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Subject: {ASSM} Jenny's Uncle, part III, chap 14
Date: Sun, 30 Jul 2000 19:10:02 -0400
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Jenny's Uncle, part III, chap 14
Jenny got up extra early to get ready for school the next day. She knew
she'd have to make up some work. But she did not linger over that thought.
She wanted to look good to debut her new look. She did her nails first, a
shimmery rose color. She chose a see-thru bra and undy set that Ted had
sent over and a black short slip. Then a short pleated skirt and clingy
top. She decided on oxfords and socks knowing that she would change later
at work. She brushed out her blond, waved hair and did her makeup last
thing. Her lipstick matched her nails. She had a look of smoldering
innocence. Her thought was how much Ted would be impressed.
The day plodded by. All her friends remarked on her makeover saying how
great she looked. Jenny only saw Reina briefly but she could tell from
Reina's eyes that she was impressed. Reina looked pretty good herself,
Jenny thought. Something about her legs caught Jenny's eye. But she
didn't have time to find out how things had gone at Ted's studio. She
dashed off to class and then went straight to work.
"Oh my God, you are a vision!" This was what Jenny was greeted with when
she walked into the studio. "Turn around, let me take in the full you,"
Ted said. He came close to her and started touching her hair. "And let me
check out what Henri has done. Simply fabulous. Do you like it? How does
it make you feel now?" Ted was full of questions today.
"Yes, of course I like it, thank you so much," Jenny answered
breathlessly. Ted was wired today.
"Great. This calls for a celebration. You know these extra rooms I
have? I'm dedicating the tiny one just for you. We're going to start to
build up a wardrobe that will be all yours!"
Jenny was speechless.
"I have already cleared it out and fitted it with mirrors and places to
hang your dresses. Also there is a bureau in there to keep your other
clothes in. I'll just add to whatever is in there when I find things that
I want you to wear. From now on, you can dress in those clothes. It will
be great. You'll have a different outfit every time you come to work.
Sometimes you'll choose, sometimes I'll choose. There will be shoes,
underwear, dresses, skirts, whatever you might want. It will be like
Jenny's costume room. How does that sound?" Ted asked.
Again Jenny was speechless.
"There might be times when I want you to dress a certain way to be in
sync with the particular shoot that day. Is that OK?"
Finally Jenny found her voice. "Sure," she said with a stammer. She
was flabbergasted at the possibilities. It was so cool to beable to dress
up in such great clothes.
"Now, why don't you get into some hose and heels to get ready for our
first client? Your outfit you have on is fine. I want to get some first
photos of you in your new look. Hey, guess what? I froze some of my
famous shake into a popsicle. Would you like one while we take some
pictures? It would look great."
"Yum, that sounds great, Ted," Jenny replied as she went into the
dressing room.
The pictures Ted took of Jenny sucking on a popsicle in her short skirt
and new look were turning out fantastic, Ted thought. As she slurped in
the frozen drugged confection, he knew he could get her to take off some of
her clothes later. His plan was working to perfection.
Shortly the first client came and Jenny obediantly carried out her
duties. The wiggle in her walk caught his eye and he realized how good she
must be feeling. Ted had to remind himself to keep his attention on the
model that he was taking pictures of. It was kind of a boring shoot so
that made it all the more difficult. Still it ended successfully and Ted
and Jenny caught their breath as they prepped for the next appointment.
"Have you talked to Reina lately?" Ted asked.
"No, not really since the weekend."
"We had a good photo session on Monday. She has some real potential as
a model, " Ted said.
Jenny was surprised at the news...and yet from their last visit, Jenny
started to think that many things were making sense.
"Yes, I gave her some new clothes that might interest you. Ask her
about them sometime."
"I will, that is for sure," Jenny replied.
"This next appointment is a high school student who wants to have a
portfolio started. I think you'll beable to relate to her much better than
I will. You'll beable to get her to relax in front of the camera, won't
you?"
"I'll do my best!" Jenny responded. "You'll need to have some good
music going."
"You pick out what you think would be appropriate, " Ted said.
"Alright!" Jenny thought.
She got some hard driving rock and roll going just as the client rang
the doorbell. Jenny quickly showed her to the dressing room and got her
ready. The music beckoned. At first Jenny stayed behind the camera. Ted
took a number of pictures. Then she couldn't keep herself back any longer,
and began to dance to the tunes. Ted encouraged her to join the high
school student in the lights. When the two of them started to dance it was
like the temperature of the room was cranked up ten degrees. They both
closed their eyes and got into the beat. Ted didn't know which one to
focus on. They both kept him so busy that he easily took four rolls of
film.
He scurried the client out the door and went back to Jenny. "You want
another popsicle, Jenny? I'd like to get more pictures of you dancing."
By now Jenny was getting used to having Ted take pictures of her every
day that she worked. She was thirsty and wouldn't mind dancing some more.
The music and dancing with an older girl had made her excited. "Yes, that
sounds good," she said.
As she sucked on the popsicle and Ted rearranged the lights, Jenny
noticed the brass bed covered in the corner. "When will you use our find?"
she asked.
"Oh, one of these days," he said."I'm almost ready, Jenny. Would you
mind if we tried something a little different? I noticed your black slip.
It looks almost like a dress. Would you take off your skirt and blouse and
just wear your slip?"
By now Jenny was in a daze and thought how much cooler and exciting that
would be. Ted always had such great ideas!
"OK, " she said and, still sucking on the popsicle she went into the
dressing room to get out of her skirt and blouse. As she made her way out
she decided to peek into her 'new room' and saw all that Ted had done to
get it ready for her.
"What's in the other two rooms?" she asked him when she returned.
"Oh, storage and more storage," he replied. "Wow, you look super."
She did look good now dressed in a black slip, pantyhose and high heels.
Even with her bra and panties on underneath the slip she felt more exposed
and daring. She was getting to like daring. The music took over as she
swayed around the room. This was becoming a familiar routine. She still
sucked on what was left of her popsicle. Ted came close and she began to
use her tongue, up and down the popsicle. She closed her eyes and let her
imagination go with the flow and the music.
"Doesn't that popsicle taste good?" Ted started in. "Lick it on all
sides, Jenny. Use your tongue on it and then lick your lips with your
tongue. Slurp it a little. Now try to put it all in your mouth,
whatever's left."
Jenny did whatever Ted asked. Her mouth and lips and tongue were
buzzing from the stimulation. When she finished she threw the stick into a
corner and began to dance all out.
"What about taking off your bra, Jenny? Keep the slip on and your
pantyhose."
Jenny decided to just take it off in the studio since she could take it
off and leave her slip on. Without missing a beat of the music she freed
herself from the bra and kept on dancing. It felt nice to let her breasts
move under her slip. Her nipples soon hardened with the sensations.
Ted kept taking pictures. Then he got out his video camera and began
filming Jenny. Instead of inhibiting her, Jenny got more excited by the
camera. She made sure to face the camera as she moved. She started with
her hands on her hips. Then she brought them up her sides and moved them
in front to just brush her nipples. Then down she went with them and
stroked her thighs before bringing them up again. Moving her hips with
each round she brought her hands closer to her crotch and got more excited
as she toyed with her pussy. Her fingers danced with her movement
sometimes directly grazing her nipples, sometimes just the heat of her
touch being enough. She began to raise her slip to stroke her crotch as
she danced. The sensations were electric; she felt so alive all over.
Part of her wondered if Ted would do anything, part of her didn't care.
Now she opened her eyes and saw the camera, saw Ted filming. She felt
more daring than ever and started to stroke her pussy through her
pantyhose. She made a circle around her mound and then stroked, a circle
and then stroke. She moved her hips more and more, in and out, in and out.
Ted caught it all on camera before he decided that his was enough for
tonight. Now how to bring Jenny out of the hypnosis of the moment? He
chose a direct approach.
"Jenny, it's time we stop, but I dare you to go home wearing just the
slip and pantyhose."
The challenge brought Jenny out of her dream state, and she said, "No
problem, I can do that."
Ted called a cab, and on the ride home Jenny could hardly keep still
from excitement. Here she was wound up and in just the barest of clothes.
The cabbie did not fail to notice her state of dress (or undress) and kept
an eye on her in the mirror all the way home.
"What these young people are doing these days!" he thought.
He watched her cross her legs and rock her hips in the back of the cab.
She seemed to be in another world, but managed to give him a tip as she
left. He'd like more customers as beautiful as her.
When Jenny finally got to her room she continued the ministrations on
her pussy only this time more directly. It's a wonder her mom did not wake
up as she cried out with the first of several orgasms that night. It took
her a long time to fall blessedly asleep.
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