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Model Behaviour
by Demetrius (address withheld)

***

The Photographer, the Photographer's Assistant and a 
fourteen year old beauty. Hmm, what could possibly 
happen? Pretty well anything, as it turns out. (MFf, 
nc, ped, 1st, oral)

***

Mark pressed the shutter release remote cable and there 
was a sharp crack as the battery of electronic 
flashlights flared simultaneously and began to recycle. 
Two more shots and he'd be done. He rearranged the 
shampoo and conditioner bottles slightly, adjusted the 
barn doors on one of the lights and took the pictures.

"Thank god that's done," he said to himself. He had no 
great liking for commercial photography but he was good 
at it and it helped pay the rent on his studio. Truth 
to tell, it was the most lucrative part of his work. 
Well, there had to be some compensation for its 
dullness. Especially when it kept him sweating inside a 
darkened studio on a warm, sunny June afternoon. He 
cleared the set, placing the products back in a 
cardboard box ready to go back to the client.

"I'm popping out for a sandwich, Stella," he called. 
"Hold the fort for half an hour, will you?"

It was nearly four-thirty when he returned.

"I've got some work to do in the darkroom tonight. We 
don't have any other bookings so you might as well 
leave early," he told Stella as he made his way to the 
back of the space that he rented in the downtown core. 
"Lock up behind you as you go, will you please?" he 
called back over his shoulder.

A few minutes later, he heard her shout goodbye as she 
headed out. He turned on the red safety lamp and 
switched off the darkroom's main light so that he could 
begin printing some black-and-white stock shots that he 
had taken the previous day. As he watched the images 
emerging on the paper, his mind began to wander. Money-
making or not, he could not get excited by this type of 
work. 

He knew that he would much rather work with people, 
which he considered to be his forte. Certainly his 
reputation for producing creative headshots and 
portfolio pictures was starting to spread amongst the 
many actors and models around town, all of whom were 
looking for their "big break". 

But it was almost axiomatic that most actors were next 
to broke so he could not run his business solely on 
what they brought in. Models were a little better 
because, often, they were young girls who had a parent 
paying for the pictures; a father perhaps, who had 
become resigned from previous experience to the fact 
that fashion shoots were expensive but who wanted to 
see his precious daughter do well.

There was another strong, private appeal for Mark in 
shooting fashion. Most of the girls trying to break 
into the business were between fourteen and seventeen, 
and the clothing that they wore for these shoots was 
often highly revealing since agencies were keen that 
their models provide evidence of body type as well as 
modelling ability in the pictures they took out on go-
sees for potential clients. Mark was scrupulously 
professional in his conduct with these alluring young 
women, always allowing a parent to sit in on a session 
with any girl under the age of eighteen or using his 
twenty-four year-old receptionist and stylist, Stella, 
as a chaperone should a parent not be able to attend 
for any reason. 

It was Stella who usually worked with the girls on 
clothing, hair and make-up. He was just happy that she 
had the knack of finding the right outfits and of 
persuading shy newcomers that going braless in an 
almost sheer top, for example, was something that they 
had better get used to if they wanted to succeed in the 
world of studios and catwalks.

His mind was still on a recent session as he fixed the 
last couple of prints and dropped them into the rinse 
bath. No matter his outward demeanour, he could not 
deny to himself, that these slender, fresh and 
extremely beautiful girls, with their young bodies at 
the very peak of the physical perfection, were a major 
turn-on for him. He frequently wished that he had the 
freedom that had existed in the seventies. He envied 
photographers like David Hamilton, who had parents 
competing to have their young daughters accepted into 
the group of girls that he would take away every summer 
to his cottage in France. 

Here they would live communally and Hamilton would 
photograph the girls. They were usually nude or nearly 
so, lit naturally by the soft light filtering into his 
rustic home or illuminated perfectly in the lush French 
landscapes. Not only was Hamilton not prosecuted but 
books of his extraordinarily beautiful pictures sold 
many thousands of copies. Try shooting pictures of nude 
young girls these days, he mused, and see what would 
happen. You'd be arrested in no time flat!

But there was another difference between the Hamilton 
era and today, Mark reflected. Part of the charm of 
Hamilton's work was that it reflected an air of 
innocence in the girls which was, for the most part, 
quite genuine. Today, most fourteen year-olds were 
sexually aware; often both experienced and 
precocious... a very dangerous combination.

He sighed. It was getting late and he was hungry again. 
Stella had left two and a half hours ago. He switched 
off all the lights in the darkroom and went to look at 
the appointment book on Stella's desk in the reception 
area. He noted that, at 11 a.m. the next day, a regular 
client, Marjorie Linklater, was scheduled for a new 
headshot. That would be an interesting session. She was 
a classy-looking, attractive single mother in, he 
guessed, her late thirties who had been acting around 
the city for over a decade. Recently, she had landed an 
ongoing role in a television series about to start 
filming its second season. He looked forward to talking 
with her and catching up on what was happening in the 
local performing arts world. 

He left the studio, grabbed a meal and headed home to 
his solitary apartment, hoping to catch Marjorie's show 
on the television before he went to bed so that he 
could talk knowledgeably about it the following 
morning.

Stella was already at the studio when he arrived and, 
as soon as he came in, she went over to the coffee 
machine and fetched him a cup – straight black and 
steaming hot.

"Thanks, Stella," he said appreciatively. "I left some 
prints rinsing overnight. I'm just going to put them in 
the dryer and we can courier them to Malkin and Baines 
this afternoon."

"Okay," Stella said. "I'll call the courier at 
lunchtime and don't forget that you have Marjorie at 
11.00"

"Yes," Mark replied. "I caught her show last night. You 
know, it's not bad."

The morning seemed to fly past and, right on time, 
Marjorie Linklater walked in through the outside door, 
wearing a smart, dark blue business suit and carrying a 
clothes bag over her arm. She was not alone. With her 
was a stunningly beautiful young woman whom Mark gauged 
to be about seventeen, maybe eighteen. At around 5' 
10", she was a good five inches taller than Marjorie, 
even in the flat shoes she wore.

She had a slender figure, large hazel eyes and long, 
silky black hair that cascaded down her back in a 
glowing raven wave to a point about six inches below 
her shoulders. She wore beautifully tailored designer 
jeans that clung to her perfect rear, and a white silk, 
sleeveless blouse.

Mark had been hovering by the desk in the reception 
area, waiting for Marjorie to arrive, and he felt his 
jaw drop at the sight of her young companion. He 
recovered quickly though, hoping that Marjorie had not 
noticed his reaction, and greeted her warmly.

"How nice to see you again, Marjorie... and 
congratulations on the series. That's wonderful news."

"Thank you, Mark. I must say it's given me a lift. Now 
then, I hope you don't mind my bringing my daughter 
along with me but it's the school holidays and we're 
going shopping together later. Allison, this is Mark 
Webber. Mark, my daughter, Allison."

"Pleased to meet you, Allison," he smiled, shaking her 
hand. She had a cool, firm grip and, when she smiled 
back, she revealed a set of perfect teeth set off by 
the soft pink of her rosebud lips. Mark looked 
carefully and, apart from a touch of makeup to her 
eyes, decided that her colouring was natural. He was 
totally captivated and had to force his gaze back to 
Marjorie who was, as it happened, talking to Stella by 
that point and so may not have noticed his somewhat 
inappropriate attention to her daughter.

He allowed Marjorie and Stella to finish their polite 
greetings before they all went into the studio.

"I've brought a couple of outfits, Mark," Marjorie 
said, indicating the clothes bag. "I need a couple of 
different looks. My agent wants to send me out for some 
different roles now that I am no longer in my twenties. 
Is that okay?"

"Of course it is, Marjorie. Maybe Stella can hang your 
other things in the changing area while we shoot you in 
what you are wearing. I'm assuming that you do want 
shots in what you are wearing now."

"Oh yes, absolutely."

Stella took the clothes bag and undid the long zipper 
as she crossed over to a curtained off cubicle at the 
side of the studio, where she hung up the other 
outfits. Mark looked at Marjorie and smiled.

"Right, shall we get started? Allison, there's a stool 
over there." He pointed. "If you'd like to sit yourself 
down there, you'll be out the way but still able to see 
everything."

Allison nodded and took her place while Mark began 
arranging the lights. Although he had an expensive 
Nikon Digital, he still preferred his trusty film 
camera for most sessions. It was more expensive overall 
but he still felt that film offered more subtlety and 
clarity.

The thing about working with an actress, Mark reflected 
to himself, is that she always knows where the camera 
is, which are her best angles and she is usually good 
at taking direction. As a result, with Stella keeping 
an eye on Marjorie's hair and make-up, Mark whipped 
through a roll of 36 exposures in no time at all. It 
still required that he rearrange the set and the lights 
every so often. Whenever he did so, Allison would step 
up to his camera, still sitting on the tripod, and look 
through the eyepiece at what he had framed.

"I'm sure that we've got some great shots there, 
Marjorie. Would you like to change and, Stella, maybe 
you could make a fresh pot of coffee, please."

Marjorie went into the changing area and Stella went 
out to the kitchen. Mark turned his attention to 
Allison who was now standing and stretching her long 
legs. She was exactly his height he realised.

"So, Allison," he smiled. "You seem genuinely 
interested in what I'm doing."

"Well, I like taking pictures myself. I have a digital 
though."

"Yes, well, I have too but I still like the way you can 
manipulate film."

"I know. Me too. The Photo Club at school taught us to 
use film."

 "And have you graduated now?"

"Hardly," she laughed.

"Why, how old are you then?" Mark asked.

"How old do you think I am?" she grinned.

"Well, I had you pegged as seventeen or eighteen. 
Clearly I'm wrong."

"I'm nearly fifteen," she giggled.

This time there was no disguising his astonishment.

"Shit on a bun." he gasped. 

Allison burst out laughing.

"It's alright. Most people think I'm older."

"Maybe, but I mean..." His voice trailed off. "I was 
just about to ask you to model for me."

"You still can," she smiled.

"Yes, but..." He thought for a moment. "What are you... 
about five foot ten?"

She nodded.

"Have you ever thought about modelling... seriously, I 
mean?"

"No, not seriously."

 "You should," he said. "You've got everything going 
for you... face, hair, body. You're a natural."

 "You'll have to persuade mummy. She's not too keen on 
the idea, I'm afraid."

 "Why ever not?" Mark asked.

 "She say's that it's a meat market."

 "Yes, well... it can be... if you're average," said 
Mark, "... but you're certainly not average."
 
He regretted saying it as soon as the words were out of 
his mouth. It was not cool to let her see how 
powerfully she had affected him, although something in 
her cool appraisal of him made him suspect that he was 
not the first to make that mistake.

At that moment, Marjorie returned from the changing 
area and Stella came back in from the kitchen, halting 
further conversation for the moment. This time, 
Marjorie wore a smart burgundy-coloured, knee-length, 
strapless afternoon cocktail dress that seemed to be 
held up by sheer will-power. Zipped tightly behind her 
to narrow her waist, it flowed over her curvaceous hips 
to reveal a pair of very attractive legs smoothly 
encased in flesh-coloured silk. The top pushed her 
ample breasts up to create eye-catching cleavage.

Mark took in Marjorie's compact but shapely frame and 
mused that Allison must take after her father in build. 
He turned his attention back to the job in hand and 
quickly ran off a second roll of film. He reloaded and 
looked up at Marjorie.

"I was just wondering, Marjorie," he said. "Do you have 
any recent pictures of you and Allison together?"

"Not since she was ten. Why?"

"Well, as she is here, and we still have some time in 
hand, how would you feel about my taking a few of the 
two of you together now? No extra charge, of course."

Marjorie looked at him shrewdly. She was not unaware of 
the effect that her daughter had on the male of the 
species. But Mark was a good photographer. She smiled 
her gracious smile.

"Thank you, Mark. How about it, Allison? You up for 
having some pictures taken with me?"

"Not dressed like this, while you look like that," 
Allison snapped.

"Oh, I think we can solve that for you," said Stella 
quickly. "What are you? Thirty-two, B-cup?"

"A-cup," Allison replied, blushing.

"Come on, then," Stella smiled. "I think I have just 
the thing for you."

She led Allison off behind the backdrops to where racks 
of clothing were neatly arranged. Mark, meanwhile, 
engaged Marjorie in conversation about what her ongoing 
television role would mean.

"Well, for one thing, with fourteen hour days, it is 
going to mean leaving Allison to fend for herself more 
than I would wish but this is a chance that only comes 
along once in a very long while."

They heard laughter coming from behind the studio 
drops. Clearly Stella and Allison were hitting it off. 
It was a little while before they emerged and, when 
they did, Mark felt his jaw drop for the second time. 
Even Marjorie gasped at the sight of her daughter.

"Darling, you look beautiful... but isn't that neckline 
a little risquι for your age?"

"Oh, mummy!!" Allison muttered with a slight scowl.

It was a reasonable question, however. Stella had found 
Allison a short-skirted, black silk cocktail dress with 
a deep, plunging neckline to the waist which displayed 
a substantial area of bare, pale skin. As Allison 
pirouetted to show them the effect, Mark could see the 
imprint left by her bra just below where her lustrous 
hair fanned out on her bare back. She looked, quite 
simply, stunning and Mark thought again that nobody 
seeing her dressed like that would imagine that she was 
not yet fifteen. 

Mark felt himself getting hard at the thought and 
quickly moved into the darkness of the studio to start 
rearranging the lights. As he worked, he knew that – 
more than anything – he wanted to get Allison in front 
of the camera again, preferably without Marjorie 
present, but he had no idea how he could make it 
happen. He quickly gave his attention to positioning 
mother and daughter together, then set about making 
some further adjustments to the position of the lights 
while Stella made a final check on hair and makeup. 

He realised that Stella had spent a little time adding 
some eye-shadow and mascara to emphasise Allison's 
eyes, a light touch of blush to her cheeks and a 
complementary lipstick to complete the transformation. 
If he had thought Allison beautiful before, she was 
positively devastating now. Stella administered a final 
light dusting of powder, flicked a brush through 
Allison's hair and stood back. She and Mark exchanged 
appreciative glances and then Mark did a double-take. 

He and Stella had worked successfully together for 
nearly two years now. He had taken her on as an 
assistant when she was twenty-two, soon after her 
graduation from art school. He had always thought of 
her as an attractive young woman. Truth be told, that 
was one of the reasons for hiring her but it was also, 
he told himself, necessary for the business that he was 
in. Mostly, however, he thought of her as reliable, 
pleasant to work with and extremely good at what she 
did. Indeed, he would now find it hard to manage 
operating his business without her. 

He knew that she did not have a serious boy-friend but 
had never given the matter a lot of thought. She was 
always appropriately dressed ... today, in a silk shirt 
tucked into her jeans. What caught his eye as she 
turned away from brushing Allison's hair was the fact 
that Stella's nipples were visibly erect and pushing at 
the front of her blouse. She saw the surprise in Mark's 
eyes and quickly folded her arms to cover her chest. 
"Now, what's all that about!" Mark wondered and dragged 
his attention back to the job in hand, chatting 
constantly with Marjorie and Allison as he rearranged 
them between shots.

He ran another full roll of colour and then paused.

"I'd really like to shoot a few black-and-white to 
finish up," he said. 

Marjorie nodded approval and he loaded a new film. This 
time, he went for a much moodier feel and also took 
half a dozen shots of both mother and daughter 
separately. Finally, Marjorie looked at her watch and 
gasped.

"Is that the time? We need to be on our way. Thank you 
so much, Mark. As always, you make it very easy to 
relax."

"Thank you. And, as always, you make a delightful 
subject... well, subjects in this case."

"When can we see them?" Allison asked.

"Well, the colour proofs will be ready tomorrow 
afternoon. I'll process the black-and-white myself, 
probably on Sunday."

"Come on, Allison," Marjorie urged. "We must go and 
change now. I'm ready for my lunch."

Marjorie, Allison and Stella headed back to the change 
area while Mark unloaded the roll of black-and-white 
film from the camera and then sat at the reception desk 
to write up an invoice for the session.

A short while later, the trio returned. Marjorie was 
back in her business suit and Allison was back in her 
jeans. Marjorie came over to the desk opening her purse 
as she came. Mark handed her the invoice. She glanced 
at the total and took out her cheque-book.

"You do still take cheques, do you?" she smiled.

"Of course... with specific clients!" he grinned.

She wrote a cheque and handed it to him.

"So, I'll see you tomorrow afternoon to look at the 
proofs."

"Can I come too, mummy?" Allison asked.

Marjorie looked a little surprised.

"Why, are you planning to be around? You're usually off 
with your friends."

"It's summer holidays, mother. Most of them are away." 
Allison snapped.

Marjorie let it go.

"Right then, until tomorrow. Thank you Stella. Thank 
you Mark. Come on Allison."

"Thank you," said Allison politely and then followed 
her mother out of the door.

"Well," said Mark after the door had closed. "That was 
a surprise."

"You're quite smitten, aren't you?" Stella grinned.

"Don't be ridiculous," Mark protested. "She's not even 
fifteen yet."

"What's that got to do with it?" Stella observed. "She 
has the best potential to be a top model of anyone 
we've had walk through the door since I've worked 
here... bar none."

Mark looked up and saw that Stella was studying him 
thoughtfully. Pointless to deny what she had just said 
because it was true,

"Yes, okay... you're right. She is gorgeous but 
Marjorie is one of my better clients and, even if she 
agreed to Allison modelling – which I hear is highly 
unlikely – I doubt if Allison would be interested."

"You'd be quite wrong," said Stella. "She'd be up for 
it... as long as she could also get to take a few shots 
herself. She's not a dumb kid. She knows that what 
she's got is marketable and she sees it as a way of 
earning money to pay for what she really wants to do."

"Which is?"

"To become the next Annie Leibovitz."

"You found out a lot in a short while, didn't you?" 
Mark observed.

"We got on," Stella smiled.

"I noticed," Mark said.

Stella's face went bright pink.

"I don't know what you mean?" she stammered.

"Oh, I think you do," he said. "So what's next?"

As the next day wore on, Mark found himself anxiously 
awaiting Marjorie's arrival and hoping that Allison 
would indeed be with her. The colour proofs had turned 
out well and he was pretty sure that Marjorie would be 
pleased. He was not so sure about Allison. In his 
experience, most teens were highly critical of pictures 
of themselves but he thought that she had photographed 
superbly and it had really whetted his appetite to do 
more. Stella, too, had been impressed.

"Wow, I don't know about the next Annie Liebovitz but 
she could sure be the next Jessica Miller," she said.

It was after four o'clock before the door opened and 
Marjorie swept in with Allison in tow. Both were in 
casual clothes and Allison's face was free of makeup. 
Stella offered them a cup of tea, which, to her 
surprise, they both happily accepted. She had expected 
Allison to choose a soda. She brought the tray of teas 
into Mark's office just as they were sitting down to 
look at the proofs. Mark sat behind his desk and 
Marjorie sat in the visitor's chair facing him. They 
were soon deep in conversation about the pictures.

Allison plonked herself down on the love-seat set 
against one wall. In front of it was a coffee table 
that was covered in portfolios of Mark's work. She 
picked up one of the portfolios and began turning the 
pages slowly as she waited her turn to see the proofs. 
Stella served Marjorie and Mark, then set the tray on 
top of some magazines on the end of the coffee table. 
Allison took a cup and Stella sat beside her on the 
love-seat, glancing to see which pictures Allison was 
looking at.

By pure chance, she had selected a portfolio that 
included some of the most risquι fashion shots that 
Mark had ever been commissioned to take. There were 
also a few tasteful nudes, shot for a perfume company. 
Allison looked up at Stella with a raised eyebrow. 
Stella shrugged.

"That's what the client asked for," she said quietly. 
"Are you offended?"

"No," said Allison. "They're beautiful, but I can see 
why mummy is not keen to have me model."

Marjorie glanced up.

 "What was that, sweetheart?" she asked distractedly.

 "Nothing, mummy. Can I see the pictures?"

 "In a minute, darling. When we've finished selecting 
the ones I want to show my Agent."

Allison grinned at Stella and went back to turning the 
pages.

Finally, with the shots selected, it was time to review 
the colour pictures that Mark had taken of mother and 
daughter together. Allison stood beside her mother's 
chair, looking over her shoulder. To Mark's huge 
relief, not only did Marjorie love the pictures but 
even Allison gave her grudging approval and Marjorie 
requested prints of all of them for which she insisted 
on paying up front.

"I'm going to be mad busy and I wouldn't want your 
invoice to slip through the cracks. We start shooting 
tomorrow."

"On a Saturday?" Mark said.

"Yes," Marjorie nodded. "It's because this weekend is 
the only time that we can get into that particular 
location."

She saw Allison pull a face.

"I know, sweetheart... it's a pain but you know it's my 
job."

She looked at Mark. 

"She hates it when I'm working and she is stuck by 
herself."

Stella walked over to stand by Mark.

"Ms. Linklater," she began.

"Call me Marjorie, dear."

"Okay... thank you... Marjorie... I don't know what you 
and Allison might think of this idea but we have a 
major fashion feature to prepare for next week and to 
shoot the following week. I could really use some help 
and Allison seems to have an excellent fashion sense." 
She turned to address Allison.

 "If you have nothing better to do, and your mother 
doesn't mind, would you be interested in helping me?"

Mark was floored. It was not Stella's place to make 
that sort of decision. It was his. On the other hand, 
what she said was right. There was a huge amount to be 
done and Stella would be hard pressed to do it all 
alone. He should have thought of that. His big concern 
now was what Marjorie might say.

"Can I, mummy?" asked a very excited Allison.

"Well, I don't know, dear. Do you really want to?"

"Oh, yes. It would be great and..."

She looked questioningly at Mark.

"...maybe I could learn something about lighting?"

"Of course," Mark said with a grin. "About paying 
you,..."

"Don't worry about that," Marjorie said at once. "She 
has a perfectly adequate allowance and you'll be 
teaching her as well as 'sitting' her if she does this. 
Well, Allison, are you sure?"

"Absolutely," Allison smiled.

"Alright then. It seems that you have a deal, Mark." 

She turned to Stella.

"Don't let her drive you mad, Stella."

"She'll be just fine," Stella laughed. "We'll also be 
working this weekend, Allison. Do you want to come in 
tomorrow?

"Sure," Allison said. "What time?"

"How's ten o'clock?"

Marjorie laughed.

"You see, Allison. There really is a ten a.m."

"Mother!!!" Allison snarled. She smiled at Stella. "Ten 
o'clock is fine."

"I'm liking this more and more," Marjorie laughed. 
"Thank you."

The door had no more shut than Stella stood in front of 
Mark's desk.

"Are you mad at me?" she asked nervously.

"Well, you had no right to do it without asking me but, 
on the other hand, I should have realised that you were 
going to need some help," he said.

"It was totally spur of the moment," Stella explained. 
"But I really could use the help and I know that you 
really want to take more pictures of Allison. She 
seemed to like the ones you'd taken so I just went for 
it."

"No, it's okay. But, as to taking more pictures, I'm 
not sure about that."

"Well, let's just see how things go, shall we?"

Mark studied Stella's earnest expression. 

"You hungry?" he asked suddenly.

"Sort of," she replied.

"Fancy grabbing a meal... that is, if you don't have 
plans?"

"Sure. I cleared the decks ready for the weekend."

"Okay, then. Let's go. My treat."

They sat together in a quiet booth in an up-market 
restaurant. A bottle of Gewurtztraminer sat on the 
candle-lit table as they waited for their appetizer. 
Stella sipped appreciatively.

"This is really nice," she observed.

Mark sat back and looked at her. He suddenly realised 
that he had never really taken stock of this young 
woman who had shared his studio for the past twenty-
three months. The more he watched her, the more he 
realised how truly attractive she was.

She was of medium height with curly, dark red hair that 
shone in the candlelight. Her grey eyes sparkled and 
her turned-up nose had freckles on the bridge of it. 
Her lips were generous and, when she smiled, her whole 
face lit up. Her figure was more curvy than that of 
most of the models he favoured but he knew that it was 
a shape that most men found highly desirable. He found 
himself nodding appreciatively.

Stella saw him staring at her.

"What?" she asked.

"Nothing," he said. "I was just thinking how surprising 
I found it when you first said that you didn't have a 
regular boyfriend."

"Not really. My job comes first."

"Bullshit," Mark grinned.

She looked shocked.

"Why do you say that?"

"Nothing," he said. "Anyway, it's none of my business."

"True enough," she said, "but tell me anyway."

"Okay, and I apologise if I am out of line, but it 
occurs to me that your motives in having Allison work 
with you were not totally altruistic."

Stella kept her eyes on her glass which she nursed to 
her chest. Her other hand lay unmoving on the table.

"I told you. I need some help," she murmured.

Mark said nothing, letting the silence hang. Finally, 
Stella looked up at him.

"What are you suggesting?" she asked.

"Nothing... but I did notice how she affected you in 
the studio."

Stella blushed furiously again but then looked up at 
him defiantly.

"And I noticed how she affected you, too!" she said.

It was Mark's turn to look embarrassed.

"Shit!" he said.

"Shit indeed," she responded.

"She's fourteen," he said finally.

"I know. It's a bitch, isn't it?" Stella grinned.

At that moment, the waiter arrived with their 
appetizer. They engaged in small-talk while they ate. 
Mark waited until they had finished their desserts and 
were sipping on liqueurs and coffee.

"How come I didn't notice before this that you 
preferred girls?" he mused.

"Because, like you, I try not to let my business and 
private life overlap."

"Meaning..."

"Meaning that, although I know that a lot of the 
younger models turn you on, I've never seen you act in 
anything but the most professional way. I hope you can 
say the same of me."

Mark nodded agreement.

"Absolutely," he said. "How long have you known... 
about me liking young models?" 

"Oh, almost from the start," she answered.

"And it doesn't disgust you?"

"It would pretty much be a case of the pot calling the 
kettle black, don't you think? Anyway, we don't have 
much control over what floats our boat. We only have 
control over what we do about it. "

"And now?"

"And now, we both seem to have encountered the 
irresistible force."

"So, what are we going to do about it?" he grinned.

"Pray that we can remain the unmovable objects," she 
laughed.

"Do you think Allison knows that we both lust after 
her?"

"I think that she is aware that she excites attention 
from most men and some women in a general way. As to 
us, specifically, I just don't know. As you keep 
pointing out, she is only fourteen ...and her mother 
has kept her pretty carefully protected."

"Well, the next two weeks are going to be both a joy 
and an absolute hell," Mark noted. "I guess we'll have 
to help each other remain on the straight and narrow."

"Is that what you really want?" Stella asked.

"You know it isn't... but that's the way it has to be. 
Can you imagine what would happen if we ...either of us 
...were to be accused of corrupting Marjorie 
Linklater's under-age daughter? Even a whisper would 
kill the business. I'm relying on you."

"I know. Me and my big mouth. I thought I was doing us 
both a favour." 

Then she shrugged.

 "Okay ...mutual support it is."

Saturday was a hectic day. Allison arrived at the 
studio promptly at ten and she and Stella started 
linking lists of detailed measurements to photographs 
of the models, then working out which model would wear 
which outfits and what type of accessories they would 
need to buy or borrow for the big shoot which was to 
culminate in a huge fashion show on the final Saturday. 
Allison had dressed "sensibly" to work in the studio 
but even conservative clothes looked good on her. 
Nonetheless, both Stella and Mark found that working 
with her was easier than they had expected and, by the 
end of the day, they were all laughing and joking 
together as though they had know each other for ages.

"What time tomorrow?" Allison asked as they were 
wrapping up for the day.

"I'm going to be in the darkroom tomorrow so you can 
both have the day off." Mark replied.

"Ooh... are you working on the black-and-white pictures 
you took of mummy and me?" Allison asked.

'Well... yes, amongst other things." 

"Well, would it be alright if I came and watched? I've 
done both developing and printing at school but I'd 
love to see a professional darkroom."

Mark and Stella exchanged glances.

"Well, I don't know. I'll be here by myself," Mark 
said.

"Not if I'm here, you won't," Allsion laughed.

"That's not what I meant. I'm not sure your mother 
would approve."

"Why ever not?" Allison asked. "Anyway, I'll ask her. 
She's bound to say it's okay."

There was not a lot Mark could say.

"Come on, then. I'll give you a ride home."

"Okay!" she grinned.

"You, too, Stella."

"No need, boss," Stella replied. "I've got my bike. 
Have fun tomorrow, you two, and I'll see you both on 
Monday." 

And chuckling at the look of anguish on Mark's face, 
she took off.

On the ride home, Mark was fairly quiet. Allison toyed 
with the radio, flipping channels and commenting on the 
various songs that she found. At her home, she jumped 
out, gave a wave and called back over her shoulder.

"See you tomorrow."

She didn't look back but Mark watched her slim figure 
all the way to her front door. It may have been wishful 
thinking but it seemed to him that she was giving her 
hips a slightly exaggerated sway as she went. He waited 
till the front door closed behind her then gave a heavy 
sigh and drove off.

**

Next day started fairly well. It was quite cool out and 
Allison arrived wearing jeans and a pink cotton roll-
necked top under a light, white woollen sweater. She 
and Mark spent forty minutes tidying up the studio, 
washing the cups and the coffee machine. Then, setting 
the machine to make a fresh brew, he led Allison down 
to the darkroom. As he was getting the developing tank 
off a shelf, he looked over at her.

"So, your mum was okay with you coming today then?"

"I didn't see her. I was asleep by the time she got 
home."

Mark nearly dropped the tank.

"What?!!," he exploded.

"Why are you so worried?" Allison asked innocently.

"You know full well why I'm worried. You're a minor."

"So? We're only developing and printing some pictures 
of mother and I, ...aren't we?"

"Of course," Mark said quickly, "but nonetheless..."

His voice trailed off. If he had any sense whatsoever, 
he would stop everything and take her straight back 
home. It was as though she could read his mind.

"Oh, please, Mark. I really want to see them. If you're 
really worried, I won't tell her. She wouldn't believe 
that I got out of bed early two days in a row anyway. 
Well, not when I was on holiday, at least. Please!!"

She looked at him with her big eyes and he was lost.

"Well, as you're here, I suppose..."

"Oh, thank you!" laughed Allison and she leaned over 
and kissed him on the cheek.

"Don't do that," he said sternly but he could feel the 
grin on his face even as he said it.

"Okay," she chirped. "So, what do we do? Load the 
tank?"

Over the next hour, Mark processed the film and set it 
to dry. Then they went out to the kitchen area and sat 
sipping coffee. They chatted about this and that and 
Mark quickly realised that Allison had a degree of 
maturity that was not immediately apparent. Like many 
children with a single parent, she had grown up pretty 
fast. Slowly, he began to relax around her. Coffee 
finished, they went back to the darkroom. Mark held up 
the strip of negatives and examined the individual 
frames. They all looked clear and sharp. He switched on 
the red safety light.

"Switch off the overheads will you please, Allison," he 
said.

She did as he had asked and came to stand beside him as 
he loaded the film carrier into the enlarger.

Soon, half a dozen prints were floating in the rinse 
sink under the red light of the safety lamp.

"Can I try making a print?" Allison asked.

"Sure," Mark said. "You've seen me do it often enough 
now."

"Thank you," she said. "God, It's hot in here. I think 
I'm going to take off my sweater first."

She crossed her arms in front of her, grabbed the 
bottom of her sweater and pulled it up over her head, 
then sliding it off her arms and tossing it onto a 
chair. Mark stared as she stretched upwards and her 
small breasts were thrust forward against her cotton 
top. As she lowered her arms again, the top looked as 
though it had been vacuum-formed to her body and it was 
quite apparent to him that, today, she was not wearing 
a bra. He could feel himself starting to sweat. She 
stepped back up to the bench.

Carefully, she slid the film further on in the negative 
carrier and centred a new reversed image on the base-
plate. It was obviously a picture of her. Much faster 
at reading a negative image than she was, he recognized 
what it was. It was a shot that opportunity had 
presented and he had grabbed with no intention of 
anyone other than himself seeing it. He'd forgotten it 
was on the roll and, of course, she'd chanced to land 
right on it.

"Oh, not that one," he told her.

"Why not?" she demanded.

"It's not very good," he said.

She studied the image for a while and then grinned.

"It looks fine to me. Let's see."

She adjusted the height of the lens from the base-plate 
to crop and enlarge part of the image and tweaked the 
focus.

"I'd say about four seconds," she said, setting the 
timer."

She placed a sheet of photographic paper in the holder 
and pressed the timer release. The enlarger lamp lit, 
the timer whirred and then the enlarger switched off 
again. Taking the exposed sheet by the extreme corner, 
Allison placed it face up in the developer.

"Come and stand behind me so that you can tell me when 
to put it in the stop bath. I still have trouble 
judging the right amount of development time," she 
said.

Mark moved behind her and looked at the photo paper 
over her shoulder. Standing so close, he was aware of 
her perfume. He recognized it. Patchouli... one of his 
favourites. It took all his resolve not to place his 
hand on her shoulder and sniff. He was mesmerized by 
the clear outline of her body beneath the thin top and 
felt a swift stirring in his groin. Hurriedly, he 
backed off half a pace.

"I'd flip the paper over to make sure that it is evenly 
coated," he suggested weakly. 

Face down, there was the hope that the print would 
blacken from over-development and she would not see 
what he had shot.

 "It seems fine," she said as an image started to form 
on the paper. The picture quickly took on more detail 
and he felt his face getting hot. It showed a close-up 
of her, down to the waist, with one of her small, firm 
breasts very nearly, but not quite fully revealed by 
the gapping fabric. The print was now perfectly exposed 
and she flipped the sheet out of the developer and into 
the stop bath. She turned her head to look at him.

He didn't know what to say, so he said nothing but 
continued to stand behind her not meeting her eye. 
Without a word, she turned back, took the print from 
the stop bath and slid it into the fixing solution. She 
took half a step backwards, seemingly to adjust her 
balance, and her body collided with his. He felt her 
perfect bum come into contact with his groin and he 
groaned inwardly as he knew she could not possibly 
remain unaware of his arousal. There was a couple of 
moments pause and then she stepped forward again. The 
silence was killing him.

"I'm so sorry, Allison," he blurted. "I don't know what 
to say."

"Why are you sorry? Don't you like my body?"

Mark's head snapped up.

"What? Of course I like your body. Isn't it bloody 
obvious?"

"Well then. What's the problem?"

"The problem is that the picture's exploitative and 
your mother will kill me."

"Rubbish. It's no more revealing than any number of 
shots in your portfolio," she said.

"Maybe, but most of the girls were a little older than 
you and were professional models," he pointed out.

"Most... not all then?" she queried.

"No... not all," he admitted. "But they were all 
professional models."

"Didn't you tell me only the other day that I should be 
a professional model?" she asked.

"Well... yes but..."

"But what?"

"Didn't you tell me only the other day that your mother 
was dead set against it?"

"Oh, don't let that worry you. If I really want to do 
it, I can persuade her."

"Oh, can you? Yes... I'll just bet you can. But it 
won't help if I'm dead, or out of business."

"Well, I'm not going to tell her," she grinned. "Are 
you?"

"Of course not. But that still leaves the question 
of..." His voice trailed off.

"Of your erection?" she asked.

"Christ, Allison!!" he burst out. "Okay, yes. I'm 
sorry, but you're an extremely beautiful girl."

"Actually, I think it's quite flattering."

And, leaving him with a stunned look on his face, she 
turned back, used the tongs to take the print out of 
the fixer and dropped it into the rinse sink with the 
others.

The drive home started off in silence but what had 
happened in the darkroom weighed heavily on Mark's 
mind. Allison looked over at him, brooding behind the 
wheel.

"You're still worrying about it, aren't you?" she said 
quietly.

Mark didn't answer.

"I don't get it," she said. "You photograph young girls 
all the time. What's so different?"

 "They are professionals who know what I am shooting 
and have agreed to it."

 "I knew what you were shooting," she said.

Mark nearly choked.

"What?" he spluttered. "You knew?"

"Of course. Don't forget... I take photographs too. I 
know when someone is zooming in and what the camera is 
pointed at."

Mark was at a total loss for words. Allison sat there 
grinning at him. Finally, Mark looked at her.

"I'm beginning to think that you're not anywhere as 
innocent as I thought," he said.

"Oh, I'm 'innocent' still... if I understand what you 
mean... but I'm not ignorant."

"Clearly."

"So?" she asked.

"So what?" he replied.

"So... am I still working with Stella?"

"You mean... you still want to?"

"Of course," she said. "And I still want to learn about 
lighting. Besides you want to take more pictures of me, 
don't you?"

"Well, yes... but I'm not sure that it's such a good 
idea."

"Nonsense."

She leaned over and patted him on the thigh in what 
appeared to be a perfectly natural, reassuring gesture.

"Stop worrying about mother," she said. "She has too 
much on her mind to be bothered about me. She trusts 
you," she added with a grin, "and I've told you... I 
can persuade her to let me model if I really want to."

Mark was acutely conscious that her hand was still 
resting on his thigh. He fought desperately to prevent 
his body from reacting to her touch and to tell her 
that he thought it would be better if they didn't 
continue with the working arrangement.

Suddenly, she removed her hand.

"So, what time tomorrow?" she asked brightly.

"Ten o'clock, I guess," he heard himself reply.

"Great," she smiled. "So are you and Stella an item?"

Once again, Mark was taken by surprise.

"Good heavens, no!" he gasped. "Why would you ask 
that?"

"Well, she's very pretty for one thing."

"Yes, I guess she is," Mark said thoughtfully.

"Have you ever photographed her?" Allison asked.

"No."

"Well, I'd like to ...when we're not so busy. Do you 
think she'd let me?"

"You'd have to ask her," Mark said.

"Would you mind ...my using the studio, I mean?"

"No ...as long as it doesn't interfere with anything 
else that we have to do."

"Great. Thank you, Mark."

They drew up to her home and, once again, she leaned 
over and gave him a peck on the cheek.

"I've told you not to do that," he growled.

"Nonsense," she laughed. "See you tomorrow."

She jumped out of the car, sashayed up the driveway 
and, this time, there could be no doubt that she was 
deliberately swaying her hips like a model. Mark shook 
his head ruefully and, as she entered the house, he 
drove off.

"So, how did yesterday go?" Stella asked as they shared 
a coffee at nine o'clock next morning.

"Fine," said Mark, not looking at her.

"Fine? Is that all you have to say? Fine!"

"It went fine," he insisted.

"Hey, Mark. It's me ...Stella. What happened?"

"Nothing happened."

"Something happened," she said. "Tell me."

Mark gave an exasperated grunt and proceeded to tell 
Stella about Allison finding the revealing picture he 
had shot of her, as he thought, without her knowledge. 
He did not mention that Allison had discovered that he 
had a massive boner.

"And you say that she was okay with the picture?"

"Seemed not to be bothered at all."

"Wow! What would mummy say?"

"I hope to god mummy doesn't find out. Allison says she 
has no intention of mentioning it."

"Well, that's good, isn't it?"

"Yes, but I don't like the feeling that she has me over 
a barrel."

Stella laughed.

"She's had you over a barrel from the first moment you 
clapped eyes on her."

"Oh? By the way, she thinks that you're really pretty. 
She asked me if I thought you would let her photograph 
you."

It was Stella's turn to look stunned.

"What did you tell her?" she asked quietly.

"That she'd have to ask you," Mark said.

"The little minx," Stella muttered.

"What do you mean?" Mark asked

"I mean that, if we are honest, we've been hoping to 
manipulate her and I'm thinking that she's the one 
manipulating us."

"To what end?"

"I'm not sure, but that young lady bears watching."

"That'll be no hardship." Mark grinned. "She's got a 
face and a body to die for."

"Very true," Stella nodded.

"Well, we can both dream I guess. Come on. There's work 
to be done and she'll be here soon. She mustn't find us 
sitting here moping about her. Remember... mutual 
support... and don't tell her I told you about you 
modelling for her."

"I won't, and if she asks, I'll have to give it serious 
thought."

**

The next couple of days flew by but, whatever else she 
may have been, Allison was a very quick study and a 
hard worker who seemed to really enjoy the minutiae 
involved in planning such a large project. Models came 
in every day for final fittings and Allison was quickly 
accepted as a full member of the team. By four o'clock 
on Wednesday afternoon, the last model for that day had 
left. Mark ordered in pizza and he, Stella and Allison 
sat around after it arrived, enjoying a few moments 
relaxation in his office. Mark saw that Allison was 
eyeing Stella and looking thoughtful. Finally, she 
cleared her throat.

"Stella, may I ask you something?" she said.

"Of course," said Stella.

"Have you ever done any photographic modelling?"

"No. Nobody has ever asked me. Why?"

"Well, I'd like to photograph you. Would you mind?"

"I don't know if 'mind" is the right word. Why me?"

"Because you're very pretty..."

She looked at Mark accusingly.

"... at least I think so."

Mark saw her look.

"Hey, wait a minute. I think she's very pretty too."

"Oh, good. Then you wouldn't mind helping me with the 
lighting, would you? You said you'd teach me."

Stella burst out laughing at the expression on Mark's 
face. He was stuck and could hardly refuse.

"Okay, Allison," Stella said. "What did you have in 
mind?"

Allison picked up one of Mark's portfolios and flipped 
through it until she found the picture she wanted.

"Something like this," she said, handing the portfolio 
to Stella.

Stella took one look at the picture and gasped. It was 
one of the perfume ads in which the model was totally 
nude.

Mark looked over at the picture and it was his turn to 
burst out laughing at Stella's discomfort. She'd been 
quite right. Allison was manipulating them, and she was 
bloody good at it too.

"You have to be joking," Stella exclaimed.

"No, I'm serious," Allison said.

"I... I couldn't." Stella blushed.

"Why not?" Allison asked. "You see girls like that in 
the studio all the time.

Suddenly her voice took on a harder edge.

"You didn't have a problem about dressing me in a very 
revealing outfit and Mark had no problem in taking 
pictures of me in it. Besides, you're not a minor so 
there is no legal problem, is there?"

This was all said very reasonably but there was no 
missing the implied threat. Stella felt as trapped as 
Mark had felt a few moments earlier. Everything Allison 
had said was true. Stella had picked an outfit for the 
session that she knew would turn Mark on, as it had 
her. But she had no intention of stripping naked for 
this girl, especially with Mark present. Mark's mind 
was also working overtime. Although he had never 
thought of Stella as a model, he now wondered why on 
earth not. She was, as Allison pointed out, beautiful 
and he felt the familiar stirring in his pants as the 
idea took hold. Professional detachment was easier when 
you didn't know the model but was almost impossible 
when you knew the model well.

"What do you say, Stella?" Allison asked.

"Why nude?" she replied. "Couldn't you take portraits?"

"I've done that... dozens of times... and landscapes, 
and abstracts. I've never done nudes."

"What about fashion shots then?"

"Fashion shots are all about the clothes. Nudes are all 
about the model. Besides, lighting nudes is the 
greatest challenge in photography and no one else is 
likely to be willing to teach a 'fourteen year-old' – 
as you constantly keep calling me – how to do it. No, I 
want to shoot you... nude. Maybe doing some modelling 
yourself will make you appreciate a model's point of 
view."

"And if I refuse?"

"I might need to reconsider my 'understanding' view of 
what you – both – tried to do with me."

Stella looked over to Mark, seeking help.

"I don't see that we have a choice, do you?" is all he 
said.

With a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, 
Stella understood that he was right. Allison had 
outplayed them at their own game ...but why? Was it 
pure vindictiveness or was something else going on, and 
if so... what?

"When?" Stella asked.

"Tonight ...now." Allison said. "I always have my 
camera with me."

She opened her capacious purse and produced a neat 
little Nikon Coolpix digital camera. Stella felt her 
heart pounding. Never in her wildest imagination had 
she imagined being naked in front of her boss. She had 
fantasized about what might lie under the layers of 
clothing that Allison wore but now the tables were 
turned and she had nobody but herself to blame. Not 
that it made it any easier. She stood up slowly.

"If I do this, how do I know that the pictures won't 
end up on the Internet?" she asked.

"You don't ...but they won't," Allison assured her. 
"That's not what this is about."

"Well, as Mark says, it seems that I have no choice."

"Brilliant," Allison grinned. "And cheer up. You might 
enjoy it. I'm sure Mark will," she added with a wicked 
laugh. "Now, go and get undressed while Mark shows me 
how to arrange the lighting."

A disconsolate Stella made her way to the changing 
cubicle, grabbing a robe off the dress rack as she went 
and closing the curtain firmly behind her. Allison led 
Mark into the studio to arrange the set. Allison 
selected a plain black backdrop roll and chose not to 
use any props to begin with. They had just finished 
setting some basic lighting when Stella emerged from 
the changing cubicle wearing the robe which came to 
mid-thigh. She wore a little eye makeup and lipstick. 
If she was to be photographed, she might just as well 
look half-way decent.

Allison looked up and saw Stella standing at the side 
of the set. Mark stood by the main lighting stand.

"Okay, Stella. Come and stand in the middle here," 
Allison said cheerfully.

Reluctantly, Stella came to stand where Allison had 
directed.

"I'll take the robe," Allison said.

Stella felt her face going scarlet as her hands moved 
slowly to the tie that secured the robe. She looked at 
Allison and saw that her eyes were bright with 
anticipation.

"Come on, Stella," Allison said. "Nothing to be shy 
about. Mark's seen dozens of naked females."

She held out her hand, waiting. Stella took a deep 
breath, then pulled on the tie to free the bow. 
Immediately, the robe parted in the middle and both 
Mark and Allison got a view of a gently curved stomach 
over curly, dark red pubic hair. Stella slipped the 
robe back off her shoulders, let it slide down her arms 
and handed it to Allison. Reflexively, her hands went 
to cover her breasts and her crotch. Allison tossed the 
robe aside and looked at Stella. Her body was 
quivering.

"Take your hands away, please," said Allison. "Let Mark 
see what he is lighting."

There was a beat and then Stella placed her hands by 
her sides. For the first time, Mark was able to admire 
Stella to the full. Her body was well rounded but very 
nicely proportioned. Her full breasts were high and 
firm with large areolae and small but extremely erect 
nipples. Her waist was not as narrow as most of his 
models but her hips were slim for her size and her legs 
were those of an athlete. The pubic hair at her groin 
was neatly trimmed and springy, with just the 
suggestion of her sex beneath. The blush on her face 
now suffused her chest and she stood there not knowing 
where to look.

"Would you turn round please?" Allison called.

Stella revolved through one hundred and eighty degrees 
and now Mark could see her firm, full buttocks over the 
muscular legs.

"Thank you, Stella. Back again, please."

Stella faced them again.

"Very nice," said Allison. "And, if you look, you'll 
see that Mark thinks so too."

Mark groaned, and tried to sink back into the shadows 
for, of course, his jeans were bulging.

However, over the next hour, Allison behaved in every 
way like a professional photographer, placing Stella in 
a number of classical poses, firing off a couple of 
test shots to check the flash, consulting Mark on the 
lighting changes needed to obtain the results that she 
was visualising, then checking the playback window 
after every shot to see if what she had envisioned had 
been achieved. No matter how tasteful the final 
arrangement was, Stella was certain that Mark had, 
several times, had a clear, close-up view of her pussy 
and wondered if she could ever face him again.

Suddenly, Allison picked up Stella's robe and handed it 
to her.

"Don't get dressed yet, but let's take a short break."

Gratefully, Stella slipped the robe on and tied it 
firmly. They each grabbed a soft drink from the kitchen 
and moved back into Mark's office. 

"You see, Stella," said Allison. "That wasn't so bad 
was it?"

"It wasn't you standing there stark naked in front of 
your boss," Stella snarled.

"Well, wait till you see the pictures before you get 
too mad," Allison advised.

"So, what do you plan to do next," Mark asked.

"I'm glad you asked that," Allison smiled. "When we go 
back into the studio, I am going to shoot a few more 
nudes ...of you."

There was a stunned silence for a second.

"What?!!!" Mark yelled. "Forget it. No way."

"Why on earth not?" Allison demanded. "It seems only 
fair. You tried hard enough to get a picture of my bare 
boob and you were only too happy to see Stella nude. 
Besides, you seemed to think that the pictures I took 
were tasteful. So now it's Stella's turn to see you 
naked and mine to take some figure studies that I'd 
never get a chance to shoot until I'm in college ...if 
then."

"It's not going to happen," Mark insisted.

"Then, I'll let you explain to mummy why you let me 
photograph Stella, nude, in your studio while you 
arranged the lighting for me. See?" 

And she showed him a picture that she had taken as a 
test shot. In it, Stella was standing, naked, in the 
centre of the background roll and, behind her, Mark was 
busy moving a light-stand.

"Shit, Allison. What is you want from us?"

"You know what I want. I want to become a brilliant 
photographer... and I want you to help me."

"You could have just asked," Mark said.

"What, ask you to teach me to photograph nudes? You'd 
have run a mile."

"You really don't care how you get what you want, do 
you?" he sneered.

"It wasn't me who suggested that I wear a dress that 
barely covered my tits and it wasn't me that tried to 
sneak a photo of them... not that there's much to 
see... but that's not the point. You weren't too 
particular about trying to get what you wanted. Why 
should I be?"

There was nothing to be said. Once again, they had been 
outmanoeuvred. Stella sat there, just looking 
miserable.

"This is ridiculous," Mark protested, even though he 
knew that there was no winning. His mind was working 
frantically to find a way out of this dilemma.

"Why is it ridiculous?" Allison demanded.

"Because, if I do this ...I mean, what if..."

Allison laughed.

"Mummy says that male actors have two fears when they 
do love scenes with an actress. The first is that 
they'll get an erection. The second is that they won't. 
Does that answer your question? Anyway, it will prove 
if I learned anything about lighting, won't it?"

"Allison, you must see that it is totally inappropriate 
for me to be naked in a photo studio with a fourteen 
year-old girl operating a camera."

"Then think of it as a continuation of my learning. 
I've never seen a naked adult male. You both schemed to 
see my nude body. They call that perversion at my 
school. I want to see yours. They call that normal in 
adolescents. It's your choice."

Even as Mark recognised defeat, a glimmer of an idea 
was starting to form at the back of his mind.

"Okay," he said. "You win. Stella can get dressed and 
then..."

"No," said Allison. "I don't want Stella to get dressed 
yet."

Stella's head snapped up.

"Why not," Mark demanded.

"Because I may want to take some pictures of the two of 
you together," Allison smiled.

"Now listen here..." Mark began.

"No, you listen, Mark," Allison interrupted. "I'm going 
to say it just once more. When Stella took me back to 
the dressing room on that first visit, she couldn't 
take her eyes off me. I had to almost push her out of 
the changing cubicle so I could put that damned dress 
on in private. Do you think that I didn't recognise the 
signs? We have a few lesbians at school and they're 
always hanging around the showers, hoping to... well, 
never mind. Next, there was you, trying to hide your 
hard-on and get a glimpse of my boobs, then acting so 
apologetic when I caught you out later. You can both 
thank your lucky stars that I didn't run screaming and 
crying to mummy... and I won't... so long as you both 
do as I ask. Is that so unreasonable under the 
circumstances?"

"I could just simply take that camera off you and 
destroy the memory card," Mark pointed out.

"You could but it wouldn't be wise."

"Why not?" he demanded.

"Because then I would go to mummy and tell her that you 
had attempted to rape me in the dark room."

"But I didn't," he protested.

"I know but, as you have been at pains to point out, 
even the suspicion would be enough to close you down, 
if not worse."

Without a word, Mark got up and marched out of the 
office.

"Where are you going, Mark?" Allison called after him.

"To the washroom and then to get undressed," he shouted 
back.

Allison relaxed, with a big grin on her face and saw 
Stella scowling at her.

"Hey, Stella. Cheer up. You get to see Mark naked too. 
I know you prefer girls but I can't help thinking that 
you like guys too ...some guys ...Mark for instance?"

Stella continued to glower at her but her heart-rate 
increased. This little bitch missed nothing.

"I thought so," Allison grinned. "You really aren't 
very good at hiding your feelings, are you? Oh, don't 
worry. He hasn't a clue... although you did get him 
pretty turned on earlier. And why not? You really are 
beautiful, you know."

Stella ignored her. Slowly, they two women finished 
their sodas and then Allison stood up.

"Where has Mark got to? Come on... let's go back to the 
studio. Mark, are you nearly ready?" she shouted.

"Two minutes," he called.

"What do you mean... pictures of the two of us 
together?" Stella asked nervously as they stood in the 
studio waiting.

"Oh, I don't know yet, but I'm sure that something will 
come to me."

"You're not thinking of sexual pictures, are you?" 
Stella asked in alarm.

Allison just smiled.

"You bitch," Stella snapped.

"It takes one to know one," Allison grinned. "What 
would you have done with me if you'd had your way?"

"How do you become such a scheming little cow at your 
age?"

"The benefits of an expensive private education," 
Allison replied. "Trust me, there is nothing like a 
private girls school for teaching you how to protect 
yourself. Oh, here's Mark."

The two girls swung round as Mark walked onto the 
background roll. He was totally naked and, in spite of 
her good intentions, Stella found herself taking in his 
body as avidly as Allison was.

Mark stood there, totally mortified. The stress of the 
situation was intolerable. The fact that two young 
women were studying him intently did not arouse him in 
the slightest. He was glad that he worked out regularly 
for at least his lean body was in great shape, even if 
his penis remained limp between his legs.

"So that's what it looks like," Allison observed wryly. 
"I see that you're circumcised. Are you Jewish?" 

He ignored her.

 "Never mind. Would you rotate for us please?"

Mark did as he was told and they saw that he was 
clenching his buttocks.

"Okay," said Allison. "Let's take some pictures."

Once again, she became the consummate professional, 
setting poses, arranging the lights, taking the shots 
and checking the results. She continued for about fifty 
minutes during which time there was not even a twitch 
from Mark's manhood.

"Good. I think I've got some great pictures. Now for 
the good stuff."

"The good stuff? What do you mean?" Mark asked.

"Well, to be honest, I'm quite disappointed," Allison 
said. "Here you are, stark naked with two beautiful 
women on hand – even if I do say so myself – and... 
well... not a flicker from... you know what. It's 
almost insulting."

"Too bad, Allison. I'm not a performing seal."

"Hmm... we'll see, shall we? Stella, please take off 
your robe."

Stella looked at her pleadingly.

"Please don't do this, Allison. You're right. We 
behaved abominably to you but we are truly sorry. Now, 
you've had your fun. Can't you settle for having 
humiliated us both?"

"Humiliated you?" Allison snapped. "What is humiliating 
about having you both pose for the sorts of pictures 
that Mark has taken so many, many times in the past few 
years. So far, my shots have all been perfectly 
tasteful, tasteful enough for any serious photographic 
magazine. But the pictures he tried to get of me were, 
if not pornographic, certainly underhanded. Makes me 
wonder what other pictures he might have taken of young 
girls."

"Absolutely none... I swear," Mark said emphatically.

"Or would have taken given the chance," Allison added.

At this, Mark remained quiet.

"Exactly," Allison said. "And you'd have helped him no 
doubt, Stella. So, take your robe off. I won't ask 
again."

Stella undid the tie once more and shrugged the robe 
off to fall in a heap on the studio floor.

"Okay, Mark. Stand up."

He stood.

"Now, Stella, you kneel in front of him."

Stella gave Allison a look that would have killed her 
were such things possible before slowly kneeling in 
front of Mark. This placed his limp penis a foot from 
her face. There was a sudden flash, and Stella and Mark 
realised that, already, Allison had a picture of them 
in this highly compromising situation. She now had even 
more ammunition to force them to do what she wanted.

"Now then, Mark. You took pleasure in nudging my butt 
with that thing when it was hard in the dark-room. I 
think I have the right to see what it looks like when 
its erect. Stella is going to help you get it up, no 
matter what it takes, aren't you Stella? Now, get to 
it."

Stella looked up at Mark and smiled nervously. Slowly, 
she reached out and tentatively wrapped her hand around 
his shaft. She felt a slight tremor pass through the 
warm flesh. Slowly, she began to move her hand up and 
down along the length of him. As she did so, the veins 
began to pulse a little as blood started to flow and 
harden him. There was a flash as the electronic 
photofloods illuminated the action.

Clearly, the stimulation of Stella's hand was beginning 
to work.

"Fabulous," Allison called. "Now take him in your 
mouth."

Stella leaned forward and closed her lips over the head 
of Mark's semi-hard prick, letting her hand slide down 
to cup his balls gently. There was another crack from 
the photofloods. Stella slid her lips as far down 
Mark's shaft as she could manage, then sucked hard and 
slid her mouth back up again. A shiver passed through 
Mark's body and she could feel him become fully hard as 
she slid up and down. Another flash went off beside 
her.

"Okay, Stella," Allison said. "Pull off that thing and 
let me see it."

Stella sat back on her heels and Allison stood beside 
her. Mark's penis was now hard as a rock and sticking 
it's full seven inches straight out from his body.

"So that's what all the fuss is about," she said, 
reaching out to touch it. "Hmm, warm and hard. Seems a 
pity to waste it. Have you ever had a man, Stella, or 
has it been strictly girls until now?"

Without any warning, she reached out and pushed her 
hands between Stella's legs. Stella doubled up and 
pulled back but not fast enough.

"Well, you're quite wet so you're clearly ready for 
Mark to do his thing."

Mark spoke very clearly and distinctly.

"And if I refuse, what then?"

"Then I go to mummy and tell her that you tried to rape 
me."

"Even though I didn't."

"Even though you didn't," Allison agreed. "But I doubt 
that anyone would believe you."

"As would I... until now."

"What do you mean... 'until now'?" she demanded.

Mark pointed to a small red light high up on the back 
wall of the studio.

"I mean that we now have your little scheme recorded... 
sound and picture. The game's over, Allison."

"You're lying," Allison said but the colour had drained 
from her cheeks.

"You know I'm not. There is a lot of expensive 
equipment in this studio. You don't think that we 
wouldn't have a security camera, do you? We have a 
camera in the office as well. I suddenly remembered it 
and, while you were busy cross-questioning Stella, I 
made sure that the studio camera was focussed on this 
area and had a fresh tape in the recorder. Your whole 
performance is now caught on camera... including your 
confession that you were prepared to accuse me of a 
rape attempt that I had never made. Should make 
interesting viewing don't you think?"

Allison crumpled and tears formed in her eyes.

"What are you going to do?" she asked.

"I'm going to do something I have often wanted to do 
but have never allowed myself to do, knowing full well 
that it is totally wrong, but, now, I don't care."

"What?" she whispered.

"Well, as you said a little while ago, now for the fun 
stuff. You were right when you said that both Stella 
and I lusted after a sight of your body but never 
really expected to see it."

"No!" Allison wept.

"Oh, yes!" Mark smiled. "Stella, grab her arms."

Allison attempted to bolt but Stella was too quick for 
her. She stretched out and grabbed the fleeing girl's 
long, dark hair and jerked her to a halt. Allison 
twisted round to grab Stella's wrists but Mark was 
there and, instead, Allison felt her own wrists being 
grabbed. He easily twisted her arms behind her back 
and, struggle as she might, she could not break his 
grip.

"Okay, Stella. You can have the honour of stripping 
this little vixen."

"Please, no." Allison pleaded. "I wouldn't really have 
told anyone."

"Liar!" said Mark "Now, as you said to Stella, cheer 
up. You might enjoy it."

"Please, you're hurting me," she wailed.

Stella was about to pull off Allison's sneakers.

"Just a minute, Stella," Mark said. Stella paused.

"Okay, Allison. You are what is known as a prick-
teaser. You enjoy getting people turned on, then you 
walk away and never concern yourself with the outcome. 
Well, now is the time for you to be on the receiving 
end. I'll give you this one option. Either you can 
strip to the skin voluntarily or Stella and I will 
strip you, and we won't be gentle about it either. Am I 
right, Stella?"

"Oh, yes, Mark," Stella said firmly. "You're absolutely 
right."

Allison looked pleadingly from one to the other but 
there was no wavering in their eyes.

"I can't," she said.

"That's what Stella said, but you forced her to go 
ahead. Now... I'll count to five and then we'll do it 
for you. One – two – three..."

Seeing the determined look on his face, Allison bent 
over to reach her shoe laces.

 "Just a moment," Mark called.

Allison heaved a sigh of relief. Mark had just been 
testing her but didn't really plan to make her strip 
after all. But when she looked up, she saw that Mark 
was moving a light stand and grabbing his digital 
camera and her worst fears were about to be realised 
after all.

"You're not going to take pictures of me as well, are 
you?" she wailed.

"Too true, sweetheart. I'll never have another chance 
like this in my lifetime. Now get on with it."

With tears running down her face, Allison bent back 
down and undid her laces. The lighting flashed and she 
shivered.

"Pull your shoes off and toss them out into the 
studio," Mark ordered.

Allison did as she was told. Flash went the lights.

"Now the socks."

Flash. Allison stood there, barefoot.

"What next, Stella? Jeans or sweater?"

"Sweater first, then jeans I think," said Stella.

"You heard," Mark said.

As he had seen her do once before, Allison crossed her 
arms in front of her, grabbed the bottom of the sweater 
and pulled it up over her head. Flash! Today's blouse 
was sky-blue. The outline of a bra was clearly visible 
under it. She tossed her sweater to join the other 
clothing. Flash!

"Jeans," said Mark.

Allison's hands went to the waist-band and undid the 
button, then slid the zip down. She slipped her thumbs 
down inside the top of the jeans and started to ease 
them down over her slim hips. Flash went the lights. As 
the jeans moved lower, the bottom edge of her blouse 
came into view and then a pale blue thong that just 
covered her pussy, the lips being clearly outlined 
where the thin silk hugged her body. Flash!

The jeans were now past her knees and she bent the rest 
of the way so that she could step out of them and toss 
them. Flash!

"Blouse, please," Mark commanded.

With shaking hands, Allison started undoing buttons... 
all six of them. Flash! As her pale blue bra came into 
view, her small breasts began to heave and the 
trembling of her hands nearly defeated her. In the end, 
it was done and she slipped the blouse off to join the 
rest of her clothes.

Flash.

"Very nice, Allison. Bra."

Allison looked out to where Mark stood, camera in hand.

"Please, Mark. Don't make me do this. I'll model for 
you like this if you want, but don't make me go any 
further."

"Allison, I'm going to say this to you just once."

She winced as she heard so many of her own words being 
repeated to her.

"You had absolutely no concern for Stella and I when we 
asked you for the same consideration. I told you. This 
time, you are going to perform. This is just the 
opening act. Bra... please... now!"

Allison stood rigid with fear.

"What do you mean... just the opening act. What are you 
going to do to me?"

"Oh, I'm sure some ideas will come to us," Stella 
chipped in. 

 "Bra!" snapped Mark.

Allison went to turn her back but Mark would not allow 
it.

"Face us until I tell you different," he snapped.

She turned back towards them. Her hands went behind her 
back and fumbled with the clasp of her bra. Finally, 
she had it undone. Using one hand to clasp the garment 
to her chest, she slipped one of the straps off her 
shoulder, then swapped hands and slid the other strap 
off. Unable to delay any longer, she grabbed the thin 
fabric in one hand and flipped it away from her.

Allison heard Mark gasp as she stood there naked to the 
waist. She watched in fear as his penis, which had gone 
limp, now immediately began to harden again. The fact 
that he was still naked began to fill her with an 
ominous dread. In a series of small jerks, his prick 
went from full droop to full erection as he drank in 
her body. The loss of her bra had revealed to Mark and 
Stella the two tiny, perfect orbs that they had both 
hoped so secretly to see; alabaster skin covered gently 
swelling flesh with sweet little pink rosebud tips from 
which small protuberances now stood high and proud. 
Briefly, Allison's hands hovered in front of her to 
shield her breasts from their sight but, as if knowing, 
it would not be permitted, she let them fall to her 
sides again.

Mark gave Stella an enquiring look. Stella nodded her 
head appreciatively.

"Very nice indeed, Allison," Mark sighed. "Very nice 
indeed."

Allison felt her face burning under their scrutiny. 
Flash went the camera lights again.

 "Okay, last item."

Allison simply shook her head.

"Stella!" Mark said.

Stella moved to where Allison stood, gripping the side 
bands of her thong in determination that it should not 
be taken from her. With virtually no effort at all, 
Stella grabbed the front of the thong and tugged. The 
side bands snapped in unison and slid through Allison's 
sweating palms as Stella snatched the garment away and 
threw it onto the pile on the studio floor. Now it was 
evident why Allison was so reluctant to lose this last 
item. Unlike Stella, she was completely clean-shaven 
and the rippled line of her pussy was completely 
exposed. She slapped both hands over her crotch but not 
before there was a blinding flash from the camera.

"Take your hands away, Allison." Mark said.

Allison made no move to comply.

"Do it," Mark roared.

With a whimper, Allison took her hands away. She 
watched in shame as Mark zoomed in on her sex and 
winced as the camera flashed once more. Then Mark 
passed the camera to Stella. And walked into the centre 
of the set. He turned Allison sideways and stood facing 
her. 

"Kneel down," he commanded.

Allison, guessing what was coming, was now openly 
sobbing but did as she was ordered. With his rampant 
prick so close to her face, she shut her eyes.

"You wanted to see an erection. Now, look at it."

Allison felt him grab her hair and pull. She screamed, 
more from shock than pain.

"I said look at it," he said.

She opened her eyes and saw the glistening tip inches 
away.

"You've already got me hard. Now take it in your 
mouth."

She looked up at him, pleading with her eyes.

"It's no good looking at me like that, Allison. You 
kept demanding that I not treat you like a fourteen 
year-old child. So I won't. Suck it."

With a look of revulsion on her face, Allison inched 
forward until the head was touching her lips and, for 
the first time in her life, she tasted the salty tang 
of a man's pre-cum juices. She grimaced, mainly at the 
thought, for the taste was not as offensive as she 
would have imagined.

"Open up, and if you use your teeth, I won't be 
answerable for what happens next."

Allison opened her lips and he used his grip on her 
hair to pull her perfect mouth onto him. She gulped as 
he pushed more and more of his shaft into her, until 
she could feel the tip touching the back of her throat 
and gagging her. 

 "Suck on it and pull back," he told her.

She pursed her lips and slid them back up him. He began 
pushing her head down again and then guiding her up 
until he had got her established in a steadily 
quickening rhythm. So long had all his desires been 
repressed, that – in seconds – he exploded into her 
mouth as the camera flashed again. Allison panicked as 
great gouts of hot, sticky semen hit her throat. She 
was forced to swallow quickly to avoid choking on the 
salty jism. She feared these powerful jets would never 
end and, in sheer desperation, she used all her 
strength to push herself back from him, taking the last 
bursts of white goo on her chin, where it dripped off 
to trickle slowly down between her heaving breasts.

Slowly, Mark's breathing returned to normal and he saw 
Stella watching him intently. Allison was now bent over 
with her forehead touching the floor. She was crying 
softly.

"Okay, Allison. Look at me," Mark said gently.

Allison's head came up off the floor and she sat back 
on her heels.

"This evening, you deliberately set out to hurt Stella 
by making snide remarks about lesbians, as if – somehow 
– they could corrupt you. I think it's time you added 
to... what was it you called it... your education. 
She's all yours, Stella. Let me know what I can do to 
help."

Smiling, Stella stood and looked down at the cowering 
girl.

"Just watch her for a moment," she said, and sprinted 
off to the back of the studio. Mark watched her 
flashing bum and her shapely legs as she sped away and 
again wondered how he could have failed to be aware of 
her very obvious charms until now. In moments, she was 
back with a pile of soft blankets and a pillow which 
she lay on the floor beside Allison.

"Lie down," she ordered.

"Why? What are you going to do?" Allison asked in a 
small voice.

"Just lie down," Mark barked.

Allison lay on her back, head on the pillow.

"Just hold her arms over her head will you please, 
Mark," Stella said.

"No," wailed Allison. 

She sought to get away but Mark had already moved to 
grab her. He pushed her onto her back on the pile of 
blankets and, kneeling at her head, held her wrists 
tight to the floor above her shoulders. The next thing 
Allison knew was that Stella had grabbed her ankles and 
pushed her legs apart, quickly kneeling between them so 
that she could not close them again. Scarlet with 
embarrassment that she was now totally exposed, Allison 
tried to wriggle away but she was no match for Mark and 
she finally lay still. She felt Stella lean over her 
and then felt Stella's lips come into contact with one 
of her breasts. She gasped. No one had ever touched her 
in a sexual way in her entire life, although she had 
tried to have a furtive rub of her own clit on 
occasion, but it was very difficult with a protective 
mother and little privacy.

She knew that a number of girls at school claimed to 
have sexual experience but although, occasionally, she 
would allow a Grade Twelve guy or the son of one of her 
mother's friends to kiss her, the minute his hand 
started to rove, she would push him away, turn on her 
heel and leave. The same beauty that drew males to her 
like bees to honey also intimidated them and none of 
them had ever risked going beyond the very strict 
limits that she set. But now, she was in no position to 
enforce any rules of conduct.

Pinned to the floor, she gulped as Stella closed her 
lips over one of her proud little nipples and one of 
her hands slid over the other delicious little breast, 
working the second nubbin between her finger and thumb. 
Allison's eyes, which had been tightly shut, flew open. 
Behind her, Mark crouched, gripping her wrists and she 
was astonished to see that, already, his cock was 
hardening again. She looked down at the top of Stella's 
head as she still concentrated on Allison's now very 
sensitive breasts. Stella continued to suckle and rub. 
Suddenly, Allison felt something that was new to her, a 
tingling, warm sensation forming in the pit of her 
stomach. She became aware, too, that her nipples were 
now so hard that they almost hurt. Almost, but not 
quite. What was happening to her? The warmth from her 
stomach was starting to spread, and it was moving 
mostly downwards.

Stella slid her lips away from the breast she had been 
sucking on and she used her other hand to replace it as 
her mouth moved down over Allison's rib-cage. Now, with 
both her breasts being stimulated and her nipples 
throbbing, Allison began to discover new layers of 
sensation that she never knew existed as Stella 
continued licking her way down the slender, lithe young 
body beneath her, until her tongue found, and began to 
explore, Allison's belly-button. Allison felt her 
stomach starting to convulse under the little jabbing 
and flickering movements of Stella's tongue and the 
taut flesh positively quivered. Just when the sensation 
was becoming almost unbearable, Stella started moving 
down again and the spreading heat moved ahead of her to 
centre itself between Allison's legs. Allison was 
almost past caring at this point. She wasn't even aware 
that Mark had let go of her wrists. Stella withdrew her 
hands and placed them on Allison's hips. Totally 
unselfconsciously, Allison placed her own hands on her 
breasts and began to squeeze and rub them herself. 

She felt Stella's mouth glide over the flat planes of 
her stomach and on to her pubic mound. The next thing 
she knew was a tongue exploring her most secret area. 
She was shocked to realise that she was already soaking 
wet down there and when Stella began nuzzling on her 
clit, it felt as though she had received a violent 
electric shock. 

Allison's back arched and her butt came right off the 
blankets. Stella rode up with her and continued to 
nibble as Allison's body began a slow rise and fall in 
response to some automatic internal response mechanism. 
Agonizingly intense sensations swept over her as 
Stella's tongue slid down along her labial outer lips, 
now wide open and glossy from the secretions that were 
pouring from her. Another inch, and the tongue found 
the small, round opening it sought and Allison gasped 
again as the questing tip entered her and began to 
explore her moist, warm tunnel. She was now completely 
beyond any control as a wave of total ecstasy poured 
over her. She thrashed around on the blanket, panting 
like a blowfish, as the first real orgasm she had ever 
experienced crashed over her like a tidal wave. A long, 
low wail escaped her lips as her body shook and 
quivered in release. 

Still Stella's tongue drilled her vagina and then slid 
back up to her clit. Allison's hands slid from her 
breasts and she began beating her fists on the floor as 
her body continued to spasm. She felt something new at 
her entrance and grunted as Stella introduced first one 
finger and then a second into the slicked up opening. 
She bent her legs at the knees, clamping her thighs 
together to hold Stella's fingers in place as they 
explored and probed. She felt hands fondling her 
breasts again. Opening her eyes briefly to see how 
Stella was managing it, she found that Mark was leaning 
across her and taking over where Stella and she had 
left off. Somewhere in the back of her mind, for a 
fraction of a second, she thought vaguely that she 
should be outraged but the moment passed and she was 
way past caring. Stella was nibbling her swollen clit 
and her nimble fingers were turning her insides to 
jelly. Mark now had her nipples so erect that she 
though they might burst. Stella took Allison's swollen 
clit gently between her teeth, driving her over the 
edge again as a second, even more intense climax 
enveloped her whole being and left her swooning.

Stella sat back on her heels and Mark came to squat 
beside her. 

"Well," said Stella, "she told the truth about one 
thing. I'd say she's still a virgin."

Mark looked down at Allison. Her dripping pussy was 
wide open to his inspection and he drank in the sight 
of this stunning, satiated girl who had come so close 
to taking over control of his life. He felt Stella's 
eyes on him and saw that they were directed to his mid-
section. So absorbed had he been in what was happening 
to Allison that he'd momentarily forgotten that he was 
still naked and that his penis was standing up, as hard 
as he had ever known it.

The question was, could he now fuck this young girl. He 
stood up and turned away from her, trying to decide. 
She'd tried to blackmail him, even threaten him with an 
accusation of rape that could have sent him to prison 
for years - and he knew what happened to molesters of 
young girls in there. But was that any justification 
for actually raping her. One part of him told him that 
he'd never be likely to have another chance to screw 
anyone as fresh and beautiful ever again and that she 
deserved it. Another part of him said that she was 
young and deserved to be given a break. But dammit, he 
was horny and it had been a long time since he had 
anything but his own hand to relieve himself. Pre-cum 
was already starting to drip from him. God... what to 
do?

As he was busy torturing himself, he felt a hand take 
hold of his and start pulling him down. Snapping out of 
his reverie, he turned back to find that it was Stella 
who was drawing him down. She slowly, sinuously, 
stretched out beside Allison and continued to pull him 
towards her. He lay by her side so that she was between 
him and Allison, who was still trying to get her 
breathing back under control. 

Studying Stella's face, he saw a look in her eyes that 
he had never seen before. In a daze, he moved his face 
towards hers and their lips met... tentatively at first 
and then with growing heat. He felt her pick up his 
hand and place it on her breast, and needed no more 
encouragement. He began to squeeze and caress the ample 
flesh until he felt the large areola starting to puff 
up and the nipple pushing its way into his palm. Their 
tongues met and he rolled on top of her. She spread her 
legs wide to give him access to her. 

Allison had partially recovered and was now watching 
the two of them in amazement. She even scooted sideways 
a little to allow them more space. 

"God, you're going to fuck," she whispered, but in awe 
rather than in shock.

Sure enough, Mark was almost at bursting point already 
and, as his hand reached down to guide his prick into 
Stella's cunt, he found that she was already wide open, 
wet and waiting for him. With a grunt of pleasure, he 
drove straight into her, eliciting a little whelp of 
joy from her in return. Barely in control, he slid 
almost out and then plunged in again, feeling himself 
stroked firmly by her tight, welcoming tunnel. Up and 
down he drove and she quickly took up his pace. Faster, 
and faster still, they went. Mark tried hard to hold 
back but he caught sight of Allison watching them with 
rapt attention, still naked, her small breasts still 
tipped by her engorged nipples and noticed that she was 
no longer making any attempt to hide her exposed pussy. 
The vision of her and the warmth of Stella's embrace 
were just too much for him.

"I'm coming," he shouted, trying to withdraw but Stella 
locked her legs around him and held him inside her as 
they climaxed together. Their bodies hammered up and 
down as the sea of passion washed over them and Stella 
kept shouting "Oh, my god! Oh, my god!" over and over 
again until the wave slowly subsided and Mark was at 
last able to withdraw and flop on his back beside her, 
his limp penis now lying across his thigh.

As Allison lay there watching real live sex for the 
first time so soon after her own sexual arousal, her 
mind was racing. In one short evening, her whole life 
had turned upside down and she had come to understand, 
with overwhelming clarity, things that she had not 
thought about before or had deliberately avoided 
thinking about until now. She knew that her fellow 
students thought of her as a spoiled rich kid. Well, 
her mother had received an extremely generous divorce 
settlement from her industrialist father so it was true 
that they had never lacked for cash. She was aware that 
she was also considered a snob and far too full of 
herself. Guys thought of her as an ice-queen and a 
tease. Hard as it had been to hear it from Mark, she 
knew now that it was all true. 

It was no real excuse but, from the time she was quite 
a small girl, she had constantly been the subject of 
men's lust because of her beauty and she had come to 
mistrust all males, no matter how charming they might 
seem. It wasn't that she didn't like boys... or men. It 
just seemed that they could never see beyond the way 
she looked to discover the lonely person underneath.

But it was also true that her outspoken contempt for 
lesbians was mostly to demonstrate a degree of 
conformity with what most of her peers believed. In her 
most inner heart, though, she knew that it was also to 
disguise the fact that she, too, was not immune to 
enjoying the sight of other girls naked in the showers. 
Her mistrust of men, and society's still prevalent 
taboos about lesbians, meant that she had always denied 
herself, and feared, any sort of sexual contact. As a 
result, she had driven a wedge between herself and her 
contemporaries, both male and female. In truth, she 
didn't know which she might prefer in that department 
but was starting to suspect that she might be quite 
like Stella, fancying both but being very selective.

As to the adults in her life, they existed to be 
manipulated. She had not exaggerated when she said that 
she could persuade her mother to let her to do anything 
she expressed a serious interest in and her father, 
whom she rarely saw nowadays, was putty in her hands 
...as were most men. Little wonder then that she had 
been able to intimidate Mark and entrap Stella so 
easily. She'd had plenty of practice. The only surprise 
in the whole process had been that, although Stella 
gave off a lesbian vibe if you knew the signs, Allison 
had realised fairly early on that she was – in fact – 
bi-sexual, although her first choice would always 
likely be girls.

It also hit Allison that she really had totally over-
reacted. Mark's sole transgression had been that he 
fancied her; Stella's, that she had tried to please 
him. In her spite, she could easily have ruined both 
their lives. As it was, they had turned the tables on 
her but, in the process, opened her mind and body to 
wonders and sensations that she had never previously 
imagined. Her sexual initiation had given her such 
unbelievable, overwhelming physical pleasure that she 
knew she wanted more. She looked at Mark and Stella 
still basking in the afterglow of their passion and 
took some minor satisfaction in the fact that she had 
at least opened Mark's eyes to the fact that Stella was 
beautiful.

Allison propped herself up on one elbow, watching the 
rapid rise and fall of Stella's generous breasts and 
saw the dampness that clung to the springy red hair at 
her crotch. She saw Mark lying motionless, oblivious to 
his nakedness, and recognised that he was, in fact, a 
very good-looking man with a great body. She reflected 
on the fact that, during the week, they had all had 
some genuinely fun times together and she had learned a 
lot; from both of them. She felt an unexpected wave of 
affection sweep over her. Cautiously... slowly... she 
leaned over Stella. Their eyes met. Allison saw 
surprise there, but no resistance. Inch by inch, she 
lowered her head towards Stella's until their lips 
brushed. At first, Allison just let her lips rest on 
Stella's but then she tried a tentative, gentle nibble 
and received a corresponding nibble in return. She 
opened her mouth a little and felt Stella's tongue 
flicker over her teeth and she allowed her own tongue 
to meet it. They began a mutual exploration of each 
other's mouths, with tongues darting in and out and 
fluttering together.

Without breaking the kiss, Allison rolled until she was 
lying half across Stella's body. She was aware of Mark 
turning to see what was happening and heard his small 
gasp of surprise. Still concentrating on Stella, 
Allison reached out her hand until she was touching 
Mark's thigh, then felt around until she found his limp 
penis. She closed her hand around it and began to 
stroke it gently. Then she rolled still further until 
her body fully covered Stella's and she could feel 
their breasts mashing against each other. She wiggled 
her hips and felt the coarse hair at Stella's groin 
exciting her own clean-shaven pussy. 

As she continued stroking Mark, she could feel him 
getting hard again and knew exactly what she was 
inviting from him. Strangely, it didn't frighten her. 
She let go of him to concentrate on Stella. She broke 
the kiss and, as Stella had taught her earlier, she 
slid down to take Stella's nipple in her mouth and 
fondle the other breast. She felt the fullness and 
weight of it, felt her fingers press into the yielding 
flesh, explored the rigid tip and wondered at the 
sensation of the areola swelling to her touch.

She felt instinctively, or maybe from her own growing 
excitement, that arousal would be much faster the 
second time around and quickly began sliding further 
down Stella's body. As she did so, she glanced up at 
Mark. He was now standing, watching them, slowly 
stroking himself. She smiled warmly at him and then 
returned to what she was doing.

Until today, the idea of taking a penis into her mouth 
or licking a girl's pussy would have revolted her but 
having once done the first, and having experienced the 
effects of the other, she no longer harboured such 
reservations. Her tongue pushed through the tangled 
strands of Stella's pubic hair and she was acutely 
aware of the pungent aroma of Stella's recent love-
making with Mark that clung to it. Undeterred, she used 
her tongue to seek Stella's clit which was still 
partially engorged. It took little effort to bring it 
back to full erection and she heard Stella mew in 
pleasure as she took it gently between her teeth and 
nuzzled it.

Suddenly, she felt strong hands on her hips. She did 
not look up from pleasuring Stella. She was well aware 
that the sight of two girls making love together was a 
powerful aphrodisiac to many men and she was equally 
sure that the sight of her butt stuck up in the air 
with her anus and vagina fully exposed would be more 
than Mark could resist. To make sure that he got the 
message, she spread her knees further apart and 
continued to lick and nibble Stella's glistening slit. 

She felt Mark kneel behind her and her heart began to 
pound. She was about to lose her virginity... the very 
last thing she had planned... but now, as Mark had 
warned her, having led him on as she had in the last 
few minutes, she was going to have to perform... and 
she found herself willing, even anxious, to do so. He 
leaned over her back and his hands slid around her 
sides and cupped her breasts. Immediately, she felt the 
tingling in her stomach again. She heard his sigh of 
ecstasy as he gently fondled her small mounds, running 
his index fingers in small circles round her nipples 
before tweaking them. She could feel her own juices 
lubricating her and groaned happily as she felt his 
hand leave her breast and seek to explore her throbbing 
vulva.

Stella had placed her hands gently on the back of 
Allison's head. She was panting and Allison heard her 
speaking in a low, guttural voice.

"Oh, yes, Allison. Oh, that's it! Oh god, just keep 
doing that. Oh, yes! That's so-o-o good."

Allison redoubled her efforts allowing her tongue to 
circle and probe Stella's entrance while, at the same 
moment, she felt Mark's hands spread her ass cheeks, 
circle her anus and then a finger slid forward to rub 
along her labial lips to her clit. The friction of his 
finger was in danger of sending her over the top again. 
Her tongue plunged into Stella's vagina just as Stella 
bucked in a violent climax. Allison continued to work 
Stella with her tongue but Stella pleaded for her to 
stop and rolled sideways into the foetal position, 
rocking backwards and forwards as the orgasm continued 
to pulse through her.

With Mark still kneeling behind her, Allison crawled a 
pace forward to give herself some room and then sat up 
and pivoted to face him. She saw the look of suspicion 
on his face and reached forward quickly, placed a hand 
on each of his cheeks, then leaned in to kiss him. 
There was just a moment while he considered if this was 
maybe just the prelude to another "tease" but then he 
pulled her to him and kissed her hard. They clung 
together, kissing wildly until she lay back and pulled 
him with her, their lips still locked together. He 
followed her down and collapsed on top of her. She 
could feel his rigid penis against her thigh and she 
spread her legs so that he could slide his body between 
them. He placed his hands on either side of her 
shoulders and pushed his torso up off her chest. He 
lifted his head last of all, finally breaking the kiss. 
She saw him looking down at her and his longing for her 
was palpable.

"Oh, god, Allison ... you are so beautiful and god 
knows I want you, but..."

"I know, Mark, 'I'm only fourteen'.., she mimicked. 

She heard him groan.

"...but, for once, I know exactly what I'm doing and I 
want this... and so do you. Please, Mark!"

He was about to protest again but she placed a finger 
on his lips to silence him. Still he didn't move but 
she gave him her warmest smile and tossed her head 
slightly and he was lost. Gently, he positioned himself 
over her and lowered his hips till the tip of his prick 
found her clit. He began rubbing himself up and down 
the length of her slit and, in seconds, she was ready 
for him. He probed for her entrance, found it, and 
pressed gently down. At first, nothing happened so he 
pressed a little harder and she felt him start to slip 
into her. He felt huge to her and a little tremor of 
fear run through her body. Immediately, he stopped 
pushing and withdrew.

"I'm sorry, Allison. This is a bad idea, I'm hurting 
you." he said.

"No," she whispered. "It's just... it's my first time 
and I know it will hurt but please, Mark, please don't 
stop now."

"Are you sure? We just wanted to teach you a lesson. We 
didn't intend to hurt you."

"I promise you, I've learned it... truly!"

She reached out and grabbed his penis firmly in her 
hand, pulling on it, guiding it to her waiting vagina.

"Just do it , Mark," she said firmly.

With a sigh, Mark again lowered himself onto her and 
she felt the throbbing head of his cock pressing again 
at the opening to her previously unplumbed passage. He 
paused for just a second and then pushed harder and 
there was a moment of sharp discomfort as he slid deep 
within her and her tight, hot flesh yielded to a penis 
for the first time. She felt tears well up in her eyes 
but she placed her hands on his buttocks and pulled him 
tightly to her, feeling his swollen testicles nestle 
against her anus.

As the discomfort of this first penetration began to 
diminish, she was aware of Mark beginning the slow 
slide back and forth that was the prelude to her first 
full sexual encounter. Now that it was really happening 
to her, she knew that most of the stories she had heard 
from her fellow students were lies because the truth 
was that this feeling of fullness, of two bodies 
totally becoming one flesh, was quite indescribable and 
something so personal, so intense that she wanted to 
keep it selfishly all to herself and not share the 
experience with anyone.

Her virgin passage gripped Mark's penis tightly in a 
warm, pulsating vice that massaged every nerve fibre 
along its length. He concentrated on controlling his 
rhythm. He wanted to be absolutely sure that Allison 
was right there with him. He needn't have worried. The 
first time that she had felt these new sensations in 
her stomach and loins, she had not been sure what was 
happening to her, especially as it was another woman 
causing them but, this time, she knew what her body was 
doing and welcomed it. She was surprised to find that 
she was able to relax and enjoy the rising tide of 
feeling being awoken again by the rigid flesh that was 
now pistoning up and down inside her. Feeling her 
rising excitement, Mark quickened his pace and felt her 
draw up her knees to help steady them. He pushed harder 
and faster until he was piercing her as deeply as his 
throbbing prick would go. She met every thrust with a 
counterthrust, grunting with pleasure as he drove into 
her.

She locked her legs behind his back and her arms around 
his neck. His powerful thrusting now lifted her bum 
clean off the floor and she clung to him, working her 
hips up and down to assist him in obtaining the maximum 
stroke. Just when he felt that he couldn't hold on any 
longer, she let her arms go from around his neck, 
flopped back on the blankets with her bum in the air, 
legs still gripping his waist and their groins welded 
together as he, once again, spilled hot cum, this time 
deep into her pulsing pussy. She made little animal 
noises as he pumped hard and long, and she felt his 
seed splash the very back of her constricting passage. 
With one final thrust, he went rigid for a moment and 
then collapsed, gasping, on top of her. She lay there 
with her eyes tightly closed, keeping her legs tightly 
locked so that he couldn't withdraw and continued to 
savour the feel of him inside her.

At last, she could feel him going limp and her legs 
were starting to cramp. Reluctantly, she let them slide 
down his hips to the floor. As he started to pull out 
of her, she let out a moan of protest but he slid out 
of her anyway and lay beside her, gently stroking her 
hair. She felt a hand on her hip and, once she had 
regained some control, she opened her eyes. She saw 
Mark and Stella, one lying on either side of her, 
looking at her anxiously.

"Are you okay?" Mark asked nervously.

She looked up at the two worried faces for a moment and 
then a wide, totally genuine smile crossed her face.

"Never better," she grinned.

She saw them both relax visibly and burst out laughing.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"You know why. This whole evening got totally out of 
hand and there is going to be hell to pay," Mark said.

"What makes you say that?" Allison asked quietly.

"Jeez, Allison," Mark shouted in exasperation, "where 
shall I start? Corrupting the morals of a minor, taking 
nude pictures of an under-age girl, sexual assault... 
rape!!! Do you want me to go on?"

"Aren't you forgetting luring, deception, blackmail, 
and a number of other offences that I don't know the 
names of?"

"For what little it's worth, Allison, I don't think we 
tried to blackmail you," Stella said.

"Not you, you idiot. Me. Look. I'll spell it out for 
you. When I saw Mark focussing in on my boob that 
morning, I was pissed off. I figured that he was just 
like all men, only sneakier. I sort of decided that if 
any chance came along, I'd get back at him. By that 
time, I'd figured out that you liked girls but I was 
still surprised when it was you that offered me a job 
here."

"I'll admit that our motives were not the best, Allison 
but, as it turned out, you proved to be a hard 
worker... and - surprisingly - fun to have around," 
said Stella.

"And I was only too glad to say yes to your offer 
because, although I do genuinely want to learn to 
become a great photographer, mainly I was fairly sure 
that I'd find some way of getting back at you both, so 
neither of us has anything to be proud of. After that, 
you know what happened. You began trying to help me and 
I, behind your backs, acted exactly like what you 
called me ... a total bitch.... And I'm truly sorry."

"You're sorry?!! What we did in return is 
unforgivable," Mark said.

"No, it isn't, because I forgive you."

"Hell, Allison, we're supposed to be responsible adults 
and your only fourt...," Mark began.

"Mark Webber, if you say 'you're only fourteen' one 
more time, I swear to God. I'll... I'll... Ugh!!!"

She shook her head in frustration.

"Okay... okay. I get it," Mark replied, "but what the 
hell do we tell your mother?"

"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm not proposing to 
tell her anything so, unless you're planning to fire 
me, and want to explain to her why, I'd suggest that we 
just keep quiet about tonight."

"You mean that you really do want to keep on working 
here... in spite of everything that's happened?" Stella 
gasped.

"No," Allison grinned. "I want to keep on working here 
because of everything that's happened."

She pointed to the back wall of the studio.

"Unless you were lying to me, that security camera has 
been recording everything."

Stella and Mark whipped round and looked to where she 
was pointing. Sure enough, the red LED light was 
blinking steadily.

"Oh, shit," Mark exclaimed.

"What do you mean, 'oh shit'? You should be glad, 
Mark," Allison said. "If it ever came down to it, the 
tape would prove beyond doubt that you raped no one. 
Both Stella and I were quite willing participants. 
Nevertheless, maybe it would be best for all of us if 
it was destroyed, don't you think."

Mark nodded.

"We'll do it, all together, before we leave the studio 
tonight. The question is, where do we go from here?"

"Oh, that's easy," Allison chuckled. "Tomorrow, Stella 
and I continue preparing for next week's shoot and 
fashion show. If you really think that I have what it 
takes, I become one of the models for both and, if 
everything works out as you forecast, I'll tell mummy 
that I really want to use modelling as a springboard to 
being a photographer... and that I want you to be my 
personal manager, with Stella as my personal stylist."

"My god, girl. You've got it all worked out, haven't 
you?"

Allison's face fell.

"What's the matter. Aren't you pleased?"

"Pleased?" Mark said. "I'm ecstatic, of course I am, 
but..."

"But what?"

"Well... you know... you, me, Stella?"

"Oh, that!" Allison chuckled. "Well, Mark, I am only 
fourteen you know and you were my first, so chances 
are, when I'm much older, say fourteen-and-a-half, I'll 
meet someone younger than you and fall madly in love 
but, until then..."

She reached out and grabbed one of Mark's hands and one 
of Stella's hands, lifting them into the air.

"...until that time, I have two experienced lovers who 
both excite me beyond my wildest imagination and who 
also care for each other very much. I would say that we 
are all in for a memorable summer, wouldn't you?"

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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