The previous evening Marta had been too unsettled to sleep, agitated about the outcome of whether her father could be persuaded to take a weekend break. To distract herself she had gone on line to do some more research, this time seeking information about which sexual position was considered best for a girl's first experience of vaginal intercourse.

Karl had taught her quite a lot about using computers, and search engines, using the correct terms and syntax, so as not to get millions of worthless replys. So much of the net was filled with the more salacious material, that initially even finding information on child modelling had been weighed down with the more sleazy adult smut that was time wasting. Learning how to filter out the dross had made their forays through the web less tiresome, in that they were now quite good at finding what they wanted.

It helped being able to read English, for there was far greater selection of material to choose from, pages in an agony aunt style, discussion forums, and even serious medical type papers that had been published online. Finally shutting down the laptop, she went to bed, but still being restless, she thought about Karl as she toyed with a nipple, sliding her other hand down to play with her clit. Her reading materials hadn't been that dry that it failed to get her wet, this had all been about that next step she was intending to take with Karl, and she was in her usual fashion checking everything out thoroughly.

As she started to get closer, Marta wondered if Karl was doing the same thing at home, stroking Karl junior as he thought of her, maybe sniffing the latest pair of her panties she had donated to his collection. Marta bit her lip as the rising tide of her orgasm overwhelmed her as waves of pleasure coursed through her body, and at last relaxed she fell asleep.

Another person who would have had trouble sleeping was Paul, Mikayla's father, had it not been for the fact his wife Mary nearly fucked him to death that night, as the only way she could think of to get him to settle down. The big wedge of cash had shocked him, then when they went out to eat they couldn't talk about it, but on their return, after Micky had gone to bed, he voiced his concerns.

Micky had found it immense fun in the studio posing for John, but Paul had found it difficult to grasp that she was aware of how serious a step they had taken in this course of action. The two most important people in his life, were both okay with what had transpired, Mary talking of the great career move with fantastic earning potential, and Micky happy to pose for pictures in the same way as the girls she most admired. It was as if she had entered a fairyland, full of fabulous background sets from all her favourite books and films with many stunning costumes to match. Micky loved everything about her afternoon at the studio, and best of all was the fact she was the star of the show, and everyone, not just her mum listened to what she had to say, and they didn't treat her like a little child.

Paul didn't say where he was going, just that he had to go into town, and would probably be back in time for lunch, when Mary had a break between pupils. He had a vague idea where the studio was, and it could be reached with a single change on the Metro system. He had taken a few of the documents with him, leaving behind the large envelope, so Mary would probably not realise some of the papers were missing, but he had written the address on a slip of paper so he didn't need to get the paperwork out on his journey there.

It wasn't much of a walk from the station to the business park, this development was very recent, modern and fresh looking, even having plenty of parking spaces between the well maintained lawns, with shrubs and young trees. He had been so intent on finding the studio he hadn't paid much attention to what else was going on around him, but he realised he had been following the mother and daughter some thirty metres ahead of him since leaving the station, and they had entered the big square anonymous building.

He was heading for the same destination, the girl holding her mothers hand, swinging back and forth, every now and then a skip in her step, the very image of a girl who was excited, as if going to the zoo or some other special treat, and he watched as they entered the large bland edifice. He didn't know what to think, was it everything Mary made it out to be, or was he being paranoid, imagining some dark purpose that didn't exist.

He decided to wait across the road from the business park at a bus shelter where he could observe the place for a while. It wasn't long before he saw two women approaching from the station deep in conversation, preceded by two girls about the same age as Micky, then a few minutes later what he assumed to be a father and daughter, the girl maybe fourteen or fifteen. As they passed on the far side of the road he could hear the laughter, just in the same way he had noted the mood of the others who had entered the building.

Standing there wasn't answering his concerns, with purpose he crossed the road and entered the reception area, where an attractive girl at the front desk greeted him.

"Good morning Sir, how can I help you?"

"Hello, I'd like to see Ivan please, if he's in today."

"I take it you don't have an appointment, can I take your name, and the nature of your visit, so I can see if he has time to see you this morning?"

Paul told her his name, and that it concerned his daughter's visit the previous day.

The girl smiled back, picked up her phone, and spoke to someone he supposed was the secretary of this Ivan character.

"Tanya says he's over in the workshop at present, but she'll catch up with him as he's bound to want to talk with you, if you'll just take a seat he shouldn't be too long."

The receptionist seemed genuine enough, not as if he was being given the run around, he sat in the comfortable waiting area with it's plush carpet and real potted plants, curious as to the sort greeting he might receive from the boss man, and just how solid the contract was that had been signed by his wife. As he sat there another mother daughter pair turned up, obviously known by the girl at the counter, as they all spoke on a first name basis, and the girl who he thought maybe ten or eleven years old was chided to put on her badge, or she wouldn't be allowed in. This was cause for some laughter, and they stood about chatting, with the mother stating she hoped to get her roots done while they were here, if the salon wasn't too busy.

A casually dressed man in his late forties or early fifties entered from the main building and the young girl jumped up to kiss him on the cheek, he was also warmly greeted by the mother. Soon talk was about the girl's school grades, with congratulations on her recent improvements. After a few more words the pair went off into the building, and the man came over to Paul, reaching out to shake his hand and introduce himself.

"Hello, welcome, my name's Ivan, we're very informal round here, do you mind if I call you Paul?

"Er, no that's okay. I'm here about my wife and daughter's visit here yesterday."

"Yes, you are a lucky man, such a charming girl, you and your wife must be very proud, but let's not stand round out here, we'll go to my office so we can have a talk about any questions you may have. First we need to get you a badge, or someone will make a fuss, regardless of the fact I'm showing you round. With all these young models coming here we can't have unidentified strangers wandering about."

Having been issued with his clip on badge, with the large red letters marking him out as an 'Accompanied Visitor', they made their way to Ivan's office. Paul hadn't known what to expect, but Ivan struck him as an educated and gregarious man, none of the staff they passed showed any great deference, just pleasant exchanges of a friendly manner.

Strict hierarchys were the norm in most large organisations, even at school in the staff room surnames were used, only in private with old colleagues might you use first names. Ivan had said they could save the talk till they got to his office, but he pointed out the various departments they passed on the way through the brightly lit modern building.

"Ah you found him, do you want me to bring in some refreshments?"

"Yes please Tanya, what would you like Paul, coffee, tea, fruit juice?"

"Coffee please, black."

Ignoring the desk, Ivan steered Paul over to a table in his office, where they sat in cosy chairs, it was almost as if he had been summoned to the head's office he felt so on the back foot, but he needed to find out what his wife had signed their daughter up for.

"I had expected you might call in, to be honest I would have been disappointed if you hadn't, as it never bodes well unless the girls come from a good caring home environment, regardless of the circumstances they find themselves in when we first meet. No doubt you have some questions for me, so ask away, and I'll see if I can allay your concerns."

"Is the contract Mary signed binding?"

"I could say yes, but I won't because there would be little point in starting a fight that might hurt your family. If your wife has signed Micky on as a model, and you are in strong disagreement this will only cause strife, therefore we would be prepared to tear it up, but I hope by the time you leave today I can persuade you otherwise."

At that point Tanya came in with coffee and pastries, not over-brewed, or from a machine, but rich aromatic freshly made, served in nice china, along with sugar and a jug of cream. Paul was startled that the man's secretary should then strike up conversation about his wife's visit the previous day, saying how polite Micky had been, and how she had delighted the people who had worked with her.

When Tanya left Ivan restarted the conversation. "Paul, I don't mean to be condescending or rude, but I suspect you feel out of your depth, not something you will have encountered before now, as like most people, unaware of the world of child modelling. There is a long history of the child or adolescent nude in painting, and more recently in the tasteful photo studies by Sally Mann, Jock Sturges, David Hamilton, and others. We have moved that concept forward with the times, and current technology."

"We were not the first to present artistic youthful semi-nude, and nude models on the internet, but I believe our network is the biggest, and best in the industry. This reflects in every aspect of what we do, and how we operate. There are scores, probably hundreds of companies out there on the net with young models, and that's just those based in eastern Europe and Russia. As you can no doubt imagine there are no shortage of poor families that get sucked in and spat out, used and cheated, take a photo set and pay for a few days food, and that is the limit to what the girls ever see."

"If you saw examples from these people it would be upsetting, malnourished, unhappy girls who often look in need of a wash, in all quite deplorable. What our members like to see are happy vibrant girls that epitomize the joy of life, health, and vigour. To that end the welfare of our models and their families is part of our whole ethos, for how can a girl go on set and look carefree if a parent or sibling is at home ill. Even in the wealthiest countries of the west, I doubt there are companies that have such values; we look after our own."

"As a teacher, you yourself, or via tales from colleagues, must be aware of how girls from even quite a young age can have a streak of exhibitionism that only becomes more apparent as they approach puberty. They are just testing their ability to catch male attention, and our site relies on this natural tendency, giving our models free reign to express themselves. From what Mary said you are not prudes, and are not skin shy as is the case of some cultures, therefore Micky felt quite at ease in front of the camera."

They talked for a long time, and Paul did at last fit in some questions, even seeing a brief tour of the web site on Ivan's desktop monitor. Ivan said how very few people from their own country were likely to see pictures on the site as it was priced and designed to meet a foreign market. Returning to the 'Meet the Models' page Ivan pointed out some familiar faces, the girl he knew as Anna had a fake name and biography, then Ivan flipped through screen after screen to find the girls who had been visiting Mary for lessons.

Having seen a few complete photo sets he wondered how other people would classify them, himself, he would say they exhibited a sensual aspect, perhaps the older girls might be said to express a sexual element, but on the whole it was playful and it was fun. This lead to the inevitable thought about how the pictures of his Micky had turned out.

Ivan was ready when Paul asked, pointing out that these pictures had not been either sorted or edited as yet, but it was felt there was sufficient material from Micky's audition to make up a variety set as her introduction to the site. This was providing that Paul was not of a mind to rescind the contract.

After sitting through the tumult of emotions at seeing his little girl on screen, his overriding feeling had been one of pride, recognising several of her gymnastics moves that she had brought to the fore in her lithe exuberant display. He was still in a bit of a daze as Ivan lead him off to lunch, even this was an experience in itself, great food, all free, and such a weird variety of dinning companions. Girls in all manner of exotic garb and make-up wearing napkins to avoid spillage on their costumes, as Ivan explained that the weekend shooting schedule could become quite hectic, and mostly reserved for models from out of town.

The predominant impression on Paul's mind about all he had seen so far, was one of joy and laughter among all the young models, and a sense of professionalism from those members of staff he had so far met.

"Ivan, there were an awful lot of girls on the web site you showed me, how many models do you actually have?"

"Girls living here in Kiev, close to the studio, about fifty in round numbers; on our site alone spread out across the country several hundred, and across the studio network as a whole well over a thousand and rising all the time. If you think those numbers are large, then think about the open auditions we hold every year, and the thousands of girls who don't make the cut to join our network."

There was a lull in the conversation as the two men ate their lunch, during which Paul could hear the sound of English being spoken, looking around he saw four girls at an adjacent table, obviously struggling to converse in a foreign tongue, reverting to their own language when they couldn't come up with the right words. It was then he saw the sign on the table that it was reserved for English only. Though his wife and daughter were fluent, he had only picked up a smattering of the language from Mary, as he had no reason to pick it up, but it brought to mind a new question.

Ivan told him about their old videos, and how they had moved on to make videos with dialogue that the majority of their members would be able to understand, and how that was the driver encouraging the models to learn. He then heard about how the studio had sponsored the cost of providing two local schools with a teacher, Svetlana, who was shared between them, enabling both the models who attended those schools, and some of the other pupils to enjoy an enhanced curriculum.

An earlier conversation came to mind, and Paul named the school Anna attended, and Ivan went on to name the other school also favoured by models living in the city, Paul recognising that they represented the two most academically prestigious schools available.

"Perhaps at the start of the Autumn term young Mikayla might wish to move on to attend the same school as Anna and Marta, it would be just a short ride on the Metro, and I'm sure she would have no difficulty enrolling despite the limited number of places available. If you were concerned about her travelling to school alone, I could always check with the headmistress about her needs for any new staff. I believe Mary said you taught geography and history, as well as a little football coaching."

Even if Paul hadn't long since made his decision, the two carrots Ivan had dangled in front of him were looking more akin to sparkling treasures from a dream wish list.

"Ivan I don't need any more convincing, it seems you really do look after your own, that said, if it were possible for Micky to attend that school we would be very grateful, and if I could transfer there too it would be a big boost to my career just being associated with such a well respected institution."

"I'm glad we've come to a meeting of minds, Micky is a charming girl, and I'm sure she will prove a hit with our members. You'll find very soon your family situation will change and we have a financial councillor to help you cope with those changes, also meeting with other parents will prepare you for the road ahead. It is fortunate you already have links with Anna's family, as they have coped well with their change in circumstances."

Paul almost missed his transfer on the journey home on the Metro, his head spinning from the unexpected outcome of today's visit. The operation had been totally genuine, and Ivan had promised to do his best with regard to getting him a dream teaching post, but to make no indication at his current school until he arranged for Paul to meet the school head for an interview. The remaining news was that Micky's photos would be condensed into a usable set, and would soon be posted on the site.

Changing platforms to get the train headed in the right direction, Paul saw the flash of colour from the edge of his vision, and made a diversion picking up a lavish bunch of flowers from the florist in the station, to hang with the expense for the eleven* exotic blooms. Despite the difference of opinion between them last night, Mary had rode him hard, and put him away wet as the saying went, for regardless of any quarrel they had Mary was an enthusiastic lover, and he needed to make amends.

He was hardly aware of the walk from his local station to his front door, so many possibilities going through his mind, smiling at the thought of telling Micky horse riding might become a regular outing, rather than just a birthday treat. The other thing mainly on his mind was the possibility he and Mary could consider having another child, for her new home based career would not be adversely affected if she were to become pregnant.

The way her bookings were going her current earnings would far exceed what she had made during her busiest times working at the hotel, and if he did get a transfer the pay was guaranteed to be higher, even without any rise in seniority. Those two factors alone would make a considerable change in their lives, making the thought of a move to a nicer area, and a bigger apartment a reality. Even if Micky's earnings were a fraction of what Ivan had suggested they could be, it meant they could fund further education for Micky, and maybe a new brother or sister. He himself would never have been able to go on to teacher training had it not at that time been sponsored by the state, but his kids would have a free choice.

It was a good job Anna had been waiting in line for her turn at the jumps when her phone had gone off, for it was switched to silent, but the vibrations from the tight front pocket of her jodhpurs had sent tingles straight to her pussy. She indicated to the others behind to leap the queue, so she could answer her call. It was Ivan telling her about his visitor, and the fact that Micky's dad had at first seemed reluctant about his daughter being signed up for the site, but was now fully on board, and how she and Marta could expect another finders fee, and a small percentage with regard to Micky's sales figures.

Before rejoining the lesson Anna gave thought to the tingles the phone had produced and wondered if the vibrators she had seen in pictures on the net, and in stories made such nice feelings, as she had previously thought of the cock shaped plastic items as some sort of joke, but now she wasn't so certain. Perhaps when she got home she would have a new subject to research, and it might make a nice surprise for Eve if these thingies were any good, that is if she could work out how to buy one.

Marta's Saturday unusually for her had started late, for one, because she hadn't got off to sleep till late, and secondly that she knew Karl had a busy weekend helping fix some glitches with a system upgrade that hadn't gone as planned. Looking at the time she knew that Anna would have left, as she was spending most of the day at the stables, so Eve would have left by now so she could have her own bathroom back. First item of the day after taking a much needed leek, was to take her pill, and place a tick in the little diary kept in the bathroom for just that purpose.

When she had wiped, Marta was aware of how sticky she was from the long masturbation session of the previous night, and decided on a shower rather than a bath. When she had finished all her morning rituals Marta went to find out if her mum had been successful in persuading her dad to spend a weekend away, and if so, had he agreed to the weekend that met with her plans.

The moment Marta appeared in the kitchen Ella could sense the nervous anticipation, and put the girl out of her misery, stating how keen her father was to experience the fruits of their current lifestyle, and it was set to meet her schedule if the hotel had a vacancy. Marta rushed off to her room coming back with a spare print out having the details of her mum's preferred venue, and pointed out the phone number, even offering to make the call.

Ella phoned, expecting if they heard Marta's voice they might think it was a prank call, and found they did have a deluxe room available for the Friday and Saturday, and they would be happy to reserve it for her till she could confirm the booking on Monday or Tuesday, by which time her husband would be sure those dates didn't clash with work commitments.

Marta was filled with a rush of excitement, she loved it when a plan came together, but it was tempered with a slight edge of nervousness at the thought that this was her last step, bridging the gap between innocence, and becoming a sexually active woman in every sense of the phrase. It was different for girls, sure it was fun, everything they had done so far, even when she had tried anal, but she didn't think that would be something that would occur with any great frequency in the future. The thought that dominated her mind was the fact that she was of an age where she could so easily become pregnant without due care.

Someone describing a cooked breakfast had said that the hen was involved, but the pig was totally committed, and this could explain the way some boys acted when it came to sex. Boys could just do it and run off, but with one careless moment a girl could find herself with a growing commitment. In their previous school several older girls had been caught out, whether that was by accident or intent she didn't know, for they were in higher grades, and she had little in common with most of the other pupils at that time.

Ella knew her daughter's moods well enough to see the brief moment of introspection pass across her features, but didn't think it had anything to do with her current plan. Marta must have thought long and hard before making the decision, Ella mused her eldest planned her life as if playing chess, weighing each option with precision before making a move. Anna was more likely to be impulsive, but fortunately that wasn't to the point of recklessness.

Finishing her breakfast Marta said she would go round to the bungalow, and spend some time there, maybe have a game with Gramps, then bring the boys back via the park, so they could let off some steam, and be back in time for lunch. Ella realised she had a few hours free, everyone was out, and it would be an ideal time to go into town to do a little shopping of her own, not wishing to waste any time she called up a cab.

No matter how often she looked in shop windows, it still took an effort of will to think that it was okay to spend the money, even to splash out and buy something for herself. For years having to stretch Igor's wage from one week to the next, and now they not only had one bank account, but several, each for a different purpose. She was now able to walk into these higher class stores with more confidence, being well dressed helped, knowing that she looked the part.

She could she the anxious proprietress hovering in the background trying to decide when to offer some assistance. Ella looked at all the frilly and lacy garments, mostly of sheer fabrics that left little to the imagination, but if they were going away on a special weekend she wanted to feel sexy, and she wanted to make an effort for Igor. Prices for the lingerie were more scandalous than the risqué designs, Ella thinking the workshop at the studio could easily make better garments. Thinking along those lines, she needed to book an appointment at the studio salon on the Thursday before the trip, as they would leave early on Friday and return late on Sunday.

Having spent an outrageous sum on the lingerie, Ella also found they had men's silky boxer shorts, so splashed out on some of those too. Going the whole hog the next item on her list was some perfume. Thinking about her journey home Ella thought how convenient it would be if she had one of those mobile phones, to just call up a ride, but there was a cab rank further down the street.

Recognising one of their regular drivers part way along row of cars, she waved to him, the cab at the front was pissed off that she chose a cab from further back as there was some tooting of horns. Her cab drew up beside the lead cab, and her driver spoke to the other annoyed cabbie, lying that Ella wasn't a fare, but his sister in law. The two of them laughed about this as they drove off, asking where she wanted to go today, the studio or home.

Micky had once again been teaching Ivanna in her room, and though she had desperately wanted to tell the other girl that she knew about the studio, she had been given strict orders from her mum that any talk about it was off limits, as her dad was still in a mood that they went off for an audition without telling him. Her mum had said there was a small possibility he might veto the deal, so it was a matter of keeping quite until he had come to a decision one way or the other.

At two o'clock they took a break, all sitting round the kitchen table, her mum and Catherine were having coffee, but she and Ivanna were having milk with their cookies, as they went over table etiquette in English. They all turned when they saw her dad had turned up holding a big bunch of flowers, and soon her parents were hugging and being all kissy faced, with her dad saying sorry, and that she had done the right thing.

"Daddy stop it you're embarrassing. Does this mean, you know that it's okay?"

The cat was out of the bag, and soon the two youngest girls were skipping around the kitchen, Micky pleased she could now revel in being part of a special sort of club, and they could all be models together. They sat back at the table, Micky climbing onto her dad's lap while her mum was busy arranging the nice flowers into a vase that had been in the back of a cupboard. Their visitors were not shy in talking about their own experiences with the studio being models, and spoke about the recent video they had just done, but that Ivanna hadn't had much of a speaking part, which made these lessons so important.

Micky spoke of seeing Anna's video, and how funny it had been, though she had used a different name, and Ivanna asked Micky if she had chosen her professional name yet.

"I didn't think of that, we just got shown round, and I did some pictures for the audition, but we didn't talk about names."

Ivanna perked up, "You have to chose a good name, it's getting harder to find names now with so many models, but it's okay if you have the same name as a much older model, but not one another girl of about the same age that you are."

Catherine now joined in, "Think of more than one name then you can check with the studio which name is okay to use."

They sat talking right through to what would have been the end of their lesson, and Mary didn't think it fair to charge for the second hour but Catherine insisted anyway. Catherine had been a model with the studio since just after they started up, so she had lots of interesting stories, and her sister had only been with this site for under a year, but had been posing for another site in the network before that, in which models only ever showed an 'accidental' flash now and then.

Micky lapped up every detail, keen to become one of the crowd, then they started to work on a name she could use on the site. After much debate they got down to a choice of three, so Paul phoned through to the studio, asking to speak with Ivan. This time the greeting was friendly from both sides, Paul having got past any suspicion or animosity that he had held prior to their meeting earlier that day.

By the end of their talk, he had news of a job interview, and his daughter now had a professional name, and one of the staff would write up her make believe biography. So it came to pass that another new model had been discovered, auditioned, signed up and named, a new girl called - Kira.

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To be continued in Chapter 68

Paul's fear's have been allayed, and he has the possibility of career advancement himself!