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.

Chris confirmed in the comments at the end of my last posting that the whole of this tale will be posted in instalments on this website. That's 75 + the formerly missing parts, then if you still haven't had enough there is another story to follow. This is a much darker tale reflecting a mood of hatred and resentment about previous events, with vignettes on the post-Studio life of some people from the preceding volume, and adding some new faces into the mix. Those of you who've grown to love Anna and her friends might revel in the ironic and inventive ways the two main protagonists employ to seek their vengeful goals.

Again there might not be a lot of actual sex, but as always it will relevant to the plot-line.

If you haven't read it yet look out for 'The Cab Driver' – A very short story in the “Model is Discovered Universe” which is there to raise a smile.

Hey Norbert drop me a line my email is on the site, same goes for all the readers from the old Loliwood days. I owe you all a big apology, but with the site collapse, and then issues in real-life I left the scene for several years, I'm back and I want to hear from all those old stalwarts that gave a novice writer the encouragement to continue.

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. Back in the day, as now, I appreciate hearing from readers, and I remember all the names from the past, it's just taken time to find a home willing to host this epic length of story.

So thanks to Chris who's a great on-topic writer, webmaster, and all-round nice guy!

Okay here are the real Chapters 66 to 70 after my former posting error

Chapter 66

News of Mikayla's acceptance as a model was no big surprise when Anna and Marta found out about it, because their mum had called from the Studio leaving phone messages, one for the girl who was due to have an afternoon English lesson, saying that it would need to be rescheduled, and another for Marta about what had happened, and to choose a meal from the freezer if she hadn't returned by the time they got home from school then calling Nana Olga about collecting the boys. Anna told Eve on the walk home from the station, then asked if she wanted to come for a sleepover, as her mum had arranged for the boys to be picked up and to stay over with Nana Olga and Gramps.

Marta teased the younger girls saying she would wear ear plugs for the night to cut down on the noise, but although it was Anna who was renown for her wicked humour, Eve knew that Marta liked to get in a little payback now and then. All three called in at Eves house while it was squared with her mum, with comments about planning material for their new recruit who had been signed on that day. Anna helped Eve in her room get together what she wanted to bring over, while Marta sat talking with Magda in the kitchen.

The two youngsters were keen to see if they could institute Friday night sleepovers as a permanent fixture, and Anna didn't mind if her house was used more often than Eve's as she had the added convenience of having an en-suite bathroom.

In another quarter of the city, a father was still trying to come to terms with the news his baby girl had been signed up as a model. This was not fashion, or catwalk, or advertising, this was artistic nude modelling for a members only web based agency, a type of website he hadn't even thought existed. At first he had said his daughter should go to her room while he talked it over with mummy, but mummy had insisted Micky needed to be part of the conversation, as she was central to the issue at hand and her views counted the most.

“Paul I know this must have been a shock for you, that is why I didn't go into any details of the Studio when I first found out last night. For one thing I needed to see how Micky would feel about posing for the pictures first of all, then there was the issue of whether they would want to take her on as a model. No! Please don't interrupt, hear me out, then I can fill in any blanks, or answer any questions.”

“I talked with Micky this morning, and told her about the Studio, and described the picture sets I had seen of the models; that's those same bright happy intelligent girls that you've seen coming here for extra English tuition, above what they already receive in their school. Anyway it's not as if Micky is shy or has any silly body issues, she knows how male and female bodies differ, and she knows how her own body will start to change over the next few years. What I'm saying is, it hasn't done any harm to the girls who work there, many of those girls have been at the Studio for three or even four years.”

“Paul, I know you aren't blinkered or bigoted, your intelligent and open minded, that's part of the reason I married you,” she said giving him a sly wink. “When I found out how keen Micky was to audition for the Studio, I gave Anna's mum Ella a call, and she spoke to Ivan the boss and arranged it there and then. They are based in some lovely modern buildings, with such helpful friendly staff, it was all so – professional, they have locations in other major cities, and over a thousand models work for different parts of their network.”

“I don't believe that! How can so many young girls be working as nude models and that we haven't heard of it before now?”

“It's based in this country, but the members are all in wealthy foreign countries, such as western Europe, Britain and the USA, that's why all these girls desperately want to learn English. The models apart from picture sets, also do short little videos where they have English dialogue so that their majority audience can understand what they are saying.”

“It's really funny daddy we saw a video Anna did making cakes, and she got covered in flour, and got splashed with water, and she had to take all her clothes off, and we were all laughing, even Anna's mummy who can only understand some of the English words.”

Mary gently squeezed Micky's shoulder, then continued with her story. “Paul you need to read all the paperwork, it's plainly written, not all lawyer speak, and they look after the models and their families. Ella told me about one girl who broke her arm slipping on the ice a few months back on the way to school, her friend with her was also a model, at first she panicked, but then she used her mobile phone to call the Studio for help. Right away they arranged for an ambulance to rush her to a private clinic, then called her mother and sent a cab to take her to see her daughter.”

They sat there talking a long time, with Paul hearing of his daughter's adventure that day, and how much she had enjoyed herself, then he started to read through the small stack of papers, noting how the payments rose with popularity and sales. His rumbling stomach was a cause of laughter, and a reminder they hadn't yet had supper, so Mary said they should celebrate by going out to eat. Before Paul could raise any objection to something that was seen as a rare treat, Mary held up a second envelope, and startled him with the size of Micky's sign on fee.

Micky and her family were a major topic of conversation around another meal table that evening as the two youngest members of the household were not present. Anna was quick to point out that she and Eve would be working on ideas for Micky's initial sets over the next few weeks, and those for a few of the other new models. Marta managed to suppress a smirk, knowing exactly what the two girls had in mind for their sleepover meetings.

After the meal Marta told the younger two to get on with their brainstorming as she would help mum in the kitchen. This was not entirely altruistic, as Marta hadn't yet found the ideal time to float the idea of her parents having a weekend break, preferably a nice long weekend away. As if to make the timing perfect her dad announced he was popping round to have a word with Yuri, Eve's dad, about some upcoming project at work where they would need a fair amount of decorating supplies.

Once the clear up was complete, Marta asked her mum if they could have a serious discussion, Ella wondered what it could be about, surely not Karl as she had only just seen him earlier that day, and he was in good spirits, though you never could tell with teen romance, up one minute down the next.

“Mum I've been giving it a lot of thought, and we've had a really good year, so I was thinking you and dad deserve a little break, after all you sent Nana Olga and Gramps off for a holiday, and I've found a couple of places that do lovely romantic weekends so you two could pamper yourselves for two or three days.”

Marta pulled the two printouts from the envelope and handed them to her mum. “See they have spars, massage, and all sorts of therapies, plus they have live entertainment and dancing in the evenings, and their menus are amazing.”

For a moment Ella was captivated by the slick graphics presentation from the two venues, but then it clicked that her daughter may have another agenda. “And what about you four if we were to go away?”

“Well obviously Nana Olga and Gramps would help out, though Anna might want to stay over with Eve.”

“Did you have any special plans mapped out if this scheme of yours worked?”

Marta had the grace to look down and blush, knowing she had been busted right from the start. “Well, yes... I was about to bring that up next, it's something I've been giving a lot of thought to recently. I'm ready. I really am, and I want it to be special, it's been great that you allow me and Karl to have time together to well you know, make out and that, but I know I want Karl to be my first. You might think I'm being dramatic, or silly, but we are meant for each other. Please mum, help me with this.”

Ella could see how earnest Marta was, and the way her eyes were filling up, desperate for help and approval. It had been a miracle that the two of them had shown such restraint so far, plus the fact Karl had worked out for himself that Marta had been on the pill, and that he knew why he had been kept in the dark. Even so from what Marta had told her, he had done nothing to pressure her to give up her virginity.

She was sure Marta had been honest, keeping up her side of the deal, telling her about what the two of them had been up to, in return for the opportunity to have their private times together, either at home or round at Karl's place, as Elena his mum was also aware of the situation. She remembered how red faced Marta had been, when she had admitted trying anal intercourse, and although she had enjoyed the experience, she'd been a little tender for a few days afterwards, and there hadn't been a repeat encounter. Ella was in a way slightly jealous of her daughter's willingness to experiment, it was something she and Igor had not tried, having said that, even after four kids she couldn't complain as they still enjoyed a regular and satisfying sex life.

Seeing how her mum was prepared to listen, Marta laid out the details of her plan, gaining confidence that it hadn't been rejected out of hand at the first hurdle. Since way back in August she and Karl had been an item, drawing closer over all those months, her bright, wonderful, supportive boyfriend. When she at last ran out of steam in extolling how this was the right time, and how everyone else would also benefit from the machinations of her scheme, Marta waited nervously for a response.

“I'm not saying yes or no just yet, but many people might say you were too young.”

“Okay, chronologically I'll be fourteen years, five months, and one week old, but you know I'm mature for my age, even Ivan recognised that, allowing me to be Anna's chaperone, then offering me a position of responsibility at the Studio. I religiously take my pill at the same time each day, and I've read all the stuff the doctor provided, and I keep diary notes about any side effects like she recommended. You know Karl well enough by now, he's almost a member of the family as it is; he doesn't know about this, but he's the one, but I won't be a notch on his bed post, or a boast to his friends, it will be his first time too.”

Ella sat in thought for a moment longer, Igor was the only man she had ever slept with, and she didn't feel she had missed out, because he was attentive to her needs, which she felt was probably the exception to the rule thinking back to her own youth, and the tales from her friends growing up. The fear of pregnancy back then had been the biggest form of contraceptive, but Igor was a handsome devil, he still was, and she had only allowed their petting to go so far until he had proposed, and brought her the engagement ring.

Attitudes were changing, even more so since the break up of the Soviet Union, though the Ukraine was having a hard time of it, like so many of the previous satellite states. Progress was slow to come in business and industry, but the people craved change on every level. It was enterprises like the Studio that would move the country forwards, and it was going to be her children that would feel the benefit of that change.

“So young lady... Which of these hotels do you recommend?”

Ella was nearly knocked out of her chair in the sudden movement, perhaps only held in place by the fierce hug from her weeping eldest daughter.

After a while a small voice asked, “What will you say to dad?”

“That our daughters have insisted we deserve some quality time on our own.”

“What about... Well that I won't be up the road at the cottage?”

“You let me and Olga deal with our men, and you can deal with yours. It's always a bad thing to lie to your partner, but sometimes they don't need to know all the details either. So have you been out to get a new outfit for the occasion, or maybe buy something special in the way of lingerie?”

“I didn't want to risk jinxing it by going that far, I knew I had to run this past you first, as the whole idea was to have a memorable time, not having to worry about time constraints or about the possibility of interruptions. I want to look back in the future and say the night was just as magical as I hoped it would be, not some awfully hurried disaster that I've heard some other girls talk about.”

Upstairs unaware of Marta's heart felt appeal to her mother, the two younger girls were once again having fun in the bath. They revelled in the sensuality of soaping each others lithe bodies, hands caressing soft skin, and the delicately forming curves brought on by natures first hint of approaching adolescence. Any feminine secretions washed away from their initial repeat of using the bath filler to stimulate their little clits, was rapidly replaced due to their rising level of excitement, and inquisitive probing fingers.

Downstairs Marta was relieved that she had her mum's support, their discussion about the event to come had concluded for the time being when they heard Igor's return. She bade her parents goodnight, saying she was going up early to do some research on a few more projects she had in mind, noting her mum's slight grin at her comment. Her mum had said she would broach the idea that evening, so he had the best part of two weeks to prepare for their time away. It had been a relief her mum said she could easily make this happen.

Igor was in a good mood, after having a glass of beer with Eve's dad Yuri, talking about how it was good that their daughter's got on so well, and their recent take up of having sleepovers together, to work on scripts for the Studio. Both were aware girls of that age needed close friends in order to talk about personal issues, and sometimes both fathers felt uncomfortable about their daughter's emerging desire to test out their feminine wiles. The main reason for Igor's visit had been to talk of some upcoming projects at work, being as there was an chance for Yuri to make some sales, and to see if his friend wanted in on a possible building project for parents of Studio girls wanting to make an investment.

When Ella raised the topic of a mini break at a romantic venue away from the city, Igor was in a receptive mood to be swayed into agreeing, it wouldn't hurt to have some time alone. With the way they're finances stood, and thinking about how hectic work would become shortly, it was an ideal time to take a few days to themselves. As Ella pointed out, the old folks would love looking after the kids, though the girls might want to spend part of that time with their friends.

Up in her room Marta was just about to use the bathroom prior to changing for bed, when she heard the faint noises of Eve and her sister on the other side of the door. Though all her stuff was in there, she remembered she also had a small wash kit in her Studio back-pack, so she could use the boys bathroom to wash off the modest application of concealer she used to deal with her skin problem. She smiled thinking it was her Karl that put those residual marks from her childhood illness in their place, he had responsible for much that had raised her self-esteem, and her confidence overall.

Anna loved it since they had moved to the city, it had been such a novelty to each have their own space. Previously the only privacy had been in the bathroom, and then only if you were having a poo, for no one wanted to smell that, but having a pee while her sister was there, or sharing a bath was commonplace. Now if a bedroom door was closed, your privacy was respected and nobody would barge in, they would just knock, and call out goodnight, or that a meal was ready, so she didn't fear they would have any interruptions.

Mr Bear was once again facing the corner, as the two girls sprawled out on the bed, now mostly dry, other than the obvious wetness apparent in both girls. Having got past all the initial shyness of their earlier episodes, they had talked over the things they wanted to try out together. They still loved kissing, it seemed to send tingles straight to their budding breasts, and lower, but the plan was to kiss all over in search of those fabled erogenous zones they had been reading about.

It was Anna's turn, and she had kissed all over Eve's face, getting a nice reaction when she had kissed and nibbled on Eve's cute ears, but the place where her neck met her shoulders brought Eve out in goose bumps, and made her squirm. They took turn and turn about as their explorations headed further south, each girl being fascinated with the other's breasts, able to view them in a way they couldn't view their own, licking, kissing and even sucking on one another, causing the temperature to rise.

The room soon filled with the heady fragrance of sexually stimulated girls on their early forays into sensuality. During their prior Sapphic explorations they had tried the classic sixty-nine position, but found it too difficult to concentrate upon what they were doing, so having seen some more pictures about their current sport, Anna had come up with a different idea which she explained to Eve. The two had started off head to head, kissing each other though upside-down, then they had moved down the other's body till they could each kiss and play with their friend's breasts at the same time.

It was great fun to play like this but both wanted more, and it had felt awkward sort of reaching above their own heads to seek their next goal, so they rolled apart to get on with the serious business of pussy eating. Eve dove in head first, thinking how great it was she loved the flavour, having read that some people didn't like to be where she was now, this she found hard to believe as she used her tongue and lips to bring Anna towards orgasm, then backing off causing Anna to groan in frustration, but knowing that a bigger prize was waiting if she ramped up the tension.

Anna loved and hated the teasing at the same time, vowing to get her own back when she was between Eve's thighs, then just when she could stand it no longer, Eve's lips closed round her clit, sucking, and thrashing it with her tongue. Anna bit into her pillow as her hips surged upwards, eyes tightly shut as her body racked with convulsions. When her pulse rate and breathing calmed down, Anna opened her eyes to see Eve's face in front of her, and they shared a kiss, Anna tasting herself as she greedily kissed back, and licked the juices from Eve's face.

Soon they were crushing their bodies together, each trying to rub their legs between the thighs of the other, wriggling like entwined snakes, breaking their lip lock only in order to gasp for breath. At last Anna moved from under Eve so as to return the favour, then slowly working her way down now that Eve lay on her back awaiting her fate.

Anna grinning inside nibbled and kissed her way towards the junction of Eve's thighs, then slowly continued on down the inside of one thigh then up the other, next she raised a leg to try the same on the backs of her thighs finding just behind the knees, and at the crease of Eve's buttocks got the strongest reactions. Playing the trick they both knew now, Anna had fun taking Eve toward the brink then backing off, taking time to gaze at her meal, checking to see if the early beginnings of pubic hair were any more visible.

One stray hair looked a little longer than the rest, and she could now see maybe a dozen of the short thin darker hairs that were so faintly visible Anna doubted they would show up in any of Eve's picture-sets just yet. A complaint, and a gentle tug returned Anna to her allotted task, and soon Eve was moaning in a totally different fashion. Fortunately there weren't any loud exclamations from her explosive release, but the signs were obvious from Anna's viewpoint, the rapid breathing the flushed skin, and especially the reddened vulva directly in her line of sight.

The surrounding skin was wet from Anna's increasingly skilled tongue, but plainly evident between the swollen lips, and trailing downwards past her bum was a trickle of Eve's own distinctive fluid. Anna watched as the dilation from an orgasmic aftershock caused a little more of the musky translucent essence to escape from Eve's scarlet centre, Anna darted forwards for another lick. Anna loved the taste of her friend, curious how other girls might taste, or for that matter if she would like the taste of boys.

From what Marta said, she hadn't been that keen at first, but now often swallowed two or even three loads from Karl, and she knew that Valya did oral sex with her boyfriend Alex, but Eve had said it was really horrible when she had tasted a small splash of Romko's cum when she'd made him shoot off. Anna didn't feel she was ready for boys at the moment, besides she was having a lot of fun with Eve as they learned about their own bodies.

The two girls continued to play until they were too tired to go on, Anna imparting more of the knowledge she had gained from both her older sister, and the internet, about how girls could have that many more orgasms than boys could. The two eleven year old girls had done their best to max-out on cuming before finally falling into the arms of Morpheus.

Paul appears conflicted about his nine year old daughter's career choice, more of that in the next chapter. It seems Marta has an ally in her mum, and our two 11yo protagonists are keen to practice the sapphic arts as often as opportunity allows.

Anna might not think she is ready for boys yet, but if the opportunity were to arise could she hold back on her natural curiosity?

Chapter 67

The previous evening Marta had been too unsettled to sleep, agitated about the outcome of whether her father could be persuaded to take a weekend break. To distract herself she had gone on line to do some more research, this time seeking out information about which sexual position was considered best for a girl's first experience of vaginal intercourse.

Karl had taught her quite a lot about using computers, search engines, using the correct terms and syntax, so as not to get millions of worthless replys. So much of the net was filled with the more salacious material, that initially even finding any information on child modelling had been weighed down with the more sleazy adult smut that was just time wasting. Learning how to filter out the dross had made their forays through the web less tiresome, in that they were now quite good at finding what they wanted.

It helped being able to read English, for there was far greater selection of material to choose from, pages in an agony aunt style, discussion forums, and even serious medical type papers that had been published online. Finally shutting down the laptop, she went to bed, but still being restless she thought about Karl as she toyed with a nipple, sliding her other hand down to play with her clit. Her reading materials hadn't been that dry that it failed to get her wet, this had all been about that next step she was intending to take with Karl, and she was in her usual fashion checking everything out thoroughly.

As she started to get closer, Marta wondered if Karl was doing the same thing at home, stroking Karl junior as he thought of her, maybe sniffing the latest pair of her panties she had donated to his collection. Marta bit her lip as the rising tide of orgasm overwhelmed her as waves of pleasure coursed through her body, and at last relaxed she fell asleep.

Another person who would have had trouble sleeping was Paul, Mikayla's father, had it not been for the fact his wife Mary nearly fucked him to death that night, as the only way she could think of to get him to settle down. The big wedge of cash had shocked him, then when they went out to eat they couldn't talk about it, but on their return, after Micky had gone to bed, he voiced his concerns.

Micky had found it immense fun in the studio posing for John, though Paul had found it difficult to grasp that she was aware of how serious a step they had taken in this course of action. Meanwhile the two most important people in his life were both okay with what had transpired, Mary talking of the great career move with fantastic earning potential, and his Micky happy to pose for pictures in the same way as the girls she most admired. It was as if she had entered a fairyland, full of fabulous background sets from all her favourite books and films with many stunning costumes to match. Micky really loved everything about her afternoon at the Studio, and best of all was the fact she was the star of the show and that everyone, not just her mum listened to what she had to say, and they didn't treat her like a little child.

Paul didn't say where he was going, just that he had to go into town, and would probably be back in time for lunch, when Mary had a break between pupils. He had a vague idea where the Studio was, and it could be reached with a single change on the Metro system. He had taken a few of the documents with him, leaving behind the large envelope, so that Mary would probably not realise some of the papers were missing, but he had written the address on a slip of paper so he didn't need to get the paperwork out during his journey.

It wasn't much of a walk from the station to the business park, this development was very recent, modern and fresh looking, even having plenty of parking spaces between the well maintained lawns, with shrubs and young trees. He'd been so intent on finding the Studio he hadn't paid much attention to what else was going on around him, but he realised he'd been following the mother and daughter some thirty metres ahead of him since leaving the station, and they had entered the big square anonymous building.

He was heading for the same destination, the girl holding her mothers hand, swinging back and forth, every now and then a skip in her step, the very image of a girl who was excited, as if going to the zoo or some other special treat, and he watched as they entered the large bland edifice. He didn't know what to think, was it everything Mary made it out to be, or was he being paranoid, imagining some dark purpose that didn't exist.

He decided to wait across the road from the business park at a bus shelter where he could observe the place for a while. It wasn't long before he saw two women approaching from the station deep in conversation, preceded by two girls about the same age as Micky, then a few minutes later what he assumed to be a father and daughter, the girl maybe fourteen or fifteen. As they passed on the far side of the road he could hear the laughter, just in the same way he had noted the mood of the others who had entered the building.

Standing there wasn't answering his concerns, with purpose he crossed the road and entered the reception area, where an attractive girl at the front desk greeted him.

“Good morning Sir, how can I help you?”

“Hello, I'd like to see Ivan please, if he's in today.”

“I take it you don't have an appointment, can I take your name, and the nature of your visit, so I can see if he has time to see you this morning?”

Paul told her his name, and that it concerned his daughter's visit the previous day.

The girl smiled back, picked up her phone, and spoke to someone he supposed was the secretary of this Ivan character.

“Tanya says he's over in the workshop at present, but she'll catch up with him as he's bound to want to talk with you, if you'll just take a seat he shouldn't be too long.”

The receptionist seemed genuine enough, not as if he was being given the run around, he sat in the comfortable waiting area with it's plush carpet and real potted plants, curious as to the sort greeting he might receive from the boss man, and just how solid the contract was that had been signed by his wife. As he sat there another mother daughter pair turned up, obviously known by the girl at the counter, as they all spoke on a first name basis, and the girl who he thought maybe ten or eleven years old was chided to put on her badge, or she wouldn't be allowed in. This was cause for some laughter, and they stood about chatting, with the mother stating she hoped to get her roots done while they were here, if the salon wasn't too busy.

A casually dressed man in his late forties or early fifties entered from the main building and the young girl jumped up to kiss him on the cheek, he was also warmly greeted by the mother. Soon talk was about the girl's school grades, with congratulations on her recent improvements. After a few more words the pair went off into the building, and the man came over to Paul, reaching out to shake his hand and introduce himself.

“Hello, welcome, my name's Ivan, we're very informal round here, do you mind if I call you Paul?

“Er, no that's okay. I'm here about my wife and daughter's visit here yesterday.”

“Yes, you are a lucky man, such a charming girl, you and your wife must be very proud, but let's not stand around out here, we'll go to my office so we can have a talk about any questions you may have. First we need to get you a badge, or someone will make a fuss, regardless of the fact I'm showing you about. With all these young models coming here we can't have unidentified strangers wandering through the building.”

Having been issued with his clip on badge, with the large red letters marking him out as an 'Accompanied Visitor', they made their way to Ivan's office. Paul hadn't known what to expect, but Ivan struck him as an educated and gregarious man, none of the staff they passed showed any great deference, just pleasant exchanges of a friendly manner.

Strict hierarchys were the norm in most large organisations, even at school in the staff room surnames were used, only in private with old colleagues might you use first names. Ivan had said they could save the talk till they got to his office, but he pointed out the various departments they passed on the way through the brightly lit modern building.

“Ah you found him, do you want me to bring in some refreshments?”

“Yes please Tanya, what would you like Paul, coffee, tea, fruit juice?”

“Coffee please, black.”

Ignoring the desk, Ivan steered Paul over to a table in his office, where they sat in cosy chairs, it was almost as if he had been summoned to the head's office he felt so on the back foot, but he needed to find out what his wife had signed their daughter up for.

“I had expected you might call in, to be honest I would've been disappointed if you hadn't, because it never bodes well unless our girls come from a good caring home environment regardless of the circumstances they find themselves in when we first meet. No doubt you have some questions for me, so ask away, and I'll see if I can allay your concerns.”

“Is the contract Mary signed binding?”

“I could say yes, but I won't because there would be little point in starting a fight that might hurt your family. If your wife has signed Micky on as a model, and you are in strong disagreement this will only cause strife, therefore we would be prepared to tear it up, but I hope by the time you leave today I can persuade you otherwise.”

At that point Tanya came in with coffee and pastries, not over-brewed, or from a machine, but rich aromatic freshly made, served in nice china, along with sugar and a jug of cream. Paul was startled that the man's secretary should then strike up conversation about his wife's visit the previous day, saying how polite Micky had been, and how she had delighted the people who had worked with her.

When Tanya left Ivan restarted the conversation. “Paul, I don't mean to be condescending or rude but I suspect you feel out of your depth, not something you will have encountered before now, as like most people, unaware of the world of child modelling. There is a long history of the child or adolescent nude in painting, and more recently in the tasteful photo studies by Sally Mann, Jock Sturges, David Hamilton, and others. We have moved that concept forward with the times, and current technology.”

“We were not the first to present artistic youthful semi-nude, and nude models on the internet, but I believe our network is the biggest, and best in the industry. This reflects in every aspect of what we do, and how we operate. There are scores, probably hundreds of companies out there on the net with young models, and that's just those based in eastern Europe and Russia. As you can no doubt imagine there are no shortage of poor families that get sucked in and spat out, used and cheated, take a photo-set and simply pay for a few days food, unfortunately in some cases that is the limit to what the girls ever see.”

“If you saw examples from these people it would be upsetting, malnourished, unhappy girls who often look in need of a wash, in all quite deplorable. What our members like to see are happy vibrant girls that epitomize the joy of life, health, and vigour. To that end the welfare of our models and their families is part of our whole ethos, for how can a girl go on set looking carefree if a parent or sibling is unwell. Even in the wealthiest countries of the west, I doubt there are companies that have such values; we look after our own.”

“As a teacher, you yourself, or via tales from colleagues, must be aware of how girls from even a quite young age can have a streak of exhibitionism which only becomes far more apparent as they approach puberty. They're testing their ability to catch male attention in their own way, and our site relies on this natural tendency, giving our models free reign to express themselves. From what Mary said you are not prudes, and are not skin shy as is the case of some cultures, therefore Micky felt quite at ease here in front of the camera.”

They talked for a long time, and Paul did at last fit in some questions, even seeing a brief tour of the website on Ivan's desktop monitor. Ivan said how very few people from their own country were likely to see pictures on the site as it was priced and designed to meet a foreign market. Returning to the 'Meet the Models' page Ivan pointed out some familiar faces, the girl he knew as Anna had a fake name and biography, then Ivan flipped through screen after screen to find the girls who had been visiting Mary for lessons.

Having seen a few complete photo sets he wondered how other people would classify them, himself, he would say they exhibited a sensual aspect, perhaps the older girls might be said to express a sexual element, but on the whole it was playful and it was harmless. This lead to the inevitable thought about how the pictures of his Micky had turned out.

Ivan was ready when Paul asked pointing out that those pictures hadn't been either sorted or edited as yet, but it was felt there was sufficient material from Micky's audition to make up a variety set as her introduction to the site. This was providing that Paul was not of a mind to rescind the contract.

After sitting through the tumult of emotions at seeing his little girl on screen his overriding feeling had been one of pride, recognising several of her gymnastics moves that she had brought to the fore in her lithe exuberant display. He was still in a bit of a daze when Ivan lead him off to lunch, even this was an experience in itself, great food, all free and such an unusual variety of dinning companions. Girls in all manner of exotic garb and make-up sat wearing napkins to avoid spillage on their costumes, as Ivan explained that the weekend shooting schedule could become quite hectic, mostly reserved for out of town models.

The predominant impression on Paul's mind about all he had seen so far, was one of joy and laughter among all the young models, and a sense of professionalism from those members of staff he had so far met.

“Ivan, there were an awful lot of girls on the website you showed me, how many models do you actually have?”

“Girls living here in Kiev, close to the Studio, about fifty in round numbers; but on our site alone spread out across the country several hundred, and across the Studio network as a whole well over a thousand and rising all the time. If you think those numbers are large, then think about the open auditions we hold every year, and the thousands of girls who don't make the cut to join our network.”

There was a lull in the conversation as the two men ate their lunch, during which Paul could hear the sound of English being spoken, looking about he saw four girls around an adjacent table, obviously struggling to converse in a foreign tongue, reverting to their own language when they couldn't come up with the right words. It was then he saw the sign on the table that it was reserved for English only. Though both his wife and daughter were fluent, he'd only picked up a smattering of the language from Mary as he'd had no reason to learn it, but it brought to mind a new question.

Ivan told him about their old videos, and how they had moved on to make videos with a dialogue that the majority of their members would be able to understand, and how that was the driver encouraging their models to learn. He then heard about how the Studio had sponsored the cost of providing two local schools with an English teacher, Svetlana, who was shared between them, enabling both their models who attended those schools, plus some of the other pupils to enjoy an enhanced curriculum.

An earlier conversation came to mind, and Paul named the school Anna attended, then Ivan went on to name the other school also favoured by models living in the city, Paul now recognising that they represented the two most academically prestigious schools available.

“Perhaps at the start of the Autumn term young Mikayla might wish to move on to attend the same school as Anna and Marta, it would be just a short ride on the Metro, though I'm sure she would have no difficulty enrolling despite the limited number of places available. If you were concerned about her travelling to school alone, I could always check with the headmistress about her needs for any new staff. I believe Mary said you taught geography and history, as well as a little football coaching.”

Even if Paul hadn't long since made his decision, the two carrots Ivan had dangled in front of him were looking more akin to sparkling treasures from a dream wish list.

“Ivan I don't need any more convincing, it seems you really do look after your own, that said, if it were possible for Micky to attend that school we would be very grateful, and if I could transfer there too it would be a big boost to my career just being associated with such a well respected institution.”

“I'm glad we've come to a meeting of minds, Micky is a charming girl, and I'm sure she will prove a hit with our members. You'll find very soon your family situation will change and we have a financial councillor to help you cope with those changes, also meeting with other parents will prepare you for the road ahead. It is fortunate you already have links with Anna's family, as they have coped very well with their change in circumstances.”

Paul almost missed his transfer on the Metro journey home, his head spinning from the unexpected outcome of today's visit. The operation had been totally genuine, and Ivan had promised to do his best with regard to getting him a dream teaching post, but for the time being to avoid making any indication at his current school until he'd arranged for Paul to meet the school head for an interview. The remaining news was that Micky's photos would be condensed into a usable set, and would soon be posted on their website.

Changing platforms to get the train headed in the right direction, Paul noticed the flash of colour from the edge of his vision, making a diversion, picking up a lavish bunch of flowers from the florist in the station; to hang with the expense for the eleven* exotic blooms. Despite the difference of opinion between them last night, Mary had rode him hard, and put him away wet as the saying went, for regardless of any quarrel they had Mary was an enthusiastic lover, and he needed to make amends.

He was hardly aware of the walk from his local station to his front door with so many possibilities going through his mind, smiling at the thought of telling Micky horse riding might become a regular outing, rather than just a birthday treat. The other thing mainly on his mind was the possibility he and Mary could consider having another child, for her new home based career wouldn't be adversely affected if she were to become pregnant.

The way her bookings were going her current earnings would far exceed what she had made during her busiest times working at the hotel, and if he did get a transfer the pay was guaranteed to be higher, even without any rise in seniority. Those two factors alone would make a considerable change to their lives, making the thought of a move to a nicer area, and a bigger apartment a reality. Even if Micky's earnings were a fraction of what Ivan had suggested they might be, it meant they could fund further education for Micky, and maybe a new brother or sister. He himself would never have been able to go on to teacher training collage had it not at that time been sponsored by the State, but his kids would have a free choice.

It was a good job Anna had been waiting in line for her turn at the jumps when her phone had gone off, for it was switched to silent, but the vibrations from the tight front pocket of her jodhpurs had sent tingles straight to her pussy. She indicated to the others behind to leap the queue, so she could answer her call. It was Ivan telling her about his visitor, and the fact that Micky's dad had at first seemed reluctant about his daughter being signed-up for their Studio, but was now fully on board, and how she and Marta could expect another finders fee plus a small percentage with regard to Micky's initial sales figures.

Before rejoining the lesson Anna gave thought to the tingles the phone had produced and wondered if the vibrators she'd seen in pictures on the net, and in stories made such nice feelings, as she had previously thought of the cock shaped plastic items as some sort of joke, but now she wasn't so certain. Perhaps when she got home she would have a new subject to research, and it might make a nice surprise for Eve if those thingies were any good, that is if she could work out how to actually buy one.

Marta's Saturday unusually for her had started late, for one, because she hadn't got off to sleep until late, and secondly that she knew Karl had a busy weekend helping fix some glitches with a system upgrade that hadn't gone as planned. Looking at the time she knew that Anna would've left, as she was spending most of the day at the stables, so Eve would have left by now so she could have her own bathroom back. The first item of the day after taking a much needed leak, was to take her pill, and place a tick in the little diary kept in the bathroom for just that purpose.

When she had wiped, Marta was aware of how sticky she was from the long masturbation session of the previous night, and decided on a shower rather than a bath. When she had finished all her morning rituals Marta went to find out if her mum had been successful in persuading her dad to spend a weekend away, and if so, had he agreed to the weekend that met with her plans.

The moment Marta appeared in the kitchen Ella could sense the nervous anticipation, and put the girl out of her misery, stating how keen her father was to experience the fruits of their current lifestyle, and it was set to meet her schedule if the hotel had a vacancy. Marta rushed off to her room coming back with a spare print out having the details of her mum's preferred venue, pointing out the phone number, even offering to make the call.

Ella phoned, expecting if they heard Marta's voice they might think it was a prank call, and found they did have a deluxe room available for the Friday and Saturday, and they would be happy to reserve it for her till she could confirm the booking on Monday or Tuesday, by which time her husband would be sure those dates didn't clash with work commitments.

Marta was filled with a rush of excitement, she loved it when a plan came together, but it was tempered with a slight edge of nervousness at the thought that this was her last step, bridging the gap between innocence to becoming a sexually active woman in every sense of the phrase. It was different for girls, sure it was fun, everything they had done so far, even when she'd tried anal, but she didn't think that would be something that would occur with any great frequency in the future. The thought that dominated her mind was the fact that she was of an age where she could so easily become pregnant without due care.

Someone describing a cooked breakfast had said that the hen was involved, but the pig was totally committed, and this could explain the way some boys acted when it came to sex. Boys could just do it and run off, but having one careless moment a girl could find herself with a growing commitment. In their previous school several older girls had been caught out, whether that was by accident or intent she didn't know, because they were in higher grades, and she had little in common with most of the other pupils at that time.

Ella knew her daughter's moods well enough to see that brief moment of introspection pass across her features, but didn't think it had anything to do with her current plan. Marta must have thought long and hard before making the decision, Ella mused her eldest planned her life as if playing chess, weighing each option with precision before making a move. Anna was more likely to be impulsive, though fortunately that wasn't to the point of being reckless.

Finishing her breakfast Marta said she would go round to the bungalow and spend some time there, maybe have a game with Gramps, then bring the boys back via the park so they could let off some steam, then be back in time for lunch. Ella realised she had a few hours free, everyone was out, and it would be an ideal time to go into town to do a little shopping of her own, not wishing to waste any time she called up a cab.

No matter how often she looked in shop windows, it still took an effort of will to think that it was okay to spend the money, even to splash out and buy something nice for herself. For years having to stretch Igor's wage from one week to the next, and now they not only had one bank account but several, each for a different purpose. She was now able to walk into these higher class stores with more confidence, being well dressed helped knowing that she looked the part.

She could she the anxious proprietress hovering in the background trying to decide when to offer some assistance. Ella looked at all the frilly and lacy garments, mostly from sheer fabrics that left little to the imagination, but if they were going away on a special weekend she wanted to feel sexy, and she wanted to make an effort for Igor. Prices for the lingerie were more scandalous than the risqué designs, Ella thinking the workshop at the Studio could easily make better garments. Thinking along those lines, she needed to book herself an appointment at the Studio salon on the Thursday before the trip, as they would leave early on Friday and return late on Sunday.

Having spent an outrageous sum on the lingerie, Ella also discovered they had men's silky boxer shorts, so splashed out on some of those too. Going the whole hog the next item on her list was some perfume. Thinking about her journey home Ella thought how convenient it would be if she had one of those mobile phones, to just call up a ride, but there was a cab rank further along the street.

Recognising one of their regular drivers part way along row of cars, she waved to him, the cab at the front was pissed off that she chose a cab from further back as there was some tooting of horns. Her cab drew up beside the lead cab, and her driver spoke to the other annoyed cabbie lying that Ella wasn't a fare, but his sister in law. The two of them laughed about this as they drove off, asking where she wanted to go today, the Studio or home.

Micky had once again been teaching Ivanna in her room, and though she had desperately wanted to tell the other girl that she knew about the Studio, she had been given strict orders from her mum that any talk about it was off limits, as her dad was still in a mood that they went off for an audition without telling him. Her mum had said there was a small possibility he might veto the deal, so it was a matter of keeping quite until he had come to a decision one way or the other.

At two o'clock they took a break, all sitting round the kitchen table her mum and Catherine were having coffee, but she and Ivanna were having milk with their cookies, as they went over table etiquette in English. They all turned when they saw her dad come in holding a big bunch of flowers, and soon her parents were hugging and being all kissy faced, with her dad saying sorry, and that she had done the right thing.

“Daddy stop it you're embarrassing. Does this mean, you know that it's okay?”

The cat was out of the bag, and soon the two youngest girls were skipping around the kitchen, Micky pleased she could now revel in being part of a special sort of club, and they could all be models together. They sat back at the table, Micky climbing onto her dad's lap while her mum was busy arranging the nice flowers into a vase that had been in the back of a cupboard. Their visitors were not shy in talking about their own experiences with the Studio being models, speaking about the recent video they had just done, but that Ivanna hadn't had much of a speaking part, which really made these lessons so important.

Micky spoke of seeing Anna's video, and how funny it had been, though she had used a different name, and Ivanna asked Micky if she had chosen her professional name yet.

“I didn't think of that, we just got shown round, and I did some pictures for the audition, but we didn't talk about names.”

Ivanna perked up, “You have to chose a good name, it's getting harder to find names now with so many models, but it's okay if you have the same name as a much older model, but not one another girl of about the same age that you are.”

Catherine now joined in, “Think of more than one name then you can check with the Studio which name is okay to use.”

They sat talking right through to what would have been the end of their lesson, and Mary didn't think it fair to charge for the second hour but Catherine insisted anyway. Catherine having been a model with the Studio since just after they'd started up had a whole host of interesting stories, while her sister had only been with this site for under a year, but had been posing for another site in the network before that, in which models only ever showed an 'accidental' flash now and then.

Micky lapped up every detail keen to become one of the crowd, then they started to work on a name she could use on the website. After much debate they got down to a choice of three, so Paul phoned through to the Studio asking if he could speak with Ivan. This time the greeting was friendly from both sides, Paul having got past any suspicion or animosity that he had held prior to their meeting earlier that day.

By the end of their talk, he also had news of a job interview, and his daughter now had a professional name, and one of the staff would write up her make-believe biography. So it came to pass that another new model had been discovered, auditioned, signed up and at last named; a new girl called – Kira.

*It is considered unlucky in the Ukraine to have an even number of blooms in a bunch of flowers, hence the choice of eleven.

Paul's fear's have been allayed, and he has the possibility of career advancement himself!

Chapter 68

Paul was shocked that this man Ivan could deliver on a promise that quickly, and on a weekend, he must have the home number of the headmistress in order to make those arrangements. He had taken down the school phone number, and been told to call them in the week to organise a date for his interview. With his daughter, wife, and her two pupils listening in with the expectation it was just about a site name for Micky, it now turned out his whole audience were also aware of the potential job offer.

“Does this mean you'll be our teacher after the summer holidays?” Catherine asked.

“I really don't know, but Ivan has got me an appointment to see your headmistress, and we only spoke of it a little earlier today.”

“Will Micky come to our school too? She can be in my class and we can sit together.”

“Ivanna, that is another thing I don't know, but Ivan said there was a strong possibility that it could happen, despite the difficulties of getting a place because of your school's reputation.”

“The Studio has a LOT of friends in this city, we did something in social studies at school where the teacher talked about the 'Trickle down effect', where a rich person or company benefits those in the surrounding area through trade.”

“You're right Catherine, my own lessons touch on commerce, and mostly I teach my older students about those sort of linked effects, I'd better brush up on what sort of curriculum your school runs in my own subjects.”

At that point the next two pupils arrived, who'd agreed to share the three to four o'clock slot, the kitchen now got decidedly crowded. Micky was congratulated on her news, and soon mobile phones were out as the girls called friends to get a complete list of all the text books the school used for their geography and history classes. Soon all the pandemonium gave way to a calmer atmosphere as that task was accomplished, with Catherine and her sister Ivanna leaving, so Mary could begin her next lesson.

Anna's afternoon was interrupted with more tingles from her mobile, as the news spread through the model community, both about the new local girl she'd discovered being signed on, and that her father was a teacher who could be joining one of the schools which some of the models attended. Fortunately a group lesson on jumps, meant that there was plenty of waiting about watching the others take their turn, with lots of repeated instruction from their coach, so it hadn't gone off while Anna was actually lining up for her turn.

Apart from a love of horses Anna realised early on she had little in common with the other girls taking the same course of jump lessons, and she was late getting back to the locker room to get changed. Normally she would've spent time grooming Silver rather than just taking him back to his stall, but she really wanted to hurry home, and had arranged that the head stable girl who normally looked after him, would do his grooming that afternoon.

One of the older girls in the changing room made some catty remark that Anna must have been delayed doing mucking out to pay for her class. Anna remained calm, smiling as she told the snobbish girl that actually she rode her own mount, Silver, and that she had been discussing his care with the head groom, as it was just her sister who didn't own a horse, that was only because she didn't ride that often, so that would be unfair to the horse.

This shut the girls up as none of them owned their own horse, and as it was something so easy to check, they knew Anna wasn't making an empty boast. Then as Anna began to get changed, they saw she had all the top gear in terms of protection, even a back brace, and in addition she had her own personal locker with her name on it to stow all her kit. Normally Anna wouldn't react to any stupid taunts, but she disliked the attitude of these girls, equating them to the nasty unfeeling man who had previously owned Silver. Having called for a cab right after the lesson, it was waiting for her by the time she was changed and ready to leave.

Irisha had been at a loose end, all her school work was up to date, so she was just loafing about the apartment listening to the radio as Taras and some of his gang were out helping Yaroslaw with garden tidying jobs to prepare for spring planting. He was a great boyfriend and she felt lucky to have him, he was one of the few people knowing her deepest secret. She felt their love life was a bit one sided with him going down on her every chance they got, and she only gave him hand jobs in return, but he understood her hang-up.

She had said she would cut him off if he didn't keep up with his reading and writing, but they both knew she didn't mean it, besides he had put in a lot of effort, and encouraged all the other lads with their studies too. Her mum's work at the Studio covered some odd hours, but she normally knew well in advance her shift pattern, meaning she and Taras had plenty of opportunity to spend time together, besides it looked as if her mum now had a boyfriend of her own. Irisha felt guilty benefiting from the talented tongue of Taras, but giving back so little, therefore she was seriously thinking it was time to go all the way.

She jumped at the sound of her newly acquired mobile phone, she had yet to finish entering the numbers of all her friends. It was Marta asking if she wanted to hit the shops, buy some clothes, even some naughty undies, so it wasn't a difficult decision, besides she could share her recent thoughts regarding her relationship with Taras. The two teens went from shop to shop, only checking out those that had the quality clothing they could now afford, till at last they stopped at a small coffee shop to indulge in a latte and cake each. This was the ideal time for Irisha to whisper about her intentions, not expecting the giggle that escaped from her friend, who then apologised, and explained the humour that they had both made such an important decision at the same time.

Irisha hadn't even considered having Taras stay overnight, thinking they would have plenty of time during one of her mum's shifts, and marvelled at the lengths Marta had gone to in order to fulfill her own desires for this momentous event. Their talk continued on until they started to get looks from one of the staff for hogging the table, so they ordered more coffee, though it wasn't as if the café was even that busy. They each promised to keep the other's secret Marta not wanting Anna to think she was the last to hear this piece of news, even so it was not in the bag until her father confirmed he could be away on those dates.

On Monday Paul had a free period just prior to lunch time, so told the school secretary he needed to pop out to the nearby shops. This was true, and among the shops was a post office where there were two public phone booths, that were not subject to the vandalism suffered by those out on the streets. He had the coins ready, dialling the number of the most prestigious school in the capital, on speaking to their secretary he was transferred to the headmistress as his call had been expected.

A very affable exchange followed, with talk of his qualifications, and about his length of tenure at his current post, and about how advancement would be a long way off unless he were to consider moving. By the end of their chat he had an appointment to meet after school on Thursday, as that was a busy day for extracurricular events, so the head often stayed late, and it would be a convenient opportunity to meet on the school premises. Walking back he had a spring in his step, as the signs were hopeful, so if he resigned just as the long summer break was about to begin it meant his current school had plenty of notice to source his replacement in time for the autumn term.

It was also on Monday during the lunch hour in a far corner of the playing field that Anna was talking with Uliana the bright ten year old who had skipped a grade, she was telling Anna about her third photo-set that had taken place on Friday after school. They had been waylaid by Ivan prior to the shoot with news she had definitely exceeded her probationary targets, and would be signed on to remain a model with the Studio.

This initially shy and reserved girl who had felt alone and isolated by her intellect was now blossoming among that diverse group she had tagged the sisterhood. Now having passed a critical milestone, her career was set, and she and her mother could make plans for the future, one of which involved her mum considering a new job, as her current one which she hated was tied up with their accommodation. Up until now they'd needed to be very circumspect about their change in circumstances, her mum had brought little in the way of new clothing, though Uliana had several new outfits for school that had not been seen by the neighbours hidden under her coat.

They needed to think about a new place to live, and a new job for her mum, both at the same time. Anna had a light-bulb moment, for Uliana had described what her mum did, it was just the oppressive place she worked that made the job so disagreeable, but Anna had heard of a similar sort of job that was soon to become available. The elderly lady who worked on stock control and billing for Eve's dad at his decorators merchants, was thinking of retirement, and though he had interviewed several people, he hadn't found anyone with the depth of experience to take over the post. Both girls thought Valechka's current job with the railway gave her just the skills that were required.

In Yuri's office, Igor had called round for one of their frequent lunchtime chats over a coffee and a sandwich. Igor spoke of the weekend after next, that his wife had arranged for them to spend time away, and warning Yuri he might end up with one or two house guests for a night or two, but he would return the favour if he and Magda wanted to escape for a long weekend. Yuri's phone rang, it was Eve calling from school with some news that he should interview the mum of one of her friends, this lady would be ideal for the stock control job he had been trying to fill. From the way that Eve stressed the word 'friends' Yuri guessed she meant the mother of one of the other girls at the Studio.

That evening Marta got the answer she had been waiting for, her dad could take off the Friday to enable her parents to take the mini break, she felt both excited and nervous at the prospect that her plan was working, but suspected the feeling in her tummy was more due to the approaching time of the month, and would sleep with a pad the following night. Marta appreciated the certainty that the pill provided, for she knew the majority of girls at school, that being those who weren't associated with the Studio, had to put up with the vagaries of mother nature, and the cruel taunts when the inevitable accident occurred.

It was so unfair the way a girl's body worked during this time when she was growing up, in that with most girls periods would come and go at will, never knowing when it would show up until your body settled into it's own rhythm. At least with a little pharmaceutical help those problems could be avoided, and in her case, in less than two weeks time it would ensure she was safe from another sort of accident, one that would be classed as more than some temporary embarrassing moment.

Tuesday afternoon Marta was only feeling a little discomfort from her imminent monthly visitor, but that was soon forgotten as Karl was standing outside the school gates to greet her, with plans to catch the matinee showing of the latest romantic comedy. It was that sort of nice gesture she loved about him, she also noted the envious glances of some girls who saw him holding her hand. Despite denying it, she knew that Karl had also enjoyed the film, and when they got back to her house he enquired if she needed a massage.

Regardless of the fact her new prescription had dissipated her previous cramp issues, and helped generally her feeling of well-being, she would not turn down the offer of having his hands gliding over her body. Anna was a good sister, entertaining the boys so they could stretch out on the sofa in the study and make out without disturbance. His reward for now at least was a little kissing and groping followed by supper with the family, because Karl was blissfully unaware of her plans for the weekend after next.

On Thursday Marta and Irisha had another thing in common, as Irisha had been to the studio the previous evening for an appointment with Galina. Although she was just shy of her fourteenth birthday, Irisha's pubic hair was still relatively sparse, and it had not been considered that she should think of depilating for her picture-sets as yet. On the other hand she felt it would look neater if it were better defined, so Galina had tidied up the thin triangle by removing some stray hairs, while still retaining a natural appearance.

Though Taras was also unaware of the surprise that awaited him that weekend, the two girls could think of little else, with Marta demanding she get a full report after the event, as less than a week later she was going to take that same step herself.

Anna and Eve mostly confined their fun and games to the sleepovers of a Friday night, but some Tuesdays after school they spent time licking one another into oblivion if Ella had taken the boys out, or if they were up the road, which meant Ella could go out unhindered by having them tag along. The two eleven year old girls now considered themselves quite accomplished in the art of kissing, and at pleasing each other with their other oral skills.

In the week and a half which had passed since Eve's adventure with Romko, he had called several times like some love sick puppy, or as Eve thought, it was more like lust.

Although her aunt and uncle were relatively well off they did not have the sort of cash to provide their eldest son with a mobile phone, because neither of them owned one, so she imagined she would have been bombarded with text messages if Romko did have one. They giggled about the older boy, speculating that he was playing with himself every day thinking of Eve, wishing that it was her pulling on his cock. Eve said there was talk maybe of her relatives coming over to visit on Sunday, so Anna might get to meet Romko, even have him come round to visit with her best friend while the others were all busy yacking.

Anna thought this was an incredible idea, especially if they had the house to themselves at the time, so made plans to change her stables trip to go riding a day earlier. After they'd spent some time speculating what might occur on Sunday the talk turned to their young friend Uliana and her mum, Valechka. She had taken an afternoon off as holiday claiming it was a doctor's appointment for her daughter, though it had been for the job interview. Most of the time had been spent with the lady who wanted to retire, rather than with Yuri, but the outcome was she had been offered the job, and everyone was happy.

The next issue was where the two of them would live, it would have been nice if they could find a small house or apartment nearer to one of their friends from the Studio, as at least then Uliana would have someone nearby that she knew. With that thought the girls both started making calls to see if anyone could help find somewhere convenient that was available. At school the following day Sofia of broken arm fame mentioned that there were two units in the building opposite where she lived, that each had two bedrooms, one on the second floor, and one on the seventh that was the top floor, and she had 'ordinary' friends who lived there, so she knew they were very nice, and the building and lifts were in good order. It stood to reason, as all the models could afford to live in nice areas.

On the walk home from the station that Friday Marta told Anna and Eve about how their parents were taking off for a long weekend the following week, and how she needed their sleepover that week to be at Eve's house, and how the boys would be at the cottage with Nana Olga and Gramps. She said they weren't telling the boys till next Friday otherwise they would be hyper all week with anticipation, and they wouldn't get a moments peace.

Anna gasped, her eyes wide.

“You're staying at the house! You're going to do it aren't you? You and Karl together.”

“Well we couldn't 'do it' if we weren't together could we?”

Eve joined in. “Are you and Karl really going to... you know?”

“Short of an earthquake, or civil war breaking out it's all planned, so far mum and you two are the only ones that know, and I want it to stay that way.”

“What about Karl?” Anna asked.

“It's a need to know basis, and so far he doesn't need to know, I don't want him fretting about it, worry can cause boys problems.” At the blank looks Marta held out her middle finger then started to curl it downwards.

“I read about it on some problem page, how sometimes being anxious to 'perform' makes it go down, then they worry about that, which only makes the situation worse, or on the other hand they get too excited, and it's all over in seconds.”

The interesting debate carried on till they reached the junction that lead to Eve's house, as she was going to drop off her school stuff in exchange for what she wanted to bring for the sleepover. Marta also pointed out that she would want to use her own bathroom today rather than the boys one, because that would be inconvenient at the moment.

At Eve's house Victor wanted some help with the English book he was reading, so Anna played teacher while Eve went upstairs to gather what she wanted for the stopover. Also while she had his ear she planted the idea it might be fun to invite Greg and Peter over on Sunday, so along with Kiel his cousin the four of them could play football in the garden, as Anna now had her own agenda. Job done Anna explained those parts he was having trouble with, praising his progress in that he was nearly catching up with her brothers.

She was inclined to agree with her sister that learning additional languages was easier the younger you started, Marta had discovered that in UK schools they didn't start any classes for European languages till the pupils were eleven or twelve. She asked what ones they taught below that age, only to find they learned none at all. This seemed stupid as all her friends at least spoke Russian, most could get by talking with people from one or more of their seven neighbouring countries as she knew girls who spoke Romanian, Hungarian and Polish as if they were natives.

One of the things they had discovered about the street kids, back from when Marta had first come up with the MMC, “Marta's Magic Crew” was that these lads used a wide range of languages when hustling on the streets, this was why it had been a shock to discover they were for the most part illiterate and uneducated. Thanks to Irisha's intervention this was another problem that was being resolved.

They walked round to Anna's house where Marta was keen to hear how the TTMF was progressing from a models perspective, because it had been running now for just over five months. Both Anna and Eve had a shift or two most weeks, either before or after school, and now with more girls taking part all the time, nobody had to sit at a keyboard for three whole hours at a stretch. It was now less rigid with up to six girls taking part over that time frame which allowed for bathroom breaks, taking time out to eat supper or whatever.

Alina, as Marta's eyes on the ground kept track of the TTMF, and the members own talking shop to watch out for trends, or any useful comments which could lead to new photo or video opportunities. Between them they had been working up a list of new themes for the coming crazy summer season, with the costume department in full swing so there would be no lack outfits ready for the rush of girls from the provinces.

One of Alina's ideas had been to monitor the growth rate of the models, with so many girls it had turned into quite a database, which had been combined with her earlier work listing the various skills or hobbies that could prove useful. Now they were aware when girls had suddenly blossomed outwards, or shot up in height, and they kept the costume department informed so outfits could be matched to the right girls if substitutions were needed.

Alina had previously been in sales, but now working on development, she watched many aspects of the Studio, and it was abundantly clear that turnover was on a steadily rising curve, with new members joining on a hourly basis. She went on to say that almost every model at the Studio was now seeing an increase of income on residuals, sales from their older sets which were being discovered by the newer members that were looking over the vast back catalogue of picture sets.

The two younger girls listened to Marta's current deductions gleaned from all the data that she and Alina had been sifting. It appeared as if a rising hump in sales occurred during a girl's career as she transitioned from a hairless state of being at the cusp of adolescence, and on through the early stages of that pubescent growth phase, giving a meaningful look at the two girls in front of her.

Talking together it was plain that both girls were at that stage in their development when they should see their careers blossom alongside their own personal growth, and it was the time they should think about increasing the rate at which they squirrelled away banked sets for future release.

“Just think Eve when we're older and have great big breasts, and pubic hair down to our knees, our future fans will still be buying new picture sets of how we look now, and how we will look over the next couple of years.”

“It's kind of a weird thought about the pictures, but I don't want great big breasts, I'll be happy to settle for medium one's like my mum, and I definitely don't want hair down to my knees thank you very much, not that I've ever seen any pictures quite that bad.”

“From what I've seen from the olden days like in the seventies, nudists and stuff, they all had really wild pubic hair, but you can see in more recent pictures of grown-ups that lots of people at least trim, and quite a lot must shave or wax like Marta does.”

Eve got up the courage to ask the older girl how it felt.

“Damn painful, well it was worse the first time, but it's not as bad now it's under control and I'm more used to it, but I like feeling smooth again, like before puberty came along, and it makes me feel fresher, less messy, especially like during my period. It's nice the way my panties fit, without a big bulge of wiry hair, so it will be better in the summer with a bikini too, but best of all is the fact that Karl likes it!”

The two younger girls burst out laughing as Marta finished her comments by making lapping movements with her tongue.

Those readers who like a stoke story, either left in disgust after chapter one, or have long since turned blue and died from holding their breath. The rest of you who believe fictional characters work better in stories that have a plot gave me a reason to continue mixing ink, besides I'm keen to find out where this leads too!

Chapter 69

Marta wanted to get on with some revision work for school, so Anna and Eve thought about what they could do until supper was ready, obviously not the time to play at what they really wanted to be doing. As she was now switching her stables visit to just spend tomorrow afternoon riding Silver, she thought their new young recruit might like to join in the horse riding, and maybe she would have questions about her new career that Anna could help with.

Mary answered the phone, her last pupil for the day having left shortly before, and she had just started on the evening meal. Anna offered her congratulations on Micky joining the Studio, and then asked if it was okay for Micky to join her to go riding the following afternoon.

“It's okay by me, but you better speak to her yourself, though I wouldn't hold the phone too close to your ear when she answers.” Mary joked in reply. “It's Anna for you.”

“Hi Anna, have you heard all the news, about me and about daddy?” Without leaving room for reply, Micky went on to say her dad had been offered the job at Anna's school, and he had accepted, and handed in his notice at his current school. The other great thing was that she had also been accepted sight unseen to attend the school herself in the autumn. When Anna did mange to get a word in edgeways, Micky did squeal with delight at the invitation to go riding the next day, then she checked with her mum if she would be okay teaching both Catherine and Ivanna by herself.

After the call Micky said she was unsure if she had enough money in her piggy-bank, but Mary had an idea of the cost from what Max had told her about the pony trekking prices. The cash from the sign-on fee was still largely untouched, so Mary said she would give Micky an envelope with enough cash to cover the outing, besides they had already been informed Micky's first set was on the site and doing well. On Tuesday or Wednesday they had been told to expect notification of a Studio fee, and a download fee which would both be transferred to their new account opened especially for Micky's modelling payments.

As the boys were at the table, it restricted certain topics of conversation, so Anna talked about riding the next afternoon with Micky the cab driver's granddaughter, and passing on the news of her changing school next term, due to her dad becoming a teacher at their school. Eve talked about her cousins visiting on Sunday, and left it at that, and each of the others made their contributions to the evening's mealtime chatter.

Later up in Anna's room they talked about the earlier subject of how their current state of development marked the beginning of the most lucrative stage of their careers. Eve said they should maybe make a record with Anna's camera, taking pictures of their pussys each week so they could see the changes like a time lapse film, but Anna wasn't so sure if she wanted that kind of image stored on her camera in case she lost it.

“No Anna it could be fun, we could each take a close up photo once a week, then put it on your secure Studio laptop right away, then delete them off the camera. We won't take full length shots with our face or anything, just our pussys, so no one could ever identify us.”

They spent some time working out how to take consistent pictures so they could scroll them on the image viewer on the laptop to look like a time lapse film. Rather than sit straight in one of Anna's chairs at her desk, it was necessary to scoot forwards with their legs well spread to get the view they wanted. When they got the result they were after, they wrote down the camera distance, and all the settings, so they could repeat the same shot each time. They giggled at the zoomed in pictures that showed from crinkled anus, up past the bright pink vulva of each girl, and the soft mound above sporting the finest downy body hair captured in the strong lighting, and their minuscule dressing of nascent pubic hairs that even magnified on screen didn't amount to very much.

Having worked it out they practised for several shots each to run a sequence on the computer, then deleted from the memory all the surplus images leaving just two that they called x1 and y1, next week they would add x2 and y2. Talking it through Anna said it was very scientific like her sister would do something, not all arty or creative like John or one of the other Studio photographers.

“Anna can you imagine this as a school science experiment and writing it up, - object, equipment, method, results, and conclusions.”

“I think our biology teacher would have a heart attack, I've seen the way he looks at some of the girls, but he's so old, the strain would be too much for him.”

The conversation deteriorated from there as they talked of the hotness or otherwise of various teachers at their school both male and female, then on to imagined pairings of the said teachers, both dream couples, and gruesome ones. Anna checked with Marta about them having the use of the bathroom for an hour, and was told to 'go for it' providing she could get in there prior to her bedtime, as her night-time pads were in there.

As on previous occasions they enjoyed their bath-time frolics sliding about in the big tub together like a couple of slippery eels, bringing one another off, and trying not to flood the place. After drying and clearing up the room, they slipped on their nighties, forgoing any underwear for ease of access, not that the nighties would stay on once they finally went to bed. An hour later their fresh minty breath had been replaced by an entirely different tang that emanated from a different type of tube altogether.

The next morning it took showers, flossing, toothpaste, and a hair brush for both girls to remove that 'fresh fucked' look, or at least the lesbian equivalent. As Eve pointed out it would be mortifying to give her dad a good morning kiss with pussy breath. This was the cause of howls of laughter as they made their way down to breakfast. Eve had to bite her lip as Anna kissed her dad's cheek as she went to sit at the table.

Igor was pleased to see his youngest daughter and her friend were in such good spirits, as Anna said they were thinking over the lines of a 'play' they'd been writing the night before. Of course he knew that was their subtle way of talking about the video scripts when the boys were about. The normal talk around the table that morning was about the plans they all had for the day ahead, at the start of another busy weekend.

Karl had said he would see Marta at nine for a surprise day out, and she was to bring an extra sweatshirt or something as it might be a little cold as they wouldn't be cycling, but she had no idea what he had up his sleeve. Anna had suggested it could be ice skating, as that could be cold, but no one at the table was sure if there was an ice rink in Kiev. Marta thought the traditional country dance moves like square dancing would be of no use, but the gliding moves of a waltz might help, not that she'd skated before, or even if that was the surprise he had in store for her later.

It turned out they went by Metro and tram to reach their first destination, a pier on the busy river, where they boarded an excursion cruise that would take them up and down the river. The day's breeze was more noticeable on the water, but it was interesting listening to the commentary from the guide over the speakers. On the left are the main docks, up on the hillside is the dome of this church, and so on as the made their stately progress along the river passing many of the commercial barges en-route.

As it was a return trip to the same place they'd started, the guide left out some of the sights in order to have places of interest to point out on their return journey. Marta could see some girls might think of it as a boring date, but Karl had chosen well, as the history and architectural heritage was something the two nerds could both enjoy.

The steep wooded slopes on one side of the river with the lower lying land on the other side, and although it was plain how the city of Kiev sprawled out over a vast expanse, it still had many parks and green spaces between the tall building developments and the various industrial areas.

After Eve had left Anna phoned Micky to ask if she wanted to leave a bit earlier and have a picnic lunch before their horse riding, the response being very enthusiastic, Anna was now becoming more aware of her hero status in the eyes of the younger girl. While Anna had matured a lot over the past year, she realised she was as fallible as the next person, though it was an ego boost having Micky look up to her, she felt it was her responsibility to mentor the girl to the best of her ability.

Max, Micky's granddad was now working less fixed hours for the cab company, weekdays after the time school let out, through to six o'clock he ferried Mary's pupils back and forth, and for several hours at the weekend. He now took most mornings off, and worked in the evening for the cab company, but went in if they were busy. Anna got one of her other regular drivers, who'd been to the riding school before, she had put together an ad-hock lunch, and went via a grocery store to pick up more provisions on the way to collect Micky.

When Anna arrived she was invited in by an excited Micky, seeing two girls who attended the other school that Anna didn't know that well were having a lesson, nevertheless they chatted for a while, but Micky was keen to leave. As Mary showed them out she handed Anna an envelope saying it was to cover the riding costs, Anna had meant it to be a treat, but not wanting to hurt Mary's pride, accepted the cash saying she'd return the change.

Micky knew the driver as one of her granddad's friends, but they talked horses all the way there, and about her change of school, as they couldn't discuss their other common topic in the car. Anna paid the fare with a nice tip, saying she was unsure what time they would return, she would phone, joking as to whether they would have another driver who knew where the stables were.

They climbed up a nearby rise, sitting on a slope that caught the sun, sheltered from the wind by a stand of trees, a perfect place for lunch, where they could talk without being overheard. For the first time Anna heard of Micky's Studio visit first hand, rather than her mum's viewpoint. Hearing Micky it was like she had visited fairyland, and gave her opinion of the people she met, like the man who had all Anna's pictures on his wall, and all about John being silly with his threats to put moles and warts on her pictures.

Micky had obviously been overwhelmed by the costumes, then went on to tell Anna about doing some of her gymnastics moves that John really liked, and that her mum had been out and got her a super fancy new leotard for gym classes.

“John was good fun, he said he takes all your pictures, he made me laugh. When I was getting changed he said I had to sit on the tie up panties to stop them running off.”

Anna had now witnessed first hand a few times the reaction of those new girls to their first experience of modelling, but Micky was the youngest, full of awe and wonder, though seemingly unfazed by what had happened, ready and willing for a repeat performance, if only to try out some costume complete with fancy shoes. Anna knew of late her own sales kept her in the top five, dipping down then bouncing back, and with the summer intake of new girls, she might fade for a while, till the new wore off, then she'd surge back using one or two of the better ideas that she and her sister held back for her own photo-sets and videos.

There was still much about the Studio, and the modelling business in general that Micky had yet to learn, but she was eager, and had lots of relevant questions, inherently aware that there was a sexual element, even if her hormones hadn't kicked in yet, and sex was still an academic concept, something that older kids and grown ups obsessed over.

Micky confided that her mum had told her about her 'special button' even though she had found it herself some time ago, which led to a discourse from Anna on the art and joys of self pleasure known as masturbation or Jilling-off. Getting back to the subject of modelling Anna said how Micky needed to maintain her 'innocent girl' being naughty image for a while yet, not wanting to come across as too precocious, then to gradually over the next few years show a more knowing aspect to her expressions and poses. If she gave John enough variety of styles, he would distil the essence of a shoot to weed out those shots that didn't work with a girl of her age, and to listen carefully to his advice.

Anna tried to down play her own status at the Studio, and among the other models, she hoped Micky now saw her in a less mythical light. They packed away the remnants of their lunch into the small cool box, and walked down to the buildings of the riding school yard. In the reception Anna joked with the girl on the desk that she needed an old nag for her friend to ride, bearing in mind this would only be her second time on a horse.

While Anna had all her stuff in her locker, Micky was kitted out from the assortment kept just for the purpose of ensuring novice visitors were suitably attired. Anna then helped find a hat in the correct size, as Micky asked about all the items that Anna was wearing.

“The back brace, riding jacket, jodhpurs, boots and so on cost a fair amount, but I'm out almost every weekend, and I have a horse; this is only your second visit, if you're still as keen to go riding in six months time, you could start thinking about buying your own stuff. Even if you do take it up, with the way you'll start growing, you'd be best buying second hand, as there's always children's kit for sale on the notice board. Then as you grow, you sell it on to the next youngster coming along.”

Silver was out in the large paddock, nibbling fresh grass, and just romping about with the other horses, as the manager liked to ensure all the horses spent plenty of time outdoors except in the harsher weather, even so there was an open sided barn to provide shelter. One of the stable girls was with them to help, Anna called out to her horse, the intelligent animal knew his new human often had treats, and she didn't disappoint producing some apple slices. Getting Micky to hold out a slice on her flattened hand, as she giggled quite unaccustomed to the large snuffling creature taking the apple from her so gently.

Silver made no fuss about accepting the bridle, and they lead him from the field over to the stable block to get saddled up, where another of the staff had a pony waiting ready for Micky, with just the stirrups needing adjustment to suit her size, whereas once the cinch was tightened on Silver Anna was good to go, with the entire riding tack being her own. There were some open fields the riding school used, as well as bridle-paths through sloping scrub land, and through some lightly wooded areas.

Anna was a popular horse owner and member who wasn't above helping out when she visited, so they took pains to ensure her young guest got a well mannered pony for her second ever outing. Following a string of other pony's single file along a path had been a thrilling new experience, now in an open pasture Anna taught Micky how to control her mount into going where she wanted it to go. Anna enjoyed now passing on what she had learned, looking on from her elevated position as Silver was a good three hands or more taller than Micky's ride.

They went on to ride some of the bridle paths, the talk alternating between horses and their modelling, with Micky keen to learn about both. When they at last headed back, the subject of modelling was dropped to be replaced by questions of the school she would be joining in the autumn term. At the main stable buildings the girls helped remove the tack, and rub down their two mounts, before they were once again turned loose into the large paddock after a helping of grain and an apple each.

After changing they stood at the fence of the paddock talking as they waited for their ride home. The family had needed to say something to Max, Micky's granddad, simply because he was bound to find out from the other drivers if they didn't say anything. They had gone with the common twist on the truth of modelling clothes for foreign fashion companies, and Anna told the story of the mock-up page of her in a winter coat which they had shown to Nana Olga and Gramps, and how at some point they should get John to do something like that for her to show granddad Max.

Anna had their driver drop Micky off first, but didn't go up, just handing her the envelope, only having taken out cash to cover for the pony, she would pay the cab fares herself. There was some urgent research she wanted to complete now she had visited several web sites, and read up the reviews, though she hadn't yet told Eve about the products she was looking for.

After dealing with the remnants of the picnic Anna gave her mum a whispered update of how Micky and her family were getting on while the boys were upstairs playing. Logging on with her Studio laptop in her room she caught up with the latest threads on the models own chat zone, but saw nothing of immediate interest, so she left that to resume her web browsing. She had found a selection of items that took her fancy, and she could buy them online, the only problem was she had plenty of cash, but no credit card in her own name. Anna thought about how Marta might deal with the problem, then picked up her phone.

It had been obvious when she thought about it, Valya had been her confidant and make up artist right from day one, it was a bit awkward at first spelling out what she wanted, but her friend had been supportive, taken down the details, saying she knew of a shop locally so they wouldn't even need to wait for delivery. Valya would call in after work, see what they had available, and use her own discretion to bring Anna back some playthings.

The evening meal that night was a real family affair as their ranks were swelled by Nana Olga, Gramps, and Karl, making the table noisy with two or three conversations going on at once. The meal was all but finished when the doorbell rang, Ella came back into the kitchen with Valya in tow, carrying a parcel tied with string. The old couple had met Valya before, just knowing her as a lady that worked at the fashion Studio.

“Anna I picked up the stuff you needed for that experiment, do you want me to open it now so you can check it out?”

Anna had got up from the table to greet Valya, and only she caught the wink, and wicked gleam in her eyes as she asked the question. “No – I'm sure it's all there, I'll take it up to my room, where I can sort it out later.”

With Anna known as a joker it wasn't often people got her back, but Valya had her going for a moment, she doubted anyone at the table other than her sister was likely to be privy to the contents of the package. Marta had her own entertainments, and by this time next week if all went to plan neither she nor the boy at her side would be virgins any longer.

Though she desperately wanted to know the contents, she just rushed it upstairs for now, until she could look through it to find what Valya had been able to buy. She had told Valya how much the various items had been via the internet, but said she was willing to pay more, leaving it to Valya's experience concerning these matters. Later after Valya left the evening seemed to drag on no matter how dearly she loved her elderly visitors, but she didn't wish to appear rude, by sloping off to bed early which would be so out of character.

Finally Anna attacked the parcel, each toy under a plastic bubble on a card backing or in a gaudy box with rude illustrations. She laid them out in a row, among the final items were two jumbo packs of batteries in two sizes, a brief catalogue from the shop with details of sex aids on special offer, and an itemised bill from the shopping spree.

The first item was a 'pocket rocket', described as a small discreet vibrator, looking like a long elegant lipstick case, the next up in size was a smooth gold coloured phallus which she thought was about fifteen cm long, and according to the instructions had variable speeds for enhanced pleasure. The third was moulded to look lifelike, in a soft flesh toned rubber, that she would class as well endowed from her web research. One toy looked like it was made from wobbly red jelly* but was penis shaped at both ends, and thirty cm or more in length.

Valya had not held back on Anna's brief, for another toy was like a two finger knuckle duster with a big lump on the top, reading the box, she found it was a sort of vibrator you wore on your fingers while touching your clit – or someone else's. The last two items were a large tube of KY lubricant, and a hand written note.

“I hope you have hours of fun with the enclosed products, don't get carried away, and hurt yourself, use the KY. Wash them thoroughly before and after use, especially if you use them on your rear end, then you will need to disinfect them. Forgive me if I'm jumping to conclusions, but if you are sharing them with a certain young friend and neighbour, you two take care, and lay off using the toys a few days before a shoot, as it wouldn't be a good idea showing up looking like you've been playing hide the sausage. Love Valya.”

Valya knew! Well maybe she didn't know, but her guess was dead on. When they'd talked early on she had spoken of how it was common that girls often tended to have their first experiences together, rather than with boys. Anna had just dismissed it at the time, more curious about the changes ahead in an abstract way, hardly even into masturbation at that time, now she was almost obsessed with that sport, especially with Eve as a partner.

Anna dug out an empty shoe box in which to keep her horde, leaving out the pocket rocket and a few of the smaller batteries. She didn't want to bump into her sister in the bathroom while washing it, so got an antiseptic wipe from her Studio backpack make-up kit to clean it for it's 'maiden' voyage so to speak. Unscrewing the end she loaded in two batteries, with a thought as to if it would vibrate backwards if she put them in wrong.

She clicked it on, then quickly off again, it had been surprising the way it had suddenly come alive in her hand. Turning it back on convinced her it was reasonably quiet, but she decided to use it under the duvet. Settled down comfortably in bed with just her bedside light on, Anna applied the toy where she thought it would do most good, moving the smooth tip in circles around her clit. It was thrilling, the way the buzzing toy sent tremors through her skin exciting her, giving her a warm glow.

Remembering in the note it said about using the lube, but that was now in the box in her closet, and she didn't feel like getting out of bed to fetch it. Instead Anna thought she might have enough of her own natural moisture to help slide the toy over her skin, and moved the tip down between her lips to the source. This felt really good too, so then she experimented with the toy moving it all around between her legs, but staying clear of her bum, as she didn't want to stop and have to wash the thing before concentrating on the good spots.

By the time she had shuddered through several orgasms, the toy was starting to slow down, and at last she switched it off. She couldn't wait to show Eve this little wonder, or to get started trying out the rest of her new toys, but right now she felt languid and satisfied, ready to sleep, looking forwards to whatever adventures awaited her on Sunday. Her last waking thought was if they did bigger packs of batteries!

*UK use of 'Jelly' a semi-transparent fruit flavoured gelatine desert, not to be confused with JAM (a fruit and sugar compote) which our cousins in the USA misname as jelly, to include with peanut butter in a sandwich often referred to using the abbreviation PB & J.

An 'interesting' day ahead for young Anna, and a discreet name check for a few of her biggest fans. (readers from the first time most of this story was published)

Chapter 70

Anna woke with a satisfied smile, last night had been a revelation as to why those women she had seen on the internet were so keen on those fake plastic cocks. Reaching down the whole area of her crotch felt sticky, probably a bit stinky too, somewhat like when Eve came around for sleepovers.

The need to pee had woken her, but she had a naughty idea, instead of the toilet she went straight into the shower, she was about to squat, but changed her mind seeing how it would feel to stand upright to pee. Seeing her brothers ever since they were tall enough to stand at the toilet had made her jealous of this convenient ability available to boys. Perhaps the hose they had was a useful addition, as much of the pee ran down her legs, though pulling back on her skin allowed her to spray the tiled wall.

Looking down at the yucky yellow puddle in the shower, Anna turned on the water, aiming the spray at the wall until it reached a comfortable temperature. She sorted through the array of bottles in the wire rack, deciding to wash her hair this morning, whether she needed to or not, as she was likely to have two visitors later that afternoon, and wanted to look her best. Eve said she might bring Romko around to visit if she could get away.

Her dad had planned to view several buildings throughout the city that could be potential sites as investment opportunities for the model's families, many of which had been found by Karl, but as he was working today, Marta said she wanted to join her dad. Her mum said she intended to spend time round at the bungalow, whether the boys went too would depend on what was happening at Eve's house.

Feeling squeaky clean, Anna used the hair dryer to hasten her routine, then dressed and tidied her room, having to hunt under her duvet to retrieve her pocket rocket, which she thoroughly washed, before replacing the batteries and stashing it with the as yet untested items in her shoe box.

In the kitchen it was just her mum and brothers, Marta and her dad having already left. By the time she had finished breakfast Eve's mum had called about Victor wanting the boys to come over to join his young cousin to play football and how they may as well come over in time for lunch as well. When Anna was asked what she was doing, she said she had stuff she needed to work on, and how Eve might pop over for a while later in the afternoon.

Going back to her room she called Eve on her mobile to see if she would still try and bring Romko over later that day, then she logged on to the TTMF as she was down for taking part in the 'weekend late night western seaboard' session. It was odd to think half way round the world it was still late Saturday night, as their members in that zone gathered round their computers to talk with the girls from the Studio.

There were three other girls taking part, which helped spread the load, when they first started the Forum some of the conversations were slow and stilted as all of them had struggled to keep up with the text scrolling down the screen. She supposed it had been a learning curve on both sides, the members trying not to use slang or strange words, as she and her friends slowly gained confidence in a new language. Now on a weekly basis more girls were taking part, with newcomers mostly watching to learn how best to react to some of the naughtier responses coming from their fans.

Over the past months Anna and the others realised each time slot had it's regulars, though that was blurred a bit as some avid fans tried to follow the appearances of their favourite models, keeping an eye on the posted schedule. To keep it interesting the girls sometimes made a last minute announcement of additions to the rota to add an element of novelty.

Anna recognised several of her own keenest followers among those online today including, G-love, N'bert-14, P'lamore, Gary G, Mr Mustard and, Lone Cowboy to name but a few. They often had complimentary things to say about her work, with suggestions about her future sets, and they showed an interest in hearing her views on any of the subjects that were permitted for discussion on the forum.

Lone Cowboy always asked about Trigger, he seemed to be a keen horseman, as he was able to answer any of her questions about horses, and it was through him she learned about the differences between the common European style of riding and how it differed from the type of saddle, and use of the reins common in the USA. As always Gary G was asking if she had any two girl sets lined up in the near future. She couldn't help think the guy was a pervert, though fairly harmless, and how it would blow his mind if he ever knew about her sleepovers with Eve.

The other girls online were pulling their weight, so the conversation was lively, but didn't get out of hand. When the models spoke in their own private chat zone, the names of several members had been bandied about with the thought they might be female, at first there had been scathing comments, but over the past few weeks Anna had looked out for those names, and checked back through past logs. She was now beginning to think that those rumours had substance, and some rich adult lesbians were Platinum site members.

Her mum knocked, and popped her head in to say she was dropping the boys off on her way over to the bungalow. Anna had been absorbed in the forum, surprised it was almost lunchtime, and from the row of little clocks on her screen, could see it was almost two in the morning for some of the guys they were talking with. Anna bade them all fair-well, teasing those still online with news that another of the models was due round her place, so she needed to change out of her nighty.

It was just a tease though as Anna had got dressed before breakfast, but all the girls liked to put naughty images into the minds of the members they were talking with. She raided the fridge for lunch, and checked to see if any of her mum's cakes or pastries had survived the ravages of her two brothers. It had been a while since her mum had done any baking for the catering company, she didn't need the money, but enjoyed the challenge of a large order now and then, giving most of the payment to Nana Olga, as she would come round to lend a hand.

She had finished tidying when her phone chirped, a text message from Eve that they had finished lunch, and she was bringing Romko round to meet her best friend. From when she had seen his photo he looked okay, although Anna thought his hair was a bit too long, but it wasn't his hair she wanted to see. She rushed upstairs, apologising to Mr Bear as he got unceremoniously dumped into Peter's room, and she cleared away a few other items that might appear a bit childish to the older boy.

Anna went into Marta's room, seeing what she wanted on her sister's dressing table, she used just a couple of dabs of scent Karl had brought as a present, talking about it they were sure his mum must have advised him on what to buy. Back downstairs she opened one of the foreign teenage magazines on the table, wanting to appear sophisticated and worldly in front of her guest.

The boy in question was rather pissed off, not that he dare show it, his cousins house had been a nightmare with two additional kids from one of their neighbours, and now Eve wanted him to go with her to visit a friend who lived down the road, when all he wanted to do was get her alone in her room. Maybe this time he could get to play stinky finger, not that he would phrase it that way, or a least get another hand job.

He had never got that far with a girl before, and he was eager to carry on from where they'd left off, who would have thought snogging would get him so worked up, he didn't want to embarrass himself again. If he couldn't get her alone, he wouldn't get to touch her tits either, they weren't very big, but as one of his older mates often said, more than a handful is just a waste. He was dying to tell his mates how far he'd got, but if it ever got back to Eve or to his parents he would be dead meat for sure.

As they walked along he suggested they go across the road to the park, there were some bushes on the far side where they could make out. She shook her head and gave him a funny look, the trouble with girls is you never knew what they were thinking. He felt he was probably stuck for the afternoon as they talked about boy bands and fashion shit, and the whole day would be a total waste of time.

It wasn't like they saw each other every week, at times it could be a month between visits, but at least now he knew what it was like having a girl pull on his dick, at least giving his own hand a rest. That wasn't strictly true, as he now had some real experience for all his masturbation fantasies. Walking up the front path her friend's house looked pretty nice, Eve had said that her friend was the same age, so he wondered if she had tits too, or was she going to be flat-chested. Wow, this girl Anna answered the door and she was quite a looker, so maybe it wouldn't be too bad spending the afternoon with a double helping of eye candy.

Anna noted the look of surprise on Romko's face, she invited them in, going through to the kitchen to make some drinks as they sat at the big table. She didn't have to make drinks as they all wanted cokes, and she gave Romko a much larger slice of home made cake than either she or Eve would eat. Feeling very mischievous she waited until he was drinking the coke before asking if he had played with any other tits these past two weeks.

He choked, cola spurting out of his nose, eyes watering as he coughed and spluttered, as a grinning Eve went to get him some tissues.

The fizzy drink had stung going up his nose like that, you just didn't expect that from an eleven year old girl you'd just met, asking whose tits he had touched in the last fortnight, his cousin must have told her friend what they had been up to when she had visited his house. That wasn't fair, she could tell her friends, but she had promised dire retribution if he as much as hinted to anyone what had happened. What good was it being a stud if he couldn't boast to his mates. As if reading his mind this Anna quizzed him, wanting to make sure he had kept his mouth shut, saying how bad it could be for any guys who blabbed.

She and Eve hadn't talked in detail about the possibility of getting Romko to themselves, for it hadn't been certain what would happen today. Boys were so easy, she could read his face just like her little brothers, and despite being two years their senior his thinking was very immature. They double teamed him, leaving him in no doubt that word would reach the girls in both his neighbourhood, and his school, if he were to be indiscreet, and how no one would date him for the next hundred years. Anna also gave a sight hint how those same girls might hear news on the grapevine about the guys who could be trusted.

Until his recent encounter with Eve, he would never have guessed girls two years younger than him could know so much stuff, Eve had taught him loads, though he didn't dare ask where she learned about kissing and wanking, or how many cocks she had seen before.

If she didn't want to tell him, he wasn't going to piss her off by making an issue of it, but he suspected her friend was an experienced girl too. If he played his cards right he might even get to snog her friend, but with two of them he felt outnumbered, he had felt that way with just Eve, and that had been on home turf, in his own room!

He watched as Anna chucked the cans, putting the plates in the dishwasher, girls were always doing that, tidying up, but he had no clue how these girls wanted to spend the afternoon, the best he could hope for was they wouldn't make any more jokes at his expense. He did see the magazines she picked up were the same foreign stuff Eve liked, what was the point learning to speak the language of people you were never going to meet, he'd noticed young Victor and his two neighbours were also using a lot of foreign words, so his brother Kiel was asking what they were talking about.

When they started whispering behind cupped hands, he wondered what the hell they could be planning, but they said there could be a board game or something they could play up in Anna's room. Eve's family was better off than his own, not that they were poor, cause his dad had a good job, but his dad's sister had married well, and her friend's house was also impressive, he guessed having even more bedrooms. As soon as they entered the room there was this girl smell about it, and of course his dick started to react, that was all he needed.

The idea had suddenly struck her in the kitchen, Eve had instantly agreed, stating they were dressed ideally for the occasion as they were both in skirts and loose tops. Reaching into her closet, her eyes alighted on the shoebox tucked under the bottom shelf, but that wasn't the box she had in mind, this one had lain undisturbed for some weeks. Now with three people, one of them being a boy, the situation was perfect. Anna unfolded the mat, explained the game, then said Eve and Romko could go first.

Seeing the cover on the box made his dick harder still if that was possible, to get all close and personal, and to have the excuse it was all down to the spin of a pointer, he'd never played Twister before, but he was looking forward to the possibilities it presented.

Anna operated the spinner for them in turns, paying more attention to the choices Romko made in positioning himself in relation to Eve, several goes into the game he'd found a move which put his head close to her thigh where he could stare right up her skirt. Though his jeans were on the baggy side, the way he had stretched to achieve this view had pulled the fabric tight, so she could see the outline of his hard teenage cock.

Romko couldn't believe how good this game was, he only wished he owned one, though getting a girl into his bedroom to play it would be the biggest obstacle. His face was up close to Eve's thigh, so close he could count the stitches on her underwear, not that he was looking at the stitches, it was the shape of her minge he was looking at, forming a groove in the thin cotton that separated him from actual real live girly parts.

He heard Anna call out Eve's next move, worried that it would take away the view he was trying to imprint on his memory for a jerk off session later. As her right arm stretched out to grope for a green circle, she lost her balance falling, landing on him. He was now in an amazing tent formed by her short skirt, the area of his intense scrutiny was now pressed against his face, and he was breathing in an odour like no other, he knew instinctively what it was, and it wasn't fish like he'd heard of in the locker room. Despite his discomfort with one arm trapped under his back, he was disappointed when Eve got up, he wished she could have stayed there all afternoon.

“Well as Eve lost that round, the winner stays on, and I get to have a go.”

Standing up now heaven had moved off his face, he was mortified to see both girls were looking at his obvious sign of arousal. Just then Anna spoke again.

“Don't cover it up, there's no need to be embarrassed, it's not like we haven't seen a guy with a woody before, come on let's play.” Anna was pleased the way she came across, so casual, like erections were just an everyday event.

Eve was still feeling flushed at having Romko's face pressed against her moments ago, it was only Anna making desperate hand signals which made her relinquish her position. Now it was her turn to run the game, while Anna had some fun. As she called out each of the moves, it was becoming apparent Romko had at last caught on, neither she nor Anna were setting any limitations on what would normally be deemed appropriate behaviour, as this was like sardines, but without the anonymity of a dark cupboard.

Romko looked at the choice of two yellow patches where he could put his right hand, with a grin he picked the one that would bring his arm in contact with Anna's chest, as it had been difficult to tell how developed she was with the baggy top she was wearing. He tried to make it look accidental as his upper arm rubbed across her body, coming into contact with the small swelling mound, wondering if that counted as copping a feel, as it wasn't actually his hand groping the girl's tit.

It almost felt as if she were pressing back against his arm, but maybe she was just trying to hold her balance, waiting for Eve's next call. Shit - left leg to blue was bound to spoil his fun as she would be able to raise her tit off his arm, but she didn't go for the obvious spot, she went for the next one on that meant she could escape even further. His mind went blank, all he could register was Anna's cute backside was now pressed against his dick!

Eve could see the look on his face, it was priceless, as she could see Anna was pushing back and forth against the bulge in his jeans, making her think whether to call the next move or delay a bit longer while Anna tormented him. When she called out Romko's move for the second time Anna pulled away, giving him a chance to engage his brain. Both girls were grinning at the boy's discomfort and frustration during the game, as turn and turn about they were merciless in their endless teasing.

The constant excitement was a torture in itself, pressed against the bodies of two hot girls, as each time he seemed to win, thus stay on for the next round. The Y-fronts he had on were sporting a damp patch from the pre-cum that had been leaking from his dick that had been hard from the time they started playing. He felt twisted like a pretzel, once again on the mat with Anna, and it was her turn to move, facing upwards, he couldn't determine the position she would move to when Eve called out her instructions.

He watched mesmerised as her leg swung over his head, the view of her panties zoomed in as she came closer till he was staring at the camel toed cleft right in front of him, the outline of her gash the sole focus of all his senses. He could see a darker patch centred between her legs, an unmistakable dampness, and at such close quarters the same odour he had detected with his cousin, but in some way subtly different.

Anna could feel his rapid breath on the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, winking at Eve she slowly moved closer until the thin cotton was the only division between her pussy and Romko's face. She mashed herself against him, hearing a groan as he finally collapsed to the floor.

He was drowning in her scent, the damp cotton, the soft flesh underneath conforming to his nose and mouth as she pressed closer, or was it him moving, he couldn't really say.

All he could smell and experience was GIRL. All he wanted to do was burrow through the thin layer of fabric, heaven a millimetre away. He felt overcome suddenly weak as his arms gave way, and he dropped to the mat, still looking up at that magic place.

Anna got up the victor, standing next to the vanquished boy, as Eve joined her they high fived, looking down at Romko, both well aware of the birds eye view he had up their skirts, deliberately standing with their feet apart.

Anna's scent seemed ingrained in his skin, looking up both girls stood over him, a dream view he could never imagine happening in the playground, as the two girls talked about him as if he wasn't even there. First his eyes and nose, and now he couldn't believe his ears, listening to their discussion of what they might do next. He didn't care he was willing to go along with any of the ideas they were talking about, it was just too much thinking about how experienced these two girls were, and how he might benefit from that.

Eve's adventure with Romko at his house, pretending to be so mature and experienced, had given her the upper hand, even though all their knowledge was either second hand or through their research on the internet. In their brief talk about the possibility of getting the boy to themselves, it was clear they wanted to reinforce their position of superiority, to be in control, and not let the situation get out of hand. Eve was quite willing to share her older cousin with her best friend, so she could also gain some first hand experience with boys.

With their test subject prone on the floor the two girls stood there well aware of the view they were presenting, egging one another on with plans of what they could do now they had finished with the Twister game.

“Hey Eve, didn't you say his cock was quite a respectable size for a guy his age? Maybe if he strips off we could play some more grown up games, that is if Romko isn't too shy.”

Up till now it had only been nervous tension and uncertainty that had prevented Romko from having an embarrassing accident, but at the insistence of the two girls he was stark naked, and now to his shame his dick started to wilt.

Thinking back to their talk with Marta, the two girls realised it was due to his anxiety, with an unspoken look both girls took off their tops, and witnessed an instant resurrection. Anna speaking for both of them laid down the ground rules, that they could touch him wherever they liked, and for now he could only touch them above the waist, stressing that might change, if not today, then on some later visit - if he behaved himself.

On her visit he didn't get a good view of Eve's small tit's, as it was too risky her getting undressed, but they had been the first he had ever touched. He was now looking at two girls with their tops off, four tits, two pairs, okay, not more than shallow cones, but better than his mates, for he was sure most of their stories were a total load of shit. At least Eve wasn't making him sound like a complete dork in front of her friend, saying he didn't have a load of experience with girls, where she knew it was almost zero until two weeks ago. Now he was touching two tits at once, one from each girl.

“As you're touching me there, don't you think we should at least kiss, and get to know one another better; you know how to kiss don't you?”

Romko was glad of what Eve had taught him, and it seemed Anna was no stranger when it came to kissing, he wondered if they had current boyfriends, and which lucky lads had taught them all they knew about guys. French kissing with Anna was getting him so hot, and he was still touching both girls, when suddenly on his left Eve was nibbling his ear and kissing his cheek. Anna pulled away and Eve took her place, damn that was hot the two girls swapping him between them.

His next shock came as Anna grasped his dick, and pushed him onto his back. With a girl kneeling either side of him she slowly jacked him off, getting him to open his legs so they could take turns playing with his nuts. After being at a high level of excitement ever since the game of Twister had started, he knew this wasn't going to last, and as if reading his mind Anna began speeding up her wrist action. He gasped and moaned as shot after shot spat out of his dick, his hips coming up off the bed, unbelievable, amazing, so much better in every way than when he did it himself.

Like Eve had said kissing a boy was different, and like she said it was unfair trying to make comparisons, but it was hot making out with the older boy. When she held her first proper cock; she didn't count bathing her little brothers, it was as if she had electrocuted him the way he jumped out of his skin. That was another thing the way the skin moved on it was weird, like it was separate from the middle that was all hot, hard, and throbbing, as if you really could take a boys pulse by holding his cock.

From all she had learned, it was obvious he was close to the edge, Marta had said it took experience and training for a guy to last longer. Anna quickly saw the signs that Romko was about to cum, so sped up just at the end, careful with her aim, not wanting his stuff all over herself or her duvet cover. She watched his semen shoot up in the air to arc down and splatter on his chest and stomach, just smiling broadly while trying not to show her surprise.

She had been split between watching the fountain of cum, and the strange expressions on his face, bigger and clearer than those tiny video clips that she'd seen from the internet. On his skin she studied the results, his semen looked to be a mix of clear and milky fluids, the last of it had dribbled down his cock coating her hand, sticky and slimy, odd to think this was the dangerous stuff that could get a girl pregnant. The stiff spike of flesh she had been holding moments before now lay there almost flaccid leaking remnants of his boy juice, the small bush of hair around his cock held strings of cum like garlands on a festive tree.

Anna felt a sense of achievement, in the way this had been her first proper encounter with a real live cock, a grown up guy, but it had been rather mechanical in that it was just a bit of fun. She had no feelings for Romko, it wasn't like being with Eve who was her best friend, the joy she felt from bringing Eve pleasure was a reward in itself. In a way this had been another experiment, not measuring the slow advance of pubic hair this time, but the behaviour and reactions of a teenaged boy.

Jumping up from the bed Anna said she would get a wash cloth from the bathroom, bearing in mind what she had heard about cum, Anna wanted to try a bit unobserved while the stuff on her hand was still warm. She lifted her hand to sniff it before taking a tentative lick, salty, bitter, she had to agree with Eve, Marta could have her share as well.

Later that afternoon he found himself walking back with Eve to her house, remembering his earlier thoughts that it would be a wasted afternoon – It had been the best day of his life! Between them the two girls had got him to cum three times, if anything his dick was feeling a bit tender, after the first time they let him suck their tits, and he had got hard again straight off, so they said they would wank him again. They had taken turns, even if he told anyone, nobody would ever believe him that two girls were playing with his tackle, as he got close to cuming that second time, they had backed off, then started up again several times really making it last.

He thought he was done in after that, and could have had a nap given the chance, but then they started whispering, and he knew they were up to something. They were, they took their skirts off, and he could see both had a dark wet stain on their panties, but they wouldn't go any further and take them off too. With a girl laying there either side of him, his hands on them, and them kissing and touching him, his dick didn't remain asleep for long.

The third time had been almost painful, and his nuts hardly had anything left to give, just a few tiny spurts, but once again Eve had said it wasn't bad for a guy of his age, which made him wonder about how old some of their boyfriends might have been. They had left him in no doubt that a repeat performance, and possibly more was down to his discretion, and he swore to take the secret to his grave. Then the two girls came up with an 'official' list of the things they had done that afternoon, which board games they played and how many times each of them had won.

Back at Eve's house they had supper joining in with all the family chatter, and Romko discovered that the two young visitors were Anna's little brothers. At one point when he was helping sort out the ravages of the back garden, his dad had a quite word, thanking him for spending time with his younger cousin and her friend, stating it may have been a bit boring for him to have to play their childish board games, but in a few years time his view on girls would change.

Romko just nodded at his father's wisdom, unable to think of a reply that wouldn't drop them all in it. That night he didn't have a wank at bedtime, there was no need, he fell asleep straight off, with a contented smile.

Anna's top three fans were lurking somewhere in that text – you know who you are!

Talk about f****** SLOW, 70 chapters until young Anna gets a handful of cock.

The next chapter revolves around her big sister, warning - it may contain nuts.