Exposure
15
Review
“Rose” by sakkmesterke, ID254610976 licensed from Shutterstock.com
ELIZABETH AND I had a great night on Friday. My last class was out and I was free for a week. Unfortunately, that meant Beth would return to class on Monday. Ronda and I had found a nice club to dance at while she was in town, that didn’t serve alcohol so we minors were allowed in. Beth and I had a good time and went back to her house for loving afterward. Saturday after a late morning, I went to the bus station and picked up Patricia and Anna to start our spring break. We all stayed with Beth that night.
Sunday, Patricia, Anna, and I headed east toward the nearest bridge to Canada in Detroit. We weren’t really planning to camp, so stayed in one of the nice suites at the Holiday Inn in Windsor, Sunday night.
“I’m not very enthused about the Windsor area after our little driving tour today,” Anna said. “It’s kind of industrial. Maybe we should look at other entry points for finding a house.”
“We don’t need to find a house in Windsor,” I said as I cuddled with the two girls in bed. We might have a little less sex this week with two girls who weren’t interested in loving each other. But… What am I talking about? I had two lovers with me. I was sure there would be plenty of sex.
“Where else?” Patricia asked.
“Well, the important part about Windsor is access. It’s less than 300 miles from Chicago to Windsor. We can make that in a day’s drive easily. Once we’re in Canada, who cares where we go? Ronda and I drove out to some pretty cool towns that really promote their English heritage. Very cute places. And there’s a real revival of the arts,” I said. “There’s a huge theatre festival in Stratford, and another newer one in Niagara-on-the-Lake. We didn’t get all the way over there to visit that one.”
“That sounds like fun. Let’s do it!” Patricia said.
“Do what, exactly?” Anna asked.
Patricia rolled over the top of me and onto Anna, much to Anna’s surprise.
“Let’s kiss and see what that does to our boyfriend,” Patricia said, much to all of our surprise. “I keep thinking that the awkward part about being four women in love with one man is waiting our turn. It would be so much better if we were entertaining each other some of the time, don’t you think?”
“Um… Really? I mean, I don’t have anything against it, you know. I mean against girls loving girls. I just never thought about it affecting me before.”
“Well?”
“A little kiss wouldn’t hurt,” Anna said.
From that point, Patricia was absolutely no more experienced than Anna was. They started slowly, experimentally pecking at each other’s lips. Then their lips stayed together a little longer. I was sure I saw their tongues touch. They pulled back a little and just looked into each other’s eyes.
“You know I really do like you a lot,” Anna said. She kissed our girlfriend again.
“I’m glad,” Patricia answered. “There’s a reason I chose you to be my daughter’s godmother. It wasn’t to try and push you and Nate closer together. I didn’t think you needed any help with that. It was because I felt closer to you than any of the others. And um… I’ve just decided I like kissing you.”
“It’s as new an experience for me as kissing Nate the first time was. I… um… Kissing makes a girl want to do so much more,” Anna said.
“I think our lover is ready for the next step. Just let me stay in touch with you while we make love to him,” Patricia said.
She rolled off of Anna and gave me access while the two girls continued to hug and give each other little kisses. Anna opened her legs to me, but I gently tested with my fingers to see if she was ready. As she said, kissing made her want to do so much more.
That didn’t begin Patricia and Anna making love to each other, but they’d moved to a new level of intimacy in sharing me. After I made love to Anna, the two girls bracketed me, alternately kissing me and kissing each other. Soon I was wearing a condom and being guided by Anna into Patricia’s warm pussy.
“How did you manage to get a prescription for birth control pills?” Patricia asked Anna when we were all cuddled and nearing sleep.
“Oh! Didn’t you know?”
“I heard there was a clinic in Dubuque that would fill the prescription, but I thought you had to have a prescription.”
“Ronda’s father, Dr. Mays. He requires an examination, but it isn’t too intrusive. He prescribed Chris’s pills. When he found out his daughter had gotten them in Colorado, he prescribed them for her, too. I thought you weren’t on them because of the baby,” Anna said. That was news to me.
“My body is pretty much back in shape from giving birth. I can’t believe I left my baby with my mother and just took off to another country for a week of sex and sleep,” Patricia said.
“Speaking of which, none of us have to get up at a particular time in the morning. Sleep sounds really good,” I said. I often didn’t sleep more than three or four hours at night. I wasn’t sure why. Everyone I knew could sleep for ten hours without even trying.
Monday, we drove on over to London, Ontario and got a hotel room there. We spent the day just driving around the city and trying not to get lost. It looked like it was a fast-growing place with over 200,000 people already. We moved on to Stratford Ontario, another forty miles northeast.
And we fell in love.
Less than a tenth the size of London, Stratford was a vibrant area where the Shakespeare Festival had revitalized a community after a major business left town. We were there too early in the season to see a show. The production of Hamlet wouldn’t open until the end of May. The season ran until early September, so it was just over three months.
We wandered around the town, and found an open restaurant. The hotel was very cheap in the off-season, though we were told things start picking up by mid-April when the casts and crews start arriving to begin rehearsals. We found a real estate brokerage and looked at several listings posted in the window.
We apparently spent long enough reading them that the broker came out to ask us if we were interested in anything specific.
“I don’t see what we want listed, though there are some really nice places here,” I said.
“Are you performers? We have seasonal listings available.”
“No. I’m a photographer and thinking about relocating up here,” I said.
“Up. I see. From the US?”
“Yes. It’s not urgent to find a place, but we’d like to find one before it becomes urgent, if you know what I mean.”
“I’m sure I do. Dreadful thing that war. Don’t envy anyone in the US these days. A place for the three of you?” he asked.
“Actually five,” Anna said. “Two couldn’t get free for this trip. We got off for spring break and decided to scout things out.”
“And a baby,” Patricia said. “We expect we’ll have a fair amount of visiting back and forth, but would like to explore the possibilities of dual citizenship or at least residency.”
“I’m Harold Duncan, by the way.”
“Nate Hart,” I responded, shaking his hand. “Anna Marx and Patricia Kowalski. Our other two partners, like Anna said, are in school and the baby is with the grandparents.”
“And, not that it makes a world of difference in a theatre town, but the other two partners… men? Women?” Harold said.
“Women,” I said.
“But we’ll be a single household,” Patricia interjected.
“Well, like I said, doesn’t make a world of difference in a theatre town. Often rent to same-sex couples. Occasionally to triunes. Can’t say I’ve rented or sold to a penta—whatever they’d call that. Why don’t I take your names and give you some literature about the town. I’ll take down what you think you want in a house and what price-range you think you’ll be able to afford. Also, how you plan to finance it. Might be difficult for minors from America to get Canadian financing. Yes, we still consider you minors until twenty-one. There’s talk of lowering the drinking age to the age of legal majority at eighteen. Many financial institutions are following suit and considering eighteen the proper age these days. Some consider it to be nineteen to assure the client is out of secondary school.”
“Interesting. I’ll do some checking of our resources in the US,” I said. “I have a good income from photography, even though I’m only a nineteen-year-old university student. It seems that a town with a heavy theatre presence would be good for a business like mine.”
“Yes. In fact, having a vocation that you bring with you and that shows you are not taking a job away from a Canadian citizen is a definite plus. The government tends to smile on people who bring a business to the country.”
We went into the office and spent an hour with Harold, filling out forms, describing what we thought we wanted, going over what I needed for a studio, and giving a profile of our ‘family.’ Harold was brought up short when he was trying to find out about the baby.
“My husband was killed in Vietnam. Anna and Nate are my daughter’s godparents,” Patricia said.
“I’m very sorry,” Harold said. “Believe me, I will do what I can to help you all find a place to live in Stratford.”
We stayed another three days there and decided not to go on to Niagara-on-the-Lake. We’d found a place that felt like home.
We were all happy to get back to Tenbrook and see our little girl. I swear she got bigger every time I saw her. In fact, at 38 weeks, Toni was getting to be a big girl. She was turning herself over and beginning to scoot across the floor, not quite on her knees yet. We dressed her in her newest outfit and went to Easter service to hear Mom’s sermon.
I looked around Tenbrook before Anna and I headed back east.
“What are you looking for?” Anna asked as we drove around the town.
“Oh, just being a little sentimental,” I said. “I feel like we just found a possible new home and I wanted to spend a few minutes looking at our old home.”
“Yeah. You know, even living in Rockford, I haven’t felt like I’ve really left home. I come back here nearly every other weekend. But being over five hundred miles away in a different country really puts a different twist on the idea of leaving home.”
“Well, we don’t need to worry about it right away. It’s all a contingency plan, you know? I’ve got a four-year student deferment. Maybe the war will be over by then.”
“I’ll pray for that,” Anna whispered. “But we might still want to move.”
Now that spring break was over, the most important thing was what I considered my review by my patrons. I spent time in the studio every evening, sometimes with one or more of the girls and sometimes alone. Levi had located some additional props and backgrounds, like he said he would. That was what the girls had been organizing when I interrupted them with my study group.
“Expecting anyone else tonight?” Theresa asked on Thursday evening.
“No. All alone tonight,” I said as I went over the list of new props and drops that had been acquired.
“Good.” In less than a minute, Theresa was naked. “Now, my high school crush, let me show you some of the new stuff and start pulling things for your session Saturday. Do we have an idea yet?”
“Yes. Actually, I do have an idea. Getting away for a week really helped clear my head.”
“With those two girls, I’ll bet that’s not all that got cleared,” Theresa laughed. “Don’t worry. If you’ve got any backup yet tonight, I’ll take care of it.”
“How on earth did we get from classmates who hardly ever talked to each other to coworkers, one of whom runs around naked at work?”
“Oh, believe me, in my high school fantasies, I ran around naked with you a lot,” she giggled.
“I think it was probably a good thing I didn’t know about that. I still love thinking about your hard little nipples tenting your blouse.” I reached over and stroked her breasts, paying special attention to those same pointy little nipples.
“I caught you once,” she said, leaning against me and enjoying the attention. “We were freshmen. My breasts had really just started growing and they itched like crazy. My mother put me in a training bra. I hated it so much that I went to the restroom and took it off as soon as I got to school. So, there I was in Social Studies class, absently rubbing at my itchy breast when I looked up and saw you staring at me.”
“I remember that clearly. I’d been caught and was sure you were going to complain to the teacher or something. I knew it would be worse than you calling me Alfred E. Newman.”
“Really? Tell Mr. Humphreys? That old pervert would have joined you in staring. He did sometimes anyway. But my breasts started itching in a different way when I knew you were looking. I kind of narrowed my scratching until I was really just rubbing my nipple. It was so hard and tender. I finally moved my hand away and saw my nipple poked my shirt out. So, I just kind of pulled my blouse tighter against me to make it obvious and went back to studying.”
“I watched for the rest of the class period, just imagining what it would be like to rub that little nipple and feel it get hard like that. I was hard for the rest of the school day, and when I got home, I had an incredible orgasm, just thinking about your nipple. I’ve had several since then, too.”
“Want to have one now?” she asked. “I’d really love one. I’m still trying to decide if I prefer girls or boys. I don’t have much access to boys to compare to.”
“Maybe I can help. In the interest of your education.”
Sex with my high school fantasy girl was a great way to burn off tension over my upcoming photoshoot. We flopped down on the sofa and started making out. I thoroughly explored those pretty little breasts with my fingers and my lips. Not that they were still tiny, but they weren’t all that large either. I started working my way down her torso and over her stomach, pressing her legs open as I got down to her pubic area.
“You’re shaved nice and smooth down low,” I said.
“Leora said if I wanted to be licked, I needed to cut the forest. And I… really like being licked.”
“Mmm. And you’re so tasty, too,” I said, scooping up some of her lubrication with my tongue. “Are things good with you and Leora?”
“Oh, yeah. But we aren’t getting together much any longer. She’s got a boyfriend and doesn’t need a girlfriend now.”
“I’m glad to know that. I wouldn’t want to make an unwelcome pass at her,” I said.
“It would be welcome. She is constantly hopeful that you’ll make a pass at her and take her… Oh! Yes! Please do that some more. Mmm, Nate fuck me with your fingers and your tongue. Oh, yeah!”
The conversation came to an abrupt end as I licked her through a couple of strong comes. I crawled up her body and kissed her tits and then her lips some more.
“Come on,” she panted, pushing me upright.
“What? Where?”
“Darkroom. Beth told us there was no fucking in the studio. But then she reminded us that in case of emergency, the darkroom is not the studio.”
Theresa practically dragged me into the darkroom and closed the door. She turned on the light and I saw there was a stool in the room.
“We thought you’d be more comfortable with someplace to sit in here. You know, while things are developing,” Theresa said.
She started pulling my clothes off and I retrieved a condom from my wallet. Theresa was between my legs with my cock practically down her throat. She backed off and rolled the condom on, then straddled me on the stool. She held my erection straight, pointing at her opening and settled down onto it.
“Oh God, yes! Oh, Nate. Three years wanting to feel you inside me. Oh, this is good. I want your come to be more powerful than any you imagined while fantasizing about me. Oh, yeah. Mine is definitely going to be.”
“Theresa, it’s not going to be long in getting here. God, you’re tight and hot and slippery. I’ve wanted to fuck you for four years. Yes. Bounce on me. I’m going to come in you!”
I filled the condom. She convulsed on my cock. We kissed and petted. And then we got busy and did it again.
Maybe Theresa knew better what she was doing than I did. We did get some props pulled for Saturday and I was pretty relaxed when we ducked back into the darkroom for another quick fuck.
I didn’t bother to go to the studio on Friday. Beth and I went out to dinner and didn’t speak once about Saturday’s photoshoot. In a very unusual move, she went back to my room with me, waved to my roommates, and went into my bedroom to spend the night.
When Beth and I got to the studio at 11:30 Saturday morning, Levi was directing Leora, Cassie, and Theresa in arranging seating for a dozen observers. I wondered who the heck all the people were going to be. The first one to arrive was Uncle Nate and he was escorting a statuesque blonde dressed in a minidress with a plunging neckline. I reduced my estimate of her height after I saw the platform heels she was wearing, but she was still nearly six feet tall. All she carried was a makeup bag.
“Nate, this is Rose Thorne. I’ve notarized a model release and verified her true identity. She’s twenty-two years old.”
“Thank you, Mr. Mayer. Rose, it’s nice to meet you,” I said taking her hand.
“Likewise, I’m shoo-er,” she drawled. I thought that was a little over-played.
“Let me show you where to put your makeup kit and we’ll talk about what is happening today,” I said, leading her behind the privacy screen. “Rose, I ask this of every model who comes in here. Are you here of your own free will, without being coerced by anyone?”
“Wow! Mr. Mayer said you’d be straight up with me. I thought he meant something else. I think accepting payment to be here amounts to being here of my own free will.”
“What are your expectations?”
“I was paid a lot of money, flown from Vegas to here, and given a nice hotel room. I was told you were a very special kind of photographer and I was to place myself in your hands and do whatever you told me to for the next forty-eight hours. I just need to tell you, I don’t do pain shit.”
“You’re a professional call girl?”
“No! Oh, God, no. I’m a showgirl. But when one of the big bosses offers you a really plum deal if you’ll just play the game for a weekend, you gotta take it. You know what I mean?”
“Yeah. I think I do. The bosses had one over on you, though.”
“How’s that?”
“This isn’t porn. There’s no sex allowed in the studio. And I don’t date models.”
“Really? I guess I’m a little relieved. I’d have done whatever you wanted, though. I really need the break.”
“You’re an actress?”
“No. Dancer mostly. I was hired as a showgirl because I’ve got firm tits and don’t mind showing them. I was doing that at a strip club, but I really hated the club scene. I got recruited by a producer who liked my style,” she said. “So, we aren’t doing nude stuff or sexy things?”
“Oh, I didn’t say that. No porn. No fucking. But I’m going to work with you to create some really great sexy photos. Unc… Mr. Mayer didn’t give you a chance to look over the gallery before he handed you off and I suppose our audience is already seated in front of it now. So, you’ll have to trust me to take great photos that will bring out more than the showgirl in you,” I said.
“I guess that all comes under the heading of doing whatever you want me to. I take it you’ll probably be touching me, though.”
“Probably. Maybe intimately. There will be three reasons to do that. First, to get you posed like I want you. Second, to build a connection between the two of us. Third, to make this long and sometimes boring day of hard work a little more pleasant for both of us,” I said, smiling at her. She responded with a smile.
“Okay. I barely have a high school education, but I’m not a dummy.” She took my hands. “I’ll tell you these are real, not fake,” she said guiding my hands to her breasts. “I haven’t forgotten how to get pleasure from them, so I’ll try to tell you how to make it feel good for me. The same goes for any other part of my body you touch. Just—like I said—no pain stuff. I’d walk out before I put up with that.”
“Rose, I think we understand each other perfectly.” I gave her boobs another nice squeeze and then turned her head left and right. “I’m going to do a few portrait shots just like you are. But your makeup is more appropriate for stage. I’ll work with you or have one of my assistants work with you to tone it down for our second round of photos. And I take it that you assumed we’d be working nude, so this is the only outfit you brought? That’s fine. We’ve got a lot of costumes we can pull and we’re pretty good at improvising things. Are you ready to start?”
“I think so. Lead on.”
I got her into position on the stool and Theresa was right where I needed her to adjust the spot light. We had the white backdrop pulled and I decided I needed the blue.
“Blue,” I said.
Leora and Cassie jumped to change backdrops and Theresa slipped a filter into the spotlight. Our team was running smoothly. I noted that Elizabeth was serving drinks to the patrons. I just hoped they weren’t going to get drunk and rowdy.
I got Rose back on the stool in front of the backdrop and unbuttoned her top two buttons, talking quietly to her as I folded the collar back and stroked up her neck.
“Should I be playing toward the audience?” she asked, glancing toward the patrons.
“No. I’m your audience. You play toward me. They’ll undoubtedly enjoy seeing your tits when we get that far but, believe it or not, they aren’t here to see you. They’re watching me.”
“You seem awfully calm about it.”
“Quaking in my boots, doll. Never let ’em see you shake.”
“I like you.”
That surprised me. She was being very cooperative with every little adjustment I made and took my instructions to play to me seriously. If anything, she became more seductive. I liked the look.
“I like you, too, Rose. That finishes this roll. Come behind the privacy screen with me.” I led her behind the screen and put an arm lightly around her as she sagged against me. “We’ll go black next,” I called out. “Leora, I need a party dress. Cassie, set us up a party table with a cocktail and canapes.” I finished unbuttoning Rose’s dress and pulled it off her shoulders. She was topless but wore pantyhose with her platforms. When I pulled the dress off, she stood up a little straighter so her boobs were thrust out.
“What do you think?” she asked.
“Rose, you must know exactly what I think. You’re a beautiful girl. I love your breasts. I’ll make sure you feel worshiped when we get that far. I’m glad there are no marks from bra straps.” I smoothed the skin around her breasts anyway and lightly stroked over her nipples. Leora brought a dress.
“I think this should fit. It’s a real fifties look. Okay?” she asked.
I looked at the dress and nodded. It was a classic sleeveless, off-the-shoulder little black dress. It was tightly fitted around the bust and an A-shaped flare from the waist. I held the half-slip for Rose to step into and pulled it up over her hips.
“We’ll need gloves and a hat,” I said. I pulled the dress over her raised arms and spent a minute making sure it smoothly cupped her breasts before I zipped it up.
“This fits like it was made for me,” Rose said.
“We have a good deal with a vintage clothing store that Leora and Cassie found. They swap things in and out regularly. Leora’s good at estimating sizes and makes sure we have a variety. You look like a million bucks in it.”
“I feel so pampered with you taking care of dressing me. You could kiss me, too, you know,” Rose said.
“You’re being very seductive,” I said, lightly kissing her lips. “I want to see that in our photos. I’m going to have Leora adjust your makeup slightly while I check on the setting and get the camera loaded.”
The party scene was fun and we proceeded to get a little risqué as Rose found her skirts tossed up over her back, the front of her dress slipping down below her boobs, and at last a carefree tossing of the dress away and running around in the half-slip and pantyhose.
“How about one where I’m a real dominatrix?” Rose asked as we went behind the privacy screen to change her clothes.
“Leora, we need a black corset, hose, and a garter belt. See if you can find a pair of spike heels that will fit Rose. And a little something to put over it to start. Cassie and Theresa, find me a dungeon. Whips, chains, stocks, backdrop. If we didn’t get an appropriate drop in this week, pull down the red.”
“Wow! You’re like a magician the way you just say something and it materializes. You’re like The Amazing Ballantine.” Her stomach growled.
“Don’t know him,” I said. “Elizabeth! Food!”
We’d been working over two hours and this next set was going to be a long one. I was trying to develop a scenario that would feature the domme within the slight framework of what I had available. Elizabeth rushed in with food and arrived behind the screen just as I was pulling Rose’s pantyhose off.
“Oh! Nice!” she said. “We’ve got some little sandwiches and I brought you tonic. We put the cookies and fingerling cakes on the table on set. Will this get you through?”
“Thank you, precious,” I said as I kissed her.
“I can’t tell a thing about what they’re doing. They whisper a lot and are writing lots of notes. I don’t think they’re all… um… patrons,” Beth said.
“I don’t care, sweetheart. They’ll tell me if I don’t pass their mysterious test and I find I’m without a studio.”
“Oh, my God! Would they do that?” Rose asked. Leora handed me the black merry widow and I held it against Rose’s bare breasts.
“Good. Good. Um… They could take away my backing, but I don’t think Levi would let them take away my studio unless I did something to really offend them. Here, step into this.” I pulled the garment up her legs, pausing long enough to stroke lightly over her pussy. “Nice and smooth. Let’s tuck those lips into the panties.” Beth and Leora both left, chuckling a little.
“You’re really as friendly with your assistants as you are with your model,” Rose said as she ate a sandwich.
“That one is my girlfriend.”
“Oh, my God. And she saw you, like, touching me?”
“Don’t worry. She knows from experience what goes on behind the privacy screen. She’ll have a great time telling the others about it.”
“Other who?”
“The other girlfriends. Now, I’m going to have Leora make your makeup a little more severe. We’ll hold the mask in reserve. Let’s start with the hose and garter. Oh, you’re getting used to having me dress you, aren’t you?” I pulled one stocking up and stroked the inside of her thigh all the way to her pussy before I attached the garter. Then I did the same for the other side. This time when I reached the top, her hips involuntarily thrust forward against my hand.
“Dress me. Undress me. Touch me. Caress me. Are you sure we aren’t going to do any porn? I’d… be willing.”
“Rose, we’re making art right now. You’ll have some new photos you can use for your portfolio, too.”
I left to take a look at the setting. The party supplies had been removed. The backdrop the girls had found was of very old-fashioned timber rafters. It was painted with the kind of care I had learned to love in Jerry Carson’s backdrops.
“The back of it says ‘The Crucible,’ so I guess it was for a stage play,” Theresa said. “As long as she doesn’t lean against them, we have these fake timbers that were part of the set.”
“We’ve got a few props. There’s a selection of whips, believe it or not,” Cassie said. “Also, silk rope, handcuffs, masks, and a bench that’s a little higher than our normal chairs.”
“I like it. If this goes as well as I think it will, I’ll want the bed with red satin sheets and strips of fabric I can use to wrap and tie with. Not more than a foot wide.”
“Boss has a kinky side,” Cassie snickered as she went off to prepare the props.
The domme scene went well. We were able to work some of her seductive looks and poses as she held a whip in a threatening manner, then used it to swat her own butt. She quickly found that the bench was a good height for leaning over. That showed cleavage to die for.
As we progressed, I worked her out of bits of the costume. I swapped the merry widow out for a black bra, but she lost the panties with it. I added the mask and set a whole new kind of scene as she crawled around and crouched as if she was ready to pounce. When I freed the boobs from her bra, I spent a couple of minutes massaging them to be sure there were no marks. Rose sighed deeply as I stroked down over her bottom.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Any time.”
She was surprised when I took the whip from her and put a blindfold over her eyes. Once blindfolded, I led her to the bed and spent time lifting her, positioning her legs, stroking her body, moving her hands, and dragging my fingers up through her pussy.
We shot several poses and I caught her hands in a strip of satin. I wrapped her wrists and pulled them over her head to fasten to the head railing.
“You know this isn’t tied tightly,” I said as I stroked and petted her. “If you need to get out, you can simply pull your hands out. But you don’t want out, do you?”
“No. I want you to… take me.”
“I’ll take you to dinner when we’ve finished this scene. Right now, I’ll just drag this riding crop up your legs and let it drop so your pussy slit is covered. Oh, but your breasts. With your arms over your head, I could just fall on these luscious tits and make a meal.”
“Please… do,” she gasped as I tweaked her nipples lightly, mindful of the fact that she didn’t like pain.
I took more pictures, twisting her, turning her, giving an occasional lick to her nipples, and eventually pulling the blindfold from her face. Her head swung toward me and the look in her eyes could have started a fire.
“That’s it!” I said when I’d snapped the last picture.
I swept in to release her hands and pick her up to carry to the privacy screen. I sat with Rose on my lap, cradling her. She pulled my face to her and kissed me passionately as I stroked her breasts and over her pussy. There weren’t any clothes left to take off her.
“No fucking in the studio? Really?” she said as she held my hand to her moist pussy.
“No fucking in the studio,” I confirmed. “Let’s get you dressed so you can get dinner and relax for the night.”
“Was taking me to dinner a real offer? I’d kind of like to stick around here with you guys until everyone else is gone.”
“Absolutely. I’m going to process a few rolls of film while the girls clean up the studio and put everything away. You can sit with me in the darkroom if you’d like.”
“Okay. Thanks.”
Rose got dressed as I went out to gather the several rolls of film Cassie had carefully marked for me. Uncle Nate was waiting.
“I can get Rose back to her hotel,” he said. “Nice job today.”
“Rose would like to stay and go to dinner with us. I’ll get her back to her hotel,” I said.
“Makes sense. You all had a good working rapport today. Your crew has really shaped up.”
“I’m really happy with them.”
“Would they work well with your crew from Tenbrook? I suppose not all of them are available, but we might want to stage something big this summer. Think about it.”
That kind of threw me and I hardly noticed Rose come into the darkroom with me while I got the first roll in the tank. She’d dressed, but hadn’t put her platforms back on. At one point, I put a hand on her leg and discovered she hadn’t put her pantyhose on, either.
“There are a lot of things you could do with my pussy that aren’t fucking,” she whispered as she dragged my hand up under her skirt. I did wiggle my fingers there for a few seconds, but I had to return to swishing the film in the tank.
“One of the things we’ve learned is that processing film and printing proofs requires attention and interrupts things. Here, why don’t you turn the crank on this roll while I print a proof sheet of the first one. It will give us something to look at during dinner.”
I’d also learned that if I had an assistant turning the crank while I printed a proof sheet, I’d have my hands free for a couple of minutes during exposure and developing. During that time, I managed to slip my hands inside her dress and caress her boobs while I kissed her neck. Then, I’d have to jump back and move the print to the next tray.
Still, by the fourth roll, I’d managed to get my fingers in touch with her pussy while she turned the crank on the developer tank. I was seriously wondering if the two minutes between shifting from one tray to another was enough to eat her.
“Can I come in when you get a break?” Beth called from outside. Rose clamped her knees together.
“Let me get the tank sealed on this last roll,” I said. I finished sealing the tank and then opened the door to let Beth in.
“She has clothes on,” Beth said as she came into the little room. I closed the door and switched to red light so I could print the next proof sheet.
“We… um… weren’t… doing anything… or not much,” Rose stammered.
“I know. Keeping the film turning in the tank really hampers things doesn’t it? You’ve got two minutes between baths and you have to figure out if you can come during that time or if you’ll just get frustrated,” Beth said.
“You’re really laid back about leaving a wanton woman alone with your boyfriend,” Rose sighed.
“It’s 1969,” Beth said. “Free love, you know? As much as Nate plays around with his models, though, he isn’t really that promiscuous. I’d be worried about disease if he was sticking his dick in every model who came into the studio.”
“I’m clean,” Rose said quickly. “I mean, all the girls in the show have to be tested each month for venereal disease. He wouldn’t catch anything from me.”
“That’s good to know, honey. Nate, if we can wrap up here in the next half hour, we’ve got a reservation over at the Trat. You were taking all five of us out, weren’t you?”
“Of course. Thanks for taking care of that. We can walk over there if you’re okay with that, Rose.”
“Yeah. I can walk in these. No problem. Showgirls spend hours in their heels, not just walking but dancing.”
The five girls and I had a nice meal at the little Italian restaurant over on State Street. And it wasn’t ridiculously priced like a couple of the hotel restaurants were. I didn’t need to pay twenty dollars each for dinner. Then Cassie told me that she had money from Levi for dinner. Nice. We got a chance to take a look at the proof sheets. We had some good pictures.
“So, what kind of drops do we have back there?” I asked. I’d seen a dozen rolled up theatre backdrops, but I hadn’t gotten a look at any of them.
“There’s a bright painting of a downtown street. It was labeled Guys and Dolls,” Cassie said. “And a kind of fantasy forest labeled Peter Pan.”
“A castle wall with a painted gate and drawbridge marked Camelot,” Theresa joined.
“I like the New York Skyline silhouette for On the Town,” Leora said.
“A stormy sky that wasn’t labeled, but could have been from Wizard of Oz or something that had a big storm in it,” Beth said. “And a huge palace interior for Anna and the King.”
“Remember the ankh we used a few weeks ago? Leva said it was from that Mozart opera. There’s an Egyptian tomb kind of backdrop from that. And one of arches and minarets that was labeled Kismet. It reminded me of 1001 Arabian Nights,” Cassie said.
“And a kind of Victorian ballroom for Orpheus in the Underworld,” Leora concluded. “That’s all I can remember, but I know there are a couple more.”
“Wow! That’s a lot of pieces,” I said. “I’d like to try out the castle wall as a possibility tomorrow, but we might move to the forest scene. I’d like to light it so it’s mysterious and a little foreboding.”
“What about props and costumes?” Leora asked. Rose was just watching the conversation with her mouth open. I reached over and lifted her chin.
“It’s just a creative brainstorm regarding what we’re going to do to show you off tomorrow. I got inspired by your comment about being a magician” I said aside to Rose, then turned back to the girls. “Let’s look at anything we can use to create a mystic atmosphere. I don’t want her to look like an evil witch or a stage magician, but more like Morgan le Fay or an enchantress.”
“Oh, Rose won’t have any difficulty being an enchantress,” Beth laughed. “She had you under her spell all day.”
“I think it was the other way around,” Rose said. “I can’t believe the things we did today. Are you going to undress me again tomorrow?”
“Let’s say that I’m going to reveal you tomorrow. Oh, it will be much more than simply undressing. I’ll be tossing scenes and situations at you that change you from a showgirl into a work of art.”
I stroked Rose’s cheek and she leaned into my hand. I dropped my hand to her leg where I’d been exploring in the darkroom and left it there through the rest of the meal, as we talked about costume bits and props. I suggested we’d need a fan to blow her drapery. The girls really started getting into it, but Rose just listened and let her legs drift apart.
“Finish it,” Beth whispered to me as we walked out of the restaurant. “She’s so close we can all smell it. Make the last link and create the bond that will make magic tomorrow.”
“Are you suggesting…?”
“That you fuck her? At least give her an experience she won’t ever forget. But yes. If the opportunity is there, probe her to the depths, my love.”
The girls all headed toward the campuses and left me standing on the corner with Rose.
“Would you like me to escort you back to your hotel?” I asked.
“I’d really appreciate it if you did,” she answered. “Since I’m not sure which direction it is. Mr. Mayer picked me up today. All I know is there were train tracks overhead.”
“Well, that’s everyplace in The Loop,” I laughed. “You’re at the Hilton, right?”
“Yes.”
“You probably could have walked to the studio faster than you got there by car. I live just half a block away.”
“Maybe we should go to your place,” she laughed.
“Not unless being stared at by a lot of horny college students is your thing. I live in student housing,” I said. “Elizabeth lives three floors above me on a girls’ floor.”
“Wow! As much as these guys are laying out for this photo session, I figured you had a swanky apartment someplace.” She took my hand and I held it as we walked.
“I’ve had a business and sponsorship for going on three years. I live a pretty modest lifestyle. Until last fall I lived with my parents out in Tenbrook, about 150 miles from here. I’m trying to learn more about my art in college.”
“Um… Does holding hands make this a date?” she asked as we walked to her door. She got out her room key.
“No. I think two friends can hold hands while walking through a strange city,” I laughed.
“Not to mention holding my pussy all evening,” she said. “So, we aren’t on a date and we aren’t in the studio. Would you like to come in for a while?” she asked.
“Uh… Rose, I’d love to spend time with you, but you need to know this isn’t part of what you were hired for. You don’t owe me anything but your cooperation in the studio. That’s it.”
“Okay. So, it’s not a date, it’s not in the studio, and it’s not my job. Good. Now would you like to come in and at least make out for a while?”
I followed her into her hotel room and we were about two steps inside with the door barely closed when we started kissing.
“I asked your girlfriend if it would be okay to have you in,” Rose said as we collapsed on the couch in her room and kept kissing. “She suggested I should try to have you spend the night. Would you, Nate? You’ve had me turned on most of the afternoon. And just thinking about what we’ll probably be doing tomorrow makes me want to come. You already know I didn’t put my underwear on before we left the studio. I’ve been hoping you’d keep exploring.”
“I’m glad you’re right up front about what you want, Rose. Let me be up front with you, too. I’d like to completely explore your beautiful body, make love to you, and hear your orgasms as they overpower you. But I’d like to take our time and get to know each other a little better, too. Can we do that, knowing we’ll get everything we want in the long-run?”
“Yes, Nate. Let’s take our time. In fact, I’m feeling a little sticky and sweaty after our day’s work. Would you like to start off in the shower?”
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