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Subject: {ASSM} Emma - Chapter Ten {Bradley Stoke}{FF}
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Emma
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Resume of whole novel
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Emma is no stranger to the world of pornography, working 
as she does for one of the premier sex television stations. Nor is 
she a stranger to the naked body, being a dedicated naturist. However, 
in almost every other way she is naive and innocent. This is the story 
of how she finds herself, and also about the lives of people around her. 
In this novel, soap opera meets sex fiction. 


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Previously
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Emma has been promoted to a more responsible position at the sex television
station. Charlotte at last finds the love she's been looking for.



Chapter Ten
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Emma's new role in Harlot TV took her out of the studio 
background and into active involvement in the television station's 
output, and, in recognition of her advocacy of the station, she was 
promoted to the title of Executive Producer. She was now involved in 
the executive decision-making activities of many of the station's new 
programmes, in particular those which she had recommended on the 
basis of her research. 

She had also been given a company car, - a luxury which she 
didn't really need in a city with good public transport. But she was 
very grateful for not having to travel to work by underground and 
having to dress up for the occasion. Now she was able to take her 
nudity with her to the garage attached to the flat, along the 
slow-moving traffic where she avoided the voyeuristic glances of 
other commuters, and from the television station's underground 
station to the studio. All she ever needed to wear were a pair of 
sandals to protect her feet from rubbing on the pedals. 

Much of her work was involved in the production of St. Denis 
Road, a soap opera that Emma had suggested to the board on the basis 
of the statistics she'd gathered on the international sales of sex 
programmes. She'd ascertained that sex soap operas were always 
initially quite expensive to set up, but that those which reached a 
certain standard found a ready and profitable international market. She 
also made suggestions on the structure of the programmes to permit 
efficient editing to meet different standards for different stations and 
indeed different countries. In many cases, this might involve shooting 
different versions of the same scene. 

The suggested method was that certain regular parts of the 
programme would consist of sex scenes which could be defended as 
integral to the story (so that Harlot TV could fulfil the conditions of 
its 4X status). However, the filming of these scenes would be designed 
such that  particularly explicit scenes could be removed in their 
entirety so that an edited version of the scene could be broadcast 
without affecting the series' continuity. Furthermore, to ensure that the 
soap opera remained interesting even after the total removal of 
penetration, semen, oral and anal shots, it was necessary to have 
sufficient soft core titillation between such scenes. The general 
atmosphere of the soap opera was therefore of rather coy and playful 
scenes: where for instance water would be spilt on a woman's chest 
and thereby requiring removal of her top, or a penis would be caught 
in a fly, interspersed by much harder scenes which could contain 
urination in the mouth, anal sex or double entry but could be removed 
without too much plot discontinuity.

One innovation, which quite pleased Emma was to introduce 
children to the cast, so that the programmes could attract an audience 
of special interest without actually requiring them to do anything 
illegal. The justification was that as the soap opera was intended as an 
account of a normal suburban street, there would necessarily be 
children. As long as they were never touched by an adult and there 
was no hint of sexual activity, the children could be filmed having a 
bath, going to bed and sitting on the beach where nudity was relatively 
natural. Emma was convinced that the market for such coy child 
erotica would maximise the soap opera's attraction and thereby its 
sales. 

There were about half a dozen children in the series, from 
about eight to fifteen years of age. The fifteen year old boy and his 
fourteen year old girlfriend were permitted to kiss and even be filmed 
naked together, but the letter of the law was strictly observed. No 
close-up crotch shots. No touching of breasts or genitals. No explicit 
discussion of sex. There were two boys of eight and thirteen, and two 
girls of fifteen and twelve. The fifteen year old girl was particularly 
fond of taking showers and of sporting activities like swimming and 
racing which normally don't require wearing clothes. 

The twelve year old girl, Maisie, was also often to be filmed 
without clothes, but Emma was intrigued to see that unlike the other 
child actors she didn't immediately slip on her clothes after filming. 
She behaved totally naturally without clothes and often when the set 
was finished the only two characters still naked would be Emma and 
Maisie. Maisie had a slender frame which had lost its childhood 
tummy but hadn't yet developed any breasts or pubic hair. Her dark 
hair was cut into a bob and her nose shone appealingly between 
apple-shaped cheeks in a perpetually cheery face.  

Emma immediately developed an affection for Maisie, perhaps 
because her natural nudity reminded her of when she'd first developed 
her naturist tendencies in her own childhood. She also remembered the 
somewhat less than sympathetic response of her parents when they 
became aware of her policy of nudity except when absolutely 
necessary. "Aren't you thoroughly ashamed of yourself?" her mother 
would say. Perhaps Maisie would also need encouragement in her 
inclinations. Or at least a balance to the discouragement she might 
normally receive. At Harlot TV, however, nudity was no problem and 
nobody treated Maisie at all differently than was Emma herself. 

After shooting an episode of the soap opera one afternoon, 
Emma was walking through the foyer towards the lift to the 
underground garage when she saw Maisie sitting on a chair in a sweet 
blue dress with white ankle socks reading a comic book. Emma 
wandered up to her. "Are you waiting for someone?" she asked kindly. 
Maisie looked up and smiled that beautiful little smile that Emma 
always found endearing. "Not really. It's just that my train only arrives 
once an hour, and I've got absolutely ages to wait." 

"Oh, that's alright!" said Emma, almost without thinking. "I've 
got a car. I can drive you home." 

"But I live miles away." 

"That's no problem," Emma said reassuringly. And so Emma 
took Maisie down to her car, and drove Maisie to her home in the very 
outer suburbs which was actually a great problem getting to. The 
journey was a long haul through urban traffic where traffic lights 
frustrated any good spurt of movement. However, talking to Maisie 
took Emma's mind off the journey. She'd never thought that the 
appeal of comic book characters, pop stars, school lessons or school 
friends could be so fascinating. 

Maisie's mother was a teacher at the local Further Education 
College and had divorced her father. Maisie had always been very 
keen on acting and her mother had been the one who'd encouraged 
Maisie to attend the audition for the part in St. Denis Road. She 
smiled cheekily. No, she didn't think her mother really appreciated the 
sex content of the soap opera. Yes, she enjoyed working on it and she 
loved watching herself on television. Her mother had insisted however 
she shouldn't tell her school-friends about what exactly it was she was 
acting in, but that didn't matter because none of her friends had ever 
heard of Harlot TV anyway. 

Emma eventually arrived at Maisie's home in a pleasant 
tree-lined suburban street. She sat in the car, while Maisie got out and 
thanked her for the lift. Yes, she'd love a lift next time: it saved her 
train fare and loads of time. Emma watched Maisie go to her front 
door and briefly saw her mother: a woman in her late thirties with a 
thin face and mousey brown hair. She watched Maisie enter the house 
and felt a strange spasm of sadness as Maisie waved goodbye. 

Emma drove back to her flat (a journey that took well over an 
hour), and on the way her thoughts were on Maisie. Such a sweet girl! 
she thought. When she got home, she found Charlotte in the front 
room watching a film by herself on the movie channel. "Hiya," she 
said wandering over to the kitchen to prepare a small dinner (she 
didn't feel hungry somehow). Then she went back and nestled against 
Charlotte. Charlotte was a little surprised, but responded by gently 
wrapping her arm around Emma's shoulders. 

Charlotte seemed much happier these days, Emma surmised. 
She knew that she had a new friend, but they never talked about it 
much. At first, Emma thought it was one of Sarah or Penelope who 
she'd known had been particularly interested in Charlotte, but it 
became fairly obvious that it was neither of them. Whoever it was, 
Emma didn't care. As long as her best friend was happy, that was all 
that mattered.  

Charlotte and Emma stayed enmeshed together in front of the 
television. Emma was engrossed in her thoughts but also concerned 
that Charlotte might think there was something wrong. At least 
Charlotte didn't try anything on like she used to do. In fact Charlotte's 
very lack of apparent sexual interest was the very reason that for the 
first time, the two girls went to the same bed and slept together all 
night with their naked bodies entwined.

Emma wondered whether it was because Harriett was away 
abroad, that she felt so empty these days. She'd received a regular 
flow of short letters and postcards from the different countries that 
Harriett was being filmed in. It was almost always a surprise to see yet 
another different postmark on the letter or very different country 
depicted on the front of a postcard. One week Uzbekistan, the next 
Slovakia and then maybe Kurdistan or the Kashmir. In all these places, 
Harriett would describe the sex scenes she'd been filmed in, what 
special friends she was now making love to and how much she missed 
Emma. The more passionately Harriett was making love and the more 
lovers she had, the more she appeared to miss Emma. She'd jogged 
round Hanoi naked (apparently a great sport in that naturist city). 
She'd swam naked in the Tigris. She'd made love to a transsexual in 
Detroit (famous for its sexual variety). It all sounded very exciting, 
and Emma was very conscious of not being part of it. 

Harriett's and Emma's lovers weren't visiting so often these 
days. Susan had come round, but seemed more interested in chatting to 
Charlotte, who was again out, than anything else. And, no, she 
wouldn't make love if she wasn't being watched. Penelope came 
occasionally, but extremely irregularly and always arrived 
unannounced. When Charlotte was in, she and Emma would spend 
time together, but what Emma wanted from Charlotte, and she 
emphasised it whenever hands wandered, was friendship not passion. 
They now always slept in the same bed, but Emma reasoned it was for 
the warmth and comfort of their bodies. She enjoyed Charlotte's 
accounts of Josephine's stories and was pleased that Charlotte had at 
last formed a true lasting lesbian relationship. She was surprised that it 
was one which involved very little of the penetration sex she'd 
enjoyed with Harriett, let alone bondage, anal or urination, but then 
Charlotte was a lesbian and Emma wasn't. 

Emma had got into the habit of taking Maisie home from work. 
In fact, she actually went considerably out of her way to be available 
to do so. But then, of course, you can't just leave a child to travel 
alone on public transport. You heard such stories! Emma shuddered to 
consider the idea of Maisie being involved in any form of child abuse. 
Some people (paedophiles or paederasts, she wasn't sure) are so 
disgusting! She enjoyed listening to Maisie's stories about school-life, 
the other cast on the set and her mother. She discovered for instance 
that the fifteen year old boy wasn't really interested in girls at all, let 
alone his "girlfriend", and was known to have a relationship with one 
of the male actors. Also, this "girlfriend" had slept with all the men on 
the cast and boasted about it. She would always say "I'm not yet 
sixteen but I've had more than sixteen good fucks!" 

Her mother was a teacher of Communications & Life Skills, 
English Language and Video Appreciation, and though apparently a 
very good teacher felt frustrated at her lack of career advancement. 
She had wanted to be an actress, but when she was young she failed 
audition after audition and was so thoroughly disenchanted that she 
opted for a career as a teacher instead. Also, Emma found out, her 
mother was very interested in her. "Why's that?" she wondered. 

"I suppose because I tell her about you," said Maisie. "She 
knows you're an important person on the set and she wonders why you 
take so much interest in me." 

"I just don't want to see you come to any harm going home 
from work." But Emma was aware that other people at Harlot TV 
had commented on Emma's friendship with the young girl. One 
colleague, who had several children herself, told her that it was 
Emma's maternal instinct. Emma didn't want to tell her that whatever 
it was, it wasn't a maternal feeling she had towards Maisie. What it 
was, she wasn't sure, but she spent rather a lot of time thinking about 
the girl. 

"Mummy would like to meet you, you know," commented 
Maisie. Emma felt a sudden rush to her throat, and in a slightly 
throttled voice she said "Is next time all right?" 

And indeed it was. And the next time that Emma drove Maisie 
home, she took the car up the drive and followed her into the house. 
Maisie's mother seemed startled at first and it took Emma a few 
minutes to realise that perhaps it was because the silly woman wasn't 
accustomed to women walking around with no clothes. Maisie went to 
her bedroom from whence, just seconds later, thundered some of the 
pop music she particularly liked which to Emma's ear sounded 
suspiciously like, if rather more lightweight than, the music she'd 
enjoyed at Maisie's age. Maisie's mother, Dorothy, smiled resignedly 
at Emma over her cup of coffee as if to suggest that she couldn't help 
Maisie's musical taste. 

Dorothy was a slim small breasted woman with a broad smile 
which clashed with weary eyes, which suggested a life of great 
disappointment. 

"Maisie's told me so much about you, Emma," she said.

Emma smiled. "And she about you..." 

"It's strange for me to entertain with such strong principles - in 
naturism and so on - working for sex television..." 

"It doesn't matter," smiled Emma, who'd heard this kind of 
thing before from other women. "I'm just doing a job. And one which 
allows me to be a naturist." 

Emma allowed herself to sink into a role which with the 
practice she'd gained with Harriett and her friends had somehow 
become easy for her, and that was to gradually steer conversation away 
from abstract notions towards sex. And so it was that before long, 
Emma and Dorothy were holding hands and looking at each other with 
obvious intent. Dorothy had never made love to a woman before, and 
Emma, in her practised way, reassured her that it didn't mean either 
that she was a lesbian or that they were in any way emotionally tied. 
"It's only fun. And harmless fun at that!" she explained. 

"Mummy!" Emma suddenly heard, and then felt Dorothy's 
hand disengage from hers. She looked round to see a naked Maisie 
standing at the doorway and smiling cheekily at the two of them. 
Dorothy was still fully clothed but her clothes were rather unruffled 
and her hair had fallen untidily onto her face. 

"What is it, dear?" 

"Just saying good night, Mummy," Maisie said, walking up to 
Dorothy and kissed her. Then in the same spirit, she kissed Emma on 
the lip, and disappeared off to bed. Dorothy smiled at Emma as she 
watched Maisie going upstairs to bed. 

"I think Maisie's a bit like you with regards to clothes," 
Dorothy said with a apologetic tinge to her voice.  

"And a very good attitude it is, too," laughed Emma, 
undressing Dorothy. 

Perhaps it wouldn't have happened like this if Harriett had 
never introduced Emma to sex, or perhaps if Harriett were here and 
not fucking in Burundi, but the result was that the following morning 
Emma and Dorothy were breakfasting together with Maisie after a 
night which for Dorothy had been a sexual adventure which she'd 
never experienced before. This need to explain herself wearied Emma 
somewhat who, after all, had heard it several times before from other 
women, and, to be honest, had felt rather distracted from exertion 
during the night. In fact, as she'd finally closed her eyes after Dorothy 
had finally given up stroking her clitoris, the abiding image in her 
mind was that of the naked Maisie framed in the doorway as she went 
to bed. It was with a tremor of excitement which almost upset Emma's 
cup of tea, she saw a naked Maisie enter the kitchen to join them for 
breakfast. "Oh! You're still here!" Maisie said to Emma. 

"Yes," said Emma, smiling as welcomingly and naturally as 
she could, but nonetheless suddenly aware that it was not just her 
relationship with Dorothy that had changed overnight, but that with 
Maisie had also changed irretrievably. "I'm still here!"



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