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Deirdre Model
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about models. I used _______ __________ as one name and then made up
the name of the major character. Obviously they are supposed to be names
so common that you would recognize them so I suggest mentally
substituting the names of your choice. -- deirdre
Disclaimer: my stories, like the private sex fantasies of many people,
often depict "breaking some rules". Do not read this story if you believe
fantasy stories should never depict situations undesirable in real life. Be
warned that you may not be comfortable with the sexual situations. Be
warned that my stories are kind of talky, often have very little sex, and
are judged by some readers to stop before the good parts. Do not read this
story if you are less than 18 years of age.
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Model
by deirdre, 9/23/94
"________ __________?" I'd just asked Mary about her career in fashion,
and she started to tell me who she worked with. I couldn't believe it but
she worked with models whose names have become household words.
I'd met Mary in college where we'd manage to develop a comfortable
friendship even though we never did get involved. A very comfortable
relationship and sometimes I miss having someone of the opposite sex
(besides my sister) with whom I can compare notes without risk of
misinterpretation. I'd heard she was living in the city so I had to call and
see how she was doing.
We had ended up having lunch. I was amazed at how good she looked--
better than she had ever looked in college. Maybe it was being in the
fashion business, or maybe it was just that she had usually been a bit
casual with me at school. She seemed very happy to see me. In fact, I
wondered a little bit if she were interested in me. After all those college
years and all the time since it didn't seem likely.
I'd known she worked in fashion but I was certainly surprised to hear that
she was involved in some of the top people in the business.
"So, who can you set me up with?" I asked. We both grinned.
"You wish! You like those models?"
"Well, I can't help noticing them." I joked on a little bit but mostly we
talked about old times and caught up on our lives since. It was always
enjoyable visiting with her and when she had to get back to work I was
really remembering how much I missed our talks. We stood outside the
restaurant and told each other goodbye.
"Uh, wait." she said as I was finally turning to leave. I turned back and
looked at her. She looked a little nervous and didn't say anything.
"Yes?" I asked.
"Listen, maybe, uh..." She was so tongue tied. "I... could get you to see
some."
"Some what?" I was confused.
"Some models. I could take you in the back of our show."
"Oh, sure you can." I didn't believe that for a minute. "Not fair taunting
me."
"I'm not kidding. I think I could get you in." There we were standing in
the street, talking about this.
"Really?" I wondered if she were right. She seemed to relax a little.
"Tomorrow. Can you come tomorrow? I'll give you the time and place to
come and I come out to get you." I was definitely intrigued.
"Wow! You really mean it. Who's going to be there?" I couldn't believe
the list of names she gave me--I recognized more than one and I only know
the names of a few of the absolute top supermodels.
"Can you come?" she asked again. I briefly wondered why she was still
here--she'd told me she'd be in big trouble if she weren't back by 1:15 and
she was already late.
"Oh, I'll make it!" I replied. She wrote down the address and the time for
me and told me to get as close to the back door as I they'd let me and she'd
come out to find me.
It was astonishing. No one was going to believe this. I actually
rescheduled my afternoon meeting to free up my time--I'd be willing to
risk a lot for this opportunity.
She came out just like she said. She talked to the guard and got me
through. There was a long old hall and people walking around all over the
place. We reached the other end and then walked into a huge room filled
with people scurrying all over the place. And models!
"Look but don't stare" Mary said quietly as we entered. She smiled. It
would have been easy to go into a trance--there were models in various
states of undress, and one model changed tops right there in front of
everyone. I looked at Mary. "You like this?" she asked, then gave me a
little grin. "You want to meet one, right?" she said. She led me to a group
of people. One of them I recognized--it was Marena.
"Marena!" Mary said. Marena looked over. Mary waved her over and she
came! "Marena, this is my friend, Jim." I was standing there like an idiot.
She was absolutely fantastic! You see them in pictures and on TV, but I
guess when you see them in person, you're comparing them to the people
you usually see in person. She was tall and slender too, but her face and
her body were just absolutely incredible! She looked at me!
"You two have fun?" she asked. Rather blunt. She thought we were a
couple. So much for asking her out, I joked to myself. Mary giggled and
blushed.
"We're just friends," she said.
"How nice!" she said. She looked like she were about to leave but another
model came up and whispered in her ear. I heard Marena say "Shit!" under
her breath. She whispered back and I looked at Mary figuring we should
leave and let them talk in privacy. We were just walking away when
Marena said "Wait!" We both turned around.
"Listen," she went on, but then she paused. She was looking at us and I
wondered if it were the first time in the conversation she had actually
payed us any real attention. "Listen," she repeated, "It turns out I've got
nothing on tonight so I think I'm going to invite some friends over just to
chat. Would you two like to come up to my room just to visit and have a
drink?" I was stunned. I glanced at Mary. She was stunned too. Marena
waited us out. Mary looked at me with a question on her face.
"Can you make it?" she asked in a low voice. She looked like her life
depended on my answer.
"Yes." I answered to both of them. I'd postpone my flight.
"Good. See you at 9," Marena said and she turned and left!
"Where?" I asked Mary.
"I can find out," she answered. After that she took me to meet some of
her coworkers but nothing was like meeting Marena like that! I saw some
more naked incredible bodies but our encounter with Marena had me so
distracted that I didn't pay attention as much as I might have.
"Thanks for agreeing to tonight," Mary said when we were just walking
out.
"Miss my date with a supermodel?" I said, grinning.
"I'm serious!" she answered, "This is exactly what my career could use--
getting better acquainted with someone like her!" I could hear the
excitement in her voice. "I've worked with a lot of people but it's been all
business."
Later she said, "You won't change your mind, will you?" I repeated that I
wouldn't and she arranged to come pick me up 45 minutes early!
There she was, right on time. She was dressed in a sexy little dress--I
seldom saw a woman so well dressed back where I lived. She was so
nervous. "Listen," she said, "this could make or break my career. You'll
be nice to her, won't you?"
"Sure."
"I mean it. They can be moody and petty sometimes--if she gets upset...
could you just let it ride? Humor her?" I felt like I was understanding
her concern a little more. I reassured her again and she seemed more
satisfied: I guess my voice told her I understood. We ended up waiting in
the lobby for 10 minutes so that we could be up at her room at precisely
9PM. She was still very nervous.
"Hello. Oh yes, come in!" Marena had answered the door herself and when
she first looked at us I wondered if she had forgotten inviting us.
It was dark outside. She was apparently alone and the room had only one
low light turned on. We were in the living room of a little suite. "What
would you like to drink?" she asked. She opened up a little refrigerator
and looked in. "I could order wine. Champagne!" she said. But we didn't.
Marena ended up having a beer and Mary and I each had a drink. We sat and
Marena and Mary talked about the show and business for a little while.
Marena said everyone else was coming at 10PM. Soon we each had another.
"You've got a good man there." Marena had said it and was looking at me,
up and down.
"We're friends," said Mary nervously.
"Does he model?" Mary laughed nervously in answer.
"Let me see you," Marena said to me, "stand up." I looked at Mary. There
was pleading in her eyes. I stood. I never considered myself model
material.
"Yes," went on Marena, "turn around." I felt so funny standing like that.
They were both sitting there, Mary on the couch next to where I had been
sitting and Marena in a chair facing us. I turned once around slowly.
"Very nice," she went on. "I'd like to see your chest. Unbutton your
shirt." This was definitely getting weirder. I looked at her to see if I
could figure out what she was thinking but I gave up. I shrugged and
started unbuttoning the top buttons of my shirt. She just watched. I
didn't look at Mary. I paused after two buttons, but Marena just looked at
me expectantly and I finally continued until my shirt was unbuttoned.
"Mmm, yes. Take it off." I looked at Mary. She was wide-eyed. It looked
to me like she didn't know *what* she wanted. I took off my shirt. I held
it on my finger a minute, then reached out and dropped it on the couch.
Believe it or not, I was thinking that I didn't know the proper way to get
rid of a shirt in a situation like that. Silly.
"Not bad," she said, "put your hands behind your neck. Like this." She
briefly put her hands behind her neck. I followed suit. There I stood--no
shirt--hands behind my neck--a genuine supermodel watching me along
with... Mary. If someone had told me I'd be in that position that night, I
would have laughed at them so hard.
Marena stood up and walked over to me. Approaching me, she smiled very
briefly as she looked at my face. Then she looked down and started
unfastening my pants! A supermodel was undoing my pants! I just stood
there, waiting to see how far this would go. She didn't stop and was
pulling my pants *and underpants* down my legs! They were soon around
my feet.
"He's good!" she said to Mary. She seemed to be commenting on my not
objecting or moving. "Get down on your hands and knees," she said to me.
I felt like it was too late to protest and got down. She pulled my shoes
and socks off and soon had me totally naked. "Put your shoulders down and
put your hands behind your back," she said. I did it, my head facing one
side. She took one of my wrists and then I felt the click of handcuffs!
Then she was stuffing my underpants in my mouth! I just let her do it. I
don't know what it was. I guess I was in shock. Or maybe it was just that
this was *Marena*--I guess I'd let her do anything.
She took my shirt and tied a sleeve around my ankle and soon had my
ankles bond together. Then she reached under me and took my cock in her
hand.
"Looks like he *likes* this stuff," she said to Mary. Yes, I was a bit hard.
She started jerking me off.
In a minute, I'd shot right on the carpet. "Naughty boy," she said with a
laugh. I was facing so I could see Mary. She was just staring, her mouth
gaping. "Do you like the way he looks? You could have him. Now's your
chance!" Mary didn't move. I heard the tell-tale jingle of a belt buckle.
Marena apparently had my belt from out of my pants. Suddenly there was a
sharp sting on my rear. She'd whipped me with the belt. She did it again
and again, giggling.
Mary still stared. "You want to do it?" Marena asked after she stopped.
There was a knock on the door. Marena walked toward it, belt in hand, and
suddenly I was *very* aware of my predicament.
"Yes?" said Marena as she opened the door a crack. "Oh, hi, come in!" she
said. I watched in horror as another woman walked in. I realized she must
be another model but I didn't recognize her. She looked at me and Mary and
back to me and laughed. Marena got her a beer. Then she offered her the
belt!
The other model giggled. "Does he like it?" she asked.
"I don't know. He got right in position though, when I asked him to."
"What about her?" The other model was referring to Mary.
"Oh, she'll do *anything*" said Marena. Marena stepped over to Mary and
pulled her to standing. Mary didn't protest a bit. Then she leaned down
and put her mouth right on Mary's. Mary just let her and I could see that
Marena's tongue was invading Mary's mouth.
"Mmm," the other model said and she smiled. She pulled off her dress and
was nude! It seemed to take her just a second. She was still leering at
Marena and Mary who were still dressed. Her body was incredible.
She looked down at me. "You've had enough," she said and started pushing
my rear with her foot. I did an odd sort of crawl and she guided me into
the bedroom. Then she was out again. I heard her through the open door:
"She's gonna be fun! Got a dildo?"
"Look in my small bag," came Marena's voice. The other model came back
in the bedroom and rummaged around a little. Then she appeared in front
of me, putting vaseline or something on a dildo.
"Ready to be fucked?" she said, with a grin when she was finishing. She
was so fantastic looking. Then she took it and started pushing it in my
rear! "Open up," she said. "Be a good boy and I'll give you a hand job
later." She pressed gently but firmly. Finally I managed to let it in. How
it felt!
"Good boy," she said and then she got a cloth and tied it around my eyes.
"Now don't you go away," she said.
I heard them in the living room. There was the rustling of clothes. Mary
didn't say anything, but the other two talked. "Put her on the floor, I want
to straddle her face," the other model said. Later: "Turn her over." I
heard the whip of the belt. "She sure is willing," she said later.
"She wants to butter up someone like me," came Marena's voice.
"What a little slut," came the answer, "she thinks you'll help her career?"
"Yep."
Later Marena was rummaging in the bedroom and I heard them talking
about strap-on dildos.
"Yes, her ass," the other model said.
"Absolutely," said Marena.
They didn't speak for a while but I heard them moving.
"She looks like she might come!" finally came the other model's voice.
"She must *like* this."
"Oh she does," said Marena. "Lots of them are in love with us. I'd seen
this one eyeing me." Then there was another minute or so with no
conversation.
"When you're done, could I try it on her?" asked the other model.
"No. I'm going to have her suck the guy off." I felt a twitch. Then the
other model went on:
"She just came! Right after you mentioned the guy! Do you think she has
the hots for him?"
"Of course she does. She'd marry him in a second and is *desperate* to
get his attention. She won't be able to resist sucking him even though she
knows he'll start thinking she's a little slut." Then another pause.
"After that, can I do her?" asked the other model.
"No. Then I'm going to do you." Pause.
"My ass?"
"What do *you* think?" said Marena. Another pause.
"Oh!"
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