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.

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

Okay here are Chapters 61 to 65

Chapter 61

Melenki had taken a leap of faith throwing his lot in with Igor, but the ambitious project to invest his daughters money in a massive refurbishment scheme, and all that followed proved he was a man with good instincts. The arrangement to work part time at his old job and run the team at the Squat wasn't as mad as it first seemed, for even at a time of year when he had thought work would be thin on the ground, there had been a steady stream of jobs keeping most of the guys busy, and young Taras and his lads had found themselves a regular set of customers for whom they did a variety of odd jobs.

The previous week he had finally got round to having a talk with the lad as Igor had asked, it had not been an easy topic to raise, and he didn't want to come over as dictatorial, or on the other hand treat the lad as an idiot. Him and his wife had avoided starting a family so far due to their circumstances, but he could see that changing in the near future, for the present this was the closest he had felt to being a father or uncle, in dispensing some well meant advice to the young man.

Though Taras hadn't gone into any real details he had admitted that he found girls hard to understand, Melenki had said that was fairly normal but gave him pointers from his own experience, and cautioned him about the need to get some condoms, just in case they did move forwards to a sexual relationship. He also stressed that it was often best to let the girl set the pace or it could all end in tears, after their little chat he thought it had gone reasonably well and Taras had come back with a few questions, proving he was taking his relationship with young Irisha seriously, and was not just out for what he could get.

Irisha felt the setback caused by her meltdown had proved overall to be helpful, in that she had found out how sincere Taras was in wanting to help her to get over her problems. She knew boys were often accused of being insensitive and having a one track mind, only thinking about sex, but what she needed was a boyfriend who thought of her as a whole person, not just a sex object. Surprisingly they had soon made up lost ground, in that he was willing to listen and talk of the issue that had weighed so heavily on her mind, and he didn't look down on her for the course of action she had taken.

This attitude had made her feel better about herself, removing the shadow that had hung over her self-esteem, erasing the blot on her soul, thereby enabling her to view in a new perspective the situation she had been in at that time. From a purely logical dispassionate standpoint, it was the only choice open to her, and Taras said he admired her courage for trying to provide for her sick mother, saying often it was the other way about with mothers out there trying to feed their children.

To say on Sunday that Taras was astonished would be an understatement, for he had expected they were just going to do some reading practice and watch videos, maybe get comfortable and kiss some then later he would relieve the pressure himself as he always had, with one off the wrist. Irisha had seemed much more like her usual jolly self, and it didn't look like she was putting on a front, so hopefully the long talks they'd had together over the past two weeks may have helped ease her mind.

The moment he stepped in to her place he couldn't help but notice her nipples showing through the close fitting top she was wearing, and it was plain her perky breasts were not restrained by a bra as they bounced with her every move. Speaking with Marta, and with other models in the more anonymous setting of the models private chat zone, Irisha had picked up enough info on 'boys 101', and the signs to look for, so she was aware he had not failed to notice her unfettered breasts.

Taras remained both awestruck and respectful, bearing in mind how skittish Irisha had been after her revelation, she now appeared to have regained her confidence, but even so he wasn't going to rush in, he would do as he was advised, letting her set the agenda.

They sat and talked of generalities, till Irisha grabbed his nearest hand in both of hers, and told him about how much his talking with her had helped, and how at last she was able to deal with the past, and leave it there, but also that discussing it with him had allowed her to view the events in a different light for which she was very grateful. Then that subject was dropped and she asked about what books he had finished that week, and if he had been practising his writing since he was last round. They spent some time working on his literacy, as she said she wanted an even smarter boyfriend, and Taras was keen to show the progress he had made since their last study session.

Irisha had been impressed with the rate at which Taras had picked up on his reading skills although his hand writing was still poorly formed, but it was bound to get better given time. She knew she'd been teasing him by flaunting her chest, but it was her intention to set things straight, as he had shown amazing restraint at her provocative display, which was something she had wanted to test. Now it was time to reward Taras for both his gallant show of control, and because she was proud of the great effort he had made in his academic lessons of which she had been the instigator.

Taras couldn't believe it when Irisha told him of his reward for both being a wonderful boyfriend, and for minding his 'school lessons', then she reached out to the zipper on his jeans, she had made it plain that she still had to settle some demons, but felt he wouldn't object to a helping hand from his girlfriend. It was necessary to also release the button and his belt to be comfortable, but he couldn't recall his cock ever being harder, and he warned her that whatever she did it wouldn't take very long.

Though not the first she had ever seen, it was the first attached to someone she had some feelings for, and that made it somehow different, also she could detect the faint smell of soap, which was another difference from previous encounters which she felt was a relief.

She could see the stalk in front of her almost pulse with life, and as she reached for it, it jerked as she closed her fingers around the fleshy pole. She had spoken extensively to Marta about this, seeking an expert opinion, also she was one of the few people who knew all of her secrets, and how difficult it might be for her to take this step. From what Taras had said this was a first for him and she didn't think in light of what he had said that it would also be necessary to play with his nuggets to get a result.

As her hand slowly moved up and down, she looked into his eyes as he gasped and made funny noises, pleased that her efforts were bringing him such pleasure. She bit her bottom lip as she concentrated on the task in hand, her fingers getting coated in the copious flow of the clear pre-come that was being produced. She guessed from the strain in his face that he was close to cuming, so she grabbed the tissues from her pocket that she had placed there ready for this event.

Taras called out a warning that he was almost there, and she sped up her stroking to bring him to a finish. Her aim and the jerking movements meant only part of his spend was caught, with splatters of cum landing on his clothes and on her arms and hands.

“Stay there, don't move, I'll get some more tissues, and a wash cloth from the bathroom.”

She dropped the used tissues into the pan, then grabbed a cloth rinsing it out in warm water, at the same time washing her hands. As she was about to return to the lounge she saw there was a small glob of sperm on her forearm, steeling herself she licked off the errant splatter of cum, daring herself that she could do it. Somehow it wasn't too bad, it had only been a tiny amount, but she felt it had been important to at least try to get past some of her demons.

Taras was still looking a little shell shocked, while at the same time trying not to wear a silly grin, as she began to clean up, rubbing the odd splatters off his shirt, and cleaning his semi hard cock. The act of cleaning brought it back to it's former ridged state in seconds, and Irisha said she might need to flog it into submission again later, if he was a good boy.

They had spent a lot of time together over the past two weeks since Irisha's emotional disclosure, even so he had imagined it would've taken her longer to indulge in any form of serious petting, but they had been going out for some time prior to that incident, so she felt perhaps she had good reason to trust him. Whatever the reason for the sudden and unexpected hand job, he was grateful, and he wanted to know if he could reciprocate in any way, asking what he could do that wouldn't make her anxious or uncomfortable.

She was glad of his concern for her feelings, and for now said his hands could roam free, but only outside her clothing.

Mindful of her sensibilities he moved forwards slowly, not coming up with any surprises to ensure he didn't spook her again, mostly just cuddling and caressing her, taking note of what she seemed to like. He knew that he liked the feeling of having his favourite pixie wrapped in his arms, and was thankful the pressure had been relieved otherwise things may have been more difficult.

Overall both teens considered the afternoon wonderful, Taras did get to cum twice, and although Irisha didn't, she had felt in control, other than when he had found her ticklish spots, their latest get together had boosted her confidence, as it had been a warm and intimate interlude. Taras found the pep talk from Melenki had held some peals of wisdom, such as thinking about what your partner wanted, and putting her needs first, so when she put limits on what he could do with her, he listened and tried to ensure he spent lots of time showing how much he cared for her.

Returning to the Squat late that afternoon he wanted to brag and high five all the rest of his gang, but Melenki had said that it was not a mature way for guys in a relationship to behave as it showed a lack of respect for the girl in question. Taras knew that self-respect, and confidence were vital issues for Irisha, so he didn't want any stumbling blocks on the route to her healing. He intended to make even greater efforts with his hand writing and the schooling in general as Irisha had been responsible for starting the ball rolling, and he wanted her to be proud of him.

The week following the sisters meeting with Mikayla found staff at the studio in chaos as the last work on the refits and upgrades to equipment in studios five to eight were nearing completion. The two new photographers were sitting in on sessions with other members of the photographic team to learn the ropes as were new signings in various departments, with an eye to the burst of activity that would begin in two months time with the start of the summer holidays. John had nevertheless made time to print and mount some selected photos of young Mikayla into a nice album which Anna could give to the family, with the hope of getting the girl to join up when the groundwork was in place.

John and a few people in his department had met several new youngsters for initial photo sessions, those that had decided to try moving on from their milder sister Studio. All these girls had studio experience which helped, though some were nervous at being naked on set for the first time. This was something the photographic team were well used to dealing with, and the girls soon got over their jitters about the novel situation with some gentle coaching from their seasoned mentors.

One of the model coaches had also arranged for several locally based models to talk with the new arrivals, so they could learn from girls who had knowledge about the style and feel of sets produced for their own Studio websites. The sisters hadn't been asked to get involved in that, as they had enough other projects running at present. On Wednesday as she returned from school Anna phoned Micky's home number to find out if she and her mum were in as she wanted to drop round the photos, finding out it would be convenient.

Next phoning for a cab they found Max was out on a job already, so one of their other regular drivers was dispatched. They stopped via the Studio first to pick up the album that John had left for them in reception, then they headed off to see the birthday girl. Together they checked out the pictures in the car, then Marta tied a ribbon around the album when they got to their destination so that it looked more like a present ready to be opened.

They were greeted warmly, and invited to sit at the table, Mary asking what they'd like to drink. They all had tea, as Mikayla's gaze kept flicking to the big brightly coloured padded folder that was tied up with a ribbon, keen to discover if it contained the photos her older friends had talked about. When the album was presented to the girl, her mum said to wait a while as her dad would be home very shortly, and they could all look through it at the same time while she relived her special day out.

Paul, Micky's dad was lucky enough to be at quite a reasonable city school in one of the better areas, but it was a fair distance on the Metro line from where they lived, so if Mary wasn't in when Micky got home from her nearby school, she was home alone until he got back from work. This was one of the factors that her parents had discussed since hearing about the need for English teachers on Sunday, so the girls had come prepared, having a list of several friends from the Studio, mainly the younger girls who wanted to increase the number of lessons they could have on a one to one basis, or as part of a smaller group.

This subject took centre stage as Mary now seemed keen to give it a try, and Anna said that Micky could be her classroom assistant in helping the new pupils, and how sometimes it was useful to have group lessons with two or three students. When Paul arrived home his wife was on her fourth call, talking with one of the girls on the list Anna had given her that held the details of prospective pupils.

Micky was all over her dad, excitedly telling him she was going to help her mum to teach English, and how her friends had brought round some pictures that they had waited to look at till he came home. With Micky on her dad's lap and the album on the table in front of them, the sisters stood behind the family tableau as they paged through the large sized prints that had been professionally cropped to improve the composition of each shot.

Anna thought John had done a lot to improve on the snapshots he had been given, as the way the pictures were presented seemed to give a narrative to the display, as Micky talked non stop, her comments showing she had paid attention to various things she had learned during her day's outing. More subtle was the way it looked like a spread from some glossy magazine with Micky as the celebrity, so perhaps it wouldn't be such an outrageous leap of the imagination to see this girl as a model in her own right.

While Micky was just pleased to have a permanent record of a wonderful birthday treat, Paul though impressed, said the girls needn't have gone to all the trouble and expense of printing out so many pictures and putting them in such a fancy album, but on the other hand he was very grateful that his daughter had such a nice reminder of her special day. He and Mary had spoken with his dad yesterday when he'd popped in, they had talked of the sisters, and he'd told them how they and many other girls both local and many visitors from out of town did fashion modelling at a local Studio.

Anna said how it wasn't any trouble, besides they had friends in the business who were only too happy to help out because it was a birthday treat. Neither Paul or Mary decided to follow on from that, as they didn't want to appear nosey asking about what it was like being a fashion model, if the two girls didn't raise the subject first. In a little pocket at the back of the album John had included a few wallet sized prints of Micky in close up that her family could carry about with them, plus a laminated picture of her sitting on Silver that she could show all her friends at school.

Now the album had been properly viewed, Paul asked his wife about the call she was making when he came in, and discovered that she had booked in her first pupils that were going to visit during the afternoons straight from school, and how they would all pay in cash for their lessons. With the poor state of the economy it was quite common for many of the cash strapped populous to pay each other by various forms of barter for any goods or services, something that was not possible in large stores or with big businesses. Both of them were eager to find out if the lessons would be a viable means to help with the family budget, as prices never seemed to go down.

The sisters had spoken to each of the girls they had included on their list, explaining the situation about Micky, and how they were to be circumspect as they normally would be with regard to any questions regarding the Studio, or their career as models. Hundreds of parents had of course been approached in order to sign on all of the models throughout the Studio network, but it wasn't necessarily easy or straightforward to broach the subject, as the presentation and timing could make a difference to how that offer was perceived.

Going off half-cocked could lead to people making the wrong assumptions, and the Studio were jealous of their reputation, not wanting prospective models or their parents to get a false impression. Each introduction had to be handled carefully, so they knew what was involved, that their girls would be safe and the benefits of becoming a professional model.

They parted with promises to meet again soon, saying they would bring around some old copies of the foreign magazines that were a useful teaching aid, saying that more of their friends were always asking about lessons, so there would be another list to follow shortly. Mary had only talked to half the girls on the current list, and each of them were as keen to have lessons as she had been told, the hourly rate being so much higher than her current rate of pay in a job where the hours varied so widely from week to week.

Talking with the sisters they had said it would be best to start teaching one on one, then move onto group lessons as she got to know the capabilities of each of her pupils, so that is what she'd try. Micky convinced her mum she must be a good teacher because Micky had found the older girls praised the language skills she'd picked up from her mum.

The driver of the cab which had arrived to take them home was not somebody they knew well so the girls were quiet during their journey home, each reflecting upon recent events. Marta was thinking of the afternoon before, what she was starting to think of as “Terrific Tuesdays” with a skilled and patient boyfriend who hadn't pressed about the issue of when she might be ready for the next big step. She grinned at one of the bits of advice from Valya about keeping a boyfriend happy “Love them up, and drain their nuts” and she had been doing her best to follow that maxim.

Anna's thoughts had been centred on Eve, and how they had spent a second Tuesday on kissing practice while Marta had been busy with Karl, although they had been a lot more quiet and discreet as both Eve's mum and younger brother had been in the house. They'd also planned to have another sleepover on Friday as there was no school the next day and it would be at Anna's house, with plans to 'suggest' that Greg and Peter now have a return sleepover with Victor. Eve was reluctant as Marta would be in the adjoining bedroom, and went bright red with Anna's reminder that she didn't have any secrets from her big sister, and that Marta had approved of the two of them getting together to 'practice'.

(Jaws theme music returns)

Meanwhile all over the Ukraine a steadily growing number of girls working for the same network were by and large having nice thoughts about the way their lives were heading, and how fortunate their families were due to the rise of their internet modelling network.

Some months ago for the first time men in suits working for a TLA (Three Letter Agency) had been collating data and sifting reports about many thousands of small regular money transfers so questions were starting to be asked. The puritans among them had a nagging suspicion that this was linked to somebody, somewhere enjoying themselves, and it had started a nervous tick on the face of a nation which tried to turn a blind eye towards the astounding level of hypocrisy within their own society.

The dissonance caused by conflicting interests, and the general air of false piety lead to a rise in political correctness gone mad, and the first victims would be on home turf as the witch-hunt began. Everyone and his dog thought they could set up a website, and make money, and many people did, among those entrepreneurs were many fathers who thought there might be a market for cheesecake shots of their young daughter's in swimsuits and cheerleader costumes. Only a few pushed at the boundaries of what might be considered acceptable to have in your family photo album, but a new version of McCarthyism was on the rise, only this time they were seeking and seeing paedophiles everywhere they looked.

The scales of justice had become unhinged, common sense and the rule of law pushed to one side, as the usual innocent until proved guilty principle was somehow forgotten, with the need to protect those that didn't feel the need for the unwarranted protection forced upon them, and they certainly didn't want their dad to be locked away for taking pictures not so different than those taken on many family vacations.

For now this was a world away from the lives of many happy young girls living in Eastern Europe, particularly the Ukraine and other nearby Baltic states, but for how long, one year or maybe two before others sought to interfere with matters that didn't concern them?

Thanks to a reader - puellamore, I paraphrased a neat quote of his about puritans.

With regard to an issue of the sisters not meeting new girls other than prospective models – the answer is simple; they do – I just don't mention them because they don't take their clothes off at the Studio, and secondly I might run out of commonly used regional names.

P.S. (Re: English Pantomime – Live stage productions based on fairy-tales) When some wicked character comes on stage, all the audience makes hissing and booing noises that all the other characters on stage seem unable to hear. When the TLA's appear in this story feel free to hiss or boo as required.

Chapter 62

While the latest scheme the sisters had cooked up was left to simmer on one side, all the normal day to day activities continued, school lessons, homework; chess club and dance for Marta, with guitar and drama for Anna. On the home front their mum and dad were still persevering slowly with English by immersion from their kids and the radio, as Greg and Peter had taken it up like sponges being in the ideal age group for learning languages.

With April just a week away though the weather was still chilly, it was unlikely they would see another frost, and the boys were now allowed to cycle round to see Nana Olga and Gramps, where they had been helping him in the garden to get ready for early planting. The old couple had thrived since their move to the city, no more than a ten minute walk even at their pace to visit with the family, and their spacious new modern home meant it was so convenient to have the kids stop over. The girls didn't stay overnight all that often, but the boys made up for that as they stopped over one night a week most weeks.

Ella was still getting the occasional special order from the catering company, and always had Olga over to help out, they also went into town together for shopping or merely to get out and about. Olga had also been to the Squat with Gramps who became a regular visitor there, and got on really well with Kejan and the other women who were running the café. It was during those visits she would see Gramps get together with Melenki and Yaroslaw to talk of building work or gardening, but she suspected the men were worse gossips than the women who lived at the Squat.

Anna had been thinking a lot about the last sleepover with Eve, and was eagerly looking forwards to her visit on Friday, wishing they could explore this new pursuit on a nighty basis, but she knew that was not realistic. The talk of their relative development, and the sight of Eve's first few pubic hairs, had spurred both girls to think of increasing their image banking, so they had plenty of prepubescent picture sets before their hair started to grow.

They both spoke with Marta and she agreed it would be a good idea to catch the last of their 'smooth phase' on camera, as you couldn't be sure at what pace development would proceed. It was soon arranged with their respective Studio teams, that they would fit in two or three banking shoots a month if they could, to ensure both girls future fame. Marta with help from Alina had found that those picture sets highlighting the transitional stages of development were the most popular, and she wanted to see that her sister and all their best friends were the first to benefit from that research.

Marta also found herself in earnest conversation with Irisha informing her about the latest moves in her own love life with Taras. Irisha admitted she had a mental block about giving head, but Marta said that was no reason to deny herself the pleasures of oral sex, if Taras was willing to go down on her. There followed a full discourse on the subject, with Marta saying not to be shy in telling her boyfriend what she liked, and giving him instructions on what worked best for her pleasure.

Irisha learned from Marta's experience, both practical and from her trawling the web, to find out that not all couples indulged in oral sex, and sometimes that traffic was only one way, but that wouldn't matter if both partners were happy regarding that arrangement. Irisha referring to the magazines that they read said that Marta would need to change her name to 'Aunt Goose' and start her own column, which lightened the mood making both girls laugh. Marta admitted to her friend that she didn't think she would still be a virgin by the time summer was over, but she didn't feel the time was quite right just yet.

Later after her talk with Irisha, Marta realised that almost all the girls she knew were in some type of emotional turmoil, several were going through a lesbian phase, including her own sister with Eve, Irisha wasn't the only girl she knew of that was struggling to work through the minefield of dealing with boyfriends. Marta felt blessed to have such a smart and understanding boyfriend who was willing to let her set the pace, she knew he would be her first, and maybe it helped that he knew that he was her choice for that major event in her life.

Though Eve was staying over on Friday it didn't stop her from coming round straight from school on Thursday to work on finishing a script with Anna. They had the scene all worked out, and with the storyboard sketches drawn in stick figures, they added notes about the actions taking place. Last of all they filled in the speech bubbles with the minimal dialogue they had been working on, then declared it complete, now only waiting for Marta to get back from chess club which she had managed to include in her schedule this week.

Marta looked over the numbered sheets, she liked the way it had been presented, making it easy for the players to follow, using two colours so each girl had her own script clearly shown, and the dialogue was fairly simple, in line with their basic knowledge of English. Marta praised the effort they had put into the production, in that the script was so tailored for the girls they had written it for, and it was sure to be a big hit with their membership.

The two nine year old girls which Marta had suggested would work well as a pair, had indeed been a successful team, the whole being greater than the sum of the parts, but now they had a video script to give them another boost, and keep them in the limelight. Their script involved bathing together, with lots of bubble bath foam, hence the excuse for less talking as they covered each other with a mass of bubbles. She could see the girls point, that with all the fun the two girls would be having, the audience would hardly notice that the dialogue was somewhat limited or monosyllabic.

It didn't pass Marta's attention that the notes about the actions all around the storyboard held a certain innocent but Sapphic flavour entailing a lot of contact between the two girls, but it would be totally in context of the scene they wanted to create. Until recently Marta had never had a bath she didn't share, but she expected that was less common with their target audience except for much younger children. The script was in no way blatant, but she could see how it would prove to be very popular. The two authors of the sketch had written their names by the working title, and they had written down the names of the girls for whom it had been specially written.

Marta thought to tease the two younger girls, saying they could act out the sketch on tomorrow's sleepover; that is if they hadn't already tried it out on the sleepover at Eve's house the previous week. The two blushing faces filled in any blanks regarding Anna's recall of the events at the sleepover at Eve's house, though Marta thought she had heard all the important details from her sister's account.

Shortly after Eve had a call to go home for supper, and good naturedly told Marta she would get her back for embarrassing her. Anna thought this would be an ideal time to call their new friends to find out how Mary had got on giving her first lesson that afternoon. Not only had the lesson gone well, but Max had been the driver who had picked up the girl, so he was able to point out where the apartment was when they arrived. The student had brought along her English classwork, and the book they were using for the syllabus so that Mary could decide the best way to begin teaching.

Anna said they had a spare copy of that book, and would pass it on for Mary to use, she didn't have a copy, but she knew Svetlana would soon find her one, with a new tutor on the block Svetlana would now get the chance to have a little more free time. It was funny that the woman who barely had enough clients this time last year to feed herself, was now in a position where she hardly had time for grocery shopping. Mary had enjoyed the role of teacher, and was looking forwards to having a second girl visit tomorrow; Anna checked who it was, then said she would give the girl her spare book so she could deliver it.

They talked a little longer, then Anna spoke to Micky who was in good spirits, saying how she had helped in the lesson too, then asked if Anna would be riding over the weekend. Anna felt she detected a wistful tone as Micky said to give Silver a hug on her behalf, and she suggested to Micky they might visit the stables together in the summer holidays when it would be much warmer.

After supper Anna searched through her drawers until she found the piggy money-box she was looking for, then printed up a sticky label for it.

“Micky's tip box (Horse Riding fund)”

She would get tomorrow's student to deliver that as well as the text book, and suggest to all the girls on the list that they make a small contribution to encourage Micky's continued interest in English, and to show the Studio girls were not short of cash.

With both mum and granddad benefiting from their association with people involved with the Studio, they would be seen in a much more favourable light when it came time to ask if young Mikayla would be willing to step in front of the camera. Of course for now they wouldn't know these girls all had that common link. The sisters had spoken to all of those pupils on the list they'd given Mary, and it was their intention to slowly allow word of the 'fashion studio' to creep into the conversation, but if the family were to show an interest, Anna and Marta would take over at that point.

Meeting up next morning Eve could hardly contain herself, bursting out with the news that her own 'suggestion' to Victor about inviting his friends around tonight for a sleepover had been successful. Her mum didn't really mind and her dad had been silly, saying it would be a lads night in of games, sport, and beer, but then he did promise Victor he would set out the car racing track so that would keep them occupied. Anna winking at Eve asked if Marta wanted to join in the trend, and have a sleepover at Karl's place that evening.

Rather than rise to the bait, Marta said it was something that she thought about a lot, and if she could figure it out she would, even if they didn't go all the way it would be nice to spend the night in his arms. The two younger girls could hear the sincerity in Marta's voice and could tell she wasn't joking. Around lunchtime Marta found a quiet corner and made a call, Karl was pleased she rang, and details for that evening soon arranged, he would call round after supper and they would go out and see the latest release at the cinema; sadly that would not be followed by a sleepover involving the two of them, and for now Marta didn't raise the subject. She did think they could use the time to see if they could be on their own the following day if he wasn't working.

Anna accomplished her mission, giving the 'spare' text book, and the piggy bank to that afternoon's pupil. She enforced the message that she wanted the Studio girls to come across as polite, well educated high-achievers, who enjoyed life and all it's financial perks, which just about summed up the majority of the girls. Outwardly they all tended to play down the rewards made possible by their secret alter-ego's, as the Studio warned them it was better to put something by first, then live within your means from the remainder.

Svetlana was keen to learn about the new teacher, glad to shift some of the load which of late was becoming a burden. Anna gave her the heads-up on the situation, writing down Mary's phone number so the two teachers could work out how best to share out the work-load, and so Svetlana could pass on useful tips. Having extra tasks to get done during the course of her day helped Anna keep focused, not think constantly about the night ahead.

As the afternoon progressed though, Anna had less distractions and started to think about the sleepover, so by home time the gusset of her panties had become decidedly soggy in her anticipation of the fun and games ahead. It had finally got to the point where she started to worry if anyone standing too close would become aware of how horny she was.

Anna decided she would have to start carrying panty liners in her pack like her sister if this was the way her body was going to react to such thoughts.

In her hurry to leave at last bell she nearly bumped into Sofia in the hallway, and they joked about re-breaking her arm, that incident had been ten weeks back, and this was the first time Anna had seen the older girl since her cast had been removed, so she didn't want to appear rude by just dashing off without asking how she was. The arm was a little pale and thin, but she was taking physio under the supervision of the health centre, and she expected to be back to normal quite soon if she followed their guidance.

Anna laughed to see her impatient friend pacing back and forth at their usual meeting place, while Marta looked on amused as Anna made her excuses. Anna was curious as to the neatly wrapped box her sister was carrying, but the only answer was they would have to wait and see, but the grin on her face made Anna wonder if this was possibly some sort of payback for anything she had said or done earlier.

This time it was Anna going to Eve's house so Eve could swap-out backpacks, and they found the three boys were in the middle of some noisy game, so they quickly left before Magda could change her mind about the boys stopping over. All three girls sat round Anna's laptop as she was doing her stint on the TTMF, but she had already posted a note on the forum earlier in the week that she would only do one hour as she was having a sleepover with another model from the site. This was sometimes the type of wind-up or excuse used to excite their audience, so the other girls might not see it was in fact true.

Eve didn't take part in her own right, but she gave Anna a few suggestions what to write when the conversation started to heat up. Marta cryptically said they would have a new topic to discuss on the forum during their next slot, as she waved about the box they had seen her carry home. All Marta would say is they would find out what it was after supper.

Once again Igor complained he was outnumbered, and perhaps he should have gone with the boys, and they could all play with the racing cars. He got teased as the token male throughout the meal, then at the end it became clear why Marta had changed into a nice outfit as Karl arrived to take her to the cinema. It said a lot for how much the lad was trusted in that Marta's curfew had been raised to eleven o'clock, but they expected to be back well before that.

Anna offered to help her mum with the dishes but the two youngsters were let off, Ella saying she would call in that marker when there was a really big pile of dirty pots and pans. Upstairs in her room they found the mystery parcel on the bed with Marta's note.

“Have fun tonight you two, I won't disturb you, and will use the boys bathroom when I get back. You can open the parcel and enjoy, I borrowed it from a classmate and there is no hurry to give it back, if you like it, I'm sure we could buy one. Love Marta.”

They quickly attacked the wrapping to discover that it contained a large folded plastic sheet, which opened to reveal a spinner, a rule sheet, and the large coloured spots of red blue green and yellow - a game called Twister!

They laid out the game mat and read the short description of how to play, it soon became apparent that for just two players it really needed another person to do the spinner, as they ended up falling over as they tried to play and reach out to determine the next move. It was fun even though they were both still dressed, and they could see it held some real possibilities for the older girls on the other site. Having three or four girls in a video would allow the game to show it's real potential, and stripped down to undies, sleepwear or even less would make for some engrossing views for their audience.

Thinking about the sketch they realised by cutting between shots they could rely on the random nature of the game itself, or cut and paste pre-set views of the spinner to have predetermined moves that tangled the girls into more interesting positions. Having had some fairly innocent fun the girls put the game away, both anxious to move on, but Anna now feeling embarrassed about how ripe she was suggested they share a bath first before moving on to other things while doing her little eyebrow wiggle.

As they undressed in the bathroom, Eve shyly admitted to have got quite wet and sticky down there over the course of her day at school, which lead Anna to admit she had also been in the same boat, and it would feel nicer to be fresh and clean for their next game.

Peeling down her panties Anna threw them at the tiled wall, and joked with Eve about how if they stuck there it proved you were feeling really horny. Eve's panties also failed to stick but the state of the gussets of both girls panties showed they were growing up fast.

Eve liked the double ended bath, in that neither of them had to sit on the plug hole, or bang their head on the taps, but it started with both girls sitting side on in the bath as it filled, Anna demonstrating the lovely feelings that could be generated from having your pussy directly under the flow of water from the spout of the tap. The two girls shuffled sideways taking turns having the water tumble over their most sensitive parts, until they had to raise their bottoms up to stay above the level of the water.

Eve was giggling as she said she would now always wash that way at home, while it might not be so easy in her own bath, and although they were both feeling fresher it didn't stop them from soaping one another very carefully to ensure they were clean all over. As it was only early in the evening they washed each others hair too, with no shortage of products to choose from Eve found a brand of shampoo and conditioner that she liked.

In a brief flashback Anna thought of a time when the only choice had been whatever was cheapest from the market, and that had to be used sparingly at the time, oh how their lives had changed in the course of ten months. The twenty-second of May was a date she would never forget, standing in that long queue of hopeful girls, not realising at the time how much her life was about to alter. It had been so relaxing with Eve washing her hair, but the slight tug as her friend tried to remove the excess soap before rinsing had brought Anna back to the present.

Soon both girls were done with their hair care routine, and stepped out of the bath taking turns to dry each other with the big fluffy towels. Next it was taking turns on the stool in front of the vanity counter, with it's enormous mirror that seemed to double the size of the room. They fussed over one another's hair, using the dryer and messing about talking of the different styles they could try out. In truth both girls kept it simple, Eve with her ever present pageboy look, and Anna with her longer hair loose or in a pony tail, leaving the more complex stuff for their Studio appearances.

Though there was no shortage of products in the bathroom, they were not about to mess about with cosmetics makeovers as popularised in the foreign magazines they read, for it was clear most of those articles were sponsored by the manufacturers of the various make up brands who were major advertisers. With their various friends they had talked about the unconcealed consumerism, and wondered if the girls the magazines were aimed at were aware of this, just because something was available in thirty-seven amazing shades, did these girls really go out and buy all that stuff?

Skin pink and glowing, and hair clean and brushed they cleared up the bathroom and went back to the bedroom anticipating what was to follow. Anna going to the bed grabbed Mr Bear in a bear hug in order to move him, it was either that or dragging him across the room by one of his chubby limbs, as he weighed a fair amount. She placed him in a corner admonishing the giant stuffed toy bear that he wasn't to peek at what they were doing.

Eve joking, asked if he would get a stiffy from watching them, then the two girls laughed, speculating about what size it would be if he did.

Anna said although she hadn't yet seen a horse at the stables get stiff, she had seen some pictures on the net, she had even seen pictures of ladies with horses, and a gasping Eve wanted to know more details. Their conversation moved on from horse cocks to various boys and men, imagining if they had big or small ones and what it would be like to try one out. That lead to the inevitable question of what would be the right size, and if it were too big would it hurt or cause any permanent damage. Anna laughing said they should let the older girls like her sister go first and do the research for them.

The two happy girls bounced onto the bed, their small friendly pecks soon advanced to more serious and prolonged kissing as they had both come to enjoy what this did to them. It wasn't just their lips in action, as hands with questing fingers roamed over the fresh soft skin not yet afflicted by the hormonal changes that had prompted their actions. There was a lot of squirming about, as they tried to rub their heated mounds against one another as the feelings became more intense due to the rising passion.

Anna was just nipping and kissing her way down to a small breast when she was rudely interrupted by the sound of her mobile phone ringing, not knowing who it might be she reluctantly left her task to find out who it was. Eve was even more annoyed about the call, and listening in was pissed off to find one of the lazier girls was calling Anna for help with a homework question. Anna's unusually terse reply let the other girl know she should pay closer attention in class, and soon after the call ended.

“Now where was I?”

Eve was quick to say where Anna should continue her own homework, pointing to the spot just above her left breast, and was helpful enough to give hints on the direction of travel. Closing her eyes as she ran her fingers through Anna's long hair, Eve enjoyed the way Anna would make her tongue hard and pointy to run round her nipple, then change to broad flattened strokes to lave the whole cone. They took turns exploring and exciting each other, learning how to delight their partner.

Anna had learned from having the radio on in her room, that the sounds were hardly noticeable from outside her room due to the house being so well built, and the wall to wall carpets tended to mute any sound, so she wasn't too concerned they would be overheard. If anyone had listened at the door that evening they would've heard a symphony of sighs, giggles, squeals, moans, and suppressed exclamations of joy, as the two girls continued their research into giving and receiving orgasms.

Marta out on her date with Karl were much more mature at fourteen and seventeen, and although their hormones were raging, still had enough sense to keep them under control in public for they were lucky that they had two venues for their more private moments. Since Karl was aware of all her little secrets, she told him she had changed prescription, and how the doctor wanted her to keep taking notes about how she got on. He was happy to hear how she would still want a massage at 'that time' whether she needed it or not. Karl trying to act the part, put on his best pervert voice saying any excuse would do to get his hands on her. A little jab in the ribs from Marta told him to behave.

Though they had a good evening out, the night was chilly as Karl walked Marta home well inside her curfew, she invited him in having the intention of showing her parents just how responsible they were, while he called and waited for a cab to get home. It seemed her folks had gone to bed early so they had the lounge to themselves, they warmed up with some necking on the sofa. When they broke for air, a brief thought crossed Marta's mind, then she chided herself that it wasn't the time or place, but another aspect of that passing idea, was that maybe she could be ready.

When they saw the lights of the cab that had pulled up outside they kissed goodnight, and Marta watched as he drove away, she needed to start planning, and she wanted it to be perfect. She really needed an ally, as the only way to make this work was to convince her mum that she was ready.

(The following notes were appended to this chapter the first time it was posted.)

As a mature UK male, I'd never before considered what a compliment it would be when a reviewer could assume I was a Ukrainian woman, I suppose the only greater accolade would be for someone to say the girls parts sounded as if they were written in the voice of young girls, which is the effect one strives for. I have done extensive research about the time and place, short of actually visiting Kiev, even talking to people of eastern European origin to get a flavour of that area, but please forgive me for any chronological errors, as the actual dates of events are left deliberately vague.

Other commitments are eating into my time (real life), so posting may get erratic, but I am as keen to find out what happens as you are, though I have down on parchment the closing three chapters of this tale, I still need to fill the interposing space of the narrative.

You heard it here first, I have the jottings for a follow-on story that looks at the results of the Studio raid and closure, as to what might happen to some of the characters we have met, and vignettes on a few random other people affected by the events. It has for now the tentative working title of - “Where there's a market”, i.e. what will happen to the vacuum now created by the downfall of a major player. So far about two chapters are scratched down, and it is a darker tale, with a good dose of revenge sought by a few of the injured parties. (This tall tale is now completed.)

Chapter 63

A fly had landed on her nose, she went to flick it away and realised her arm was trapped, blinking awake she saw that it was Eve's hair that was the problem, freeing her arm it felt like a dead weight, and as the blood rushed in it tingled and ached at the same time as she began rubbing the affected limb. All this movement woke Eve, who sympathised with her plight, grinning and asking if she should kiss it better.

She did help massage her arm and kissed it, moving upwards until their lips met.

“Oh! Pussy breath.”

“Yep, you too, lets go brush then try again.”

Any fly on the wall the previous night would know why the girls breath smelt of pussy, for they had taken many turns between each others thighs. And if their mouths, noses, and faces weren't so coated with the others stale juices from the night before, they would've noticed how prevalent it was in the bedroom. After doing their teeth they donned shower caps to remove the lingering evidence of their nocturnal activities.

Eve went to the laundry basket to retrieve her clothes from the previous day, prominent on the top were two pairs of panties. She rubbed her fingers over the stained and crusty gusset of each pair, thinking of her bed mate across the room, and the games of the night before, to think that this small scrap of cloth had nestled against Anna's pussy all day long at school on Friday. It was such an intimate thing, so personal, perhaps that's why boys had this big thing about panties.

That moment Eve had a flash of inspiration, and turned to tell Anna.

“I've just had a video idea, for the site with the older girls, like we talked about trying on clothes and stuff for girls on our site doing a two girl sketch, only a more naughty version for the other girls. We were just doing dress up from the drawers and wardrobe, but the other one would be different.”

“How different?”

“Well it could be three or four girls, all fully dressed, then they start off by swapping the clothes that they are wearing.”

“It's a bit different.” Anna said in a lukewarm tone, not wanting to upset her friend.

“No you don't see, what I mean is they even swap panties.”

“I'm not sure, I don't think they'd want to swap panties.”

“I'd swap with you, even these ones.” She held up Anna's pussy juice stained panties of the day before, taking a deep sniff, then pulling them on, finally rubbing the soiled gusset against her own pussy.

Anna gazed wide eyed, then came over hugging Eve, and kissing the girl with a passion.

Stepping back she said, “That was so hot, you're right guys will really love that, we need to get Alina to seed the idea and watch their reaction.”

Eve made a show of taking them off, then holding them at arms length between her finger tips, grinning she said, “Here have your stinky panties back.”

Poking her tongue out Anna put them back in the laundry basket, the girls stepped back into the bedroom, through having freshened-up they now became instantly aware of the all pervasive lingering odour of stale sex hanging in the air. Both girls wrinkled their nose, Anna opened a window despite the chill and they stripped back the duvet to air it out.

The room soon got cooler so they quickly dressed, then closed the window so Anna could light some scented candles to mask what they had been doing the night before. Eve said that was a great idea, and she would get some for her own room too, it also occurred to her they would probably be beneficial after she had been Jilling-off, not having considered before that her personal scent would dominate the air for some time afterwards.

Before heading down for breakfast they talked about their schedules for the weekend, but Eve seemed to be hesitant about her plans for the afternoon. She eventually confided that they were off to see her aunt, uncle, and cousin, worried that Anna would think badly of her in that this was the 'older cousin' she had spoken about before, the one she suspected had wanted to kiss her.

Anna smiled and hugged Eve, saying this was the reason why they had been practising, so now Eve could get out and report back if their research had been worthwhile, regardless of the results Anna made it plain they could still do more practising. Both girls were happy with that outcome, for neither expected to go further than the odd kiss with a boy; while they could have much more fun when they were together. Eve now felt that if her cousin did like her as she suspected, she wouldn't come across as an inexperienced little girl, but as someone more mature for her age.

Going down for breakfast they saw Ella on the phone, it was soon clear she was talking to Eve's mum Magda, the mothers had decided that the two girls could take their younger brothers over to the park for a couple of hours to blow off steam, as they had been too cooped-up the past few months. The girls had boiled eggs and toast to fortify them for the coming ordeal with the idea they could all get their bikes out to ride around the park.

They went to fetch the boys, and the cycling was a popular suggestion, while it kept the noisy and nosey youngsters out of earshot as the two girls talked of Eve's cousin who she would be seeing later that day. Eve was glad to hear Anna say the boy was probably more nervous than she was, and not to be intimidated by their age difference, as boys were so immature, besides Eve might even have more kissing expertise than the older boy, so she could then teach him. Anna was pleased to see how confident her friend now looked as they parted an hour or so before lunch.

Having spoken to all the pupils she had lined up for Mary, each called her after their lesson to report back, or left some message. Anna keeping a close watch had heard from the two girls that morning, the news being all Mary's weekend hotel shifts had been cancelled, so she was free to see additional pupils, other than those already booked in for slots during the following week who had now planned other ways to spend their weekend. The last girl also said Mary had made a comment about how pretty all her pupils were, and suspected she had been talking with her father in law about their link to the 'fashion studio' business.

The school system in the Ukraine wasn't that different than in other countries, apart from the lack of resources; divided into infant, junior and senior schools, though they may be called by other titles elsewhere. Sometimes the three age bands would be across separate schools on their own sites, or otherwise three units on the same site. The school Anna and Marta attended covered the entire scholastic range, whereas their brothers only went to the local lower school as Ella didn't yet think they were old enough to travel that far, and they'd make friends with local children. However when they did leave their current school they would move on to follow their sisters. Families who lived closer to the larger school could have siblings over a wide age range all attending the same school campus, but just in adjoining buildings, as was the case with two sisters that Anna was about to call.

She decided to accelerate her program, phoning the two girls aged nine and fifteen in the hope they could step in a bit earlier than planned. Both were of course models, with the youngest just having done a two handed video with her big sister although her part had been light on dialogue as the nine year old didn't have the confidence of her older sibling. Anna spoke with the older girl, assured that she could handle the situation, leaving it to her to call Mary to say she had heard of a possibility of getting a lesson this weekend.

Mary found the unexpected income from her tutoring a welcome addition to the family finances, her first on Thursday, two on Friday, and two that morning, it was fortunate as it covered the losses from her cancelled shifts that weekend. It more or less confirmed her suspicion that the manager was playing off two of the other receptionists, one against the other, getting sexual favours from both in return for the number of hours they worked. She wouldn't cheat on Paul, not even to keep her job, but her abilities with languages only stretched so far, being she was only useful to them if there were foreign guests booked-in.

Her second girl that morning had overheard the call, saying she would phone round some of her friends to tell them she was available for lessons if she wanted. Gratefully Mary took up the girl's offer and if anything came of it, she could be far better off from not working her shifts. Svetlana the schoolteacher had called Thursday evening, she was very nice, offering advice, she even had some current text books covering the course work needed for exams that she could pass on. There had been no animosity that Mary was stealing her private pupils, the woman even said it was a blessing as she was pleased to now reduce her own workload, and it would decrease the growing backlog of her massive waiting list.

When the phone rang Micky ran to answer, hoping it was her dad who was out doing a one day teacher training course, but it was some girl asking for her mum.

“Hello my name is Catherine, am I speaking to Mary the English tutor.”

“Yes, that's me how can I help you.”

“One of my friends called and said you might be able to fit in some additional lessons over this weekend. I'd love to book an hour or two for my sister and I if you have any spaces left, please say we're not too late.”

Mary just had time to make Micky and herself lunch before the first of these new pupils showed up, for no sooner than she put the phone down than there was a rush of calls to ensure she would have some teacher training of her own; all weekend on-the-job training. She was overwhelmed that a word of mouth recommendation from one girl this morning had turned into an avalanche of callers, none of whom had sought to haggle over the cost of the lessons, with many of them quite willing to join group classes at the same price if it meant they could get some help from a tutor.

Aside from one older man and two women all the other pupils both from Anna's original list, and those on the phone today had been girls from around nine upwards, from having spoken with Max, many if not all of them seemed to be associated with one of the cab company's big client's, who were something in the fashion business. If those she had met so far were anything to go by, it wasn't hard to believe as they were an attractive bunch, and she wondered what clothing brands featured these girls, or if she had ever seen them in advertisements.

Thinking it over most advertising was for essential products, clothing, teen or otherwise came much lower down the list, so maybe this was for foreign companies, and possibly this was the reason to learn English, in case they wanted to impress visiting clients, or if they had the opportunity to work abroad. She would keep her ears and eyes open to see if she could learn anything more about these girls.

Micky slurped down her soup with frowns from her mum, telling her to eat nicely, but she found it was exciting having all these pupils come to learn English. The first girl yesterday afternoon had brought a piggy bank along that was a present from Anna, she said it was because as a teaching assistant, people would want to tip her for helping them. She got a look from her mum at the time, but each of the girls who'd been around thanked her and added some coins to her 'horse riding fund'. It was nice of Anna to think of her, every day she looked through the pictures, and longed to go back to the stables.

The five girls who Mary had seen so far could all manage simple sentences, though were struggling with conversational English, so the task of teaching had been a lot simpler than she had imagined, but the adults and a few of the younger girls would need more help at a basic level as they were relatively new to the subject. All five of the girls she had seen so far wanted lessons on a regular basis, even happy to pay in advance in order to secure their place on her timetable, though Mary said that wouldn't be necessary.

With a set of secured regular pupils, she would talk with Max about driving them on his own time, 'off the books' from the cab company so they didn't get a slice of those fares. That would help with his expenses, it being his own car, then he'd have more flexibility over the hours that he worked. Mary was beginning to become curious as to how many of these prospective pupils would sign up for regular repeat lessons, just doubling the five she had already would give her serious reasons to think about packing in her hotel job as they were mucking her about, this was something to discuss with Paul when he got home.

Micky was like a rabbit out of the trap when there was a knock at the door, it must be the two girls for their one o'clock appointment, who had asked if they could book two hours with her mum. Standing at the door was a girl her age, behind her an older girl, her hands resting on the shoulders of her shorter sister, for the family resemblance was so clear they couldn't be anything other than sisters.

“Hi I'm Ivanna, you must be Mikayla, she's my sister Catherine.” The girl said darting her eyes to the taller girl at her back.

Micky greeted the newcomers asking them to use the diminutive of her name, and invited them in to meet her mum. After more introductions Mary asked how they'd known the girl from her morning lesson, (the same school), then how far each of them had progressed thus far with their English lessons. Catherine at fifteen had been studying hard over the past six months from when those classes were established at the beginning of November, although Ivanna wasn't eligible to take the class till the start of the Autumn term, she had been learning from her older sister, and so far only had a limited vocabulary, and was still struggling with the peculiar rules of grammar.

Mary was amazed that Catherine, and come to think of it, that all her other pupils had become so advanced over such a short time. Without an inherent ear for language she would have thought the younger girl to be more the norm with just six months of tuition. When she raised the point it would be easier to teach them had they been closer to the same standard, Micky offered to spend time with Ivanna, increasing her vocabulary, and some basic sentence structure. This was a higher level of commitment than asked of Micky during previous lessons, but it would allow her to concentrate on the older girl while her daughter got to help a youngster of her own age.

Micky dragged Ivanna off to her own room so as to leave her mum in peace to teach the older girl. The youngsters soon got chatting, but Micky wanted to prove to her mum she could teach too, handing Ivanna a blank notebook to write up what she learning. Seeking to discover the words or short phrases the girl had learned so far, then working on from that, talking about some of the strange rules of grammar, how all the sentences seemed backwards to what they were used to in school.

It was fun being a teacher on her own, and her student seemed eager to learn, they had a game naming items in the room, then Ivanna wanted to know the features on her face, eyes, nose, mouth and so on. It seemed natural from there, moving on to limbs, hands, fingers, etc, then there were giggles as Ivanna pointed to her chest but made large cup shapes with her hands.

Micky gave her the generic chest, then breasts for lady's, or tits as the slang term, then of course she wanted a name for her other feminine feature causing more giggles.

“That's rude Ivanna, the medical doctors word is the same, vagina, it's just pronounced a bit different, and where we say Piz'da, the common word in English is pussy, which is also the same word they use for a small kitten.”

Ivanna had been told it would be a good idea if she could befriend Micky with an intention that it would be nice for her to meet girls of her own age who were models. She wished she could say something, but she would get in trouble talking about the Studio before her big sister gave the okay. After the first hour Micky's mum called them to the kitchen for drinks and a slice of cake, with Micky teaching her the words for everything on the table.

Mary had listened in a few times at the bedroom door, just to check they weren't playing, and was proud of her daughter's efforts, and now she was making their break time part of the lesson, in the way Svetlana talked of making everyday activities part of the learning process. Although only half way through their allotted time Mary asked how they felt the lesson had gone so far, and then if they still wanted book for an hour, or two hours each Saturday in the same slot to follow on.

Ivanna was about to answer but was interrupted by her sister. “It would be excellent to have this two hour slot every Saturday for at least part of this year, then we will see come the Autumn term. I think by then I will have it cracked, but shorty here will probably want to carry on for a while longer. Any lessons when we can't come we will just swap over with some of your other pupils, that way you won't be out of pocket, and we will usually know in advance, so as we can say who will be coming, I think all the girls will work like that.”

This raised Mary's curiosity, “Is this to do with your working at the fashion studio?”

Catherine had to think on her feet, having been told they would build up to the concept of the Studio over the next few weeks, leading towards the summer break, but to use her own judgement. Now seemed a good opening to make a start.

“You know something of the Studio?”

“Well no, not really, just that Micky's granddad, Max is a cab driver, and drops off a lot of girls there. We met two of the girls when they helped him plan a birthday treat for this one here.”

A beaming Micky then spoke of the sisters, her day out, and the photo album.

Catherine went on to say they knew Anna and Marta, and as others at school got to hear of the English lessons she would have no shortage of pupils. The way she phrased it left no doubt that it would only be Studio girls that saw the value in paying for any additional classes outside of school, and of their general interest in doing well academically across the board. Her conversation painted the Studio girls as a lively and interesting sub-set of the school culture, generally having widespread hobbies and diversions.

Already starstruck since meeting her heroines last weekend, she now saw their group of friends also did many exciting things as if they were pop stars or famous people off the TV. All Mary could see was confirmation that this group were enjoying the benefits of a wealthy lifestyle, well above the level of most people that she knew. Those girls she had met attended the same prestigious school, but admission was not down to financial issues, but related to academic record, and they all appeared keen on that score. There would be pupils from a range of backgrounds, but the obvious link was the Studio, it must be in part responsible for the money that was clearly in evidence.

The two pairs got back to studying, with Micky asking her new friend a few questions about being a model, and as her sister had broached the subject Ivanna now felt able to answer in a vague way. She said how she might only do one or two shoots a month, and that the clothing was all nicely made, without going into any further detail.

The time flew, at the top of the hour, a new pupil showed up that the sisters greeted on their way out. Micky sat in for a while then returned to her room carrying her piggy bank, she gave it a shake expecting to hear the chink of extra coins, for she had seen Ivanna add to her fund. The sound of coins was deadened, holding the slot up to the light she could see paper money had now boosted her coffers, it was very tempting to open it up to count the current total, but she resisted the urge, putting the pottery figure back onto the shelf in the kitchen.

Mary was from the Philippines, and even though she had ended up in the capital Manila as a teenager, she could see her life mapped out as either room sharing with several other girls all working as a hotel maids at minimum wage, or on her back as a bar girl. Getting a passport had not been too difficult, the issue was getting an entry permit to many of her preferred destinations as being the main problem, even becoming a trophy bride to some ferangi (western foreigner) was fraught with pitfalls, for many often coming to nothing.

It was pure chance when she did get out that she ended up in the Ukraine, and as she'd learned some Russian among the numerous languages and dialects she had picked up, it wasn't long before she had mastered the local tongue. Growing up in a land of over eighty local languages and with all of their foreign tourists, she had an affinity for adding new ones with some ease. At eighteen she then met a newly qualified teacher who showed an interest in her homeland and he could hold a conversation while looking at her eyes rather than her chest, although that was quite modest.

Within a year they were married, and a year after that they had Mikayla, but it had been a struggle at first on his wage, until Max had suggested the hotel receptionist idea with her knack for languages. There was no shortage of local babysitters, she had even done that herself at times, but rates were low compared to the hotel work. Now after several years at the hotel they were messing her about, and her hours were getting shorter, so her one good skill could be the solution to a change of direction.

Earlier that evening she had spoken to Paul about leaving the hotel to take on teaching, he was happy for her to make the choice herself, as they could manage on his wage just about, but unless someone at his school died, or he transferred to a larger school, a raise, and with it promotion, were unlikely.

Unable to sleep she did the sums, with those pupils already booked she had steady work for weeks to come, without yet thinking of group lessons, two pupils per day, and only five per day at weekends would equate to over double her average hotel wage. She would see how she felt after teaching all day Sunday, but she suspected her course was set, and the hotel manager was going to find he had lost his linguist. Smiling she thought of one of the two receptionists showing up for English lessons to add to her current 'oral' skills.

By Sunday evening Mary was toying with another thought, several of her pupils had remarked how pretty Mikayla was, but hadn't suggested she become a model, which made her wonder about any racist aspect to the modelling. She didn't think that held sway with her visitors, for in this country it was more so about regional affiliations rather than about race, colour, or ethnic origins. If their clients were in western Europe, she knew attitudes there were different, as a lot more incomers were recognisable as such by skin colour, and it caused racial tension in places. Here without the ghetto type segregation due to a wider mix but in smaller numbers she had never felt any animosity, if anything only curiosity.

After spending a good deal of time on Saturday night playing with herself, thinking of her adventure that afternoon, Eve was eager to tell Anna about what had happened, but was forced to keep the news to herself until Anna got back from riding. This was much too important to talk about over the phone, besides she wanted to see Anna's face as she told her about it, so she had just left a message about how they had to meet that afternoon.

Anna had suspected Eve hadn't called Saturday evening either because they had got back quite late, or that there was nothing of much interest to report. The brief message she had found on her phone made her anxious to get home to hear the news, but it would be unfair to Silver if she didn't take care of him properly after their morning's fun. She'd been learning to jump in a group with one of the instructors, okay the jumps had been very low, but it was exciting running up and leaping into the air, flying over the obstacles. The first time she thought she would wet herself, but Silver was so confident having done this type of jump before, so she listened to the advice she was given and followed instructions.

The driver she had that morning was a regular for Studio runs, but had not been to the stables, so she gave him directions, having called in advance for her ride home Max was now available, and would be there by the time she was ready to leave. They had a good chat on the way back, of how he planned to run a shuttle service for girls going to Mary for lessons, and how even with the spaces between, it would be worthwhile, as he would drop off, and pick up at the same point, then have a short break before collecting the next pupil. Anna had never really thought about how often the drivers were left hanging about waiting for the next call to come over on their radio's.

He had heard from his son that morning that Mary was seriously considering leaving her job at the hotel in order to concentrate on teaching. Anna mentioned she had heard how popular her lessons were, and that many girls wanted to adopt Micky as a younger sister, as she was just so lovable.

“Sister material, but not model material?”

Anna thought it best to give an honest answer, after-all this was what they had wanted.

“I'd say she would be perfect for both roles, but she hasn't asked, and it's not every girl that enjoys being in front of the camera. If she showed any interest, I'm sure our boss would be only too pleased to arrange for an interview.”

Within minutes of getting home Anna had made several calls to update people of what Max had said about Mary thinking of doing the lessons full time, and his query of whether Micky could become a model. Business taken care of Anna called Eve, inviting her to come around so they could talk, explaining that everyone was out till later that afternoon.

Eve hurried round, she was bursting to tell someone about Romko, Anna knew of these relatives, the thirteen year old boy, and his younger brother seven year old Kiel, but she hadn't met them as they lived on the far side of the city, a trek by public transport, but not so bad in the family car. Up in Anna's room Mr Bear was displaced as the two girls lounged on the bed, as Eve prepared to tell her tale.

“Are you ready? Then I'll begin.”

“Get on with it I want all the dirty details.”

“Okay, well we went round and had lunch, and Romko was looking all smart, his dark hair had just been combed, I could tell cause it's quite long and it falls down over one eye, and he was wearing a new band shirt which I hadn't seen before. All through the meal I could feel his eyes checking me out, I was wearing that new two tone top I got when we were out the other week, so I knew he could see how I was growing, and my nipples were all tingly and showing. Oh, and I had on that dark skirt the one I brought when we went out shoe shopping, so mum said I looked very smart, she didn't say sexy but that's how I felt.”

“Victor and Kiel wanted to run off and play after lunch, and all the parents wanted to sit and talk, so then Romko asks if I want to listen so some of his latest CD's in his room, and I'm like so cool and calm on the outside. His room was all super tidy, I'd like seen it other times and it was a tip, so it must've taken forever to clear it up, he probably used some air freshener as well cause it didn't smell all musty like when I'd been in there last time.”

“Come on get to the good bits!”

“It's my story and I'll tell it my way,” she said grinning at Anna.

“Most of the stuff he wanted us to listen to was rubbish, so I went over to look through his music, and he did have a few girl vocalists, though he seemed embarrassed that he had stuff that wasn't proper 'guy music'. There was only one chair in his room at the desk, so we're both sitting on the edge of the bed, and it was funny the way he slowly inched towards me while we're listening and talking, as if I cant see him coming.”

“I could tell he was really nervous just like you said he would be, and soon his leg is touching mine feeling all hot, and he seems surprised or relieved I haven't jumped up and run off. He says how it's the best spot to sit, as it's right between the speakers, then next thing after a few songs, he puts his arm round me, so I'll feel nice and comfortable and he goes on to say how good I'm looking and asking if I have a boyfriend. I didn't want to look inexperienced so I said that I didn't have one at the moment, and did he know anybody who wanted to apply. It was so funny to watch his face, him trying to decide what to say or do next. Then he sort of pecked me on the lips.”

“He looked very unsure of himself as he moved back, but he still had one arm round me, I think he was worried in case I ran off screaming to my parents. I said he should have told me if he wanted to kiss, I think that's when he got really worried, until I put my arms round him and really kissed him back. You were right though, I had to teach him, he later admitted he hadn't kissed many girls, and it was good fun, but different from kissing girls.”

“So did you spend all afternoon teaching Romko to kiss properly?”

“Pretty much, but I haven't finished yet. It was kind of awkward sitting to his side so I moved round to sit astride his lap so I didn't get a crick in my neck, and as I sat down I could feel his thing all hard.”

“Come on Eve you're not a baby, call a cock a cock for heavens sake.”

“Okay, I sat down on his cock, that sounds rude as if we were doing it, but we weren't, anyway his T-shirt wasn't tucked in so it hadn't been obvious that he had a stiffy until it was there right in front of me. Well Marta said how Valya told her boys can be sensitive to criticism about guy stuff, so I said something about how grown up he was now, as I was pressed up against him. By then I was showing him how to do French kissing, but he was being too aggressive like it was some contest, so I made him practice till he got it right.”

“Wow!”

“Yes it was wow all right, I was getting so hot and started to rub on him to try and get off, by then his hands had moved down and he was playing with my bum, pulling me towards him, it was so nice for a while then he goes red in the face and starts to shake and groan, so then I guessed what had happened. I hadn't cum, and I didn't think it would happen for me that afternoon, but I thought about how best to deal with the situation.”

“What did you do?”

“I got up kissed him, winked, then said I needed to check on the boys, get some drinks, and that it would probably take me about ten minutes. Of course I needed to go to the bathroom to freshen up as I had got all squidgy from all the kissing and stuff, I even nicked one of my aunts panty liners to keep from soaking my undies. I got so much of a rush knowing I had been the one that caused him to shoot off into his underwear, and the cool way I had given him a way to tidy up by himself.”

“What did it feel like when he shot off, could you feel each of the spurts like Marta said, or like the videos we've seen on the internet?”

“I could feel his cock lurch a bit, and he jerked forwards, and his face sort of screwed up so it was hard to say, it's not as if I asked how many spurts of cum came out.”

The two laughed at that idea, then Anna was eager to find out what happened next as they were by now both laying on the bed, panties off, playing with themselves.

“Well I did check on the boys, saw the grown ups and made polite conversation about Romko and I listening to music, and how I had been keeping an eye on the boys, then went and got our drinks. Back up in his room, he still looked a bit embarrassed and his face was still flushed, but I knew he had got changed, cause I could see a bit of his jeans poking out of the wardrobe, and his dresser drawer wasn't shut properly so he must have changed his underwear too. I wanted to come across as experienced and not just with kissing so I said how often guys had accidents like that and not to worry as it would soon be up again.”

“It was so funny the way he looked, hard to describe really, I suppose relieved that I made light of his little accident, and like your dad says, Romko was like a dog with two tails.

It was standing up kissing that our height difference was more apparent, and I could feel his cock was hard again, but now it was too high pressing against my tummy not against my clit. Anyway it was a good job we were standing up, as I heard someone on the stairs, so pulled him over to his bookcase on the far side of the room away from the door, and then grabbed the first book to hand. When my aunt poked her head in the door he was facing away from her, and we were just innocently looking at books, if the CD had still been playing I might not have heard her coming.”

“That was a close call, do you think she suspected what you were up to?”

“I don't think so, she may of felt he might try something with the way he had been checking me out during lunch, but we were obviously being good. I was definitely good, and he was getting better with practice. I think he would've had another sort of accident, or a heart attack if she had come in ten seconds earlier.”

Anna joked with her friend. “Sounds like you had a great afternoon, maybe now you've started his training I can borrow him some time.”

“The answer's no, besides I haven't finished yet, don't you want to hear what happened next, that's the best bit?”

Chapter 64

“Eve have you been holding out on me? I tell you all my interesting stuff, and what Marta gets up to, and all the good websites I know about on the internet.”

“Okay, don't get your knickers in a twist, Oh no you're not wearing any, they're on the floor like mine. Where did I get to? Yes my aunt popped into the room to find us looking through his book collection, the ace thing was she closed the door behind her, so I kind of guessed she wasn't coming back, and Romko didn't need to be told twice that I was happy to continue where we'd left off earlier. We got on the bed and started kissing again, and his hands moved up to touch my boobs, you know how much I like that, even if they aren't very big they are sensitive. Anyway it felt so good, you should have seen his face when I moved his hands off, as if I just stomped on his favourite toy, then I lifted my top so he could touch me properly skin on skin.”

“Did you like it better than when I do it?”

“Anna you're my best friend, it's not a competition, besides you know how to play with boobs whereas I needed to teach Romko what to do, how to be gentle. If you keep on interrupting you won't hear the best bits. With all the squirming about on the bed, I was holding on to him, and he didn't notice I'd pulled his shirt up as well, so I could see the lump in the front of his jeans, I could see the shape pointing up to his belly button. Don't make that funny face, I didn't say it was that long, only that it pointed that way silly.”

“We were being careful to keep the noise down, what with two small brothers, and two sets of parents in the house, but they can talk all night when they get together, so it felt safe although my heart was beating that fast. I pushed him over onto his back and put a finger to his lips, then moved the other hand slowly down the middle of his chest, down his tummy and kept moving. You should have seen his face, shock, anticipation and fear all at the same time, it was like he was frozen, forgetting to breathe.”

“I really wanted to see what a grown up one looks like in real life, not just the pictures or videos, so I undid his belt, then needed both hands for the button and zipper, it was a struggle to get it past the fly of his underpants as it was so stiff, well it could bend but I could see he didn't like that. When I held it, it felt hot, and I nearly laughed thinking a nurse could use it to take his pulse, but I smiled and moved my hand up and down.

His mouth opened but nothing came out, I know now what Marta means about feeling in control when you have a guy's cock in your hand.”

“I could see a bit of his pubic hair sticking out that I'd felt when I was trying to get his cock free, I guess his cock was about eleven centimetres, not as thick as you described Karl's cock, I expect it's got some more growing to do yet. The end, the head bit, was all dark red, well maybe a bit purple, and leaking out clear juice, each time I pumped on it. You could see all the veins inside, and the skin moved separate to the flesh in the middle, sort of interesting and weird at the same time.”

“While I was doing it we spoke quietly, and I told him it was a good size for a boy his age.”

“Eve! You didn't! You did didn't you, that was just so cool, he must think you are so not the inexperienced little cousin he thought you were.”

With an air of pride Eve continued. “Another thing I learned that was true, is how guys don't have enough blood for their brain and cock at the same time, I had to tell him a couple of times to roll his shirt up his body, so the sperm had somewhere to land. I didn't think it would a be good idea to go back downstairs with cum all over his new shirt, but guys can be so dumb. From Marta's stories I could tell when he was about to cum, though he did try to tell me as well, so I got faster and aimed it nearly straight up, so it would land on his stomach. It must have shot thirty or forty centimetres into the air, about six big shots then the rest oozed out. It went further than I expected, some landed on his chest but didn't get on the shirt.”

“I'd put a few tissues in that little pocket inside my skirt, so I could mop up, and I licked a bit off my hand while he wasn't looking. I thought it was yucky, if Marta wants to eat it she can have my share any day. His cock looked like a balloon a week after New Year, when some of the air has leaked out, not soft and floppy, just not quite as full. Anyway we cleaned up, and I asked what he had we could spray in the room, cause I'm sure the sperm or something made the room whiff a bit. He only had deodorant, so I went off first to use the bathroom, and to show my face, and he followed down a bit later.”

Anna had hoped they could have practised together, especially after hearing of Eve's adventures, but they didn't want to be busy 'eating' when the rest of her family arrived home. They had both been diddling themselves during the course of the tale, so went to the bathroom to clean up and wash their hands, before going down to raid the kitchen.

There was still a heap more questions Anna wanted to ask, and Eve was happy to answer.

Yes, Romko had wanted to touch her pussy, but she had told him they play by her rules or not at all, and he had seen she was serious. Related as they were, they couldn't be boy and girlfriend, but Eve had told him they might have some more fun and games if he kept their private games a secret. If she even suspected he had told one of his mates who she sometimes met when they visited, she would say he had forced her, and he would be in very serious trouble with the whole family.

Eve admitted though she had got hot and excited being with the inexperienced older boy, it had been more akin to playing doctor and experimenting, due to the fact he couldn't be in the running officially, when it came to the option of finding a real boyfriend. Their chat about her hands on experience was only interrupted by the return of Anna's parents with her two brothers in tow. Then talk switched to Anna's introduction to jumps, and how scary it was the first time they'd sailed over one of the practice poles, and how she would love to take part in a novice competition in the summer. Eve said how it would be nice to have some real rosettes on her wall, giving a sly wink in reference to the fake ones as background props seen in Anna's videos.

Karl's schedule could be subject to sudden changes depending on what projects were happening in the IT department, then there were constant upgrades and modifications to the websites, so Marta had been pleased to find he was free all day Sunday. The others all cycling round the local park on Saturday morning gave her the impetus to see if she and Karl could spend the day out riding around the city, as the forecast was clear and fine, and it wouldn't be too cold.

He loved the idea and arrived shortly after Anna had left for the stables, he then reset his trip computer so they could record the details of their day's tour of the city. There were so many ancient and historic buildings that Marta could see the attraction for tourists or even relative newcomers to the city like herself, but the grandeur of such monuments could easily blind the casual observer to the all pervading poverty of many of her fellow citizens. She had seen for herself how wretched life could be for vast numbers of people, and was all too well aware of how close to the brink her own family had been at one point.

Just because it was a European country visitors either didn't believe, or couldn't see that it was in a worse state than many so called third world countries.

Marta supposed this was why she was sensitive to the plight of the seemingly forgotten masses, and why she did what little she could to help when the opportunity arose. As they passed through the more touristy areas, there were few foreigners about, a few came to view the city in Winter, but late Spring and Summer would see them arrive in droves, as the state of the economy made her country a cheap destination. That thought triggered the idea to investigate the costs of visiting other countries, about the process of obtaining a passport, and if any additional papers were needed to make a trip abroad.

They stopped to look around various places on the tour that Karl had hastily planned, with Karl talking about each section of the route ahead so Marta could take turns riding in the lead. She knew he liked watching her bum as she pumped the peddles, and would have added an extra wiggle, other than she had no desire to fall off. When they did stop to look around he would hold her hand, and didn't miss any opportunity for a kiss or hug, which she thought was very romantic.

Marta tried to suppress silly thoughts, saving those frivolities for her sketch writing, but it occurred to her, if she'd started with a blank sheet to design her perfect boyfriend, there was no doubt she couldn't have done better than Karl. As they were cycling homewards she could feel the burn in her thighs from the unaccustomed exercise, as they'd covered some distance during the day, so she didn't feel so bad about the junk food they'd eaten at lunchtime. Having spoken to her mum, Karl would be joining them for supper, and he had brought a change of clothes in his saddle bags that had been left at her house.

It would be nice to think of sharing a refreshing and invigorating shower with Karl at the end of the ride, but with all the family home, she couldn't see that happening. She had her own bathroom, and he would have to freshen up and change by using the boys bathroom. When they were both fresh and presentable, they used the study where they connected the trip computer to Marta's school laptop to see the statistics of their day out, with speeds, distances, calories, and all the rest of the data that had been recorded.

It was a very pleasant family meal that evening, with lots of current news under discussion, with the exception of word regarding Mikayla and her family, which could wait until the girls had time alone later. Marta revelled in the fact she had a proper relationship with Karl, not just based on the psychical side alone, as she had seen with some other girls at school. They talked on the phone, shared their common interests and hobbies, and they spent time doing normal teenage stuff, but most of all they planned for the future. Later that evening she tried reading a book, but her thoughts were in a whirl, and she couldn't concentrate, her mind was elsewhere on a new tack.

Marta sat thinking, contemplative, only a short time ago she had been saying how she was unsure, how she expected it wasn't far off, almost certainly before the Autumn, then here she was suddenly making plans. How did this happen? Logic and common sense were her bedrock, she couldn't understand it seeing how other girls could be so flighty, emotional, changing their minds every five minutes. Okay so emotions were involved, and affection, and she had to admit it, love, she did love Karl, he was just so right for her in every way.

Other boys she met, which meant mainly those boys at school, didn't measure up to her Karl, two or three might be better looking, but that was superficial, she doubted any of them were smarter, or so caring, and of course they had many shared interests. He hadn't pushed for them to have sex, even though he had worked out for himself she was fully protected, and she knew well enough from tales of her peers, and from older girls that the majority of guys would be demanding some pussy, either put out or they would move on.

Up to now she had kept Karl very happy in the bedroom, he left her in no doubt how good he considered that aspect of their relationship to be, and he was no slouch in making sure she was well satisfied too. It was the fact he was committed to her, he had even said as much to her dad last year; at work, surrounded with all those pretty girls in and out of the Studio, he didn't waver, well he did look, but that was okay. He followed the same mantra as laid down by John's wife, “I don't mind you getting hungry at work, providing you come home to eat”, and she had no reason to think Karl behaved otherwise.

Karl had done so much for her, built up her confidence, she didn't have the courage to face the world as she did now, until he had set her head straight. Thinking it through she knew why she had intuitively reached a decision, it was because of the way he acted, every little thing he did, he always considered her first!

It had to be perfect, without the need to rush, or concern about any interruptions, what's more she wanted to make love properly for the first time in her own bed. The thought that they could cuddle up afterwards and spend the night in each others arms would be like a fairy tale ending to the loss of her virginity. Arranging the conditions to make it happen would take some planning, her mum would need to know, her siblings could be sent on a sleepover at Nana Olga's, but that still left the issue of getting rid of her parents for at least one night.

Marta looked at the calender she kept on her laptop, next weekend was too soon to have plans in place, the following weekend would see the tale end of her monthly visitor, so she would have a wax on Sunday or Monday, making the third weekend ideal if she could set her plans in motion.

A weekend away! That's what people did when they had money, and her dad must be owed a little time off, so he and mum could take a long weekend, as he didn't take that many days off when they worked on the house project. Over the next few days she would see what was available, find some nice venues, then sell the idea to her mum, before stating the reason behind her scheme. She suspected that most other girls wouldn't take such pains to go about planning the loss of their virginity, it often happened unplanned, pressured, or befuddled by alcohol. Having made the decision and set her course, even without the full details, she could now settle down to sleep.

On Tuesday Karl stayed for supper as he often did, and Marta considered how others around the table perceived her boyfriend. To her brothers he was a clever roll model who helped mend their bikes or talk about boy things; Anna maybe saw him as a portent of the type of relationship she might seek in a few years time, and a research subject. Her mum knew the sexual side of their relationship, and colluded to ensure they could have time alone for which Marta made plain her gratitude. She assumed that her dad suspected she and Karl were intimate, and preferred not to know the details.

After Karl had gone home, Marta's second night of research was proving fruitful, as many of the nicer hotels and resorts now had a presence on the internet to attract those more affluent patrons who had the time and money to afford their services. Rather than muddy the waters, she printed out details of the three most likely candidates that she thought might appeal to both her parents, thinking how best to raise the subject with her mum.

Wednesday marked Mary's first seven days in her role as a teacher, and as Paul had said, it was rewarding to see that sudden light of understanding as she pointed out some obscure rule of grammar, so sentence structures then became meaningful. Apart from two hours at work on Friday lunchtime to register some American arrivals, she had not been called since with word of any further shifts, which had become an increasing trend with her employer. After talking it over with Paul she had decided to hand in her notice, as soon as her cheque turned up in the post tomorrow covering the hours from the previous week.

Having now spoken to the adults on her list, she found that they were quite willing to come over for lessons mid-day when her younger pupils were at school. Mary hadn't expected that working people would be able to arrange to take lessons during what she would consider normal office hours, but as Vladimir explained, school hours were the one time the models couldn't book, and it was when his time was most flexible. The two other adults she had listed held the same opinion, she learned there were several more at their place of work who were considering joining her class, possibly each coming twice a week.

On Thursday morning when her cheque arrived in the post Mary went straight to the bank paying it into their account, her next call was to see the manager at the hotel. Not wishing to burn all her bridges, she explained how she was now teaching for a living, as the hotel had so few shifts on offer, and that she wanted to hand in her notice, but they could call her on the phone to talk foreign visitors through the check in and check out procedures. The manager was pleased not to be left high and dry, as a three way phone call would be a quick easy solution to cover the small number of guests affected by the staffing change.

Soon after Micky got home from school Max delivered her first repeat pupil, here for her second lesson. All of her pupils had telephones, the majority also had mobile phones as well, which made communication quick and easy if any schedule changes were needed, so it had been simple to arrange for Max to be their driver. At first Mary had been hesitant about calling the mobile numbers for fear of the cost, but then thinking of her improved and steady income she realised it was not a major issue.

Mary had been pondering the understated show of wealth among all her pupils, the fact they had these mobile phones, the cash they were willing to spend on lessons, cab fares and foreign magazines, also the fact they dressed well without being ostentatious. With her husband in a relatively good profession, and her previous part time work, they were better placed than many, but now she was being exposed to a new stratum of society.

Though Micky hadn't raised the subject of modelling, Mary was aware that her daughter saw this stream of new visitors as interesting and inspirational, in that they were chasing the dream of becoming well educated high achievers. Many of the girls said how English featured in their varied future career plans, and with thoughts of foreign travel. She had casually asked the girls about their families, startled to find that for the most part their parents didn't have high flying executive jobs, not realising these enquiries were being fed back to the Goose sisters, who were monitoring her display of curiosity.

It was difficult to be unbiased with regard to her own daughter, but she thought Micky had gained the best traits of her own mixed heritage, and that of her husband, but wondered if a girl could be 'too pretty' as a fashion model, so as to detract from the clothing they were supposed to be promoting. She herself had left the Philippines searching for a better life, and now she wanted the best for her daughter. Mary would be happy if Micky could become involved in this lucrative business of modelling, though she wouldn't want her to be disappointed if the opportunity wasn't available for some reason.

During the lesson Mary thought of a spurious errand to send Micky off to a local shop, that would give her some time alone to speak with her current pupil. At first Mary nervously skirted around the subject, but eventually she asked the girl if she thought Micky might be acceptable to the modelling company, and if they had any other coloured models.

Each of the girls were aware that the mother or daughter might raise the subject, and it was something they had all discussed with Marta and Anna, as how to best handle such an enquiry.

“I think Micky's very pretty, I'm sure she would be offered a place, it's just a matter of whether she wanted to be a model, it's not something everyone can do. You'd be best off speaking to Anna and Marta, they would know who you need to talk with at the Studio.”

Of course the girl knew who they needed to talk with, but the sisters had a record for introducing new girls to the Studio, and it was Anna that had discovered Micky. Mary said she would have a word with the sisters, but not to mention the subject when Micky got back, as she didn't want to raise false hopes if it all came to nothing. After her lesson the girl was on the phone to Anna the moment the door closed behind her, as she didn't think it was a conversation she could have in the cab of Micky's grandfather.

Fortunately Micky was in her room when Anna called, so didn't know her hero was on the phone with her mum, or of the meeting arranged for that evening at Anna's house.

Mary respected her husband, and would never lie to him, but she bent the truth a little, saying she had a meeting that might lead to some more work from the Studio people that she was already involved with, and she would be able to tell him more when she got back. It wasn't difficult getting there, only needing two Metro trains, though stepping out of the station she saw it was an up-scale neighbourhood, and the directions were simple enough.

She felt silly, as if she were trespassing, the road names were correct, there was a park to her left, but the individual houses on her right looked so grand, each having their own garden and garage, some even having two cars parked on their own paved area. She was grateful that all the street lights worked in this neighbourhood, although it wasn't the sort of place you might expect trouble, and it did help illuminate the house numbers.

The boys had complained about having an early night, until Igor said he was going to come up and read for them, meanwhile the girls laid out some of their homework on the kitchen table as if arranging a stage set. They wanted to create the right impression, and thought the cosy family atmosphere of the kitchen would be less imposing than any other room in the house.

Mary checked the address she had written down, she knew Max had been there many times, saying how nice it was, but that didn't lessen the shock, there was even a large people carrier type vehicle parked on their driveway. There were lawns and flower beds surrounding the path to the front door, and she was startled as automatic lights came on either side of the door as she approached. If it hadn't been for Anna's friendly warmth of the invitation on the phone, and thoughts of her daughter's future she would have turned tail and run. A smiling woman in her early thirties answered the door, introducing herself as Ella, taking her coat, and offering her some slippers.

Soon she was sitting in the kitchen where the girls were packing up their school work, as Ella made some hot drinks, and told Anna to offer their guest some of the pastries she had made earlier. Mary was taken back by how modern and new everything looked, but not in a showroom kind of way, for she could see this was the hub of the household, with family photos, and kids paintings on display. Marta pointed out pictures of her brothers, and an elderly couple that she referred to as Nana Olga, and Gramps, then explaining although they weren't actual relatives they still thought of them in that way.

They sat with their drinks, nibbling on Ella's baking while they made topical light hearted conversation without yet touching on the subject of Mary's visit. Though it was not typical for Ella to take a lead, it was felt that she should tell their guest about the nature of the Studio, as one adult to another.

“So Mary, you expressed an interest in the Studio, to find out if young Mikayla could become a model like my Anna, and the many other girls you have recently met.”

“Yes, I wasn't sure at first, but Micky has been able to talk of little else other than the wonderful time she spent with your daughters at the riding school then what with meeting so many other girls involved in the fashion studio; well they all seem so nice, and well motivated which is such a rare trait in most youngsters. I want Micky to have the benefits and opportunities that weren't available to me as a child, so if she could become a model, then she could mix with these girls who would prove so inspirational, also it would help to pay for her future education.”

“Mary I'm going to tell you a story, please wait till I've finished then I'm sure you'll have some questions.” Ella went on to talk of a girl in a crowd, a great long queue of girls with their parents in tow, pretty much in the way Anna said she had told Uliana the same tale.

Mary listened intently as the nature of the modelling became clear, but she was riveted by the story, hanging on to every word. She quickly gathered this was the story of the people sitting at this table, and that Anna's older sister had shown great presence of mind to step in to avert disaster when Ella had injured her ankle. The story concluded with the family moving to Kiev just about the time the husband learns he is going to be made redundant.

“Will you arrange for Mikayla to see the boss man at the Studio.”

“You've got no questions? No concerns you want to talk about?”

“No. I come from different culture, even in Manila the capital of the Philippines, there are few ways a girl can survive,” a look passed between the two women, Mary not wishing to say aloud what they were both thinking, “to pose for a few pictures for the ferangi is no big thing. I'm sure if Micky were accepted, she would enjoy showing off for the camera.”

Anna put her hand up as if in class to get Mary's attention. “What's ferangi?”

“Ferangi or sometimes ferang, generally means any white western foreigners, it's in fairly common use in the Philippines, and in parts of Asia.”

“Thanks, but I don't think I'm ready to learn any more languages just for the moment, but as for Micky becoming a model, I don't think that will be a problem. The minute Marta and I laid eyes on her we both had the same thought, and I hope you won't be mad but the boss Ivan has already seen pictures of Micky from her outing to the stables. He and John both agreed she would be perfect for the Studio.”

Mary due to her background wasn't as reluctant to discuss the pecuniary aspect of being a model, and was keen to view the photo-sets Anna had on her laptop. Then upon seeing the videos, it became clear as to why all these young girls wanted to be so proficient in a language that wasn't in common use locally. Getting home late, she told Paul there might be some modelling work for Mikayla, and she would tell him all the details if a meeting could be arranged with the Studio.

The next morning after Paul left for work, Mary told Micky not to dress for school as they were going to have a mum and daughter day at home for once, and she would phone the school with an excuse about an iffy tummy. Micky liked the idea of a day off school spent with her mum, and it meant she would have a nice long weekend.

Mary filled the bath, adding Micky's favourite scented bubble bath, then suggested they share the tub together. Micky liked having a bath with her mum or dad, she hadn't done it that often recently, but it was something she enjoyed, laying back against either her dad's hairy chest, or her mum's boobs, and being washed by their big hands.

When they were settled back in the steaming water, Mary raised the subject of modelling, and asked Micky what she thought about all these girls posing for the camera. Talking to her about the Studio, Mary slowly introduced the concept that it wasn't about fashion or clothing, but just about pretty girls, and about fantasy costumes, and about undressing for the camera. Her daughter was intelligent enough to understand that not everyone would approve of naked photos, in the same way not all families would have the same open sort of attitude to casual family nudity or about her sharing a bath with her parents.

The calm relaxing bath nearly turned into a tsunami, as a small wriggly eel-like nine year old got very excited at the prospect of becoming a special model, just like her horse riding hero. With her daughter so eager for an interview, the only way Mary could hope to get any peace, was to promise to call Anna's mother to find out about arranging an interview with the Studio people.

Ella was surprised to get a phone call from Mary barely twelve hours after talking about the studio network, and she could clearly hear the excited voice of young Mikayla in the background, as she advised Mary she would call Ivan in regard to making best use of the girl's impromptu day off from school in order to fit in an audition.

It seems Marta has a date circled in her Diary!

For those of you who wouldn't want a fly on the wall view of a nine year old having her first naked photo shoot at the Studio, miss out the next chapter if that sort of thing offends. For those who feel they must read it for the sake of continuity, read on...

Chapter 65

Riding along in the cab Ella was thinking how disconnected she had become from the Studio of late, just popping in once a fortnight to get her hair done in the salon, meeting up now and then with Valya in the canteen for a catch-up on the latest news, sometimes bumping into Yana, Irisha's mum, but it wasn't often she saw the other staff. It had been good talking with Ivan, and he was keen that she come in with this new girl her daughters had discovered. Though today it was a driver she didn't really know, he had no problem waiting while she went into the apartment block to find Mary and Mikayla, seeing as she was a regular account customer with the company.

Ella was invited in, meeting Micky face to face for the first time, thinking Anna's pictures hardly did the girl justice, she was very pretty with a lovely complexion and having a milky coffee skin tone, a few shades lighter than that of her mother. The girl was bouncing with excitement, not showing a hint of the nervousness that was radiating from her mum.

Searching in her bag she produced, a booklet on nutrition for adolescent girls, a book on skin care, plus a copy of Anna's FAQ for new models which Micky could look through.

Ella pointed out item 14 on that list, stating that if they were to take any audition shots today it would probably be best if she didn't have tight panties on, or better still if she had no panties at all, so as to avoid leaving marks round her waist and legs.

Without a second thought Micky skimmed her panties down, and Ella suggested Mary put them in her handbag so they could be worn on the way home. Then making sure they had everything they might need for their audition Mary locked up and they headed out, as a random thought entered Ella's mind that a year ago she could only have dreamed of living in such a decent apartment, but now it seemed cramped and squalid, although she didn't mean that in a bad way, and was glad not to have spoken out loud.

It wasn't too long a trip to reach the Studio, though the driver had looked up at his mirror a few times at the three in the back, worried in case the cute little girl in the middle was about to wet herself, as she wriggled about, but then of course he wasn't to know it was just nervous energy, rather than a need to visit the bathroom. Ella signed the tab, giving the man a tip, then lead the two newcomers over to the main building where they were greeted by the receptionist who doled out two visitor passes, while Ella affixed her own pass which still read chaperone, although Marta had long superseded her in that role.

As Anna's mum lead the way Micky was bug eyed, the place was all so new and modern with carpet tiles on all the floors, and none of the walls were scraped or dented, it even smelled fresh and clean. People they passed were all friendly, many stopping to say a few words, and chiding Ella for not coming by more often, till at last they met a lady called Tanya who gave Ella a hug, saying how much Ivan was looking forwards to seeing them.

At the commotion outside Ivan looked up from his screen, having just signed off the last end of month reports, pleased to see Ella and the awed looking mother and daughter who were with her. He stepped out of his office to greet his visitors, Ella getting a hug, and the mother and daughter both receiving a handshake.

Micky hoped that she did become a model, everyone was nice to her, and the boss man Ivan, hadn't treated her as a little kid when he shook her hand, and he had used her full name, but asked what she preferred to be called, saying that she could call him Ivan. As they sat around a small coffee table instead of his desk, he included her in the discussion, rather than talk over her as so often happened with grown ups. The lady who worked outside his office came in and asked what drinks they all wanted, giving Micky a wide choice of soft drinks or fruit juice, so she asked for the blackcurrant squash.

Ivan asked which of the models she had met, and if she had seen any of their photo-sets or videos, so she named the sisters, along with the girls who had come for lessons, asking in return if all those girls were models. She found out they were, and there were hundreds and hundreds of girls who were models, but only about fifty or so lived nearby in the city, many others lived spread out all over the country. Micky explained she hadn't seen any of their pictures yet but her mum had told her about them, and she was anxious to see what the fairytale settings looked like that her mum had talked about.

Ivan had picked up that the girl was most interested in the background settings, and their costumes, displaying no concern whatever regarding the nudity involved, which he felt to be a good starting point. He asked if she would care to see some of the picture sets so that she could get an idea of what was involved in the modelling work, and was there any model in particular she wanted to see. It came as no surprise Anna's name cropped up, or that she wanted to see the video of Anna making a mess in the kitchen.

Ivan was nice, he let her sit in his chair behind his desk, and showed her what to do with the mouse to step through Anna's pictures at her own pace, and he didn't mind when she asked questions, so she found out that Anna's 'stage name' was Natasha, and that all the models had a professional name they used on the websites. Micky loved every aspect of the picture sets, it was like stepping into a wonderland, and the clothes and shoes were all so pretty, though it was fun seeing how Anna seemed to be such a tease while she got undressed, slowly getting down to bare skin then being naughty the way she showed off her kitty and bottom to the camera.

Seeing the next folder was named 'Natasha Videos' Micky asked if she could look at those as her mum had talked of a video where Anna had made cakes. She double-clicked the icon as Ivan told her, and the screen soon burst into life as the video started.

“Hello my name is Natasha, I am ten years old, today I am making some cakes.

They are for my friends, we are going to have a sleepover”

Micky watched spellbound as the action unfolded, laughing at the stunts Anna pulled, and realising that although at first she didn't quite understand the play on words, that Anna was putting more into the script than she was able to make out. When Anna spoke about her pussy loving cream, Micky thought that it could be deliberate that some sentences might have two meanings. In the background Ella who had seen this video twice in as many days, now had enough grasp of the language that she could almost follow the dialogue after being exposed to the BBC world service broadcasts on a regular basis. When the girls had made the video they had explained about the play on words, but at that time she had only known very few foreign words.

Ivan said he wanted to get on with the interview, and no doubt Anna would show her the remaining videos at another time. He was a nice man and talked to her as much as to her mum, asking if she would be uncomfortable doing similar photo-sets to the ones she had seen, and if she might like to do little video scripts, like the cup cake video. Her mum had said earlier that day that she wouldn't need to be secretive about how at home they were easy going about casual nudity, as the modelling was all about getting naked.

From what the man said Micky could see that the models didn't need to make very many sets to be successful, but how girls were now putting photo-sets away that they could use later, so they could still have young girl sets to release when they were older. At last Ivan asked if Micky wanted to try out a practice set in the studio, so she told him she had left off her panties like it said on Anna's notes, so she wouldn't have any marks. That made him laugh, saying he was glad she was that serious about becoming a model.

Ivan checked the time and made a few phone calls, then suggested they all have lunch together in the staff canteen, and he would give them a brief tour around the complex on the way there. In each new department they passed through Micky was wide eyed, there was a place where ladies made all the costumes, then there was another place where there was rack after rack of clothes hanging up like a super shop for fairyland characters.

At each of their stops everyone was nice to her, welcoming her to the Studio, and saying that she would be a big star, she had never had so many grown ups treat her like she was so important, other than her parents and grandpa. They went to the place where men with tools and paint were making the background scenery, then they went down a long corridor where the studios were, and Ivan said that the light went on over the door when they were in use, and you weren't allowed to go in, but none were in use at the moment.

In the canteen she could choose anything she wanted to eat, and it was much nicer than school dinners, and they had lots of deserts or fruit for afters. The bit her mum liked, was that it was all free, then Anna's mum started talking about the beauty salon that was all free as well, they'd probably visit that on the way to the studio after having eaten lunch. As they sat down with their trays, Micky felt the cool chair on her bare bum as she sat down, as her skirt had billowed out, and it felt odd feeling the chair reminding her of her naked skin, her panties being in her mum's handbag.

She kept her ears open as she followed the conversation between the grown-ups, with Ivan asking about her dad's job, and about how her mum was getting on teaching English. He said how he frowned at the attitude of some parents who merely saw their daughter's career as a free meal ticket, instead of being prudent and making plans for the future. Her mum said how she liked teaching better than her old job, and might eventually look for students other than just models or staff from the Studio, which Ivan said was a good idea.

After the meal the adults had coffee, but Micky didn't like coffee, so the lady taking the orders asked if she would like a milkshake or juice. Micky had a chocolate milkshake with a straw, but soon after felt the need for a pee with all the drinks she had consumed that morning. Even the toilets here were super, they were all clean with proper seats, and there was soft toilet paper provided, something that was never seen outside her own home, if you went to school unprepared you couldn't wipe afterwards. At the sinks there was soap and hand cream, and tissues, and towels and everything.

The tour now continued with both mother and daughter impressed by the beauty salon, then they went via the IT department, to visit the department where the photographers and video people edited the results of their labour. Ivan introduced them to many people along the way, including an older teenager called Karl who was Marta's boyfriend, and she found her two friends even had their own smart office with a plaque on the door. A funny short man with a small pointy beard even had a bunch of Anna's photos on his wall, she strained on tip toes to see what was written on the central picture.

“Here's looking at you Dmitri, - To the first member of my fan club love from Natasha.”

The man explained that the first bit was a kind of joke, as it was a line from a very old film that he liked, and how the 'Goose sisters' were very clever with words. As they moved off to the photographic department Ivan said how there were few people in at the moment, as they had not expected any models in till later that afternoon, and how normally one of their lady photographers often took the shoots for auditions, or for first timers.

Micky hadn't really considered who would be taking the pictures, having taken for granted that it would be a man behind the camera, and she told Ivan that she didn't mind.

“In that case I'm sure John is in doing some edits of shoots he took earlier this week, and he's the guy who takes all of Anna's photo-sets, we could meet up with him, and see how you two get along together.”

Anna's mum had already explained how you had to have someone like your mum or dad stay with you for each photo-shoot, and had talked about what happened on set, so that she had some idea of what to expect. After passing a few desks that were occupied and exchanging greetings, they stopped at a big L shaped desk where a tall good-looking man who she supposed must be John, her photographer for the audition. He was busy on a call but he gave her a kind smile, and indicated for them to grab some nearby chairs.

She could hear him say to the other person on the phone that some important visitors had just arrived, and that he would phone them back next week.

“Ah, you must be the famous Mikayla, can I call you Micky? Is the pretty taller lady your mum? I can see a family resemblance.”

“Are you John, how did you know my name?”

“Well a friend of mine dropped off her camera with instructions to print out the pictures, as they were taken on an outing arranged by your grandfather for your ninth birthday, and if I'm not mistaken you were the girl on the horse.”

“We were all on horses silly, it was pony trekking at the stables where Anna has her horse Silver. It was the bestest birthday treat ever.”

“Well I don't think I'll be able to take any pictures of you on a horse today, we don't keep any here at the Studio, though a Lady Godiva shoot in the summer would be fun.”

“Whose Lady Godiva?”

“It's an old legend about this noble lady who rode on her horse naked through the streets of an English town as some sort of protest.”

“It might be fun in the woods, but not in town, and the saddle would need a nice soft cover, as I don't think it would be nice to sit on the leather without those riding trousers; breeches, that's what they were called.”

“So that's a date for later in the summer, you be the cute naked lady rider, I'll be the wicked photographer, and we'll get Anna to sort you out a horse, then all we need is a soft cover so your bottom doesn't get stuck to the saddle, sounds like fun, we will need to arrange for a big picnic to take with us for a really great day out.”

Soon the other grown-ups started to join in with the banter, till Ivan said he would go and check to see if any of the make-up artists were in at the moment, so that Micky could try out in front of the camera. She had been looking at the enormous screens on Johns desk and asked what he was doing.

“Well I'm sorting through a set of pictures that I took of a model a few days back, so I might take three hundred shots to get eighty to a hundred and twenty odd to make a set for the website. I pick out all those that didn't turn out right then make a few adjustments to the ones I want to keep. So for this girl, I stretched the pictures to make her taller, then I had to rub out the big ugly wart on the end of her nose.”

Just for a second she was prepared to believe he might try to make a girl look taller, but then she knew he was pulling her leg, so she asked John to show her the pictures with the wart. Ella knew how much fun Anna had on set with John, and the jokes they that played on each other, so it was pleasing to see the rapport he was developing with this young girl, and she hoped it would lead to a successful outcome.

John had an answer for the girl. “I save all the warts and moles into a special file, then I add them to the faces of the girls that ask the most awkward questions.” This started Mary laughing, and telling Micky she had better behave he might cover her pictures in warts.

The phone on the desk rang, it was Ivan calling to say Carina was hanging about at the beauty salon, and to give her a call there when he knew what studio they would be using. He then called the scheduling manager, fairly sure he had his pick of any studio for the afternoon, but checking to see what backdrops were set up. Rather than overwhelm Micky with a wide choice, he described two of the sets, asking which she would most like to use, then asked the manager to pencil him in for studio one for the next couple of hours.

John next spoke to one of the girls that looked after the the wardrobe department, and on hearing that Micky had visited them earlier, asked if they could send down an assorted rack of clothes to studio one, that she could try out during her audition. Galina picked up the phone in the salon, she said she would tell Carina to meet them in studio one.

In the studio Micky sat on the high stool, having gone though the round of introductions, and the make-up lady, Carina, explained to her what they were going to do. Mary looked on, she had worried that this whirlwind experience would make Micky nervous, but to the contrary, her daughter displayed a mix of wonder and excitement, and she realised that she was projecting her own fears on the situation, Micky was doing just fine. Ella seeing the brief flicker of concerned emotions cross the face of her new friend gave her hand a gentle squeeze, as if saying been there, done that, hopefully reassuring her everything would be okay.

Micky had never worn make-up before, as her mum hardly ever wore any, though she had heard tales at school of other girls getting into trouble for having raided the dressing table of an older sister or their mother. Looking into the well lit triple mirror, Micky marvelled at what Carina had done. She had been told they were only going for a minimal approach, but it made such a difference, making her feel so grown up. Her lips now shone with the faintly coloured lip gloss, and there was just a touch of glittery colour below each eye, with a dark line extending from the corners of her eyes accentuating their shape.

It seemed a long time ago, but it was only earlier that day as they shared a bath when her mum had told her about the Studio, and how she wasn't to get her hopes up as it might come to nothing, but Micky wanted this so badly. It was super exciting, and she hadn't even had her picture taken yet, but all these people were making such a fuss of her.

John called her over to show her the cameras and lights, saying how some stayed on all of the time, and how some of the other lights just flashed whenever he took the pictures. Next he took her over to the set that was one she hadn't seen in any of Anna's pictures, as the background painting was like a storybook village for pixies or fairy's with all funny shaped houses, and curved roads that lead down to a sort of flower garden with a mix of plants, some real ones, and some strange make believe ones that were really big.

Carina took her over to look through all the brightly coloured costumes as they shuffled them on the rail sorting them out, likely ones on the right, and unsuitable ones on the left, with the idea that she would wear several different outfits in front of the camera. The first costume Micky wanted to try was a knee length dress made of two fabrics in alternating narrow vertical strips. The solid material was a nice shade of green, and the other stripes were a thin white net that you could see right through, so it was totally unlike anything she had ever worn before. It came with a pair of ordinary looking white panties, and the effect was a bit like looking at someone through Venetian blinds.

Without conscious thought she allowed Carina to undress her and help her into the outfit, that had a few large buttons on the front. She realised that each costume she had seen would be quick and simple to remove, which stood to reason if they wanted some pictures of naked girls. Micky knew she was pretty, but she was not prone to vanity, and she had always sort of known how men and older boys liked to look at girls, especially during the summer when they had short skirts or swimwear.

In recent talks with her mum about growing up, it had become clearer why men liked to see girls with no clothes on, cause you took your clothes off to do sex, and her mum said it was good fun when you got older. Her mum had shown her where her special button was, though she had found it herself a while back, but at least now her mum had filled in the blanks. Though she had wanted to wear it, she thought the dress might feel odd made with so many seams, but it was nicely finished, and all smoothed over on the inside.

Micky was a little disappointed that there were none of the fancy shoes with any of the clothes, but Carina assured her that if she got signed on future costumes would be bound to have some amazing footwear. Ella and her mum were sitting at the make up table, and she gave them a little wave before moving over to the brightly lit area of the photographic set for John to take her pictures.

John wasn't so sure about her first choice of costume, but he wasn't expecting his best pictures until later in the set anyway, so it was a mute point. She was a little wooden and cheesy to start with, but as far as posing most girls had only ever smiled for family snaps. Having got away with making usable sets out of several auditions since Marta had first made the suggestion, he saw no reason not to see if he could make something out of this session, if he could get her relaxed enough to appear more natural in front of the camera.

“Hey Micky, you're not having fun yet, don't make me come over there and tickle you.”

As she stuck out her tongue, he captured what he hoped was her first good image, and he continued to goad her looking for a reaction. Slowly he began to break down the inbuilt response people had at the sight of a camera, freezing and making some unnatural rictus grin that was the antithesis of what he wanted to achieve. He went through a few of the usual tricks he used to convince new models not to be afraid of movement, sure, he might get the odd blurred shot, but on rapid fire, he would get some shots that conveyed the motion without loosing the definition he required.

“So Micky, are you going to show me a little more of the girl hiding inside that dress?”

John was funny, she hadn't expected that he would want her to mess about, but then only hearing about this opportunity to become a model at such short notice, she hadn't known what to expect. Now he wanted her to spin round so her two plaited braids spun outwards and soon she got dizzy, half falling into a sitting position on the soft mound of the pretend grass at the front of the set. Still feeling a little disorientated Micky started to pluck at the large buttons looking up at the camera with her head lowered.

“Yes, excellent, tease me, tease me!”

That had worked out well, she probably had no idea how the mixture of innocence with the way she looked at the camera as she disrobed would appear, but John was sure he had a winner on his hands. “Just throw the dress to one side, it doesn't matter if it shows in the pictures.” He could see from the glint in her eye, this was not the way she would behave at home, many of these new girls would take care of the few clothes that they owned, though this girl had not come from the impoverished background that some of their models had come from.

While he was on a roll, he asked Micky if she could do some gymnastics, like stretching or tumbling about on the soft floor. With the flexibility of only the very young she put on quite a show, which John complimented her on he then discovered that she was a budding gymnast at school. She was able to sit in a perfect splits position with her legs in a straight line, either to her sides, or with one forwards and one behind, John thinking they would make great shots after she lost those little white panties.

Micky basked in the praise, not able to really practice at home for fear of bumping into the furniture, so it was fun to show off some of her moves. She could feel there must be some soft crash mats under the fake grass, so she went on to do a handstand then show she could do the splits in that position as well.

John's praise was genuine, he was very pleased with Anna's latest discovery, and talking about her hobby as she performed was putting the girl in the right frame of mind. When John spoke about removing her last garment she dropped down to a position where she rested on her elbows and shoulders, then reached up with one hand to the waist band of the panties. Now off her bottom she wriggled her legs causing the little white flag to ascend up her legs, until she twirled them around one foot till they flew off across the set.

While Carina was busy checking the stock on her supply trolley Ella and Mary were having a quiet chat about the industry in general, and how this operation in particular lead the field in terms of quality, and on how they treated the models and their families. Mary like many had heard about the seedier issue of internet pornography, but was totally unaware of the popularity of either the plain vanilla child modelling websites, or of the modest and demure child through to adolescent naked modelling for which this Studio was so famous. In fact as they sat talking she was in for quite an education due to the extensive research carried out by Ella's two daughters.

Micky was enjoying herself, and would have happily continued the rest of the set naked, but John suggested she try at least a few more outfits so she could practice undressing for the camera. She looked over to the back of the studio, but as they were all distracted, Micky made her own selection, bringing to mind they way she had seen Anna slowly undressing in her own picture sets.

Some of the costumes were in see through hanging bags to contain all the accessories, and had a little sketch showing how it was intended to be worn. Looking at one of those she saw a short orange skirt that had two rows of ruffles with a flower design around the waistband, and a brief top that knotted over one shoulder. The top was a contrasting colour but also had a flowery motif, and there were two lacy ruffled arm bands that were separate, to complete the ensemble was a tiny pair of tie sided panties that were a darker shade of orange than the skirt.

She was having trouble holding the panties in place while she tried to tie the strings, until John said she should sit on them to stop them escaping, then they would be easier to tie.

Getting dressed was simple when you knew how, he then said as she posed in this outfit that it would be best to first play with the top before taking it off, then afterwards to loose the panties, but keep the skirt on pushing the waistband a little higher so she could tease the audience with a glimpse of pink.

Thinking about what John had said caused the colour in her cheeks to rise, for the only pink on her body was the inside of her mouth or the inside of her pussy, and she knew he wasn't talking about sticking her tongue out again. It was fun being a bit naughty, soon she was back to posing, following John's guidance on how best to move in front of the camera. By the time she was down to just the skirt she had made sure to aim some pink in his direction, doing several of the exercises from her gym class, but without the leotard.

Mary kept looking over to the fantasy set where her little girl was giggling as she tumbled about, always quick to make friends, she had really taken to John from the squeals and back chat that she caught snatches of now and then. Although Micky's enthusiasm had shown from the moment that she had heard of the type of modelling that the Studio did, Mary had not been so sure how she would react when push came to shove. The fact she was out there able to show off a number of her gym moves meant she was enjoying the audition, for she loved to express herself in movement.

From all Ella had said, Micky getting signed up was merely a formality, she had gone on to tell her the experiences of two other recent signings, though they had both been single parent families, just mother's struggling to raise their daughter's alone. That had been a scary thought, Mary considered they were relatively well placed with Paul's job topped up with her own variable income, but she knew many lived in fear of finding each week's rent money, with eviction a constantly nagging worry. Not one to count her chickens, she had decided they would stop off on the way home to at least get Micky a new leotard for her gymnastics class, after-all she could easily afford that from the English lessons this week.

John was funny, if he took all Anna's pictures, Micky could see why she liked him, as he was good at making jokes, and unlike most adults he knew about gymnastics, about all the training she had to do, and about doing warm-up routines. Subliminally she had taken on board how many of the shots he wanted, were of her nearly being shy, then a few where she was showing her privates off to the camera in the way Anna did in her pictures. It would be super if she could be a model like Anna, then they would have something in common, and then she might be able to go riding sometimes, although she knew it was expensive, not a hobby she could do all the time.

John looked at the image on the rear of his camera, the girl laying face down, arms spread, and knees bent her legs wide open as she waved them back and forth with the socks of her latest outfit the only items now remaining. The scraps of cloth from her last costume lay scattered around her, as she smiled up at him, John then changed positions, taking a lower angle, now on the floor himself to capture her delightful bubble butt, with her soft coffee tones set off by the mostly green setting.

“Okay munchkin let's take a break, Carina will have a robe you can put on so you don't get chilled while we pause to have a drink.”

Micky skipped to the back of the studio where Carina did take down a soft fluffy robe for her to wear, and asked what she would like to drink, finding drinks for everyone else too.

Carina put a straw in her drink saying how it helped to avoid messing up a girl's lipstick or lip gloss. It was nice the way she explained all these things that models needed to know, Carina was telling her lots of new stuff.

Mary didn't get a chance to ask what Micky had thought of her audition, as she was hit by a vocal torrent about how much fun it was to be a model. She could see her daughter was full of adrenaline from her spell in front of the camera, till John told her to calm down and take in some refreshment. They now all got the chance to join in the discussion, and Mary could see the other three adults in the room were in agreement that Micky was doing very well for her first time on set. As they finished their drinks John asked if Micky wanted to do two more costumes before they called it a day.

In a white blur the stool where Micky had been sitting was now draped with a robe, as a pair of naked buttocks sped across to the clothing rail. He felt he probably had enough in the can for a decent variety set, but the girl was so hyper, he thought it best to capture her vibrant mood, and allow her to run on a little longer. No doubt later on it would catch up with her and she would be zonked out, and ready for an early night...

“Mum, we're home!”

Mary stirred from her daydream, reached into her bag and dug out the money to pay the cab driver, her eyes drawn to the two brown envelopes, and the two laminated I.D. Cards. It had been such a surreal experience after the photo-shoot, everything happening there and then, no waiting to hear a decision, Micky jumping up and down in the man's office, and then all the papers to sign. She wondered how Paul would take the news, it was a done deal, one of those envelopes contained a large wad of cash as a sign on fee, she had never seen that much cash in the till at work, it felt scary to know she had it in her bag.

As they climbed the stairs holding hands, she realised the time, Paul was most likely home from work already, thinking perhaps they had gone off to the shops, earlier on she had panicked about that afternoon's pupil, but Ella had thought to have someone phone the girl, to delay her lesson till it could be rearranged for another time. She hadn't got around to taking Micky out for a new leotard either, next week she would surprise Micky with that nice patterned one that she had baulked at because it had been too expensive.

They got in to find Paul at the table marking up some test papers.

“Er, Honey we've got some good news for you, it's just I don't know how to say this.”

“Daddy, Daddy, I'm going to be a nude model.”

For those of you that did read this chapter just for sake of continuity, may be amused to find out Paul's reaction to this news.

Next Marta has a chat with her mum, and Eve stops over.

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For the next installment of the A New Model is Discovered franchize, see Chapters 66 through 70.

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