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

was made of solid jade, and quickly placed it back on its velvet cushion.
Ellen came back into the room carrying two fresh drinks in her hands, secretly amused at the awed
expression on Patricia's face.
"Do you like my cat?" she asked, handing Patricia the vodka drink.
"Yes ... it's beautiful, I've never seen anything so delicate and lovely in my life. It must have cost a
fortune," Patricia added, and then was suddenly embarrassed because she had crudely brought up the
price.
"It was very expensive, my dear," Ellen acknowledged. "However, if you have a taste for such things and
also have a strong determination to be a successful model ... it won't be long before you too can afford
such frivolous objects d'art for yourself."
"Oh, yes I am determined," Patricia replied, eager now to please the lovely, exciting woman beside her.
"I haven't had much experience, Miss Holmes, but I'm very quick to learn ... I'm sure you'd find me
suitable for the job."
Ellen patted her on the hand. "Please ... no formalities," she insisted with a friendly gleam in her eyes.
"You must call me Ellen, and I'll call you Patricia ... OK? After all, if we're going to see you in the nude
and in your underwear, we can hardly use those polite, distant forms of address ... now can we?"
Patricia smiled and nodded her head. She already was beginning to feel at ease with this beautiful
woman, even if she did belong to a different class from herself. Ellen seemed to be completely aloof from
the wealth that surrounded her as if she had known it every day of her life, and even though her speech
was a trifle pretentious, her warm and friendly manner convinced Patricia that Ellen wanted to be friends
with her.
"How would you like to go down to the studio with me now, and I'll show you around before Larry gets
back," Ellen suggested, noticing gleefully that Patricia had quickly gulped the drink down in her
nervousness. While in the kitchen, Ellen had dissolved the persuading pill in Patricia's drink, and she
knew now that it wouldn't be long before it's aphrodisiac stimulation would take hold of the young girl.
Patricia stood up, swaying her body slightly, and the room seemed to dissolve momentarily in a
shimmering rush of bright colors. What's come over me, she thought dizzily, the excitement of meeting
Ellen and the summer heat was too much for her body to take all at once. Ellen took her arm, apparently
not noticing her shaking limbs, and led her down a winding spiral staircase.
As they walked together, Ellen still holding her hand and chatting about the photography business,
Patricia felt strange and warm sensations pulsating through her body. Ellen's face seemed to be
uncomfortably close to hers, and she could now smell an intoxicating perfume emanating from the older
woman's skin. It made her feel very warm and sensually aroused, as though the scent's aphrodisiac
qualities had penetrated quickly to her own bloodstream and stirred up a deep and very sweet sexual
urge.
They entered a large basement which had been converted into a staggeringly well-equipped
photographic studio. Spotlights, floodlights, an impressive array of still and moving picture cameras, a
variety of tripods, beautifully painted backdrops; armchairs and couches; various "props," such as giant
teddy bears and an imitation shower ... all of these were neatly in place, leaving plenty of room for
rearrangement of scenes.
Ellen walked over to the far wall and turned on the main overhead light. "That's the changing room," she