Aubree's First Apartment

Aubree’s First Apartment

Part 6

Chapter 13: A Deal Made / An Alliance Formed

Winston sat in the large study. Bookshelves lined the walls.  The smell of stale cigar smoke hung in the air mixed with the thick scent of old manuscripts . Drumming his fingers impatiently on his thigh, he looked across the large wooden desk at the small man seated on the other side.

After several minutes, Winston leaned forward. “Well? What do you think? Do we have a deal or not? I haven’t got an eternity here.” Winston felt irritated and impatient. “What more do you need? She’s as pretty as they come and well trained.”

The small man rubbed his chin and looked closely at the pictures spread across his desk. “Yes. She’s very cute. Nice breasts, excellent buttocks… truly a fine specimen of womanly charms.” He coughed and cleared his throat. “Cute indeed.”

Winston wanted to reach across the desk and strangle the annoying little bastard. He refrained. “Yes… Cute. Not quite the word I would use but cute works. Very sexy… Indeed.” He took out a cigarette and flicked the lighter. Blowing smoke into the air, he stared at the annoying little man. “Come on, Dean Smith. For god’s sake, you’re a man of action… take a stand… do you want your stiff prick up her ass or not?” Winston leaned back in the chair and pulled on the cigarette.

George Smith, Dean of Mercham Christian University, sighed and ran his thin fingers over the pictures spread across his desk. “Yes. Without question. I would like to put my ‘stiff prick’ up this girl’s ass, as you say. However, I must be careful. She could easily go to law enforcement and I would be ruined.” He frowned at the scraggly looking figure seated across from him. “You make a decent offer but, how can I be sure this one is trained? After all, I heard all about the events at the club on Saturday night.” He frowned. His hands shook as he wiped his forehead with a handkerchief. 

Winston looked down at the cigarette between his fingers. His jaw clenched. A quick move and this cigarette is in your beady little eye… He smiled. “Relax, Mr. Smith. This one is trained. Would Black refer me were it not so? Saturday was an unfortunate occurrence. The girl has been duly disciplined. She knows her place.” He flicked an ash onto the floor and smiled. “Come on now, Smith. You’re a V.I.P. club member. Besides, it was my understanding that you’ve had your eye on young Aubree for quite some time now.”

Dean Smith watched the ash fall to the floor. He grimaced. Uncouth fool. His gaze fell across Winston. Filthy bastard. He smiled. “Indeed, I’ve had my eye on our young Aubree for some months now. I’ve often watched her in the halls and imagined her naked and under my power. However, she always seemed aloof and arrogant. In fact, I consider it a miracle that you’ve managed to bring her into the fold... Your fame as a trainer is only highlighted with this one.” Smith hesitated and stared at the ceiling. His brow creased. He folded his hands on the desk. “I would hypothesize that Mr. Black would be reluctant to send you here unless he trusted you completely…” He paused again and sighed… He seemed to be deep in thought.

Winston stared at Smith with unfeigned disgust. He opened his mouth to speak, but stopped himself just in time. Instead, he took another drag of his cigarette and glanced down at his watch. Fucking bastard… arrogant little man… arrogant little man with lots of cash… He exhaled a cloud of smoke and smiled pleasantly.

Finally Dean Smith cleared his throat. “Black trusts you. So, I will trust you as well.” He leaned forward and placed his chin on his hands. “jacta alea est”.

Winston stared blankly. “What?”

Dean Smith laughed. “The die is cast my new friend. The die is cast.” He opened a desk drawer and pulled out an envelope. Leaning across the desk, he placed the parcel on the desk in front of Winston. He tapped it with his finger. “The agreed amount.” 

Winston snatched the envelope up and looked inside. He ran his thumb across the wad of money. “I assume I don’t need to count it?” The cigarette hung on his lip.

Dean Smith smiled. “Do as you must.” Watch the ash you filthy bastard.

Winston shoved the envelope into his pocket. “Now for the other part of our deal. The cash covers the club’s fee. However, to get Aubree for two nights alone… unattended… that’s another matter entirely. You know there are strict rules regarding unattended access to the girls… Especially access outside of the club environment… outside of Black’s consent. ” Winston flipped his ash onto the floor.

Dean Smith grimaced. “Yes. A regrettable but understandable regulation.” He sniffed loudly and pulled a large manila folder from under his desk. “Amber Anderson, heh?.” He opened the folder and glanced down. “A freshman… 19 years of age… nubile…” He flipped through the file. “I’ve reviewed her performance. Not such a good student… on the verge of failing in fact. Certainly in need of extra credit.” Dean Smith raised an eyebrow at Winston. “Your plan may have a chance.”

“A damned good chance.”, Winston said as he leaned forward in the chair and crushed his cigarette out on the heel of his boot. “A damned good chance… Plus, if you want Aubree alone, this is the only way… Amber for Aubree… and I did all the work with Aubree… she’s trained. Amber is raw material. I’d say your getting the better end of this agreement, Dean.”

Dean Smith took an inhaler out of his pocket and placed it on his lips. He pressed the button and inhaled deeply. He stared hard at Winston through troubled eyes. “I don’t know… I’m not a gambling man but, my desire for young Aubree compels me to agree to this crazy plan.” He leaned forward and pressed the intercom button.

“Yes, sir?”, the voice on the other end of the intercom crackled.

“Send Ms. Anderson in please.” Smith released the intercom button. He looked at Winston and lowered his thick white eyebrows... “Remember… nothing rash… we both have irons in the fire here. Proceed with all due caution.”

Winston nodded. Yeah. Whatever. Fucker. He smiled and gave Dean Smith a wink. “No worries, old chap.” He turned and looked over his shoulder as the door opened. His mouth watered as the young girl stepped inside. Blondie. “No worries.”

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Amber Anderson was nervous as she stepped into the Dean’s office. The air was cold on her bare legs. She smoothed her skirt and looked up at the two men seated in front of her. She trembled slightly. She knew her grades had been bad. But, it wasn’t her fault… she tried her best… she studied every night and listened closely to her professors. She took copious notes. Still, she was failing. Her dad would simply kill her if she flunked out of Mercham. Now, here she was in the Dean’s office. It’s not fair… just not fair! This is lame… maybe it’s not about my grades…

She swallowed hard as she stepped forward. “You wanted to see me, sir?” She glanced up at the Dean through long lashes. Her bright green eyes darted between the Dean and the strange man seated in front of the desk. Who is this guy? He looks familiar…

Dean Smith nodded. He motioned her forward. “Stand here, Amber.” He pointed at a spot in front of the desk. He watched as Amber walked forward and stood before him with her hands folded in front of herself. Picking up a pen, he tapped it gently against his chin. “I’ve been looking over your records, Amber. Frankly, your grades have been less than desirable of late.” He creased his brow and lowered his thick spectacles. “We pride ourselves on academic achievement here at Mercham. It troubles me to see any student failing. It is the reason I’ve called you here this afternoon.” His eyes narrowed and he stared hard at the nervous girl over the rim of his glasses. 

Amber shifted her feet and smoothed her skirt. “Sir… I’ve really been trying… I’ve been studying and doing everything the professors have recommended. I’m really doing my best…” She blinked rapidly… as she always did in uncomfortable situations.

Winston listened to the exchange between Amber and the Dean. Their voices sounded distant. His focus was on the young girl’s shapely figure. He scooted his chair backwards to get a better look at her backside. She wore a simple black skirt and off shoulder white top. Her legs were bare down to her black heels. His eyes traveled up the back of her legs and across her firm ass. He could make out the thin outline of her panties through the tight fabric of her skirt. I wonder if you’re a true blonde? Several inches of bare flesh were exposed above the top of her skirt and the bottom of her shirt. Her lower back looked smooth and soft... tan. Her hips were shapely and her legs were perfect. He noticed the tattoo peaking from the top of her skirt. Tramp stamp. He smiled. He was fascinated by her firm thighs and curvaceous butt. He leaned forward to get a side view and was delighted by her large bosom. Nineteen going on twenty-five… girls grow up fast these days…not wearing a bra either…yum! He felt his cock stiffening and adjusted his jeans.

Dean Smith waved his hand in the air, stopping Amber’s protests. “I understand you’ve been trying, dear girl. Effort is not the issue here. Your failing grades are the issue. It would seem the university isn’t connecting with you…” He cleared his throat. “At Mercham, we strive to provide our students with every possible resource to ensure success. In your case, I feel additional guidance will be required. Allow me to introduce Mr. Winston.” He extended his hand towards Winston.

Amber turned towards Winston and nodded. “Hello.” She smiled politely. Weirdo..

Winston smiled back. “Hello, Amber.” His eyes traveled over her ample chest. Hello, Blondie.

Dean Smith grunted. He looked down at Amber’s file. “I see you are majoring in The Arts.” He looked up at Amber.

Amber shook her head, weakly. “Yes, sir… The Arts.”

Dean Smith smiled. “Well, Mr. Winston operates a private photography studio and has generously volunteered to work with some of our pupils from the Art Department… on an extra credit basis.” He looked back down at Amber’s file and thumbed through the pages. Glancing back up, he continued, “Mr. Winston has agreed to allow you to work at his studio after school to obtain extra credits. I believe this would be a great boon to your academic prospects.” He pursed his lips and nodded in Winston’s direction.

Amber looked at Winston and back at Dean Smith. “A photography studio?”

Dean Smith nodded. “Yes, dear. A photography studio. You will be given extra credits for working with Mr. Winston at his studio. Hopefully, these extra credits will be enough to give you a passing grade. Your academic success is Mercham’s overriding goal.” He lowered his thick eyebrows. 

Amber smoothed her skirt. “What would I be doing at the studio?” Amber was nervous and somewhat excited… working in a real studio… extra credit… Amber’s heart raced. She wanted to be a professional photographer.  

Dean Smith cleared his throat. “You will work at Mr. Winston’s discretion. It will be a learning experience in a real world environment. Mr. Winston will assign tasks and grade you on performance. In the end, his judgment will be final.” Smith paused. “You should consider this to be a second chance at academic achievement.” He paused. “The alternatives look bleak with the grades you have received thus far.” He glanced down at her file and shook his head disapprovingly.

Amber nodded. “I could sure use the extra credits…” She brushed her long blonde hair off her shoulders. “I appreciate this chance, sir. My dad would positively disown me if I flunked out of Mercham.” He’d take my car… my allowance… stop paying my bills…

Dean Smith closed Amber’s file and rapped his knuckles on the desk. “Done. You will work at Mr. Winston’s studio two nights each week. Tuesday and Friday. You will start tomorrow.”

Amber nodded. So sudden??? She looked over at Winston.

Winston produced a small business card from his shirt pocket. He had used the photographer scam before… it paid to have friends in the art community. Calling in another unpaid favor… Winston smiled and extended the card to Amber. “The address is on my card. Dress casual… Does 6 PM sound good?”

Amber took the card. “Yes, sir. 6 PM is okay. I have plans for later tomorrow night… How long will I be working at the studio?” He looks familiar…

Winston shrugged. “Should be a couple of hours each evening… we’ll see.” Plans? Like drinking beer with your little boyfriend? His smile broadened.

Amber nodded in agreement. “Okay… I’ll plan on 6-8 PM.” She turned to Dean Smith. “Thank you for allowing me the opportunity to earn these extra credits. I promise I’ll take every advantage, sir.”

Dean Smith nodded. “Indeed. Very well then, Amber. I certainly hope to see your marks increase in the very near future under Mr. Winston’s added care. I’m sure you’ll make your father proud.” He smiled. 

Amber looked nervously around the room. “Thank you, sir. Thank you again for allowing me this additional assistance.” She turned to Winston. “Pleasure again to meet you, sir.” A photographer? Doesn’t look like a photographer…

Winston held out his hand. “The pleasure is all mine, Amber. See you at tomorrow.”

Amber shook  Winston’s hand and turned towards the door. Her heels clicked loudly on the wood floor as she closed the door behind herself. That was lame.

Both men watched the adorable teen as she left the room. Her hips swayed seductively… almost unconsciously… almost. Winston adjusted his pants while looking at the top of the girl’s tattoo peeking from beneath her skirt… I’ll be seeing more of that soon…

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As the door closed, Dean Smith stood up. “I’m somewhat nervous about this whole thing. I trust again that you will do nothing rash?” He raised a questioning eyebrow in Winston’s direction.

Winston laughed. “Calm down, old man. I’m a professional. I’ve played this game on more than one occasion. This isn’t my first rodeo… Isn’t that what you say in the south?” He chuckled.

Dean Smith nodded. “Fine. A professional… a real cowboy…” He walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a bottle. Pouring himself a drink, he turned to Winston. “I assume we’ll break the news to young Aubree tomorrow when she returns to school?”

Winston stood up. “Yep. I think she’ll be excited to hear she’ll be spending a couple of days at your country house and away from me. She doesn’t like me very much.”

Both men laughed.

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Winston was excited as he left the Dean’s office… A new conquest… a new challenge… a new slave… He whistled as he walked to his truck.

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Chapter 14: Sentence Passed

Aubree awoke suddenly. She shot a glanced at the clock beside her bed. 7 AM already? She sighed. Sitting up, she rubbed her eyes and stretched. Back to school… I’m so not ready…

She stumbled into the bathroom and flipped on the light switch. Placing her palms on the counter, she leaned forward and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her mind raced. She closed her eyes… remembering… Sunday had been a bad day. Winston had forced her to clean his truck inside and out. After that, he had taken her back to his apartment and put her to work as his own personal cleaning service… making her scrub the bathroom, vacuum the floors and do his laundry. All the while, he continued to call her Fuck Toy. Periodically, he had taken her to his bedroom. On Monday morning after forcing her to give him a blowjob, he had sent her home telling her to, ‘study hard’ for school. He had stayed away all day on Monday and Aubree had tried to resume her studies without success. She just couldn’t seem to focus.

Now, it was Tuesday morning. Her first class was in a little over an hour. She was unprepared. She turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on her face. Slipping out of her nightshirt, she pulled the shower curtain aside and stepped in. I have to keep going until I can figure this out… As the steamy water streamed over her body, she began to relax. Maybe I can move… switch schools… never let him know where I’ve gone… I need to call daddy and momma… I haven’t spoken with them in …

Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the bathroom door causing Aubree to jump and scream. Then came Winston’s voice, “Fuck Toy? Are you ready for school?” Aubree’s eyes widened as she backed against the shower tiles, covering her breasts. She watched in stunned silence as the shower curtain parted. Winston smiled in at her, his eyes roaming over her nude body. He pulled the curtain completely aside and looked down at his watch. “It’s 7:15. Why aren’t you dressed? Your first class is at 8:30 and we have a little meeting to attend prior to class.” He grinned devilishly. Grabbing her arm, he spun her around and swatted her backside. The sound of his hand on her bare butt was loud. “Get the soap rinsed off and be quick about it, girl.” He spun her back around and looked down between her legs. Reaching out, he ran his hand over her pubic area. “And let’s have this shaved… all of it… if there’s one thing I can’t stand it’s an unruly bush.” He laughed. “I want it as smooth as the day you were born… get moving!”

Aubree was in shock. Although she had started to expect his unannounced appearances, she just couldn’t completely accept her new loss of privacy. She stammered… “Yes, sir.” She reached for the shower curtain. Winston slapped her hand away. “Leave it open, tramp. I want to watch… to make sure you get all nice and clean.” He sat down on the counter and folded his arms. “Get busy, Fuck Toy.”

Aubree stepped back under the showerhead and began to wash the soap out of her hair. Water is getting on the bathroom floor… She ran her hands over her face and turned to allow the water to run down her back. Out of her peripheral vision she could see Winston watching her. Pervert. He produced a camera from his pocket and Aubree saw the flash. She felt sick. More pictures… I’m in deeper and deeper… What did he mean about a meeting to attend???

Winston snapped another picture. “Bend over and rinse that filthy little crack, tramp.”

Aubree bent forward and allowed the water to stream between her buttocks. The camera continued to flash. You sick bastard…

Winston stood up. “Get moving, Fuck Toy. Let’s get that pussy shaved.” He grinned and snapped another picture.

Aubree slowly reached for the shaving cream and razor. Her eyes darted around the bathroom. What’s happening? Who am I?… She squeezed a small amount of shaving cream onto her palm. Glancing back up at Winston, her adorable lips turned into a frown. “Please don’t take anymore pictures, sir.” She hesitated. “I’ll shave it off… okay? Please just stop taking pictures… I don’t want…”

“Shut up, baby girl!” Winston laughed. “I don’t care what you want. You are my property now. I’ll take pictures whenever and wherever I see fit. Now get busy! Shave that filthy fuckhole!”

Aubree choked back tears. It’s not a fuckhole… She massaged the warm cream between her legs and worked it into a lather. As she applied the razor, Winston continued snapping away. “That’s it, girl. Get it all off… I want you bare… like the little baby girl you are…”

Aubree couldn’t look up at his face. Shame washed over her. No matter how many times he humiliated her, the shame never seemed to dull. Dolphins in the ocean.. Swimming free…

Finally, she was done and splashed water between her legs, looking up at Winston as she stood beneath the shower spray.

He smiled. “Stand up straight, girl. Hands at your sides. Spread those legs.” He walked over and bent down, running his large hand over her privates. He slipped a finger inside her.  “That’s good. Nice and smooth.” He gave her butt a squeeze. “Now get that water turned off and dry your filthy little ass.” He turned and walked out of the bathroom, shaking water from his hand.

Aubree turned the water off and stepped out of the tub. She dried herself off and squeezed out her long hair. She paused momentarily, listening to the water drip in the bathtub. Her heart raced. Wrapping the towel around her body, she stepped into the hallway and looked around. She could smell his cologne. Jerk… She crept forward and peeked around the corner. 

Winston was in her bedroom, sitting on the bed. Dolphins… dolphins… free… She swallowed hard. 

Winston looked up. “Get your little ass in here, Fuck Toy.”

Aubree slowly stepped into her bedroom. She noticed a small bag sitting on the bed next to Winston. He reached over and opened the bag. “I decided to buy you a little something when I was out yesterday.” He glanced up at her and winked. “Lose the towel, baby girl.” He snapped his fingers.

Aubree felt hatred for this despicable man. I’m not a child! I’m eighteen! I’m an adult now! She looked at Winston’s eyes. A cold chill ran down her spine. He’s pure evil… what momma would call a devil’s spawn… dolphins in the ocean… swimming free…

Aubree let the towel fall to the floor and stood fully nude in front of her tormentor. She watched as he reached into the bag. He produced a small red bra and a matching pair of satin lace-up hiphugger panties. The panties had a criss-cross back which would fully expose her butt. He thrust them at her. “Put these on.”

Aubree took them from him with hesitation. “I have my own panti..”

Winston cut her off. “Shut up, Fuck Toy. I spent my hard earned money on these and you will be wearing them today.” He folded his arms and smirked.

Aubree hung her head in resignation. “Yes, sir.” She stepped into the panties and pulled them up. They were small… very small and very tight. Her exposed butt felt cold underneath the criss-cross back. She could feel her crack on full display. She pulled the bra over her shoulders and fastened the clasp. The material barely covered her nipples much less her ample cleavage.

Winston eyed her from head to toe and nodded approvingly. “Perfect fit.” He glanced down at her bare feet. “Your toenails need to be painted. With those pretty feet, you should show them off. I want those nails painted red. I assume you have polish?”

Aubree nodded. “I don’t like red… I have some but…”

“Shut up, girl!” Winston stood up and cracked his knuckles. “Get the polish out and get busy. I want you to look your best today. Hurry up.”

Aubree walked across the hall and into the bathroom. She could feel Winston watching her. She opened the bathroom cabinet and took out the red nail polish.

Winston walked across the hall and leaned against the bathroom door. He looked down at his watch. “Hurry it up, girl!”

Aubree sat down on the edge of the tub and painted her toenails. Red… I hate red…

Winston watched the nude girl as she painted her nails. Such pretty little feet. His eyes roamed up her bare legs and over her firm breasts and sexy little face. He looked at his watch. “Hurry up, baby girl. You don’t want to be late for school.”

Aubree finished painting her nails and looked up at Winston. “It will take a little while for the polish to dry…” Guess we’ll be late for that little meeting… She suppressed an urge to smile.

Winston looked at his watch. “We haven’t got much time.”  He stepped forward and grabbed her arm. “Never mind that. You can carry your shoes with you and put them on at the university.” He pulled her up. “Get moving and get dressed.” He pulled her into the bedroom. “I want you in your tightest jeans and that adorable cut off shirt you enjoy wearing on the weekends. You know… the one that highlights your big tits and shows off your tight little stomach.”

Aubree hesitated. “Sir… I can’t. It’s a school day…That’s against university rules. Cut off shirts are strictly forbidden. Anything above the navel is prohibited on campus.”

Winston shrugged. “No worries, girl. I know the Dean. Now get dressed. And get your shoes out… you can put them on later. Move it!”

Aubree felt a cold chill run down her spine. He knows the Dean??? What’s happening???

She opened her closet and took out her tight jeans and cut off shirt. She felt numb as she got dressed. Dolphins…

Winston smiled as he looked at the incredibly sexy girl. Money in the bank… He clapped his hands. “Now fix your hair and make up. I want you to look real nice. Wear the glossy lipstick. I want those cock cushions you call lips to be nice and shiny.” He glanced at his watch. “You have 10 minutes. I want to be out the door by 7:50... Get moving!”

Aubree stumbled back into the bathroom. Oh my gawd!

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Winston cranked the truck engine and looked over at Aubree. The teenager sat in the passenger seat with her arms crossed over her bare stomach. She held her shoes in her lap. She looked so adorable in her tight jeans and short shirt. He could see goose bumps rising over her arms. The book bag between her bare feet completed the picture. What a perfect little school girl… Winston smirked and turned on the radio. He shot a glance back at Aubree as she stared away from him and out the window. “Okay, girl. Let’s go to school.”

Aubree shivered. “Sir… please… I’m not dressed appropriately… this is against university regulations… Plus, I have my own car… why are you driving me to school?”

Winston lit a cigarette and blew smoke at Aubree, causing her to cough. “Don’t worry, Fuck Toy. I have an inside angle.” He laughed as he backed out of the parking space. He cranked up the stereo.

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As they pulled onto the university campus Aubree sank down in the seat, trying to hide. To her dismay, Winston drove straight to the Administrative Building and parked his truck just outside the front doors. Several students were seated on and around the front steps, talking. They looked up as the truck pulled up, loud music blaring from the windows. 

Winston turned off the ignition and looked over at the nervous girl. “Let’s go, Fuck Toy. Grab your book bag and get your shoes on...” He stepped out of the truck and walked around to the passenger side. Opening the door, he pulled Aubree out by the elbow. “Come on, whore.” He laughed as the young girl struggled to pull her shoes on. “Hurry up, Fuck Toy.”

Aubree blushed. Stop talking so loud. People will hear… She frowned.

Winston smirked. “Let’s go, cock tease.” He pulled her forward.

Aubree felt nauseated as she followed Winston to the main doors. I look like a prostitute… She held her bag in front of herself in an attempt to cover her bare stomach. Winston opened the front door to the building and motioned Aubree inside. “After you, little missy.” Aubree hurried through the door. She heard whispers from behind her. I hope I don’t know any of those kids…

Aubree stepped into the main foyer of the Administrative Building and glanced around. Fortunately, only a half dozen people were on hand… Aubree noticed her Political Science professor standing nearby. He smiled and waved. Shyly, Aubree waved back. She held her book bag tighter against her tummy. Oh my gawd!

Winston grabbed her arm, pulling her forward. “Come on, lazy girl.” As Winston pulled her along, she noticed her professor looking over his shoulder. He’s looking at my shirt… Shame washed over her. I’m in violation of the dress code… 

Winston led her down the main hall and past several loitering students and staff members. Aubree recognized several people and felt sick. They’re looking at my clothes… I’m violating the dress code…

At the end of the hall, Winston stopped outside of a large door marked “Dean’s Chamber”. He opened the door and pulled Aubree inside. An older woman with grey hair glanced up from her computer monitor. “May I help you?” Her eyes fell to Aubree. A slight frown formed on her lips. She looked back at Winston.

Winston nodded. “Yes, ma’am. My name is Winston. I have an appointment with Dean Smith.”

The woman’s eyes narrowed. “Winston whom? May I say?” Her judgmental eyes shifted between Winston and Aubree.

Winston smiled. “No. Just tell Dean Smith Mr. Winston is here.”

The woman shot a disapproving glance at Aubree and back at Winston. “An appointment with the Dean you say?”

Winston took a step towards the desk. “Yes. Are you hard of hearing? I have an appointment. He’s expecting me. I was just here yesterday. Don’t act like you don’t know me, lady. Now call him.” He placed his hands on the desk, palms down and stared directly into the woman’s eyes.

The woman shrank back into her chair. Her hand shook visibly as she reached for the intercom. “Dean Smith?”

Smith’s voice crackled back over the intercom. “Yes, Beatty?”

“I have a Mr. Winston here to see you with a young…” Beatty looked at Aubree… “With a young… lady.”

Aubree blushed.

Smith’s voice came back. “I’ll be right out.”

Moments later the large door to the inner chamber opened. Dean Smith stood in the doorway. He ran his hand over his balding scalp. He adjusted his thick glasses. “Mr. Winston… what a surprise… please… come in.” He smiled at Beatty. “Thank you, my dear.”

Dean Smith hurried Winston and Aubree into his office. He closed the door behind himself and flipped the lock into place. He shot an angry look at Winston. “For god’s sake, man! What are you doing here? Our meeting was at 5 PM… after classes have adjourned.”

Winston shrugged and lit a smoke. “Oh well… plans change. Allow me to introduce Aubree.” Winston waved a hand. “I think you know her.” He blew smoke rings into the still air.

Dean Smith looked at the cowering girl. His anger melted away as he drank in the lovely girl standing before him with her book bag held over herself. His gaze started at her feet and moved up her legs, over her jeans and shirt and came to rest on her adorable, down turned eyes. “Hello, Ms. Sidney.”

Aubree nodded. “Hello, sir.” She continued looking at the floor. Her heart raced. How do they know each other?

Dean Smith motioned them forward. “Come in. Take a seat.”

Winston walked over to a chair and sat down. He watched as Aubree placed her bag on the ground and started to sit in a large chair. He snapped his fingers. “No, ma’am… no ma’am. You will remain standing for the duration of our meeting.” Winston motioned her up with a another snap of his fingers.

Aubree stood with her hands folded and looked down at the carpet. What’s happening???? Dolphins….

Dean Smith walked around his desk and sat down. He glanced over at Winston.

Winston crossed his knee and folded his arms. “Well Dean Smith, we have discussed Aubree Sidney’s indiscretions… in detail. I think you know where she stands.”

Aubree’s heart pounded. She felt her cheeks flushing. Like a bad dream…

Dean Smith leaned forward and placed his elbows on the desk. “Yes. Indeed we have. I have been most troubled to hear of her deplorable behavior.”

Winston raised a finger. “Number one, she has acted like a vixen and displayed her body in the most vile manner for all to see. Just look at her choice of clothing today.”

Dean Smith grunted. “Put your hands at your sides, Ms. Sidney. Let me have a look at your attire.”

Aubree shifted her feet uncomfortably and lowered her hands. She felt the Dean’s eyes burning into her exposed midsection. She held a hand over her bare stomach. Stop looking at me that way… stop looking at my tummy…

“Hands by your sides, Ms. Sidney. Don’t make me ask you again.” Dean Smith leaned forward as Aubree dropped her hands. “Your clothing is certainly inappropriate for a college setting.” He shook his head. “A disgusting display.”

Winston raised a second finger. “She has indulged in illegal substances and defiled her mind with poison.”

Dean Smith shook his head. “Unacceptable. Shameful. Regrettable.”

Aubree bit her bottom lip. Her cheeks blushed furiously. Oh no… Oh no…

Winston raised a third finger. “She has engaged in all sorts of sexual activity and debased herself in the eyes of all society. As proven by the pictures and video which I have provided.”

Dean Smith nodded in agreement. “Yes, indeed. Horrible activity. Certainly grounds for expulsion.”

Aubree felt tears welling in her eyes. “Stop it… please… you know this isn’t true… you made me do those things…” She looked angrily at Winston and back at Dean Smith. “Sir, I didn’t want…”

Winston cut her off. “Shut your mouth, little girl. Or, do we need to show Dean Smith what happens to naughty girls on their bare bottoms?”

Aubree chewed her bottom lip and looked at her shoes. Her cheeks flushed and her mouth felt dry.

Winston stood up. “Aubree? Do we need a demonstration of what happens when little girls are disobedient? What happens on their bare bottoms?”

Aubree rubbed her nose. “No… sir” Her voice was weak.

Winston sat back down. He looked at Dean Smith and winked. “I have tried to teach her, Dean… I have failed…” He looked over at the humiliated girl. “Therefore, I am turning her over to you, Dean Smith. As an educator, hopefully you will have more luck than myself.” Winston paused and looked up at Aubree. He saw the tears running down her cheeks. He looked back at Smith. “Will you accept this responsibility, sir?”

Dean Smith nodded gravely. “It is my duty. Although, I must admit I am somewhat disappointed that Aubree has fallen into such a state of disgrace… I will certainly do everything in my power to bring her back to the straight and narrow path.”

Winston let out an exaggerated sigh. “Thank you, Dean. I have certainly reached my wits end with her. She is obstinate and refuses to listen to guidance. I find corporal punishment to be the only effective way of getting her attention.”

Smith rubbed his chin. “Hopefully, such extreme measures will not be required. However, I will not hesitate to use them if necessary.” His eyes roamed over Aubree’s adorable, teenaged body… Those measures will be necessary for sure…

Aubree wiped her eyes. She attempted to speak but couldn’t find her voice. She was in complete shock at the sudden change of events.

Winston walked over and stood inches away from Aubree. His breath was hot as he whispered into her tender ear. “I am sorry that it has to come to this, girl. But, you leave me no choice. Your deplorable behavior warrants my seeking additional assistance. Mr. Smith is a professional educator. I have made him familiar with your vices. He has agreed to intervene on your behalf.” Winston paused and ran a large hand over Aubree’s smooth back... underneath her shirt…“I am leaving you in Dean Smith’s care for the next 48 hours. I have given him full authority to discipline you as needed. Do you understand?” He squeezed her butt through her tight jeans. “I’ve given him permission to discipline you on the bare little butt if required. Do you understand?”

Aubree choked back a sob. “Yes…” She looked down at her feet. Her vision blurred with tears.

Winston pinched her neck. “Yes what?”

Aubree swallowed. “Yes, sir.”

Winston glanced at Smith and grinned. “Okay then, little girl. I will be back to pick you up on Thursday morning. You be a good little baby girl and obey Dean Smith in my absence. Remember, everything he does is for your own good. Do you hear me?”

Aubree nodded weakly. I’m not a baby…

Winston walked over and extended a hand to Dean Smith. “Good luck, Mr. Smith.”

Dean Smith nodded and took Winston’s hand. “Thank you.” He meant it. He licked his lips as he looked at the cringing girl. Aubree Sidney… I have watched you in the halls of this campus longer than you understand… what a delectable little treat…

Winston walked to the door. He shot a glance over his shoulder. “See you on Thursday, girl.” He closed the door behind himself and was gone.

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Chapter 15: Serving Time with the Dean:

Aubree stood looking down at the wood floor. She shut her eyes. Dolphins… momma and daddy…in Reed… She heard Dean Smith walk back around the desk and sit down. She heard him flick a lighter and the smell of cigar smoke filled the air. I have to reason with him… make him understand…

Without looking up, Aubree ventured to speak. “Dean Smith, I don’t know what that man has told you but I can explain…” She sniffled.

Dean Smith exhaled cigar smoke. “Ms. Sidney, please remain silent.” His words were final.

Aubree inhaled deeply. She started to speak but bit her lip instead. She folded her hands in front of herself and twiddled her thumbs, nervously.

Smith looked at the shame faced teenager and smiled. This was money well spent… He drew deeply on the cigar and blew smoke rings into the air. “Ms. Sidney, I have three rules which are tantamount and must be obeyed at all times. First, you speak only in response to me. Second, you will use no phrases of a questioning nature. Third, you will remain in my sight at all times for the next two days. Do I make myself clear?”

Aubree nodded her head almost imperceptibly. “Yes…” Her voice was weak and barely audible. Why is this happening to me? I have class in a few minutes… 

Smith pulled on his cigar and placed his feet on the desk. He frowned at the girl’s folded hands. “Please lower your hands to your sides.”

Aubree dropped her hands.

Smith smiled. His eyes roamed over her firm breasts and bare stomach. “You must not attempt to cover yourself in my presence. From the pictures and videos I’ve witnessed, it would seem you are not ashamed of your body. Isn’t that correct, Ms. Sidney? No shame?”

Aubree looked up at Dean Smith through her tearstained lashes. “I was forced to do those things, sir. It wasn’t by choice. Winston is an evil man…”

Smith frowned. “Mr. Winston is a good citizen attempting to help a wayward girl. I am happy for your sake that he has brought your indiscretions to my attention. As Dean of this university, my responsibility is to the student body. As you are a part of the current student body, I will do everything within my power to help you, Ms. Sidney.”

Aubree closed her eyes. She felt cold and weak.

The Dean continued. “We both know you have much at stake here, Ms. Sidney. Your behavior over the next 48 hours will influence the remainder of your adult life… expulsion from this school would condemn you to a life of mediocrity. You understand this?”

Aubree nodded weakly.

Smith sat up in his chair and crushed the cigar out. “This is a very serious situation, Ms. Sidney. Mr. Winston has told me stories about you that frankly, I find hard to believe. The thought of any student at Mercham behaving in such a disgraceful fashion is repulsive to me.”

Aubree chewed her bottom lip. “Sir… please allow me to explain…”

Dean Smith shook his head. “I think not. Mr. Winston has explained quite enough.” He paused. “It would appear you’ve already forgotten rule number one.”

Aubree crossed her arms over her breasts. “I was responding to you, sir. I meant no offense.” She rolled her eyes.

Smith stood up and stretched. He cracked his knuckles. “Unfortunately for you, Ms. Sidney, I am offended. I just gave you my three simple rules not two minutes ago and already you’ve broken rule number one.” He walked around the desk and stood next to Aubree, frowning. “My, my…you are indeed a disobedient girl, aren’t you?”

Aubree took a step back. “Sir, please… I don’t think you have a clear picture of the true circumstances. Please allow me to explain…”

Dean Smith began to walk around Aubree. Circling her. “You are violating rule number one, yet again.” His eyes roamed over her body…

Aubree folded her arms over her stomach and closed her eyes. “Sir, please… please listen to me… Winston is crazy… he’s evil… he’s been forcing me to do things…”

Dean Smith continued to circle the pleading girl. He shoved his hands into his pockets.

Aubree could feel the Dean walking around her through her closed eyelids. He has to listen… She inhaled deeply. “Sir… he made me pose for those pictures. He forced me to do those things. He’s blackmailing me… none of the things he says are true…”

Dean Smith continued to circle the weeping young girl.

Aubree continued, “This all started at the swimming pool at my apartment. I noticed him on a balcony… snapping pictures of me by the pool. He’s a pervert.”

Dean Smith continued circling Aubree.

Aubree felt light headed… sick… “Please, sir… Do you understand?… He’s blackmailing me… He caught me with some pot… told me I would be in trouble… I …”

Dean Smith continued walking around her. He removed his hands from his pockets and folded them across his chest. He stopped in front of her and looked at her closed eyes.

Aubree’s chin quivered. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She opened her eyes and stared directly into the Dean’s face. “You understand. Right? He’s evil…” Her heart pounded as her adorable brown eyes searched his face.

Dean Smith frowned. “No. I’m afraid I don’t understand Ms. Sidney. From the evidence I’ve seen, you willingly submitted to everything. I see no evidence of coercion. In fact, from your behavior this morning, I would say you have no self discipline whatsoever.”

Aubree choked on her sobs. “Sir… I don’t think…” She broke down completely and held her hands over her face.

Dean Smith slowly unfastened his belt. He had waited months for this moment. He pulled the belt from his pants slowly and savored every word of his next pronouncment.

“I had hoped we wouldn’t have to pursue harsh measures, Ms. Sidney. Unfortunately, your behavior warrants attention. Now, unfasten your jeans and lower them to your ankles, Ms. Sidney.”

Aubree sobbed even harder. Why is this happening?? Oh no….oh no…

Smith flexed the belt in his hands. “Ms. Sidney?”

Aubree pressed her hands against her face. “Pl…please…”

Dean Smith smiled. “Unbutton your pants and take down the zipper, Ms. Sidney. Do it now, please.”

Aubree let her hands fall to her sides and stood looking at the floor.

“Ms. Sidney? Are you hard of hearing? Please unfasten your pants and lower the zipper.”

Aubree shivered. “Sir, this isn’t appropriate.” She bit her bottom lip as tears trickled down her cheeks.

“Who are you to say what is and isn’t appropriate?”, Smith snapped. “After the pictures I’ve seen, I would say nothing is inappropriate in your estimation, Ms. Sidney. Shameful little child!” He stretched the belt in his hands. “Now, unfastened your jeans… lower the zipper… and… take… down… your… pants.” He paused. “NOW!”

Aubree felt the blood pounding in her temples as she slowly unsnapped her jeans and lowered the zipper. The sound was loud in the quiet room.

Smith watched as her zipper came down and her red panties came into view. “That’s a good girl. Now, lower your pants to your ankles please.”

Aubree rubbed the tears out of her eyes and slowly pushed the jeans off her hips and down her legs. They fell into a crumpled heap at her feet. Oh gawd!

Smith walked behind the weeping girl and drank in her bare legs and bottom. Stunning. He appraised her crisscross panties and delicate ass crack on full display. “An interesting choice of undergarments for such an innocent girl, Ms. Sidney.” He snapped the belt in his hand.

Aubree bit her bottom lip. “Winston made me wear them, sir.”

Dean Smith chuckled. “A likely story. Everything seems to be Mr. Winston’s fault. How convenient.”

Aubree nodded her head. “Yes, sir. He made me do those things and wear these clothes… I didn’t want…”

Dean Smith stopped her. “That’s enough Ms. Sidney. I’ve had my fill of your lies. Please take your panties down.”

“No! Please, sir!” Aubree took a step forward and almost tripped on her tangled jeans.

Smith laughed. “Not very graceful. Now please… take your panties down, Ms. Sidney. Don’t make me have to pull them down for you.”

Aubree choked back her tears. “Sir, please don’t do this. I’m a decent girl. It’s not what you think!”

Smith was becoming angry. “Ms. Sidney, I am going to count to three. If your panties aren’t on the floor by the time I reach three, this interview will be over and I will proceed with expulsion papers.”

“One… Two…”

Aubree hitched her fingers into the elastic waistband of her panties and pushed them quickly to the floor. She stood up and placed her palms over herself. Tears ran down her cheeks.

Dean Smith took a step back and admired her completely bare ass. He walked around and stood in front of her. He stared at her beautiful face and smiled at her tightly closed eyes. His gaze fell between her legs. He admired her shaved pussy through her fingers.  “Please lower your hands to your sides, Ms. Sidney. I told you once not to attempt to cover yourself.”

Aubree let her hands fall by her sides. She chewed on her bottom lip.

Smith glanced down between her legs. “Completely shaved. Not exactly the sign of a respectable young girl is it?” He walked behind her and glanced down at her bare buttocks. “Now get your shoes off and step completely out of the jeans and panties.”

Aubree bent down and pulled her shoes off. She swallowed hard as she stepped out of her jeans and pulled the panties off her feet.

Dean Smith watched as Aubree bent forward and removed her clothing. What an ass! Oh lord, thank you! He pointed at his desk. “Fold your clothes neatly and place them on my desk.”

Aubree knelt down and folded her jeans and panties. She placed them on his desk with her shoes on top.

Smith watched her. His heart raced with pent up lust. “That’s it, Ms. Sidney. Now bend over and grab your ankles. I’m going to give you ten swats of the belt for your disobedieance.”

I’m not disobedient… you’re a pervert… Aubree leaned forward and grabbed her ankles. Oh no…

Smith raised the belt and came down hard across the girl’s bare backside. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Aubree wept uncontrollably. Dean Smith smiled and continued to apply the belt to her lovely backside. Filthy little whore…

After ten strokes, Dean Smith wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. His hard cock throbbed in his pants. Such a pretty little thing… He admired his handiwork. Large red welts had formed on Aubree’s bare buttocks. You deserve every bit of this… He took a deep breath. “Okay, Ms. Sidney. I think that’s enough for now. You may stand up.”

Aubree slowly stood. She ran her fingers over her aching buttocks. Oh… ouch… oh…

Smith placed the belt on the desk and loosened his tie. “Do you play with yourself, Ms. Sidney?” He unbuttoned his jacket. 

Aubree rubbed her sore backside and tried to focus. “No, sir. Of course not. Never.” She watched as the small man walked over and sat down on the edge of the desk.

Smith stared at her. “You are lying, Ms. Sidney… Mr. Winston has told me all about your masturbation habits… in detail. You have very filthy thoughts…”

Aubree inched towards the desk. “May I have my jeans back now, sir?”

Smith shook his head. “No, you may not have your jeans back. In fact, after what I’ve heard from Mr. Winston, I’m curious about your masturbation practices.” He pushed Aubree away from the desk. “Perhaps your dirty thoughts are causing you to behave in such a shameful manner.” He paused and stroked his chin. “There must be some reason you’ve decided to walk down the path of filth and darkness.”

Aubree held her hands over her privates. “Sir… I…”

Smith rolled his eyes. “Again, you disobey my rules… Please lower your hands immediately.”

Aubree dropped her hands to her sides. She breathed deeply and wished her cut off shirt covered more flesh. Stop looking at me… this isn’t right…

Smith’s eyes were fixated between Aubree’s legs. “What do you think about when you play with your little slit, Ms. Sidney?”

“What?”, Aubree stammered.

“When you play with yourself, Ms. Sidney… when you rub your hard little clitoris… what do you fantasize about?” Smith’s focus remained locked on Aubree’s exposed privates.

Aubree shifted her feet. “Nothing…  really don’t play with myself, sir. I just…”

Smith stood up. “Shut up, Ms. Sidney.” He grabbed her panties from the desk and walked over and stood in front of her. He held the crumpled panties under her nose. “Open your mouth.”

Aubree took a step backwards. “Why? What are you doing? I have to get to class, sir…”

Dean Smith stepped towards her. “Open your lying little mouth. NOW!” He grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him.

Aubree closed her eyes and opened her mouth.

Smith smiled. “Wider… wider… open your mouth all the way… like when you’re sucking your little boyfriends.”

Aubree opened her mouth fully. She shook visibly. Her fingers clenched at her sides. Her nails cut into her palms…

Smith shoved the panties between her lips. “There. Isn’t that a nice fit? You can keep these in your lying little mouth until you’re ready to tell the truth.” He took a step back and smiled at the humiliated girl. “As far as classes, you won’t be attending them today or tomorrow. You will stay with me and if you disobey me, you may never be attending classes at Mercham again. Do I make myself clear, Ms. Sidney?”

Aubree stood motionless. The taste of her own panties was disgusting.

Smith gave her a light slap on the thigh. “You may nod your head yes or no. Do I make myself clear? Ms. Sidney?”

Aubree nodded in the affirmative.

Smith crossed his arms. “Classes are out for today and for tomorrow. If you wish to attend this university in the future you must do exactly what I say.” He pointed at the corner. “Go stand over there. Put your nose against the wall and do not turn around unless I tell you to do so…”

Aubree slowly shuffled across the room and stood facing the corner. She felt like gagging.

Smith clapped his hands. “Nose in the corner, Ms. Sidney! Right up against the wall!”

Aubree pressed her nose against the wood paneling and crossed her hands over her bare butt.

Smith shouted at her, “Hands at your sides, Ms. Sidney! If you try to cover yourself again, I’ll beat that little butt of yours black and blue!”

Aubree let her hands fall to her sides and stood weeping in the corner.

Smith walked over to his desk and sat down. He had some paperwork to complete before taking vacation for the next two days. He smiled. Warmth filled his groin as he looked at Aubree’s tight ass on full display. Money well spent…  

After several minutes, Smith placed the cap on his pen and looked up at Aubree. “Okay, Ms. Sidney. Please get your pants and shoes back on. Don’t bother with the panties.”

Aubree slowly turned around and walked to his desk. She reached for her panties.

“No, Ms. Sidney. Leave the panties alone.” Smith leaned over and grabbed the panties, shoving them into his jacket pocket. “Just your jeans and shoes.”

Aubree wiped a tear out of her eye as she pulled on her tight jeans. She stepped into her shoes and looked up at Dean Smith. “Sir? May I go to class now? I’m late.”

Smith shook his head. “Not a chance, Ms. Sidney. I told you once, you shall not go to class today and depending on your behavior, maybe never again.” He frowned at her.

Aubree looked down and bit her bottom lip. Dolphins in the ocean…

Smith stood up. “Now, Ms. Sidney. I want you to go out to the front of the building and wait for me on the steps. Do you understand?”

Aubree folded her arms over her bare stomach. “Yes, sir.” She turned and walked out of his office.

Dean Smith watched the girl as she closed the door behind herself. I’m going to have fun with you… He walked over to the liquor cabinet and took out a bottle. Not bothering with a shot glass, Smith took a long pull on the bottle. Life can be good sometimes…

Smith walked out of his office and looked at his assistant. “Beatty, I’m going to be gone on business for the next two days. I plan to return on Friday.” He handed her some documents. “Please see to it that these vacation papers are filed with the HR department.”

Beatty looked up at him. What’s going on here? “Yes, sir.” She smiled. Something isn’t right…

Smith ignored Beatty’s questioning eyes. “I’ll see you on Friday morning, my dear.” He stepped towards the door.

Beatty shook her head and looked back at her computer monitor. Must be nice to take vacation without notice. If I tried to do that… She shrugged her shoulders.

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Dean Smith hurried out the front doors of the administration building. Aubree was sitting on the steps, her arms folded over her bare stomach. He rushed over to her. He looked at his watch. Classes will be changing in less than ten minutes… we have to be gone…

Smith snapped his fingers. “On your feet, Ms. Sidney. Get moving.” He grabbed her elbow and guided her down the stairs. He hurried her to the faculty parking lot and pushed her towards his SUV. Opening the door, her motioned her inside. “Get in.”

Aubree allowed him to guide her into the vehicle. She jumped as he slammed the door shut. She watched as he hurried over to the driver’s side. Why the rush? She looked down at her lap. Why is this happening to me?

Smith jumped into the SUV and slammed the door. He started the engine quickly and pulled out of the parking lot. I hope no one sees us… He glanced at the rearview mirror. I’m glad my windows are tinted…

As he pulled onto the main road, Smith began to relax. He turned towards Aubree and exhaled deeply. “Okay, Ms. Sidney. You will be staying with me at my vacation house for the next 48 hours. I will do everything in my power to correct your deplorable behavior.” He watched the girl as she turned away from him, staring out of the window. His face flushed with rage. She’s ignoring me!

Smith reached out and grabbed Aubree’s earlobe. He gave it a hard twist. “Are you listening to me, Ms. Sidney?”

Aubree yelped! “Ouch! Yes! I’m listening, sir!” She winced in pain. “Please stop twisting my ear, sir… it hurts!” She tried to push his hand away, without success.

Smith smiled. “I know it hurts, Ms. Sidney. It’s supposed to hurt. Sometimes little girls need a bit of pain to get their attention.” He twisted her ear again.

“Owww! Please stop!” Aubree grabbed his hand. “Please, Dean Smith. Please stop. I’m paying attention!”

Smith gave her ear a final hard twist before releasing her. “Failure to pay attention will be met with strong disapproval, Ms. Sidney.”

Aubree shrank back against the passenger’s side door and held her hand over her throbbing ear. What did I do? She pulled her legs up and sat with her chin on her knees. I just want to go to class. Why is this happening?

Smith watched the young girl out of the corner of his eye. Delicious. “It’s going to be a long drive, Ms. Sidney. My vacation home is rather remote. Why don’t you get comfortable?”

“I’m okay, sir.” Aubree looked at him nervously. “I feel fine.” She tried to smile.

Smith smiled back. “Nonsense. You don’t look very comfortable to me. You look a little warm. Why don’t you slip your shirt off?” He watched as the girl tensed. She didn’t move. “Are you listening to me, Ms. Sidney?” He reached over and took her earlobe between his thumb and forefinger, giving it a gentle pull.

Aubree bit her bottom lip. Please don’t twist my ear again… She shivered slightly. “I’m not warm, sir. Really.”

Smith squeezed her ear. “Take your shirt off, Aubree.” He cleared his throat. “Please don’t make me have to ask you again.” The threat in his voice was clear.

Aubree looked down at the floorboard and slowly hitched her fingers underneath her shirt. With a sigh, she pulled it over her head and off. She folded it in her lap. 

Smith felt his cock stiffening as her looked at her skimpy bra. It was small, fully revealing her ample cleavage. He could see the outline of her nipples against the tight fabric. He drank in her smooth bare stomach. 

“There. Now isn’t that better?” He patted her thigh.

Aubree nodded weakly.

Smith motioned to the backseat with his thumb. “You can just toss your shirt back there. It’s only in the way up here.”

Aubree slowly turned and dropped her shirt onto the backseat. As she turned towards him, she could see Smith staring at her breasts. Stop looking at me… She quickly sat back down and folded her arms over her bra.

Smith smiled. “Your jeans look a little tight, Ms. Sidney. Why don’t you unfasten the top button? I think you’ll be more comfortable.” He put his hand on her thigh.

Aubree looked out the window and fought back tears as she unsnapped the button on her jeans. Pervert. Dean Smith is no different than Winston... He wants me to strip… 

Smith’s cock was fully erect. He rubbed Aubree’s thigh. “Good girl. Isn’t that much better? In fact, why don’t you go ahead and take the zipper down? I think you need some air down here.” He slipped his hand between her legs.

Aubree closed her eyes. “I’m not wearing panties, sir.”

Smith laughed. “I know. I remember. They’re in my pocket. Now, let’s have this zipper right down.” He grabbed her zipper and pulled it down with a quick motion. He smiled as the girl trembled. With one finger, he pushed the top of her jeans apart. “There. Now you can breath.” He held his hand over her stomach and caressed her smooth skin with his fingertips. “You have very soft skin, Ms. Sidney. Do you use lotion?” He outlined her navel with the tip of his forefinger.

Aubree folded her arms over her bra. She looked away from Dean Smith. “Sometimes…” Stop touching my bellybutton…

Smith continued to caress her belly. His hand got lower and lower. His fingers slipped into her jeans. He touched the top of her bare slit. “Do you use lotion down here, Aubree? When you play with yourself?”

Aubree felt ill. “No…” Stop touching me…

Smith’s probing fingers went lower. He traced her labia gently. “You don’t use oil or lotion down here, Aubree?”

Aubree trembled with humiliation and embarrassment. “No… I don’t…” She closed her eyes tightly.

Smith parted her lips and touched the top of her clitoris with his finger. “Lubricant is helpful during masturbation Aubree and, according to Mr. Winston, you play with yourself frequently. I’m surprised you don’t use lotion or oil.” He rubbed her clitoris gently.

Aubree looked up at the ceiling and fought back tears. “Please, Dean Smith. Please stop touching me this way. It isn’t right.”

Smith continued massaging her clit. “Nonsense, Aubree. I will be touching you in this way and many other ways over the next two days… And, you will be touching me as well… I intend for us to get to know each other quite well.”

Aubree felt a teardrop roll down her cheek. She bit her bottom lip. Don’t cry… stop crying…

Smith continued to rub her clitoris. “I’m very surprised you haven’t used lotion down here. We’ll have to remedy that.” He took his hand out of her pants and patted her stomach.

Aubree squeezed her thighs together and reached for her zipper. This is sick…

Smith pushed her hands away from the zipper. “No, Aubree. Let’s keep your jeans unfastened. In fact, I want you to push them down… all the way… to your ankles.”

Aubree looked out the window. “Sir, I can’t… What about the other cars? Someone will see…”

Smith shook his head. “Don’t be silly, Ms. Sidney. My windows are tinted. Now, pull your jeans down. In fact, take them off completely. Your shoes too.”

“Please, Dean Smith. This is wrong…” Aubree crossed her hands over her lap. “Please don’t make me…”

Smith grabbed her ear and gave it a hard twist. “Jeans and shoes off, Aubree. You can put them in the backseat with your shirt.”

Aubree winced in pain as Smith twisted her ear. “Okay! Please stop!” She pulled at his hand. “Please stop… I’ll take them off…”

Smith released her ear and smiled. “Hurry up, Aubree. Get them right off.”

Aubree sniffed as she removed her shoes. She pushed the jeans down her legs and pulled them off. She turned around and dropped them into the backseat. Turning back around she folded her hands in her lap and looked down.

Smith’s cock was practically exploding as he looked over at Aubree. She was adorable, wearing nothing but her skimpy bra. “There. Much better. Now open the glove compartment, Aubree.”

Aubree hesitatingly leaned forward and opened the glove box. She immediately saw what he was after. A bottle of baby oil sat on top of the maps and other documents in the compartment. Oh no…

Smith smiled. “Please take out the oil, Aubree.” He plucked at her bra strap. “We might as well have this off as well… it’s not like it covers anything anyway.”

Aubree slowly took out the oil and placed it on the seat next to her. “Sir, please let me keep my bra on… I…”

Smith made a motion of reaching for her ear. “Aubree? Are you listening to me? Please remove your bra and put in the backseat with the rest of your clothes.”

Aubree shrank away from his hand and quickly unfastened her bra. She let it fall over her arms. Her breasts sprang into view.

Smith gave a low whistle. She’s perfect. Look at those nipples. All nice and erect… like pencil erasers. “Go ahead and toss the bra in the back, Aubree.”

Aubree placed the bra into the backseat. Now fully nude, she sat shivering in her seat.

Smith was finding it hard to focus on the road. He had a raging erection and his mouth was dry. He adjusted his glasses. “Okay, Aubree. Please open the oil and pour a little on your pussy.  Make it all nice and slick… I want you to masturbate for me…”

With hesitation, Aubree flipped the cap and squeezed a small amount of oil between her legs. As the oil trickled down her pussy lips, she looked up at Dean Smith. She opened her mouth to speak but Smith shushed her. “Quiet, my sexy little student. Don’t speak. Massage that oil all over your tight little pussy. Get it nice and slick.”

Aubree swallowed and closed her eyes. She began to massage the oil over her labia. Her fingers made a squishing sound as she rubbed herself.

Smith licked his lips. “That’s it… nice and slick. Spread your legs… wider… good… get it all wet…” He removed one hand from the steering wheel and unzipped his trousers. Reaching into his underwear, he grabbed his throbbing erection and began to stroke himself. “Spread your lips. I want to see you finger your little clit, Aubree.”

Through her tightly shut eyes, Aubree heard Smith lower his zipper and start to stroke himself. She felt ill. Sick pervert… Following his command, with two fingers she pulled her lips apart and began to gently massage her clitoris.

Smith looked back and forth from the road to the masturbating young girl. He unsnapped his trousers and pulled his cock free. He stroked himself harder. “Good… good… just like that, Aubree… play with yourself… horny little slut…”

Aubree continued to finger herself. She kept her eyes closed. After several minutes, she started to become aroused. Her mouth watered. She felt ashamed. Don’t enjoy it… this is sick… She turned her head away from Dean Smith. She opened her eyes and tried to focus on the passing cars through the tinted window.

Smith felt himself approaching climax as he watched her. Pre cum coated his shaft. He released his cock and placed a hand on Aubree’s thigh. “That’s it, Aubree… now come here…” He grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him. “Come here, my sexy little student. I want to feel your lips on my penis.”

Aubree allowed him to pull her across the seat. She held an arm over her breasts. She shivered as he grabbed the back of her head and guided her towards his lap.

“Alright, Aubree. Lean over here and give Dean Smith a good sucking. I’ve heard how much you like giving blowjobs.” He pushed her face towards his stiff prick. “Make the Dean proud…”

Aubree leaned over and took his cock in her mouth. The taste of his pre cum was salty and made her want to gag. She didn’t. Instead she ran her tongue over the base of his shaft. Just cum fast you pervert… get it over with… She paused. I’m getting better at this… Smith squeezed the back of her neck. She cupped his testicles in her small hand and ran her lips over his penis. I’m becoming a whore… I’m Fuck Toy. She closed her eyes as Dean Smith exploded in her mouth. His cum hit the back of her throat like a torpedo. She sat up in the seat, gagging. I’m Fuck Toy.

George Smith watched Aubree Sidney wipe his semen off her chin. He smiled as he zipped his trousers. I have you for two whole days little tramp… His smile broadened.

Aubree sat back in the seat and pulled her legs up underneath her chin. She glanced at Smith. “Can I get dressed now?” She already knew the answer…

The SUV sped down the road and into the late morning sun.

 

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Chapter 16: An Unwilling Muse:

Amber looked at the digital clock in her car... 6:08... I’m late, as usual… Amber was always late. Her friends joked about her tardiness. They called her ‘Amber Come Lately’. The nickname had multiple meanings and created hilarity at any party.

She slammed the car door shut behind herself and looked down at the business card. This has to be the place… She glanced up at the dilapidated building in front of her. Bad neighborhood…. Why would Mercham do business with this photographer? Weird… Lame… She activated the car alarm and hurried across the parking lot, her heels clicking loudly on the pavement. She brushed her long blonde hair off her shoulders. She was nervous… her eyes blinked rapidly…

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Winston looked from the second story window and watched the young girl as she rushed across the parking lot. First session and late already… you’ll pay for that… His eyes roamed over her tight body. Beautiful little girl… She wore a white, spaghetti strap top and tight black jeans. High heels completed her attire. Winston felt his cock stiffening as he watched her hurry towards the building. Blondie…

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Amber stepped into the main foyer of the building and glanced around. She looked down at the business card. Second level, Suite “B”… She looked at the stairs. Mmmmm… no elevator… old freaking building… lame…

She hurried up the staircase. I’m late…Winston was waiting for her at the top of the stairs.

“Hello, Amber.” He looked at his watch. “You’re late.” He looked down at the clipboard in his hand and scribbled something.

Amber blinked. “I’m sorry… I got sort of lost…” She hesitated. “I hope my tardiness won’t affect my extra credits?” She looked nervously at the clipboard.

Winston smiled. “We’ll see.” He opened the door and motioned her into the studio. “Come on in.”

Amber stepped into the large studio. She looked around as Winston closed the door. The place was huge. The ceilings were high. The studio had an open, airy feeling. Pictures hung on every available wall space. In the center of the room was a raised platform draped with white sheets. Cameras and lighting equipment surrounded the platform. A large desk sat to the side, covered with books and documents.

Amber looked at the various pictures on the wall. These are wonderful… She smiled. “Are all of these your work?” She looked over her shoulder at Winston.

He nodded. “Of course. Some of my pathetic attempts at art.” He glanced around. Right… they’re all mine… I couldn’t snap a good picture of a turd in the toilet… stupid girl. He looked around the studio. I need to ask Fred about some of the photographer lingo… I don’t have a clue… He winced.

Amber’s face brightened. “You’re a wonderful photographer, sir.” She flashed him a smile revealing flawless white teeth.

Winston smiled back. “Thank you, Amber.” I’ll relay your compliments to Fred… the real artist… Ooops… Oh yeah, Fred is in jail…. Sorry about that. He suppressed an urge to laugh. “Please. Come in, dear.” He motioned her forward with a wave of his hand. His eyes fell to her butt as she walked across the large room. Her tight jeans were practically painted on. Her ass cheeks swayed provocatively. Soon, girl… soon… His mouth watered.

Winston pointed. “Have a seat.” He nodded to a large wicker chair.

Amber sat down and crossed her legs. She continued to look at the photographs displayed throughout the large studio. “You know, I’m studying to be a photographer. I’m envious of your talent.” She smiled at Winston, her white teeth sparkled.

Winston shrugged his shoulders. “What can I say? I try.” Suddenly, Winston remembered Fred’s side room. The private photos… He looked down at the clipboard. “So… Amber. You’re majoring in The Arts?” He looked up at her.

Amber nodded proudly. “Yes, sir. I’m trying. Doing my very best… One day, I hope to be a photographer of your caliber.” Her eyes roamed over the beautiful photographs hanging throughout the studio.

Winston shook his head. “According to Dean Smith, you haven’t been doing so well lately.” He raised an eyebrow.

Amber looked down at the floor. She blinked. “It’s not the photography part that I’m having trouble with. It’s the other stuff…math… history…you know, the dull stuff.” She looked up at him with adorable green eyes…

Winston walked over and stood next to her. He pretended to look at his clipboard as he looked down the top of her shirt, examining her ample cleavage. He could just make out the top of her delicate pink bra. “Oh… Well the other stuff seems to be rather important, Amber.”, Winston said. He glanced down at her adorable toes. She’s beautiful…“In order to get a degree, you have to understand all aspects of the lesson plan.” He stepped behind her and was disappointed to find that her shirt covered the top of her jeans. He couldn’t see down the back of her pants. Shit! Son of a…

Amber laughed. “I know. I just hate all of the other stuff… math, science, literature… who cares? I just want to take pictures and be famous!” Amber stood up. “I’m surprised I haven’t seen your work before. These photos are wonderful.” She walked over and looked at the large framed pictures hanging from the wall.

Winston watched the young girl. Whatever. They’re not my pictures… they’re Fred’s… but Fred’s in jail… And you’re mine… His eyes roamed up the back of her tight jeans. He stepped towards her. “Okay, Amber. Let’s get to work, shall we?”

Amber looked over her shoulder. “Yes, sir. Of course. I’m sorry. I just really love your work…” Her bright green eyes sparkled. She was excited. My first job in a real studio!!! I’m on my way!! 

Winston felt annoyed. It’s not my work, stupid girl. “Thank you, Amber.” He forced a smile. “Okay then, let’s get started.” He nodded towards the large raised platform in the center of the studio. “I’d like for you to go sit over there. I’m going to take a few test shots before we begin.”

Amber hesitated. “Test shots, sir?” Her brow creased.

Winston smiled. “Yes. Of course. A few sample photos before we begin the actual shoot.”

Amber played with her bracelets. “You mean you’re taking pictures of me?”

Winston looked down at the clipboard and scribbled some notations. He glanced back up at her. “Yes. What did you think you would be doing here?” He chuckled and looked back down at his clipboard.

Amber shrugged. “I don’t know… I guess I thought I’d be working as an assistant or something. Helping you set up the backgrounds… adjust the lighting… you know…”

Winston shook his head. “I don’t need an assistant, Amber. I need a model. What would make you think you’re qualified to be an assistant to any professional photographer? Your still in school. You have no real skills.” He laughed out loud.

Amber blushed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t really know… I…”

Winston laughed again. “It’s okay, Amber. No worries.” He motioned at the platform. “Please take a seat.”

Amber stood for a moment in silence. A model? I’m a photographer, not a model…

Winston glanced up at her. “Amber? Are you ready to continue?”

Amber looked over at the platform. She glanced back at Winston. “I’m sorry. I’m just a little nervous. I didn’t expect to be photographed.” Her eyes blinked rapidly. 

Winston wrote something on his clipboard and frowned. “I understand, Amber. If you would like to go home and forget the extra credits it’s okay. I can find another student model.” He looked at his watch.

Amber rubbed her hands together and adjusted her bracelets. “No. No… it’s okay. I really need the credits.” She walked over to the platform and stepped up.

Winston watched the sexy young girl as she stepped up onto the raised platform. Barrier number one destroyed. He grinned. What an ass… those hips…

Amber turned to face Winston. She adjusted her shirt and brushed the hair off her shoulders. “I‘m sorry, Mr. Winston. I’m really nervous.” Her cheeks were flushed. She blinked rapidly.

Winston nodded reassuringly. “It’s not a problem. Sometimes you must be the muse before you can be the artist, Amber.” He placed the clipboard on the desk and walked over to the camera. This much about photography I know… He glanced up at the corner of the room. The video camera was recording. Excellent. He nodded at Amber. “Okay, please sit down on the stool.”

Amber walked over to the center of the platform and sat on the stool. She crossed her hands in her lap and looked uncomfortably at Winston. Now what? She shifted on the seat.

Winston looked through the camera lens. “Okay, Amber. Just unfold your arms and look towards me.”

Amber looked at the camera and tried to smile.

Winston adjusted the focus. “Good. Now look to your right and up a little.” He snapped a picture. *SNAP* The flash was bright. “Outstanding. Good. Now, hold that pose and put your left foot on the ground.” *SNAP* “Wonderful… good job… put your right hand on your knee…That’s it… hold it…head up…” *SNAP* “Excellent. You’re doing just fine.” He smiled at her. “Now, lean forward a little… rest your chin on your hand… look up... No, Amber… up… not down… Look at the ceiling… give me a pouting look… like you’re upset about something you wanted and didn’t get… give me a sad face…” **SNAP** “Now cross your legs and rest your chin on both hands… keep the pouting look…” **SNAP** **SNAP**

Winston stopped and shook his head. “No… no… this isn’t working.” He threw his hands up in exaggerated disgust. “We’re not connecting. Something isn’t right…”

Amber was nervous and uncomfortable. “I’m sorry. I’ve never modeled before. Just tell me what you want… I can do it. I know I can. Give me a chance. I’m trying.” I need these extra credits…

Winston looked at her and frowned. “This isn’t working. Let’s try something different. Why don’t you slip your shoes off?”

Uncertainty washed over Amber’s face. She hesitated.

Winston adjusted the camera. “Just slip your heels off and get comfortable, Amber.” He nodded at the floor. “You can put them over there.”

Amber looked at the floor.

Winston smiled. “Just try to relax, Amber. I’m the artist. All you need to do is follow my direction. Okay?” He looked over the top of the camera. “Just calm down… slip your heels off and relax… okay?”

Amber blinked rapidly as she unfastened the straps on her heels. This is so lame… She pulled her shoes off and dropped them on the floor. Her bare feet felt cold. Okay… She flexed her toes.

Winston looked through the camera lens. “Okay, Amber. Look this way, at me. Look at the camera… there you go… outstanding… such a pretty girl.” He held his hand out. “Follow my hand… look here… like you’re thinking of something that only you know… a secret… Good… Hold that.”

*SNAP*

“Wonderful… outstanding… Now hold that secret thought… Look up at the ceiling… you’re thinking… Good… Bravo, Amber! You’re getting it!” He smiled at her. “You’re very photogenic. You have a natural beauty which you must learn to harness.”

Amber smiled back. I’m getting it… a natural beauty… She blinked. Her heart swelled with pride. A real artist said I’m a natural beauty… She felt her cheeks flushing. I’m pretty…

Winston walked over to her. He circled the stool. “Let’s get this pose just right.” He placed his hand on her back and pushed. “Shoulders back… there you go… Now, put this hand on your knee and keep your other hand under your chin.” He ran his fingers through her hair. “Let’s fluff this up a little… good… excellent.” He walked back over to the camera. “Hold that pose.” He held a finger in the air. “Look here.”

Amber held perfectly still. Her eyes locked on Winston’s raised finger. I’m beautiful… A natural… Her green eyes beamed.

Winston snapped a picture. “Okay. Good…” He snapped another. **SNAP** He stood back away from the camera and looked at her. “You’re doing great, Amber. You’re a very pretty girl with a lovely form. But something still isn’t right.” He looked at her thoughtfully and shook his head.

Amber watched Winston. I’m trying! You said I’m a natural… She frowned. Her eyes fluttered.

Winston walked over and stood in front of her. “No. This isn’t working. Let’s try something new with you.” He stroked his chin as if deep in thought.

Amber looked down at the floor. I’m trying.

Winston’s eyes suddenly widened. He snapped his fingers. “I’ve got an idea. It just might work.” He creased his eyebrows.

Amber’s pulse quickened. Tell me … make me connect… make me beautiful… She looked at him with wide eyes.

Winston stepped back and held his hands up, making two L shapes with his fingers. He looked through his hands as if he were aiming a camera. “Okay.” He walked towards her. “Okay.” He tilted his head.

He walked back over to the camera. He glanced up at Amber. “We’ll try something new…lift your shirt a little….”

Amber stopped. “What? Why?” She was embarrassed. “Why? What do you mean?”

Winston stood up from the camera. He gave her a hard stare. He raised an arm and motioned across the studio. “Are you questioning me, Amber?”

She paused. “No. Not at all… I just don’t understand why you want me to lift my shirt…” She blinked.

Winston extended a finger and pointed at the photographs hanging throughout the studio. “You said that you admired my work and think that I’m a great photographer, correct?”

Amber looked down at her bare toes. “Yes. But, I don’t see…”

Winston cut her off. “If you believe I’m a talented photographer then you must trust me, Amber. I’ve worked with dozens of models and I know what looks good on camera… each model is different. You have a very feminine form and lovely skin tone. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Don’t be nervous.”

Amber continued to look down at her bare feet. She clenched her toes.

Winston motioned at the photographs on the wall. “How many of these models do you think questioned my expertise?” He looked at Amber.

Amber hesitated.

Winston smiled. “None of them, Amber… none of the models on this wall ever questioned me.” Winston glanced over at the nervous teen. “Why would you come to my studio, complement me on my work and then question my judgment?” He frowned.

Amber felt stupid. “I’m sorry. I’m just a little nervous... That’s all.” I’m so stupid…

Winston nodded. “Okay. No worries. I understand that.” He looked down at his watch. “We only have a two hour session tonight. Let’s get back to work. Please roll your shirt up. Lift it to just beneath your breasts.”

Amber felt light headed. This is uncomfortable… She slowly reached under the hem of her shirt and rolled it up. Her bare stomach came into view.

Winston watched the adorable girl lift her shirt. Blondie. He concealed a smile as he leaned forward to the camera. His eyes fixated on her firm stomach. Fucking beautiful… He smiled. “That’s it, Amber. Roll it all the way up. There’s nothing more charming than the female form.” He raised his hand. “All the way, please.”

Amber pulled her top up and tied it in a knot behind her back. She felt her cheeks flushing. He’s an artist… He knows what he’s doing… doesn’t he???

Winston paused. “What’s that in your belly button, Amber?”

Amber looked down. “Oh, it’s my belly ring. My boyfriend, Ross gave it to me for my birthday.” I love Ross… She smiled.

Winston shook his head. “Please remove it.”

Amber unfastened the belly ring and pulled it out. Don’t question him…

Winston motioned. “You can put it over there with your heels.” He watched her as she bent down and dropped the belly ring by her discarded heels. What a body!

“Okay. Sit back on the stool and look towards me. Imagine you’re all alone and remembering something that made you very happy. Don’t think about the camera.”

Amber smiled and closed her eyes. Ross… Ross makes me happy…

**SNAP** **SNAP**

“Good, Amber. Hold that smile. Open your eyes and lean a little to your left. Tilt your head… there… perfect…” **SNAP** **SNAP** “You have beautiful eyes.” Winston took the camera off of the tripod and walked around the girl. He continued snapping pictures as his eyes roamed over her bare back and stomach. “Good, Amber. Excellent. You’re doing fine.” **SNAP**

Winston continued snapping pictures and instructing Amber in different poses for several minutes. Finally, He put the camera down and opened a bottle of water. “Are you thirsty?” He offered a bottle of water to Amber.

Amber took a long swallow of the cool water. She smiled. “Who would have thought modeling could be such hot work?” She laughed.

Winston nodded and smiled. Hot work indeed… “I think you’ll learn a lot about the photography business over the next several weeks, Amber.” More than you might like, in fact…

After they finished their drinks, Winston ran his hand through his hair. “Okay. Let’s get back to work, Amber. Go ahead and slip out of your shirt and jeans.”

Amber blinked rapidly. “My shirt and jeans?” She played with her bracelets.

Winston nodded. “Sure. I want to take some shots of you in lingerie. You are wearing a bra and panties, I assume?” He laughed.

Amber swallowed hard. “Yes. Of course.”

“Well, then go ahead and slip out of your outer clothing and we’ll get going.”, Winston said with a smile. 

Amber stood up and unfastened the knot in her shirt and pulled it down. “I don’t know, Mr. Winston. I didn’t know I was going to be modeling for you and certainly not in my underwear.” This is sick… this guy might be a good photographer but he’s not taking pics of me without my clothes. Lame…

Winston shrugged. “I’m sorry the university wasn’t clear about your out of school assignment, Amber. However, I requested student models for a project I’m putting together on the female form. If you want the extra credits, I’m afraid this is the only way… You’re always free to leave…” He glanced over his shoulder at the door.

Amber looked over at her high heels on the floor. She took a step towards them and stopped. I need the extra credits… he’s a professional photographer… It’s not like I’ll be nude… It’s just like wearing a bikini… He’s an artist…

Winston crossed his arms and watched as Amber looked down at her high heels. He watched her eyes. That’s it, stupid little girl. Reason it through. You need the credits… you’re failing out of university…

Finally, Amber turned towards Winston. “Okay. I’ll be nervous. But, I’ll do it.”

Winston nodded. “Fine. Well then, go ahead and pull your shirt and jeans off. You can put them with your shoes.”

Amber slowly pulled her shirt off and dropped it on top of her high heels. She glanced up at Winston. He was adjusting the camera and appeared to be paying her no attention. She unsnapped her jeans and lowered the zipper. Pushing them down her legs she stepped out of them, dropping them onto the floor. She stood back up and folded her arms over her bra.

Winston looked up. Holy god! The girl was stunning in her pink bra and thong panties. He tried not to stare at her as he quickly assessed her body. Her breasts were huge and appeared to be natural. I knew they were big but look at that cleavage… He quickly looked down her slender stomach. Shapely hips… beautiful navel… He looked between her legs. In the thin thong panties, he could tell she was completely shaved. He looked down her luscious legs… She’s perfect…

Winston cleared his throat. “All right, Amber. Please sit back on the stool.”

Amber slowly walked over and sat on the stool. Her cheeks blushed as she looked down at the floor. I’m wearing my underwear in front of a total stranger… he’s going to take pictures… She frowned. I need the credits…

Winston coughed. “Okay. Look to your right, Amber. Please uncross your hands and fold them in your lap. Good. Now, cross your legs and keep a straight face. I want you to appear to be deep in thought. Forget about the camera…”

Amber looked towards her right. No problem with not smiling… this is weird… lame…

Winston smiled. **SNAP** “Good. Good. Hold that pose… now turn towards me but don’t look at the lens… look over my right shoulder… Excellent.” **SNAP** **SNAP** “Good.” *SNAP**

Amber’s cheeks were flushed and her heart pounded. This is weird…

Winston pulled the camera off the tripod and knelt in front of Amber. “That’s it. Keep looking in that direction… excellent… Now, stand up and turn away from me…” He watched as the cute teenager stood up and turned her back towards him. Her bracelets tinkled. Oh dear lord… Her butt was tight and round. Firm. The thong left very little to the imagination. He zoomed in and took a close up shot. “You’re doing fine, Amber. Now, kneel down. I want you to look like you’re reaching for something… excellent!” **SNAP** As the girl knelt down, Winston zoomed in on her butt. The thong rode low. The top part of her ass crack was on full display. Winston adjusted his crotch. “Good, Amber. You’re doing just fine…”

After several more photographs Winston stopped. He wanted to see the young girl fully nude. However, he didn’t want to press his luck and scare her off. This is just the first session… He looked down at his watch. “Well, Amber. It’s almost eight. I think we’ve done enough for today.” He smiled. “You can get dressed and I’ll see you on Friday.”

Amber stood up and walked over to her clothes. Her bare feet padded silently across the floor. “Okay.” She picked up her shirt and pulled it over her shoulders. She looked at Winston out of the corner of her eye. “I hope I did okay?” She blinked.

Winston pretended to work on the camera. “Yep. Just fine, Amber. I’ll see you Friday… Six o’clock sharp. Don’t be late next time.”

Amber blushed as she pulled up her jeans. “I’m sorry I was late, Mr. Winston. I promise I’ll be here early on Friday.”

Winston nodded as he watched the girl pull on her high heels. “I believe you, Amber.” I really do…

He escorted her to the door and watched as she walked down the stairs. “See ya Friday, Amber.”

“Bye!” Amber hurried out the front door. That was weird … Ross is waiting for me… I’m late…

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Winston closed the studio door and rushed over to the camera. “I’ve got to get these pictures developed.” He laughed. Stupid fucking girls… stupid, sexy fucking girls… fuck toys… He laughed out loud.

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To be continued (maybe)…