Jean Sifton - Underground model

They sold their material (sets of photos, three regular monthly magazines) entirely through the mails. Slowly, with the minimum of advertising, they had built up a faithful clientele both in United States and Europe.

In addition to the separate stills, Larry and Ellen also published a regular series of undeniably pornographic magazines, and it was from these latter activities that they both derived their greatest pleasure and satisfaction. The high salaries paid to the publishers of their materials ensured that they were safe from official interference. Their only major problem was in keeping up the supply of fresh and unknown models, for Larry knew it was of utmost importance that his models appear innocent and youthful to the eyes of his clientele, otherwise they would go to other magazines that offered them what they wanted.

He depended heavily on agents such as Jennifer, an ex-model herself, to supply him with the girls who were the exact image of what Larry and Ellen needed: unprofessional and inexperienced young girls who longed to break into fashion or photographic modeling.

Larry had been highly successful in seducing the majority of this youthful crop of females… apart from his powerful position in relationship to their ambitions, he was strikingly handsome in a healthy, boyish way. His tall, slender frame was tanned a deep bronze from the generous southern California sun, and he had an easy wit and natural charm about him that affected almost every woman he met with an instantaneous and powerful magnetic attraction. His sandy-colored hair was styled in a brush cut neatly framing the even features of his face in perfect symmetry.

Now, his steel gray eyes gloated openly over the stalking figure of his sister as she went straight to the counter and poured herself a steaming hot cup of black coffee.

"Good morning, love," he greeted cheerily, now focusing his complete attention on the beautiful body standing so near to him that the fragrant scent of her body odors caused him to sit erect with excitement.

"What's so good about it brother dear," she answered dryly, carefully sipping at the hot liquid, not quite alert yet after the previous evening of excess drinking and sex.

Larry ignored his sister's outwardly distant manner, because he knew that Ellen secretly enjoyed appearing in her underwear for him; about the house she rarely bothered to put a dress on and the constant sight of her underdressed body in its high-charged and sexy underwear provided Larry with a great deal of inspiration for his photographs.

"Well, pussy cat," he chided, "it might be a lot more pleasant, if you would refrain from some of your nocturnal wanderings. By the way, who wound up your partner last night?"

Ellen came over to the table and stood beside Larry, leaning her curvaceous thighs against his arm, then squeezed her lush body into the chair beside her brother.

"I'm a big girl, now… remember?" she said softly, not in the mood to start an argument.

"Ok, Ellen… Forget it. I just wanted to find out how the party went last night."

"Oh, the same as usual… no new modeling material, if that's what you mean."

"What do you think of this one?" Larry opened the manila folder, and handed the glossy print to his sister.

"Very, very nice," Ellen purred, staring at Patricia's picture with open admiration.

"Jennifer's sending her over here Monday. I think she'll fit in just right for that special edition that we're preparing for this winter. You know, the one we were going to set up as a snappier edition of 'Fashion Shots'."

Larry was referring to a project which Ellen and himself had planned for several months. It was to be a definitely pornographic translation of their monthly glamour magazine 'Fashion Shots' in which girls were usually posed trying on various items of sexy underwear and lingerie.

For the newer version, a "sales lady" was to be included in the photos, assisting the girl to get into the bras and panties. Ellen was going to take this part, but so far they had been unsuccessful in finding a suitable girl to play the role of the buyer.

They wanted someone who could appear to be a regular girl, outwardly shocked at the indecent fondlings of the extremely forward "sales lady". It had been difficult to find a girl with just the right expression… and Larry wanted this particular magazine to be his best: he wasn't prepared to shoot it unless the model came right up to his preconceived ideas.

"She looks wonderful!" Ellen commented, "I only hope she can play the role." When she spoke, she teasingly let her long tapered fingers caress the inside of his thigh, knowing that this fondling could drive her over-sexed brother up the walls if she persisted long enough without giving in to him.

Larry put his hand around her and rested his palm affectionately on the smooth flesh of her buttocks… feeling the warm, semi-nude flesh of his sister's bottom under his fingers. At the contact, his penis gave an involuntary twitch inside his tight-fitting slacks, stirring uneasily and uncurling slightly as the softness of Ellen firm-fleshed bottom moved against the light pressure of his hand.

Ellen nuzzled her face against Larry's, her lips brushing his cheek.

"Of course, even if she's just what we want, we'll have to bring her along very carefully before we suggest that she poses in that way," Larry warned her. "I think we rushed that last girl too much, remember? I told you she was getting nervous about what we were asking her to do! We should have played her more carefully, more slowly…"

"Oh, don't be ridiculous!" Ellen interrupted. "I've told you hundreds of times that most girls love posing for sexy pictures. It inspires them to show off their womanhood. And once they've done a few ordinary ones it doesn't take very much to persuade them to go a little further." She teased him again, letting her fingers stray right over the growing thickness of his cock, and gently squeezing it until it burst forward against the material of his pants, ripe and hard.

"I know that dear," Larry told her patiently. "But when it comes to the extra special photos you've simply got to be subtle about it. It doesn't do a bit of good plunging in at the deep end, everything should be relaxed… natural. Besides, I feel we've been too careless with the last couple of girls that posed for us. Remember how Gloria took off like a startled fawn when you started to fondle her?" Larry traced his fingers along Ellen's shoulder, watching as his nails raised momentary red marks on his sister's flawless skin. They faded rapidly and returned her flesh to its normal white and tanned beauty. He stared, fascinated, as the welts appeared then vanished under the pressure of his manicured fingernails.

"You really do have the most exquisite shoulders," Larry whispered, caressing Ellen's youthful skin, and trying at the same time to focus his attention back to the matter at hand. But it was very difficult to concentrate now that Ellen's fingers were brushing so insistently over his covered loins. The bitch knew exactly how to touch him there! She was deliberately arousing him to cut short their argument!

"All I'm saying is that we should be extra careful with this new girl," Larry finished weakly. Ellen had lifted her legs over the far side of the chair so that she was sitting in his lap. The voluptuous weight and heat of her thighs burned through the thin material of his slacks and Larry could feel his sister's fire spread from between her legs and melt down on his hardness, sparking it with renewed life.

"Let's play it safe with Patricia, shall we? Let's be slow and easy with her, O.K.? That's all I'm asking. I've waited a long time to find a girl to do this magazine with us, why spoil things by scaring her off. Especially since she looks so perfect for the role."