LLP-108 The Underground Model by Jean Sifton ... - OpenDrive

"Only a few," she said slowly starting to accept the idea. The last thing she wanted to do now was to go
back home a failure and prove to her parents that they were right from the beginning.
"Well, if you really think it's wrong to pose in your underwear or in the nude ... forget it. I know Larry
and Ellen want their models to look natural and relaxed when they pose."
Patricia leaned back on the pillow, unconsciously letting the bedspread slip down the rising buds of her
pointed nipples. The thought of posing for Larry and Ellen Holmes was gradually taking the shape of an
exciting adventure in her mind. After all, hundreds of famous actresses had started their careers by
posing for such photos, and had gone on later to greater fame and stardom. During her adolescence, she
had secretly nursed her dreams on the glossy issues of Hollywood magazines, which was her one escape
from the dull suburban reality that she lived in. These dreams had always inspired her, and was actually
the reason why she chose a modeling career in the first place. She could remember all of her girl friends
in high school, always talking of marriage and a family, but she had never been attracted to the thought of
long years of dull, routine, boring home-life. No, that was definitely not the life for Patricia Massey, and
she had known it for years.
During those long peaceful nights in Mark's arms, she had confided these dreams to him while they were
resting from the heated exertion of their lovemaking. Those moments had been wonderful and
unforgettable, with just the two of them alone together, sharing their individual hopes and aspirations. He
had admitted to her that he saw himself as an avant-garde novelist, writing stories which depicted the
hypocrisy that existed in the social mores of the twentieth century. Most of all, he wanted to play his part
in the sexual revolution which was now gaining momentum by helping to destroy the final remnants of
Puritanism and neurotic guilt which still prevented complete freedom in the arts.
His visions had inspired Patricia, and that night he told her of a world where sex and nudity were
accepted everywhere without fear and shame. She could recall the passion in his voice when he spoke,
and now she wanted to help him in her small way by proving to herself that she could live up to his
beliefs. She might be playing only a tiny role in the emancipation of sex by posing for nude photographs,
but at least she would be taking part in it.
The thought of this new adventure of free expression sent tiny shivers of excitement up her legs and
back, and suddenly she felt very grateful to have such an unselfish friend like Jennifer. She looked at
Jennifer with a new sense of admiration and friendship for the girl.
"You must think I'm awfully stupid," she said, leaning over and squeezing Jennifer's hand. "Of course, I'd
love to have the job ... when do I start?"
Jennifer looked back at her with surprise. "Well!" she exclaimed, "I'm glad to see that you're using your
head, for a while there I was sure you were going to turn Larry's offer down. But, before I call him back,
are you sure you don't want to think it over a little longer?"
"No ... no, I'm positive about this, Jennifer. I feel sure now that this might be the big break I've been
waiting for, it just took me a little while to get over the shock ... that's all."
"That's great, kid," she said. "I made your appointment for Monday morning so you'd have a little time to
rest after the party, at least you'll have something to celebrate now." She glanced down with admiration
at Patricia's firm, white breasts. "I know Larry and Ellen will be very satisfied with you, so don't get
stage fright."
Patricia blushed and pulled the bedspread up to her shoulders, not realizing before that she had been so
exposed to her roommate's eyes.