Jean Sifton - Underground model

But Jennifer barely glanced at her as she slipped the loose sweater over her head and quickly left the room. When the door clicked softly shut behind Jennifer, leaving Patricia now truly alone to her own thoughts, she let out a deep tormented moan, clenching her fists in frustration until the knuckles stood out white and tense.

She could see her pitiful reflection in the dressing mirror across the room, showing the bruises and welts that now marked her smoothly tanned skin. Still sobbing softly, she reached up and hesitantly touched her breasts, feeling the dull throb from the marks surrounding her tender nipples, aching all the way through her chest as if to punish her for her rude failure with Jennifer.

Patricia lay propped against the pillow, and stared back at her forlorn body in the mirror, suddenly understanding with all of her being the loneliness of incomplete love.

"Oh God, I'm sorry Jennifer," she whispered to herself, "I'm so sorry… and I pity you. Dear God, don't ever let me end up like her!"

Then she buried her face in the deep, soft pillow and tried to loose herself in the blessed peacefulness of sleep.

Larry Holmes awakened refreshed and rested after his long night of work in the studio, selecting and rejecting the latest stills for the new pin-up magazine, due out on the first of the month for publication. If he had a choice, he would have gone to that Hollywood party with Ellen last night, but he reneged at the last moment, knowing that the deadline would not be met if he did. Now that his work was completed and he could safely assume a large profit for his toils, he considered the new day with a feeling of optimistic adventure.

He quickly showered and dressed, then made his way down to the sunny kitchen overlooking the ocean, hoping that Ellen would be up and preparing breakfast.

The kitchen was empty and the rest of the house was still quiet. Apparently Ellen had another rough night of it, he chuckled to himself as he turned on the electric range and plugged in the coffee pot. It was a well-known fact that his sister had one of the busiest cunts in town and would take on anyone, man or woman, if she felt inclined to do so. That was the beauty of sex, he thought, the more you used it, the more awakened your senses became, until like Ellen, you prowled around other unsuspecting civilized people just waiting for a new conquest, always horny and hot and never satisfied with the new encounter after it had been used.

He had his usual hearty breakfast of fresh fruit, two boiled eggs, Danish pastry and coffee which he consumed in rapid gulps. Now he was ready for his first cigarette of the day, smoked in a holder with a filter in it to soften the harsh bite of the tobacco. He poured himself a second cup of coffee and sat down at the table again to study the contents of the manila folder that Ellen had left out for him the night before. The cover of the folder was labeled in bright red ink, "New Inventory."

Larry opened the folder and smiled approvingly down on a glossy photo of Patricia Massey, one that Jennifer had taken from her portfolio when she was out of her room. He reread the name attached to the picture, and recalled his conversation over the phone with Jennifer a few days back.

Jennifer really was a very good agent, he thought, tracing the outline of Patricia's body with the tip of his finger. He and Ellen had reason to be extremely grateful to the girl, for without her a large proportion of their amatory adventures could never have happened: she seemed to have a special talent for picking out the most exciting, the ripest girls that were available…

He closed the folder and took a deep drag on his cigarette, letting the smoke completely fill his lungs, then slowly exhaling it into the air forming his lips around it in a tight oval ring. Larry's expert eyes correctly identified Patricia as a relatively innocent young ex-suburbanite who wanted to make it big in the city. He had met the type on many previous occasions and they were invariably the most exciting, the most adaptive of lovers. But lately the supply of such girls appeared to be dwindling. Perhaps Hollywood was losing its appeal for them; the myth that the movie capital was a Mecca of golden opportunities was possibly in the process of being shattered.

How ingenious of Jennifer to find one of this fast-dying species! She was worth every penny of the large fee she charged him for such rare and captivating girls. Larry smiled as he thought of what a delicious encounter it would be to have a fresh new body under him again… there was no doubt in his mind that he would have her, and soon.

The kitchen door suddenly opened, breaking his reverie, and a magnificently proportioned girl entered the room. She looked as if she had just stepped out of the shower and was clothed only in a scant transparent negligee and panties.

Her glittering blonde hair was swept up on top of her head, its freshly-shampooed tresses reflecting light as if she possessed some inner form of illumination. Her lightly-tanned body peaked and curved beneath the sheer material as if it were going to burst forth with every step she took. The white pair of nylon panties that were stretched as tightly as possible over her loins accentuated the tanness of her rippling, full-fleshed thighs, as she ambled towards her brother with the agility of a stalking panther. Ellen carried herself with an air of complete self-assurance, her head high and her lips perpetually pursed in a promise of moist-mouthed sensuality.

Her movements embodied sexuality in every fiber of her body, and her smoldering eyes clearly showed their inner desires… her sole purpose in life was to seek the gratification of the senses. Ellen's body was a wonderment in itself, considering the fact that she was thirty years old. Her breasts, though large and generous, were as firm as a young girl's of twenty, they proudly jutted out from her slim limbs in two huge mountains of flesh, promising fulfillment of her womanly charms to anyone that ventured to try their luck.

Larry was amazed that the fast pace of her party life left no trace of wear on her face and body and he smiled at her appreciatively, acknowledging to her that she was at the peak of her animal magnetism, even to him, her own brother. When she walked into a room, she dominated it utterly, always drawing looks of envy from the other women that came close to hatred, and completely hypnotizing the males with her exquisite beauty and charm. Her lovers, of both sexes, had been so numerous that she would have lost count of their number had it not been for the fact that she kept a carefully-detailed record of their particular methods of love-making…

This dossier, to which her brother Larry contributed as well, took the form of a neatly-indexed, cross-referenced file of papers; with a separate sheet for each person either Ellen or Larry had slept with. Details of their physical appearance, their age, sex, coloring and… most important of all… their individual preferences and idiosyncrasies in regard to sex. This was merely one of their hobbies, though. Neither Ellen nor Larry had any intention of using their dossier for any other purpose except for a permanent reminder of their most pleasant hours.

How lucky it was for them that their career in the photography business afforded them every opportunity of practicing their desires! Their parents had both been killed in an automobile accident when Larry and Ellen were in their late teens, leaving them with a generous amount of money and a successful family portrait studio. A few years after that, Larry had gradually made the transition in clientele, dealing exclusively with pin-up and "artistic" pictures. This change was a huge success because their models were carefully picked for each special effect, and their poses were in the most lewd positions imaginable.