna asked if Marta's kit, and her own, in their lockers could be laundered during the week, distracting Mikayla while Marta spoke with the manager to arrange a few extra last minute treats that could be added to their account. Shortly the manager called Micky over and presented her with a 'certificate' to hang on her wall, as junior horse rider, a button badge, and a few other trinkets as mementos of her day out at the stables.

When the girls had gone to change Max went to sit in his car, well pleased he had listened to Anna's idea, sure his darling granddaughter would remember this outing for a long time to come. Seeing the trio leave the office he fired up the engine to start the car heater, worried in case any of them had got their feet wet in this cold weather.

As soon as they got into the car Micky was keen to show off her certificate and her other treasures, thanking her granddad, and the two older girls for making it such a wonderful outing. When at last Anna could get a word in edgeways, she advised Micky to take a hot bath later, as she might have strained muscles with this new activity, just in the same way she might with a new gymnastics routine. On the journey back to the city the conversation was lively with everyone participating.

When mention was made of Micky's mum, Anna said Micky told them that she was fluent in English, and wondered if she had ever thought of teaching the language, as after-all Max's son, her husband was a teacher. Max said that Mary didn't have any qualifications as a teacher, besides he hadn't heard of any schools teaching English.

“Our school, and one other we know of teaches English, plus of course there are so many girls we know who are always looking to get private tuition, and several adults as well. The schools only have two lessons a week for each class, so loads of girls want additional help to keep ahead in the classroom.”

Just as the girls had hoped Max took the bait, saying how Mary wasn't that happy with her current job, so might consider taking on the odd pupil, but was dubious as to whether the income would make it worthwhile. When Anna quoted the rate pupils would be prepared to pay for lessons Max had a change of opinion, thinking Mary would gladly tell the hotel where to stick their lousy job with constantly changing hours, and uncertain pay packet.

Marta joined in to say how Mary would be able to work from home, so as to be there for her family, and that Max might even get some fares delivering pupils and taking them back again. When Micky joined in, Marta told her how most serious students now looked upon English as an essential part of a well rounded education. In short order the sisters came up with a list of names of people they knew who would be candidates for some additional tuition, mostly fellow models, but also some staff members at the Studio who felt they were being left behind in that they couldn't get involved in the latest projects at work.

The sisters had originally intended to go straight home from the stables, but their whole day had taken on a new light since meeting the dusky princess sitting next to Max, so it didn't take too much cajoling to accept an invite to Micky's home. They weren't having a full blown party as such that afternoon, but it was sandwiches and jellies with the family and just having a few neighbours popping in.

As both parents worked they weren't too badly off so at least they could afford a phone, and besides that was how the hotel informed Mary when they wanted her to show up.

When they accepted the offer to join the tea-party, Anna apologised that they hadn't the opportunity to bring any gift, but Micky said the lovely cake in the boot of the car was gift enough. Marta said they should at least call up to warn Mary that two extra guest would be arriving, at which Micky said it would be too hard finding a working telephone box on route, so Marta pulled out her mobile and asked for their home number.

When the number started to ring Marta handed the phone to Micky so she could talk with her mum. The youngster was very impressed as you didn't see very many mobile phones about, and she had never used one before. Speaking to her mum she talked of the two extra guests coming, then turned to her granddad to ask how long it would take, then relaid the answer, at the same time explaining she was using a mobile phone, and about what an amazing time she had had so far that day.

Micky had to give the phone back for Marta to terminate the call as she didn't know what to do, then Anna got her phone out and called home to tell their mum that they were running late due to an invite to the birthday party of Max's granddaughter, and she would call later when they knew what time they would be home. The almost nine year old was lapping it all up, loving the fact she was the centre of attention, it was so much fun and having two older girls be so kind to her, even if it wasn't really her birthday till Tuesday.

The third floor apartment in a social housing project was relatively modern, fortunately not one of those awful slum dwellings in the more run down areas like where Irisha used to live. Marta asked Max whereabouts they were as she had been unfamiliar with the streets on their journey here. From his answer she was able to determine they were not far from a Metro line that could deliver a certain young lady to a new school, if plans fell into place.

Max introduced the sisters to his son and daughter-in-law, saying how invaluable they had been in making a success of Micky's big day out. They were made welcome and Mary said how much the home made cake was appreciated, thanking them for all the trouble they'd gone to. They stayed longer than they had intended, but the afternoon went very well as it was Max who raised the subject of English lessons, giving the sisters the opening to talk about the current high demand for private tutors.

Mary was bowled over to find there was a local need for English tutors either in schools or for private lessons, but showed an interest when the girls said how the only other teacher they knew of had a waiting list she couldn't hope to satisfy. Talk of the remuneration, and the fact Mary could run the lessons on her own terms gave her serious reasons to think about at least dipping her toe into the water.

Paul, Max's son encouraged his wife to a least give it a go, as he considered teaching to be the most rewarding of professions, even if not financially. He asked the sisters which school they attended, and was deeply impressed, stating that their school had a very good reputation, and if they ever had a vacancy for a geography teacher he would apply like a shot, then laughed when Anna said she would put in a word with the headmistress.

The tea party that afternoon was low key as advertised, but both sisters were glad they had attended and got to meet Micky's family. Anna had shown them pictures from the pony trek on the small view screen on her camera, stating she would get some of the better ones printed off so the birthday girl would have a keepsake. Marta stepped in to say how it was no trouble, and it wouldn't cost anything as they had a friend in the business, so they could pass them on to Max, or arrange to pop round again soon.

Mikayla went down to the street to see them off when it was time to go, thanking Anna and Marta, and giving her granddad a big hug before they drove off. Marta asked Max if they could go home via the Studio, then as soon as he had the opportunity, one of their friends there would print off the pictures so hopefully they would have them ready before the end of the week.

Running into reception Marta wrote a quick note, and explained to the girl on the desk that John needed to download the images off Anna's camera, and also let Ivan see the pretty coloured girl who they were looking to recruit as a new model. With a cheery wave to the receptionist the two sisters were off again like a whirlwind, so the girl dialled up to the offices to find both John and Ivan were still in the building.

Max delivered the girls safely home thanking them for making Micky's day so special and memorable, but the sisters insisted it had been real fun for them too, and they looked forwards to seeing young Micky again in the near future. Once inside they rushed upstairs to change, then phone the Studio.

John was going through the pictures on his large monitor for the umpteenth time, with Ivan looking on when the phone rang, both men were captivated by the exotic young beauty that the Goose sisters had discovered. John punched the speaker-phone button when he heard their voices on the other end, but the two girls held the handset between them to join in the conversation together. They were all in agreement that Mikayla would make a novel fresh face on the website, and groaned at Ivan's pun that she would be the perfect addition to their stable of models. Anna said if there were to be any horsey jokes, she would be the one to make them.

Marta told Ivan what they knew about the youngster and her family, stating she thought it would be best first of all to get the mum involved in teaching some of the models, then slowly sound her out with regard to her attitude to the Studio. Ivan thought that was a sound plan, though given the chance he would love to have the girl signed up and on set as soon as possible.

Later that evening Anna was in a good mood as she prepared for bed, doing her thing in the bathroom then slipping into one of her running horse night shirts, foregoing panties as she now considered wearing panties to bed as childish, besides she felt like playing.

Settling down snug under the covers she slowly diddled herself as she reflected what an interesting week it had been, this time last weekend they'd found three photographers for the Studio network, Tuesday and Friday had been the start of her adventure with Eve, first the kissing, then on the sleepover learning why Marta was so keen about oral sex. Finally she had got to ride on Silver, and discovered both a potential model and language teacher in the same day. Her fingers moved quicker as she thought of more sleepovers with Eve, and drifted off to sleep after a wave of euphoria, a slight smile on her face and wet fingers nestled between her thighs.

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For the next installment of the A New Model is Discovered franchize, see Chapters 61 through 65.

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