Date: Tue, 27 Jul 2004 18:57:20 EDT
From: Louisamay1111@aol.com
Subject: A Model Companion ch1 (Lesbian/Adult/youth)

Well, I've tried it again, and now my NEW  website is up! I hope it hangs
around longer than the first -- _http://louisamay1111.tripod.com/_
(http://louisamay1111.tripod.com/) -- Tell your friends, or keep it to
yourself, or whatever grooves you.  But I'd love a note telling me what you
think! 


"Valerie! Look, Lara,  it's Valerie again!"
Lara followed her mother into  the small dressing room and dropped her rather
heavy knapsack
onto an empty  chair by the door. "Hi, Valerie," she grinned, shy but happy
to see the darkly  pretty
woman again.
"Hey, Squirrel!" At the  locker across from Lara's dressing table, Valerie
had turned at  their
entrance. She seemed genuinely glad to see the girl. "So I guess it's  you
and me again, huh?"
As Lara started to answer,  her mother cut in. "Well, you two are so darling
together, how could
they NOT  do another shoot?" She fussed with Lara's hair as the girl sat at
her beauty  station and took
out various cosmetics from her voluminous bag. "And next I  guess will be the
Fall line, and then maybe
a Christmas special. .  ."
Valerie sifted through the various outfits that  hung, unascribed as yet, in
a corner. "Well, I don't
want to be counting any  chickens. . ."
"No, of course not." Lara's mother  had taken out a hairbrush.
"-- `Cause all of a  sudden, you know, the powers that be decide thy're
seeing too much of
us--  "
Lara gritted her teeth as her mother dragged the  brush through her fine
blond hair. "Two
shoots? Too much? Well, that's just  silly."
"Mom. . .ow?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, honey." She dropped the brush in her purse and patted the
girl's  head. "I get to
feeling like I'm brushing Puffy!" She nodded to Valerie.  "Dog."
"Well, Puffy likes it. I  don't."
"I know, sweetie, I said I was sorry." The  stoutish woman blew out her
cheeks. She drummed
a finger on Lara's dressing  table. After a few moments, she made a decision.
"Honey? You think you'd
be  alright if I hit Bloomie's for awhile?"
"Uh-huh."
"Sure? Because I don't have  to--"
Lara turned. "Really, Mom, yes. Yes. I'll be  fine. Valerie's here."
Her mother turned to Valerie.  "Is that OK?"
She shook her head. "Nope, sorry, not  in my contract." She grinned. "Of
COURSE it's OK,
what the heck do you  think?"
"Well. . ." Lara's mother picked up her  purse. "Thank you."
"Hey, I'm just gonna be here  working. So's she."
"OK. Have fun, honey." She  kissed the air by Lara's cheek and headed out the
door. "I
certainly will!"  And she was gone.
Lara stretched her arms out wide.  "Aaaah! Free at last!"
Valerie smiled. "A bit of a  pill sometimes?"
Lara made a face.  "Sometimes!!"
"Well, I've never been a Mom, and  never the Mom of an eleven-year-old, so I
can't do  any
judging."
"Yeah but you've been a just-plain  Person, and sometimes. .
.ooooeeeeeyyyuuaaahh!" And
fists and head came down  on the table.
"Oo-ee-yuh. Yes, definitely. Took the  words right out of my mouth."

     "Hello ladies!" The door swung open and a small  muscular bulldog of a
woman strode in
carrying a big box. "First outfit on  the right. And now unders, unders." She
held the box to her chest.
"Light or  white, and no colors." She turned to Valerie, who rummaged through
the box and  came up
with a couple of lingerie packages.
The  bulldog swung over to Lara. "You?"
Lara looked to  Valerie, who translated. "Gotta have white or light-colored
underwear for  the
shoot."
"Oh. I think--" Lara peeled her jeans  down to reveal a patch of pink.
The bulldog shook  her head. "Nope. Here you go." She dug into her box of
tricks and
produced a  package. "Thong. Petite."
"Thong?" Lara looked  somewhat stricken.
"Yep. Can't have any lines  showing for them shorty-shorts. Gotta be smooth
for that sexy  little
butt."
Lara blushed hugely and took the  package.
"OK, Miss Manners, I think we have what we  need." Valerie's one brow made
its point.
"Thank you  ladies. Any questions I'll be in the shop down the hall." Bulldog
bustled  out.
"A thong." Lara looked at the package as if it  held narcotics.
"No biggie. Been wearing them for a  looong time." Valerie began changing.
Lara did the same.
She noticed that  indeed, Valerie wore a white thong.
"Why'd you take  them from her box? You're already wearing what they wanted,
aren't  you?"
Valerie smiled and winked. "Never pass up a  free pair, right? It's not like
they pay us  enough
anyway."
"Ohh." Lara stood in her pink  panties and training bra. Valerie couldn't
help marvelling at what
an  amazingly pretty girl she was. And such skin! Just. .  .perfect.
"There's a batrhroom right around the  corner, if you want to change in
there."
"Oh, no, I  just. . ." Lara was gingerly opening the daunting package. She
held the skimpy  item
in her hand. "I just never wore one of these  before."
"Like a bathing suit bottom, only smaller."  She stood at the rack and
perused the product. Lara
found herself looking at  the woman's back; the smooth muscles, and firm,
womanly bottom. She  liked
looking at Valerie's bottom. Then, sighing, she stepped out of her  panties.
Valerie turned, with her own outfit, to see  Lara, naked but for her bra and
socks. She felt a little
lurch in her belly,  deep down. Wow, she thought. She's eleven, and I'm
attracted. Hmm. She  made
sure not to stare, as the poor girl had enough on her experience plate  at
the moment. She concentrated
on putting on her summer  wear.
"Oww. . ." As Lara stepped to the rack, she  wriggled.
"Feels weird?"
Lara picked at the thong. "Not just that, it's. . ." She wiggled, and
plucked,  to no avail. She
looked at Valerie. "See. . .I got a mosquito bite right. .  ."
"Ooh, yeah--"
"I mean,  it's right there, right on the . . .hole--"
"Yike.  That's one determined mosquito."
"Yeah. . .but I  scratched it, and it got kind of--"
"Infected?"
"No, I don't think so, just. . .really  sore. And now. . ." And Lara tried
plucking the material
away  again.
"Well. . .I'll tell ya, I have this trick,  from my Dancing Days." Valerie
reached into her purse
and brought out a jar  of Vaseline. "Ta-da! Don't leave home without it."
"That helps?" Lara stood, adorably, one hand holding the thong away from her
bottom.
"Some. Here." Lara took the jar. "Just smear  a big gob on your pooper and it
keeps it  from
chafing."
"`Kay." Valerie busied herself  with her outfit while Lara tried
self-medicating. The woman
smiled to herself  as the girl made sounds of increasing frustration.
Eventually, a small explosion. "OHHhh! I can't. . ." She let out a sigh. "I'm
 such a klutz."
"What,  honey?"
Lara was near tears. "I just can't. . .put  it on and hold the thong out at
the same time."
Valerie found herself taking a small breath. "Want some  help?"
"Can you do it?"
"Easy-schmeasy. Turn around." Valerie swallowed and scooped up a creditable
dollop of
Vaseline. "Okay, just. . .open up a bit." A bit disorienting, this  -- and,
Wow, what is going ON here
with me, she thought. Watching Lara reach  back and use one hand to move the
thong and the other to
spread a cheek open.  And there was the poor little mosquito-bitten area,
pink on pink. And  as
Valerie's finger touched the goo to Lara's pert little asshole, the muscle
tightened, and the little hole
winked. Valerie tried to channel as much dry  professionalism into her finger
as she could as she painted
the area with  protective smear. "That should do it," she said, hearing a
slight shakiness in  her voice. She
gave a small slap to the perfect cheek. "All  done."
Lara turned, her face and chest ablaze. What  also endeared her to Valerie so
strongly was how
she dealt with the incident.  "Well! THAT was the weirdest thing ever! You
had to touch my BUTT!
My. .  .HOLE, even!! Eek! I am so embarrassed!!"
Valerie  grinned. "Hey, it wasn't so bad. Hardly stinky at all."  "Aaaaah!"
And Lara  laughed
into her hands, which covered her face.
"No, really," and Valerie put a palm to Lar's face. "I know how it feels to
chafe down there,
and it's no fun. So, really, I'm glad I could  help."
Lara tilted her face into Valerie's palm and  squeezed her wrist. "Me too.
Thank you."
"Yup."  Valerie patted the cheek and let go. "Now let's see what goofy things
they gave  us to
wear!"


























"Woo! I am Pooped!" Lara flopped into her  chair.
"Well, four outfits in one shoot." Valerie  began shucking her clothes.
"That's pushing it, even
for them." She stepped  out of the svelte black slacks, and unhooked her bra.
"They just wanted to  see
how much they could get out of us without having to pay more." She tossed
the bra in her bag and
massaged her breasts. "Aaaah,  relief!"
Lara watched. It seemed her comfort level  with Valerie had risen
dramatically since the
Vaseline Incident. "Your  breasts are beautiful."
Valerie smiled, and  continued her massage. "Why thank you, sweetie. What a
nice thing  to
say."
"But I mean it." And she did. Valerie  was the most beautiful woman Lara had
ever seen, and
now seeing her breasts  just confirmed that. "Like you."
"Oooh, keep it  coming."
"Wow, look at your nipples!" For all this  massaging, and admiration, had
aroused Valerie's
dark nipples, and they were  now at their distended length.
"Yeah," said Valerie,  looking down at them, "all this flattery turns them
on."
"They're like. . .I don't know, like little  brown fingertips or something."
Valerie smiled. "Or  something, yes."
Lara tilted her head to look. Her  cheeks were slightly flushed. "Are they
like, hard, or. ..like  a
balloon?"
Valerie giggled low, and watched Lara  watch her. She had a naughty inkling,
then thought
better of it. But watching  little Lara, she re-thought, and decided. "Why
don't you find out  for
yourself?"
Lara's eyes widened. "Can I?"  Valerie nodded. "Okay." With a shy grin, she
stood and
extended a fingertip.  Valerie brought her own hands down to her sides and
watched, fascinated,  as
Lara made her discovery. *Touch.* Just a tiny pressure, barely anything --
but it sent a wave of such
force bolting through Valerie that she let out a  low groan.
"What??" Lara immediately recoiled, her  face a picture of young concern.
Valerie smiled,  shaking her head. "No, no, it's nothing, it just felt really
good, and I just.  .
.wasn't prepared for it."
"My finger felt good  on your nipple?"
"Better than I thought it would.  Really good." She took a deep breath. "So
what's it feel  like?"
"Umm. . .Can I touch  again?"
"Umm. . .YES?"
Lara smiled. "Good." Again the small finger extending towards the
now-straining  nipple, which
had grown even longer after the first Touch.
"Use both your fingers, squeeze  it."
"It's so Long!" breathed Lara, as she took hold  of Valerie's dark nipple.
*Squeeze.* "Ooh, it's
hard AND soft!"  *Squeeze-pulll*
Valerie's eyes were half-shut. "Do  both. Both, honey."
Lara was fascinated, and quite  excited herself. This was like a dream come
true for her, even
though she'd  never had a dream like This. She was feeling closer to Valerie
than she'd ever  thought
possible. And Valerie was making little humming noises as Lara  squeezed both
her nipples, and even
circled them around in her  fingers.
"Ohh, WOOH!" Valerie's hands came up to  Lara's arms, and gently pulled them
away from
her breasts. She'd already  orgasmed once, the next would be . . .quite
conspicuous. And she didn't
want  to scare the girl away. She didn't know WHAT she wanted, but it was way
too soon  for anything
like that.
"That felt good?" Lara  was like a little puppy.
"Ohh, Lara, that was way  better than any massage I'VE ever had."
"Oh, yay. I  wanted to make it up to you for the Vaseline."
"Well  then, I hope you need Vaseline a lot more often!"
Lara made a face. "Yike!!"
As they dressed, and Lara  was finally able to peel her thong from her crack
("Eeuuhh!"), and
gratefully  put back on her comfortable old pink panties, Valerie asked the
girl if she'd  like to spend an
afternoon sometime, just shopping, or seeing a movie, or  whatever.
Lara's face positively lit up. "Are you  kidding? That would be GREAT!"
"We have to check  with your Mom."
"Oh, she loves to have some time to  herself. That's what she always says, "I
never have time to
mySELF!"
"Well, good then." Valerie planted a kiss on Lara's  forehead, then touched
her nose. "Let's
keep all that Vaseline, Nipple-rub  stuff to ourselves, OK?"
Lara blushed and smiled; a  confidante! She nodded eagerly.
"OK, buddy, see you  soon. Here's my phone number, you can give it to your
Mom."
"Or just keep it for myself."  Princess.
"Or that, yes." Another kiss, quick on the  lips. "`Bye, love."
Lara was breathless.  "`Bye."