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Veronique's Persuasion Ch. 01

By: SilkenLace



I sometimes think that the events overtook me somewhere along the line. What I mean is I got into a conversation with a beautiful neighbour about personal debt and low pay and what to do about it. Veronique, my neighbour, gave me a business card for an agent; this turned out to be her agent too. She reached over and touched my hair and said , 'Anita, you could easily make money out of your beauty.' I blushed but she continued, 'You're stunning and you have all the right assets. I'm surprised you don't already have an agent to promote you.' I blushed even more.

Somewhere in that conversation she mentioned that she regularly made £250 a day. That, to me, was terrific money; especially as I was working part-time in a boutique for £100 a week. I left school at the age of 18 with good exam results but missed out on university. Three years later I got married. Fast forward six years and at the age of 27 I found myself divorced with two children and depending on government financial aid, on top of my paltry pay, to keep us afloat in a small two-bedroom apartment. So £250 a day? Yeah, that was a dream!

When I had put the children to sleep that same night I was surprised to answer a knock on the door and find Veronique there with a bottle of wine in her hands. 'I've come to persuade you,' she smiled.

And let me tell you, Veronique can be very persuasive as I found out. She is a beautiful, petite, 30 year old French woman who lives alone on the same floor in our complex of 24 apartments. I often wondered what her job was as she always seemed so fit and happy and elegant. She had lovely dark brown eyes and shoulder length strawberry-blonde hair. She always appeared tanned and was never without a mini skirt that complemented her legs or a blouse that highlighted her firm bust. But more than that – her personality was captivating. She was so totally feminine; a woman's woman.

While we sat on the sofa we made small talk over two glasses of the Chablis. She told me that she had never married but had a few boyfriends in her day, back in Lyon. She had come to London with a friend and they had tried various jobs. One day they saw an advert for a modelling agent's search for new talent. They got an interview and did an audition but her friend went off the idea and she eventually returned to France. I told her about my marriage and my philandering husband and what it felt like to find out that one of my best friends was sleeping with him. She asked if that had put me off men and I merely shrugged and asked her about the job she was doing for £250 a day.

Veronique smiled, 'It's not exactly a job as such. It's what I would describe as realistic acting and some posing and it is very enjoyable.'

At this point I have to say we were both tipsy with the wine and we were sitting sideways on the sofa with our legs curled up under us. Several times, as if to emphasize a point she was making, she touched my knee and thigh. I felt very relaxed with her and began to notice certain physical attributes: the lines on her pink lips; perfect teeth; the toned shape of her breasts and the outline of a lacy bra; the healthy tan of her thighs. And I had no idea why I was noticing these things.

Again she leaned forward a little and stroked my hair. 'You should definitely consider talking to my agent, Anita. You are such a beautiful woman.'

I broke the moment by refilling our glasses with the remainder of the wine. 'But what exactly do you do?'

'Some lingerie stuff but mostly erotic videos and films,' she said without hesitation.

I almost choked on the wine. 'What? You are joking, aren't you?' She smiled and took a sip of the wine. 

'You act in porno movies?' I said.

'Oh, how I hate that term. I don't see it as porno. To me it's erotica, very sensual and very enjoyable.'

'I couldn't do that,' I said. I felt disappointed as I saw the £250 slipping like sand through my fingers.

'Well, you could still do the lingerie modelling. It doesn't pay as much but it's still better than what you're earning at the moment, Anita.'

'Hm,' was all I could muster.

'And do you want to know something?' she continued. 'When the agent first told me what the work entailed I felt the same way as you do now. I actually spoke to her three times before I even looked at a sample of the work.'

We changed the subject and chatted a bit more. Before she left she gave me a quick hug and asked me if I fancied lunch on Friday. I agreed as Friday was the day when my parents took the children for most of the day so I could get some time to myself if necessary.

∞

We met, as pre-arranged, in the shopping centre and headed to a small restaurant on the third floor. Veronique looked stunning and I could see many people eyeing her up. If I am honest I did feel a little jealous. We sat at a small round table in a corner and gave our order to the waitress.

'You look stunning,' I said.

'Oh thank you,' she smiled. 'I was doing a photo shoot this morning and so I still have the makeup. And here, I got this for you.' She handed me a scarlet red carrier bag.

I was puzzled and looked at her. 'Go on, take it,' she laughed.

As I took the bag and looked inside my eyes opened wide. It was obviously underwear and stockings because I could see a jumble of black nylon and blue satin edged with black lace.

'I'm sorry it's all in the same bag like that but that's the way it was given to me,' Veronique said.

'Er, no, it's alright. I mean thank you, Veronique, you, er, shouldn't have. But thank you.'

'It's what I was photographed in this morning,' she smiled when she saw my frown. 'But don't worry, they're clean. I did think they were really lovely and so sexy and I thought they'd be perfect for you, Anita. I hope that's alright.'

I nodded and thanked her again. I did, however, think it odd that she had just given me a lingerie set which she had worn as if it was perfectly normal to do so but I put this down to her being French.

We had a nice lunch of open sandwiches and coffee and we chatted like very close friends. Even in the restaurant Veronique had a habit of touching which again I thought was a French thing. Quite frequently she would touch my fingers or hand or my knee under the table.

After lunch we strolled back to our apartments and I asked her, by way of conversation, if the photographer, in the morning, had been good-looking. Veronique smiled and took my arm. 'She wasn't bad looking I would say.'

'Oh, I didn't imagine it would be a woman,' I said, feeling a little stupid.

'No, all the people on the shoots and in the videos are female. I work only for an all-female company. So everyone from the producer down to the make-up is a woman.'

I suppose I hesitated before asking. 'And the videos themselves? I mean, you know.....'

'The videos I do are girl-on-girl. Sometimes girl-on-girl-on-girl.' She gave a little laugh. 'And the photo shoots are only lingerie and some nude.'

I would have liked to ask if she was a lesbian but I didn't really know how to broach the subject without appearing to be judgemental. And in any case we were back at the apartment complex by this stage. Outside my door I thanked her for a lovely lunch and for the present and she said something in French as she gave me a hug. Just as she was releasing the hug she went to give me a peck on the cheek but changed her mind mere centimetres from my face. I could smell her perfume. Her hand came up to the back of my head and she leaned in, bringing her lips to mine. But only briefly; very briefly. She walked to her door leaving me quite stunned.

When I entered my apartment I stood with my back to the closed door. I realised that I was shaking and feeling a little confused. I ran the tip of my tongue across my lips. There was no doubt that Veronique was a beautiful, sexy woman. There was no doubt either that she could turn anyone's head. Yet the confusion was this: I enjoyed very much being in her company; it did my ego good. But what was happening between us? Or perhaps I should ask what was she expecting of me? I mean the underwear, the kiss ....

A glance at my watch told me that I had just over an hour before my parents brought back the children. I went into the bedroom and put the carrier bag on the bed. I must have stood there for minutes staring at it, deciding what to do. Should I throw it in the rubbish bin? Should I return it to Veronique? Should I ...?

I upended the contents onto the bed and could tell immediately that these were expensive, alluring items; like nothing I had ever worn. Veronique had said that she was often presented with the lingerie after shoots and she would then have worn them later in videos. All girl videos. I reached out and touched the stockings. They felt so light and silky; 10 denier no doubt.

I didn't know why I was doing it but I began to unzip my skirt and let it fall around my ankles. I eased my top off and left it on the bed. I turned round and looked at myself in the full length wardrobe mirror. The white cotton briefs and bra I usually wear seemed .... Comfortable; I couldn't think of a better word than that. They weren't very flattering and I couldn't imagine Veronique wearing them. I wondered how my body would compare to hers.

I slipped the briefs down my legs and unhooked the bra. Again I looked at myself in the mirror and thought that my body was ok, still shapely, no sign of fat or sag. Could it compare to Veronique's? 

With a start I realised that there was tingling sensation between my legs; the same sensation I got sometimes when I watched a sexy movie late at night. But there was no movie playing at that moment. Only me, naked, in front of a mirror with Veronique's lingerie awaiting me.

I took her bra and slipped it on and hooked the back up. It felt luxurious, with the satin straps and lace edging and was almost a perfect fit. I could feel my nipples reacting to the coolness of the material. Then I took the thong and stepped into it and eased it up my legs and thighs. I smoothed the satin over my mound and adjusted the elastic and satin strip between the cheeks of my bottom. It had been so long since I'd worn a thong that I'd forgotten the feeling of the intrusion between my cheeks. I sat on the bed and slowly rolled the sheer black stockings up my leg. At the top there was about 10 centimetres of lace. Finally I put the black lace suspender belt around my waist and hooked it up. I had to swivel it round until I was able to join the elastic straps to the stocking tops; two on each leg.

I stood and looked at myself in the mirror. I had the sensation that I was looking at someone else. It looked stunning on me. I looked stunning in it. The feel of the satin and lace made me feel very sexy. I wondered how Veronique felt when she was wearing it. And I had the somewhat disquieting thought of how she might have looked in one of her shoots. 

Almost as if my body had a mind of its own the mirror began to reflect what I imagined were sexy poses – pouting, pushing my chest out, hands holding my hair up, legs apart .... Was that all I needed to do to earn some good money?

I was admiring my backside in the mirror when there was a knock on the door. I knew from the pattern of the knock that it was my parents. So realising that I had no time to change my underwear I quickly put my top and skirt back on and slipped on my high heels.

'Mammy, you look nice,' said Carrie, my five year old daughter. 'Can we stay at Granny's? She said we can.'

I raised my eyebrows at my parents by way of seeking clarification.

'We were thinking of heading down to the caravan, come back on Sunday. Be nice to have them,' said my father.

'They like it down there,' added my mother.

'Yeah, they do.' I could hear the shouts of anticipation from their bedroom where it seemed they were already filling an overnight bag with clothes and toys – mostly toys, I suspected. 'Thank you,' I said to my mum.

While they were drinking tea and I was checking the contents of the children's bag my father asked if there were any changes in my job. I think he expected me to be offered the post of manager.

'You should get something better,' chirped in my mum.

Before I put my brain into gear I said, 'Oh, I might have something. I had an interview today in fact for a modelling job ....'

'Modelling?' 

'Yeah, very good money. So I can take the children on a proper holiday this year. And .... I need to reward two other people for doing everything for me.' I pointed at them.

My mother blushed and my father said, 'We love doing our bit so there's no need for reward.'

'Every need,' I said.

Less than an hour later I stood alone in the apartment, not sure exactly what to do. I berated myself for saying that I had the modelling job. First of all, I didn't have it and, secondly, I still felt unsure about going down that road. I went and looked at my reflection in the mirror but there were no answers there.

I took off my skirt and top and replaced them with a low cleavage, dark blue cotton dress which I'd bought in the sale at the boutique. It buttoned down the front and came to about four inches above the knees. I didn't know what I was expecting but it didn't help me find any answers either. I sat on the bed and pondered my predicament: I had the possibility of earning good money but it would mean doing something I would never have dreamt of doing and something that would likely give me palpitations. I tried some more poses in the mirror – raising my dress to show the suspenders and thong, running my hands over my breasts and down to my thighs. I sighed deeply.

'Fuck it!' I said and walked out the door.

I almost didn't ring the bell on Veronique's door; it took me three attempts. When she opened the door she was wearing a short dressing gown, lightly belted. She looked at me in my dress and mouthed, 'Wow.'

Ten minutes later I was explaining my confusion over whether or not I could undress and pose in and out of my underwear. She listened attentively and took my hand.

'Anita, nobody will make you do anything you don't want to do. And believe me, I do understand your confusion.'

'You know, I was trying out different poses in front of the mirror before I came over here and .... I don't know.'

She looked me in the eye for a moment then gave my leg a quick squeeze before she went over to a laptop on the table. 'I'm going to have a quick shower, Anita, but I want you to have a look at this website.' She hit some keys and brought the laptop over to me. She pointed to a search window at the top of the screen.

'Just type in Claudette here. That's the name I use when I do the shoots or the videos.'

My eyes followed her as she went into the bathroom and closed the door. Then I focused my attention on the screen which displayed the title of the website: lanazusak.com. This was obviously where Veronique showed herself to the world. There was a large image of two beautiful girls kissing and several buttons directing the viewer to areas such as photos, videos, movies, blog and so on.

I could hear the shower working in the bathroom and, for some reason, I became very aware of the thong between the cheeks of my bottom and the suspenders pulling gently on the stockings that I wore.

In the little window indicated by Veronique I typed in Claudette. I had to do it twice as the first time I misspelled it. Another window opened with options for photos, videos, movies and blog. I clicked on the first one: photos. Two seconds later a further window opened with dozens of thumbnails, each one undoubtedly showing an image of Veronique. I clicked on the first thumbnail and immediately a new window opened.

I sat there, transfixed by the small images of Veronique. There was a progression from fully clothed to nude yet everything seemed to be nicely done; highly erotic but not smutty or crude. I clicked on the first small photo and it instantly changed to a large HD portrait. She looked absolutely gorgeous and natural in a black mini skirt, black nylons and cream blouse. I looked over my shoulder to see if the bathroom door was still closed before I selected another thumbnail, this time showing her in her lingerie. It was perhaps the most erotic photograph I'd ever seen of a woman. The lingerie was beautiful – cream-coloured silk with pink lace, pink lace suspender belt attached to black stockings. This was another HD image so I had to scroll up and down to see everything but it was mostly her panties that got my attention.

Two things happened which surprised me. Firstly I realised that my nipples were beginning to stiffen inside my bra and secondly my breathing had changed; I had to release the breath that I was holding in. Obviously the reason for my surprise was that I'd more or less gone off sex during the last few years and I'd never considered looking at another woman in a sexual way. Of course I could look at Halle Berry or Penelope Cruz in a film and think they were very beautiful. But, here, I was looking at the photos of Veronique in a different way. And, I also realised, I wanted to see more.

I heard the shower being turned off and the cubicle sliding open. I'd wanted to have a look at Veronique's last few photos, posing provocatively without any clothes, but I knew that would just look plain odd if she saw me. I went back to the initial thumbnails and quickly looked at the variety available and saw that there were17 photos, 46 videos and just 8 films. I hit the back button to bring me to the start page where I had entered Claudette's name. Silently I mouthed the name, Claudette.

The bathroom door opened and I turned round, embarrassingly aware that my nipples were erect and now my clitoris had awoken. She was wearing only a deep pink lace bra and matching panties.

'Well? What do you think?' 

I think I was blushing enough to match the colour of her underwear. 'Er ....'

She smiled and came and sat next to me on the sofa. 'Do you think you could do something like that for the money?'

My mouth had gone dry so I dumbly nodded.

'You would be sensational, Anita. I just know it. And you will love it too, I promise you.'

She looked from my eyes down to my chest. I have to explain that my nipples are super sensitive and when aroused can become hard points around two centimetres long. They were a dead giveaway.

'Do you want to look at the site some more?' Her voice had become huskier I imagined. 

She moved closer, so close her leg was touching my stockings. I could clearly smell the soap and shampoo she had used in the shower. She put her hand under the laptop and the back of her fingers were touching my thigh. I must have tensed slightly just as she clicked on the thumbnail for videos.

'Er, I'm sorry. Can we just talk a minute?' My voice must have betrayed my nerves.

She smiled at me and said, 'Of course we can.' 

At the same time she took the laptop from me and set it next to her. She was still so close I could feel the heat from her. And she probably felt the same from me.

It hit me then that I felt very attracted to this woman. She was very beautiful, as I've said, even without her makeup. And incredibly sexy. I'd heard a friend of mine once say there were certain women who could have turned her bi. I'd never felt that until now. But this was insane, I mean .....

She put her hand lightly on my knee and asked if I'd like some wine. I shook my head.

There was a pause before Veronique asked, 'The website hasn't put you off, has it?'

'No,' I said. 'I mean, I've already told my parents I'd got a job modelling .....'

'Underwear?'

'No,' I laughed. 'And the money sounds great.' I paused again, not really knowing where I was heading myself.

'Did you like the photos of me?'

I looked into her eyes and nodded. Her hand slid an inch or so up my leg as she raised her eyebrows and said slowly, 'So?'


Veronique's Persuasion Ch. 01



'I'm just nervous and self-conscious, Veronique. I'm not as sexy as you, you know.'

She laughed and gave my leg a squeeze. 'Oh Anita! Let me ask you something, do you trust me?'

I looked at her hand on my leg and then looked into her eyes once more. 'Yes. Yes, I do.'

'Then let me tell you that you are just gorgeous. You have this beautiful face. And your body? Well, that's why I gave you the lingerie, so you could see for yourself. Are you wearing it now?'

I nodded.

'Then let me Skype my agent right now, Anita. All our communications are online so you don't actually need to go and see her. Can I do that for you?'

I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply. Five seconds later I nodded my agreement.

She got up and was attaching a webcam to the laptop when I asked her why she called herself Claudette.

'Oh,' she said, 'very good question. You don't want to use your real name for what we do. That's obvious I think. You don't tell anyone your real name except Olivia, my agent. Olivia is also Lana Zusak's sister, you know the website's name you were looking at, and she pays your money. OK? I chose Claudette because I just like the name. So you can pick a name and if Olivia says it's alright you keep it. Otherwise she can give you a name.'

'Oh, I see.'

'Keeping your identity secret is important for you. Another thing we can do is have temporary tattoos stamped on parts of our bodies or have different coloured contact lenses or we can wear wigs.'

A minute later Veronique had made contact with Olivia via Skype. She appeared to be behind a desk in an office and I guessed her to be in her mid-forties. She sounded friendly and had a nice smile.

Veronique took my hand and pulled me near her on the sofa. 'Olivia, can I introduce my friend. She'd like to do some shoots.'

I saw my webcam image next to Veronique's on the laptop and I said hello.

'Oh, very nice. Before you say anything else do you have a pseudonym? Because I have someone here who doesn't need to know your real name.'

I heard a giggle from some unseen person and very quickly I gave her the name of a favourite aunt of mine, Pascale.

'Beautiful!' Olivia was writing down notes. 'Purely as a matter of interest, are you Indian?'

'Partly. I was born in England but my mother is Indian.' I knew she was thinking that because of my cinnamon-coloured tone and also my long jet black hair and brown eyes. Many people automatically see me as Indian and I quite like the fact.

OK, Pascale, can you stand up so I can see your body.'

I stood and adjusted the hem of my dress self-consciously. She made a hand signal for me to turn around. I saw Veronique watching from the sofa, encouraging me with her eyes. 

'OK now, Pascale, show me what you have underneath the lovely dress. Imagine I'm your audience, so entice me.'

I looked at Veronique again and she jumped up and stood alongside the laptop and webcam. She began to mimic the actions for me to follow. So I took a deep breath and copied her.

I began by slowly lifting the hem of my dress and inching it up my legs until I revealed the suspender belt and thong. I turned round to show the backs of my legs too. Then I faced the camera again and slowly unbuttoned the dress and eased it down over my shoulders and onto the floor around my ankles. I was standing in the underwear with tangible embarrassment when a different sight startled me even more: Veronique's nipples were clearly pushing against the lacy bra.

' Good. Claudette, can you explain to Pascale what we're about and I'll talk to you later. I have a meeting in 5 minutes. Pascale, nice seeing you and I look forward to meeting you in person very soon.' With that she was gone.

'You're in!' said Veronique as she stepped over to me and gave me a hug. I felt her cool skin next to mine and briefly breathed in her smell. 'And you look damn hot in that outfit.'

I had a sudden desire to hug her again but realising that I had such a desire was like a slap on the face. Just as I was about to put my dress back on she pulled me over to the sofa and we slumped down together, our legs side by side. She reached for and held my hand across her thigh.

'OK, let me tell you about lanazusak.com. You'll start by doing the lingerie shoots – different outer clothes, different underwear, different themes. OK?' I nodded. 'Remember we are an all-girl site so videos and films are mostly lesbian content. There are some solo videos too .....'

'Sorry, what does that mean?'

'Solo? For example, OK, a girl might be in bed alone when she decides to play with herself. You see? But again it's high class stuff. The money for that is very good. Not as much as with another girl but better than doing photos in lingerie.'

Her free hand came to rest on my knee and I was very aware of it now as I sat there in my underwear.

'The unique thing about lanazusak.com is everything must appear, must look natural. Exactly the way it would happen between two girls.'

My expression must have told her I didn't know what she was talking about.

'Nothing should appear to be pretend. We are the only website that shows a girl actually cumming or being wet with desire. It's not pretend; it's not saliva or oil or milk or whatever. It's real. You see?' I slowly nodded. 'You'll understand better when you see the videos and films.'

'Oh,' I said, 'right, but I'm doing only the photos, you know. It's just to get the money.'

Her hand stroked my leg, just above the knee. 'Yes, if you want. But imagine the money you could get with the videos.'

I shook my head. But two minutes later, as I slipped into my dress again, I was imagining the extra money.



Veronique's Persuasion Ch. 02



That same evening, after I'd taken a shower in my own apartment I began thinking about Veronique again – the touch of her skin when she hugged me, the softness of her hand on my leg, the taste of her lips when she briefly kissed me, her shapely body in the pink lace lingerie. Under my dressing gown I felt my nipples stiffening. And as they brushed against the towelling of the gown the sensation travelled down to my slit.

I still couldn't understand why Veronique was having this effect on me. After all she was a woman, the same sex as me. And I just didn't think of women like that. Not me.

Yet I couldn't shake the thought of doing a professional pornographic photo shoot. Nor could I separate that thought from the amount of money I could earn. The more I thought of it the more I thought, 'why the hell not!'

I slipped off the gown and put Veronique's gift back on; I wanted to look the part in order to practise; or so I convinced myself. Retrieving the laptop from the bedroom I turned it on and located the website. Veronique had written down her membership details so that I could log on. I sat on a chair at the table and clicked on the thumbnail I was looking at in her apartment. Holding my breath I clicked on each photo, half looking at the pose and half ogling Veronique, while imitating her poses. I wondered if I should call her Claudette.

In this shoot there were about 25 photos from fully dressed to provocatively teasing. I spent a minute savouring each photo. When I saw the last one where Veronique lay back on a table with her legs splayed and a finger inserted in her slit, her wet slit, I realised my nipples were rock hard and my breathing had quickened. Only when I moved my legs and felt the elastic of the thong moving between my buttocks did I realise I had also become slightly damp down below.

I wanted to see more.

Even though I was alone in the apartment I wanted the privacy of the bedroom. So I took the laptop in there, closing the door behind me, and set it on the bed. I didn't need to worry about the curtains as the apartment was on the fourth floor overlooking a dual carriageway and park. As I walked I could feel the thong even more than before. I knew that I was horny and I hadn't felt like that in a long time.

I settled myself on the bed, lying sideways facing the laptop. I chose another photo shoot of Veronique (Claudette) first of all. This time there seemed to be about 20 photos and the first one showed her sitting on a sofa wearing a white mini-dress. It then shows her in various poses in white silk panties and bra. The last half dozen photos show her toying with a mini vibrator which she holds against her clit. The very last photo was a closeup of creamy liquid emerging from her open slit. I lay there stunned, staring, recalling what she had said about everything being natural, not pretence.

I pressed the back key on the laptop and then selected the first video in the selection. Within seconds the video began and on a backdrop of a lake with grass in the foreground the title, 'Summer Idyll' was displayed, followed by the names, Claudette and Genny. Over the next half hour Claudette and Genny, a lovely black girl, finish off a picnic then sunbathe (although dressed) while chatting to each other. Soon Genny starts to stare at the back of Claudette's bare legs and she asks if Claudette wants sun cream applied. Claudette nods and Genny begins to apply the cream to the back of her legs, slowly massaging up her thighs. She sighs audibly when she catches a glimpse of the pink lace of Claudette's panties under the white mini skirt. She massages as far as the elastic of the panties, a fingertip tentatively touching the material. Claudette then rises to her knees and removes her mint green tee shirt and asks Genny to do her back. As she lies on her front again the camera lingers over her back, the lovely pink lace of her bra and down to where the top of her panties appear under the skirt. Genny asks if Claudette wants to remove her bra so the cream doesn't spoil it. Claudette says nothing but rises to her knees again and looks deeply into Genny's eyes. The camera shows Genny's face; her eyes; her mouth. Then it shows Claudette's smile as she reaches behind her to unsnap the bra. She peels it off slowly, all the while watching Genny's face. The camera reveals hard nipples. 

I raised my hand to feel the tautness of my own nipples encased in the bra. I copied what Claudette was doing in the video, squeezing her breasts gently and provocatively and my nipples became even harder.

Claudette begins to unzip her skirt, saying that she doesn't want to get it wet. The skirt falls around her knees and she slides them off. The camera now shows her lace panties. Then Claudette lies on her stomach again and Genny continues to massage her back. She spends some time massaging close to the panties before Claudette turns over onto her back and whispers, 'Don't stop!' Genny rubs the cream around her feet and legs then slides her hands up Claudette's thighs. Claudette obliges by opening her legs a bit and Genny massages the inner thighs as far as the panties allow. The camera shows Claudette's mouth opening slightly then pans down her body, past the erect nipples to her panties and Genny's fingers sliding along her inner thighs.

I believe I actually moaned when I saw that Claudette's panties had a small damp spot along the gusset. My hand left my breasts and snaked down my body, over the taut lace of the suspender belt and onto my panties. I slid a finger down between my thighs, over the damp material. My clit reacted to the pressure and I realised that it had been a long time since I'd masturbated. 

I fast forwarded the video to the point where Genny's fingers brushes up against Claudette's damp panties. Genny finishes kissing and playfully nipping Claudette's breasts and nipples and her tongue begins licking its way down her body, teasing her belly button and down to the elastic of her panties. She doesn't remove these but inhales the aroma of the material. Her lips and teeth seek out the tender flesh of the upper thighs and the camera shows the increased wetness of the lace material which Genny teases with a long finger. 

I inserted one and then two fingers inside me and started to slowly push them and pull them in a pump action until my legs went rigid.

Genny pulls the pantie leg to one side and the camera zooms in on Claudette's half-open vagina. It is very wet and the clitoral hood is visible. Both women look at each other with pure lust. Slowly Genny eases a dry finger directly into Claudette's slit. Claudette moans. 

With my free hand I pulled the hood up to uncover the sensitive bud of my clit and I gently began to stroke this with my index finger. I could feel myself becoming more lubricated.

Genny's tongue lashes across Claudette's clit while her finger moves faster inside the slit. Immediately Claudette's body twitches and her thighs spasm. She breathes out long and loudly as Genny slowly removes her finger which is drenched. A little stream of white liquid flows out of the slit onto the elastic of the panties. The camera shows Genny's beaming face and clearly there is cum on her lips and chin. She uses her tongue to taste it.

My clit couldn't take any more and my whole body convulsed in the throes of orgasm. Even as I eased my fingers out of my wetness my legs were vibrating. I closed them tightly but the pressure of the lace on my sensitive clit made me spasm again. 

I lay there a while until my senses came to, rather like awakening after a vivid dream. Even though the video hadn't ended I turned it off. I was trying to get my head around the fact that I had just had an orgasm watching two beautiful women having sex.

After a while I got up to make myself a cup of tea and it was while walking that I realised just how wet I was. Unbelievably this turned me on again as I thought of Veronique's panties being soaked when Genny had finished with her. I stopped mid-stride when I came to the earth-shattering conclusion that I desired Veronique; I wanted to make love with her.

The tea did nothing to abate the desire so I went back to the laptop and opened the website again. The anticipation was hardening my nipples again. Although there were so many other girls to look at I still only wanted to see Claudette. The number of photos had increased from 17 to 18 so I clicked on the photos and selected the first one. Immediately I realised that this was the shoot from this morning.

The first few photos show Claudette in an office, wearing a black pin-stripe dress, standing, bending over a desk and sitting cross-legged showing the top of her stockings. The rest of the photos show her in various stages of undress and I grew wet again looking at her in the lingerie which I now wore.

I slipped my hand down inside the thong, over my pubic hair and open slit, and when I withdrew them I saw that my fingers were coated in wet goo; the result of my recent orgasm. I pored over the images of Claudette while I stroked my clitoris into a frenzy. In mere minutes creamy liquid was oozing out of me onto the lace and satin. I exploded in an overwhelming orgasm as soon as I slipped three fingers deep into my slit. When I pulled them out the cum was dripping off them onto my suspender belt and stomach. It took a full minute for my legs to stop shaking.

∞

The following morning I woke early and refreshed and it was in the shower that I made up my mind that I was going to ask Veronique if I could make an attempt at doing a video. I also decided that I needed some sexy lingerie of my own. I convinced myself that it was an investment; it was certainly one way of looking at it.

Two hours later I was leaving Marks and Spencer with my purchases of2 lingerie sets plus a lemon-coloured three-quarter length lace sleeve dress which I couldn't refuse. I had spent just under £100 which was a lot of money to me. I hoped to recuperate the expense as soon as possible and with that in mind I headed to Veronique's.

Just as I was entering the apartment complex, however, Veronique was leaving. When I asked her if she'd be free later she told me to call round about half past seven.

Not having the children there allowed me more time to get things done. I could have looked at the website some more but I decided to leave it alone until I'd spoken to Veronique. I did some housework and had some lunch then thought I'd better pay some attention to my hair and make-up. A year ago I'd got an expensive make-up kit from my mother but had never used it. Now was a good time I thought. I also shaved my pubic hair to look like Claudette and Genny in their video.

At seven I started getting dressed. I decided against stockings and unwrapped the grey silk and lace bra and panties that I'd bought that morning. They were really gorgeous and both had a little black satin bow at the front to set them off. Because I'd shaved below I was much more aware of the material on my sex. I also put on the lemon dress and my best black high heels. Even I thought I looked good in the mirror.

At exactly half past seven I knocked on her door. After a few seconds Veronique opened it, looked at me and smiled. 'You look amazing.' She gave me a lingering kiss on the cheek, close to my mouth, and led me by the hand inside.

Over a glass of wine I told her that I'd seen a couple of her photo sets and the video. She was sitting beside me on the sofa and I was very aware of her scent. 

'When I was watching the video, you know, watching you and Genny together .....'

Veronique turned slightly in towards me on the sofa and her bare leg rested lightly against mine. 'What did you think of Genny? Isn't she gorgeous?'

'Well, um, yeah. She is.'

'Sorry, Anita, you were saying about watching the video?'

I nodded. 'So I was thinking, you know .....'

Veronique smiled a little at my hesitation. 'Well, thinking's good.'

Again I did no more than nod and smile dumbly and she picked up on my discomfort. I felt my nipples stir when she lightly placed a hand on my thigh. 'Are you thinking you'd like to do a video like that?'

'Maybe,' I shrugged.

Veronique looked at me for a moment and gave my thigh a gentle squeeze. 'You do realise the videos are all girl? That means lesbian content, you know.'

'Yeah, I know. I mean I saw the video.' I put my hand on top of Veronique's. 'There's .... Just..... one thing.'

'I know what you're going to say, Anita, because I said the same thing too when I started.'

I looked her in the eyes and nodded. 'Have you ever kissed a girl, Anita? I mean really kissed a girl?'

I shook my head slowly and said, 'no.'

'And so you've never been with a girl, touched her and let her touch you?'

Again I shook my head. 'Ever wondered what it would be like?' she asked.

'No. Not ..... not until I watched the video.' My heart was beating fast now but it felt good, strangely enough.

'Do you want me to show you what it feels like?' Her tone had taken on that husky edge.

My nipples were erect with anticipation. I nodded faintly to Veronique. She was really beaming now and her nipples were matching mine for tautness.

'OK, Anita, let's stand up a minute. OK?' 

I nodded and stood up. She held me in an embrace and I could feel her pert breasts against my own. Then I felt her breath in my ear.

'I want you to think of yourself as Pascale. And I'm Claudette. Is that OK? And anytime you want me to stop, just tell me.'

She broke off the embrace and looked me in the eyes. I nodded and returned her smile.

'Good. Then let's start with this.'

She moved towards me and held me close, one arm stretching around my back and the other hand caressing my upper arm. Her mouth came to mine and I felt the full softness of her lips and the taste of her lipstick. It started off as gentle, almost probing. I felt the tip of her tongue on my lips but it didn't try to force itself into my mouth; it was just exploring the rim. I too held her, pulling her closer, without being forceful, until I was aware of her body against mine. Both my hands were on her back, roaming slowly. I could feel the bra at her back through the thin material of her top. And slowly we began to melt into each other, hungry for more. Her tongue finally entered my mouth and I pulled her towards me more forcefully.

'Wait,' she breathed. 'Let's sit down before we fall.'

So we sat and we started all over again. And without warning her hands started to explore. I moaned when they found my breasts and kneaded them and teased the nipples through my dress and bra. And I squirmed when her hands touched my thighs and stroked the insides and moving higher and higher without actually finding the wetness of my panties.

'Pascale, do the same to me,' she almost pleaded.

My mouth had gone dry and I was shaking with nervous tension but I managed to whisper 'OK.' And so I placed both my hands over her inviting breasts and could easily feel the raised areolae and the outline of a lace bra. I was growing hornier by the minute and began to stroke and squeeze her tits. It wasn't long before I heard a moan escape from her mouth. As soon as I placed a hand on top of her thigh she stopped me suddenly.

'Oh, Pascale, stop a minute!' She was breathing rapidly but her eyes were sparkling. 'I'm so wet. Are you?'

I nodded. 'Yes. Yes. Very.' In the back of my mind I wondered why all this wasn't freaking me out – I mean, you know ......

She seemed almost bashful, if that were possible. 'Do you, I mean, can we move to the bedroom? Do you think?'

'I'd like that, yes.'

We lay, till fully clothed, on the bed. I was on my back and she was on her side with one leg pushed in between mine. She continued kissing me while massaging my breasts and I had my hands on top of her backside .

I began to wonder if she was as wet as she said and I also wondered what she wore under the skirt and top; what colour and what material. As her leg moved more forcefully between mine, bringing her knee up to my pubic bone, I started to pull her skirt up so that I could get access to her bottom. 

She took her hand off my breast and put it straight down between my legs and over the wet silk and lace. I moaned out load.

'I think we need to get your dress off, Pascale.' She let me sit up and then she began to unbutton it. Her eyes grew wide when she saw the grey underwear. 'Gorgeous. And you shaved? I nodded.'

'You too,' I breathed. 'I want to see, Claudette.' She smiled when I used her other name.

She lifted her arms up so that I could pull the white top over her head to reveal a salmon-coloured lace and satin bra that barely held her swollen areolae and nipples. Then she knelt so that I could unhook her skirt at the back and ease them down her legs. My mouth opened wide when I saw the same colour thong which had a very pronounced wet stain.

At the same time both of us went to unhook each other's bras and we eased them off the shoulders. Her breasts were amazing; they didn't drop when released from the bra but stood out horizontally. The areolae were swollen and the nipples were small but erect. Her fingers came up to feel my long, thick nipples and she began to pull them gently and strum them with those fingers. The effect was a real turn on.

She pulled me towards her and gave me another kiss. Our breasts were pushed together and the firm feel of her against my nipples was amazing. 'Do what I do to you, Pascale,' she said.

Her hands went to my bottom and she pulled me against her and started kneading my buttocks. When I placed my hands on her backside I realised the back of her thong was merely an elastic string between her cheeks. For some reason this excited me even more and I pulled up slightly on the elastic which made her moan. She then moved one hand to the front of my panties and slid her hand firmly over the wet material and down between my legs. It was my turn to moan now as she massaged me there causing my clitoral hood to become firm and sensitive. When I copied her I was stunned at how wet she was. The soaked satin just seemed to stick to the hard ridge of her clitoral hood and as my fingers went further down I knew her vagina was open.

I think we were both on the verge of cumming then so Claudette pushed me onto my back and she turned round and straddled me; her face on my sex and my face under hers. She first pulled my panties to one side and buried her face into the wetness. I felt her chin rubbing against my clit. Her sex came down onto my mouth and nose and I was coated in her liquid, through the drenched satin. I opened my mouth and rammed my tongue against the material and as she positioned herself better I found her ridge. I think she tongued my clitoral bud just a few times before I felt my orgasm building. The feeling was intense and I tried to close my legs against it but of course her head was still down there.

'Uuuuhhhh ..... aaaaahhhh .... I'm cummmm ....'

One more pass of her rigid tongue on my exposed bud and I bucked really hard and came. How I came! My legs trembled for seconds and my toes curled up and my whole body seemed to spasm. I could feel the sharp tang of the orgasm from my toes to the crown of my head. As it subsided I was still struggling for breath. And when Claudette finally got her head out from between my thighs my legs clamped shut.

Claudette twisted round to face me and I gasped when I saw her mouth, jaw and nose dripping with my cum; it was like someone had liberally coated her in face cream. She wore a smile like a Cheshire cat. She used one finger to wipe the liquid off her nose and then she watched me as she sucked her finger.

'You taste delicious.' She said. 'But, Pascale, you've only taken me to the edge. I haven't had my orgasm.' She lay on her back with her legs apart and her hands gently rubbing her stiff breasts.




Veronique's Persuasion Ch. 02



'Um, do you want me to try the same as you did?' I asked.

'Mmmnnnn, yes, and use your fingers too.'

I positioned myself between her thighs until my face was mere centimetres from her sodden thong. She reached down to take them off.

'Put them inside your panties, Pascale. I want them soaked in your juice when I wear them to bed.'

I don't think I'd ever met anyone as erotically charged as Claudette so I did as she told me. I was actually still leaking so I plugged my open slit with the satin.

'Now make me cum,' she said.

She was most definitely wetter than in the video with Genny. I could see her engorged pink clit and I so wanted to set my tongue and lips on it. I think Claudette wanted the same thing as she reached down and used her fingers to pull the clitoral hood up to allow me full access to the bud. I did a long, slow sweep of my tongue across the bare clit and I heard a sigh and moan from Claudette. The taste was obviously new to me and, to my surprise, I loved it. I stuck my rigid tongue into her slit and moved it around then back onto her clit and hood. Her moans grew in intensity as I continued this sequence for a while. Then she almost whimpered, 'put your fingers inside me.'

I slipped my index finger inside and felt the muscles of her vagina. I started a pump action then she said, 'Another finger.'

As I squeezed my middle finger inside as well and slowly worked the fingers in and out I also put my tongue on her clitoral hood and licked it hard along the length. Her legs began to twitch and I could feel the muscles in her thighs tensing. Her moaning took on the husky edge I was beginning to associate with her and her breathing was more rapid.

'Close now ...... uuuhhh ....... Oooohhhhh ....cummmmmind .....' She was jerking so much it was hard to keep my mouth on her hood. Then I saw her bud which seemed totally swollen so I attacked it with my tongue and didn't let up until she cried out and tried to force my head away from her sex.

She erupted in ecstacy. I felt it with the surge of hot cum on my fingers which were still embedded in her and I felt it as her thighs banged repeatedly against my head. 

'Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh' She was sighing out loud. She had no energy for screaming or shouting.

I stared as I eased my fingers from her cave and was greeted with a sight I'll never forget. My fingers emerged dripping in creamy goo and more liquid oozed out of her. I had a great desire to taste and swallow her cream so I put the fingers into my mouth and sucked them dry. It tasted wonderful and, despite what I had been through in the last half hour or so I was beginning to feel really turned on again. In fact my clit was coming alive once more.

'Take your panties off, Pascale, and put them inside me. And whenever you go to bed tonight I want you to wear them.'

Of course they were already saturated with my own cum but I did as she told me.

We lay there a while kissing and wordlessly staring into each other's eyes.

Finally she said, 'Just imagine doing this and being paid for it.'

'You don't need to persuade me anymore, Veronique.'

In reply she smiled and held my face and kissed me. 'Are you sure?'



Veronique's Persuasion Ch. 03



Veronique and I spent a good half hour kissing before she sighed and playfully kicked me out. I went back to my apartment around ten, having first retrieved my panties from her wet vagina. When she'd inserted a finger into my slit to get her own thong I realised I still needed some sexual stimulation before going to sleep. But Veronique's desire apparently was sated for the time being. So I went back with the sodden, slippery silk and lace in my hand.

As soon as I got in the door and checked to make sure my parents and my children hadn't returned unexpectedly (daft, I know, as they had no key) I removed my dress and pulled on the panties. If you can imagine putting on underwear that has just been soaked and coated in gel-like shampoo that is what it felt like. I looked at the trails of goo on my knees and thighs. My clit instantly reacted and I just knew that I needed to touch myself once again.

I powered up the laptop once more and entered the log-in details for lanazusak.com. So as not to stain the bedclothes I spread my nightgown over the duvet and lay sideways on it. I decided on a random video called 'New Shoes', featuring Claudette and a lovely blonde-haired girl by the name of Francine.

In the video Claudette enters a shoe shop and is served by Francine. As Claudette tries on several different shoes, Francine kneels down in front of her. Her fingers are around Claudette's calf, helping her ease the foot into the shoes, while at the same time trying to catch a glimpse up her charcoal grey skirt. Claudette is wearing black stockings and the camera shows the tops of her white thighs and just a hint of white underwear. The camera then shows Claudette's point-of-view of Francine's roving eyes and the hard nipples straining against her pink t-shirt. Claudette smiles and she spreads her legs a little as she chats to the shop assistant. Claudette wonders if she could try on a shoe without the stockings but says she doesn't want to take them off in full view of the other customers. Francine can't believe her luck and suggests a back room for VIP clients.

By this stage my hand was already inside my panties stroking the raised hood of my clitoris. The back of my hand was coated in juice and I could feel the back of the panties sticking to my bottom. Knowing who and where the juice came from was an enormous turn on.

In the back room Claudette is standing in front of Francine who is on her knees again. The girl has both hands up Claudette's skirt and is slowly unhooking the stockings and rolling them down her legs. The white satin panties are in full view now and Francine is almost salivating with desire. Claudette reaches down and helps Francine to stand. They kiss.

I inserted a finger into my slit and found myself to be a total swamp down below. I sucked the juice off my finger and thought about the taste of Veronique's liquid.

The last five minutes of the video shows Francine, wearing only an ivory coloured Chantilly lace thong, nipping Claudette's areolae and nipples with her teeth while furiously fingering the woman's slit. Claudette stifles a cry and grips the back of Francine's head. The camera zooms in on the vagina as Francine removes her two fingers. They are covered in creamy juice and a stream of liquid flows out of the open slit down onto Claudette's thighs.

My own orgasm came as soon as I focused on Francine's sopping fingers and I rubbed my clit until my vibrations ceased.

The following day, Sunday, my parents returned with my children. They had had a good time and were very tired and after about an hour or so they were soon asleep. I did my usual Sunday evening chores around the house and for a while forgot about Veronique and what had happened the previous evening. It was almost like having two distinct lives.

Around nine that evening a gentle knock on the door took me away from my ironing. Veronique was standing there in a little black dress and she whispered, 'Are the little ones back?'

'In bed,' I replied. 

'Are you alone?'

I nodded. She took a step forward and kissed me on the mouth. 'Tuesday morning you have your first photo shoot, and ......' She kissed me again. 'And in the afternoon you have a video.'

'Really?' 

'You'll be getting £350 for one day's work. Ha, if you can call it work?'

I had a smile from ear to ear. 'Thankyou.'

She kissed me again and gave my breast a little squeeze. 'You free tomorrow any time?'

'Well, I'm in the boutique in the morning and finish at 12. Why?'

'Some sexy shopping is why.'

The following day I spotted Veronique waiting for me just outside the shop. I was a bit worried in case she'd want to kiss me or, worse, grab my breasts or something of that nature. But I shouldn't have worried as she merely smiled, gave me a normal hug and away we went.

'So?' I said. 'Sexy shopping?'

'Yes, Ann Summers. Have you been there?'

I admitted that I hadn't. I didn't have the courage, to be honest, to be able to walk in there alone. In any case I always thought their products weren't really for me.

Although the shop we entered was small it was stocked with rails of lingerie and fancy dress clothes. There were shelves devoted to sex toys and stimulants too. From what I could see the shop was empty apart from the one assistant,

I've bought several pairs of thongs and bras and stockings here. Very sexy and you can't find them anywhere else,' said Veronique.

'I thought you got them free with the photo shoots,' I said.

'Sometimes. Well, usually. But I still like to buy my own. Anyway, it's something else I want today, something one of the girls was talking about.'

She left me to look through the lace and silk while she spoke to the assistant who then went to get something off the shelf. Veronique returned a minute later with a little red bag which she slipped into her shoulder bag. I raised my eyebrows in question.

'It's called the Ultimate O.' She gave a laugh and pushed me towards the door, 'Come on, we need to buy you something to wear for tomorrow.'

I let her lead me on and we entered Next in High Street and went straight up to the lingerie section. I was beginning to realise that she had a very good knowledge of where to go for sexy clothes and, again, I put this down to her being French. I think we English have a muted knowledge of such things.

She turned to me (there was nobody close by) and whispered, 'I'm buying this for you, Anita. I want you to look sensational tomorrow morning -- well, more sensational than you do look, if that's possible -- so that they ask you back many times.' 

I could see her logic. 'Are many girls not asked back?'

'Unfortunately yes. Not everyone can look like you or me.' There was a gleam in her eyes.

She went to the end of a rail and picked out a black lace and satin basque. 'You're a size 10, no?'

I nodded. 

'Here,' she had her husky voice on again, 'try this on in the cubicle. I'll get some panties and stockings to go with it.' 

In a way I was a bit miffed that she didn't come into the cubicle to help me try it on and maybe something else. Yet I needed to be realistic; what happened between us behind closed doors should stay behind closed doors. I was a mother to two young children and with parents who were upstanding citizens. I somehow knew that Veronique was keeping herself at arm's length for my benefit as much as for her own anonymity.

When we got home I had about an hour before I needed to pick the children up so Veronique invited me in to her apartment to try everything on. We went into her bedroom and chatted about lingerie while I undressed. I learnt that she preferred lacy underwear and thongs and never wore tights. I hooked myself into the basque and slipped on the black lace thong and fishnet stockings. While I was dressing I noticed with satisfaction that Veronique's nipples were very evident now and I saw how her eyes seemed to glow. Personally I felt as sexy as hell. I knew I was already lubricating and my own nipples were standing to attention as well.

'Oh my!' said Veronique. 'You are pure sex on legs.'

She pulled me towards her and kissed me deeply, her tongue probing every part of my mouth. At the same time her hand went into my panties and she found my opening already wet with desire. She slowly inserted two fingers as far as her knuckles would allow and I felt the heel of her hand against my aroused clit. 

'I love you when you're wet like this,' she breathed. 'And I want to eat you. But you have to take all this off because you need to wear it tomorrow. OK?'

I stood up and quickly removed the lingerie. Veronique did the same with her short dress but she left her white lace bra and thong on. Then she reached for her shoulder bag and took out the plastic covered sex toy she'd purchased. It was an odd thing with three stems or prongs coming out of a pink cylinder. While I was practically begging for some attention she unwrapped it and inserted the batteries. She smiled when she turned it on and saw the prongs vibrating.

'Lie back. Open your legs.' I noticed again that her tone took on that husky edge when she was turned on.

First I felt the tip of her tongue on my clit and it sent a shiver through my body. Then the flat of her tongue raked my clitoral hood and I sighed deeply. After a slight pause when I eagerly awaited the next sensation to bring me closer to orgasm I first heard and then felt the sex toy sliding along my engorged hood. Veronique (or was this really Claudette?) stretched the skin upwards to position the prongs so that they vibrated either side of my hood with one directly against the exposed bud. The effect was amazing: my legs opened even further and I could feel an intense, almost electrical, pleasure all over.

When she inserted two fingers deep into me and started to pump them while maintaining the throbbing vibrations I felt a series of spasms that almost lifted me off the bed. When I was on the precipice of a shattering orgasm she worked her tongue furiously over my clit and I had to hold my hand over my mouth to stop myself from screaming. My thighs flapped against her head and then closed on it. One more lashing from her rigid tongue and I came. Actually I squirted. And my body shook and my legs trembled and my toes curled so much it hurt. I squirted and squirted until I was totally spent.

I lay there, coming down to earth, and realised that Veronique was still lapping up my juices. I reached down and pulled her head up and was confronted by a face sticky with my cream. Some of it was running down the bridge of her nose and there were streaks running down her cheeks.

She kissed me and I could taste my own liquid on her tongue. We lay entwined for a while, her thigh snuggled tight against my vagina. 

'You need to clean up and get your children,' she reminded me. 'But you owe me one,' she added with a grin. 

∞

The following morning, after I'd showered. I left the children at the nursery school, telling the assistant that my parents were picking them up at the usual time. I felt a little guilty but then reassured myself that I would be able to repay their kindness in some way with a decent holiday or a good meal in an upmarket restaurant. Veronique then called to the door and we were off for my first experience as a porn model.

We took a taxi and Veronique gave the driver directions to the North End Industrial Estate where we'd be doing the photo shoots. 

A half hour later we went through the nondescript front door of a large grey brick and sheet metal building and into a short corridor, either side of which were two small offices. We waited outside one of these as the sole occupant was on the phone at that time. Veronique whispered, 'That's Lana. The owner. She's really nice.'

Lana put the phone down and waved us in. Veronique gave her a hug and introduced me as Pascale. The handshake lingered as the beautiful 40-something blonde woman looked me in the eye and smiled.

'You're very beautiful,' she said in a thick accent which could have come from any of the east European countries.

We spent at least 10 minutes chatting. Lana simply radiated sex through the look in her eyes and in her body posture. Strangely, for me, I wondered what it would be like to kiss her, to lick her. Anyway she told me more about the pay and the expectations (clean and fresh bodies, no bruises or cuts, etc) and her golden rule -- no wetness, no coming back.

She ended by saying, 'This morning you do a solo photo session, choice of lingerie. And this afternoon you have a video with Ruby. She's a beautiful latina.'

Then I went to see Olivia, Lana's sister and secretary-cum-model agent. She too was very friendly and we briefly talked over and signed the contract and she asked me about the choice of name and additional features such as false tattoos or contact lenses or hair extensions. From a scrapbook of non=permanent tattoo stamps I decided on a lovely artistic arrangement of letters which Olivia told me was Hebrew for 'Love'. Again I was asked if I was clean down below.

Next I went to meet the makeup girl, Sandra, whose job it was to make me sexy and photogenic and also she had to apply the stamp of 'Love' to my upper arm and photograph it several times so that it could be re-applied in the same spot in future shoots and videos. We discussed colour schemes and she advised me to go for minimal touching up ( a bit of turquoise eyeliner and silver pink lipstick as she thought I needed very little to enhance what I already had. Sandra was another stunning woman who had progressed from pole dancing clubs to various types of erotica videos and then into erotic films for TV. She ended up doing only all-girl films and had several affairs with well-known TV actresses. To her credit she mentioned no names.

Then one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen in my life came over and hugged Sandra and then looked at me. She had the most striking, oval, brown eyes and a gorgeous smile with Angelina Jolie type lips. Her hair was long and pure, shining blackand her complexion was silky cinnamon. She could have been an advert for the best shampoo or skincare products on the market.

'Hi. You must be Pascale. I'm Ruby,' she put her hand out and I shook it, very aware of the touch of her cool skin. 'We're together this afternoon, right?'

'Yes. I've to do a photo session first.'

Her smile spoke of unbridled desire and she slowly released my hand. 'Would you mind if I watch you? I was supposed to do a video this morning too but it's been postponed.'

'No. That's OK with me.' I was actually surprised that I could speak in her presence; it wasn't that long ago when I had difficulty opening my mouth with Veronique. 'This is my first day. Have you any tips?'

She smiled. 'Oh, you're beautiful and sexy so just be yourself. Emma, the photographer, she'll tell you exactly what she wants in the photo session. Photos are easy enough.' 

She leaned in to whisper in my ear. 'And when you want to be wet just think what we'll be doing after lunch.'

Sandra finished up and I thanked her. 'Enjoy!' she winked at me.

Veronique reappeared, a big smile of admiration on her face, and led me to the photo room which was mostly dimly lit and quite large. In one area there was a double bed with furnishings. In another, a fireplace with sheepskin rug and settee. In the one area where the lights were concentrated was a sofa and various bits of furnishings and fittings. This was where I was led.

'Emma,' Veronique called. 'Here's the beautiful Pascale.'

Emma came over and shook my hand. She was quite pretty with short, spiky, blonde hair and clear blue eyes. It was easy to see that she wore no bra under a cropped, loose-fitting cotton vest and I glimpsed the red elastic of panties just above the waistband at the front of her jeans.

'Have you done a photo shoot before?' she asked after the preliminary greetings. I replied that I hadn't.

'Not a problem. I'll be telling you what I want anyway. So all you have to do is look sexy. The last few shots will be close-up ones of your vaginal area. I take it you know you need to show that you're wet and ready down below?'

'Yeah, I've been told that much. '

'What about clothes?' she asked as she was checking a lens on her Nikon.

I was wearing my own dark blue dress with buttons at the front and, of course, underneath I wore the basque, thong and fishnet stockings. I described the lingerie to Emma and she smiled.

'I love a girl who comes prepared,' she said.

I took up position on the sofa while another girl adjusted the lighting for Emma. I noticed Veronique and Ruby standing together, a couple of metres behind Emma. They were watching me and I noticed they had linked arms and were in close, whispering conversation. Emma started talking.

For the next 20 minutes or so I followed her instructions and slowly lifted then unbuttoned my dress. I stole glances at Veronique and Ruby and saw the gorgeous Latina move behind Veronique and fold her arms around the French woman's stomach. Veronique's mouth opened and the tip of her tongue brushed over her lips.

'Stunning! Exactly what I want!' exclaimed Emma when I stood up in my lingerie.

Ruby's hand came up to Veronique's breast and settled there.

Emma faced away from me and squatted down to adjust something on the camera. I could see that the material of her red panties over the top of her jeans was satin.

'We'll do some close-ups now.' She came closer and set the camera down on the sofa. Her voice became softer. 'You're doing fantastically well, Pascale. Very beautiful. Very sexy. This time I want to take some shots of the basque over the breasts then lower down; the thong, front and rear and the straps attached to the stockings. Is that OK?'

'Yeah, fine.' I noticed for the first time that Emma was wearing perfume.

'Put your hands up to your breasts and fondle your nipples like this.' She placed both hands over her firm, loose breasts and tweaked the nipples over the material. I saw that they were small but hard. Then when I photograph your thong put your hand inside as if you were stroking yourself. All OK?'

'All OK,' I answered.

As Emma concentrated on her shots of the basque and I began to squeeze my breasts and twist my nipples I glanced over at Veronique and Ruby. Immediately I saw that Veronique's areolae had become very pronounced as Ruby's hand now slipped down, over the dress, to the area between her legs. I noticed also that Emma's arm brushed the side of her breast and seemed to highlight the tautness of her nipple. My own nipples were very stiff and enlarged and I grew moist down below. 

Emma kneeled in front of me and gave me instructions on closing and opening my legs and where to put my hands. I knew the wetness in my thong was increasing and I wondered briefly if she would think that she was the cause of my excitement. I stole another glance at the two women and now saw that Ruby was also kneeling at the side of Veronique, her legs spread, and her hand was up the inside of Veronique's dress.

'Now lie back on the sofa and pull the thong to one side so I can get a good view. As I did so I watched Emma's reaction because I was definitely wet. I was rewarded with her quick look into my eyes and a smile. 'Perfect!'

She finished off by having me insert my middle finger as far as it would go then she took a photo of the drenched digit.

She gave me a lingering handshake and said, 'I hope we work again soon.'

'Me too.'

Veronique and I had lunch outside at a picnic table. Ruby had to make some phonecalls and had to see Lana about something.

'Well? What do you think?'

I smiled, 'I enjoyed the show you and Ruby put on.'

'She is insatiable as you'll find out very soon. But she's adorable, as kind as they come.'

'Have you done a video with her?'




Veronique's Persuasion Ch. 03



'No. Not yet anyway. Lana, and sometimes Olivia, puts the models together. They must know what they're doing.' 

'What about this afternoon? Any tips for me?'

'Well, I told you, you won't be given instructions like the photoshoot so there's a bit of ad-lib dialogue at the start, sometimes at the end too, to establish what is called the setting. I found out you and Ruby are pretending to be work colleagues. You have been invited to a wedding as bridesmaid but you're afraid because you can't dance. Ruby shows you how and you end up having sex.'

'We just ad-lib? There's no script?'

'Yeah, basically. In a film it would be different.'

'And the sex?'

'Well, Ruby will take the lead and you more or less follow her. Oh, by the way, you should wear a different dress. We can swop dresses for the afternoon.'

Three-quarters of an hour later we were back inside and we headed over to Sandra. Ruby was already there in a mid-grey mini dress. She gave me a quick hug.

'You were a turn-on this morning, that's for sure,' she said.

'I'll second that,' Sandra smiled . 'Now, Pascale, you need to choose lingerie for the video. Your makeup's good but we'll freshen up your lips and your hair.'

'I have a pink bra and thong so you can maybe select a different colour,' said Ruby.

Veronique brought me into the wardrobe which was the name for the dressing room. It resembled a small boutique. There were coats, dresses, skirts, blouses, nightwear, high heels, boots, slippers, stockings and, of course, underwear of all sizes and descriptions.

'Wow, where did all this come from?'

'I've been told that Olivia has a lot of contacts in the garment industry and she gets all these from various factories. They're mostly imperfects or out of fashion. Sometimes the girls will bring in some nice clothes they don't want any more as well. Can I pick out some underwear for you?'

'Yeah, you have good taste.'

She fingered through the rows of bra and pantie sets, checking the sizes too. Then she decided upon a pale lilac silk and lace bra and thong.

'Just gorgeous,' she whispered. 'Now, come on, in here and we'll change dresses too.'

We went behind a screen and I removed everything. I was surprised to see Veronique taking off her white underwear as well although she gave me her light blue dress only.

'I'll wear your lingerie and dress till we get home.' She got dressed quickly and, with that glint in her eyes, smelled the black thong I wore for the shoot. 'They're still damp.'

I finished dressing with a pair of black high heels that fitted well and Sandra gave me the quick touch-up and then Ruby and I headed over to the prepared area for the video. I thought it might have been Emma again but there were two other girls with larger video cameras. One was a lovely black girl with braided hair and satin shorts and vest. The other was a tall woman with her brown hair in a pony tail and it was she who called us over. She gave Ruby a peck on the cheek and shook my hand and then introduced herself, Norah, and her companion, Georgie. She gave us a summary of the thin plot and explained how long it should be before we started to kiss and start the action. She warned me not to look directly at the camera. Then we got under way.

The setting was a small office -- two desks with computers and various notepads and pens -- and a settee against a wall under a flow chart indicating something or other to do with a business. We were both pretending to type. 

'What's up, Pascale? You're not yourself today,' said Ruby.

I sighed and looked at Ruby, 'I'm sorry. I have to be bridesmaid at my cousin's wedding next month.'

Ruby gave a laugh. 'And what? That's good, isn't it?'

I shook my head. 'No. Not good! I have to do this stupid dance in front of everybody and ....... I don't dance.'

'Everybody dances.'

'I don't.'

'Don't or can't'

I shrugged and put my head down on my arms.

Ruby got up and came over and sat on the edge of the desk. She stroked my hair. 'You're my friend, Pascale, and I don't like seeing you like this. Come on, get up.'

'What?'

She began pulling me up. 'Get up. I'll show you how easy it is to dance.'

'No. I told you. I don't dance.' I almost laughed but stopped myself just in time.

Ruby pulled me to my feet and into the space between the desks.

'Now what is the dance called?'

I tried to remember the name of a dance but I shrugged instead. 'I don't know, it's just the wedding dance. You know, close together.'

'Ah, the waltz.' She pulled me closer.

At this point I could feel my nipples stir. I had a brief vision of what we were about to do to each other and I knew we wouldn't be doing it in private. Close by there were the two photographers and the girl doing the lighting. In the shadows, behind them, would be Veronique. Maybe there were others. But at that moment all my senses were tuned into Ruby.

'Come closer. Now my left hand holds your right hand, OK. My other hand goes round your back and pulls you gently in. Your other hand goes onto my shoulder. Good, that's it. And we step forward and step backwards like this.'

We were role-playing perfectly I realised. I did look, and feel, like someone who was nervous about dancing and Ruby looked and probably felt like someone who could do this in her sleep. We moved around for a while and, without looking, I knew that one of the videographers would be concentrating on close-ups such as our faces and feet and hands.

'If the man likes you he'll pull you in closer like this,' said Ruby. For the first time I could feel her breasts against mine and felt her bare thighs touching mine. I began to lubricate.

I thought of something to say. 'Oh, I won't be dancing with a man. My cousin's a lesbian and I have to dance with one of the other bridesmaids. I'm sorry. I should have told you.'

Ruby pulled me closer still and said, 'Hey, that's not a problem.' After a while she added, 'But you're not a lesbian, are you?'

I shook my head. 'No, I have a boyfriend, sort of.'

'You ever think about being with a girl?'

'No. I mean ....' I didn't know what to say and I looked at her and I thought this was a bit like déjà vu. Wasn't this what happened between Veronique and myself in her apartment?

'Anyway, the other bridesmaid will probably pull you in close. Like this.' Both her hands went around my back and pulled me in tighter until our bodies were pressing against each other while we continued to dance.

'And if she has any sense she'll do this,' said Ruby. Her lips found mine and one of her hands came round the back of my head. Her mouth opened as I parted my lips and I felt her tongue dart in. My hands slid down, over the back of her dress, and I felt her bra straps and the bony bumps of her vertebrae and the elastic of the top of her thong. 

Our tongues got bolder and played with each other. Her breath was mint fresh and I loved the feel of her lips and probing tongue. Then she brought one of her hands up my side and onto my breast. I felt her thumb rubbing the hard nipple. I let out a soft 'oh.'

Ruby broke away from the kissing to whisper, 'You're enjoying this.'

'I'm wet,' was all I could answer.

'Oh, you're not the only one, Pascale. For months I've been sitting there wanting to kiss you.'

'You never said anything.'

'I'm saying it now.' And with that she went back to kissing me with even more vigour.

I could sense that one of the cameras was recording the kiss and panning down to where Ruby was kneading my breasts. For my part, I had both my hands now on her bottom, feeling the firm buttocks and the ridge of elastic of her thong.

Somehow we found ourselves moving against the edge of the settee so it seemed natural to sit down. Ruby, as Veronique had pointed out to me, was more active than I was. I was content to see what she would do before I followed with an action of my own.

Her hand left my stiff breast and snaked down my body to my knees. From there she softly dragged her fingernails up the inside of my thigh, under my short dress and up to the thong. I realised the camera was sure to see that my lilac thong had a definite wet stain. Ruby used her fingernails up and down the length of my thighs several times while kissing me deeply. Each stroke of her fingers and each probe of her tongue sent exquisite waves of pleasure to my sensitive clitoris and nipples.

I put my hand over the taut mound of her breast and even through the material of her dress and lacy bra I could feel the hard nipple. I played my fingers over the nipple and heard Ruby give a little moan.

'I want to see them,' I whispered. I didn't care whether the microphones attached to the cameras could hear me or not.

'Let's get out of these dresses,' Ruby said.

We stood up and unzipped each other and stepped out of our dresses. Now I could see Ruby's body for the first time and it was to die for; gorgeous, toned and the same natural colour as her legs and face. Her aroused nipples were evident and I glimpsed the slightly darker patch of her thong where the wetness would have soaked through. I was unbelievably turned on.

While standing we began kissing again. It wasn't long before Ruby reached behind my back and undid the clasp of my bra and eased it off my shoulders. My breasts were stiff and the nipples hard and stretched to their limit. Ruby immediately brought her mouth down and over my left breast and flicked her tongue over the nipple. It was like an electric shock. When she was satisfied with my left breast she repeated the action with my right. I could genuinely feel the wetness between my legs now.

I unhooked her bra too and my eyes lit up when I saw her darker nipples standing to attention. I gently pulled on them with my fingers before I too took them into my mouth. Ruby moaned with delight as I used my tongue, lips and teeth to increase her desire.

As I felt her fingers slowly moving down my body and over the front of the thong and down further right between my legs my body trembled. Then the fingers slowly came up to the lace-covered elastic band and down inside my thong. I almost collapsed when her fingers traced the ridge of my fully aroused hood. Then I felt one finger glide along my open slit and slide into the opening. I gasped loudly just as she removed her finger and held it up to her nose to breathe in my aroma. I saw Norah, the videographer, focussing on the moist finger.

Ruby pushed me back onto the settee. 'I want to taste you,' she said.

She peeled off my thong and spread my legs, allowing Norah to get a good view of my wetness. But Ruby didn't head straight for the honey pot. She lifted one of my legs and starting at the lower calf she kissed her way up to my knee and then used her fingernails and every part of her mouth on my upper leg, mostly along the tender muscle of the inside of the thigh. Then she repeated the same technique on the other leg. 

When she came up to kiss me again on the mouth her knee pressed against my vagina and clitoral hood, sending an electrical spasm through me. I brought my leg up and felt the soaked lace of her thong against my skin. She used my leg to stimulate herself even more by rubbing against it until I could feel her juice wetting my thigh.

She left my mouth and moved down, giving my nipple a nip with her teeth, until she placed her face between my legs and wrapped her arms around me. As her fingers eased my pussy lips apart I felt her breath on my exposed clit. Then her tongue washed over the bud and I cried out. 

Within a minute, as her tongue continued to torture my clit, my legs had started to shake and I experienced a mini orgasm. She knew instantly what was happening and eased off so I didn't have a full-blown orgasm too early. But she did push my legs aside so that Norah could record the juice flowing out of me.

Then I felt her fingernails teasing my thigh muscles once again and I felt her breath on my still exposed bud and I started to knead my own stiff breasts and sensitive nipples. Her fingernails drew patterns all around my soaked slit and over the raised hood of my clit. Her finger work had me squirming in anticipation and I could actually feel my pussy opening as if her breath on my clit was the key.

Her tongue once again passed over my bud and, at the same time, a finger snaked its way into my sodden opening. She moved her finger around as if searching for something and I felt the fingernail touch all my inner muscles and nerves. As the finger slowly withdrew, her tongue lapped at my clit several times. Then I felt two fingers entering and, this time, twisting from side to side. She began to pump these two into me, slowly at first then with increased speed. When my body started to shake she homed in on my bud with her tongue. I was whimpering now and my body was in convulsion. Suddenly, as the tip of her tongue pressed against the base of the clit and pushed upwards, my thigh muscles tightened and my legs clamped shut against her head. My torso lifted completely off the settee and my legs vibrated strongly. I felt such an exquisite pain in my pussy as I came.

When the sensation ebbed away my leg muscles became loose again and I managed to release Ruby's head. She slowly removed her fingers from my gaping pussy and held them up for me, and the camera, to see. Her fingers were just drenched in goo, some of which dripped down onto her palm and wrist. I looked at her gorgeous face too and saw the cum all around her mouth.

She wiped her fingers on my left breast, hardening the nipple once again, and kissed my other breast until they were both wet and sticky with my own juice. Finally she came up and kissed me firmly on the mouth letting me taste the remnants of my own excitement on her tongue.

'It's my turn now,' she winked at me.

We changed position and I started by kissing her, taking her tongue between my lips and sucking on it. At the same time I brought my hand up to cup her breast and touch the taut nipple. I took it between my thumb and index finger and moved it from side to side, like a thief trying to find the combination of a safe. When I replaced the hand with my mouth and took the extended nipple between my teeth Ruby sighed deeply. I sucked as much of the breast into my mouth as I could and washed my tongue over the nipple. 

I was aware, as I was half-kneeling on the settee, that some juice had seeped out of my pussy and was inching down my thigh. I sensed that Norah had moved behind me to capture the flow.

Ruby put her hands on my head to move me down between her legs. She was still wearing the thong of course but now it was sodden. I put my nose against the gusset and inhaled the scent. Already I could see the bump of her clitoral hood. I inserted my two thumbs inside the wet leg elastic of the thong and glided them up and along the sides of the hood. She was very highly aroused if the swamp inside the thong was anything to go by.

My thumbs found the hood and I pulled the it back to free her bud. Then I used a rigid tongue over the lace directly on the clit. Ruby began to move around as if she was being tickled.

I pulled the gusset to one side and saw her pussy for the first time. It was already open and glistening with her female juice. The hood of her clitoris was long and stiff and her pink bud was visible and wet. I opened her up more, knowing that Norah was zooming in for a close-up.

When I thought that Norah had had enough time I bent down and flicked my tongue up and over her bare clit. Ruby immediately arched her back and sighed with pleasure. I remembered how she had kissed and stroked my thighs so I reluctantly broke away from her pussy and left kisses all along her inner thighs. I saw how she tensed her muscles there and I softly bit her close to the top of her thighs. Then she helped me to remove her soaked thong.

She opened her legs wide again and I brought my face right up to her pussy and poked her clit with a straight, firm tongue. Then I used the flat of my tongue up and down her clitoral hood until she really began squirming and breathing hard. As I looked at her open pussy I saw the opening that lead deep into her cave. With each pulse I could see the foaming liquid that told me she was close to orgasm. I plunged two fingers as deep as I could inside her and her inner muscles tried to grip and hold me. I started to finger-fuck her while strumming her clitoral hood from side to side with my tongue. She was moaning loudly now with a series of high pitched 'aaaaahhhhhs.' I could see her tummy rise and fall rapidly with every plunge of my fingers.

When I felt her back arching and her thigh muscles tightening up I left my fingers deep in her and twisted them from side to side. I also attacked the hood and bud with my tongue, up and down and sideways, not letting up even when Ruby tried to push my head away.

'Oooooh ...... nowwwww ......... cumming ..... cumming.'

Her legs shuddered and her thighs slapped against the side of my head. Instead of trying to push my head away now she forced it onto her pussy. I felt her vaginal muscles tighten around my fingers and then release to allow the escape of warm liquid. She let out a series of yelps and her fingers gripped my hair tightly.

Although I knew she'd had an orgasm I felt there was still more in her so I took the bud between my lips and started sucking it into my mouth. I moved my fingers around inside her to feel for the g-spot and by the way she spasmed I knew I'd located it. She was full of gooey liquid and her muscles were contracting at a fast rate. Within a minute her whole body began to shake violently and her thighs slammed shut on my head as her hips and lower back completely lifted off the settee. She shrieked like a woman giving birth.

With my free hand I shoved two fingers into my own dripping pussy and rubbed my throbbing clit with my thumb at the same time. Within seconds I could feel my own orgasm coming. When I felt another surge of liquid around my fingers in Ruby's pussy it was enough to send me over the edge; my knee lifted off the settee as my legs went into spasm and almost gave way beneath me. I released the fingers from my own vagina and felt the release of cum down my thighs. I instinctively realised that Georgie and her video camera were behind me while Norah was concentrating on Ruby's second orgasm. 

I slid my fingers out of Ruby and watched the stream of creamy liquid flow out of her. Ruby pulled her labia apart so that Norah could see the result. Then she knelt on the settee and we kissed; my lips were covered in her juice which she licked off. My fingers too were soaked of course and I rubbed them on her still erect nipples. Norah seemed to be filming the cum running down Ruby's inner thighs.

We were both sated now and our kisses eased off.

'So that's how to dance, heh?' I said. Ruby laughed.

Clapping broke out and I turned round to see half a dozen girls, Veronique, Sandra and Emma amongst them. We stood up and someone gave us tissues to dry ourselves off. Ruby and I looked at each other; she dried her lips and sticky breasts while I dried my mouth. We left our pussies alone and sought out our thongs. I knew they wouldn't stem the tide of cum but I didn't really care. As I rubbed my thighs against each other Veronique came over and hugged both of us and told me she'd see me outside. There were further compliments from both Norah and Georgie.

Before we parted Ruby kissed me briefly on the lips and simply whispered, 'Again sometime and soon?' I nodded.

I walked into the toilets with Veronique (actually she pulled me in) and when she verified that the place was empty she pulled my face into hers and gave me a deep kiss.

'You got me so wet out there, watching you.

'I still owe you one,' I smiled, 'and I can't wait. But .....'

'But not today. You'll need your energy for me.' She winked. 'In the meantime let's swop.'




Veronique's Persuasion Ch. 03



She hiked her dress up and pulled down the black lacy thong that I had worn for the photo shoot and held them out on one finger for me. They looked wet. She had a dirty smile on her face.