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INRODUCTION
WARNING: This story is sexually explicit in nature and 
should not be read by anyone who is under the age of 
18 or a not ready or willing to read such material. 

First Amendment: 
Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of 
religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging 
the freedom of religion or of the press; or the right of the 
people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government 
for a redress of grievances. 



1.   About the story Marilyn.
The story is not advocacy fiction it is a way to explore the issue 
of incest and underage sex. The story involves consensual sex 
between a 13 year girl and her father. The story is not 
pornography but it involves explicit sexual activity. 



2.  Statement on incest and under age sex 
I would not want these events to take place in this reality. I 
have never had any interest in real incest but fantasy incest 
seems very different. Actually there seems to be a biological 
aversion to incest.  Usually people are only attracted to close 
relatives when they have been raised apart. However there are 
exceptions.

In the same way sex between adults and children appears so 
risky for both parties that it is something that no moral or sane 
adult would seek. Any sexual relationships can close off choices 
which have to be taken into consideration before an adult can 
morally engage in such a relationship.  Like everything else any 
act might be moral. 

Laws against incest and underage sex seem to make sense 
because the potential for abuse is too great. In an incestuous 
relationship or a relationship with someone who is under age, 
the difference in power between the two maybe so great, that 
there can be no consent.  This is not always the case but laws 
are made for the greatest good for the greatest number and 
are not made for any one individual case. If an act is kept 
private and no one is hurt then it's no one else's business. Once 
it becomes public or once someone is hurt then it become 
society's business.      

It seems we are trapped in own hysteria. We seem to be 
moving to a point where masturbation and lustful thoughts are 
treated more harshly then murder. With out knowledge we 
can't address any problem. All we do know is some people have 
been hurt terribly and some people are being punished even 
though they don't seem to have hurt anyone.

The hysteria about this subject is at such a peak, in this 
society, that there is no rational way to examine the issue.  If 
one tries to discuss the issue then one risks being labeled as an 
offender. The same problem exists with studies or reports 
because, if people who have had either experience, report 
honestly they are likely be exposed to legal problems or public 
embarrassment. The only people who are likely to take such a 
risk are those who have an ax to grind either way and they can 
not be trusted to tell the truth. As for anonymous reports they 
can never be trusted. Consequently it seems that fiction is the 
only way to examine the issue at this time



This story takes place in the same universe as the story a 
HOME INVASION by Ho Masubi (MF rom cons inc) If you like 
either story you are likely to like the other



Any comments are welcome. Please remove ... from 
the following email address and send comments to  
homasubi...@fastmail.fm

Dedication: To Kelly the real Georgia



MARILYN


I got up late at least late for Georgia. I flew in from Atlanta last night. It 
was my first day in New York City. My Dad lives on Washington Square 
in Greenwich Village, New York. We lived in Gainesville, Georgia before 
my mother died.  My father's name is Major Brown.  Major is his first 
name not his rank.  He isn't in the army but he was and he was a major 
but now he's a business executive. He used to be a big executive in 
Atlanta.  He ran the number one or number two soft drink company in 
the world, depending on who's counting.  Once my mom died he became 
a big New York executive. He tried to dump me with my Auntie Clair in 
Holly Springs.  She tried to be nice but I wasn't going be dumped and 
forgotten by my father.  I started acting like a brat and it didn't take long 
before Aunty called dad and begged him to take me.  Dad didn't even 
spend any time with me.  I came on Sunday night and he was off to work 
Monday.  


He said I would be safe enough in Greenwich Village He told me he had a 
friend named Ola who agreed to look after me during the day when he 
was wasn't there.  He said Ola lived next door and worked down the 
street at place called Camera.  I thought it must have been a camera 
store. That wasn't so bad because I like to take pictures. He said he set up 
some accounts for me in the stores in the area so I could get clothes and 
stuff.  I know he wanted me to get clothes.  It embarrassed him that I 
wore baggy jeans and sweatshirts.  I know he also wanted me to get a hair 
cut but I liked the way I looked, given that fact that I am ugly. The kids 
back home used tease me about my looks and being clumsy. They said I 
had two left feet. Sometimes people would say that I was pretty just to 
make fun of me.  But a 13 year old girl who's 5" 8' with a big mouth full of 
straight teeth and outsized eyes is more like a monster then a girl.  Beside 
I have a birth defect I was born missing some ribs which gave me a 20" 
waist. Maybe some people would have said my tits were nice, but they 
weren't ever going to see them.  I covered them up with a baggy sweat 
shirt. A 13 year old isn't supposed to have a C cup and a 38 inch chest.  



I didn't have to worry about school it was nearly May and my dad felt 
that he should just start me in the fall. The problem was I wouldn't be 
meeting anyone until September.  It looks like I had a long boring 
summer ahead of me. The place was not as big as our house but in is own 
way it was much nicer.  It had everything and I must say dad spared no 
expense when it came to my room.  It even has a large screen TV and 
every video game on the face of the Earth, like I cared.  He must have 
thought I would say cooped up in this place all summer.  Well this is one 
Georgia girl who going to explore.



Washington Square was great. It had a big arch, trees and benches.  In a 
funny way Greenwich Village was like a village. I guess that's why they 
call The Village. I wandered around Washington Square.  There was a 
school on one side and stores and houses on the other.  I went in and out 
of some restaurants.  I was hungry and I had credit cards and money but 
I didn't exactly know what to do.  Do you just go in and sit down or what?  
Then by accident, I opened the door to a beauty pallor and I was greeted 
by some man saying, "Marilyn it's: It's really you. You are more beautiful 
then I thought." I hated people making fun of me so I turned around and 
left. The guy followed me out of the door and caught up with me when I 
was in the middle of the street. "Please, please I am so sorry for what ever 
I have done.  My name is Ola."  You know it's funny I never thought he 
was a pervert or dangerous.   "Ola, my dad told me about you." "He did?  
Oh yes he did." "He didn't tell you my name was Marilyn did he?" "Oh no 
what is your name?" "Dad named me Marilyn but I hate that name. I'm 
Georgia: I named myself."  He extended his hand.  I put out my hand and 
he kisses it and gives a little bow.  I tell him not act silly or to make fun of 
me.  He apologizes again asked to be of service." 



I told him I didn't need anything. He said, "Now, you are being silly I can 
see you need some breakfast.  Come on girl. Let's get out of the street and 
get you your breakfast." He took me by the arm and we started walking 
down the sidewalk.   "You are right I am starving.  I just flew in from 
Atlanta, last night and that last thing I had was diner on the plane." "You 
poor thing you should never ever eat airline food." Wait! "Oh my God, it's 
you. "You said that." "Your father told me about you?  "I said that."   
"Now I am all mixed up. I thought you were..."  Then he stopped and held 
me at arms length.  His eyes grew big. He looked happy and shocked at 
the same time. He gave me hug and said "It's you. It's you. Then we 
continued down the sidewalk and he kept raving, you have no idea, do 
you?  "What do you mean?  You keep saying the same thing."  "I'm sorry 
it's just the way you look."  He must have just realized how awful I looked 
but I had agreed to go to breakfast with him so I was stuck." 



"Here we are dearie."  I looked up and we were standing in front of a 
place called the Pink Teacup.  I asked him if it was a gay place.  "No 
darling it's Southern.  We just came in and sat down. Ola gestured at one 
of the waiters and he brought me eggs, sausages, grits and biscuits, just 
like home.  Ola, had coffee and some rolls. "You need a good breakfast on 
your first day; if you want anything; if you really, really want it, Ola will 
get it for you no matter what.



Now, let me explain myself as best I can. I was expecting you.  Your 
father and I are close friends.  When he told me you were coming to live 
with him. I offered to look after you when he was at work.  When I help 
people and expect nothing in return what I get back is usually far greater 
then I could imagine.  I offered to help because a young girl needs 
someone to watch out for her. Now it turns out you were someone that I 
wanted to meet for my whole life." I didn't know her name or where she 
was from. She was someone who I wanted to protect and help." I figured 
at that point that he was completely nuts.  Then he got nervous, and said,   
"Don't worry I'm gay. We both laughed. It was clear that he was nuts but; 
harmless.   He added, "Just think of me as your Fairy Godmother" 



He wondered about dad and said, "Where's your father?" "Oh he left for 
work before I got up." "The cad didn't spend your first day here with you 
and help you get settled.  Tell me all about your trip. There was nothing 
to tell really.  "It was boring because I can't sleep on a plane.  Dad picked 
me up in a limo and we drove here.  He showed me my room and told me 
to go to sleep. Then when I woke up he had already left for work."   "Well 
then I will help you get settled. I could tell you needed a real breakfast"   
"It reminded me of home.  In Georgia people take breakfast seriously.  
Usually I don't eat meat but today was an exception."

"Well that explains why your skin is so great but how did you get so thin? 
Who is your trainer? Tell me and I will have him shipped up here immediately.
My girls need him." "You have been living in New York too long. I don't have 
a trainer. I don't eat sugar which keeps me thin and my teeth cavity free.  
I also walk a lot, at least 10 miles a day. I spend most of my time in the 
woods taking pictures of the Chestatee River." "Chestatee you don't say. 
That's where I got my start taking pictures of the Chestatee.  I grew up in 
Dahlonega..."  "I'm from Gainesville. That's how you know my father."  



"I have to see your pictures. Did you bring them with you?" "Does a duck 
swim?  Of course I did."  "Ok, so after breakfast we will go to your place 
and I will help you unpack and then we will look at your pictures." "But 
don't you have to go back to work. My dad said you worked in a camera 
store." "That sounds like your dad.  I own Camera, that's where we met; 
it's a hair salon.  I also own a photography studio called Camera.  I 
mostly run the place.  Other people take the pictures for advertising and 
fashion. I take portraits and do a few fashion shoots a year.  My time is 
my own. 



Now there's something I need to tell you.  I didn't meet your dad in 
Gainesville; I met your dad in Atlanta. He helped me get my book 
published.  It was a book of portraits of prisoners who were confined in 
Wilcox State Prison. I started taking pictures of prisoners who were 
going to be released. Some of them had been there for years and they
were afraid that no one would recognize them when they went home.
Soon I was taking pictures of everyone in the prison. 



I was in prison because I was convicted of murdering my mother.  Our house 
blew up when I was in town drunk.  It was a leaky gas main but they tried 
to cover it up by blaming me. People heard me and mother arguing about 
my going out with someone named Alex. I saw Alex that night and got so 
drunk that I didn't remember what happened." "That morning around 3 
am a gas main broke under the house and exploded. If I only had been 
there..."  "What could you have done?" "I don't know but I will never 
forgive myself.  I didn't fight the charges: I felt I deserved to go to prison.   



The next two and a half years were, in away, the greatest years of my life.  
I started out helping the inmates who were about to be released, by 
taking their portraits and soon I was taking everyone's picture. It was then
that I learned that I was a great portrait photographer, maybe the best ever. 



After I was released, I got big settlement from the state. I met the 
Governor and he apologized for my being sent to prison.  I asked
him to help me get my book of portraits published.  He sent me to
meet with your father.  Your dad had his company start their own
publishing division so they could publish my book.  They published
all my books including several other books that I did on prisoners.
My book helped your father's company and made me famous." I
knew the story had to have been true but there was something 
wrong or something he was leaving out. 



Before we left I asked him if he made up his name like I did. "No I got it 
honestly. My name really is Ola: Ola Jackson actually. My family name is 
Jackson. It's a good Southern name. I got the name Ola from my mother. 
She was Portuguese. She met my father when he was in the Navy and 
stationed in Portugal. After they were married he left the service and 
brought my mother back to Georgia. My dad worked for Jackson Electric, 
no relation, as a lineman. They lived together presently enough for 2 
years except for one thing, mother wanted to have a child.  When my 
father was hit by lighting at work and killed, mother was heartbroken.  


She was afraid that she would never have a child.  She went to the doctor 
to see if she was pregnant but the doctor said she wasn't.  She kept 
insisting that she was pregnant but everyone thought she was crazy.  Six 
months after my father died she went to the hospital insisting she was in 
labor. The doctors thought that she was just pretending but they kept her 
for observation.  I was born in the hospital bed not the delivery room.  
The first thing mother said to me was 'ola' meaning hello so she called me 
Ola. Mother believed that if you wished for something hard enough, 
sometimes it just happens.  She said she wished me into existence."    



And talking about wishes what think you want isn't what you really want. 
You think you want to be important but already are important." "No one 
ever said that about me before, how can you be so sure?" "I know I am 
right because I a never wrong about these things. I can see it written all 
over you: I'm a photographer.  What intrigues me is I have never have 
seen a girl who is so invested in herself." "I decided to claim myself 
because no one else would but what I want to know what you think my 
real wish is." "What you really want is for people to recognize you, for the 
important person that you already are." "I don't care if you are a 
photographer, you can't possible see that?" "I don't have to see, it.  I 
know you want recognition because that's why you came to New York: 
That's why everyone comes to New York."
  


We went back to the apartment and Ola helped me put my stuff away and 
arraigned some furniture in my room.  He made me show him my 
pictures.  We took them over to his place because he said the light was 
better. Instead of going out the front door we went through our living 
room out through the French Doors on to a balcony that overlooked a 
park with a flower garden in the backyard of the building.  The balcony 
was connected to Ola's living room. 




He had a table in his living room near a window and used it to look at the 
pictures. He told me to look around his apartment while he looked at my 
pictures. He said he didn't want me standing next to him worrying about 
what he thought. His apartment was so beautiful I was embarrassed 
about my pictures. The place had beautiful furniture and was filled art: 
paintings, sculpture, photographs.  Most of the photographs were of 
Marilyn Monroe. There was an alcove that was set up like a shrine. In the 
center of it was a nude autographed picture of her.  I was looking at it 
when I heard Ola who was standing behind me say, "That picture is only 
one in existence I bought it at auction last year."  "She is so beautiful." 
"But so alone." I was surprised. I didn't know that much about her. "I 
thought she was a movie star?" "She was, but she was so much more 
beautiful then anyone else at that time that no one was like her.  She gave 
the world so much beauty but the people she loved abandoned her.  



Come let's look at your pictures. They are quite good. Let me show you." 
We went back to the table where he was looking at my pictures. He had 
four prints separated from the rest.  After we went over them together he 
said, "How would you like to be my assistant?  Better yet how would you 
like to be my apprentice? I will teach you photography and about New 
York and I will get the help that I need." His offer was such a shock I just 
nodded, yes. Before we went to his studio we went to the beauty pallor; 
the shop as he called it. We went the back way, downstairs, out the 
backdoor, through the garden in the back of the building, to an alley that 
ran to the back door of the shop.  After that Ola had someone call for a 
car to take us uptown.   



Each day Ola and I would go uptown, in the late morning, to his studio.  
He taught me about photography and the business. He even took to me 
up to Connecticut to teach me about taking nature pictures. I worked on 
his photo shoots.  I learned everything from makeup and lighting to 
setting up the camera equipment.  He had plenty of help but there always 
something that needed to be done and I did it.  



Every photo shoot was special. Ola only shot famous people or special 
fashion events like Full Frontal Fashion.  We took pictures of the 
president when he came to town.  We also did publicity photos for the 
new James Bond film, which was coming out in the fall. All the actors 
were nice expect for the actress who played Bond's love interest. The new 
Bond Girl was a real bitch.  She actually seemed jealous of me and asked 
me to leave the set.  



At night we would go out for dinner to some posh place and then either 
to the theater or a party.  He dressed me up like a boy and told everyone 
my name was George.  I always wore sneakers and black baggy jeans, 
something to cover up my boobs, a turtle neck and a very expensive 
sports jacket. It was just like Ola said rich people can see money and the 
jacket impressed them. I also wore sun glasses to cover my face and Ola 
puffed up my hair so it look like hay and "styled it" so it covered my face.    



Its funny, I liked, being a girl and dressing like a boy. I hated being a boy 
and dressing like one.  The more I did it the more I wanted to wear a 
dress and be, God forbid, feminine. As a boy I did get to hear a lot of stuff 
girls don't get to hear.  I also learned how to act like a boy which helped 
me understand men more.  The worse of it was using the men's room. I 
was usually able to avoid it but Ola said if I had to go I was to use the 
men's room.   I don't know why men put up with smell: Even the nicest 
ones were dirty. 



Everyone wondered who I was. Ola was very protective.  He kept me with 
him all the time and wouldn't let anyone talk to me; like he was jealous. 
Certainly it made Ola seem very gay. There were columns about me in the 
paper.  'Who is the young man that Ola takes to all the parties?' I often 
would tease Ola by asking him which would make them more shocked 
the fact that I was 13 or that I was a girl?  They also wondered why he 
wouldn't let me drink alcohol or stay out much after midnight.  
Afterwards Ola would ask me questions about the people and have me do 
imitations of them.  



Ola also took pictures of me, lots of them. He had my father's permission 
of course.  After my father saw some of them he signed a release saying 
Ola could take what ever pictures he wanted as long as he didn't sell 
them. Every photo session was totally private no one, absolutely no one, 
was allowed on the set. They weren't modeling pictures they were just 
pictures so me. I was nude in some of the pictures.  He also took pictures 
of me in dresses and formal wear. After a while I got used to wearing 
dresses and actually began to like wearing them. Ola said that no matter 
what the pictures belonged to me and even I couldn't release them until I 
was 21.  I hated them because I still looked ugly and vowed that when I 
was 21 that they would be burned. 



Ola's sent me to his trainer.  The trainer said he never saw anyone in 
better shape. He said that I needed to build up my butt and gave me 
some exercises.  I never heard of someone's butt being too small but I did 
as he asked. I also a played lot of paddle ball with the models my age who 
worked at Ola's. They all were great kids. They never teased me about my 
looks like the kids did back in Georgia. Actually most of them treated me 
like I was attractive which made me feel accepted. 



I was able to win most of my games because sooner or later because most 
of the other kids would get tired, even the boys.  The only girl who gave 
me any trouble was Jill Davenport. She older then but she was a lot smaller
then I was but she was very quick and very strong for her size. What really
made her hard to play was she was so tricky.  If I looked at her to try and tell
where the ball was going she would always fool me. She could hit ball in one 
direction and make it seem like she hit the other way. 



Jill and I became good friends. We met on a shoot for Full Frontal 
Fashion which was the most prestigious fashion show of the year.  She 
just started working with Ola and she didn't know him very well. She 
used to work with Max Steinberg but there was some scandal over an ad 
for jeans.  People complained that the ads made Jill look too sexy, which 
was funny because compared to most of the models, Jill was very 
conservative. 



Jill was also a lot of fun. She was always playing head games.  Every day 
she would have a new story where she either contracted a new disease or 
was having an affair with someone famous. She was such a good actor that
once she actually convinced me that she was having an affair with George
Hamilton. 

She taught me a lot about people and how to know what their fantasies were
just by looking at them. We used to watch old movies and she showed me what
the stars were really like underneath it all in real life and how lonely some of them 
were and how much they wanted love. She said that being beautiful doesn't stop
you from being alone. Jill said that her father ignored her and her mother hated her
and she didn't know what to do about it.  



She taught me how to appear sexy without changing my appearance.  She 
said people are controlled by their fantasies and if you know what their 
fantasies are you can control them.  We would watch movies again and 
again and then Jill would have me imitate the actors. Then she showed 
me how to take what I learned watching movies and apply it in real life 
while sounding natural.  She also taught me to trap people eyes.  If you 
have big blue eyes like mine and you look into people's eyes a certain way 
they just stare at you and it's hard for them to look away.  That plus using 
what I learned listening to sexy movie stars and it was clear that even I 
could have an affect on men. I could even trick some of the 
photographers into flirting with me. I found that with hard work and 
practice even an ugly girl like me could attract men.  Not that I ever did 
anything like that with Ola:  He had no idea what Jill was teaching me.  



The one guy who I had no affect on was Brian who was the gayest guy I 
ever met.  Brian was kind of klutzy but he meant well and was totally 
loyal to Ola.  He started working with Ola after Ola saved him from a gay 
bashing. Brian was in love with Ola and was always trying to seduce him 
with no effect. Brian said that Ola never had boyfriend or a girlfriend.  



Then there was Ragnar.  Ola swore that it was his real name. He handled 
security for Ola. Somehow he earned the right to wear Hells Angles colors 
even though he really wasn't in the club. He and I became friends and he 
really opened up to me.  I asked him a lot of questions about Ola because 
there was something about him that didn't fit. Ragnar told me a lot of 
about Ola and things about himself that he never told anyone else. 
Ragnar said Ola was the bravest most honorable person that he ever met. 
He said he met Ola when they were in prison together in Georgia. He said 
he didn't even know Ola when Ola risked his life to save him from being 
raped. He said that some people were Ola's girls, even guys, and he would 
get them anything that they wanted no matter what. He said that Ola 
made sure that no one hurt his girls or if they did he made sure that they 
very, very sorry that they did.    
 


I got to see what he meant first hand one day when Ola and I were 
hanging out at his office.  He got a call on his private line from Lana.  She 
was a model who used to work with Ola. She quit modeling and moved to 
California after she married Jarrah Willit. Willit was a famous Australian 
action movie star.  Every movie of his, had the same plot he plays a 
martial arts expert who goes undercover and gets caught in a fight 
between the between the good guys and the bad guys. The film always 
ends the same way with him beating everyone up. 



Lana was hysterical: I could hear her crying on the phone. Jarrah beat 
her up and she called Ola for help. I never saw anyone move so fast. He 
got Ragnar and they headed for the airport.  He assigned me to do all the 
dog work.  I had to start off by calling the mayor and telling him that his 
photo shoot had to be rescheduled. Then I got Brian and told him what 
happened and he took care of the business part. Ola called from the plane 
and told me he had gotten the use of a furnished apartment close by the 
studio.  I got the keys and checked the place out.  It was a mess.  I started 
working cleaning up the place; the next thing I knew it was 9 pm and 
someone was buzzing to get in.  I looked at the monitor, of the lobby, and 
I saw two big thugs ringing the buzzer. I was scared at first until I 
remembered that Ola called and told me he was sending over some 
security people.  After they said they knew Ragnar and showed me their 
Hells Angles colors I let them in. People in New York don't go around 
pretending to be Hells Angles at least not for very long.  



I was there when Lana came in the next day with Ola and Ragnar.  Her 
nose was broken and she had two black eyes.  She also had a lot of 
bruises on her body. She didn't want anyone to see her. Ola stayed with 
her the first night.  After that the place filled up with help but there was 
still plenty to do.  Mostly I spend my time doing errands for Ola or 
waiting in his office for his instructions. We all knew that Jarrah would 
come after her. It was just a matter of time.  About week after Lana came 
in I got an anonymous call on Ola's private line that Jarrah was spotted 
in New York.  The person hung up before I could ask any questions.  No 
one was around who could help.  Ola's cell phone was turned off and so 
was Ragnar's.  Lana's apartment didn't have a phone: Everyone uses 
cells. I got a taxi and went over to Lana's.  I didn't know what I was going 
to do. I only hoped that Ola was there.  



When I walked into Lana's building I saw Ola struggling with someone in 
the stairway leading to the basement.  I ran to the stairway but by the 
time I got there they disappeared.  I carefully snuck downstairs.  I 
wanted to help Ola without getting myself into trouble. There was a hall 
at the base of the stairs and I heard Ola talking to someone.  "Get the 
handcuffs off of him Ragnar." I snuck down the hall and at the end of the 
hall there was a large basement room. Ola was holding someone who was 
wearing handcuffs. Ragnar had a baseball bat under his arm and he was 
taking the handcuffs off the guy.  I couldn't see him at first but when he 
spoke with his Australian accent I knew it had to be Jarrah Willit.  He 
was rubbing his wrists. He turned and looked at Ola.  "So what are you 
going to do now have your Hells Angel friend try to beat me with a 
baseball bat?  Let him try.  I'll take it away from him and shove it up his 
arse."  Ola was like a different person.  He was pacing back and forth like 
a cat.  Not a housecat more like a tiger.  Actually more like a man a real 
man: strong, powerful, and deadly.  He said, "You maybe right about 
Ragnar but he isn't going to be fighting you."  "So, Lana's queer friend is 
going to teach me a lesson?"   "At this point you can insult me all you 
want, because, sir I am going to give you a good thrashing." Jarrah 
laughed and said, I'm 6"4' and you are 5" 10' and I'm 240 and your about 
170 lbs." "Size doesn't mean anything to me, Mr. Willit."  Willit smiled 
and said, "I really am the person you see in the movies.  I was All Pacific 
Tae Kwon Do champion 4 years running and won mixed martial arts 
competition in Japan, Australia and China.  Where did you learn to fight? 
Faggot" 



Suddenly he punched Ola in the face. He stayed close to Ola punching 
him again and again. I thought he was going to kill him. I almost ran out 
to help when Ola had some how wrapped himself around Jarrah's arm 
and there was a loud crack.  Jarrah fell on the floor. "You broke my arm. 
Are you satisfied?" Ola was back on his feet still holding Jarrah's arm. He 
bent the arm at the elbow and rotated the arm back over Jarrah's 
shoulder. There was another loud crack and Jarrah started screaming. 
Ola said, "I learned to fight in Prison, asshole. 


Let's see I broke your elbow your shoulder and your nose. I knew I forgot 
something." He punched Jarrah on the bridge of the nose and it exploded 
with blood.  Then he started kicking Jarrah until he threw up.  "In prison 
they used to make guys like you into women." Then I saw something I 
never thought I would ever see.  Willit was on his knees. He bent over 
holding himself off the floor with his head. He started pulling down his 
pants with his uninjured arm. "I'll give you what you want.  I'll give you 
what you want. Just don't be so rough."  At first Ola didn't know what to 
do. I never saw anyone look so shocked and disgusted at the same time. 
Ola grabbed Willit's pony tail and yanked him back on his butt. He said, 
"And they think I am gay and you're straight.  I am not gay but if I were I 
wouldn't fuck you with Ragnar's dick. You disgust me. 



What's the matter couldn't you get it up for a beautiful lady?" "I could 
only do her when I was drunk."  Ola shook his head and said, "I knew you 
were gay but I thought my doubts about you were prejudice.  Guy guys 
sometime make the best husbands and she was so in love."  Jarrah said, 
"When she found out I only married her to silence the rumors about me 
being gay she threatened to go to the papers." "Well that wasn't very nice; 
I will have a talk with her.  But she is one of my girls and no one hurts my 
girls. 



Now here is what is going to happen.  Lana will be here for a few months. 
She needs counseling and after that she will be working in Europe." "Isn't 
it stupid telling me where she going?" "It's an act of kindness, far better 
then you deserve.  You better keep track of her because if you two are in 
the same city you will die."  Ola kicked him again, "Do you understand, 
you sack of shit." All Jarrah could do was nod yes and throw up.  "If you 
send any message to her or talk about her you will die. If you mention her 
in an interview or answer any questions about her you will die. You won't 
contest the divorce either. The papers have already been filed. Even if she 
tries to see you it makes no difference. If you two are in the same city you 
will die and you will see it coming. 



There are Hells Angles every where, even in Australia. Hells Angles are 
only a small part of my contacts.  Everyone likes to look good.  I probably 
have taken the pictures of more murders and psychopaths then any one 
else. I know I have taken more pictures of Heads of State then anyone 
else. If you are anybody I probably have taken your picture. Need I say 
more? Everyone wants to look good.  There is no where that you can go 
or nothing that you can do that I won't know about.  



Now we come to why I brought my friend Ragnar along. Mr. Willit have 
you ever heard the term guts meaning courage.  He kicked Jarrah in the 
arm before he had a chance to respond.   Jarrah screamed and rolled over 
on his back. There was no resistance left.  "Yes, Yes.  I know what you 
mean."  "If people get the right type of internal injuries they become very 
fearful.  It always works. You are so dumb you will probably forget about 
this beating in a week and get brave again."  Jarrah shook his head saying 
that this was something he would never forget.  "But after Ragnar is 
finished with you won't get brave ever again. It takes a lot of skill to break 
someone up inside and not kill them. That's Ragnar's talent. He is so 
good that he can write his own ticket. It's lucky for me that he likes to 
work for me and unlucky for you, very unlucky.



I had seen enough. I tried to slip away but as I was moving down the hall 
when I heard some one yelling so I ran.  I ran up stairs and through the 
lobby; into the street.  I ran and ran for I don't know how long and then I 
slammed into someone and we fell down. Who ever he was, he held me as 
we fell, taking the brunt of the fall onto the sidewalk. I looked up and it 
was Ola.  "I am not going to hurt you. Don't be afraid..." I was up and on 
top of him hitting him and crying.  "I am not afraid I am not afraid of 
you. Never say I doubt you." He gently held my arms until I stopped 
struggling.  "Why were you hitting me?"  "You think I'm stupid. You think 
I am afraid. A Southern Gentleman doesn't hurt ladies; even I know that. 
You're my hero: I love you."  "Love me?"  "You are real man: You risked 
jail protecting Lara's honor. You're my hero."  He helped me up.  "Then 
why are you crying?" 'Why am I crying? Why am I crying? I'm just a girl.  
I never saw anyone beat up before."  We both laughed.  I kissed him on 
the lips and hugged him. When I hugged him he winced   "Are you hurt?"  
"I think you hurt my shoulder when you ran into me."  "I hurt you, after 
you just beat up the world's biggest badass?" We started to laugh again.  I 
was so upset that I laughed and cried at the same time.  



"He was punching you in the face. Didn't it hurt?" "Oh it hurt.  He's really 
knows karate and he hits like a Georgia Mule but I didn't get hurt 
because I was slipping his punches: His punches were only grazing my 
face. I wanted him to hit me so I could grab his arm and break his elbow." 
"You let him punch you in the face? I will never understand men but you 
were so brave." I kissed him again but this time I was careful not to hurt 
him.  Then I pulled myself together and hailed a cab. I took Ola to his 
doctor and the doctor bandaged his shoulder and gave him a shot for the 
pain.    



It was after that that I finally felt I knew Ola well enough to trust him. It 
was about a week after the fight that I finally got up the nerve to tell him 
my big secret. I went to the shop early before we usually go uptown and 
asked to talk to him in his office. Once we were alone I started to get 
nervous. Ola must have thought that I was going to leave. "Georgia you 
know you can trust me."  "After you protected Lana I know I can trust 
you but I am afraid you will be ashamed of me."  Ola looked surprised 
and said, "Ashamed? After the way you helped me with Lana you are my 
hero. I don't know any one who could have done a better job. You were 
there for me and I will be there for you. I am a photographer and I know 
you. You may think its bad but it's really not that bad. You know that you 
can tell your fairy Godmother anything." 



"It's terrible. I want to have sex my father." Ola smiled, "Half of the girls 
in the city either are having sex with their fathers or wish they were. 
Believe me when it comes to sex in this city, I know everything.  If it's an 
older guy you want I could arrange something."   "Sure like I want to 
screw some 40 year old businessman who is fat and bald.  I rather screw 
you."  Ola jumped out of his chair.  I never saw him react like that before. 
I could tell right away he wasn't angry. I don't think he knew what he felt 
but I did. He sat down quickly and regained his composure.   "Your father 
really is a hunk.  He could easily make six figures as a model if he wanted 
to, but that's not the reason is it?"   "I am attracted to him but I want to be 
special to him because he's important.  It's like his life is a movie where 
he is the star and everyone in my family, me included, is an extra.  We 
aren't even actors we're extras. We just stand in the background but we 
don't even get to say anything. I want to say something.   I want to be 
someone."      



"First of all when did you decide to seduce him?" "I don't know it seems I 
always wanted him but after he moved to New York I really started 
thinking about it." "Ok, did you act on an impulse or did you have a 
plan?" "Both, I was trying to put together a plan when I just acted. Jill, 
you know, Jill Davenport was helping me"  "Well that's a shock." "People 
think she is a prude but she just doesn't like models getting ahead 
through sex. She says girls shouldn't be prostitutes. She said she almost 
wished her father would do her so he would pay attention to her."  "Well 
you could have no better teacher me included. She is best model that I 
have ever seen.  She can read people in an instant and she can act, but 
why didn't you ask me for help?"  "I was afraid to tell anyone. I wouldn't 
have said anything to Jill except she brought it up. After we got to know 
each other she told me the first thing she noticed about me was I had a 
fantasy about seducing my father.  She offered to help. She got me to take 
better care of myself like letting my nails grow. She sent me to a doctor 
who helped me get ready for sex and prescribed birth control pills. She 
gave me some exercises to do so it wouldn't hurt to have sex the first 
time. She taught me a lot about sex like how to kiss and act like I was 
attractive."



"Still you should have come to me."  "I didn't trust you until after the 
fight. There was something about you that I didn't understand now I 
know I can trust you."  Ola shook his head and said, "Didn't you know 
that you are one of my girls." "You never said I was until now.  Now that I 
know I am one of your girls you have my promise. If I ever try anything 
like this again I will tell you." 



"Ok, that's settled. When did you start trying to seduce him?" "It was 
right after Lana came to town.  Seeing her made me decide to try it.  I was 
supposed to wait until Jill said I was ready.  She said she had a plan all 
worked out for me but if I tried it on my own I would blow it.  I think that 
she was hoping that I would change my mind." "It seems that Jill doesn't 
know everything.  Once you decide to do something nothing can stop 
you." "I haven't seen her in nearly a month. I know she is very busy trying 
to get some big contract.  I hadn't seen her for two weeks before Lana 
came to town. Seeing what happened to Lana made me feel impatient 
and I went ahead on my own.  I started rubbing my breasts in his back 
and walking out of the shower nude.  Then I even put on skirt and spread 
my legs for him but he just looked away. He just ignored me like he 
always does." 



"Well he won't be ignoring you.  Wait just a damn minute what you are 
going to do the next day?"  "The next day?" "This isn't a movie where they 
roll the credits when your dad kisses you. There is another scene. You 
wake up next to him in his bed, then what?"  "Oh god I didn't think of 
that." "Well you must" "I only want to do it once and disappear." "Like 
Cinderella, that's crazy?" He look down and said, "But you really want 
this so. God let me think." He closed his eyes and bent his head. The he 
leaned back, held his head and looked up. "Oh my God I am a Fairy 
Godmother.  I've got it. You can appear out of nowhere and then 
disappear only to reappear like butterfly." "What are you talking about?" 
He took his hands away and looked straight at me and said "I am sorry 
but being a genius isn't easy. There will be a sexy Georgia who will appear 
out of nowhere.  Then she will disappear only to be replaced by a 
beautiful woman who will be both daughter and escort for you father. 



Here is how we are going to do it. The day before your rendezvous with 
dad you will have a makeover, an extreme makeover. It will be so extreme 
that he won't recognize you. Then after a night of wild sex you will slip 
away when he is asleep. Then the next day you will have another extreme 
makeover. It will be so extreme that your father won't recognize you from 
the night before." "Ola nobody can do that." "Nobody but me that is, It's 
going to work because your father isn't rational when it comes to one 
woman. Your father and I share an obsession. We both love the same 
woman and you will be that woman for one night." "Who?"  "Why do you 
think your father called you Marilyn?" "No, you can't mean?" "Yes, 
Georgia your real name is Marilyn and I am going to turn into Marilyn, 
Marilyn Monroe.    



Before I could say anything he went into the shop and pulled everyone in
to the office. "This is going be quick because I know some of you are busy.
This is top priority. Georgia is going to be having an extreme makeover soon.
I don't know when so don't ask. I need a total written evaluation ASAP. 
That's: hair skin nails. Then take samples and send them out to the lab. 
After you are done send her up to the studio.  I will be waiting and I need 
to take a lot of pictures." I was still in shock. I went out into the office and 
they started working on me.  Then they sent me up to the studio. Ola had 
everything set up for the pictures. He took all sorts of pictures both 
digital and film.  He even took infrared and ultraviolet pictures.



After he was finished we sat down and went over everything. Ola said, 
"We have two weeks to pull it off. It's going to be tight but we can do it. 
Thankfully I already know your hair nails and skin are in top shape. The 
whole thing is perfect because you were going to have a make over 
anyway. I have already been planning it for over a month. I knew you 
wanted to go places with your father and be his escort. I talked him into 
taking you to a gala at the Lincoln Center which will be taking place in 
two weeks. "He never told me anything about it." Ola shook his head and 
said, "He doesn't deserve you but his indifference will make our job 
easier. 



I have been training you to be your father's escort with out your 
knowledge."  "You mean, kind of like the movie Karate Kid where he 
teaches the kid wax on and wax off."  "Just like wax on wax off, only it 
was going to the theater and parties and wearing evening dresses for 
pictures." "You did that for me? You knew about my fantasy." "Yes, I saw 
something in you that Jill didn't see. I must admit that I feel jealous of 
her.  Here she is a little slip of a girl and she sees something about one of 
my girls that I missed. I hate to think what she will be like when she gets 
to be my age. 



What makes this perfect is the day before you go to the gala it's a full 
moon; the second full moon of the month and that makes it a Blue 
Moon."  Ola could see from my expression that I didn't know what he 
meant. "A full moon comes every 28 days so having two full moons in a 
month only happens rarely. It's nothing really, but there is an urban 
legend about the Blue Moon being magical.  Your father really is a 
brilliant man when it comes to business but he is often unaware and 
gullible when it comes to things that are happening around him. We 
know what his fantasy is and with that knowledge, we can make him 
believe that the Blue Moon is really magic. 



That night Ola had my dad come over to his place to tell him that his 
fantasy was going to be fulfilled.  He wanted me to eavesdrop from the 
bedroom so I knew the plan.  "Major it will be a Blue Moon in two 
weeks."  "Don't tell me that you believe in that nonsense?" "Haven't I 
done the miraculous for you at times?" "Yes you have done things that 
could only be described as magical."   "Well in two weeks on the night of 
the Blue Moon I will give you your fantasy, if you want it."  "Impossible." 
It got real ironic at that point. "You can't be mean Marilyn?" "Yes I am 
talking about Marilyn.  She isn't Marilyn Monroe of course but someone 
as beautiful; a blond bomb shell.  She will be an updated version of her. 
She will be taller and thinner and her face will be as beautiful."  "What 
am I going to have to do?"  "First you will have to accept that Marilyn will 
appear as an act of magic on my part. You must give me your word that 
you won't be asking me who she really is or investigating where she came 
from or try to find her." "Ok, if this happens then I will really owe you." 



"On Friday August 30th after you leave for work you won't go back to 
your place until its 9 pm. Instead you will come here between 6 and 7 pm 
for dinner. Along with dinner we will be having a few drinks and we will 
be smoking marijuana."  "Marijuana?  I don't do drugs."  "Come on, you 
told that me you smoked before and you inhaled."  "I was young then.  I 
don't want a scandal."  "Well this night will also be a scandal so if you 
don't want it?" "Now wait a minute. I didn't say I wouldn't do it. I will do 
what ever it takes." "Ok that's better."  "What about Georgia?"  "Don't 
worry she is going to be staying at a friend's house. I already made the 
arrangements.  You will have their phone number."  




"Speaking of Georgia, remember the very next night will be her debut as 
your escort. Have you gotten the tickets for the gala at the Lincoln Center 
and have you told Georgia that you are taking her?"  "The mayor already 
had two tickets sent over to my office. I haven't had a chance to talk to 
Georgia lately. She has been spending a lot of time with your friend Lana, 
but we are going out for dinner tonight. She isn't going to be wearing 
jeans to the Gala, is she?"  "No, I will transform your little girl into a 
woman with the help of the Blue Moon."  "My dad gave a chuckle and 
said, "That Blue Moon must be really big mojo, eh." "Major you have no 
idea. On that night she will be totally changed.  Her hair will be cut and a 
new color.  She won't be dressed like a little girl. She will be wearing an 
evening gown. She will be an adult and great escort for you. You need to 
discuss the whole thing with her tonight. I think you will be surprised 
about how sophisticated she is.  She will be staying overnight at a friend 
house on the 30th. You won't be seeing her until 6 pm on the 31st unless 
you join us at Camera of course. It's there that she will be having a total 
makeover.  I doubt that you will recognize her. On the night you go to the 
gala take her to a nice place for dinner; brief her and have the two of you 
work out a game plan for the night."   




The next two weeks were very busy. The only thing that stayed the same 
was my working out and doing the exercises that Jill gave me to do; it 
involved squeezing my pussy.  The doctor it called them kegel exercises. I 
don't think that Jill knew it was called that. I did it all the time anyway 
and I could do it for hours.  I also worked on something Jill showed me 
about not having a gag reflex. 



Ola and I brought a whole fall wardrobe with daddy's money. The clothes 
that seemed the strangest were the lingerie.  We ended up getting ten 
complete outfits with matching shoes. We got a lot of strapless half bras 
because when I got fitted for the bras it turned out my breasts pointed 
upward so they didn't need any support. Actually they pointed up so 
much that my nipples were above the bra. Normally I like a lot of support 
for my breasts but it was good to know that they didn't sag. 




Ola ordered three hand made dresses that had to be ready before the day 
of the first makeover.  The yellow evening gown was the one I was going 
to wear to the opera. The red evening gown would serve as a back up for 
either night.  The last dress was the famous dress from the "Seven Year 
Itch. It was a billowy, white crepe halter-top dress with a pleated skirt. 
On my own I would have never believed that I could carry it off but I 
believed that Ola would some how work a miracle.




They stripped off all my body hair not only from my underarms and the 
other place but from every place but the top of my head of course. They 
removed most of it with a laser.  Then they did a lot of things with my 
skin.  Ola said that normally my skin didn't need much but with all the hair 
removal it needed extra care.  Ola said they were going to use a special 
makeup for that night.  It was movie makeup and wouldn't come off.  
Even the lip stick which looked very shiny and soft would be permanent 
until it was taken off. The makeup would make my skin whiter and look 
not as rosy as it usually looked. It contained real pearls and an ultraviolet 
pigment so I would seem to glow especially in the moonlight and the 
night was going to be a full moon.  Best of all, the makeup will feel both 
to me and anyone who touched me like it was my real skin.   



The two weeks went fast and I was so anxious that I couldn't sleep the 
night before. I finally went over to Ola's about 6 am.  He was still asleep 
but he didn't mind me coming over, I did it all the time.  Actually his 
place seemed more like home then my own place. I played around on his 
computer setting up a play list of songs for tonight. After he got up I 
made us both breakfast.   




We got to Camera around noon because there was so much to do. They 
closed the shop and kept me in the back and wouldn't let me see a thing. I 
was in the chair for hours.  It really doesn't take that long if you are just 
going to the hair dressers but if you want the best and you want an 
extreme make over it takes longer much longer.  Ola even sent a sample 
of my hair to a lab.  He ran the dozens of pictures into the computer and 
planned out my look. I still didn't know what it was. 




Ola had a team of people work on me.  He wasn't going to be there until 
the experts, as he called them, were finished. He got a colorist from 
Clairol in Stamford, Connecticut to come in and mix everything up from 
scratch. He striped and colored my hair. After my hair was colored I 
couldn't help but see it was platinum blond. Then someone else cut my 
hair and then the colorist set it.




After my hair was done I noticed that I was getting more and more 
impatient to have sex. You would think that I would be getting more and 
more anxious as the day went on. I think that girls are scared the first 
time they have sex because they aren't in control and they aren't the ones 
who are doing the work. After being worked on for over three hours I 
wanted to see how I looked and I wanted to have sex. I think that sitting 
in the chair with nothing to do but squeeze my pussy made have played a 
part too. It was the first time that I ever felt horny.  



Then it was time for the makeup. A makeup artist who worked for a 
movie company came in and put on the body makeup. Then she covered 
me with powder from head to toe.  Then she made up my face. She used 
about five different shades of red for my lips and she put on some pale 
violet and lavender eye shadow which she said was perfect for my 
cornflower blue eyes.  Ola's manicurist used several shades of red nail 
polish to match my lips. The makeup artist helped me get dressed. The 
outfit that Ola picked out for the night was all white. It was the 7 year itch 
dress with high heels, a shiny satin strapless half bra and garter belt with 
black shear stockings. 



After everything was done, Ola came in the room to show me what I 
looked like. Then before he could even say anything, Brian came in and 
said the mayor called and needed to talk Ola.  Ola had to take it because 
we still weren't able to reschedule his photo shoot and there was an 
election coming up. I couldn't stand it.  I ran out of the back of the shop 
and looked in the mirror but I wasn't there. There were other people in 
the mirror but none of them was me.  I actually wondered if he made me 
invisible so I started making faces and then there was a beautiful woman 
in the mirror making faces back at me.  She was a blond bomb shell like 
Marilyn: It was me.  It was me. 



I ran out of the shop.  I was running and then realized that I had to stop. I realized
that if I was going to be a woman I had to start acting like one. I had to stop running! 
I had to stop running away!


Somehow, I had already collected a crowd of males. A teenage boy asked if I were 
Marilyn Monroe.  A car actually pulled over and a man got out.  I asked the men to walk 
me back to Camera. I told them I walked right by it and it was only a half a block away. 
About 5 guys formed my first entourage.  When I got back to the shop, Ola opened the 
door for me.  I thanked the group for their help:  I bent my knees and bent over just a 
little, smiled, blew them a kiss and went inside. Ola locked the door and gave me a hug. I 
was proud that he didn't have to save me and so was he. 


We went over to a mirror. In my Marilyn voice I said, "My God, Mr. Ola 
what have you done?  "You can do her voice." Sure, I practiced watching 
her movies with Jill." "That girl, will wonders never cease."  Ola showed 
me some pictures. The first one was a picture of the famous National 
Geographic cover with the picture of the Afghani girl on it. "Look at her. 
She was 12 years old and the most beautiful woman in the world.  No one 
was as beautiful as she: She was in a class by herself. Lucky for her, she 
didn't know it until many years later.  She was so beautiful that people 
searched for her until they found her tribe. Her picture caused people 
from all over the world to give money to help her and her tribe and led to 
a fund helping girls in Afghanistan get an education. You are that 
beautiful."

"But I'm ugly. I have monster eyes and hay for hair." He showed me a
picture of Marilyn Monroe as a child. Now that he pointed it out she
reminded me of me. "She does look like me in away. I never saw it.
She sure has big eyes and plenty of hair like me. Her hair is even thick
like mine."  "Yes my dear the strands of your hair are thick like hers." I 
learned about hair when I was learning to take pictures of models so I 
said, "You mean I have the best kind of hair?" "Honey, you have the best 
kind of everything. 

Remember the Bond Girl who didn't want you on the set.  She said you were
so beautiful that being around you made her feel ugly. All the models could
see it: Anyone in the business could see that you were very beautiful. No one
said anything because they understood how shy you were." 


Brian came up he was frantic. "Ola, do something.  They're trying to 
break into the shop."  They hustled me into the back room and took off 
the dress.  They put me back into my sweatshirt and jeans, which I hated 
all the sudden, and they covered my hair with a scarf.  Then Ola, Brian, 
the makeup woman and I snuck out the back and went up to Ola's.    



After we got to Ola's Brian took a big box filled with light bulbs out of a 
closet. Then he and the makeup woman who was carrying the dress went 
over to my place. I expected to go with them but Ola took me into the 
kitchen. He poured us both a glass of Champaign, and then he produced 
a plate with 4 brownies.  We were both are going the share some 
brownies.  I knew right way they had marijuana in them. I said, "I never 
had marijuana before." "Don't worry, you won't even feel it.  For dad not 
to recognize you he has to be high and if you're not high too he will seem 
like a jerk to you." "It looks like I will be doing a lot of new things 
tonight."  "Don't worry that's the best way. If you are going to be doing 
new things then go all the way. Tomorrow, the marijuana will give the 
night the feel of a dream, but you will know that it really happened." One 
thing that I wasn't: was worried. I was impatient, horny and ready for 
anything. I ate the brownies. 



After that we walked into the living room.  Ola said, "Sit down Georgia." 
We sat.  He looked me straight in the eye and said, "Truly beautiful 
women live in a different world.  You attract crowds.  You can say most 
anything to a man and he will believe your every word is transcendent 
wisdom.  After tonight it will be a years before you become the blond 
bombshell again. Hopefully you will be famous first so you won't get type 
cast.  Tomorrow I will transform you into a beautiful woman who will 
look very different.  The emphasis will be on your eyes not your mouth.  I 
have several magazines covers lined up for you including, Cosmopolitan."  
I realized then, that Ola would get people anything they wanted, even if 
they didn't know that they wanted it. I said, "Thank you. I didn't know it, 
but it's what I really, really want." It was a good excuse so I jumped up 
and gave him a kiss on the mouth. 



Ola stood up and said, "Come on let's get you dressed." "Sorry Ola but I 
would rather have the makeup woman help me. She knows wardrobe" 
Ola, always the Southern Gentleman said, "Suit yourself. I am going to 
back to the shop. Oh, you should know that Brian is putting in special 
light bulbs in the living room and your father's room. They work like 
regular light 3 way light bulbs but they also give off ultraviolet light. You 
can't see the light but it will make everything look different. Your face 
won't look the same in the light but you will still look very beautiful. The 
light along with the high heels will make you look taller. Your complexion 
will look white with a slight bluish cast and the lights and the makeup 
together will make you actually glow.  Oh, and make sure that Brian sets 
the lights to their lowest setting. You know Brian." "You really planned 
everything out didn't you?" "Knowing your father I expect he will try to 
come over early. That's why after Brain changes the light bulbs he 
supposed to wait on the street to intercept your father."  As I left I heard 
Ola call after me. "Make sure you drink all the Champaign it's too good to 
waste." 



I entered the living room through the French doors only to see Brian 
knock over a lamp and then fall down when he was tying to pick it up.  I 
helped Brian to his feet and picked up the lamp.  I went into my bedroom 
and Brian followed me holding a light bulb. I told Brian that he didn't 
need to change any bulbs in my room.  Brian handed me the light bulb he 
was holding and ran off.  



I told the woman that I thought the Seven Year Itch dress was something 
Ola would like but it was too gay for my father. She agreed and after 
looking through the outfits we decided that the matching bright red shiny 
satin outfit with high heels, strapless half bra and garter belt with shear 
red stockings worked better. I took off my clothes went into the bathroom 
and cleaned up. The makeup woman powdered me all over my body and 
face and freshened up the lip stick.  She showed me how to put on the 
powder and lipstick.  It worked a little different from the makeup I was 
used to, but I already had made up plenty of models before, so it wasn't 
hard to learn. Then she helped me put on the underwear. 



I thanked the woman for her help and told her that she could leave. I was 
going to take off the underwear and rest a little. Ola was going to call me 
about a half an hour before my dad came over so I could get ready.  I 
needed a nap with all the running around. Just after the woman left 
Brian came into my room and did a double take. Even "Gay Brian" was 
aroused.  I realized that I must really be something.  "I, I" He kept 
looking down at my body. "Fa" "Got, Got" I had to step in so I said to him 
what I thought he was trying to say. "I got everything done and now I am 
going to leave." Brian turned to go and said over his shoulder.  "You got 
me excited and now I'm all flustered.  I am going to stand guard."  




After he left, I took off my clothes. Then when I was about to lie down, I 
saw a light bulb on the bed.  I figured that Brian forgot to put a bulb in 
the lamp that he knocked over. I put on my bathrobe and walked into the 
living room. It was just as I thought. I just finished putting the bulb in 
when someone barged into the apartment.  It had to be dad.  I dove 
under the couch not a moment too soon.  He had brought in flowers for 
the place.  There were so many that I could smell their perfume. I 
couldn't believe that he got by Brian. I tried to call Ola but my cell was in 
the pocket of my robe and I was so jammed up under the couch that I 
couldn't get to it.  I managed to wiggle it out of my pocket. Then I slowly 
bent over enough to get the top of my finger on it. My finger kept slipping 
off but I finally managed to get a grip on it. I called Ola but he couldn't 
hear me at first because he was on the street.  I kept whispering he's here, 
he's here.  Finally; Ola got it.  




Ola flew into the apartment. "Major what are you doing?" "Flowers; I was 
in my office and I realized the place needed flowers."  "You know you 
weren't supposed to come here until dark."  "I brought her a diamond 
bracelet."  "Come on." "We have to leave now.  No gifts, I told you that. 
She is a magical creature and if you give her something it will destroy you 
both." I managed get out from beneath the sofa fast enough to see Ola 
push dad out the apartment.  




I sat down on the couch for a minute to steady my nerves.  When I got up 
to walk back into my room I heard someone behind me saying, "Champaign."
I almost jumped out of my skin. I whorled around: It was Brian. "Brian what
the hell, are you doing here? You said you were going to watch for dad. He
almost caught me." "You got me so confused that I forgot to tell you tell you
that I forgot the Champaign." "Brian just put the Champaign in the fridge and
set out some glasses I am going to bed."  I went in and lay down. 




The next thing I knew the cell was vibrating.  It was Ola saying, "Hurry, I 
don't think I can hold him."  I never talked to Ola like that before but I 
said, "You can and you will: Do your job so I can do mine."  I didn't wait 
for a reply.  I hung up and got myself ready.




It was ten to nine and I was in the living room trying to find the best way 
to drape myself over the couch.  I finally found a good spot and was going 
crazy with anticipation when I realized that I forget the Champaign. I ran 
into the kitchen and got the Champaign and the glasses. Brian actually 
set them out. Will wonders never cease?  I got back to the living room 
and put the glasses down on the end table next to the couch. I was trying 
to open up the Champaign when suddenly there was a loud pop, the cork 
flew across the room and the Champaign erupted. I looked up and there 
he was standing in front of me. 




The first thing he said was, "Marilyn!" I though at first that he recognized 
me but no; I could see he was already aroused. I poured the Champaign 
and put the bottle down on the end table. I picked up the glasses and 
handed him one.  I took a sip and he looked at me from head to toe. Then 
he took a little drank from the glass. His expression showed that he 
wasn't at all interested in Champaign. He took the glass out of my hand 
and put both glasses down on the end table. He kissed me passionately 
and his tongue penetrated my mouth.  It was my first real kiss. He 
pushed me down on the couch and kept kissing me. I became caught up 
in his passion and I had to get my bra off. I tried to get up but he grabbed 
me by my bra strap, and yanked me back down on the couch and 
unhooked it. I pulled off my bra and flung it away as far as I could. Then I 
turned and started kissing him.  




I ripped off his tie, pulled his shirt open and started kissing his chest. 
When I licked his nipples he started shaking like he was having a fit.  
Then he suddenly rolled over and tried to get up. It was my turn to drag 
him down and yank off his shirt. He turned and started kissing me again 
and while he was doing it he threw his clothes in every direction.  He 
kissed me deeply and then started sucking my tits. I went crazy and I 
franticly kicked off my high heels. Then I grabbed the straps of the garter 
belt and freed one of the stockings. I bent my leg and got a grip on the toe 
of the stocking and was pulling it off when he grabbed the stocking out of 
my hand stood up pulling it completely off and then threw it away. 
Somehow he pulled me to my feet and yanked down my garter belt and 
the remaining stocking which caused me to fall back on the couch. When 
he turned and threw them away I jumped on his back threw my arms 
around and started kissing his back and neck. He some how got his shoes 
off.  Then he stood up and I was sliding off of him until I grabbed his belt 
and hung on. I undid his belt and as I was pulling open his fly his pants 
ripped. I pushed him over. I stood up and yanked his torn pants off and 
threw them somewhere.  By the time I did that he had gotten his 
underpants off.  I looked down and saw his erect penis and I went for it.   
I fell on his cock and swallowed it but I didn't know what to do after that. 
Thankfully he took over and started fucking my mouth. 




I realized then that I didn't think of him as dad or Major, he was a man, 
my man. I frigged myself while he fucked my face.  The he got more 
excited and pushed my head and back and forth as he fucked my mouth.  
All the sudden I could hear him groaning.  I could actually taste his come.  
He kept pushing his scum down my throat with his big dick.  I loved the 
way it tasted and when he stopped coming. I wanted more so I started 
sucking his dick like nipple.  He was groaning and writhing around and I 
kept sucking him until his dick until it got small.  




I knew things weren't over but I wanted to do them in a bed so I made a 
mad dash for his bedroom. He ran after me and tackled me just before I 
got to his bed.  He rolled me over and started to eat me.  He licked my 
pussy and when he licked my clit I went nuts. I started pushing my pelvis 
up and down.  He grabbed my ass and held on. Then he pushed his 
tongue inside of me and pushed his tongue against the base of my pussy 
and I was in total ecstasy.  He kept going back between the base of my 
pussy and my clit and I kept moving up and down.  After a while I felt 
goose flesh all over my body and then waves and waves of pleasure swept 
over me. I couldn't move up and down any more so I pushed his face 
against my cunt and I came in his mouth. "Oooh aaaah aah ah oooh."  
The pleasure was so intense I bent my legs and spread them inviting him 
to fuck me but instead, Major picked me up and cradled me in his arms. 




He pulled back the covers and dropped me on the bed.  Then he got on 
top of me and started kissing me again. He covered my face with kisses. 
Then he gently fondled my breasts while he explored my mouth with his 
tongue.  He moved up and pushed his dick against my pussy. He rubbed 
it up and down along my slit and every time he hit my clit I cried out with 
pleasure. I could see from his face he was savoring the experience but I 
couldn't take the suspense and I wanted him in me. I said, "Fuck me 
please fuck me," His answer was to gently push his penis into my slit but 
not in me.  I was rocking back and forth on his dick trying to pull him in. 
He acted like his prick was too big for it to fit inside me. Just before he 
just entered me, I was so frantic with pleasure I said, "Split me in half.  
Kill me with your dick. Kill me kill me." He smiled at my desperation and 
entered me; just. He only put the head of it in; the Sadist. He vibrated it 
inside me. Then as if, it took a great deal of effort, he slowly pushed his 
penis in a little and then pulled it back and gave my pussy a little fuck. 
Then he would push it a little more and repeat the process again and 
again. He moved deep and deeper into me with excruciating slowness. It 
was nothing short of sweet torture. I felt so good that it hurt. He made 
me feel grateful for every inch that he penetrated.  Then suddenly he held 
me tight and shoved it all the way in. He was in me and I was no longer a 
virgin; he looked down on me as I shaped my pussy around his dick.  I 
could see the conquest in his eyes and I felt proud to have caught him.  
He was mine at that moment. It was the first time he really paid attention 
to me and treated me like I was important.  Then he slowly started 
pumping me again.  He kept fucking me and I got higher and higher, I 
said, "I'm coming.  Oh God.  I'm coming. Ooooh aaaah." 




Then we rolled over and I was on top.  I fucked him by instinct.  I never 
saw a girl on top before but I was so aroused that somehow I knew what 
to do. I kept fucking him and letting the tingling in my skin turn into 
orgasms.  His dick got really big I and started fucking him faster and 
faster.  Then he tried to get on top but I wanted to be on top.  We 
wrestled. I was on top and then he was. We kept going back and forth like 
that and rolling around on the bed.  We were too full of passion to really 
know what we were doing. We kept rolling around until we got all tangled 
up in the covers. 



We were both trapped, wrapped up in the covers and we couldn't move. I 
couldn't feel his prick and I wondered if he was still hard so I tried the 
kegel exercise on him. When I squeezed his cock he went nuts and 
started yelling. I couldn't believe his reaction so I squeezed it again.  
"OOOh ahh, that's it baby.  No one ever did that to me before." Well I 
already knew that if something works keep on doing it.  So I relaxed and 
squeezed it again. "Good God.  I never dreamed. Aaah Aaah."  I looked in 
his face and trapped his eyes. I said, now I have you.  You're mine." I 
experimented with squeezing him and I found that I could pull him 
inside me and then relax and do it again. My man said, "You planned 
this! You're a goddess" I never thought the kegel to could give a man such 
pleasure. I wondered for moment if Jill knew about his. I kept going. This 
was what I always wanted.  I had him, I had my FATHER in my power 
and I was going to give him the greatest experience of his life.  I kept 
milking his dick.  "This is the best. You're milking me.  You're milking 
me. God this is unbelievable."  I just kept milking him.   I just worked it 
and worked it.  Then I settled back into a rhythm and started kissing him.  
I put my tongue into his mouth and explored it.   I could feel his dick 
responding to my kisses.  I broke the kiss and said, "I love you. I love 
you." This got him even more excited. He responded and said, "I am so 
excited I can't move.  What are you doing to me?  I never knew I never 
knew..."  He never got a chance to answer.  I bore down and pumped him 
harder and faster.  Suddenly he responded.  I could feel his penis 
twitching inside me.  He responded by yelling, "Oh god ah ah ah my Oh 
Gaaa ah ah ah ah God.  I'm coming. I'm coming. Oh my God God God 
god Damn ooh aaaaah." The man started thrashing around and started 
pushing his hands around my body. " Oh oh oh ahhhhaaa. He writhed 
and writhed around but kept coming. He got so excited that he begged 
me to stop. "Stop Stop I can't stand it." Not a chance I was in charge and I 
kept milking him. You're killing me. I'm begging. Stop. Ooooo ahhh." I 
couldn't feel his come inside of me but I knew he was coming so I kept it 
up. "OOOOHa Please please stop please stop oh god it's heaven 
ahhhaaahhhh."  Then his penis stopped twitching and started to shrink. I 
kept milking him until there was nothing left.  "Thank you for not 
stopping. I never dreamed..." He gave me a passionate kiss and after he 
broke the kiss he passed out. 



It wasn't easy getting free.  I eventually managed to wiggle out the cocoon 
that we made with our passion. Then I unrolled dad and tucked him in. 
He was so still that I checked his pulse but he was fine.  I was pretty 
proud of my first sexual experience.  I controlled the man I most idolized 
and admired and I was the one who walked away.                     



The first thing I did was go to my room. I filled the tub and cleaned 
myself up inside and out.  Then I put on my bathrobe and slippers.  I 
found my clothes if you can call them that. I had no idea how wild things 
had gotten until I started to look for them. They were all over the 
apartment. I put my shoes, bra, garter belt and stockings in a plastic 
garbage bag. I got dad's clothes. After checking all his pockets, I put his 
wallet, belt and shoes on the kitchen table. Then I put his clothes in 
separate bag. I straightened up the place a little. Then I took the bags to 
the trash shoot. I put the bag with dad's clothes down the shoot. Then I 
poured a bottle of beach over my things and shoved the second bag down 
the shoot.  Most everything was made of silk so the bleach should have 
dissolved everything by morning.  



Then I went back to the apartment.  I washed my face and hands. I 
restyled my hair.  My body makeup was in pretty good shape.  After a 
good powdering from head to toe and freshening up the makeup, I 
looked even better then I did at the beginning of the night.  I put on the 
famous white dress but instead of wearing the white satin lingerie that 
Ola picked out I chose something that would seem less threatening. I 
chose a white lace strapless half bra and matching garter belt with nude 
stockings and clear sandal high heels.  



I found the bottle of champagne and the two glasses on the end table next 
to the couch. Between us we didn't even finish one glass. I drank what 
was left in the glasses. Then I took the Champaign and the glasses with 
me.  



It was midnight when I stepped out on the balcony. I walked over to Ola's 
side. I opened the French doors and entered Ola's living room. The first 
thing I heard when I entered the apartment was his alarm clock was 
going off. I guess he believed that I would fall asleep in dad's bed and he 
would have to come and get me.  He probably thought that he would have 
to carry me to his spare bedroom and while I slept, he would be the one 
to clean up dad's apartment. 



I turned on his computer and opened up a play list of love songs that I 
had already made up this morning on Ola's computer.  I linked it to his 
sound system.  He was washing his face in the bathroom when Rainy 
Night in Georgia came on. I turned out the lights in the living room.  The 
light from the computer and the moonlight from the balcony meant that 
you could see well enough to move around but you couldn't see any 
details. He hadn't really gotten good look at me as Marilyn and I was 
counting on that and the play list.  I was also hoping that maybe the Blue 
Moon really was magic and Marilyn, where ever she was, would hear my 
prayers and help. 



He came into the living room and went to turn on the lights but I asked 
him not to. He came over to the couch. He seemed worried and said, 
"How did it go?"  "It was great but that's not what I want to talk about. 
Come sit down and have some Champaign." "Is this is the same bottle I 
got for you and your dad?" "Yes, but dad couldn't be bothered with 
Champaign he had other things on his mind. "So how was dad, anyway?"  
"He's asleep. What happened between me and Major is his story, history 
if you will, but this is your story. Know your role." "And what is my role?" 
'Georgia on My Mind' with Righteous Brothers came on.  "Finish your 
Champaign and I will tell you." He did as he was told and I finished my 
glass too. Then I poured us both another glass. We listened to the song 
for a little while. He finished his glass. "Now that's a good boy. If you 
don't finish the bottle we will have to have it for breakfast." He finished 
his glass and I poured him another." "Georgia, are you trying to make me 
drunk?" "Yes, I need you both drunk and high.



Ola, do you remember when you discovered that you were gay.  "Sure it 
was right after my mother died."  "Except you're not." "Not what?' "Gay"  
"What do you mean not gay?" I said with a smile, "Aren't gay guys, guys 
who do it with other guys?" "Yes." "You don't do it with other guys, do 
you?"  "I am not active. It's too dangerous." I shook my head and said, 
"But you never did it with a guy or anyone else." I smiled and looked him 
in the eye and said, "Remember when I told you I had trouble trusting 
you, but I didn't know why. Everything became clear when you told Willit 
that you weren't gay." "You heard that, did you?" 



"You keep telling people you were out with Alex when your mother died?" 
"Yes." "Her name was Alexandra Watts, wasn't it?" "How did you know?" 
"I did a little checking after your conversation with Willit."  "I never said I 
was out with a boy." "But you let everyone think it, didn't you? Your 
mother didn't like her." "Mother said she was White Trash and she was 
right, if I only listened to her.  When I met her that night I saw it. I 
realized that I only went out with her because I thought she would have 
sex with me. We fought and instead of going home I got drunk."  
"Underneath it all you're shy. You went out with Alex because you 
thought she was the only one who would have sex with you. You work 
with the most beautiful women in the world and by being gay you never 
had to take any chances. And, being a Southern Gentleman, you were too 
honorable to seduce anyone.



After you found out about your mother's death you made a promise 
didn't you. You promised her that you would never desire any woman 
again." "How did you know?"  "Don't forget I just lost my mother and
I know how hard it is to let go. It was after you made your promise that
you started dreaming about, Marilyn Monroe wasn't it?" "She was
abandoned just like I abandoned my mother." "You thought that's why
you dreamed about her but that wasn't it." "How can you know that?"
"I know because we are two sides of the same wish: A wish to be beautiful
woman: A wish for a beautiful woman. I wanted to be beautiful and you
wanted a woman who was so beautiful that she would seduce you out of your
promise to be gay: Someone to overwhelm your defenses, so you could let go
of your mother and allow her to move on.." 




The computer started playing 'Dream a little Dream of Me' with Cass 
Elliot.  "You know that your mother never wanted that promise. She 
didn't care if you were gay, straight or celibate she just didn't want you to 
be with someone who was beneath you. You know I'm right." Ola nodded 
there were tears in his eyes. "You are right but I can't change who I am 
now and I won't take advantage of you; someone under my protection."




I shook my head, "You are honorable; honorable to fault. So I am going 
to have to be the dishonorable one because I need this too. This 
morning I thought I was going to save you but now it turns out that I 
have to save myself too. If you look at Marilyn Monroe in her films you 
can see that underneath it all she had a desperate look about her?  Jill 
Davenport and I went over all of Marilyn's films again and again. She 
knew that she was beautiful but she didn't believe that anyone, that she 
loved, wanted her and that made her desperate.  She said that she didn't 
want to be a symbol but if she had to be a symbol she wanted to be a sex 
symbol. Sex connects us with everyone else but she was all alone because 
no one she loved let her know how desirable she was. They thought if 
they kept her desperate they would be able to possess her. They didn't 
love her enough to take the chance that they might lose her. To make it 
worse in the 50s anyone who was different was treated like a freak; 
someone not human. She was totally alone; not because she was so 
beautiful, but because she felt that no one she cared about wanted her 
and that drove her to her death.  




This afternoon when I looked in a mirror I thought I disappeared.  Now I 
know that I did.  I am not Georgia anymore I am something you created; 
a doll.  I fulfilled Major's, Marilyn fantasy and that was important but I 
wasn't a woman to him I was just a trophy.  Your mother dreamed of you 
and that made you real. Your dream made me this way but you dreamed 
of me as a beautiful doll not as a woman. You didn't dream of me as a real 
woman because you are afraid of sex. You created me: I wasn't born, so I 
am not connected to anyone or anything but you.  Only you can make me 
real and all you have to do is dream of me as a real woman, a desirable 
woman. If you admit the possibility of me being desirable then I can save 
us both but without your dreaming of me as a woman I will be lost 
forever and you will never be able to let go of your mother." Ola shook his 
head. "What would you have me do?  I can't fake something I don't feel."  
"And I wouldn't want you to.  All, I want is a chance Mr. Ola. Please 
dream a little dream of me, your Georgia Girl." "I can't say no, to you 
Georgia." I took his hand and led him out onto the balcony. 'Blue Moon' 
with the Ella Fitzgerald came on.




The full moon was brilliant; a perfect night for lovers. A brief shower had 
left the air sweet and clean. The clouds that had made the rain had fled 
but the cool breezes that had chased them away still remained. Perfume 
from the flowers below, filled the warm summer air. A magic glow, cast 
by the Blue Moon, freed all it touched from gravity's call: allowing beauty 
to reign supreme.   




We stood next to each other on the balcony looking at the moon. I leaned 
my breast into his arm. He reacted and said, "This is just too dangerous." 
I started talking like Marilyn. "I'm not dangerous."  "Oh yes you are. You 
don't know how dangerous." "Well maybe. Any girl can be dangerous on 
a night like this." "Georgia you aren't just any girl." "But I am still a girl: 
A girl who was made for you on this special night." "But what will happen 
tomorrow." "Tomorrow I will probably turn back into a pumpkin and you 
will turn back into my Fairy Godmother. But we are here together in this 
magic world.  Don't abandon me like they abandoned Marilyn."  He took 
me in his arms and said, "I will never abandon you."




I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed him as hard as I could.  I 
called his name and swung him around, so his back was against the 
railing. So far he never really had gotten a good look at me as Marilyn. 
This was my first real test. I whispered a little prayer to Marilyn took a 
deep breath and stepped back. I appeared before him as Marilyn, 
illuminated by the moon in the famous dress. He actually looked shocked 
for a second.  "Marilyn!  Georgia! Is that you?" 




I stepped forward and trapped his eyes and hoping to sound just like 
Marilyn I said, "Listen up mister, you need someone to make a man out 
of you and I am just the girl to do it."  Then I bent over at the waist and 
shook my hair. I ran my hands through my hair and the same time I 
pulled the halter top over my head but I held the dress against my breasts 
with my arms. Then I straightened up still shaking my head. When I 
reached up and primped my hair the dress fell to my waist exposing my 
breasts.  I looked surprised like I didn't know why my breasts were 
exposed and looking shy I innocently covered them with my hands. Then 
slowly I started fondling my breasts and as I did I closed my eyes and 
started breathing heavily. I opened my eyes and looked down at the dress 
clinging to my 20" waist.  I made an 'O" with my lips and gave a little 
pout. I looked confused like I didn't know why the dress didn't fall off. 
Then I pushed it down on the waist of the dress and wiggled out of it. I 
stepped back out of the dress and kicked it aside. Ebb Tide' with The 
Righteous Brothers came on. 




The garter belt and the half bra left both my nipples and my pussy 
exposed.  I could already see something stirring in his pants. Then I 
stepped forward and took his hands. I said, "Hold me I'm cold."  He took 
me in his arms.  "Georgia it's not that cold."  "It's a lot warmer in your 
bedroom."  "Now, Georgia."  I took his hands and put them on my 
breasts.  Then I reached underneath with my right hand and took his 
right hand and moved it down and pushed it against me so his hand 
cupped my pussy. Then I pushed his middle finger inside of me."  He 
started fingering me right away.  "Don't you want this juicy little Georgia 
peach?"  "Oh God, Georgia..." "I am not a god; just a woman."  "Do you 
really mean it? Do you really want me to fuck you?"  "Of course." "I didn't 
believe you were serious. Are you actually going to let me fuck you?"  "I 
couldn't stop you, Mr. Ola: I am completely in your hands." I could see 
him change at that moment back into the man that I saw in the fight; 
powerful and self assured.  He took me in his arms, bent me over and 
kissed me with passion. 




He literally swept me off of my feet and carried me into his bedroom. The 
covers were already pulled back. He gently placed me on the bed and I 
watched as he undressed for me.  I looked at him; bend my knees 
outward and fingered myself.  When he saw what I was doing.  I said 
"Please don't be ashamed of me, it's just that you are so beautiful and 
sexy." This pushed him past the point of no return. I knew he was going 
to do me or die trying. He was fully erect and he was big; bigger then I 
expected. They say gay guys are big. I could tell by the way he looked at 
me that he wasn't gay at least not any more.  




He reached down and helped me up.  He gave me a passionate kiss. After 
he broke the kiss, he turned me around kissing my back and shoulder 
again and again. He unhooked my bra and threw it across the room and 
then he started fondling my breasts.  He was kissing me on the neck and 
shoulder and then he turned me around and kissed me all over my face 
and lips.  Then he started turning me around again and again, kissing me 
on my shoulders, back, neck, face and lips. The turning made me dizzy 
and excited. 




He stopped me and gave me a full passionate kiss. Then he broke the kiss 
and gave me a little lip kiss. Then he kissed my neck and chest. He kept 
kissing me until he worked his way down to my nipples. Then he licked 
and sucked them.  He started making little circles on my skin with his 
tongue. He bent his knees and licked my stomach.  It was so intense 
feeling him go down on me, that I was afraid that I was going to faint. 
Finally he was kneeling between my legs. He kissed my pussy.  My knees 
buckled when he drove his tongue inside of me.  I put my hands on his 
head to steady myself and pull him closer. 




He pulled down the garter belt and my stockings.  Then he lowered me to 
the floor. He kissed my pussy as he removed all my things. When he was 
finished he kissed my mouth deeply and passionately.  As he explored my 
mouth I wrapped my legs around him trying to pull him into me.  He 
broke the kiss and gently swept us onto the bed. He hadn't entered me 
but he was between my bent legs.  He was giving me sweet kisses. He 
kissed my cheeks and my forehead. Then he kissed my eyelids and the tip 
of my nose which gave me chills. When he ran his tongue in my ear I 
almost went out of my mind. 




He pressed his penis against my pussy.  I said, "Why don't you take a stab 
at it." Well he went crazy. He shoved it in and started fucking me.  He 
was banging me like lost his mind.  I was scared and was hanging on for 
dear life and then he came. "Oh uah aaaah. AAAH ooou ooou aaaaah" He 
didn't come all that long. I let out a sigh of disappointment.  

"Don't worry Georgia you ain't seen nothing yet. I have been working with the most 
beautiful women in the world and I have years of lust for women that I haven't been able 
to express until now. Now that, that is over my dear we are going to do something even 
better we are going to make love. I am going to make love to you to and you are going to 
make love to me and we are going to make love to each other all night. 




He kissed me and he started to get hard again. He covered me again with 
sweet kisses and then he pushed his tongue into my mouth and down my 
throat and he was totally hard again.  He pulled himself up and 
triumphantly looked at me impaled on his cock. "I have so much love for 
you and there is so much that I want us to share. There is something 
special that I want to do for you so I am going to have to be in control."  


Then he started fucking me again.  He did wonderful things with his 
penis.  He kept finding places in me that I didn't know existed and giving 
them and me pleasure.  Somehow he knew how to rub my clit while he 
was fucking me.  When he rubbed my clit the pleasure was so intense it 
was almost painful.  Then he would shift back to my g-spot and plow his 
cock along the bottom of my pussy. I got so caught up in the pleasure that 
I faded out.  The next thing I knew my skin felt all tingly and waves of 
pleasure were pulsing through me. Somehow Ola knew and disapproved.  
"I'm sorry but I can't let you do that, not now." I didn't say anything 
because he was in control.  




He went back to pleasuring different parts of me.  But when the tingling 
started some how he would know and shift his penis and the tingling 
would stop. I murmured a few times for him to let me come but he told 
me to be quiet and just give myself to him.  His pumping me got me so 
high that it was frightening. By that time I felt like I was glowing.  He was 
fucking me very fast and I felt like I was on fire. 




Then I felt something deep inside of me. It felt different then the tingling 
in my skin. My uterus started to pulse. There was pleasure but it wasn't 
soft or nice.  It was so intense that it kicked my ass. It felt like a bomb 
was going off inside of me. I could feel my pussy contracting and 
relaxing.  It was like a Tsunami because it just kept going and going and 
nothing stopped it or could stop it until I was engulfed in pleasure. My 
eyes were closed and some how I saw a white light. Then I was the light.  
It was like I died and was something else: Something made out of 
pleasure. There was no time. Then I was me again and all I could feel was 
ecstasy. I heard myself moaning.  "Haaaah Haaaah mmmmmah oh god 
oh god."  I felt my body writhing under him. "Oh Oh Oh Oh aaaah aaah 
ah aha ah" I just drifted in and out of bliss letting the after shocks take 
me where they will.  




Then I could feel Ola change.  Something was different.  I knew he was 
about to come and I had to be there for him. I felt such peace being open 
to him: being his vessel of pleasure. He had gotten so stiff. Not just his 
penis which had grown huge but every muscle in his body was so tense 
that his skin was bulging. Then I saw his butt squeezing and letting go 
like he was pumping something into me. 

I started squeezing his prick with my pussy. He seemed surprised and
uttered one word, "Jesus." Then he was pumping something into me,
his come. "Aaaaaah aaaah aaaaaah."  He felt me milking his dick. 
"What are you doing to me?  OOOh God Ohh God.  I can't stand it."
He came and came again and yelled, "aaaaaah aaah aaaah oh my god."
I could feel his organism pulsing through me and I shared his pleasure.
He said, "I can't take it. I'm, oh stop please stop" There was no way I
would stop.  The pleasure was unbelievable with him fucking me while
I was milking him.  I was going to milk him dry.  He came again and
again and my pussy was pulsing with pleasure. I got so high on the
pleasure it was like another kind of organism. It wasn't a rhythm it was
pure pleasure.  Everything became clear perfectly clear and perfectly
beautiful.  Then we were groaning together.  Oh Oh Oh aaaaah oooh
aaaah. I seem to remember feeling Ola's lips on mine before I passed out. 




I was in a blissful sleep when heard Ola saying "Georgia are you awake."  
I said, "Just fuck me. Don't ask me again if I am awake. I want you to use 
me tonight. Don't ask permission for anything else either. Even if you 
want to kill me, don't ask, just do it. I belong to you."  He started fucking 
me again.  This time he let me feel the tingling in my skin and let the soft 
waves of pleasure play over me.  He fucked me, I don't know how many 
times, that night. I know that one time he had me bent over and was 
fucking me doggy style.  I had my way with him too. He was asleep when 
I sucked his dick hard and got on him.  It was such a sweet fuck.  I rocked 
back forth on him and just as I was about to come for the last time he 
opened his eyes, reached up and squeezed my breasts.  I came and lost 
myself in an ocean of pleasure. Then he rolled me over and proceeded to 
fuck me.  I don't remember if he came before I passed out or not.       




The next thing I remember; someone was banging on Ola's door. Ola 
must have been up because he quickly answered it. It was dad and I was 
afraid at first that he would come into the bedroom but Ola had 
everything under control. He kept dad in the kitchen. Dad said, "It was 
unbelievable. At first I actually thought it was Marilyn Monroe because 
she stuns you with her looks.  She may be prettier then her.  Not only is 
her figure better but I even think, that her face is nicer. This morning she 
was gone like she was never there.  What happened to her?  She was seen 
outside your place yesterday?" Ola sounded indignant and said, "Of 
course she was, I created her, but you agreed not to investigate." "I am 
sorry you can't blame a guy for trying."  "I can and I do.  You promised no 
investigation."  "I know.  I know.  I just lost my head.  I will let it go. You 
have my word.  I am not going to try to find her.  




Actually she is too much for me or any man.  She is the best lover that I 
ever had.  Beautiful women don't bother to learn about being good in bed 
because they don't have to but she must have forgotten more about sex 
then most women will ever learn. I will never forget this night or my 
gratitude to you. 




She milked my cock god damn it. I didn't believe it was possible but I am 
completely satisfied.  I will never be that desperate for sex again. After 
you are with her you have seen it all. You can't understand a word I am 
saying, can you? You're gay."  "Not any more: Not after I saw her.  Just 
looking at her made a man out of me. I only wish I had the night 
you had." "She straightened you out, did she? My God man, she's a 
goddess not a woman." "No Major that's where you are wrong, very 
wrong, she was never a goddess or a trophy she is woman, a real woman;
a woman like that is far more wonderful then any goddess."  Their praise made me 
feel so wonderful that I just closed my eyes and drifted into bliss.  




Then Ola said, "Wake up young lady.  Breakfast will be ready soon. Take 
a shower first.  He put down two plastic bottles on the night stand. When 
you get in the shower, cover yourself with the cream including your hair. 
Then turn on the shower and wash yourself all over using the body wash, 
it will wash off the body makeup and make your skin rosy again.  Use the 
shampoo and conditioner that's in the shower its ok for your hair. When 
you come out wear the robe I laid out for you on the chair. If you aren't 
covered up then I can't be held responsible."





As joke I took a scarf and covered my head like the Muslim women do. I 
thought that it would give Ola a laugh but he said, "Damn, you have the 
prettiest eyes and mouth that I have ever seen. I am glad you had enough 
sense to cover your head.  On a scale of 1 to 10 you are at least a 12. This 
is a challenge I never had to turn a 12 into a 10 before. I never worked 
with a 12 before but we can't have you going looking like you are more 
then a 10 actually we should shoot for a 9 plus or minus.  




Do you know we had to open the shop and let people look around so they 
knew you left? You drive people crazy."  "Maybe I should go back to being 
George." "No my dear George is dead and I will be coming out of the 
closet as a straight man.  You took away my shyness.  After last night 
everything is gravy."  




"God, what am I going to do?" "Just keep working as hard as you have 
been working and you will be fine. I knew you were learning to flirt 
behind my back and you got pretty good at it even though you were 
wearing baggy pants and a sweat shirt with hair covering your face. You 
learned to be attractive even though people couldn't see your face or your 
figure. You did it through shear hard work. Then when we made you 
pretty, all that hard work put you over the top. It isn't just your face or 
your body; it's also the you on the inside that makes you so beautiful.  
You must promise me that you will never try to get by on your looks 
because if you do you will end up losing everything. If you want to survive 
you will have to out work everyone. Work is the key to success not 
beauty, intelligence or talent. If other people do things for you then they 
will control you and with your looks that's deadly. Don't expect me to 
make decisions for you either I don't do that so you will still have to 
watch out for yourself and if you get married get out of the business 
first."                            




I didn't think that I could eat anything until Ola said, "I made you my 
special Georgia breakfast eggs, bacon, short cakes, biscuits and Logan 
Turnpike Mill grits."  Well you don't get Logan Turnpike Mill grits every 
day; not in New York anyway.  We said nothing more about last night. 




Tonight was another big night: First dinner with dad at a fancy 
restaurant; then a gala night at the opera with the mayor and his party. 
This was my debut in New York society.  Ola started briefing me. The first 
thing he said was, play little attention to the men and concentrate on the 
women. With your looks it will make the men all the more interested and 
make the women like you. Remember women are just as fascinated by 
beautiful women as men are except in a different way.  If you play your 
cards right they will all want your friendship.  The second thing is to be 
funny. Funny people aren't threatening and your with your looks you 
don't want to seem threatening.  Moreover, with someone as pretty as 
you, any joke is guaranteed to work. 




Then he gave me a print out with information on the important people 
who were going at the gala.  He told me to seek out Margaret 
Vanderhovel. She was very important, she liked new people and she was 
always on the lookout for help with her charity called 'New York Kids.' He 
said I could promise his help for her charity. He already prepped my 
father for how to behave and to support me when meeting new people.




It took all day to get ready.  It took a lot of work to get my skin back to its 
old rosy self. My hair had to be cut and colored a light golden blond.  
They showed me how to put on the new makeup. The only thing that I 
had to remember was to highlight my eyes not my lips. I didn't need that 
much makeup so it was easy to put on. I became so sleepy that I went 
back up to Ola's for a nap.  Ola woke me at 5 pm.  He applied the new 
makeup and helped me get dressed. Ola took me over to a full length 
mirror. I loved the yellow dress so much that I almost wished I wasn't 
going to change my name. He had changed me from looking like Marilyn 
Monroe to looking like Grace Kelly, I really looked different.



Ola brought me over to my apartment and introduced me to dad.  He was 
so impressed that he kissed my hand.  "Ola you accomplished another 
miracle."  I responded as if I had no idea what he said and said, "What 
other miracle?" Ola completed the deception by saying, "He means my 
book, Georgia." "I think I am ready to be called Marilyn.  It's time, I 
became an adult."  




We purposely arrived at the Opera just on time so we could go in and sit down
without meeting anyone. If we came in when everyone else did we might bump
into people before I could prepare what I was going to say to them. If we waited
until the intermission I would see who we would be meeting ahead of time. This
wasn't the first time I was to the opera so I was able to relax and enjoy the first act.
At intermission dad and I walked out to the lobby. They had an area set aside for the 
mayor's party. I thought "New York" I here I come. 



Everyone was starting at me.  They weren't just staring at me like I new 
or pretty they were starting at me like they never saw anyone like me 
before.  Before last night I would have thought they were being critical 
but instead I enjoyed it. 



 My dad started to introduce me to the mayor and his wife. Instead the 
mayor impulsively took my hand and kissed it.  "Georgia your father 
never told me how beautiful you were." I decided to have a little fun and 
answered in my Marilyn voice sounding very sad. "Oh no Mr. Mayor I 
have to change my name back to Marilyn, Marilyn Brown. I can't call 
myself Georgia anymore. I am not that pretty." The mayor looked 
shocked. "What do you mean?" "Well I can't be Sweet Georgia Brown like 
in the song. She can get any guy and I never even had a boyfriend."
  

Then I smiled and the mayor and his wife started laughing. The mayor's wife 
shook my hand and said, "You really had him going for a minute." I went back
to my real voice and looked at the Mayor's wife as if she were the important 
one. "Well I knew you wouldn't mind everyone has told me what a great 
sense of humor the mayor has and how nice you both are. The mayor's 
wife smiled and said, "We will have to have you and your father over 
sometime.  I smiled and said, "You are too kind." 

The Mayor said, "Oh I remember you now we talked on the phone a few times.
You work with Ola. He has told me how much he relies on you. You were the
one who called and said Ola had an emergency and had to cancel my photo shoot." 
"Yes, I was the bearer of bad news but we will be seeing you Wednesday at Camera."
"I know Ola went out to California to get Lana.  The stories about Willit's and Lana's 
divorce are in all the papers."  "The Mayor's wife said, "I have heard that Ola tells you 
everything." I dangled some bait; the promise of secret gossip. I smiled said, "I saw most 
of it with my own eyes but I can't say anything about it now. Not in public."  I noticed 
that the Brooklyn Borough president was making his way through the crowd.  "I see that 
Brooklyn is approaching and so with your leave dad and I will move on" As we moved 
away the mayor's wife took my hand and said, "I will give you a call tomorrow 
afternoon."   




Dad said, "I have been trying to get an invitation since I moved here. I 
was a little worried about how you would do tonight but it looks like I'm 
not in your class." I said, "Oh, daddy thanks."  




Dad went over to get us some water and the deputy mayor came up.  He 
kissed my hand and tried to hug me.  Not only that, he actually tried to 
cop a feel. I grabbed his arm and put my claws against his forearm. "And 
how old are you, my dear."  "A lady never tells and a gentleman never 
asks." "But you are so young." I jumped out of character and matter-of-factly
said "Know your role, Mr. Deputy."  Just then my father returned with the
water. "Nice meeting you Mr. Deputy. I see the mayor wants you." 




A woman came up and introduced herself. It was Margaret Vanderhovel. 
"I have been trying to get a donation out of you father for months." 
"Daddy, give the poor woman a check." Dad started writing out a 
substantial check.  If you would like, dad's company could sponsor a 
fashion show for 'New York Kids.'  Ola has already promised me his 
models for the show. We knew each other in Georgia and I'm one of his 
girls myself." "Ola has all the luck. He always gets the most beautiful 
models. Forgive me for saying this, Marilyn but you are the most 
beautiful woman that I have ever seen." "Thank you."  Dad piped up, 
"Don't give her too many complements you will turn her head."  Dad 
handed me the check. I looked at it and then at him and smiled. Then I 
gave it to her. She couldn't help looking at it. "Thank you Major this is 
quite generous."  Dad smiled and said, "You should thank Marilyn not 
me." Margaret seemed concerned and said "Thank you Marilyn. I should 
have known." I said, "Daddy is a genius at making money so spending it 
is my department. If you want something from him please call on me 
first." I smiled and in a stage whisper said, "I can get him to do almost 
anything."  Major said, "She's right."  We all laughed. 

 Margaret said, "Look at the mayor and the Brooklyn Borough President
 pretending to like each other.  The Borough President is mad because he
 wanted the new cultural center to be built in Brooklyn, not Manhattan."
 Thanks to Ola I knew the real story "Actually they are both happy.  The
 mayor got the center in Manhattan but the bonds used to finance center
will be issued by a bank owned by Brooklyn Borough President." "Major Brown
your daughter has brains and beauty."




So at 13 I am my father's designated escort and a member of New York 
society. I do magazine covers for Ola under the name of "Georgia."  I still 
work at the studio as assistant doing makeup and what ever needs to be 
done. Instead of going to school a tutor comes to the studio and teaches 
me. I also have a professional acting coach who thinks that I have a lot of 
talent. I never saw Jill again; I heard she quit modeling. Oh yes Ola has a 
girl friend. It may be years before I have sex again but thanks to Ola and 
the night of the Blue Moon I believe in myself enough to be who ever I 
want to be.   



Georgia's Play List\


1.  'Rainy Night in Georgia' with Amos Grant

2.  'Georgia on My Mind' with Righteous Brother

3.  'Dream a little Dream of Me' with Cass Elliot

4.  'Ebb Tide' with The Righteous Brothers 

    

    



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