Jean Sifton - Underground model

Ellen came back into the room carrying two fresh drinks in her hands, secretly amused at the awed expression on Patricia's face.

"Do you like my cat?" she asked, handing Patricia the vodka drink.

"Yes… it's beautiful, I've never seen anything so delicate and lovely in my life. It must have cost a fortune," Patricia added, and then was suddenly embarrassed because she had crudely brought up the price.

"It was very expensive, my dear," Ellen acknowledged. "However, if you have a taste for such things and also have a strong determination to be a successful model… it won't be long before you too can afford such frivolous objects d'art for yourself."

"Oh, yes I am determined," Patricia replied, eager now to please the lovely, exciting woman beside her. "I haven't had much experience, Miss Holmes, but I'm very quick to learn… I'm sure you'd find me suitable for the job."

Ellen patted her on the hand. "Please… no formalities," she insisted with a friendly gleam in her eyes. "You must call me Ellen, and I'll call you Patricia… OK? After all, if we're going to see you in the nude and in your underwear, we can hardly use those polite, distant forms of address… now can we?"

Patricia smiled and nodded her head. She already was beginning to feel at ease with this beautiful woman, even if she did belong to a different class from herself. Ellen seemed to be completely aloof from the wealth that surrounded her as if she had known it every day of her life, and even though her speech was a trifle pretentious, her warm and friendly manner convinced Patricia that Ellen wanted to be friends with her.

"How would you like to go down to the studio with me now, and I'll show you around before Larry gets back," Ellen suggested, noticing gleefully that Patricia had quickly gulped the drink down in her nervousness. While in the kitchen, Ellen had dissolved the persuading pill in Patricia's drink, and she knew now that it wouldn't be long before it's aphrodisiac stimulation would take hold of the young girl.

Patricia stood up, swaying her body slightly, and the room seemed to dissolve momentarily in a shimmering rush of bright colors. What's come over me, she thought dizzily, the excitement of meeting Ellen and the summer heat was too much for her body to take all at once. Ellen took her arm, apparently not noticing her shaking limbs, and led her down a winding spiral staircase.

As they walked together, Ellen still holding her hand and chatting about the photography business, Patricia felt strange and warm sensations pulsating through her body. Ellen's face seemed to be uncomfortably close to hers, and she could now smell an intoxicating perfume emanating from the older woman's skin. It made her feel very warm and sensually aroused, as though the scent's aphrodisiac qualities had penetrated quickly to her own bloodstream and stirred up a deep and very sweet sexual urge.

They entered a large basement which had been converted into a staggeringly well-equipped photographic studio. Spotlights, floodlights, an impressive array of still and moving picture cameras, a variety of tripods, beautifully painted backdrops; armchairs and couches; various "props", such as giant teddy bears and an imitation shower… all of these were neatly in place, leaving plenty of room for rearrangement of scenes.

Ellen walked over to the far wall and turned on the main overhead light. "That's the changing room," she said, pointing to a door close to where Patricia stood. "And over here," she continued, "is the various equipment and film that Larry uses while he's in a shooting session." Ellen guided Patricia around the studio, showing her how everything worked, explaining that it was important for a model to understand these basic principles in order to attune herself to the photographer's commands.

As Ellen completed the tour of the studio, Patricia was growing increasingly aware that her body felt the unmistakable yearnings of sexual desire. She tried to fight back the tense, prickly longings, but the thought of all the naked and semi-naked girls who had posed here in the studio, in alluring and abandoned positions, only served to heighten her itchy, hot-blooded feelings.

Ellen, all too well familiar with the symptoms which Patricia could not hide from her… a moist, faintly quivering lower lip, a secret pressing of her thighs tightly together whenever they stood still… decided that the time was ripe for her to commence the seduction.

"You realize of course, that our studio specializes in nude photography," she posed her body in a sexy stance. "Suggestive photographs… something that tells a story to the reader, and takes the place of endless words of description," she said relaxing herself again and deliberately standing very close to Patricia, looking deeply into her eyes. "I sure hope that you don't have any hidden inhibitions about showing off your body in front of the camera."

"Oh, no," Patricia replied quickly, her mind and body dazed by the aphrodisiac. "I-I'm sure I will be able to do it."

"Well dear," Ellen continued pushing herself even closer to Patricia, and driving the younger girl into a deeper passionate yearning, "It's important that we get these things straightened out at the beginning, constant reshooting can be a very expensive waste of film footage. We've had the bad experience before of new models walking out right in the middle of everything… seems as though they were too shy about showing off their titties and cunts."

Patricia gulped back her surprise at the crude words, a becoming blush reddening her cheeks. "Are they?" she whispered softly, her voice a low, throaty whisper.

Ellen nodded, almost conspiratorially. "If you don't mind, Patricia, I'd like to examine you before Larry gets back. I'll save us both time… and it's necessary that I get myself familiar with your curves and your body in general… We must be sure that the lighting is set up properly for your test shots, you see…"

As she was speaking, Ellen drew Patricia towards the low-slung couch.

"Would you mind undressing and laying down here… on your tummy first of all?"

Half-entranced, Patricia slowly stripped down to her bra and panties, licked her lips and removed these items with mounting excitement.

"Do… do you want my stockings off too?"

Ellen nodded, her own eyes hot and misty as she wandered them over the girl's softly tanned limbs. The silken, triangular curl of hair at Patricia's crotch was just visible, though she was pressing her thighs as tightly together as possible. Patricia obediently removed her garter belt, then sat on the edge of the couch to peel her stockings down, giving Ellen a good view of her slightly-parted vaginal lips as she raised first one leg, then the other.

As she lowered herself head down onto the cushions, stretching her body at full-length on the couch, Ellen said softly, "You know, Patricia, you've got the most voluptuous figure I've seen in years. The way you move, it's really sexy… really exciting to watch." She moved closer to the trembling, outstretched girl, whispering, "Now I'm going to begin the examination, my dear. Please don't be offended by what I do, will you? It's in both our interests, I assure you… and strictly professional." She hesitated for a moment, then added, "Try to think of me as your doctor, and it might be easier for you to relax."

Patricia rested her cheek on her folded arms, closing her eyes languidly, presenting the slowly stooping Ellen with a magnificent view of her buttocks… firmly rounded, their texture white and smooth… and with a side view of her right breast, dipping into the cushion and half-squashed on the small bolster.

Ellen softly placed her hands on Patricia's shoulders then sat down on the edge of the couch. She began to massage and caress the taut muscles beneath the shoulder blades, her fingers rolling firmly into the rounded flesh, then moved down the girl's back, massaging slowly and with a thrillingly sensuous touch the wonderful silky-smoothness of Patricia's bare body.