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Lauren Gisal Part 21A
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Lauren Gisal
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Chapter 21a
Thursday 13th August
Nikki and Lauren discussed the idea of Lauren returning to Marlene's
for another session of photos. Nikki said she thought it sounded like
fun, especially since Lauren had clearly enjoyed herself so much. She
was also happy to go along with the story of Lauren staying at her
house for the night - something that was not uncommon and therefore
was unlikely to be discovered. Both girls knew that sometime Lauren
would have to do the same for her, and that's what friends were for.
Jim had called her earlier in the week to confirm that he had talked to
Marlene and she would be able to offer Lauren some work, although
nothing very exciting. She had also said `yes' to allowing them both
to stay the night and so the plan swung into action with Lauren filling
a small overnight bag with her pyjamas, an old dressing gown with
Cookie Monster on the pockets that her mother insisted she pack, and
other non-essential items. With her toothbrush, flannel and little bits
of makeup packed into a wash bag, she snapped the locks shut and
bounced out of her room. Since she only been awake for about an
hour, this in itself was almost a record for a non-school day. There
had been little choice on what to wear, either her yellow dress (no,
because she wore that the last time she saw Jim) or a semi-traditional
white cotton dress with embroidered flowers around the puffed
sleeves and hem (that'll keep mum happy as well). The saving grace
about the white dress was that she had been given it one summer
when she was about ten, and since it would hardly go out of fashion,
the great benefit was that as she grew older, and taller, so the dress
grew shorter.
She had agonised over her wardrobe the previous night, realising that
almost all her clothes were for little girls, rather than a young
teenager. She wished she had the money to change many of them, but
knew that just with most of her schoolfriends, they had to exist on
their weekly pocketmoney. A few of her contemporaries had been
lucky enough to get Saturday jobs (such as that fat girl Claudette who
worked in her father's shop) but even then it was usually only during
the tourist season. However, she did determine to think hard in the
future about the clothes she bought, rather than keep buying the same
cheap old things whenever she had a few francs to spare. White
underwear and the famous sandals completed the look, and it would
just have to do.
At precisely eleven o'clock, she waved good-bye to her mother and
walked in the direction of Nikki's house. However, three minutes
later, she arrived at the bus stop further down the road, jumped
aboard when the bus arrived thirty seconds later and took a seat on
the opposite side to her house. As the bus moved off, she crouched
down, pretending to open her luggage, just to make sure that nobody
could see her from the street. She sat back up once she knew she was
approaching the industrial area, mighty pleased with herself and ready
to alight at the station.
Lauren waited less than five minutes for Jim. He sauntered around the
corner of the station clutching a dreadful old brown grip that looked
like it had also seen time in India.
"Where did you get that thing?" she asked.
"My mum made me bring it" he said, clearly embarrassed. They
kissed each other self-consciously, feeling eyes watching them as
they made their way to the ticket office and then on to the platform.
They had almost twenty minutes to wait and so they caught up with
each others news, while avoiding the obvious topic of the
arrangements for the night. The journey was uneventful, and Marlene
was at the station to give them a lift back to the house. As Lauren
climbed the stairs from the garage, she looked around to find that
nothing seemed to have changed. The door to the reception area was
open, and she waved to Simone sitting behind the desk, talking to
someone on the phone. Simone smiled back warmly, waving at her to
come in and sit down.
Marlene shut the backdoor and joined them, waiting for Simone to
finish on the phone before talking.
"Well, hello again! said Simone, rising from her chair to walk round
the desk. She sat down on the edge cross-legged, facing the two
children. She looked just as beautiful as before with her long dark
hair shining naturally as it hung over her shoulders and down her
back. Her tight-fitting white polo-necked sweater and short black
skirt and stockings, black heels and a black belt that pulled her waist
in accentuated her figure and gave incredible shape to her medium
sized breasts and hips. "That set of photos that you did last time,
they've really grown on me. You turned out to be very relaxed and
capable. Well done!" she smiled.
Lauren blushed noticeably, looking at her knees and then across to
Jim and Marlene. "It was fun, I really enjoyed it. Do you have some
more for today?"
"Sure, I took a look at the run list, you can do sweaters or knickers.
Nothing famous though. Then we've got some bras and blouses -
matching would you believe!" said Marlene happily.
"Do you want my advice?" asked Simone.
"Sure" said Lauren
"I think you'll find it's too hot to do the sweaters, even with the air
conditioning in the studio. They're for the winter catalogue and we
don't have to have that finished for another month.
"OK, let's do the others then" said Lauren, keen to get the session
underway.
"I'll stay here again" said Jim with mock boredom.
"Tell you what, let's have a quick look at your last session and make
sure we realise what went right and what went wrong" said Marlene,
pulling an album across the coffee table. She opened it at the front
page, and Lauren was delighted to see that there was a full sized
portrait of her, enlarged from the last time, stuck right on the inside of
the cover. Lauren thought she looked great, so clear and fresh. She
thought her mother would love the photo but was quite sure that it
would be impossible to explain where it had been taken.
They leafed through the album, pointing at deficiencies in both the
camerawork and the modeling. Lauren saw once again the shots of
her knickers, and true to form, Marlene discussed them in a purely
technical manner. Lauren could remember every last word that
Marlene had used to describe the knickers and her vagina, and was
impressed to hear them all over again, plus a few additional details
about the colour of her skin and the shape that the tight knickers
suggested as they hugged her pussy lips. Lauren thought about Jim
but dared not look at him. She remember the thick cock pushing
against her entrance as they lay on the studio floor, and also his
hardness as he rested against her on the mountain. She was convinced
that if she had touched him then she would have found his cock hard
and ready.
Simone gave her the stock numbers of the knickers and disappeared
into the technical room. The light above the door once again stated
`No Entry'. Lauren went through the studio and into the storeroom,
leaving Jim to sit and read women's magazines. She was quite sure
that within two minutes he would be looking through the pictures of
her. She certainly hoped so. She located the boxes quickly, pulling
out all the different styles in her size. Luckily they had already been
bunched together because there were over twenty pairs which were
going to take some time to photograph. Marlene knocked on the door
as she pulled the white dress off over her head.
"Can I come in?"
"Sure"
"Simone will do your hair and makeup - you'll need it for the blouses
and bras. Why not put the first pair of knickers on and come and sit
out here by the makeup table. Oh, and wear them in the order you
find them, otherwise everyone gets confused. Use any old blouse on
top that you want."
"OK, be out in a minute"
Lauren pulled her own knickers off, inspecting the gusset for any tell-
tale signs of happiness, and pulled on one of the samples. She
grabbed a pretty white blouse that was conveniently hanging on one
of the racks and slipped it on, fastening a couple of the buttons at the
front. Simone had been right - even with the air conditioning it was
warm in the studio. She walked across the floor to the small stool and
sat down, looking in the mirror at her face and hair. As if by magic,
Simone stood behind her, placing her hands on her shoulders and
gathering her hair together.
"Your hair is getting dry in the summer heat, you're going to have to
look after it a bit. I'll wash it for you tonight and show you what you
can do." said Simone, massaging Lauren's forehead and pulling her
hair back over her crown.
"That would be nice, are you staying here as well tonight"
"Sure, I often do." She paused, taking a brush to Lauren's brown
wavy hair and gently working at the tangles. "You know, I'm glad
you're seeing Jim. He's a nice boy." She paused again to continue
her brushing. "I had a boyfriend at your age. He was very special to
me as well."
"How long did you go out with him for?"
"Oh, about two years." She brushed slowly, running from the top of
her head and down the side to her shoulders. The motion caused
Lauren to lean back and rest her head against Simone. "We used to
make love at every opportunity we could, just like you and Jim. Just
like millions of others the world over. I used to think it was so
dreamy."
"What happened?"
"Oh, we just drifted apart. Nothing definite, just stopped seeing each
other as regularly, and then that was it. But he encouraged me to go
in for modeling, and I'm so grateful that he did."
"Do you still do any?"
"Oh yes, now and again" Simone paused, brushing continually.
"Perhaps we could do some together. Actually, we could do some
together after you've seen my portfolio. That might give you some
ideas about what you would like to do."
"I'd really like that" said Lauren, pleased that Simone felt she could
trust her enough to talk to her about her boyfriends and past loves.
"OK, it's a deal. After you've done this knicker stuff, then we'll take
a break and I'll show you the pictures." She crouched down behind
Lauren and looked at her in the mirror. "Guaranteed to make Jim
randy as hell, though. Can you handle him?" she giggled.
"Yeah, he'll just have to wait `til tonight!"
"Let's do it then!" enthused Simone, standing back up and selecting
eye shadow and a little lip gloss. She made her up carefully, looking
very closely at what she was doing as she bent over Lauren, taking
care not to block the light on her face.
"There you go, that should do. We might touch you up a bit later if
you get hot under the lights. I'll go and tell Marlene that we're
ready."
Lauren wandered over to the stool, and saw the armchair over in the
far corner of the white studio floor. Her mind started to run through
her love-making with Jim until she realised that to continue might
result in another damp patch in her knickers which would be naughty.
Her imagination took hold of her thoughts, leading her astray by
suggesting that the only time she could do that would be for sexy
photos, like Jane in the video film. The thought produced a surge of
excitement within her as the idea took hold, until she shook her head
to try and bring herself back to reality. However, the germ of the idea
had been implanted and was not going to be killed off lightly.
"OK!" bellowed Marlene, striding into the studio, "Is that the first
pair?"
"Yes, the label says HG020"
"Thanks. Now, I want you to stand on the yellow spot each time. I'll
take two pictures of each. First straight on, the second with you
turning a little to either your left or right. Doesn't matter which way.
Hands on head!" Marlene looked into the viewfinder of her camera
and focused on Lauren's knickers. She then stood up, holding the
cable release and smiled at Lauren. "Here we go." There was a flash,
and Lauren turned to her right. A second flash. Lauren squinted in the
bright lights, remembering the difficulty she had last time in seeing
the camera.
"Very good. Should be HG021 next, then 22, 23 and so on. This
time, can you just tie up the blouse in a knot so that it's well above
the waistline. Thanks."
Lauren went back into the clothes room and slipped of the first pair,
leaving them fairly tidily on the floor. The second pair fitted just as
well, and Lauren walked quickly out to find the yellow spot. Marlene
took both pictures.
"Just a thought, why not bring the whole pile out here. I won't look,
promise!" said Marlene.
Lauren scooted back into the clothes room and picked up the pile,
taking off the previous pair and leaving them on the floor again.
Naked from the waist down, she returned to the studio, dumping the
knickers unceremoniously on the floor. Engrossed in her work,
Lauren squatted in front of the lights and looked through the pile for
HG022, finding them towards the bottom of the pile. Annoyed that
they weren't in order, she stood and pulled them over her legs and up
to her waist, making faces as though they were too tight. She brushed
her wavy brown hair away from her shoulders in mock annoyance
and faced the camera.
After a couple more samples, Lauren pulled off pair HG024 and sat
down on the studio floor. "I'm going to sort these into order or we'll
be here all night!"
"OK, no hurry" replied Marlene from somewhere beyond.
Lauren immersed herself in the task of sorting them into numerical
order, oblivious to her surroundings. She initially sat so that her
bottom rested on her feet, but as she moved around, sorting them out,
she crawled around the floor in all directions, realising after a couple
of minutes that her sorting scheme was not working well.
"Here, let me help" said Marlene, walking towards her. She sat down
as well, not looking at all at Lauren, just concentrating on doing the
job. When it was almost finished, she returned to her position and
Lauren pulled on pair twenty-five, sighing out loud and jumping
happily onto the yellow spot. They continued, Lauren gaining
confidence as the session began to get it's own rhythm. After another
fifteen minutes they had finished, and Lauren scampered back into the
clothes room to pull on her own knickers and group together the
samples. She grabbed a short skirt off the rack and pulled it on. As
she returned to the studio, Simone came into the room.
"Hey, looks like I'm just in time. Want to see my portfolio then?"
"What about Jim?" asked Marlene
"He's seen a naked girl before I think, and Lauren can look after him
later!" said Simone, giggling as she looked at Lauren, who giggled
too at their grown-up conversation.
"OK then, let's take a look" said Marlene, leading the way out to the
reception area. Jim was waiting there, clearly pleased to see Lauren
again and anxious for her to sit next to him as he moved cushions
around the sofa. Simone walked across to the filing cabinet and
pulled out a photo album, fifty centimeters square. She laid it on the
table and sat with the children next to Jim. Lauren glanced up as she
heard a clink to see Marlene bringing a bottle of champagne and four
glasses across from inside the filing cabinet.
"Time to celebrate!" she announced.
"What's it for?" asked Lauren.
"We're celebrating that you two are here! And today you can drink as
much as you want, you don't have to go home tonight, eh?" said
Simone.
"That's really nice of you, we're very grateful!" said Jim, taking the
glass offered to him. Lauren looked at the champagne and told herself
that she would only have a little this time. They clinked glasses and
settled down to look at the album.
"This is more like a history book." said Simone. "The only person
who has ever taken stills of me is Marlene, and she started when I
was about eleven. So here we go!" Simone turned back the cover to
display two portraits of herself, both taken outdoors. "Most of these
were taken before I did any film work"
"You're so pretty there!" exclaimed Lauren. Jim opened his mouth to
speak but said nothing. Simone turned the page to show some studio
shots, four to each page, with Simone dressed in a skirt and blouse
with white tights or stockings on her legs and shoes that seemed to
glitter in the lights.
"That's me in my party dress, the first time ever that I had worn
stockings with a suspender belt. That day I did a load of catalogue
stuff. Sweaters and tracksuits I think. Goddamn boring, so Marlene
let me dress up." Marlene smiled contentedly at her young model and
made comment about how difficult it was on some days to get her to
do decent poses. Lauren was spell-bound by the pictures and thought
to herself that it was interesting how fate had conspired to give them
similar experiences. The page turned, showing Simone in a selection
of nighties. Clearly, that was the only thing she was wearing as it was
easy to see her nipples and the dark triangle of hair through the
delicate fabric.
"Do you do any films now?" asked Lauren.
"No, I stopped a few years ago. I wanted to do sort of sexy horror
stuff but there aren't very many directors who are into that sort of
thing. The last one I did went wrong because the director didn't
understand what the story required. We were filming and he just
stopped it because he got scared, I think. Weird man, he was."
"This was really effective" said Marlene, pointing at a shot of Simone
taken from the side in a white nightie, bent backwards over a small
padded footstool, her hands trailing behind her with her feet on the
ground. The mound of her vagina and the suggestion of her breasts
gave the picture a highly erotic feel without being overtly sexual.
Lauren turned the page, sneaking a look at Jim. She put her left hand
on his thigh. There were only two pictures on the next page, full sized
of Simone in a similar pose over the low stool, but naked. She turned
the book round to orientate it properly, noticing the tuft of pubic hair
and the nipples showing clearly in the profile. Lauren slurped at her
drink noisily.
"That's ... great" said Jim. Lauren and Simone looked at him as if to
encourage him to expand on his comment. "I mean, it's beautiful, the
line from your feet all the way to your hands down here." Lauren
smiled, nodding in agreement as she squeezed his leg.
"Think I should do that?" asked Lauren.
"Er, I'm not sure. Do you want to?" he asked.
"Maybe. We'll see!"
"There's no hurry. You do what you want." said Marlene.
The next few pages showed Simone in evening dress, swim suits and
sports clothes, gradually growing older as the pages turned. Lauren
thought she would have been about sixteen in her tennis outfit,
showing her well developed legs, a hint of frilly knickers and very
evident nipples underneath her blouse. Her hair was shorter in the
pictures, making her look a lot younger. Jim turned the page and drew
breath quickly. The next two pictures showed Simone back in the
studio, sitting on the white chair that he knew so well, naked with her
legs pulled right up to her face so that the shape of her vagina was
clearly obvious between her legs, without showing too much detail
except a little of her pubic hair. In the second photo, Simone was
peeking from behind her legs, smiling straight into the camera. Lauren
had never seen such a beautiful girl naked, and looked at the perfect
shape of her legs, the way her arms curled around them and the
cheeky grin on her face as she smiled. Her hair fell straight from her
head, framing her cheeks and adding contrast against her faultless
skin.
"I'm going to start printing the pictures we took this afternoon, you
three can carry on. Just shout if you need me!" said Marlene, entering
the darkroom.
End of Chapter 21a
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