Veronica is preparing Jenny for her upcoming adventures.
The next morning, Saturday, Sil drove her daughter to Nova Talent as planned. It was still very early, a cool breeze blew around them, and there were few people on the streets. “The shoot starts at 7:30,” Ver had texted late the night before. Jen was still very tired, so they didn’t talk much during the drive. Arriving at the agency building, Jen kissed her mother on the cheek and jumped out of the car. Sil could only call after her to call back as the car door closed. A little scared, uncertain, and desperate, she watched her daughter disappear into the building’s revolving glass door without looking back. “Let her go,” she told herself, but her protective instincts kept taking over. Then she drove home.
Jen wanted to appear strong and grown-up, but as she got out of the car, she fought the urge to turn around and blow her mother a kiss. Adults don’t do that, she thought. She’d soon be a model, independent, and she couldn’t afford such sentimental displays. That wasn’t cool or grown-up, she thought. With a firm step, she walked through the revolving door and entered the modern building. In the vast lobby, she suddenly felt very small and insignificant. As fast as her thin legs could carry her, she went to the elevator and went up to the Nova Talent floor. A few employees were already there and greeted her warmly. Jen felt comfortable. Veronica approached her with a broad smile and greeted her with a bright, somewhat intimidating “Good morning.” Ver was about her height, yet she seemed small and delicate next to this accomplished woman. After some small talk, she led Ver to her office and ordered an espresso from her assistant.
Ver: “Want one too?” she asked Jen. Jen just looked confused, because no one had ever offered her coffee before. “Make it two, honey. The little one will have one too. Okay, Jen, the first thing you do is text your mom that you’ll be with us until at least 9 p.m. today. It’s best to send her a voice message right away. Tell her Ver is taking care of you and that she shouldn’t worry. You’ll call her as soon as she can pick you up. Okay?” Jen just stared wide-eyed. “Yeah, what are you waiting for?” Jen took out her phone and sent the message to her mother.
Ver: “Right, now give me the phone. I’ll keep it safe for you. You won’t need it today,” Ver said kindly. Jen handed over her phone, her only connection to the outside world. Ver took it and put it in a strange box.
Ver: “You probably want to know what kind of box this is?” Jen nodded. “It blocks all radio signals. This allows us to work undisturbed. That’s good, isn’t it?”
Jen had a slightly uneasy feeling, but she agreed anyway. Soon the two espressos arrived in small, elegant cups, the likes of which Jen had never seen before. But what did she know about the world? At home, they only ever had filter coffee from the big pot for Mom and Dad. Her mother always said, “Hot, black, and lots of it.” Ver sipped from the very elegant coffee cup, leaned back in her Eames chair, and looked Jen up and down. This went on for what felt like an eternity, and Jen didn’t know what to do. She felt like she was being scanned again. Then Ver sipped his coffee again, let out an audible “Hmmmm…,” and looked deep into Jen’s eyes. It sent a shiver down her spine.
Ver: “How important is it to you to become a model?” Jen had expected a different question, because she knew the answer to that one all too well.
Jen: “It’s the most important thing to me. I would do anything for it.”
Ver: “Tell the truth!” Jen looked taken aback. “Why are you lying to me?”
Jen: “Um, I’m not lying. I would do anything for it.”
Ver: “Train to exhaustion? Sacrifice your free time? Give up friendships? Completely dedicate your body to modeling? Ignore your parents and only do what the job and the client demand?” Jen was stunned. Sacrifice friends, free time, family? Before she could even finish her thought…
Ver: “You’re hesitating too long. You’re not ready. I don’t think it’s really important to you.” Jen was paralyzed and just stammered.
Jen: “Y..Yes, I.. I am Ready, I think. I just don’t know…”
Ver: “I THINK? Listen, little one, I’ll tell you how this is gonna go today. We’re doing a typical photoshoot. If you can handle it mentally and don’t quit, and if you still tell me at the end today that you want it, then I’ll train you and you might become one of my best girls.”
Jen could hardly believe what she was hearing. How hard could it possibly be to survive today, she thought. She would manage it and finally become a real model.
Ver: “Okay, let’s start. First, a few questions for your personnel file. It’s boring, but important. You’ll find some of the questions strange or uncomfortable. If you don’t want to answer them, that’s absolutely fine, but then it’s like quitting. You understand that, right?” Jen just nodded, knowing that she didn’t want to do that. “Okay… where do I begin?” Ver smiled at Jen. “Ah, right. When was your last period?” The question hit Jen like a ton of bricks.
Jen: “Um, excuse me?”
Ver: “I don’t like to repeat myself, Jen. So, when?”
Jen: “Well, um… last week.”
Ver: “Is it regular?” Jen nodded. “Ah, very good. Do you use birth control?” Again, Jen was confused. She didn’t even have a boyfriend.
Jen: “No, not yet. My mom doesn’t want that yet. She thinks it’s too soon,” she said, a little embarrassed.
Ver: “Oh, is that so? Aha! Well, I’d say we’ll have to change that,” Ver smiled, but Jen didn’t understand why. “Are you still a virgin?” Now Jen was completely thrown. What was with all these questions, she thought.
Jen: “Yes,” she said, totally baffled.
Ver: “Anal, vaginal, and oral?”
Jen: “Um… phew… uh… yeah, all three.” Jen shifted awkwardly in her chair. Ver laughed.
Ver: “I see the questions are making you uncomfortable. Should we stop? It’s your decision.”
Jen stammered, embarrassed: “N… no, no, it’s fine.”
Ver: “Okay, let’s continue. So, triple virgin, wow, that’s not something you see often these days at your age. Probably because your mom was too protective. You’re not learning anything that way, Jen.” She shook her head.
Ver: “How many times a day or week do you masturbate?” Jen blushed and became even more embarrassed.
Jen: “I don’t know. Is that really important?”
Ver: “Otherwise, I wouldn’t be asking. All of this is important to better assess your mental and physical condition. Women are more sensitive than men, and if you want to travel internationally and walk the runway in Rome, Milan, London, and so on, you need to be in top shape. So, how often?”
Jen: “Um… maybe once or twice. Not that often.”
Ver: “That’s very little. Are you frigid? I know others your age who masturbate 3-4 times a day. What’s wrong with you?” Jen just looked down at the floor, embarrassed. “Anyway, moving on. When was the last time you masturbated, and please be honest.”
Jen: “Last night.”
Ver: “Oh, very good. So, what was the occasion? Why yesterday? Did the photoshoot turn you on?” Ver joked. Jen nodded again, a little embarrassed. “Ha… I wasn’t expecting that. Hmm, well then, you probably won’t be able to keep your hands off yourself tonight. I assure you.” She grinned at Jen, who blushed bright red.
Ver: “Oh dear, so shy. You have to get over that. All the men in the modeling business are pigs. Get used to it. Only trust women. Trust me.”
Ver: “Have you ever seen a male penis? Touched it? Tasted it? Felt it?” Jen quickly shook her head, but she’d thought about it so many times.
Ver: “I figured as much. Well, we’ve got our work cut out for us. How long are you going to wait for your first time, Jen?” Sweat broke out on her forehead.
Jen: “I thought until the right one comes along.” Ver could barely suppress a laugh.
Ver (amused): “I see…and I suppose your first time has to be something special? With Prince Charming? A memory for life?” Jen didn’t even dare answer. She was beginning to realize how childish the idea was.
Jen: “I kind of thought so. Maybe not. After all, it’s just sex.” she tried to answer as confidently as possible.
Ver: “Ah, now we’re getting somewhere. You’re on the right track, Jen. Sex is as much a part of life as eating, breathing, and thinking. You don’t make a big deal out of that, do you?” Jen shook her head. “You have potential, but I can see we’ll need a lot of training if you want to survive in this business as a model.” Jen looked at her questioningly. “I find that very refreshing. Don’t worry, Ver will take care of it. We’ll make a model out of you.”
She finished her espresso, and Jen did the same; she still hadn’t eaten breakfast, and her stomach was growling. Ver took Jen by the hand and led her to the elevator. Jen followed obediently, like a puppy. Ver unlocked the control panel with a key and entered the floor. They went down five floors to a mezzanine and got out. This floor was considerably less glamorous, more austere and practically furnished with sterile white lighting. There was a central hallway with several doors leading off it. They entered one of the rooms; it was dark, and Ver switched on the warm lighting.
The entire room was lined with some kind of foam and felt extremely quiet. Along one wall hung numerous monitors, like in a sports bar. In the center stood a tripod with a camera, along with several lamps on stands. In front of this was a roll-up screen of some sort, and in the far corner of the room was a metal table with two chairs. An older telephone sat on the table. The room was hot. Ver handed her a pair of beautiful red platform high heels. Jen had seen something like them before, but had never worn them.
Ver: “These are just small 10cm heels. We’ll start slowly and then increase the height. Put them on and start your running workout. I’ll record you. Just a reminder, you can stop at any time, but then you’ll be out. Will you continue?” Jen didn’t hesitate and nodded.
Ver: “Great. Let’s go!” Ver grabbed the phone: “Start video 3 and send Steve down with the props. Also, some fresh French croissants and another espresso. Vite vite.”
Jen struggled to put on the heels and walk in them. She simply wasn’t used to them, having only ever worn sneakers. Ver showed her how it was done. She walked very stiffly.
Ver: “Well, now you finally look like a real woman. You have very beautiful, long, slender legs. Gorgeous.” Jen blushed. “Now you just have to learn to walk.”
Jen: “Isn’t that a bit slutty?”
Ver: “Honey, we’re all kind of like whores in this business. If you don’t want that, you can quit right now.”
Jen: “No, no… I just have to get used to it.”
Ver: “Good. If you want to earn a lot, you have to be able to sell yourself.” Jen nodded.
Meanwhile, a video of fashion shows in Paris, New York, Milan, and Rome started playing on the monitors. The models were clearly visible as they walked. Jen didn’t notice it at first, but there was something unusual about these videos. After a while, she realized it: breasts, buttocks, and underwear were always visible. Were these real fashion shows? There were always large audiences, and the models walked fluidly and freely. Their breasts bounced in time with the music, just like their buttocks. After a while, the door opened, and a strong, tall, young man came in. That must be Steve, Jen thought. He was bringing the croissants and carrying a large leather bag.
Ver: “Ah, finally! I’m starving… Thanks, Steve. Put the bag down on the table and sit with me, darling. This is Jen, our newest addition.”
Steve: “She’s talented and has a great body. A little awkward on her feet.” They both laughed and sat down on either side of the camera. Ver took a croissant and started eating. The aroma was intoxicating, and Jen was starving.
Jen: “Can I have one too? I’m starving.” Ver and Steve laughed again.
Ver: “Welcome to the modeling world, honey. Get used to it. Now run, kid, run.”
Jen kept running for about an hour until her feet ached and she sat down.
Ver: “Jen, darling, what’s wrong? Do you want to stop?”
Jen: “No, no, I’m fine.”
Ver: “Very good, then keep going. Come on, run, run.” Reluctantly, she followed.
After another 30 minutes, Veronica ordered Jen to undress down to her underwear. Jen didn’t know how to react.
Ver: “I want to see exactly how your body moves. Steve, put on some music.” Steve was on the phone.
Jen: “But Steve is…”
Ver: “Yes? What about Steve?”
Jen: “Well… I’ll just be in my underwear.”
Ver: “Yeah, that’s right, so?” Jen blushed brighter and redder. She was so embarrassed.
Jen: “Well, um, ah, nothing… I was just thinking.”
Ver: “Okay, honey, please stop that and just follow. Get undressed. We need to see every inch of your body.”
Jen went to the far corner of the room, undressed—her underwear was yesterday’s—and returned to the camera. She looked at the monitors to avoid looking Steve in the eye. Half-naked models walked the runway, followed by countless pairs of eyes. What Jen didn’t know was that, like a watermark, the background of the video contained images of naked women and men, thick penises, wet vaginas, sexy asses, fuck action, and many other erotic scenes. These repeated continuously. The more Jen watched the video, the more her subconscious was affected. She could already feel the physical effects. For some reason, she became very aroused, and the fact that she was standing in her underwear in front of a complete stranger only made it worse. She was so embarrassed, but Ver and Steve were enjoying the show.
Ver: “Where are the shoes?” Jen ran back, put on the shoes, and wobbled in front of the camera. Ver then switched on the remaining lights to illuminate Jen properly. Jen could no longer see either Ver or Steve. Only the video on the monitors was clearly visible.
Ver: “Just focus on my voice and look at the beautiful models in the video. That’s how you’ll walk soon. Do you want that?”
Jen: “Yes, absolutely,” she said firmly.
Ver: “Good. Now turn around, face to the screen, let your arms hang loosely, bring your legs together, and slowly bend down until your nose touches your knees. Can you do that?” Jen nodded but didn’t understand why she should do it. She just did it without asking.
The pressure on her stomach caused her tiny hairy labia to spill out slightly from her panties. Jen felt it and was embarrassed. She had thought a small slip was sexy and just right. She hadn’t expected this. She quickly tried to straighten up, filled with shame, when Ver snapped at her.
Ver: “Stop. What are you doing? Stay exactly as you are. We’re not finished yet. This is the ‘Big Toe Pose,’ also known as ‘Padangushthasana’ one of the most important poses for successful models. Like many poses, it comes from yoga, and you have to master it. Clients use this pose to decide whether you’re suitable or not. Steve, please help her.” Jen froze and went back into the pose. She hadn’t known that this was a professional yoga pose. She thought Ver was just making it up. How stupid she was, she thought.
Jen’s synapses suddenly started firing. How could Steve possibly help now? What would he do? Would he touch her? She was already so incredibly tense. Steve undressed as well and came to her in front of the camera in his underwear. She felt a powerful bulge in his briefs. Her gaze was still fixed on her knees. Steve positioned himself facing the camera so that Jen couldn’t stand up even if she wanted to. Then he pressed his thick cock against her back, grabbed her round buttocks, and spread them slightly apart so that her small panties almost slipped into her cleft on their own. He helped by holding the top firmly and giving it a quick tug. Every touch sent a surge of arousal and tension through her young body. What was this man doing to her?
Now she was wearing a beautiful classic thong that had almost completely disappeared into her ass and her slightly dark-haired pussy. Her moist, full labia were clearly visible on either side. In fact, only her clitoris and the entrance of her pussy was still covered by a thin cloth. At that moment, a pleasantly masculine scent wafted into her nostrils. Very faint, but noticeable to her. Was that his cologne or deodorant? No, it couldn’t be that, she thought. Then it hit her like a bolt of lightning, and her natural feminine intuition, her instincts, cleared things up. With her head against her knees, she realized it was the scent of a real man’s cock, only a hand’s breadth away from her. For the first time in her life, she felt genuine desire and couldn’t resist it.
Her eyes were closed, intensifying her sense of smell. In this pleasurable moment of feminine clarity, a kind of mini-orgasm coursed through her, brought to light by the raw, masculine stimulation of her body. The thought of being completely at his mercy, of her virgin panties in the hands of a potent, unknown man, pushed her over the edge of ecstasy. Jen noticeably surrendered to her orgasm and her tormentor. Steve noticed what was happening, as did Ver. She gestured to Steve to continue, and they grinned at each other. Jen’s knees went weak, her thoughts blurred, her whole body lost tension, and she collapsed. Her light faintness ended after a short time. Lying on the cold metal table, she slowly regained consciousness. Her arms and legs were spread, like she was strapped to a St. Andrew’s cross. Jen was somewhat disoriented when she heard Ver’s voice and the incessant clicking of the camera.
Ver: “Hey sleepyhead, back with us? I hope you’re okay.”
Jen stammered: “Where? How? What happened?”
Ver: “It’s all good, kiddo. Calm down. I sent Steve out for a moment. You fainted. I guess it was all a bit much for you to start with.”
Jen: “I… I couldn’t hold it together. Am I out now? Please don’t… please. I can do better than that.”
Ver: “Don’t worry. You’re still in. Your circulation just gave out on you.”
Jen was relieved; if only Ver knew she’d had an orgasm, she’d surely be out. Ver knew it, of course, but kept Jen in the dark. Jen propped herself up on her shaky arms and looked down at herself. Ver was positioned between her legs, staring straight at her pussy. She tried to close her legs but couldn’t; Ver was blocking them. She was still very weak. Her little pussy was throbbing wildly. She could clearly feel her clitoris, which was still engorged; with every heartbeat, more and more blood was being pumped into it. It was intensely painful yet incredibly arousing at the same time. What on earth was happening to her?
Ver: “How do you feel now? Can you go on?”
Jen: “I… think so.”
Ver: “You think? Interesting. You sounded more certain before.”
Jen: “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound unsure.”
Ver: “I’m not asking how you want to come across. I’m asking about reality.”
Jen: “Then… yes. I’m ready.”
Ver: “Are you? Or are you just giving the answer you think I want to hear?”
Jen: “No… I’m ready. Really.”
Ver: “Good. Then show me. Have something to drink. After that, we’ll continue with the theory. Focused. Without any more doubts.”
Ver handed her a bottle of tea containing ginseng, maca, caffeine, and sugar—ingredients known for their natural stimulating and energizing effects. Jen didn’t ask any questions; instead, she took an extra-large gulp. It tasted unusual, yet—driven by a sheer desire to please, she drank almost everything. Ver was very satisfied and gave her a patronizing smile. Jen felt reassured, and the ingredients began to take effect.
Ver: “Jen, what does it mean to be a model?” Jen looked a bit confused and still somewhat weak. “Look at the models in the video. What does it mean?”
Jen: “Being a model means radiating beauty and dignity. Showing the value of beauty and wearing beautiful clothes.” Ver grinned.
Ver: “Yes, that too, sweetheart. But look past the beautiful facade of glamour and fame.”
Jen: “Um, looking beautiful and walking well?”
Ver: “Exactly.” Jen was pleased by the confirmation. “It means putting your body on display. Showing how graceful, sexy, and aloof you are. Do you understand?” Jen nodded. “Can you do that?” Jen nodded. “Do you want to?” Jen nodded. “Very good. Then I’ll turn you into a supermodel.”
Ver: “So, what defines a model?”
Jen: “The body?”
Ver: “Very good. Specifically, your face, your tits, your ass, your legs. Not your intellect or your knowledge or your personality. You could be the dumbest creature on earth and still be gorgeous. That’s why only your face, legs, ass, and tits count. FLAT. Repeat!”
Jen: “Face, legs, ass and tits. FLAT.”
Ver: “Only FLAT counts. Clients only want FLAT. That’s what modeling is all about. Sometimes your little, sweet pussy, too. Depending on the client…” Ver winked, and Jen didn’t quite understand.
At that moment, her pussy began throbbing again. What Jen didn’t know was that, while she had been unconscious, Veronica had applied a potent gel containing estrogen, dopamine, and testosterone to her pussy. Veronica knew that within half an hour at most, the active ingredients would be absorbed by the body and begin to take effect. She could already see the signs in Jen’s face and body language, but she needed to stall for a few more minutes before sending Jenny in for round two with Steve.
Ver: “What matters, Jen? Look at the video. Not at me. That’s just a distraction.”
Jen: “Face… legs… ass… tits…” she murmured, barely audible. The words felt alien on her tongue, and the mere act of saying them made her blush.
Ver: “I hear doubt and hesitation. Try again.” Jen took a deep breath.
Jen: “Face. Legs. Ass. Tits.”
Ver: “Better. But if you don’t stand behind your own words, no one else will.” Jen pressed her lips together and forced herself to speak louder.
Jen: “Face. Legs. Ass. Tits.” Ver nodded slowly, as if Jen had finally given the answer she was looking for.
Ver: “Exactly. That’s the perspective from which people view you as a model. Everyone in the world does it. The sooner you accept that, the less energy you’ll waste fighting against it.”
She briefly placed her hand on Jen’s shoulder. It seemed almost caring, just enough to ease the tension for a moment. Jen straightened up on the table. The trembling in her legs had subsided, yet she kept her gaze fixed on the screen. She felt uncomfortable knowing that Ver had a full view of her private areas the entire time. She was just about to bring her legs together when Ver stopped her, pushing them slowly apart again. Jen did not try to resist; she knew she wouldn’t stand a chance.
Ver: “No, no, no you really shouldn’t be doing that. I’m watching how you’re carrying yourself and moving. This position stimulates your circulation better. You aren’t back to full strength yet. You’d be better off having some more to drink.” Jen was confused and took another sip of the tea. Her pussy felt hot and was throbbing violently; it felt swollen and puffy. What on earth was her body doing? “Does your mother ever talk to you about sex, sweetheart?”
Jen: “No, absolutely not. She doesn’t do that. We’re very conservative as a family in that regard.” An imperceptible smile flitted across Vers’s face.
Ver: “If you ever want to talk, I’m here for you.” Jen had a lump in her throat and was just about to say thank you when…
At that moment, Veronica pulled Jenny across the edge of the table and onto her lap, positioning the young woman’s little pussy against her own well-toned thigh, then wrapped her arms around her and held her tight. Jen caught the scent of Ver’s sophisticated perfume. Ver let her thigh bounce up and down, knowingly stimulating the small, wet pussy intensely; hearing Jen’s soft moans, Ver smirked. Jen felt their breasts pressing together, her own small nipples hard and swollen while Ver’s thigh hit the right spots. She was hyper-aroused, trembling all over, and tried to hold back the coming orgasm. She failed, and soon she was twitching and vibrating within Ver’s powerful embrace.
Ver: “Your circulation acting up again?” Jen could barely speak. Ver loosened the embrace slightly and looked into her glazed eyes. Then she repositioned her and bounced the slender body on her thigh again. She could clearly feel the wetness of the young pussy.
Jen: “Ye… yesss, circulation issues,” she lied, embarrassed, twitching with orgasmic arousal.
Ver: “Oh dear, you poor thing. You’d better lie back down, then. Rest a bit more. We’re moving on to the next shoot in a moment and don’t forget, you’re just…?” Ver shoved her back onto the table like a piece of meat; Jen lay down, breathing heavily.
Jen: “FLAT face, legs, ass, tits,” she stammered, and Ver grinned broadly.
Ver: “Nothing more, nothing less, Jenny. A real model, through and through. Very well done,” she said with satisfaction.
Ver walked to the door, brought Steve back in, and whispered something in his ear. Jen was still lying on the table, as lively as a wet sack of Portland cement. After a few minutes, things got moving again.
Ver: “Up, up, let’s go. Break’s over.” Jen rolled off the table, exhausted, her legs wobbly.
Jen: “Can I have something to drink, please?”
Ver gave her some more of the tea. She drank quickly, taking large gulps. Ver turned the floodlights back on to dazzle Jen and significantly raise the room temperature, thereby ensuring that the concentration of stimulants in Jen’s bloodstream continued to rise. Jen felt slightly dizzy again, but she managed to steady herself. Hungry and weak, she got to her feet.
Ver: “Now we’re going to practice various poses. There are the ones you need for the runway and photos, and the ones you need for client castings. These fall into two categories: so-called OPs—Official Poses—and CPs—Client Poses. It’s important never to mix them up. We’ll start with the CPs, since there are only three of them. Do you understand?” Jen was sweating; her heart and her pussy were pounding, her nipples were rock-hard, and she had a splitting headache.
Jen: “Yes, I understand. But… could I please sit down for a moment?”
Ver: “In a bit, in a bit, sweetheart. Please continue for now. Steve is going to give you a new set of clothes first.” Ver was curious to see her reaction.
Steve handed the set to Jen, and she could hardly believe what she was seeing. It consisted of little more than a few thick cords that widened slightly in three places. She didn’t know what to make of it and had never seen anything like it before. Then she noticed the (fake)logo of a very famous fashion brand and realized this was no joke. But how was she supposed to wear something like that?
Ver: “We call this a micro bikini—or simply a microkini. You’ve surely seen styles like this before. And you’ve certainly recognized which haute couture brand this piece comes from. It’s extremely expensive. So, be careful when you put it on.” She let her gaze sweep briefly over Jen. “Not every model gets the chance to wear something like this. You need the right figure, the right presence, and the necessary confidence. Consider it a privilege.” Jen felt her heart start to race. The words made her feel both proud and nervous. If not for the throbbing headache and the oppressive heat in the room, she might have even enjoyed the moment.
Jen: “Should… should I put it on right here in front of the camera?” she asked hesitantly, almost as if hoping for a different answer. Ver smiled calmly.
Ver: “No, honey. You don’t have to, of course.” She paused briefly. “But that’s exactly how modeling works. Behind the scenes, you often have only a few seconds to change. No one waits for you. Anyone who wants to work professionally learns to handle that.” She pointed to the bikini. “Think of it as a chance to get used to it. The choice is yours.”
Jen zögerte und schaute sich verlegen im Raum um, dann zog sich aus. Steve hinter der Kamera nahm alles auf, Ver stand daneben und beobachtete ihre neue kleine Stute wie sie sich abmühte den Bikini anzuziehen.
Ver: “Brauchst du Hilfe? Ich sehe du kommst damit nicht zurecht.”
Jen: “Ehm vielleicht ja.”
Ver sprang up, turning and twisting Jenny and roughly shoving her around. Within a few minutes, the microkini was on, and Ver pressed the tiny triangle covering the crotch area firmly against the young woman’s pussy. Jen blushed, for she was still highly aroused. In the mirror opposite, she saw that the microkini concealed very little of her pussy and her small, firm breasts. It was a wonderfully erotic nothingness on her young body, allowing it to be shown off to full effect. Ver had previously soaked the bottom in stimulating gel to further intensify the arousal. Jen felt another surge of sensation, though the gel also aggravated her headache. A few moments later, Jen felt as if her clitoris were on the verge of bursting; engorged and aroused, it stood out like a small penis and was clearly visible beneath the microkini.
Ver: “You look beautiful.” Her gaze rested appraisingly on Jen before a satisfied smile appeared on her face. “So majestic. So graceful. Your youth suits you perfectly. With the right discipline, you could go very far.” She let the words sink in for a moment.
“So? How does it feel to wear it?”
Jen: “I… I think I like it.” She ran her hand carefully over the fabric of the bikini. “It’s just all so unfamiliar… and somehow so incredibly sexy.” Ver nodded slowly, as if she had expected exactly that answer.
Ver: “That’s how it should be. Now tell me: What are you?” Jen hesitated. “F-FLAT?” she managed to say softly, as if searching for the right answer. Ver merely raised an eyebrow slightly.
Ver: “With more confidence. Come on. Once more.” Jen instinctively straightened up a little.
Jen: “FLAT!” A satisfied smile flitted across Ver’s face.
Ver: “Exactly. That’s what conviction sounds like.” Seeing Ver look satisfied filled Jen with palpable relief. For a brief moment, her insecurity and nervousness vanished completely.
Then her body made itself felt again—in a way she had never experienced before. Thanks to the dopamine in the gel, she felt a sense of soaring elation. Her headache slowly began to subside, and the dopamine took full effect. Jenny felt the tension in her body melt away as Steve took it all in. He missed nothing, yet it hardly bothered her anymore. She knew she was in a safe environment; she could trust Ver and Steve.
Ver: “Finally. That took long enough.” The dry undertone in her voice left no doubt that she had expected more speed. Jen, however, didn’t quite know what to make of that. “Let’s move on to client posing. We work with three basic positions there. The first is called ‘Presenting’.” She stepped next to Jen, took off her shoes, and demonstrated the pose. “You sit back on your heels. Your legs are at roughly a 90-degree angle or spread a bit wider. Clasp your hands behind your back, keep your back consciously arched, lower your head slightly, and close your eyes.” Ver continued speaking calmly and firmly. “This pose conveys calm and self-assurance. At the same time, you shut out external distractions and focus your full attention on what the client wants to see. That’s all that matters at a casting.” She pointed to Jen’s leg position. “Sitting on your heels stretches the adductors and opens up the hip area. Arching your back automatically ensures an upright, dignified posture. It allows you to present what you have to offer as a model with focus and confidence.” She gave a curt nod. “FLAT.” Surprisingly, the explanation made a lot of sense to Jen.
Jen: “That sounds really good. I… I’ll give it a try.”
Ver: “Don’t just try.” Ver looked at her calmly. “Do it. Most of these client poses come from yoga. That means you can practice them at home anytime. The more natural they become for you, the more professional you’ll appear.”
Jen tried to settle into the position as best she could. *Finally, I get to sit down,* she thought. The camera captured everything. Her swollen lips curved gently around the wet micro-bikini, and sitting back on her heels offered a wonderfully revealing view of her private parts. Her hard nipples pressed erotically against the thin bustier from within.
Ver: “You absolutely must memorize this position and practice it regularly.” Jen nodded. “The second position is ‘the offer’: get on all fours, arch your back, lift your head, and look straight ahead. This also comes from yoga and is known as ‘the Cow.’ With this pose, you stretch your abdominal muscles and show off your toned buttocks, long legs, and flexibility. It also mobilizes your spine. It’s difficult for the uninitiated, but you’re young. Give it a try.”
Jen versuchte die Position perfekt einzunehmen, aber das Hohlkreuz wollte ihr einfach nicht richtig gelingen. Ver versuchte ihr zu helfen, aber sie war noch deutlich zu steif.
Ver grimaced in disapproval. “No. That won’t do.” Her voice was calm but cutting. “It looks appallingly amateurish. Do you seriously think a client would pay for something like that? They pay for perfection not uncertainty.” Jen flinched involuntarily and lowered her gaze. A satisfied smile played on Ver’s lips. “Oh, don’t worry, my dear. That’s what I’m here for.” She took a step closer. “I’ll find every weakness and work it out of you. In the end, only what your future clients want will remain. You’ll see.” She smiled, as if the thought pleased her. “And believe me, I never settle for mediocrity. Clients don’t pay for mediocrity.” Jen swallowed hard.
Jen: “What… what do you mean?” Ver waved the question aside casually.
Ver: “It doesn’t really matter. That’s just business jargon. The longer you’re in the business, the sooner you’ll understand how it works.” Jen nodded hesitantly. Even though she didn’t fully grasp the words, she didn’t dare ask for clarification.
She went to the phone and had a remarkable device brought in. It consisted of three parts and was made entirely of metal. One component was a round metal plate, roughly equal to her own height in diameter featuring parallel leather straps attached at both the front and rear ends. It also featured four sturdy carrying handles as well as two solid attachment points, each positioned between the leather straps. Steve positioned the device in front of the camera and aligned it. He also ensured the lighting was perfect; the floodlights were already beginning to heat up the metal.
Ver: “Jenny, my dear, this is a training device designed specifically for models across all fields; it provides optimal support in helping you achieve that aesthetically perfect yoga arch in your back. Numerous models from a wide range of industries have already trained successfully with it, and using it is, of course, completely safe.” Jen thought she understood and nodded. “Good, then kneel on it.” Jen did as she was told. “Now get on all fours and place your hands and feet where the leather straps are.” Jen complied. “Very good, stay right there; Steve will get you positioned.” Jen flinched and trembled. That man, so close to her again.
Steve: “Relax babe, you’re going to enjoy this,” he whispered into her ear, grinning as he delighted in her questioning look.
She tried to distract herself while Steve worked on her. She watched the models in the video and asked for more tea, a request Ver was more than happy to help with. Steve secured her with leather straps, first at the backs of her knees and then at her wrists. Her legs were spread at an angle of about 75 degrees. Between them sat the aforementioned mount, onto which Steve now attached a metal pipe that jutted steeply upwards. Steve then rotated her along with the platform so that Ver had a clear view of Jen’s intimate area through the camera. Ver gave Steve a thumbs-up.
Jen was now firmly attached to the metal plate and aligned. She couldn’t see what was happening behind her. She felt somewhat uneasy but didn’t dare say anything. Then Steve arrived with the second pipe and rammed it onto the fitting right in front of her face. Jen had eyes only for the thick bulge in his underwear, which swayed back and forth before her. She felt ashamed. Ver noticed this as he moved around her and knew how to take advantage of it.
Ver: “My dear Jenny,” Veronica said with an icy calm that sounded more dangerous than any outburst of rage. “Did I really just see you staring at Steve’s private parts?” Jenny felt the blood drain from her face. She could barely string a coherent thought together.
Jen: “I—I… no… well… yes… but I didn’t mean to. I really didn’t…”
Ver: “Shut up.” Veronica’s voice was sharp as a knife. “I don’t care what you intended. I only care about what you actually did. How could you?” She paused briefly, every syllable dripping with contempt. “You should be ashamed of yourself. This is a professional agency. Our models and staff are always treated with respect and dignity. And you? You reduce Steve to his body, as if he were an object you could gawk at whenever you pleased. How pathetic. Just imagine if we did that to you. How would that make you feel?” Jenny immediately lowered her head and yes she felt so deeply ashamed.
Ver: “Your behavior demeaned him. I expect an apology from you, not later, not at some point down the line, but right now. And I hope for your sake that it’s convincing.”
Veronica and Steve stood directly behind Jenny, out of her line of sight. As Veronica spoke, her hand rested possessively on Steve’s cock, gently massaging it. The two exchanged a barely perceptible, smug grin. Jenny swallowed hard.
Jen: “I… I am so incredibly sorry, Steve. I never should have looked at you so disrespectfully. Please forgive me. It will never happen again.”
Steve stepped slowly toward her. He removed the metal pipe again and positioned himself directly in front of her face. His sheer physical presence seemed to fill the entire room, his cock positioned right in front of her face. Jenny tried to escape the arousing masculine scent he exuded, a scent that penetrated deeper into her with every breath, but there was no chance. Jen glanced up briefly, immediately lowered her gaze again, and barely dared to breathe. Steve let her stew in her discomfort for a few seconds before he spoke.
Steve: “Look at me, little Jenny!” he commanded, and Jenny obeyed. “Of course you’re apologizing. That was the very least you could do.” His voice was calm but tinged with undisguised arrogance. “Perhaps one day you’ll learn to control your impulses and stop viewing people like museum exhibits.”
He looked down at her with disdain. She felt so small and insignificant. Never before in her life had she viewed people in this way. She considered herself a respectful person. Yet this dealt her a severe blow. Apparently, she was not as good a person as she had thought. Moreover, the whole situation was deeply humiliating, being strapped to that metal plate and begging for forgiveness in front of that imposing, attractive man.
Steve: “Respect has to be earned. Apparently, your parents didn’t teach you that. You clearly have a lot of catching up to do.” Jen nodded, intimidated.
Jen: “Yes… you’re right. It was disrespectful of me. I’ll do better. I promise.” Steve took his time before giving a curt nod.
Steve: “We expect nothing less. Don’t disappoint us a second time.” Jen humbly lowered her head. She didn’t dare look him in the eye or at his cock again, even though the temptation was strong.
Ver: “Gut gemacht Jen und ich hoffe das war dir eine Lehre.” Jenny sagte nichts. “Sehr gut, nachdem wir das geklärt haben, Steve bitte bereite Jenny weiter für ihr Training vor.”
With a loud, cold, metallic clang, Steve brutally rammed the pipe back onto the fitting on the metal plate, right in front of her face. Jenny flinched in fear. It now stood upright before her again. She opened her eyes and only then noticed that it featured a welded-on metal ring and several eyelets. She wondered what purpose they served. What she didn’t see was that the rear pipe also had a metal ring, along with two larger metal shafts. Smooth, with a silvery sheen and shaped like a bullet; they are stacked on top of one another, and the height is continuously adjustable. These were finely crafted and projected at a 90-degree angle from the pipe. One was slightly longer and thicker, the other somewhat shorter and thinner; the long one was at the bottom, the short one above it, and the metal ring at the very top.
Ver: “Right, I think we’re ready now. Steve?” he nodded. “Very good. Please turn her around toward me and the camera. Nice… So, Jenny, the training is going to get a bit specialized now, and for legal reasons, I need your consent. So, I’d like you to say into the camera that you agree to it.”
Jen: “I don’t know… Shouldn’t my mom decide that?”
Ver: “Sweetie, your mom isn’t here, and she entrusted you to my caring hands with a clear conscience. I’m the person you can trust now, and believe me, your mother would definitely have agreed to this. But you as an individual, need to do it too. It’s just a formality.”
Jen: “I don’t know. What exactly are we doing?”
Ver: “We’re training for the perfect arched back. It’s going to be physically demanding. Sort of like in a gymnastics club, like when you’re learning the splits. That’s hard work and might hurt a little, but your mother would approve because she wants you to be successful and win prizes, right?” That sounded logical.
Jen: “Yeah, true. So… in that case, okay.”
Ver: “Now, say it clearly into the camera: *I, Jenny, consent to and agree with everything involved in this training. I am fully aware that Veronica and Steve decide how long and how intensely I have to train. I will follow all instructions without reservation.* Now you—and please finish with a big, happy smile. Everyone should see how much fun you had.” Jen wondered, “Who is ‘everyone’?” but didn’t dwell on it.
Jen: “I, Jenny, consent to everything involved in this training…” Ver fed her the lines from behind the camera: “…and agree with it. I am fully aware… that Veronica and Steve decide how long and… how intensely I have to train. …I will follow all instructions without reservation.” She smiled into the camera as cheerfully as she could.
Ver: “Perfect. Let’s get started, then.” Veronica knew that she could now do whatever she wanted.
Steve brought another bag of gear, which Ver spread out in front of her. Jen didn’t know what to make of it and felt quite nervous.
Ver: “So, are you nervous?” she asked with a warm smile.
Jen: “Oh yes. Very.”
Ver: “That’s perfectly normal. Actually, it’s a good sign.” She briefly placed her hand on Jen’s shoulder. “I’m going to explain the important parts now. Just listen carefully, and you won’t have to worry about a thing.” Jen nodded in relief.
Ver: “We’re doing holistic training that involves your whole body starting with your head. Your body only functions as a whole, as you know.” Jen nodded again.
Ver: “That’s why we’re completely realigning you. To do that, we use among other things, as you can see here something called a harness. Do you recognize it?”
Jen: “I… I think so. I saw something like that on a farm once, on horses.” Ver’s eyes lit up.
Ver: “Exactly! See, you already have an idea of what it is. The principle is the same: clear guidance helps you and your body align correctly.”
Ver: “You have two options. This elegant brown leather bridle with a bit, or this equally beautiful black leather mask with an integrated bit.” She held up the mask first.
Ver: “Most smart ones quickly choose the mask. It feels unfamiliar at first, but it makes things much easier. You can’t see anything, but that lets you focus entirely on your posture. The results are always better.” Then she held up the bit bridle.
Ver: “With the open bridle, you can see, but that’s exactly what distracts many people. Everyone who uses that one takes significantly longer. It would be a shame to make life unnecessarily difficult for yourself.”
Jen: “Do I… do I have to use one of them at all? Can’t I do it without?” Ver frowned slightly, looking puzzled.
Ver: “Oh.” She smiled understandingly. “I think you’re worrying unnecessarily right now. It’s simply part of the training. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be able to achieve the desired results.” She looked at Jen kindly. “You do want to become a model, don’t you?”
Jen: “Yes. Of course. Absolutely.”
Ver: “Then surely you trust me. After all, I’m here to get you there.” Jen hesitated for a moment.
Jen: “So… the mask?” A satisfied smile appeared on Ver’s face.
Ver: “Wow, a very smart decision. I knew you were thinking things through. Most people take much longer to understand that.” Jen felt a swell of pride. While Ver prepared the mask, Jen asked quietly:
Jen: “Will I get enough air in that?” Ver didn’t respond to the question. Instead, Steve stepped closer with the mask.
Ver: “Please lift your chin a little, darling.”
Jenny lifted her head and held perfectly still as the mask was fitted onto her. It smelled of leather and felt soft and supple against her skin; the zippers over the mouth and eyes were open. There were two holes for the nose. There were small foam pads for the ears that absorbed almost all noise. It fastened with a zipper at the back as well. Leather bridle straps hung down the sides, and there was a metal ring at the top of the head with a long strap attached to it. Jen’s heart was pounding in her throat.
Steve gently slipped the mask over her head and smoothed her hair behind her ears so it wouldn’t get in her face. Then he reached into his trousers, ensuring his fingers picked up the scent of his cock and balls. He stepped forward to study her, then crouched down in front of Jen, looking at her eyes through the narrow slits and gazing at her mouth. With his strong fingers, he lightly traced the zipper over her mouth, slightly touching her lips and the inside of her mouth. Jen tasted and smelled something that drove her wild; her pussy throbbed with delight.
Steve: “Is everything comfortable, Jenny?”
Jen: “I think so,” she murmured, barely audibly.
Steve: “Okay, I’m going to close it up now. Are you ready?”
Jen nodded willingly, and Steve pulled the heavy zipper shut over her head. It was significantly darker now, and her perception of the world around her was severely restricted. Only a little light filtered through the eye slits, and the sounds around her were muffled and indistinct. Breathing became more difficult, causing her to take slower, deeper breaths; this helped calm her down. Then Steve showed her a wide leather strap and said something she could only hear indistinctly. He nodded within her limited field of vision, and she followed suit. He then placed a choker around her neck and pulled it tight, a bit too tight, as she began to twitch and panic. Steve loosened it slightly until he found the point where it was still choking her, but only just right on the edge of tolerance. Ver watched the spectacle, delighted. Then he crouched down in front of her and saw the lingering traces of panic in her eyes. She tried to avoid looking at his cock. He grinned cheerfully at her and slowly closed the zippers. Now she was completely cut off from the life around her.
Ver: “Steve, open the flaps on the sides so she can hear us better.” Steve opened them, and now she looked like she had small floppy ears. “Jenny, can you hear me?”
Jen: “Ye…fff,” she stammered.
Ver: “Very good. Have you ever witnessed a young horse being broken in? The moment it was transformed from a wild animal into a docile domestic animal? A willing servant of humankind?” Jen shook her head. “Well then, I’ll take you with me. I’ve done this so many times. I prefer young mares. Most are reluctant and stubborn at first, but almost all of them give up very quickly. So far, I’ve turned every single one into a perfect riding horse and made a lot of money doing it. If you’re good, I’ll let you be broken in eventually. What do you say?”…”Steve please unzip her mouth.”
Jen: “You mean I’ll ride then?”
Ver: “Ah yes, that’s exactly what I meant. You’re going to ride like crazy, sweetheart.” she grinned from ear to ear.
Jen: “Do all the models have to do this?”
Ver: “The vast majority don’t *have* to they *want* to. Some even ride all day long.”
Jen: “Oh, well then, I’ll give it my all. I like riding and horses.”
Ver: “What woman doesn’t? There’s something special about a purebred stallion. Now, get into the ‘offering’ position.” Jen posed. “Is the mask comfortable, honey?”
Jen: “Yeah, it’s alright. I just really can’t see anything, and it’s getting hot under here.”
Ver: “You’ll manage.” She patted Jen like a little dog. “Steve, could you turn her back around and take over the camera?” Steve turned Jen with a firm tug and moved behind the camera, while Ver stepped in front of it. “Wide shot on 4325, then close-up, then on the pussy.” Steve nodded. “Okay, Jen, I’m standing right over you. I’m going to take the two long straps on the right and left of your amazing mask and pull your head back a bit. You really need to stay loose don’t fight it. If you’re relaxed, your body will naturally slide into a perfect arched back. You’ve got it right when those two silver measuring devices you might have seen them—touch your butt and your microkini. Got it?”
Which measuring instruments did she mean? Jen didn’t know what she was talking about, but she trusted Veronica implicitly. She had no other choice anyway.
Ver: “Oh, I forgot, you need to be able to hold the position for at least two minutes at the start. I’ll help you with that later. Can you manage it?”
Jen: “I think I can handle that.”
Ver: “By the way, you look amazing in that bikini and mask. It really suits you. Like a real model who can’t wait to be ridden…”
Jen: “Oh, um… thank you so much.” She blushed, feeling very flattered and thought Ver had mixed something up.
Ver took the straps and pulled slowly, causing Jen’s neck and throat to begin arching backward. The collar was choking her more tightly again, and the flow of blood to her head was restricted. Her vision began to go dark. Her body automatically shifted into a swayback position since her hands and legs were restrained; her pelvis tilted slightly forward, and her small, virgin pussy stretched further and further upward with every millimeter. Ver eased up on the straps a little.
Ver: “Ahh, very, very good for a start, my little mare? Let’s do it again.” Ver was so aroused. She was enjoying it all immensely and getting very wet.
Jen: “Phew… that’s pulling really hard, and the collar is sitting very tight.”
Ver: “It has to be, so your neck doesn’t get injured. We’re doing this very professionally here. So please, stop complaining constantly.”
Jen: “But… I… well… I… please.”
Ver: “Jen, you’re incredibly poorly trained, but we’re working on that. Now you’re stuttering, too. It seems to me like you want to quit?”
Jen: “Oh no, no… please, I really want to keep going. Just… a little looser. Just a little, please. Please, dear Ver.” Ver saw her chance.
Ver: “But then I expect something in return.”
Jen: “Whatever you want.”
Ver: “Absolute obedience! No more complaints, and you do EVERYTHING I tell you.” Jen could hardly believe her luck and agreed very quickly. “Wonderful. I have to say, you’re really very clever. Let’s test that right now. Bark like a dog.” She started barking. “Purr like a cat.” She started purring.
Veronica positioned herself in front of her, crouched slightly, lifted her skirt, spread her thighs, and exposed her sweet-smelling cunt. Then she wrapped the bridle’s straps tightly around her hands, keeping the young head firmly under control. She gave them another sharp tug so Jen would realize she had to comply. “Now sniff like a dog.” Jenny sniffed just a breath away from Veronica’s pussy.
Ver: “Do you like what you smell?” Jen nodded. “Take another deep breath, honey. That’s good for you.” and Jens’s lungs filled with the scent of Ver’s crotch.” Ver was very happy with her new toy. She patted her head and stepped back so that she was standing over her. “Darling, back to our training. When I pull on you, then tilt your pelvis further forward and upward. Relax your abs, arch your back, and really stick your butt up in the air. Imagine showing everyone what a small, hot ass you have, ike a real model.”
Jen: “OK. I’m ready, and I’m going to give it my all. FLAT!” Jen really wanted this.
Ver: “Ready for round two?” Jen nodded. “Then let’s go.”
Veronica gripped the straps firmly again and began to pull. Her head began to tilt back, her spine arched, her little bottom rose, and her little asshole and aroused pussy slowly pointed towards the sky. Amidst all the joy, she had completely forgotten to loosen the collar, so it was choking Jenny just as before but this time, Ver didn’t let up. Jenny gasped and swallowed a few times, but Ver ignored it. She pulled even harder. “Come on, bend your back, little mare.” Then she pulled hard and strong again and suddenly, there was a soft creaking sound in Jenny’s spine. Veronica was relieved when Jen let out a sharp scream. Quickly, she fastened the straps to the ring at the top of the bar between Jen’s legs.
Veronica: “Jen, did you hear that?”
Jen: “Yes, and I’m scared and it hurt a bit.” she gasped in a voice distorted by pain.
Veronica: “Oh, come on, nonsense. Don’t worry, that’s exactly how it should be; now your back has formed the perfect arch. I will now attach the rear retaining bolts. These will help you maintain the position. So don’t be afraid and stay calm. Steve and I have done this so many times.” Jen remained silent in her bridle.
Ver ran a gentle hand over her head and along her back, which was arched to the extreme. She savored the sense of power over this little human power that had been voluntarily surrendered to her. Then, she reached for the collar and loosened it slightly.
Ver: “Better?” Jenny took a deep breath. “That’s answer enough for me. You see, I’m here for you like a caring mother.” she patted her head again.
Meanwhile, Steve adjusted the two shafts and positioned them. He applied the stimulating gel to both so they could take full effect within her young body. Once that was done, he used the horizontal mechanism to slide the smaller one forward until it made contact with Jen’s asshole; the micro-bikini offered almost no coverage. Jen instinctively jerked forward, which increased the tension on her tether, hyperextended her neck even further, and pulled her anus slightly away from the probe. However, she couldn’t maintain that extra tension for long; as she relaxed, her ass slid back against the shaft, which had now penetrated her by a few millimeters. Jen quickly realized that her tensing up hadn’t helped, and she trembled all over with agitation.
“Hold still, or do you want to hurt yourself?” he scolded her in a stern tone, and Jen stammered a “No” from behind her mask.
He then positioned the other shaft so that it just barely touched Jen’s still intensely aroused pussy. It, too, was covered by nothing more than a thin triangle of fabric. She flinched again, though far less violently than the first time. Jen’s remaining senses were heightened to the extreme, and the blood flow to her pussy was so intense that her inner and outer lips were engorged and taut; it felt as though they might simply burst at the slightest touch.
Ver: “Jenny, dear. How are you feeling?” Her voice sounded friendly, but her smile didn’t reach her eyes. “You’re feeling fine, aren’t you?”
Jen: “Actually, yes, but… it’s really exhausting. And my back is starting to hurt a bit such as my neck.”
Ver: “Of course it is.” Ver sighed, as if Jen had just stated the obvious. “But exertion is simply part of the process. You still want the job, don’t you? So you shouldn’t start holding yourself back now.”
Jen, resigned: “Yes… I want the job.”
Ver: “I thought so.” Ver studied her briefly. “You have to master this second position perfectly. The third one builds on it. If you’re already having trouble here, the clients will notice immediately later on that you lack the necessary discipline.” She paused briefly. “And you know yourself that there are plenty of others who are even younger and more resilient than you. I should know—I train them, too.”
Jen: “I understand.” She swallowed hard and Ver could clearly observe the movement of her esophagus in her throat. She gently stroked the clearly overextended throat.
Ver: “Good. Then we’re in agreement.” Her tone turned almost caring again. “You just have to hang in there a little longer. After all, I’m not asking for anything you can’t handle.”
Jen: “Could I take a quick break, though? Just for a few minutes?”
Ver studied her: “A break.” She gave a thin smile. “If you think you can really afford one.”
Jen: “So… um… what would *you* do if you were me?”
Ver: “Very good question. I’d just have a drink and then carry on. Make the most of the time with the pros. I can rest later. But that’s me, not you.”
Jen: “But my back… my neck and my knees.” she sighed “…okay, I’ll keep going. But can I have something to drink, please?”
Ver wordlessly picked up the tea: “It’s pretty hot under the spotlights here, isn’t it?” she teased.
Jen unable nod: “Oh yes, please give me something to drink.” Ver guided the straw to her mouth.
Ver: “See? I do look after you, after all.” Her voice sounded warm again now, almost maternal. “I promised your mother I’d take care of you as if you were my own child, you know.” Jen said nothing but sucked on the straw as fast as she could.
Ver tilted her head. “That’s why you should trust me, Jenny. I know better than you do what you need right now. And as long as you do what I say, everything will be fine.” Jen paused briefly.
Jen: “Okay… Ver.” Ver pulled the straw out of her mouth.
Ver: “Good girl and that’s enough for now.” Jen sighed again, for she was still thirsty. Sweat was already trickling out from under her mask.
Nevertheless, these words calmed Jen down a little, and her body visibly relaxed. Ver positioned herself directly over Jen’s head so that it was right between her legs. As a former model, Ver had long, slender, toned legs, and the high heels made them look even longer. Then she hiked up her tight skirt until her bare pussy was revealed. As was often the case, she wasn’t wearing any panties; she loved the airy freedom, and it turned her on.
All the playing around with her little mare, Jen, had left her very wet. It aroused her to exercise both mental and physical power over this young creature—to bring her under her influence and control. The mere thought of it made her pussy drip. Veronica took a small step forward, positioning herself directly over Jen’s mouth, which was exposed beneath the mask. Jen’s head was tilted far back, leaving her helpless and at Veronica’s mercy—what a sight, Veronica thought. So young, so sexy, so naive, yet vulnerable. Veronica savored the moment. Then she pushed, and a glistening drop broke free from her pussy, finding its way through the mask onto the lips beneath. Jen’s tongue emerged, slowly drawing the fluid into her body.
Jen tasted the salt on her lips, a metallic tang and felt the warmth radiating from Ver’s thighs, lap, and pussy. So close above her. There was a pleasant scent, a fragrance she found thoroughly agreeable yet couldn’t quite place. She sniffed, wanting to move closer, but the bridle kept the little mare firmly in check. Ver happily noticed the keen interest in her pussy; it aroused her even more. Another beautiful drop of juices, playfully glittering in the spotlight, formed at her lower lips. Ver gently pressed her thighs together, and the drop fell from one lip to the other, where it was gratefully received.
Jen: “What was that?” the words came out muffled from beneath the mask.
Ver: “Something you’ll be getting a lot more of later.” There was an amused smile in her voice. “Once your training is complete, you’ll get to taste it day by day, my little one. In every possible variation. The clients and their wifes and partners will be thrilled with you. You will be my girl for everything. I see great potential in you. After all, all this effort has to pay off.”
Jen didn’t understand what Ver was getting at. She decided not to dwell on it. Some questions simply weren’t worth asking, she thought. Ver was still highly aroused; she would have loved to give the little mare her first real face-fuck right then and there. But she held back, stepped back, and hid her pussy beneath her skirt again. Jen licked her lips, trying to figure out exactly what she had tasted, but she had already swallowed the last traces of the juices. Ver enjoyed the sight of the young mare craving her pussy juice.
Then she walked around Jen to assess the situation. She instructed Steve to adjust the camera, as she was displeased that only the tips of the rods were touching the cunt and asshole. Without hesitation, she gripped Jen firmly by the hips, spread those firm butt cheeks as wide as possible, and without warning yanked her body backward with a powerful jerk. The girl squealed like a little piglet, and in a split second, she lost all touch with reality. Both rods slid effortlessly deep into her ass and her hypersensitive pussy. Jen jerked, and the frame rattled with a metallic sound as she was properly aligned. Much better, Ver thought, feeling very pleased with herself.
Naturally, the bridle had to be adjusted to account for the extra inches, and Ver repositioned the bit to pull Jenny’s head back just as one does when breaking in a foal. Always keeping the reins taut and firm. Leaving no slack. Jenny groaned as a mix of pleasure and pain shot through her. The rods weren’t particularly long or thick, yet they were enough to make her completely lose touch with reality; after all, Jen wasn’t used to this though Ver knew that was about to change. Now, Jen’s body began to go into violent spasms.
Ver hadn’t expected that, but she grinned with satisfaction as she realized what was happening. Jenny hung twitching in her harness; strength was draining from her arms and legs, prompting Steve to quickly slide a padded stool under her belly and pelvis for support. Simultaneously Ver quickly readjusted the rods, which were only partially inserted into the subject. She loosened them slightly and shifted them a good distance forward and upward so that they were now completely buried, holding the mare in position with her pelvis tilted steeply upward. The fresh holes worked hard, trying to cope with the bare metal embedded within them. Yet neither opening had enough experience to handle the rush of emotions, so they simply twitched and contracted wildly around the bolts. What a successful day, Ver thought.
Jenny—no longer quite a virgin—hung in the frame, racked by one intense orgasm after another. Her small, completely overstimulated pussy squirted repeatedly, spraying past the dildo. With the slightest movement, she was hit by a fresh wave of vaginal and anal stimulation. She moaned and grunted behind her mask, completely uninhibited. The gel was being absorbed quickly and cleanly inside her birth canal, allowing its potent effects to take hold all the faster and transform her into a willing plaything.
The massive surge of dopamine caused her synapses to fire wildly; her eyes rolled back in her head, and her fingers and toes curled into spasms. Her heart was pounding. Overwhelmed by the extreme sensory overload, she began to laugh and cry uncontrollably. She was intensely euphoric yet deeply ashamed of her behavior. She was sweating and trembling all over. Her system was once again on the verge of total collapse. Ver grabbed the pole and turned the twitching mare positioning her ass and pussy for a new angle because, after all, the customers wanted to see the whole package. Steve gave her a thumbs-up.
The entire device wobbled and rattled metallically with each new spasm. The two rods had pushed far enough that Jen’s vulva was now exposed. A fine, continuous stream of ejaculate flowed from her. A beautiful and natural sight of a young woman in complete ecstasy. Her clitoris was hard and erect, demanding further stimulation. Ver was taking a small risk, but it was worth it, she thought. She slipped on a small, textured rubber thimble she always carried for herself, dipped it in the gel, squatted behind Jen, and carefully slid the finger between her open legs without touching anything.
She signaled to Steve to film a close-up. Then, as if in slow motion, she moved the textured finger towards the highly aroused C-spot, touching it only lightly. She didn’t have to do much, because Jen herself was moving intensely, rubbing her clitoris against the textured surface entirely of her own volition. Now there was no stopping our young heroine; her pussy squirted and spurted in all directions, the metal frame wobbled, rattled, and squeaked even more, and Ver had a delighted laugh on her face. A touch of envy mingled with the pleasure, but it quickly vanished. Jen gasped and panted like an animal, her small breasts breaking free from their unnatural confinement and reveling in their freedom.
They danced through the air, her tight ass and her powerful pussy marching willingly, almost aggressively, and demandingly back and forth on the bolts. In, out, in, out and “more” both seemed to be screaming. Jen was a slave to her own body and gasped for air. Her little heart raced, the back bent to the extreme, the brain running on emergency power, her spinal cord had taken over all the necessary functions. Jen was in a frenzy, all her reward and arousal centers firing until total exhaustion.
Then suddenly, silence. Jenny had collapsed, unconscious, knocked out in the second round. Bodily fluids gushed from every orifice, her pussy and asshole were still twitching around the shafts, as if they wanted to keep going, but her body was too weak. It had given up. Ver was pleased with herself and her work, while simultaneously again recognizing Jenny’s potential. She knew the clients would love her “nova talent”. They freed Jen from her harness, each plug plopped audibly out of her tight holes, reluctant to let them go. With practiced ease, Steve removed the body from the rack and carried it over to the table, gently placed it on the tabl, and then dismantled the device.
Ver took the rest of the gel, positioned Jen’s legs, and let it run into her now slightly parted pussy. She made sure it reached all the way to the back before she laid Jens’s legs back down. Not a drop escaped the young tight cunt. Then she adjusted the microkini as if nothing had happened and covered her with a towel. Meanwhile, Jen’s body began to absorb the gel. Ver, exhausted from all the hard work, ordered another espresso and something to eat. It was already late afternoon, and she checked her phone. Sil had called several times, wanting to know why she couldn’t reach her daughter. She was sick with worry. Ver sent her a voice message assuring that Jen was fine. She also sent her some pictures of Jen posing attractively. She let Sil know that Jen wouldn’t be home until late that evening and that she would take her.
Then Ver started editing the existing pictures and videos. Everything had to be made available to the clients. The material was invaluable, after all. In parallel she updated the personnel file: capable of multiple orgasms, squirting, likes pussy juice, submissive, 100% slave potential. After about 30 minutes, Jen was back among the living.
Ver: “Well, sleepyhead, back again? Are you feeling well rested?” Jen’s head was pounding and she had terrible headache.
Jen: “What happened? Did I pass out again?” she asked in frustration, and her pussy and asshole were burning.
Ver: “Yes, unfortunately. After I gently restrained you, you just collapsed. Your circulatory system definitely isn’t very robust. That’s a setback in your modeling credentials.”
Jen: “I can’t explain it at all. This has never happened to me before.” she was sobbing.
Ver: “I bet you haven’t had to work that hard yet. Your body seems to be operating at its limit. You need to get much more athletic if you want to become a real model.” Jen was disappointed. “But don’t get discouraged, I’ll take care of you. By the way, your mother sends her regards.” Jen’s mood lit up a bit. “She says you should listen to me and do what I say.”
Jen: “Can I speak to her?”
Ver: “Unfortunately not now, honey. You need to concentrate. We have one more pose to practice today. The last one is definitely easier than the other two. But first, get yourself together. Can you sit up straight?”
Jen: “Yes, I think I can do that now.”
She sat up, and more bodily fluids oozed out of her. She was so embarrassed. Ver handed her a tissue and looked down at her sympathetically, which hit Jen hard. Then Ver shook her head, intensifying the negative feeling.
Jen: “I’m so sorry. Really…” she began to sob again.
Ver: “Now go to the restroom and clean yourself. It’s on the right in the hallway.”
Jen: “I’m supposed to go like this?”
Ver: “Sure, surre everyone walks around like this. Hurry up, we don’t have much time.” She waved Jen away with her hand.
Deeply ashamed, Jen hurried away. The hallway was freezing cold compared to the room. She shivered a little, got goose bumps and her nipples were all of a sudden rockhard from the cold. Once in the restroom, she had to pee immediately. But there was only one stall and a men’s urinal. She realized only now that it was a unisex restroom.
Jen: “Hi, I really need to use the restroom. How much longer will you be?”
Man: “A long time, honey. Do you need to poop or just pee?” Embarrassed again, she didn’t know how to respond to that.
Jen: “Could you please hurry up a bit? I really need to pee.”
Man: “Then pee in the men’s urinal.”
Jen: “I’m supposed to pee in a urinal? But… I… well…” she stammered, confused.
Man: “Do you need to pee or not?”
Jen: “Well, yeah… really very much.”
Man: “Well, that settles that.”
Jen stood at a men’s urinal for the first time in her life and tried to pee into it. Luckily, it wasn’t hung very high and she was tall. She pushed her thin bikini bottom to the side, squatted in front of the urinal, and relieved herself. What a great feeling! All of a sudden a handsome young man came in, stopped, and watched her pee. Jen was extremely embarrassed and tried to avoid his gaze, but the man acted as if it were perfectly normal. When Jen was finished, she tried to reach the paper towles by the sink, but it was too far away. The young man helped her and smiled kindly.
Jen: “Thank you so much,” she said shyly.
Young man: “You’re welcome. It’s always the same here. Not enough toilets for everyone. Nice bikini by the way. Are you a model too?” she blushed.
Jen: “Well, yes, I think so.”
Young man: “Nice to meet you. I’m Toni. Maybe we’ll see each other again sometime.” he said whith an extremely charming smile.
Jen: “Yes, that would be great,” she said, shyly and embarrassed.
Toni smiled back and looked her up and down. Then he winked at her. She quickly washed her hands and went back into the warm room where Ver was already waiting for her.
Ver look at her with a surprised expression: “Did you walk around like that outside?” Jenny did not understand. “Your pussy honey. Your pussy. You little naughty one.” she winked at her.
Jenny was shocked and deeply embarrassed. In her excitement over Toni, she had completely forgotten to adjust her bikini. Toni had seen everything. Oh God, she would never be able to face him again. What a disaster. She was on the verge of tears.
Ver: “Oh oh, don’t start crying, it happens to all of us… somehow sometimes. Bare skin is perfectly normal in our business. Get used to it.” Jen tried to swallow her shame and tears. At the same time she knew that she had not only shown bare skin, but her entire private parts. “Okay, now come here and take position one, right in front of me. Do you remember?” Jen knelt in front of Veronica.
Jen: “Like this, isn’t it…?” She posed as best she could. Ver was clearly enjoying the view.
Ver: “Legs wider, chest out more. Come on, up straight, you’re a model. Head down, eyes closed. Very good, keep practicing. Now position two. Look directly at me.” Jen got into position. “Look into my eyes.” Her gaze was cold and demanding.
Jen tried very hard not to disappoint Ver. Then Ver stood up and walked around Jen. Jen stayed as she was. She lowered herself onto Jens’s back with her full weight, which really wasn’t much, until her spine emitted a clearly audible crack. Jen flinched slightly, but her expression remained unchanged, because she knew what was at stake.
Ver: “Ah, that’s exactly what I wanted to hear.” she said happily “…and your back has a really good fit. Wouldn’t you say so, Jen?” Before she could say anything, Ver started bouncing on her. “Yes, very good shape and springiness, young and elastic, we can build on that.”
Jen: “Uhh… uhhh…” With each moan, a short breath escaped her young lungs.
Ver: “How does that feel? Are you strong enough to carry my entire weight?” Jen was eager to prove it.
Jen: “Yes,… I think so.”
Ver laughed: “Very well, then let’s give it a try. After all, you know that young mares have to learn how to be ridden.” Jen just nodded, thinking what a strange joke that was.
Ver was going much harder now, her full weight on the young back whose spine tried to cushion every impact as best as possible. She felt Jen’s pain and couldn’t help but grin wickedly, because Jen didn’t say a word. Then she stood up, let herself fall back down, and again. Jen groaned in pain. Then Ver gathered her elegant skirt to above her knees, walked around the girl and sat down opposite her in the comfortable chair. As she sat down, she made sure that Jen had a clear view of her pussy.
Ver: “This chair isn’t nearly as comfortable as you were just now,” she said, winking at Jen. “By the way, you handled that really well. Models have to be able to put up with things like that during shoots, whatever the client asks for, and that can sometimes be very strange. You mastered it beautifully.”
Jen felt proud of herself and regained some of her self-confidence. She enjoyed the relief and was about to adjust when she noticed the bare cunt right in front of her. Shyly, she avoided the sight.
Ver: “Hey what’s wrong with you young lady? Head up, eyes open, and straight ahead,” she commanded. Jen followed her somewhat reluctantly. Didn’t she know she could see her pussy? “Now find a fixed point in front of you and focus on it. Don’t take your eyes off it once you found it. Then arch your back to relax. This exercise also comes from yoga and is called the cat pose.”
Jen: “Thanks a lot Ver, I am learning so much today.”
Ver: “And that’s exactly what it’s all about today, isn’t it? It’s great that you’ve already realized that. You’re welcome, Jenny. Now focus, honey, focus!”
Jen had no choice but to choose Ver’s broader crotch directly in front of her as her focal point. She looked at the beautiful blinking clitoral piercing in front of her nose. Her back and neck relaxed noticeably as she arched her back. She closed her eyes because she was embarrassed to look at another woman’s vulva. Ver noticed this.
Ver: “Eyes open and focus, Jenny.” she obliged. “Now back to the starting position.” Jen arched her back again, her gaze fixed on Ver’s bare lips. She bent her back as far as she could, until it hurt. “Ahh, good girl. Keep going and keep your eyes focussed. That automatically improves your posture. Okay, one more time, and this time I’ll guide your movements.”
Veronica enjoyed the control she had. She slid even closer to Jen and cupped her torso with both hands, running them along her ribs and past her small, firm breasts. Then she began to gently massage Jen’s back with warm hands. Jen enjoyed the soft touches, her face disappearing each time between Ver’s legs and half under her silk skirt. Now she was only inches away from Ver’s pussy and unsure whether she should say something. Ver beat her to it.
Ver: “So Jenny, are you enjoying this?”
Jen: “Actually, yes. Just…”
Ver: “What? Spit it out!”
Jen: “It’s a little unusual, and I’ve never been this close to another woman before.”
Ver: “Is that so… and is it bad for you?”
Jen: “I don’t know… I don’t think so.”
Ver: “Should we stop?”
Jen: “Oh no, no.”
Ver: “You want to become a model, right? You have to tell me if that’s no longer the case.”
Jen: “Oh no… ähm yes, definitely I want to be a model. I shouldn’t have said anything.” Ver grinned at her pityingly.
Ver: “Well then, let’s continue and we will make you a supermodel exactly in the niche where you fit. And I already know which one it is.” Ver continued to massage her back and pulled her head closer to her crotch.
A familiar scent enveloped Jen’s nose like a faint memory. Was Ver aware that her gaze was fixed on her pussy? Was she doing it intentionally, or just by accident? It was inconceivable to her that Veronica would do something like that intentionally. She seemed so regal and professional. Should she say something, or simply continue? Jenny was uncertain and decided to wait and see where this led. She decided to close her eyes again, savoring the warmth between Ver’s thighs, the touch of her warm hands, and the intoxicating scent emanating from the pleasurable triangle between her legs. She began to relax more and more.
Ver noticed the onset of relaxation, the lack of resistance, and continued massaging her new mare. She wanted to enjoy her between her legs for a few more minutes before moving on to the next stage: feeling her breath on her labia and the warmth of the young body in her hands, offering itself willingly.
Ver: “How do you like that, Jenny? Am I doing it too hard?”
Jen: “It feels really good.”
Ver: “I’m glad to hear that. Are you enjoying it?” Jenny was a little surprised by the question.
Jen: “Yes, very much.”
Ver: “Very nice. The modeling life has many beautiful aspects. Like this one. Now take a deep breath, little one, then hold it and exhale slowly. That will relax you even more.”
Jenny did as she was told, and the smell of Veronica’s crotch flowed through her nose and mouth and filled her lungs. She held her breath for a few seconds so that the scent of this exquisite piece of a pussy could unfold, spread and take root in her body. Never had her own honey pot ever smelled so good, she thought. Then she slowly exhaled. Veronica felt the warm breath on her lips. A feeling of pure bliss washed over her. Everything was going exactly as she wanted. This happened several more times until Jenny got used to it.
Ver: “Very good, Jen, and one more time. But this time breathe in very slowly and consciously through your nose. Close your eyes and notice how your lungs gently fill with air, how your chest expands, and how your breath flows calmly through you. Feel the comforting warmth that surrounds you, like a protective shell that carries you. Let go. Surrender to this moment without haste, without resistance. Notice how, with each breath, a deep, quiet relaxation spreads within you.” Jen followed without resistance and enjoyed the moment between the legs.
Ver: “Do you feel it gently enveloping you?” She nodded. “Very good. After all that effort, you deserved this relaxation.”
Jen closed her eyes and started to breathe slowly again as Ver gently massaged her back. Ver was positively surprised. Another sign that Jenny was learning to appreciate her pussy. After exhaling, Jen tasted the scent on her tongue. It was strange and fascinating at the same time. She opened her eyes and looked directly at Veronica’s pulsating vulva. It lay innocently before her, the piercing moving slightly in time with her movements. Just a few inches away. Should she dare? Just once, very briefly… The situation was already awkward enough, and Ver certainly wouldn’t notice. No, she couldn’t do that. Ver would definitely get angry, and her modeling career would be over.
At that moment, Ver deliberately spread her legs further to create more space for her face and slid forward a little further. Jen flinched slightly.
Ver: “Don’t worry Jen, I just want to get better access to your lower back. I can tell you’re very tense in that area. Just keep breathing and enjoy the moment in all its facets.”
She wanted to access the small buttocks as well and now her lustful lips were only a breath away from Jen’s, the scent even more intense, and she took a very deep breath. She tasted the perfume Ver had sprayed on her vulva that morning. She practically coated her insides with it. Ver noted this with great approval and a feeling of success and satisfaction welled up inside her. Jen, on the other hand, somewhat surprised by herself, expected a reprimand, which never came. Hadn’t Ver noticed that she had sniffed her pussy and enjoyed it?
Of course she had noticed and decided to take advantage of the situation. She leaned forward even further and she grabbed the young buttocks with both hands and pulled them wide apart jerking the body towards her. In doing so, she pushed her pussy right into Jen’s face. Then back again, and forward once more. The young nose buried itself a little deeper each time in Ver’s increasingly wet pussy. She could clearly feel it inside her and how it slid over her clit. What a sublime feeling. At the same time, she massaged the small, firm ass with her slender hands. Ver would never have dreamed of getting this far with her new mare after just one day. She repeatedly pulled the girl’s cheeks apart, so that her pussy made audibly wet sounds. The little slut is enjoying this, Ver thought, savoring the moment. With a hand gesture, she instructed Steve to film everything from every angle.
Ver: “You’re doing that really well, Jenny. Again?”
Jen: “Well, Ver, um… I don’t know,” she stammered between Ver’s legs.
Ver: “Fine, then I’ll decide.”
She said this and pushed her pussy back onto the pretty face. Then again and again. Jenny didn’t protest or resist. She pretended to continue massaging her back and her little ass. Still no protest. Then she stopped, because she herself was on the verge of a beautiful and, in fact, well-deserved orgasm.
Ver: “Oh yes… Great, Jenny, we’ll definitely do that again soon,” she said, laughing and aroused. “But now, you sweet thing, we need to practice the third position. How’s your back now?”
Jen: “Um, uh… well,” she stammered.
Ver: “What is it? Did this relaxing exercise leave you speechless young lady? First, get into position one, and then speak clearly.”
Jen had just experienced her first lesbian facefuck and was still completely overwhelmed by the experience. She didn’t really know what to feel or say. Arousal, shame, self-doubt, and euphoria mingled into a jumble of emotions. She felt lost in her feelings. Like a newborn, she left the warm and safe lap and got into position one. Ver made only minor adjustments, spreading the aspiring model’s legs a little wider to better present what really mattered. Soon, she hoped, the girl would be sitting naked at her feet in position one. But now she had to move her into the next position, and it had to be as if Jenny were doing it willingly.
Ver: “So, how’s your back?”
Jen: “It’s much better now.”
Ver: “Thanks?”
Jen: “Thanks to the great massage, Ver.”
Ver: “Exactly,” she grinned. “You’re very welcome. You’re a little wet around the nose, Jenny. You must have been a bit hot down there. Here, take a towel and dry yourself off.”
Jen: “Thanks, Ver.” She rubbed the vaginal fluid off her face.
Ver: “So, we’ll do this again soon.”
Jen: “Yeah, well… I, I don’t know,” she stammered again.
Ver: “That wasn’t really a question, my little one and I’ll take that as a definite YES.” Jen looked at her, puzzled. “No, no, your gaze remains lowered. In position one, never, under any circumstances, look the client in the eyes. Head bowed, eyes humbly directed toward the floor, ideally closed.”
Jen: “Yes, Ver, please excuse me.”
Ver: “No problem, honey, we’re still practicing. Now for the third position. It’s simply called ‘Wall’. Stand up, go to the wall, place both hands flat against the wall at face level, stand with your legs wide apart, arch your back slightly, and stick your bottom out. Never look directly at the client. Come on, give it a try. You can stand up now, Jenny.”
She did as she was told and went to the nearest wall without looking at Ver.
Ver: “”Make sure you always walk like a model,” Ver admonished her. “We are proud models with honor and decency.”
She stood against the wall and posed exactly as instructed. Ver walked around her, making adjustments here and there. Then she ran her flat hand down her back and onto her buttocks. Jenny enjoyed the gentle touch of the warm hand. It slid further down her buttocks, past her crotch, and along the insides of her thighs. Jen was very aroused, as the gel was still working very effectively. The hand continued down her young body, over her stomach, to her breasts, lingering briefly on each. Her small, even breasts fit perfectly in Ver’s hand. She massaged them lightly, feeling her wildly beating heart.
She continued her hand down towards Jen’s cleavage and neck. It stopped at the girl’s throat. She felt her pulse, her windpipe, and every breath. She began to gently massage Jen, then to choke her slightly. Jen panicked and didn’t know what to do. She wanted to say something, but he got in her way again.
Ver: “I don’t want to hear a word. Head back, eyes closed, mouth wide open, and tongue out,” she commanded. “Remember your promise: you do what I say without questioning it.”
Jen reluctantly did what Ver wanted. Ver’s hand remained at her throat. She began compressing both carotid arteries, and Jen was already feeling dizzy and her vision was blurry. Ver knew exactly what she was doing, because at that moment she placed the index and middle fingers of her other hand on Jen’s tongue. She waited a few more seconds, and just before Jen lost consciousness, she pushed her fingers deep into Jen’s throat. Down the long tongue, past the roof of her mouth to the back of her throat and Jen didn’t gag. Moments later, she fainted again. Ver skillfully pulled her fingers from her throat and caught Jen. Ver had the information she wanted. Jen had no gag reflex. Then she let Jen’s body fall to the ground. Jen hit the ground hard. After a few minutes, she regained consciousness with a heavy headache.
Ver: “Well, awake again? What’s wrong with you, kid? Your circulation is way too weak. You can’t become a model like that.”
Jen: “I’m so sorry. Please excuse me again. I, I… I think I haven’t eaten enough today.”
Ver: “No excuses. Some models don’t eat all day and still don’t keep collapsing all the time.”
Jen: “I’m sorry. I’ll train more and harder.”
Ver: “Oh yes you bet but I’ll have to put it in your file. Now, position 3 again, please.” she said, feigning annoyance.
Jenny jumped up with all the strength she had and stood against the wall. She really did her best. For the last hour and a half of the evening, Ver had her repeatedly demonstrate the three positions and enjoyed bossing the girl around. Jen was so willing that she even crawled around on all fours in front of Ver when Ver demanded it. Ver kept making her change into different outfits, each more provocative than the last, and took loads of photos and videos. She also added another walking session in plateau high heels, so Jen could tell everyone at home what she had learned that day. It was very late when the session finally ended. Jenny had barely eaten anything all day and hadn’t drunk enough. She was completely exhausted.
When Ver finally allowed her to get dressed, she was glad to be able to put on normal clothes again. She got dressed, and they went back upstairs. Most of the others had already left when Ver handed her back her phone. When she turned it on, there were dozens of messages from her mother. She was worried. Jen was annoyed and a bit scared, but Ver reassured her.
Ver: “Send your mother a voice message saying we’re on our way.” Jen nodded and did as Ver asked. “Okay, let’s go then. My car is downstairs in the underground parking.” Ver owned an expensive Mercedes, and Jen was very impressed. “So, do you like it?”
Jen: “Yeah, awesome.”
Ver: “Good. If you keep working hard, you can afford one like that soon. You have the potential.” Jen blushed.
Jen: “You think so?”
Ver: “Under my guidance, definitely.”
On the way, the two talked about things like jewelry, money, clothes, family, and makeup. When they finally arrived at Jen’s place, Ver became very serious.
Ver: “Jen, it’s been a great day with you. You’re a wonderful young woman. We’ve experienced and learned so much together today, and you’re now part of the Nova Talent family. If you want to be.” Jen pondered. “You don’t want to? After all, you made it through the whole day. That was very good. You can be proud of yourself.”
Jen: “Ver, can I be honest?” Ver nodded. “I’m not sure. It was very tiring, and I had some strange feeling and dreams.”
Ver: “Those were probably just your dizziness.”
Jen: “Yeah, maybe, but…”
Ver: “What? Spit it out girl.”
Jen: “Well, I’m a little embarrassed, but I saw your private parts and accidentally touched them. You definitely didn’t notice, and I swear it really was an accident. I hope you’re not mad at me?”
Ver: “What? When did that happen?”
Jen: “When you were so nice to massage my sore back. Which I really really appreciated.”
Ver: “OMG, and you took advantage of that?”
Jen: “I’m really, really sorry, and that’s why I can’t become a model at your agency. I made a huge mistake.”
Ver: “No, no, young lady. You’re not getting away with it that easily. I told you we could always talk about anything. Now we’re talking about this.” Jen just stared at her, dumbfounded. “Yes you made a big big mistake but but I may forgive you. Let me ask you smoething, how did you feel about it?”
Jen: “Guilty. I shouldn’t have done it.”
Ver: “…and yet you did. Did you enjoy it? Be honest, I won’t judge you.”
Jen: “I don’t know, maybe a little bit?”
Ver: “Was it your first time with a woman?” Jen nodded shyly, thinking, *My first time ever*. “Okay, don’t worry about it, I forgive you. You’re young and inexperienced and I didn’t even notice it. If you want to talk about it, just let me know.”
Jen: “Phew, I thought you were really mad at me.”
Ver: “Not at all honey. Okay, that’s settled. So, are you in now?”
Jen: “Absolutely,” she grinned from ear to ear.
Ver: “I’m so glad, you can’t imagine,” she said with a friendly smile. “Now, one more thing: you’re not allowed to talk to anyone about what happened today. These poses and techniques you learned are Nova Talent’s intellectual property and our competitive advantage. Not a word about any of it to anyone. If someone asks, even your mom or dad, explain the walking exercises. If they ask, show them. These three poses guarantee that only we get bookings for you, Please stick to it, my new model talent.”
Jen turned bright red and was incredibly proud. She was now a Nova Talent model. Ver gave her a small, elegant bag, like something from an expensive designer boutique. It contained a set of elegant, transparent, black lingerie, a small black heavy dildo, a small pack of pills, and a jar of gel.
Ver: “Please apply the gel liberally to your skin morning and evening. This will regulate your hormone levels. Not on your face, but on your arms, legs or belly. It’s best to apply it to mucous membranes like your vagina, as they absorb it best there. But not in your mouth or nose.”
Jen: “Okay, I’ll do that.”
Ver: “The pills are contraceptives that you’ll take regularly from now on. This will give you more feminine curves. From now on, you’ll also stay away from men and boys. Our algorithm has determined that there’s a high probability you’ll mate in the near future. That would hinder our training progress. Now you know why I had to ask all those intimate questions. I am still sorry but it was necessary” Jen smiled understandingly.
Jen: “I haven’t had a boyfriend anyway.”
Ver: “Very good, and that’s how it’s going to stay for longer. Dicks are taboo for you from now on. That’s why I’m giving you this little super expensive dildo, in case you can’t resist it anymore. Always have it with you and use it in combination with the gel. Last but not least, the underwear is just a little gift from me for you to celebrate this wonderful day. You’ll definitely look stunning in it.”
Jen: “I’ll immediately try it on once I am in.”
Ver: “Nice, share some pics with me. I think it’ll definitely suit you. If you run out of gel or pills, we’ll get you more. Just let us know. You’re part of our family now.”
Jen: “Oh, I’m so, so happy.”
Ver: “We are too honey. Now go, your mother’s waiting impatiently at the front door. Oh, one more thing… how did you like my piercing?”
Jen looked at her, confused. Veronica laughed heartily, and Jenny laughed too. Then she went inside to her mother’s house. Veronica waved to them both and drove off. She immediately made a call.
Ver: “Alexa, call Cancun.”
Alexa: “I’m calling Cancun, Veronica.” The phone rings.
Cancun: “Hi, what’s up this time?”
Ver: “I have another young mare that needs to be well trained for the marked. Get everything ready. We’ll arrive in three and I want the stallions. At least three of them for every new mare each three sessions. Can you arrange that?”
Cancun: “Same setup as always?”
Ver: “Sure. The stable and paddock must be prepared.”
Cancun: “Always at your disposal, boss.”
Ver: “Wonderful and please invite our valuable buyers Jeff, Don and Andy.
Cancun: “Ahh big business ahead.”
Ver: “You bet. See you soon.” she grinned and hang up.
To be continued…
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