Save Me - Day 2 Thanks for all who voted and provided comments. Part 2A - The awakening I awoke early on Saturday with a warm post orgasmic glow inside of me. I was in bed with a young nubile woman called Amy cuddling up next to me. She looked so beautiful naked as she curled on her side against me pressing her naked breasts against my chest. My mind flashed back to the night before. The urgent energetic sex was vivid in my mind. The fragrance of our warm bodies adding to all my senses to confirm I was not dreaming. I had a raging hard on and wanted to slip my dick into her. Then the dream became a nightmare as the feeling of terror came back to me and the fear made the bulge in the sheets go flat again. I extracted myself from the bed as quietly as I could to sort out my thoughts and left Amy to sleep. I went downstairs to prepare some breakfast. By then Amy had woken up shouting for me. She came scrambling down the stairs looking for me still naked. When she found me she just hugged me tight. "I thought you had left me and it just a dream." Oh, god..." It took a lot of self control to keep from screwing her on the dinning table but I knew time was scarce if we were to raise the money. I sent her back up to change and after dressing and breakfast, I said "Amy, we must do everything we can to generate cash. Can you call Mr Patel and see if you can do some photos? I think he wants to see you in his lingerie. Find out why he cancelled." "Meanwhile, I'll try and get some models on our modelling books. If we can get some decent girls, we can persuade Mr Patel to pay for a photo shoot and not just his factory staff." "Where will you get the girls?" Asked Amy with concern. "He likes them young." "I will go to the local shopping mall. Your dad had some advertising boards and a model release form. So I will look legitimate and not some dirty old man." I said with a grin thinking, Is 38 really old? Part 2 B Preparations Mr Patel was very happy to hear from Amy. She suggested that he comes to the studio around 11 am to talk about a new business proposition. She told him to bring some samples of his products which he may want modelling. She turned bright red as signs of her oriental sense of modesty took over and quickly hung up the phone before he could ask any more details. Amy wore a sexy business suit for the meeting with 4 inch heels. Under the jacket she only wore a black three quarter cup bra trimmed with lace which pushed her ample cleavage and butterfly motif lace panties with a garter and hold ups. The black lingerie contrast very well against her lightly tanned skin. I was constantly hard around her as she walked around the studio getting her hair and make up ready. She was going to use all her charms and expect he would want her to do some modelling for him. She showed me a program on her Apple Mac which was a virtual catwalk. She had it connected to a discrete camera mounted at the far end of the room and she pulled down some green screen backdrops. She could walk up and down the studio and it would project her on the virtual catwalk. She set up 'Boys' by Britney Spears, and started recording. She told me to watch the screen. In her business suit, Amy walked down the catwalk, paused at the end with her eyes staring straight into the camera, hands on her hips and turned to walk away from the camera. It was so natural and it looked as if she had done it a million times before. Once off camera, she stripped the jacket and skirt and plucked a rose from a vase and did the same runway moves. This time she stopped in front of the camera and turned sideways to profile her body to the camera, kissed the rose and held it between her cleavage. I was mesmerised at how fantastic she looked. The view of her swaying hips as she returned down the runway was hypnotic. When she came back to the computer, sat on my lap and felt my hard on. "So you like it then" she clicked a few buttons and it layered the fake audience and a caption with Mr Patel's name on it. "Instant marketing." She said as she lifted off my lap before I could grab her to satisfy my lust. I was really horny but she pushed me away reminding me we need to get moving. Part 2 C Recruiting Models Around 10.30, I went to set up the stand at the entrance to a shopping mall. I approach girls in the street but nobody was interested. It was difficult to get their attention, as London people are so cynical. As noon approached, I had not signed anyone. I was loosing my confidence and energy. I flopped down into a near by public bench and literally bumped into a pretty young teenager who was looking after a baby in a pram. It was a sunny autumn day and the baby was sleeping under some blankets. "Are you really a modelling agent?" she asked pointing to my signboard I had left a few meters away. "Yes, I am offering free portfolio shots and a contract" There is no risk and a bit of fun dressing up. I said to her. Appraising her figure and bone structure. I liked what I saw. She had long blond hair, an oval face with full lips and long eyelashes. It was easy to see her assets as they were encased in a sporting top which exposed her mid drift. Looking lower, she wore a short white mini skirt. She noticed me looking and turned sideways to face me she let one leg cross in front of her with the other leg still on the floor letting the hem of her skirt ride back up her thighs to expose her black thong. "Do you think I have what it takes to be a model?" She said with a cheeky grin and then reached over and pat my bulge. "I think someone approves!" I was in shock at how bold she was to display herself in public like this and noticed it turned me on. She looked at my bulge and then back to my eyes and smiled, "How much does it pay? The modelling I mean." she asked showing signs of that cheeky imp. I explained that it would depend on the type of work and what the client wants. In the true marketing spirit, I made up some fake models and used household brands as clients which seem to impress her. She introduced herself as Chantelle and said she was 18 years old. At first I did not believe her, as she looked a lot younger. She giggled and said that's what they all say but she produced her driving license which proved it. She told me she was a single mom because the baby's dad was her boss and he was not going to leave his wife. She had worked for him since she was 16 years old in an office as his assistant and he had sweet talked into her panties by taken her out to dinner and bought her gifts. Her first time with him was on a business trip to Milan, they had gone to some meetings and he had promoted her. That night, they had gotten drunk and spent most of the time screwing everywhere: in the room, in the swimming pool and in the nightclubs she giggled. She found she liked the danger of almost getting caught and he wanted everyone to see them together. He bought her skimpy and revealing outfits and made her wear nothing underneath. He would finger her pussy in meetings and public places. She would sometimes get orgasms in public and have to act as if she was ill to cover up. It often made her more horny than ever. "He was the first man to pay me so much attention." She had said in half justification. "And we had so much fun." Now he pays some cash to help with the baby and regularly visits, supposedly to see the baby but he often end up fucking her before he leaves. Apparently his wife is now his assistant and she is getting suspicious about his visits. I did not say anything as I was fantasising about being that older man ravaging this nubile beauty in front of me. She looked me directly into my eyes and smiled saying, "Modelling sounds like fun." And picked up my clipboard and just signed herself up. As an after thought she asked, "Do I have to do nudes?" "Only if you want to." I said rather elated at my first contract. I instinctively hugged her and kissed her cheek with joy. Returning my grin, she asked. "So when do we start?" I took out my camera phone and said I needed to take some photos to send to Amy the professional photographer and business partner as she is with a client today. I took her number and said we may do a shoot later today or tomorrow. I explained how we were tight on the finances and needed money to pay off the loan shark. I did not tell her all our financial troubles as I thought it may scare her away. She grinned her infectious grin. "You're so nice to help. That's so cute." then said that her mother and baby class friends may want to sign up as well. They had a gym class in a few minutes and would I like to come along and meet some of them? She warned me that they were all around her age. I "You could be a MILF agency." She said with a giggle. When I stared at her blankly, she explained, "MILF, Mothers I Love to Fuck!" It was my turn to go red. Part 2D The Signing Mr Patel had arrived with a small bag of under garments. Amy told him to wait a few minutes as she wanted his full attention to make a big entrance. She counted to 30 and checked her makeup before coming through the doorway from the back room. She could tell from the way Mr Patel's eyes widen and then travelled up and down her body that she had made a good impression. Amy whisked him upstairs to the studio. Taking her time climbing the stairs to give him a chance to look up her skirt. Once upstairs, Amy walked to a cocktail cabinet and offered Mr Patel some champagne which he accepted. He greedily admired Amy as she moved around the room making final preparations for the meeting. His eyes bulged as she bent forwards towards him to top up his glass. He could not miss her soft white globes as he peeked down the front of her jacket. Amy's eyes were looking at his crotch to see the satisfactory bulge in there. She moved to the sofa and he sat next to her admiring her sexy curves under the suit and at that moment, Amy crossed her legs and the split on her skirt rode up to expose a generous amount of thigh and the tops of her stockings. She appeared not to notice what she had done as she fiddled with her paperwork in her hands. Mr Patel just leaned back and smiled feeling his dick hardening to an uncomfortable size inside his pants. He was going to enjoy doing business with her. She dimmed the lights to the room and ran the catwalk video. When it was finished, she raised the lights and put four A4 size still frame shots printed on glossy paper for him to look. There were two full body photos, one in her business suit and one in the end of catwalk pose, kissing the rose. The next two were close ups of beautiful breasts encased in the lacy bra and the last was of the black butterfly motif panties. You could see the fine details of her mound through the lacy butterfly pattern and it was clear she was shaved. She paused as she watched Mr Patel soak in all the details in the photos. He breathed, "Very nice. Yes, very nice indeed. And you did these photos yourself?" She nodded and knew she had him hooked. She made her pitch which was for the agency to do all his modelling and photoshoots for the next year. This was to include 2 seasons of fashion a year in the shop's own fully equipped studio. He could also extend the contract for a second year at the same rates at the end of the contract. Although she was very persuasive they haggled for a while with the daily rates and the number of models to use. He said he wanted to choose the models himself and did not want oldies that were in the existing model portfolios she had shown him last time. He had confessed it was the reason why he cancelled. Amy was able to show him the slightly blurred photo of Chantelle who he agreed was more the image he wanted. But he could not see clearly and would like to interview her and all our models first. Amy texted me that we should get a meeting that evening. He also insisted that Amy model his garments. She managed to talk him into limiting her involvement to one item per season on the basis she was the photographer. The prospect of seeing Amy in skimpy underwear posing for him was enough for him to agree to sign up. She reminded him that they needed a cash deposit of £1500 within 24 hours of signing. He said it would not be a problem and reached into his jacket and put a roll of fifties on the seat between them. He said it was £500 first but he wanted to see 'in the flesh' what he got for his money. She would also need to model his items first before he actually signed anything. "But of course. You want to see how I look like in lingerie." Amy said in a sexy grin. She turned on some music and stood to strip off her jacket bumping and grinding herself to the music. With her back to Mr Patel, she unzipped the skirt and shimmied out of it bending at the waist, letting Mr Patel have a good look at her shapely ass. She continued to dance on her heels to the music wiggling her body inches away from him in a true lap dancer fashion. Mr Patel did not know what to make of it. He tried to grab her body but Amy would wiggle out of his grasp at the last minute. He just could not wait and unbuckled his pants to release his cock. But he got the fright of his life when she put her stiletto heel right on his crotch shaking her head. "Naughty boy. I'm a model not a whore." Mr Patel just nodded and murmured some apologies. At that moment the track finished and Amy stopped dancing. She was covered in a fine layer of perspiration. Amy was also feeling horny at the power she had over this man. This contributed to the build up of sexual tension in the room. Amy was afraid she had gone too far and offered Mr Patel another glass of champagne. It seem to relax both of them. Part 2E The Samples After they drank their champagne, Amy said "Are these the items?" she gestured to the bag. She stood and lifted each item from the bag and laid it on the bed. "Yes, they are from a private range. More up market. Sell at a higher price. But my girls in the factory will not do it justice." There were three outfits in total. The first was called She Devil and had a red cape, devil's fork and hair bands with little devil horns. The panty was more of a bikini cut and had a little female red devil on the front spreading herself and impaled on the handle of her fork. Whilst Amy was examining it, she realised that where the devil's pussy slit was also a discrete opening. She examined the bra and they were decorated with eyes accept that the iris were also slits for the nipples to poke through. Very sexy she thought. The second was called Kinky Slave. It was made up of a set of soft leather cups which covered the breast and had metal rings and thin leather straps to hold it in place. The panty, if you could call it that, was a triangle of leather with a small rings at each corner. Along the waist it had chains and below, a thin leather disappeared under to be attached at the back with the chains. There was a leather choker with a ring at the back to connect a leash and the outfit was completed with some semi transparent veils to wear around the waist. The final set was called Classic. It was made up of a black net fabric which was a see thru bra and panty set with garter belt and stockings. It was well detailed to feel feminine. "Which one do you want me to try Mr Patel?" Amy asked. He had got to the bed next to her. She saw he had taken off his jacket and was standing close to her lusting over her body. "I think the She Devil outfit is absolutely suitable for you." He said. "you are naughty tonight." She said as she picked it up and ran to the changing area. She stripped off her outfit and put on the cape, horns, bra and panties. Her nipples were so horny that they popped through the slits in the bra. She could feel her pussy absolutely soaked and her lips were open and ready for more attention. She eyed the 15 inches devil's fork and realised the 6 inch handle was sculptured like a nice fat cock. Surely she couldn't do it . But she was so horny. Before she knew it, she was sitting on the dressing room chair, legs wide apart penetrating herself with the handle through the slit of the panties. Glancing at the full-length mirror it was like a different woman staring back at her. A She Devil, 'Temptress', trying to tempt men with her charms promising untold pleasures. Mr Patel was watching from the side of the bed and saw everything she did until she sat down. He had decided to take matters into his own hands and stripped off his clothes down to his boxers. He was a proud man. He liked to think he was in good condition for his age and at least was very proud of his body, he had a smooth chest, a little fat, but his mistress and the girls he screws at the factory never complain. When Amy did not come out from behind the screen, he thought it was another one of her games. He moved around the changing panels and saw to his surprise the She Devil fucking herself on the cock shaped handle. Her eyes were closed and he could see from her breathing she was close. "Not a whore?" he breathed under his breath. "I think not." He walked closer to her and pulled out his fat 6 inch prick and waved it at her mouth. "Are you enjoying yourself?" Amy was too close to orgasm to really hear and just nodded between moans. The handle was very thick and it was stretching her with a good full feeling as she dipped her fingers under the band of her panty and rubbed her clit. Almost there. Mr Patel started to rub his fat cock at her lips but it seems like Amy's petit mouth could not get the whole thing inside. It was a problem he often encountered but Amy's lush lips and darting tongue were giving him an excellent alternative. He started to lean over to play with Amy's tits and nipples. The pressure on her nipples along with the fat cock shaped handle in her pussy was enough to push her over the edge. She opens her mouth to give a long moan and Mr Patel was able to plunged his cock head through into her mouth. He could not believe the sensation and with the vibration of her orgasmic moaning and thrashing tongue on the sensitive head, he shot his sperm into her mouth and some of the jets were so strong it splashed against her tongue and over her face and hair. They froze together like statues in post orgasmic bliss for about 30 seconds. Amy's mouth was starting to become sore and she had to swallow his cum just to breath. Mr Patel's cock shrank and popped out of her mouth. He just stared at Amy's beautiful cum splattered face like a porn star. Amy gathered his cum with her fingers and swallowed. She grinned over at him and licked her lips. She looked down to the obscene looking red devil's fork poking out of her panties. She ran her fingers down her body and reached one hand to her pussy and another hand on the fork. She slowly extracted the fork out of her post orgasmic cunt with an audible plop it was so tender and sensitive. "Fantastic. Amy, that was certainly a very special happy ending. I think we can do business together in future." Mr Patel assumed that business was completed. He quickly dressed and told her to keep his samples. He suggested they could try out some of the other outfits next time. "They are naughty but nice" she said with a giggle. As she genteelly ran her hand over her the fabric of the outfit. "Yes you are Amy." He said as he signed the contract and left the shop. To be continued. Please vote and add a comment.
