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Subject: {ASSM} Emma - Chapter Twenty Five {Bradley Stoke}
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Title: Emma
Author: Bradley Stoke
Part: Chapter 25 of 50
Keywords: exhib
Short Summary: Amna moves in to live with her Aunt.


Emma
====

Summary of whole novel
======================

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. 


For More : http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Bradley_Stoke/www


Previously
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Amna has been introduced to a career in the sex film industry by Susan.


Chapter Twenty Four
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Amna wasn't sure how she felt when she received her letter from 
Sextasy Stars telling her that she'd been successful in the audition and 
asking her when she could start coming in for rehearsals and script for 
the film. When she learnt that Susan had also been accepted for a rôle 
in the film, however, she decided, perhaps recklessly, that it was a 
well-paid job which she'd be really stupid not to accept even though it 
meant being extremely wary about giving her parents a good idea of 
what the job actually entailed. She also knew that she'd still be 
expected to work in the shop when time allowed; and this was a 
responsibility she'd not be able to shirk whatever other work she was 
doing.

However, the unsavoury nature of her work meant that she felt rather 
less happy about staying at home with her parents and continuing to 
share a bedroom with her two younger sisters. She'd actually resisted 
any suggestion of moving away from home before. It was much more 
secure than anywhere else and she liked the luxury of having her food 
prepared for her, her laundry cleaned for her and indeed everything 
else being done for her. On the other hand, she'd felt uneasy enough 
on just the audition coming home smelling so obviously of the smell 
of sex. She'd rushed straight into the shower and spent ages scrubbing 
off the evidence and worrying about the damage so recently done to 
her body. She felt around her vagina with an anxiety she'd never felt 
before for signs of worse damage than she'd originally anticipated. If 
she was to be coming home regularly with this kind of anxiety, how 
soon would it take her parents to realise that she wasn't working as a 
clerical temp in a small accounts' department? And how much 
opportunity did it give her mother to actually fulfil her well-meant 
promise to visit her at work to see how she was.

Her Aunt Salim was a good Muslim. She covered her hair in a head-
scarf and all her body was covered by a long discreet dress, which was 
not unstylish but designed more to hide than to flatter. Amna wasn't 
sure that Aunt Salim was the best person with whom to live, but her 
aunt had often made the offer, and now seemed the appropriate time to 
accept. She hoped that her aunt had been sincere in her promise that 
she just wanted company in her three-bedroom house and would leave 
Amna alone as much as possible. And anyway, despite her 
unambiguous religious devotion, she was very pleasant and easy-
going, making the effort to show interest in the sort of things that 
Amna enjoyed.

Aunt Salim was also a woman who seemed a little apart from the rest 
of Amna's extended family. She was quite a distant aunt (several 
times removed) and was in fact was not wholly Asian. Her mother or 
father had bequeathed her with paler skin, lighter brown hair and far 
more freckles than anyone else in the family. This alone constituted 
quite a severe differentness, but even now, in her early thirties, she 
hadn't got married and didn't even have a fiancé. She had quite a nice 
home, however, which she'd bought partly from family money, but 
mostly from her salary as a systems analyst in an insurance company. 
Quite clearly her employer was not one who expressed prejudice about 
employing Muslims.

Amna soon received permission from her parents who nonetheless 
expressed reluctance to see her leave the family nest, even if it was to 
live with someone in the family who could be relied on to provide a 
proper moral environment. However, Amna knew that, in truth, they 
were quite pleased to see her leave more room for her sisters and that 
her mother secretly looked forward to having one less child to have to 
look after. Aunt Salim picked Amna up in her modest car and assisted 
her in loading the bags in the boot.

Amna was soon shown her new room which provided much more 
space than she was used to, and a quite pleasant view across a leafy 
suburban street to the mock Tudor houses opposite. She spent quite 
some time unpacking her bags and putting her underwear and clothes 
in the appropriate drawers. She knew she was finished when she'd put 
up her last poster on the wall and the several framed photos of her 
parents, brothers and sisters on the available surfaces. She lay back on 
her bed contemplating her new room and thinking of her future in 
films. After appearing in Hot Asian Lovers with Susan, what 
next? She'd have so much money and be able to do the millions of 
things she'd always wanted to do and hadn't been able to afford. All 
she had to do was to put up with the discomfort of having men's 
engorged penises enter her and pretend to enjoy it.

After a while, she made her way down the narrow staircase to the 
living room where she could hear Aunt Salim watching television. 
What she didn't imagine she'd see was her aunt, who she had only 
seen totally covered, dressed in nothing more than expensive black 
silk underwear, knickers and bra. She was sitting on the sofa with her 
legs tucked up underneath her, her bushy hair cascading free over her 
shoulders. Aunt Salim greeted her with a smile and no comment and 
the two of them continued to watch the television programs that were 
on.

Amna soon came to understand that her aunt habitually spent her time 
at home dressed only in underwear: perhaps as a compensation for 
being so hidden the rest of the time and as a result the temperature of 
the house was kept somewhat higher than Amna was used to at her 
parents' flat. It seemed that besides her heavy unexciting outdoor 
clothes, she really owned nothing more in the way of clothing than an 
extensive wardrobe of comfortable and generally silky lingerie. She 
didn't consider it at all unusual, (although she'd clearly not advertised 
her preference to the rest of  Amna's family) an impression reinforced 
by the fact that whenever Aunt Salim was entertaining her women 
friends, they too dispensed with all clothes bar their underwear. And 
quite a few of these women were such very devout Muslims. 

Uncovered by her clothes, Aunt Salim had a very attractive body. She 
was slim, with a less pronounced figure than Amna's very obvious 
bell-shape. She had a flat stomach and taut muscles in the arms which 
gave evidence to the efforts she took to keep her body in good form. 
Like most of her friends, Amna found it funny that she put so much 
effort into her appearance and yet had not got married. Nor did she 
ever show any ambition in that direction.

After a while, and with no prompting from her aunt, Amna herself 
started wearing only underwear around the house. It was quite a 
liberating feeling for her, although she didn't have the range or quality 
of lingerie of her aunt. In fact all her underwear was made of quite 
cheap nylon and cotton in colours and designs more fun than elegant. 
Of more note was the fact that the knickers did not succeed at all in 
hiding her bush of pubic hair at the top of her thighs or above their 
waist-line. Even her bra did a less than perfect job of restraining her 
breasts and on more than one occasion she'd found that a bosom had 
worked its way loose and was freely on view. When this happened she 
embarrassedly struggled to restrain her still-growing assets inside bras 
purchased when she'd had somewhat more modest requirements. Aunt 
Salim made no signs of ever having noticed, and indeed made very 
little sign ever of noticing the way her niece was now dressing. She 
gave no signs of either approval or disapproval, and never appeared at 
all aware of any aspect of Amna's appearance. 

Most of the time, the aunt and niece would sit around in the living 
room either watching television or reading books, and it was only 
occasionally that Amna felt the need to spend time by herself in her 
own so spacious bedroom. She concluded that living with her aunt 
wasn't such a bad move at all: she felt much more free and 
comfortable than she'd ever done surrounded by her immediate 
family. 





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