LLP-108 The Underground Model by Jean Sifton ... - OpenDrive
LLP-108 The Underground Model by Jean Sifton ... - OpenDrive
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<strong>The</strong> refreshing change from her own dull life into Jennifer's world had been just the tonic she had been<br />
looking for. Everything had been exciting and stimulating, exactly as she had imagined it would be. <strong>The</strong><br />
intellectual discussions on every subject under the sun-ranging from psychology to sex and art which<br />
went on until dawn with the all-pervading air of freedom, to say or do whatever you wanted to without<br />
criticism or admonishments.<br />
All of this was such a contrast to her life back home on the San Francisco peninsula, where everything<br />
seemed mild and boring <strong>by</strong> comparison. And her parents, though she realized they loved her deeply,<br />
always maintained strict limitations on her life and could not seem to understand that, for her own<br />
happiness, she would have to make her own way without their help.<br />
All through high school, she had dreamed of her day of freedom, never considering going to college for<br />
she found textbooks uninteresting and dry. Of course, the football games and proms were a lot of fun,<br />
but still the years dragged <strong>by</strong> in unendurable slowness. After a lot of coaxing, her parents finally allowed<br />
her to attend modeling school where she had learned the basic application of makeup and posing, which<br />
was so critical for a successful modeling career. When she had completed the course, last fall, she took<br />
her savings and went straight to Los Angeles, where the cost of living was a lot lower, the salaries higher,<br />
and most important of all, her opportunities for a modeling career, much greater.<br />
Patricia walked over to the dressing mirror attached to the back of the closet door, and pensively<br />
studied her reflection in the full-length mirror. She slowly removed the silk polka-dotted robe and<br />
critically let her eyes travel up and down her figure, running her hands over her luscious curves and<br />
studying the picture of herself as searchingly and objectively as she could.<br />
Her long golden hair fell loosely around the nape of her neck and curled softly at the top of her shoulder<br />
blades. <strong>The</strong> summer of sunning and swimming had naturally lightened her tresses and accentuated the<br />
softly tanned skin on her face and body. Large hazel eyes, speckled with green, looked out sullenly<br />
through a dark thick fringe of lashes and her full mouth slightly puckered in a perpetual pout that gave her<br />
the little-girl-lost look that she despised. No matter how expertly she applied her makeup, she could<br />
never seem to achieve that certain degree of sophistication that seemed so essential for successful<br />
modeling.<br />
Although the graceful animal lustiness of her appearance had so far not been able to land her a job in the<br />
modeling field, it had certainly been no hindrance in attracting males, even to the point of having to fight<br />
them off. She had met and dated many different boys, but had never let herself get involved enough to<br />
give up her virginity ... at least not until last summer when she had met Mark Saunders.<br />
<strong>The</strong> memory of those wonderful days, even now stimulated the blood in her veins and sent it rushing<br />
through her body, awakening the hidden urges of her sex drive. Her hands came up to her breasts and,<br />
only half aware of what she was doing, the girl began to stroke them methodically, rubbing her fingers<br />
gently, persuasively over the firm globes, bringing the delicate brown buds to a pulsating point as she let<br />
her mind drift back to the delicious memory of her first seduction.<br />
* * *<br />
<strong>The</strong> hot August sun burned down through the thin material of her organdy dress, as she steered the MG<br />
convertible down the winding coastal highway that led from San Francisco and ended in Santa Barbara.<br />
She had purposely started out early, wanting to enjoy the scenic, breathtaking view from where the bent<br />
Cypress trees leaned toward the cool Pacific Ocean over jagged cliffs of rock and sand. Each curve she<br />
rounded offered a new panoramic scene of splendor, truly unequaled in beauty, and temporarily<br />
sombering her adventurous mood with a new feeling of peace and calm.