"Eve have you been holding out on me? I tell you all my interesting stuff, and what Marta gets up to, and all the good sites I know about on the internet."

"Okay, don't get your knickers in a twist, Oh no you're not wearing any, they're on the floor like mine. Where did I get to? Yes my aunt popped into the room to find us looking through his book collection, the ace thing was she closed the door behind her, so I guessed she wasn't coming back, and Romko didn't need to be told twice that I was happy to continue where we'd left off earlier. We got on the bed and started kissing again, and his hands moved up to touch my boobs, you know how much I like that, even if they aren't very big they are sensitive. Anyway it felt so good, you should have seen his face when I moved his hands off, as if I just stomped on his favourite toy, then I lifted my top so he could touch me properly skin on skin."

"Did you like it better than when I do it?"

"Anna your my best friend, it's not a competition, besides you know how to play with boobs whereas I needed to teach Romko what to do, how to be gentle. If you keep interrupting you won't hear the best bit. With all the squirming about on the bed, I was holding on to him, and he didn't notice I'd pulled his shirt up as well, so I could see the lump in the front of his jeans, I could see the shape pointing up to his belly button. Don't make that funny face, I didn't say it was that long, only that it pointed that way silly."

"We were being careful to keep the noise down, what with two small brothers, and two sets of parents in the house, but they can talk all night when they get together, so it felt safe though my heart was beating that fast. I pushed him over onto his back and put a finger to his lips, then moved the other hand slowly down the middle of his chest, down his tummy and kept moving. You should have seen his face, shock, anticipation and fear all at the same time, it was like he was frozen, forgetting to breathe."

"I really wanted to see what a grown up one looks like in real life, not just the pictures or videos, so I undid his belt, then needed both hands for the button and zipper, it was a struggle to get it past the fly of his underpants as it was so stiff, well it could bend but I could see he didn't like that. When I held it, it felt hot, and I nearly laughed thinking a nurse could use it to take his pulse, but I smiled and moved my hand up and down. His mouth opened but nothing came out, I know now what Marta means about feeling in control when you have a guy's cock in your hand."

"I could see a bit of his pubic hair sticking out that I'd felt when I was trying to get his cock free, I guess his cock was about eleven centimetres, not as thick as you described Karl's cock, I expect it's got some more growing to do yet. The end, the head bit, was all dark red, well maybe a bit purple, and leaking out clear juice, each time I pumped on it. You could see all the veins inside, and the skin moved separate to the flesh in the middle, sort of interesting and weird at the same time."

"While I was doing it we spoke quietly, and I told him it was a good size for a boy his age."

"Eve! You didn't! You did didn't you, that was just so cool, he must think you are so not the inexperienced little cousin he thought you were."

"With an air of pride Eve continued. "Another thing I learned that was true, is how guys don't have enough blood for their brain and cock at the same time, I had to tell him a couple of times to roll his shirt up his body, so the sperm had somewhere to land. I didn't think it would a be good idea to go back downstairs with cum all over his new shirt, but guys can be so dumb. From Marta's stories I could tell when he was about to cum, though he did try to tell me as well, so I got faster and aimed it nearly straight up, so it would land on his stomach. It must have shot thirty or forty centimetres into the air, about six big shots then the rest oozed out. It went further than I expected, some landed on his chest but didn't get on the shirt."

"I'd put a few tissues in that little pocket inside my skirt, so I could mop up, and I licked a bit off my hand while he wasn't looking. I thought it was yucky, if Marta wants to eat it she can have my share any day. His cock looked like a balloon a week after New Year, when some of the air has leaked out, not soft and floppy, just not as full. Anyway we cleaned up, and I asked what he had we could spray in the room, cause I'm sure the sperm or something made the room whiff a bit. He only had deodorant, so I went off first to use the bathroom, and show my face, and he followed down a bit later."

Anna had hoped they could have practised together, especially after hearing of Eve's adventures, but they didn't want to be busy 'eating' when the rest of her family arrived home. They had both been diddling themselves during the course of the tale, so went to the bathroom to clean up and wash their hands, before going down to raid the kitchen.

There was still a heap more questions Anna wanted to ask, and Eve was happy to answer. Yes, Romko had wanted to touch her pussy, but she had told him they play by her rules or not at all, and he had seen she was serious. Related as they were, they couldn't be boy and girlfriend, but Eve had told him they might have some more fun and games if he kept their private games a secret. If she even suspected he had told one of his mates who she sometimes met when they visited, she would say he had forced her, and he would be in very serious trouble with the whole family.

Eve admitted though she had got hot and excited being with the inexperienced older boy, it had been more akin to playing doctor and experimenting, due to the fact he couldn't be in the running officially, when it came to the option of finding a real boyfriend. The chat about her hands on experience was only interrupted by the return of Anna's parents with her two brothers in tow. Then talk switched to Anna's introduction to jumps, and how scary it was the first time they sailed over one of the practice poles, and how she would love to take part in a novice competition in the summer. Eve said how it would be nice to have some real rosettes on her wall, giving a sly wink in reference to the fake ones as background props seen in Anna's videos.

Karl's schedule could be subject to sudden changes depending on what projects were happening in the IT department, then there were constant upgrades and modifications to the web sites, so Marta had been pleased to find he was free all day Sunday. The others all cycling round the local park on Saturday morning gave her the impetus to see if she and Karl could spend the day out riding around the city, as the forecast was clear and fine, and it wouldn't be too cold.

He loved the idea and arrived shortly after Anna had left for the stables, he then reset his trip computer so they could record the details of their day's tour of the city. There were so many ancient and historic buildings, that Marta could see the attraction for tourists, or even relative newcomers to the city like herself, but the grandeur of such monuments could easily blind the casual observer to the all pervading poverty of many of her fellow citizens. She had seen for herself how wretched life could be for vast numbers of people, and was all too well aware of how close to the brink her own family had been at one point. Just because it was a European country visitors either didn't believe, or couldn't see, that it was in a worse state than many so called third world countries.

Marta supposed this was why she was sensitive to the plight of the seemingly forgotten masses, and why she did what little she could to help when the opportunity arose. As they passed through the more touristy areas, there were few foreigners about, a few came to view the city in Winter, but late Spring and Summer would see them arrive in droves, as the state of the economy made her country a cheap destination. That thought triggered the idea to investigate the costs of visiting other countries, about the process of obtaining a passport, and if any additional papers were needed to make a trip abroad.

They stopped to look around various places on the tour that Karl had hastily planned, with Karl talking about each section of the route ahead, so Marta could take turns riding in the lead. She knew he liked watching her bum as she pumped the peddles, and would have added an extra wiggle, other than she had no desire to fall off. When they did stop to look around he would hold her hand, and didn't miss any opportunity for a kiss or hug, which she thought was very romantic.

Marta tried to suppress silly thoughts, saving frivolities for her sketch writing, but it occurred to her, if she had started with a blank sheet to design her perfect boyfriend, there was no doubt she couldn't have done better than Karl. As they were cycling homewards she could feel the burn in her thighs from the unaccustomed exercise, as they had covered some distance during the day, so she didn't feel so bad about the junk food they had eaten at lunchtime. Having spoken to her mum, Karl would be joining them for supper, and he had brought a change of clothes in his saddle bags that had been left at her house.

It would be nice to think of sharing a refreshing and invigorating shower with Karl at the end of the ride, but with all the family home, she couldn't see that happening. She had her own bathroom, and he would have to freshen up and change using the boys bathroom. When they were both fresh and presentable, they used the study where they connected the trip computer to Marta's school laptop to see the statistics of their day out, with speeds, distances, calories, and all the rest of the data that had been recorded.

It was a very pleasant family meal that evening, with lots of current news under discussion, with the exception of word regarding Mikayla and her family, which could wait until the girls had time alone later. Marta revelled in the fact she had a proper relationship with Karl, not just based on the psychical side alone, as she had seen with some other girls at school. They talked on the phone, shared their common interests and hobbies, and they spent time doing normal teenage stuff, but most of all they planned for the future. Later that evening she tried reading a book, but her thoughts were in a whirl, and she couldn't concentrate, her mind was elsewhere on a new tack.

Marta sat thinking, contemplative, only a short time ago she had been saying how she was unsure, how she expected it wasn't far off, almost certainly before the Autumn, then here she was suddenly making plans. How did this happen? Logic and common sense were her bedrock, she couldn't understand it seeing how other girls could be so flighty, emotional, changing their minds every five minutes. Okay so emotions were involved, and affection, and she had to admit it, love, she did love Karl, he was just so right for her in every way.

Other boys she met, which meant mainly those boys at school, didn't measure up to her Karl, two or three might be better looking, but that was superficial, she doubted any of them were smarter, or so caring, and of course they had many shared interests. He hadn't pushed for them to have sex, even though he had worked out for himself she was fully protected, and she knew well enough from tales of her peers, and from older girls that the majority of guys would be demanding some pussy, either put out or they would move on.

Up to now she had kept Karl very happy in the bedroom, he left her in no doubt how good he considered that aspect of their relationship to be, and he was no slouch in making sure she was well satisfied too. It was the fact he was committed to her, he had even said as much to her dad last year; at work, surrounded with all those pretty girls in and out of the studio, he didn't waver, well he did look, but that was okay. He followed the same mantra as laid down by John's wife, "I don't mind you getting hungry at work, providing you come home to eat", and she had no reason to think he behaved otherwise.

Karl had done so much for her, built up her confidence, she didn't have the courage to face the world as she did now, until he had set her head straight. Thinking it through she knew why she had intuitively reached a decision, it was because of the way he acted, every little thing he did, he always considered her first!

It had to be perfect, without the need to rush, or concern about interruptions, what's more she wanted to make love properly for the first time in her own bed. The thought that they could cuddle up afterwards and spend the night in each others arms would be like a fairy tale ending to the loss of her virginity. Arranging the conditions to make it happen would take some planning, her mum would need to know, her siblings could be on a sleepover at Nana Olga's, but that still left the issue of getting rid of her parents for at least one night.

Marta looked at the calender she kept on her laptop, next weekend was too soon to have plans in place, the following weekend would see the tale end of her monthly visitor, so she would have a wax on Sunday or Monday, making the third weekend ideal if she could set her plans in motion.

A weekend away! That's what people did when they had money, and her dad must be owed a little time off, so he and mum could take a long weekend, as he didn't take that many days off when they worked on the house project. Over the next few days she would see what was available, find some nice venues, then sell the idea to her mum, before stating the reason behind her scheme. She suspected that most other girls wouldn't take such pains to go about planning the loss of their virginity, it often happened unplanned, pressured, or befuddled by alcohol. Having made the decision and set her course, even without the full details, she could now settle down to sleep.

On Tuesday Karl stayed for supper as he often did, and Marta considered how others around the table perceived her boyfriend. To her brothers he was a clever roll model who helped mend their bikes or talk about boy things; Anna maybe saw him as a portent of the type of relationship she might seek in a few years time, and a research subject. Her mum knew the sexual side of their relationship, and colluded to ensure they could have time alone for which Marta made plain her gratitude. She assumed that her dad suspected she and Karl were intimate, and preferred not to know the details.

After Karl had gone home, Marta's second night of research was proving fruitful, as many of the nicer hotels and resorts now had a presence on the internet to attract the more affluent patrons who had the time and money to afford their services. Rather than muddy the waters, she only printed out details of the three most likely candidates that she thought might appeal to both her parents, thinking how best to raise the subject with her mum.

Wednesday marked Mary's first seven days in her role as a teacher, and as Paul had said, it was rewarding to see that sudden light of understanding as she pointed out some obscure rule of grammar, so sentence structures then became meaningful. Apart from two hours at work on Friday lunchtime to register some American arrivals, she had not been called since with word of any further shifts, which had become an increasing trend with her employer. After talking it over with Paul she had decided to hand in her notice, as soon as her cheque turned up in the post tomorrow covering the hours from the previous week.

Having now spoken to the adults on her list, she found that they were quite willing to come over for lessons mid-day when her younger pupils were at school. Mary hadn't expected that working people would be able to arrange to take lessons during what she would consider normal office hours, but as Vladimir explained, school hours were the one time the models couldn't book, and it was when his time was most flexible. The two other adults she had listed held the same opinion, and she learned there were several more at their place of work who were considering joining her class, possibly each coming twice a week.

On Thursday morning when her cheque arrived in the post Mary went straight to the bank paying it into their account, her next call was to see the manager at the hotel. Not wishing to burn all her bridges, she explained how she was now teaching for a living, as the hotel had so few shifts on offer, and that she wanted to hand in her notice, but they could call her on the phone to talk foreign visitors through the check in and check out procedures. The manager was pleased not to be left high and dry, as a three way phone call would be a quick easy solution to cover the small number of guests affected by the staffing change.

Soon after Micky got home from school Max delivered her first repeat pupil, here for her second lesson. All of her pupils had telephones, the majority also had mobile phones as well, which made communication quick and easy if any schedule changes were needed, so it had been simple to arrange for Max to be their driver. At first Mary had been hesitant about calling the mobile numbers for fear of the cost, but then thinking of her improved and steady income she realised it was not a major issue.

Mary had been pondering the understated show of wealth among all her pupils, the fact they had these mobile phones, the cash they were willing to spend on lessons, cab fares and foreign magazines, also the fact they dressed well without being ostentatious. With her husband in a relatively good profession, and her previous part time work, they were better placed than many, but now she was being exposed to a new stratum of society.

Though Micky hadn't raised the subject of modelling, Mary was aware that her daughter saw this stream of new visitors as interesting and inspirational, in that they were chasing the dream of becoming well educated high achievers. Many of the girls said how English featured in their varied future career plans, and with thoughts of foreign travel. She had casually asked the girls about their families, startled to find that for the most part their parents didn't have high flying executive jobs, not realising these enquiries were being fed back to the Goose sisters, who were monitoring her display of curiosity.

It was difficult to be unbiased with regard to her own daughter, but she thought Micky had gained the best traits of her own mixed heritage, and that of her husband, but wondered if a girl could be 'too pretty' as a fashion model, so as to detract from the clothing they were supposed to be promoting. She herself had left the Philippines looking for a better life, and now she wanted the best for her daughter. Mary would be happy if Micky could become involved in this lucrative business of modelling, but didn't want her to be disappointed if the opportunity wasn't available for some reason.

During the lesson Mary thought of a spurious errand to send Micky off to a local shop, that would give her some time alone to speak with her current pupil. At first Mary skirted around the subject, but eventually she asked the girl if she thought Micky might be acceptable to the modelling company, and if they had any other coloured models.

Each of the girls were aware that the mother or daughter might raise the subject, and it was something they had all discussed with Marta and Anna, as how to best handle such an enquiry.

"I think Micky's very pretty, I'm sure she would be offered a place, it's just a matter of whether she wanted to be a model, it's not something everyone can do. You would be best off speaking to Anna and Marta, they would know who you need to talk with at the studio."

Of course the girl knew who they needed to talk to, but the sisters had a record for introducing new girls to the studio, and it was Anna that had discovered Micky. Mary said she would have a word with the girls, but not to mention the subject when Micky got back, as she didn't want to raise false hopes if it all came to nothing. After her lesson the girl was on the phone to Anna the moment the door closed behind her, as she didn't think it was a conversation she could have in the cab of Micky's grandfather.

Fortunately Micky was in her room when Anna called, so didn't know her hero was on the phone with her mum, or of the meeting arranged for that evening at Anna's house.

Mary respected her husband, and would never lie to him, but she bent the truth a little, saying she had a meeting that might lead to some more work from the studio people that she was already involved with, and she would be able to tell him more when she got back. It wasn't difficult getting there, only needing two Metro trains, though stepping out of the station she saw it was an up-scale neighbourhood, and the directions were simple enough.

She felt silly, as if she were trespassing, the road names were correct, there was a park to her left, but the individual houses on her right looked so grand, each with their own garden and garage, some even having two cars parked on their own paved area. She was grateful that all the street lights worked in this neighbourhood, though it wasn't the sort of place you might expect trouble, and it did help illuminate the house numbers.

The boys had complained about having an early night, until Igor said he was going to come up and read for them, meanwhile the girls laid out some of their homework on the kitchen table as if arranging a stage set. They wanted to create the right impression, and thought the cosy family atmosphere of the kitchen would be less imposing than any other room in the house.

Mary checked the address she had written down, she knew Max had been there many times, and said how nice it was, but that didn't lessen the shock, there was even a large people carrier type vehicle parked on the driveway. There were lawns and flower beds surrounding the path to the front door, and she was startled as automatic lights came on either side of the door as she approached. If it hadn't been for Anna's friendly warmth in the invitation on the phone, and thoughts of her daughter's future she would have turned tail and run. A smiling woman in her early thirties answered the door, introducing herself as Ella, taking her coat, and offering her some slippers.

Soon she was sitting in the kitchen where the girls were packing up their school work, as Ella made some hot drinks, and told Anna to offer their guest some of the pastries she had made earlier. Mary was taken back by how modern and new everything looked, but not in a showroom kind of way, for she could see this was the hub of the household, with family photos, and kids paintings on display. Marta pointed out pictures of her brothers, and an elderly couple that she referred to as Nana Olga, and Gramps, though explaining although they weren't actual relatives they still thought of them in that way.

They sat with their drinks, nibbling on Ella's baking while they made topical light hearted conversation without yet touching on the subject of Mary's visit. Though it was not typical for Ella to take a lead, it was felt that she should tell their guest about the nature of the studio, as one adult to another.

"So Mary, you expressed an interest in the studio, to find out if young Mikayla could become a model like my Anna, and the many other girls you have recently met."

"Yes, I wasn't sure at first, but Micky has been able to talk of little else other than the wonderful time she spent with your daughters at the riding school, then what with meeting so many other girls involved in the fashion studio; well they all seem so nice, and well motivated which is such a rare trait in most youngsters. I want Micky to have the benefits and opportunities that were not available to me as a child, and if she could become a model, then she could mix with these girls who would prove so inspirational, also it would help to pay for her future education."

"Mary I'm going to tell you a story, please wait till I've finished then I'm sure you'll have some questions." Ella went on to talk of a girl in a crowd, a great long queue of girls with their parents in tow, pretty much in the way Anna said she had told Uliana the same tale.

Mary listened intently as the nature of the modelling became clear, but she was riveted by the story, hanging on to every word. She quickly gathered this was the story of the people sitting at this table, and that Anna's older sister had shown great presence of mind to step in to avert disaster when Ella had injured her ankle. The story concluded with the family move to Kiev just about the time the husband learns he is going to be made redundant.

"Will you arrange for Mikayla to see the boss man at the studio."

"You've got no questions? No concerns you want to talk about?"

"No. I come from different culture, even in Manila the capitol of the Philippines, there are few ways a girl can survive," a look passed between the two women, Mary not wishing to say aloud what they were both thinking, "to pose for a few pictures for the ferangi is no big thing. I'm sure if Micky were accepted, she would enjoy showing off for the camera."

Anna put her hand up as if in class to get Mary's attention. "What's ferangi?"

"Ferangi or sometimes ferang, generally means white western foreigners, it's in fairly common use in the Philippines, and in parts of Asia."

"Thanks, but I don't think I'm ready to learn any more languages just for the moment, but as for Micky becoming a model, I don't think that will be a problem. The minute Marta and I laid eyes on her we both had the same thought, and I hope you won't be mad but the boss Ivan has already seen pictures of Micky from her outing to the stables. He and John both agreed she would be perfect for the studio."

Mary due to her background wasn't as reluctant to discuss the pecuniary aspect of being a model, and was keen to view the photo sets Anna had on her laptop. Then upon seeing the videos, it became clear as to why all these young girls wanted to be so proficient in a language that was not in common use locally. Getting home late, she told Paul there might be some modelling work for Mikayla, and she would tell him all the details if a meeting could be arranged with the studio.

The next morning after Paul left for work, Mary told Micky not to dress for school as they were going to have a mum and daughter day at home for once, and she would phone the school with an excuse about an iffy tummy. Micky liked the idea of a day off school spent with her mum, and it would mean she would have a nice long weekend.

Mary filled the bath, adding Micky's favourite scented bubble bath, then suggested they share the tub together. Micky liked having a bath with her mum or dad, she hadn't done it that often recently, but it was something she enjoyed, laying back against either her dad's hairy chest, or her mum's boobs, and being washed by their big hands.

When they were settled back in the steaming water, Mary raised the subject of modelling, and asked Micky what she thought about all these girls posing for the camera. Talking to her about the studio, Mary slowly introduced the concept that it wasn't about fashion or clothing, but just about pretty girls, and about fantasy costumes, and about undressing for the camera. Her daughter was intelligent enough to understand that not everyone would approve of naked photos, in the same way not all families would have the same open attitude to casual family nudity or about her sharing a bath with her parents.

The calm relaxing bath nearly turned into a tsunami, as a small wriggly eel-like nine year old got very excited at the prospect of becoming a special model, just like her horse riding hero. With her daughter so eager for an interview, the only way Mary could get any peace, was to promise to call Anna's mother to find out about arranging an interview at the studio.

Ella was surprised to get a phone call from Mary barely twelve hours after talking about the studio network, and she could hear the excited voice of young Mikayla in the background, as she advised Mary she would call Ivan about making use of the girl's impromptu day off from school in order to fit in an audition.

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To be continued in Chapter 65

I know most of you wouldn't want a fly on the wall view of a nine year old having her first naked photo shoot at the studio, so miss out the next chapter if that sort of thing offends. For those who feel they must read it for the sake of continuity, I'll get on with proof reading.