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Jennipher was a beautiful young girl. She had led a sheltered life due to her over-protective parents. This strictness combined with the busy work lives that her parents led had created a barrier between her and them in a way that meant she could not relate to them and always felt somewhat distant from them. When she tried to open up to them she felt like she was being judged and she would soon lose her confidence and keep it bottled up inside instead.
Although beautiful, Jenni was very quiet and shy and she was sick of the isolation that that brung as well as the assumption by all who met her that she was so sweet and cute and innocent. All of these things are positive, but a teenage girl would much rather hear that she is sexy and attractive and gorgeous. When she was fifteen her parents had to re-locate owing to career progression and so the few friends that Jenni had were left behind and she had to start anew. This was daunting to her but also an opportunity for a fresh start. Unfortunately she slipped back into her quiet and shy self and was soon swallowed up into the anonymity of the school yard.
All the boys were drawn towards the more confident and outgoing girls despite the fact that Jenni was clearly the most stunning girl, but she slipped into her comfort zone and disappeared into the background. She wasn’t excited by boys anyway. They were so immature and untrustworthy. In her new school you couldn’t even look at a boy without it being plastered all over Facebook the very next day!
In sixth form one girl took a small amount of pity on Jenni and tried to involve her more but Jenni was too nervous to meet her half-way, although on a Saturday she would get the bus down to the sea-front and hang around at the skate-park where lots of the girls and boys hung around. This was often excruciating for her, sitting with others but feeling alone. Smiling and laughing when it seemed right to do so.
After 6th Form she couldn’t stand the thought of more schooling at college and so she went into the world of work and began working as a receptionist for a construction company. Her dreams seemed to have evaded her. One quiet day she was sitting alone in reception when Gary, a very good looking boy from accounts came down and to the amazement of Jenni he started chatting to her. All the girls in the office fancied Gary, he had the looks and the body and the charisma, the office stud! Even though he was only on placement from his university course and so he was not far off Jenni’s age. She had recently turned eighteen.
A repertoire of typical small talk followed.
“Hey. So your accent isn’t from around here is it? Where are you from?”.
“Yea, mum and dad just moved up here for their jobs and l got dragged along”.
“Sucks! So you had to leave all your old friends huh?”
“Erm yea. It was a real wrench” half-lied Jenni.
“Don’t tell the other girls l said this but l think you’re really beautiful” he said with a calm confidence.
Jenni had a hot flush and felt her cheeks blush bright red, “wow thanks” said Jenni. Take me now! She thought.
“Yea you could easily be a model”.
“Shut up, you’re teasing” she refuted, smiling.
“No seriously! Actually, l have an uncle who is a photographer and modelling agent, send me some photos and l’ll pass them on and see what he thinks”.
“Oh” said Jenni a little unsure.
“Nothing pervy or anything, just a few nice shots. Here, here’s my e-mail address. Send them across if you fancy it”.
“No sweat” he smiled, “now l’ve gotta get back to the grind, l’ll see you soon Jenni”.
Jenni was thrilled and spent her entire Sunday dressing up in her favourite outfits and using the timer on her parents digital camera she took photos of herself in each and put them in an e-mail and sent it through to Gary.
That week she looked out for Gary but it was difficult to get to see him privately. However, after a few anxious days and nights she bumped into him in the canteen.
“Jenni! Big news, my uncle loved your photos. Plus it’s really great timing, he is casting for a catalogue and he wants to see you” said Gary.
“No way” said Jenni, overwhelmed. The flame of her dreams had been rekindled. She had always wanted to be a model!
“Way! I knew he’d think so, l thought you looked smoking hot in those photos!”
Jenni felt her cheeks flush with colour again.
“He is casting from all over the north east but he’ll be using a chalet behind the fairground at South Shields for a few days so that’ll be the easiest for you to get to, you live in South Shields right? Do you know where all the chalets are?”
“Yea l know where you mean”.
“Cool. It’ll be less stressful than meeting him in his city offices. Can you get there for 10am on Saturday morning?”
“Cool, cool. Well it’s plot 14 and you must be there prompt cos he has to see many girls and its all like time is money in his business and all that”.
“Sure, l understand” said Jenni, “oh my god, what should l wear?”
“Just ankara escort wear what you normally wear, he wants to just see you as you are naturally”.
“Ok. Listen Gary, thanks for this” said Jenni, smiling up at him.
“No problem Jenni” he said kissing her on the cheek and making to leave.
“Will you be there Gary?” she asked anxiously.
“I’ll try my best!” he smiled.
Jenni returned it and was left feeling a little daunted but very excited.
She was in bed by 8pm that Friday night and her alarm woke her up at 5am on the Saturday morning. She tip-toed through to the bathroom in her pyjamas, stripped naked and did her stretches and went through her aerobics routine, determined to look as fit and toned as possible. Her parents paid her membership of a very exclusive gym in town which she attended three times a week so there was hardly an ounce of fat on her entire body. She was about 5ft 8 with long-ish gleaming brown hair and long slender legs with a firm bum and small but pert 32b breasts. She took a hot shower. She dried herself and did her hair, deciding finally on pig-tails and then gave herself a pedicure and manicure and put on a little make-up and a lot of perfume. Then she mused over what to wear and decided on a very casual look of white trainers with little white socks on, tight denim shorts and a white vest top over which she threw on her new thin light-green sweater.
She knew that Saturday mornings were the only time that her parents could lie in so they would be fast asleep until 11am and wouldn’t expect her home until early evening. It was quite usual for her to be out all day but it was a sad truth that living under their roof was very restrictive as even at eighteen years old she still had to adhere to a curfew or else agree in advance if she would be out late. She tip-toed downstairs so as to not wake them up and left them a note. They would probably insist on her wearing tights if she had to wear such tight and short shorts and she really didn’t want to have to wear tights, she hated tights. She couldn’t wait to have her own place, her own freedom!
She left the house at 9am into a lovely sunny morning and she strolled through her estate to the bus-stop. Every time she thought about meeting the photographer her heart skipped a beat. The butterflies were going wild in her tummy!
She was blissfully unaware of the bus-drivers lusting eyes all over her as she fumbled for change and had no idea of the affect she had on the man who watched her perfect bum slowly climb the stairs to the upper deck. Such was her naivety.
The bus drove along the coast road and Jenni hopped off at the silent fairground and wandered through the dormant rides to the fenced compound of chalets which were primarily inhabited by the owners and operators of the fairground rides and arcades. Her heart-rate quickened and she was trembling as she approached the door of chalet 14 and with a shaking hand she knocked on the door.
The door opened and a man in his early 50’s in khaki shorts and an expensive but un-ironed shirt greeted her and showed her inside. The curtains were all drawn so it was quite dull inside compared to the bright morning outside although the sun cast an orangey light around the room through the thin drapes. It smelled like a caravan and reminded Jenni of family holidays in Wales. There were three cam-corders on tripods all pointing at a sofa and the man had a professional looking camera around his neck. He seemed very friendly and relaxed and this helped to relax Jenni. He showed her to the sofa and sat her down and then went and got her a fresh orange juice before standing by the cam-corders. She was disappointed that Gary wasn’t there and a little daunted that no one else was there either bar his uncle.
“Well hi Jennipher, welcome”.
“Yea hi, thanks”.
“Wow you are even cuter in real life than in your photos”.
“Thanks” said Jenni, there it was again, that word cute.
“Your welcome, lift off your sweater for me please”.
Jenni did as she was told.
“Very sexy, very sexy indeed” he said quietly.
Sexy! At last! She had never been called sexy before and she couldn’t hide her pleasure at the compliment, especially since her pleasure started pointing through her thin bra and white vest top.
“My pleasure. So tell me Jennipher, how old are you sweetie?”
“I’m just turned eighteen but l’m very mature for my age. Oh and you can call me Jenni”.
“Very nice, ok then Jenni. If you don’t mind l like to keep an element of professionalism in my castings so please call me sir. I’m not like other casting agents, l like to keep my castings very informal and friendly like this, l think you get the best out of girls if you do so, however, l like to retain certain things which are traditional, one of those is referring to the casting agent as sir”.
“Thankyou Jenni. So you live with your parents Jenni?”
“And your parents think you’re out at the mall or something then right?”
“I see, very good. It’s ankara escort bayan always awkward when a girl’s parents are present. They always spoil the fun right?”
“Tell me about it sir. I feel like a prisoner when l’m with them. I can’t wait to have my own place”.
The man laughed, “you poor thing! Well l may be as old as your parents but think of me as a friend, whatever you say or do here stays with me and me alone, l know how much of a pain parents are and l specialise in making girls dreams come true rather than holding them back from their dreams”.
Jenni smiled and nodded and finished off her orange juice, this guy seemed cool.
“So excuse the personal questions, but l need to ensure that my models have no skeletons in the closet, l’m sure you understand”.
“Good. So do you have a boyfriend Jenni?”
“Good, have you ever?”
“No sir. I’m very shy in real life, boys seem to over-look me”.
“I can see your shyness sweetheart, it’s very endearing. And as far as attention from boys goes, well more fool them!”
“So have you ever had a fling with a boy? At a party or something like that jenni?”
“So you’ve never been kissed or touched?”
“Wow, ok. So there’s no chance of any rude video showing up on youtube or anything like that”.
“Good girl. Ok, now be honest, I know a girl can’t get to your age without doing something rude, so please open up to me, like l said, whatever is said or done in this room does not ever get relayed to anyone outside of these walls”.
“Well, sometimes l……oh god l feel stupid”.
“Don’t be shy darling, it’s important that you trust me enough to share your secrets and feelings. There should always be a very strong connection between a model and her agent and photographer”.
“Yes sir. Well when l use changing rooms to try clothes on in shops l always leave the curtain open enough for a man to spy on me. There’s always a man waiting for his wife or something”.
“Naughty girl, but that’s very good, keep going sweetie”.
“When l’m in that mood l often let men see easily up my skirt”.
“Good, that’s very natural honey”.
“And when l swim at the gym l time it so l swim infront of a perve with goggles on”.
“Very nice, so he can check out your toosh underwater eh?”
“Yes and l….”
“Often pull my bikini bottoms to one side”.
“So he can see everything?”
“Yes but l make it seem as though l don’t realise he can”.
“You are a bad girl”.
Jenni blushed, she couldn’t believe she’d just told this.
“It’s ok Jenni, it’s fun to be bad, l understand that. I bet you spend most your time having to be a good girl to please mum and dad and please your boss etc etc so being bad now and then is very healthy. Especially when you can be bad in a safe and private environment”.
“Yes sir” there was an awkward silence, “that’s pretty much it sir”.
“Ok good. So the casting is for versatile young models who can model a wide range of clothes. Even though it’s only May the casting is for the autumn/winter edition so there’ll be a lot of big coats and warm clothing, but also limited underwear and swimwear shots too”.
“Do you have any tattoos Jenni?”
“Very good. So if you would please remove your top and your shorts Jenni”.
Jenni’s heart began racing again as she tentatively lifted her vest top off and then stood and undid her shorts, wiggling them down her slender legs and stepping out of them. She stood there in nothing but her white cotton panties and white bra.
“Very nice indeed, twirl slowly for me”.
She did as she was told, feeling his eyes on her behind as she turned and then uncomfortably watched him stare at her breasts and legs.
“Very sexy little girl” he muttered. “Good, ok now l will need you to do some poses for me sweetie”.
Then Jenni took direction as he snapped frantically with his camera. She soon relaxed about being in her undies and enjoyed the attention and the compliments despite her feeling uneasy about a few of the poses. He was so commanding and calm, just like a headmaster. He kind of made you feel like you wanted to be obedient. A bit like with a headmaster where she would want to be noticed by him being a very good student.
“Ok, very good Jenni baby, you can take a breath now, you’re a real natural!”
Jenni flopped back on the sofa quite exhausted but excited.
“Well my girl, you certainly have what it takes, but you’ve given me quite a problem”.
“Oh?” said Jenni getting her breath back.
The man put his camera down and sat next to her on the sofa.
“You see, the fact is that l can easily fill the casting with perfect girls who are older with experience and who are already registered. This means l avoid a whole pile of paperwork and extra fees and trouble. So even though you’re easily as good as the girls l’ve seen thus far, l’m going to have to turn you down until you’re a little escort ankara older and more experienced”.
Jenni’s heart sank, “that doesn’t feel fair” she said feeling gutted.
The man put his hand on her knee, “I feel your disappointment honey but to be perfectly honest, maybe in a couple of years your breasts will have filled out and you may have more accentuated curves which l know this catalogue likes to see nowadays”.
“I know they’re quite small sir but they’re very pert, 32b now” said Jenni desperately.
“Hmm. Take off your bra sweetie”.
Jenni took a deep breath and then reached around and unclipped her bra and gently removed it, trying subtly to push out her fine young breasts towards him to emphasise them as best she could.
“Don’t get me wrong, for me those breasts are perfect. In fact for my personal taste you are my dream girl” he stroked his chin as he stared at her naked teenage breasts, the nipples petite but hard and pointing, “to be honest l only saw you as a favour to Gary, thought you must be some bimbo who he was trying to impress and get into bed with, so you have very pleasantly surprised me by being so beautiful. But now as l said, l have given myself quite a dilemma” He said as he stared at her breasts unerringly, “ok, so l’ll tell you what l can do, l’ll go the extra mile for you if you go the extra mile for me”.
“Ok sir, what do l have to do to go the extra mile?”
“What time must you leave sweetie?”
“I have an appointment to make at 6.30pm sir” she said, trying to sound professional.
“Ok, well l’ll jump through all the hoops to sign you up if you agree to stay with me until then and do whatever l say” his hand slowly stroked her inner thigh.
“Ok, well I don’t have to be anywhere until then sir”.
“Good girl. But you have to understand that l also like to be bad now and then so l will be a very bad man until then and l’ll want to do some very bad things to you Jenni, are you cool with that?”
Jenni knew that she was being perved on and her heart started racing again and her head was in a spin.
“Yes ok” she said, her words shaking.
“And l’d like you to do some very bad things to me too, is that also cool Jenni?”
“Good girl, we have a deal then. And remember, whatever happens in here is for our eyes only”.
His hand moved from her thigh up over her hip and stroked her flat toned tummy before rising to hold her firm right breast.
“It’s just that if you wanted to have sex with me sir l really don’t know anything about sex and l’d be pretty useless”.
“You’ll be just fine sweetie, there’s plenty time for me to teach you all there is to know. It’s only 12 o’clock sweetheart and you’re clearly a very intelligent girl. All you need to do is follow my instructions, that’s the deal right?” he gently squeezed her breast and rubbed her nipple with his thumb sending shivers through her.
“Good girl. Tell me Jenni, you’ve never kissed a man right?”
“No sir, well only my dad”.
“I see. Show me how you kiss your dad”.
Jenni pecked him on the lips.
“That’s so sweet. Now l’m going to teach you how to French kiss like in the movies right?”
“You don’t mind me doing that to your breast do you Jenni?”
“No sir, just feels a bit weird all this sir”.
“Of course it does, that’s natural sweetie, this is all new to you darling, new feelings and new experiences, but admit to yourself that you’re curious and excited”.
“I admit it sir”.
“Good girl, what are you?”
“Curious and excited sir”.
“That’s right sweetie” he wrapped her arms around his neck so they were close, face to face and then with one arm around her slim waist and the other moving back to caress her breast he moved in for the kiss.
Her body tensed as their lips met and she resisted the advance of his tongue, holding her lips closed. He licked back and forth over her soft tender lips until he squeezed her nipple quite hard which shocked her lips to part and then his tongue entered and explored her un-kissed mouth. He kissed her and played with her breasts for an eternity until she relaxed into the situation and built up the confidence to kiss back. Soon their tongues were swirling together, mad with passion and she felt a tingling sensation begin between her legs, the depth and intensity of it she had never felt before. Yes she had masturbated quite often (even did so in the spa at the gym once) but it had never really satisfied her, nothing like this intense naughtiness.
He eventually withdrew from the kiss.
“Put your nipple to my mouth Jenni” said the man and Jenni knelt on the sofa beside him and moved her breasts up towards his gleeful face and offered her right nipple to his lips. He took it between his lips and sucked lavishly on it whilst stroking her arched back.
“Now the other nipple baby girl, god l adore your titties Jenni” as she moved her left breast to his mouth she felt his hands wander down her back to her firm smooth bum and he stroked and squeezed her cheeks whilst sucking and licking on her breast. She was bursting with new naughty feelings as his hands moved back up her tummy to cup her breasts and he sucked, licked and kissed from nipple to nipple as he held them and groped them.
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