The Model

by Leslie Schmidt

They came in around 6:30. Carly and her mother, Jo, were regulars for me. Carly, just now turned 8, had been in the sales fliers for a couple of downtown department stores for two years now. It being April, the ads for spring were being developed and I had a rack full of sun dresses, bathing suits, and beach wraps for the girls. I have about a dozen girls on the size 7-16 list, Carly had just recently graduated from the 4-7 list.

Carly is one of the easier girls to work with. She seems to know exactly what I mean when I direct her poses, she's always happy, and her thick dark hair and complexion makes for her needing minimal make up. Her dusky face, framed by almost black hair are a striking contrast to her bright blue eyes.

Rita, a moody but lovely 12 year old, was finishing up and I was pleased to see Carly and Jo, more to be rid of Rita's mother than anything else.

"Ok, that'll do for tonight," I said as I shot the 165th frame of the young blonde just after her mother had moved away after unnecessarily touching up her lip gloss. Without a word they moved off the stage, disappearing behind the dressing screen.

"Hi, Carly, how are you this evening?"

"Fine."

"How are you, Jo," I turned to her mother.

"We're doing good," she said. "How much do you have for us to do?"

Rita and her mother came out, Rita in jeans and a sweatshirt, her mother pulling on a rain coat.

"As much as you can stand," I said as I followed the other two out into the reception area. There we filled out a timecard, Donna, Rita's mom, gets $20 an hour for having Rita try on clothes. We bid goodbyes and I locked the door as they left. The studio actually closes at 6, when my front desk help leaves, but on evening that I have models in late I usually don't lock up until around this time. I turned off the lights and went back into the studio, closing the door behind me.

"What do you want to start with?" Jo called from behind the screened off part of the room that's used as a dressing room.

"Let's start with the blue and white sun dress-and bring out a straw hat."

As I pulled out some props and rolled down the beach screen I heard Jo and Carly, first dressing, then them getting her hair ready.

"What about shoes?"

"I think I'll try her barefoot."

"Ok."

The shoot went well, Carly is always so easy to work with and, more importantly, so is her mother. Modeling mothers can be such a pain, but Jo was always supportive, worked as a team with me to make Carly her best.

We shifted out of the sun dress into a one-piece suit (baby blue with Tweety-bird) and a pink see-through wrap. We had been working for about ten minutes when Jo's phone range. I was too busy working with Carly so I didn't hear the conversation.

"Excuse me,....Steve?"

I looked up from the camera, Carly relaxed, "Yeah?"

"Ummm....that was my boss....I have to go to the office and reset a server that crashed."

I remembered that Jo had said she was a systems administrator.

"I'm sorry we have to go....but....well...."

"How long will you be?" I asked.

She went up on the 'stage' and started brushing Carly's hair. "I'll take me about 20 minutes to get there and shouldn't be too much of a problem. Probably just have to reset the server.....Maybe an hour or so." She turned back to brushing. "You think it's alright if you finish the shoot?"

I wasn't sure whether she was talking to me or Carly. "Ahhh,....sure."

"Ok mommy," Carly chimed in.

Jo left with the usual instructions to behave and promises to be back as quickly as possible. Carly and I went back to work. After a few more minutes it was time to change costumes.

"Ok, honey, time to change." I walked back into the 'dressing room' and found the aqua blue bikini for the next series. I turned around to give it to her and stopped in my tracks. The little 8 year old was just pulling her bathing suit free from her feet, she straightened up in front of me and smiled.

I occasionally get glimpses of my models changing but it's (usually) an accident. I had never had one of them strip completely naked in front of me. I regained my composure at the same time that my Johnson jumped against my fly. I handed her the bathing suit. "We'll use the same wrap," I mumbled as I tried to not be caught looking at her hairless slit.

"Ok," she said. I beat a quick retreat out onto the 'stage.'

The next 45 minutes went uneventfully except that, again, Carly stripped while I picked out her next outfit-this time a pair of blue shorts and a hot pink spaghetti string top. Then the phone rang.

"Hello, Steve...This is Jo." She didn't give me time to respond. "Listen, Steve,...I'm ok but I've had a fender- bender on Grand. The police are here but my car'll have to be towed."

"Are you ok?" I asked, keeping my voice hushed but glancing at Carly.

"Oh,....yeah, no one was hurt...but, I'll have to get a ride."

"Oh, I'll come get you," I said.

"Thank you," she paused, "but, I've already called someone....uh...can you watch Carly for a couple of hours?"

"Sure, we're finishing up here, I'll get her some dinner."

"Can I talk to her?"

I gave Carly the phone and they talked for a few moments, then she handed it back to me.

"Thank you so much, Steve. I should be there before nine."

"I don't know if you know but my apartment's upstairs, it's the entrance to the right of the store front."

"Ok. Thanks so much."

We finished up the shoot. "How do you feel about pizza?" I asked her.

"Sure," she shrugged.

"Change out of that, we'll get some."

Without saying a word she pulled the top off over her head. When she had her hair free she just looked at me and gave me one of her awesome smiles. Her dark hair fell down over her chest covering one of her nipples, encircling the other. Then she turned and headed behind the screen.

Ten minutes later she was settled in front of my TV and the Red Baron pizza was in the oven. I brought her a coke with my beer and settled down next to her.

After I had taken a swig, Carly put her hand around the neck of my beer bottle. "Can I have a drink?"

I was taken a little aback, "Ahhh....does your Mom let you drink?"

"Mommy doesn't know but Daddy does."

I let her pull the bottle from me and she took a long draft, looking at me sideways while she swallowed several swigs in a row.

"Hey...hey...hey..." I said as I pushed the bottle down and gently pulled it from her, "you'll make yourself sick."

She looked and me and burped, then laughed. The phone rang.

"Hi, Steve," (it was Jo). "Things have gone to shit....I can't believe this has happened."

She was obviously distraut. "What's wrong?"

Her words came tumbling out, "The jack ass that hit me was drunk and he attacked one of the cops and they had to shoot him. Now they need me to go to the police station and make some statement....oh shit....this really fucked up my evening....Fuck!!....and I can't get ahold of Jim" (Carly's father, I had met him once).

"It's ok, Carly can stay here as long as you need."

"Are you sure...I...."

"It's ok, she's fine,....here, let me give her the phone."

I gave the child the phone and they talked for at least a minute. Carly didn't seem to get at all upset, so I assumed that Jo didn't tell her the whole story. She gave the phone back to me.

"Thanks sooo much Steve. I'll call when this all get's sorted out." We hang up and at about the same time the timer on the pizza went off.

We ate while watching 'Grey's Anatomy,' not the usual TV fare for an 8 year old but Carly seemed to know all the characters and the plot. None of the plotline was lost on the girl, "Damn, Alex is always screwing in that bunk bed....do you think that always happens in hospitals?"

The phone rang again, it was Jo again, this time asking if Carly could stay there for the whole night. From the background noise I figured that she was done at the police station and was in a bar. I'd think about that later and it was all arranged. Carly would spend the night on my couch and her mom would pick her up in the morning (Saturday). Carly took it all in stride and I realized this wasn't the first time the girl had been dumped on someone while her mom partied. Then again, if she had just been a witness to a shooting, and had spent an hour being grilled by some cops, desperate to be sure everyone's story was straight and that the shooter would not get in trouble, I couldn't fault her for wanting some time off.

We had finished the pizza and some ice cream, I was working on my third beer. Carly was cuddled up against me when she, again, grabbed my bottle and took a couple more swigs. We shared a fourth. Grey's Anatomy gave way to the nine o'clock news, the top story was the police shooting. I didn't tell Carly that her mother was part of it. When a commercial came on, she went to the bathroom. When she came back she simply crawled into my lap....facing me.

I was totally surprised to find the child's arms around my neck, her knees on either side of my hips, and her lips against mine. For a moment I was frozen in shock, she was holding the back of my head and kissing me. Then I felt her tongue. My reaction was instinctual. She had beer breath and began to breath harder as we had a riotous tongue lashing. She started to rock up and down against me, grinding her crotch against my firming member, rubbing her chest against mine.

I wrapped my arms around her small frame, feeling her against me and my heart started pounding in my throat. She pulled back and looked at me, a small smile on her lips. She knew exactly what she was doing and was inviting more. I leaned forward and kissed her again. This time I brought my hands up her sides and, through the sweatshirt she had on, rubbed my thumbs over the tiny bumps of her nipples. She blew out a sigh around our lips, my erection was getting uncomfortable pushing against my pants.

Again she pulled away but, this time, she took my hands and first pushed them down to her hips, then pulled them up, but now under her shirt. Her skin was warm and smooth and, as I again moved my thumbs over the bebe sized nipples, she just looked at me, then softly closed her eyes. I could feel her heart pounding in her chest.

Did I mention that she was wearing sweat pants also? Her top was purple while her bottoms were black. We started kissing again. I moved my right hand down and around her back and slid it down, under the waist band of her bottoms and her panties and over her soft round ass. She pushed her butt out and I easily ran my fingers along her ass crack, then forward to the softness of her pussy. She started humping slightly as I worked my finger between the slit into the warm moistness of her cunt. She wasn't wet, just sort of damp, but she kept rocking as I pushed my fingertip up inside her. I wasn't surprised to find that she wasn't a virgin as I was able to work two knuckles of my finger up into her tight damp vagina.

She hugged me, holding herself against me and breathing hard in my ear as she rocked. Then she caught her breath and shivered. I felt her already tight tube squeezing my finger and a she broke out in a sweat. Her pussy became, not quite wet, but a little slimy.

She let go and lifted off of me. "Do you want to go into the bedroom?" I asked.

"Yeah," was all she said as she pulled away. I removed my hand from inside her pants and she climbed off of me, then turned and heading down the hall.

When I got into the room she was just stepping out of her pants then climbing onto my unmade bed, to turn around and sit, facing me with her legs comfortably apart. She has the perfect preteen body. About 4'2", maybe 55 or 60 pounds. Just enough thickness under her skin that her ribs are just shadows down her sides. A flat smooth stomach, nipples surrounded by dime sized areolas. Her hips just barely flare from her sides, some muscle definition in her arms and legs, but again just a hint. A clear rounded set of pussy lips, now with her clit hood peeking out.

I stripped, leaving my clothes in a pile on the floor and climbed in next to her. My cock was like a broom handle against her thigh. She wrapped her hand around it as we kissed again.

I just couldn't get enough of looking at her smooth hairless body and within a minute I was kneeling between her knees running my tongue along her slit. When she came she spread her legs impossibly wide and pushed her snatch into my face, opening herself to me. Then, with me on my back, she took my bulb into her mouth.

"Now, don't cum," she said, "I want that inside me."

I leaned my head back and tried to concentrate....worked furiously not to empty my balls into her mouth as, for just a couple of seconds, she sucked, her hair a cool weight on my thighs, hips and belly. Then she lifted up and looked at my cock for a second, then dripped a dollop of spit right on the end. Holding the shaft with both hands she shuffled forward on her knees, straightening up and gave me the most erotic sight I have ever seen as she lowered herself on me, guiding my cock, pushing her lovely hairless lips apart, sinking down as my cock head and about an inch or so of my shaft disappeared into her incredibly tight pussy.

She raised and lowered herself, fucking me in and out. A couple of times she bent over, trying looking down at her split wide pussy. Then, with her hands on my shoulders, she rocked up and down, faster, her breath coming in gasps. Through my own haze, I saw beads of sweat on her upper lip as she blew out through pursed lips, again her pussy shivered and she grunted.

I emptied my cock inside her, pumping her preteen womb full of my slime, some of it oozing out and running down the sides of my cock. We lay clasped together like that, her head just below my chin, I rubbed her back and butt and felt her stretched pussy with my, now softening, cock still inside her.

Later that evening she told me that she and her father fucked when ever she spent the weekend with him and that, a couple of times, he had had friends over. Then, even later, she had a strange request and, again as we fucked, her on her back and me kneeling next to the bed, she held a mirror so she could see my cock inside her. She must have cum four times while doing this before I, again, emptied my sack inside her eight year old pussy.