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Subject: {ASSM} Bi High 3 ch.10 by Rebecca Stancil (mmf, romance, teen)
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Bi High Book 3
by High School Sweetheart

Part 10


"Where are you going?" Mark asked Bryce, who'd brought us back to the
hostel.

"The room next to yours," Bryce said, climbing the stairs with us. "It
was available."

"Derek and Elsa," Chris said and I frowned at that.

"We didn't even get to say goodbye," I said.

"Well, we sorta did," Chris offered me a little smile.

"Maybe German's aren't real big on saying goodbye," Mark said, but I
knew we'd all liked to have seen them one last time before they left
for Montreal.

"Maybe," I sighed and that's the way it is sometimes. You don't always
get the closure you want from life and I dearly hoped we would see our
friends again.

"See you kids in the morning," Bryce said as we went into our room and
we didn't really answer him. I think we were just glad he wasn't
sleeping in the hallway or something, like guarding our door.

"I love your hair," I said, lying on my side between Mark and Chris
later. "God, what did she do to it?"

"I don't know," Chris was on his side too, looking at me. "It took
forever though."

"Feel that," I turned my face and Mark was right there. "It's like
cashmere or something."

"Heh," Chris giggled and rolled his eyes as Mark reached over me,
petting the other boy gently.

"Isn't it?" I asked.

"Yeah," Mark agreed and I could feel him hard against me. They both
were as we lay there naked.

"You don't think it's kinda...Girlish?" Chris asked us, but especially
Mark as they looked at each other.

"No, not at all," Mark said, moving his hand to Chrissy's cheek.

Mark's thumb found the boy's mouth, moving over Chris' lips slowly,
pulling at the bottom on so that Chrissy's mouth opened and then he
was sucking Mark's thumb. I just watched them play like that, Chris
working his tongue around Mark's thumb like it was a cock and I was so
close to him that I could hear it and see the movement in his cheeks.

I brought my own mouth closer to Chris and after half a minute Mark
let me have him, my tongue replacing Mark's thumb and we kissed
lazily, just slow and deep like we had all the time in the world. I
felt Mark lifting my leg, making room as he adjusted his body to mine
and he was pushing his cock inside my too small pussy slowly, just the
head stretching me at first, then more and deeper as Mark fucked me
slowly. I moaned and moved with him, unable to do anything else. I was
opening for him quickly, already wet inside and it just felt good when
Mark's big cock found the bottom of my sex with an electric jolt that
made me shiver.

Chris pulled his mouth from mine, kissing my cheek and along my jaw,
up to my ear and he was whispering, telling me how much he loved me.
Mark was there too and I turned my head just enough so I could see
them kiss. Mark reached over me and clutched at Chris, digging his
strong fingers into the other boys back and pulling him tightly
against me. I was trapped between them, happy and content, feeling
Chrissy's stiff manhood pressed between his stomach and mine.

We found ourselves kissing all at once a moment later, Mark and Chris
facing each other and me beneath and between them, extending my tongue
to find theirs. It was an open kiss, playful and deliberate as our
three tongues slide over and under each other, wriggling and tickling
and now and then one of us would turn to kiss someone else deeply.
Chris found my mouth and then Mark had me and then the two boys. We
went at it like that all the while Mark fucked me, making love to me
as slowly as he could, resisting the urge to take me as hard and fast
as he desired.

Even so, Mark was getting close and before he could cum inside me, he
pulled himself out. It was Chrissy's turn and I had my leg over his
thighs, nodding and smiling and catching my breath when he filled the
hole Mark had left. They were going to do this as long as they could,
my two lovers, taking turns with their hard cocks fucking me until
they were ready to cum. It could go on for hours and it did and my own
orgasms didn't wait for theirs. I was being loved completely and they
were spoiling me, making me forget about everything else. There was
only us in that bed and the world outside didn't exist.

Only after I was exhausted and giggling and wet with tears, begging
Chris to cum inside me finally and let me feel him in my womb, did my
boyfriends relent. Chris stayed inside me, kissing me hard as he
thrust quickly now, rocking my body against Mark who was holding me
tight. My pussy burned and I wanted his sperm inside me. My feverish
mind surrendering to the fantasy of being filled and impregnated
finally, of witnessing the miracle only the men I loved could give
me.

When Chris came I felt it, the warmth of his seed spreading through me
and he was so beautiful with his blue eyes open and staring into mine.
I was cumming too and then kissing and then smiling. We whispered and
kissed and just looked at each other while the rapid pulsing of his
cock slowed and finally stopped altogether. I held him there for
another minute, refusing to let Chris pull out until my orgasm was
finished and I could breathe again.

Mark took me once more as soon as Chris pulled out of me. His cock
driving into the spermy confines of my cunt. He was bathing in
Chrissy's orgasm, in our combined juices and mixing it all up inside
me. I imagined he was pushing the other boy deeper, the two of them
working in concert now to make me pregnant and that was bringing me
off again. I turned my head to find Mark, needing his kiss, wanting
his tongue to fill my mouth the way his cock filled my pussy. He was
going to cum quickly, adding his own sperm to Chrissy's, filling me
completely as they vied for my eggs. I was cumming hard and my
clasping sex trembled around Mark's cock until he joined me.

I was filled with them completely, my two boyfriends, my lovers. They
completed me and I could barely remember a time when I didn't have the
both of them. Mark had been right, he was always right, but even he
hadn't imagined how much we would fall in love with Chris. How badly
we would need him. I pulled Chris to Mark, wanting to see them kiss
while Mark was cumming inside me. We were joined then, all three of us
and it was perfect. Nothing else mattered.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Mark had called Frannie as we'd promised and we had an appointment
with her at three o'clock. Their offices weren't far, being located in
Manhatten, and we were a little surprised that Frannie had sent a car
for us. A big one.

"This is weird," Chris said and he was sitting across from me because
the backseat of the limousine was like that. It was soft and quiet and
comfortable.

"Want to watch some TV?" I giggled nervously because I'd never been in
a limo before in my life.

"It would be faster to walk," Mark said and we weren't going very
fast.

"There's a phone too," I said. "Do you think they'd get mad if I
called my mom? She'd never believe this."

"Heh," Mark grinned at me and he was trying to act unimpressed, I
thought, but I caught him rubbing the corner of his jaw and he did
that when he was nervous sometimes.

"You should call Stacy Martin," Chris suggested and I gasped happily
at that idea.

"Oh yeah! I could call the school," I laughed. "Tell them were gonna
be late cause our limo is stuck in traffic."

"You think Frannie saw our pictures yet?" Chris wondered.

"I don't know," Mark shrugged. "For fifteen hundred bucks or whatever,
I bet she didn't want to wait."

"I wonder if she liked them," I leaned back in the seat and it was
like sitting in butter, sorta, except not as messy. I was going a
little crazy.

"Ms. McClaren saw them," Bryce answered and he was sitting next to
Chris. "She liked them too."

"How do you know?" Mark asked.

"If she didn't, you'd be riding a taxi right now," Bryce chuckled. "Or
more likely, sitting in your room and wondering what to do next."

"Oh," I licked my lips and I guess that made sense. A limousine had to
be a good sign, right?

"She wants you," Bryce decided.

"You say so, man," Chris sighed, but like all of us he was probably
afraid to hope for too much good news.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Frannie's office was near the top of a rather tall building surrounded
by a lot of other tall building, but she did have a nice view of the
city even so. It made me feel pretty tiny and I swallowed hard as her
secretary showed us inside. The room was big too, large enough for not
only Frannie's big desk and some chairs in front of it, but a whole
living room set too. A big sofa and large chairs, coffee table and all
that stuff. She had pictures on the wall, of models and famous people
and magazine covers and awards and I didn't know what all.

I pretty much decided I was in the wrong place. Frannie didn't think
so, however, and she greeted us warmly.

"I want you," she smiled and we were sitting in her living room.

Chris, Mark and myself on the sofa, Frannie across from us. Her
assistant was there as well, sitting to our left and she wasn't the
secretary; that woman had just opened the door for us and asked if we
wanted anything to drink before leaving us.

"You photograph beautifully, all of you," Frannie continued as we
looked through some 8x10 photos of ourselves that Sophie, her
assistant, had produced from a leather satchel, like a soft briefcase.

"These are great," Sophie said and she liked to smile. She was young
and pretty, with little round glasses that made her look smart. "The
three of you together are fantastic. You're gorgeous; everyone thinks
so."

"Okay," Mark said for us and we were just looking at each other and
not used to being called fantastic or gorgeous or whatever. We didn't
know what to say.

"So what we have are some contracts..." Frannie looked at Sophie and the
woman was pulling out a thick wad of paper. "...There's one for each of
you."

Sophie smiled at me as she gave me mine and I just blinked at it.
There were like twenty pages to it and the type was small. It wasn't
like there were any blanks either, not even filled in blanks, it was a
document just for me, if that makes sense, and I was wondering if I
was supposed to read through the whole thing, or what. I guess so,
because Mark was already turning a page and Frannie didn't seem to
mind. She just sat back with her legs crossed, sipping a cup of tea.

"Um, we agree to model exclusively for three years?" Chris brushed his
hair back from his forehead as he looked up. "What if we don't like
modeling or whatever?"

"It doesn't mean you have to model for three years," Sophie explained.
"Only that if you do model it will only be for this agency."

"Models are an investment," Frannie said. "We have to spend money on
you so that you make money for us. It's a business and to protect
ourselves we have to make certain stipulations, one of them is that
you won't take our investment and make money for someone else."

"Okay," Chris nodded. "But like, we can quit if we want, right?"

Sophie kind of smiled at that and maybe it was because she'd never
heard of someone who wanted to quit being a model, I don't know.

"You can quit," Sophie said. "This is just a general contract between
you and the agency to accept work. A lot of the work you do, like say
a fashion shoot for a magazine, will require a specific contract and
if you agree to the assignment, then yeah...Basically you have to do the
work or you could be sued for breach of contract."

"Shoot," I giggled and I hadn't even got past the first page. "I don't
understand this stuff."

"Nobody does, dear," Frannie laughed lightly. "Go to page..."

"Seven," Sophie said and we did that with little looks and shrugs.

"Pay schedule?" Chris said and I was just looking at the numbers,
feeling suddenly very dizzy.

"It's five hundred thousand," Sophie said. "As you can see, we're
offering one hundred forty thousand upon acceptance of the contract
and the balance paid in monthly installments of ten thousand dollars
over the life of the contract, thirty-six months."

"The one forty is contingent upon fulfilling at least one full year of
the contract," Frannie said. "If you decide you don't want to be a
model six months from now, you'll have to repay the full amount."

"You can't take the money and quit tomorrow," Sophie smiled at us and
I just stared at her.

"This is for all of us?" I asked her. "Or just...Me?"

"For each of you," Sophie said, maybe wondering why I didn't
understand that. "You all have separate contracts with Ford."

"Right," Mark was smiling. "Look, we don't know anything about this
stuff. Do we have to live here or what? We're still in high school
and..."

"We'd prefer it if you lived here," Frannie nodded. "Obviously there
are a lot of details we need to work out, but we're used to that."

"There are a number of good schools for people like you..." Sophie
started saying.

"Like us?" Chris almost laughed.

"People like you, yes," Frannie said seriously. "Things are going to
change for you and some of those changes will be drastic and
difficult, others not so much."

We just looked at each other and down at the contracts and none of us
knew what to say or do. The idea of being paid half a million dollars
was making my stomach hurt because I didn't understand how a picture
of me, a thousand pictures, could be worth that much to anyone.

"Do we have to sign these now?" Mark asked.

"I have to call my parents," I said.

"No, good heavens!" Frannie laughed. "Don't sign anything. Sophie has
a list of agents..."

"There's six of them here," Sophie said, sliding a sheet of paper
across the table. "They're all very good and they all represent a
number of our models. Call their offices and they'll be very happy to
talk with you, believe me."

"Visit all of them before you decide," Frannie advised us. "Pick the
one you're most comfortable with, or you can find someone else, it's
entirely up to you."

"Once you have an agent, we'll negotiate with him on your contracts,"
Sophie said. "We require that all of our models have representation."

"It's good for everyone concerned," Frannie said and she was looking
at her watch. "I'm afraid you'll excuse me, I'm already late for a
meeting. Sophie will take care of you and you have my number. Don't be
afraid to use it if you have questions."

As the woman stood up, so did all of us and Frannie shook our hands
with both of hers, telling us how happy she was that we were joining
the family, as she called it.

"I understand you might be on..." Sophie's face took on an apologetic
look as she spoke to Chris, "...limited funds?"

"Huh? Oh, um..." Chris glanced at Mark.

"We're okay," Mark said.

"Well, if it's alright with you, I'd like to make arrangements for you
to stay at a hotel," Sophie said and she was trying hard not embarrass
us. "The Hyatt is convenient, close to Central Park and our offices
here."

"Oh, no, that's..." Chris was shaking his head.

"We want you to be comfortable and you have some important decisions
to make," Sophie said. "And truthfully, it would make us feel better
if we can take care of you."

"Take care of us?" I asked with a little smile.

"We take care of our models," Sophie smiled back at me. "You'll have
to get used to it, so why not start now?"

"Well, I guess if we have to," Chris laughed and Mark shrugged.

"Good, I'll let Bryce know," Sophie said. "Is he working out?"

"I guess," Chris answered, but we weren't sure what she meant.

"Great," Sophie was gathering her things off the coffee table. "I
guess were done for now. Would you like to look around? I can give you
a little tour, or if you want to get to your hotel..."

"Uh, I think we just really need to think," Mark chuckled and Chris
and I both agreed with that.

"Alright," Sophie nodded. "Here's my card and my home and cel numbers
on the back. Frannie gets real busy, so..."

"So call you before calling her?" Mark asked and the woman nodded.

"I'd appreciate it," she said. "If you need anything, anytime, just
call me."

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"I need to wake up," I said. "God! I must be dreaming."

"No doubt," Chris said and he was sitting next to me as we made our
way to the Hyatt Regency in the back of the limousine.

"Five hundred thousand," Mark said and he was looking through his
contract. "I don't even know what half of these words mean."

"Well, you can afford a good dictionary," Chris grinned at him.

"What we need is a good lawyer," Mark sighed and he looked at Bryce.
"You sure about that emancipation thing?"

"Look at me," the black man chuckled. "You think I'd lie about
something like that?"

"So we can stay here if we want to," Chris said. "My parents can't
make me go home?"

"As long as you have a place to live and a means of support," Bryce
agreed. "You get your petition in front of a judge; he looks at it and
gives it a big rubber stamp."

"Oh, so it's not like automatic," Chris frowned.

"Ain't nothing automatic in this life," Bryce said. "But if you're
pulling down ten grand a month, you're free."

"I don't want to be free," I said and I understood Chris' interest.

I wouldn't want to go back to his parents either if there was some way
out of it. But I was missing mine and I didn't want to live in New
York City and go to some school for people like us, whoever we were. I
wanted to go back home and finish school and get married and live
happily ever after. Five hundred thousand dollars would buy a lot of
happiness though, no matter what people said. That was a farm all by
itself and we'd have three times that much. It was college for our
kids and freedom from a lot of the worries that other people suffered.
It was freedom for Chris from his parents.

Could I really say no to that? Would it be selfish of me? I wanted us
to be happy, but like the spoiled girl I was, I wanted it right now.
Three years wasn't a long time. I'd be nineteen then, the same as
Chris. Mark would only be twenty. We couldn't even get into a bar and
we'd be set for life. But three years did seem like a long time if I
had to stay here, in this city. I needed my family close by, the same
as Mark did. We couldn't survive without them.

"What's wrong?" Chris asked me, reaching my leg and rubbing me.

"I don't know," I said. "I just...I don't want to live here for three
years, you know?"

"I'm sure you can go home," Chris said. "I mean, it's not the army. We
can go home every week probably, it's not like we live a long ways
away."

"Yeah," I sighed, but it wouldn't be the same thing as living there
either.

"I don't know," Mark said. "We might like it here after awhile. We can
get season tickets for the Yankees."

"Heh!" Chris grinned at that. "Get your mom down here for some
shopping?"

"Hell yeah," Mark laughed. "You guys only have two years of high
school left, that won't be bad."

"You really want to be a model, huh?" I looked at Mark.

"Me?" he shook his head. "I want to buy a farm. If they want to pay me
for saying cheese all day, I'll do it."

"Jason would slap you silly if you ever said cheese," Chris grinned
and I giggled at that, knowing it was probably true.

"We could be together here," Mark said and he was suddenly serious.

"What?" Chris tilted his head slightly.

"That's what I was thinking about," Mark said. "Some of it. Like back
home, me and you? It won't be easy."

"I don't care," Chris said.

"I don't either," Mark told him. "But I'm just saying, people are
going to know and even if they don't, I'm not gonna pretend like I
don't love you."

I glanced at Bryce and he was looking out the window.

"Look," Chris leaned forward, just like Mark did so that they were
looking into each others' eyes. "This is real easy for me. I don't
have anything to go back to except you and Stephanie, you know?"

"Yeah," Mark nodded.

"I grew up in the city, not a big one, but a city, so this is fine for
me. I like it, but we have to think about Steph too." Chris said.

"I'm thinking about her," Mark said. "I'm always thinking about you
guys and people are gonna talk about her too. It's not just me and
you, I know that."

"Okay," Chris said. "I just want to make sure, you know? If she's not
happy, we're not gonna be happy either."

"Yeah, I know," Mark said.

"I'm still right here," I said, since they were talking about me like
I wasn't there.

"So I'll do whatever you guys want," Chris said to Mark, ignoring me.

"I'll do whatever you guys want too," Mark agreed.

"So..." I was staring at them and Chris was nodding.

"So, we'll do whatever Stephy wants, right?" Mark asked Chris and then
they both looked at me.

"What?" I shook my head. "You can't make me decide."

"You have to," Chris said. "Mark and me will do whatever you want."

"Mark and I," Mark said with a smile, but I wasn't biting.

"I can't decide that," I said. "I don't know what I want. I want to do
what you guys want."

"Well, we can't all do that," Chris grinned.

"Someone has to make a decision," Mark I agreed. "I vote for Steph."

"Me too," Chris held up his hand. "Majority rules. You're the
President."

"God! I hate you guys sometimes," I crossed my arms and sat back in
the seat.

"Hmmm..." Chris frowned and Mark shrugged and we hadn't decided on
anything except that all of us were afraid of deciding.


cont>>>>

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