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Your Wish Come True by Pol Roger Chapter 23 Explorations She ventures into some unexplored territory TERESA was already clearing up after Emma, when Mandy finally went upstairs to have breakfast, having slept in late the day after she and Emma returned from their stay in the country and its traumatic conclusion. (It struck Mandy as a bit strange that Teresa had taken to dressing in a sort of maid's uniform since they got back from the country the day before-a black housekeeper's dress with a white collar and a short white apron.) "Have you got something on today?" Mandy asked Emma, seeing her dressed smartly. "I've got a meeting with Francesco about next week's board meeting. He's very concerned about our Hedge Fund operations and other financial services and says he wants to propose something radical," Emma responded. "He wants to run it past me before he talks to the board," she added smugly. "He's the gorgeous Italian hand-kisser, isn't he?" Mandy remembered fondly. Emma smiled. "He certainly is. But he knows his stuff. He's a brilliant CEO, one of the youngest in Britain. Almost a genius, all the others say. And very encouraging to the other board members and even managers. I've already learned an awful lot from him. "He got head-hunted by Wedjat," Emma continued, "even though he was only Head of Division in some company or other's UK office in Canary Wharf. He hated being there (their office used to be in the City-in the Square Mile). So now he's back in the City and running a multi-billion-pound corporation and getting ready to move into one of London's iconic buildings." "And he modestly told you all this, I suppose?" Mandy sounded sceptical. "Actually, no," Emma replied. "I got most of it from chatting with the PAs (thanks for that suggestion bye the way). And some of the other directors. It's odd: hardly any of them had senior positions before, either-I think I already told you this. But they all seem amazingly competent, and in awe of Francesco. And also Suresh, the chairman. We've been acquiring other businesses in a big way recently and the company's supposed to have doubled in size in the last month. It all seems to have taken off at the same time your parents were supposed to have been killed. Or a bit before anyway, if some of my dates check out." "Em, what if it's all bogus? Like a Ponzi Scheme or some kind of scam," Mandy worried. "Are you sure you know enough about business to know what's going on?" "I did have concerns, I must admit. So did some of the others. A few of them have been doing some digging, and everything always checks out. And they can't fault the results Francesco's been getting. That's why they think he's so smart. He seems to know the Stock Market backwards, and not just the LIFFE and LSE-and Euronext, but other countries as well: the "Dow", NASDAQ, "Footsie"-all of them. It's uncanny! He really knows the London Bullion Market, though we're not a member," Emma added. (It didn't escape Mandy's notice how much Emma seemed to be identifying with Wedjat Holdings and her role there.) "I suppose it does seem a big coincidence how it's all happened around the time you ... around the same time as all the other stuff." Emma seemed to be choosing her words carefully. "But this is a multinational corporation. It's worth billions, and there are accountants and auditors all over it. Something on this scale can't just come out of nowhere, can it? Not everything is about you, you know," Emma huffed as she gulped down the last of her tea. "But should you be going in to work-you know, after the bad news?" Mandy decided to change tack. "I want to go in," Emma answered. "It helps take my mind off things. And all the questions that keep going through my head." "About me," Mandy stated. Emma nodded. "Don't worry, I'm not going off half-cocked again." She gave Mandy a brief hug and headed out to a waiting taxi. Mandy pondered on what Emma had been saying after she left. Not everything is about me. Of course it isn't. But Wedjat is. It's all about me. I'm supposed to own it. Or something. She wasn't absolutely clear if that was quite right. Were there other shareholders? Were there even shares? Mandy started to feel light-headed. I don't seem to have much of a head for business anymore, she realised. It's a relief that others know what they're doing. For some reason this conclusion made her feel calm and reassured. She congratulated herself with an encouraging "Good girl!" She was barely noticing anymore how much this mental quirk had become so ingrained recently, but she still welcomed it when it happened. She sighed. Had she been anxious about something a moment ago? It can't have been very important if she couldn't even remember what it was, she reassured herself. There was a copy of the latest issue of Sugar on the table. She began to leaf through it idly, and soon became absorbed. As she read the feature article about How to Keep Your Boyfriend Happy, she started to feel uneasy that she didn't have one. (Perhaps that was what she had been worried about just now?) This should totally be my top priority when school goes back next week, she resolved. The thought lifted her spirits considerably. She continued reading, shaking off the annoying sense that she was still forgetting something. She was beginning to realise how much she needed to learn if she was ever going to be able to keep her boyfriend happy. # MANDY looked with some dismay at the range of products before her. She had hesitated for a while before entering the shop, trying to overcome her self-consciousness and embarrassment. But now she was finally inside, she mainly felt confusion. "Need any help?" the twenty-something young woman asked, sidling up to her. "Shopping for yourself today?" she asked. Mandy looked at her, startled. "You've been standing there a while," the woman said, gently. "Is this your first one?" "Yeah, it is," Mandy blushed. "What does that thing do?" she pointed to an odd protuberance on one of the devices. "That's for clitoral stimulation," the woman answered matter-of-factly. "It's one of our best-sellers. Five levels of vibration and guaranteed to work under water." "And this one?" Mandy pointed to another contraption. The shop assistant let out a small laugh. She wasn't sure if her customer was having a lend or really was completely clueless. "That's for double penetration. See? Both ends are shaped like cocks. The longer, slightly curvier one goes in the twat. Or that's how most ladies prefer it." She smiled encouragingly. "You could use it the other way, too, if you wanted." Mandy's brow furrowed. "Oh!" she suddenly understood. "So that bit goes ..." "In the arse. Exactly," the woman confirmed. "It's also got adjustable vibration in both shafts. And it has pulse mode as well. For, you know, more realism. The handle comes off, so you can leave it in if you like. Here, look ..." She pulled the dildo out of its package. "Fully flexible." She bent the ends back and forth. "It adjusts to the contours of your body for maximum pleasure. Just like the real ones, eh, honey?" she added with a giggle. "You can also turn it round and use this end (she pointed to the smaller shaft) just for clitoral stimulation if you don't like it up the bum. I like that it's nice and big, so you can really move it round where you want it." she added pleasantly. "Some of them have got ..." Mandy pointed to the plastic scrotum attached to one of the dildos. "Bollocks. That's right. Some ladies like the realism, some don't. Mostly straight girls-and guys!-really like the dildos. They're the ones with balls. Or a base, at any rate. It's up to you, really. These ones over here have suction ends, so you can fix them to a wall, the floor, a table-any hard surface really." She picked up another one. "This one you can switch out with a suction end for a dildo, or a longer handle if you're using it like a dong ..." she pointed to the optional accessory, "... and it also works with one of the strap-on systems. It's very versatile. Non-vibrating, of course. It comes in six different skin tones as well as purple. Most of our range come in different colours-pink, purple, black, red, blue ... Any of those appeal to you?" "I like the look of the skin-coloured ones," Mandy ventured. The woman winked. "Me, too. More like the real thing. Here, feel this." She took Mandy's hand and placed it round one of the suction-ended dildos. "Cyber skin," she said. "It's not hard like plastic, or overly rubbery. And it doesn't feel cold to the touch. Fully washable. It's very new." Mandy felt herself getting warm inside as she held the large dildo. It didn't feel completely realistic, but its veiny shaft and soft texture were firing her imagination. This was the closest she had ever got to holding a penis other than her own. Not that she had one of those anymore! The woman watched Mandy's reaction with amusement. "Girl, you need a cock in you bad, even if it's one that comes in a box." Mandy was tending to agree. She still held the dildo in her hand, her embarrassment having subsided as the shop assistant's frank language left no room for prudery. "I might just hold on to this for a bit longer while we talk," she said after a moment or two, smiling shyly. They both burst out laughing-the shop assistant somewhat relieved; she had been starting to wonder if Mandy had taken offence at her remark. # "STRICTLY speaking, dildos and dongs don't vibrate. If it vibrates it's a vibrator. But we say "vibrating dildo" or "vibrating dong" if it's cock- shaped so our customers have a better idea of what it is, and how they might like to use it. Some of the best vibrators are just that. This one with the ball-shaped end has always been popular," Wendy explained. "It's known as the "Magic Wand"." The two girls had introduced themselves to each other, and Wendy had somehow taken Mandy under her wing, amused and beguiled by her na?ve but candid curiosity, and was explaining various aspects of the adult accessory and sex toy business. "A lot of it's done online now," she continued, "as you would expect, what with privacy and all. Very discreet. But there's still a place for a personal service, don't you think?" "Absolutely!" Mandy agreed. "I'm already learning so much!" Wendy beamed at Mandy. "Of course, we get a lot of arseholes," she continued, "and some bitches, too. Got to expect that in this business. Most of our customers are wankers, after all!" Mandy took a moment to get Wendy's joke, then she burst out laughing. "I know I am!" she said. "Wait ... it's still "wanking" when girls do it, innit?" she added uncertainly. "Probably more so," Wendy answered. They both laughed together. "This is the lesbian section," Wendy indicated. "We've got double-ended dongs, straight and curved ones, and these ones are actually flexible. And these are the strap-ons. "And lesbians like this sort of thing?" Mandy wondered aloud. "I would have thought they didn't like penises." "Some seem to like it," Wendy answered. "But lesbian sex is very big in the porno business. Some girls do nothing else professionally, but are straight as they come in real life. And there are men that like it up the arse, but only if it's from their girlfriends. I'm not kidding. Now this one is great for movies. It has a double-dildo-of course, so both can get pleasure-and a pump that can shoot cum when you press the button on the remote." "It shoots cum?" Mandy said, confused. "How can it ...? Not real semen, surely!" Wendy looked at Mandy strangely for a moment, then added, "Well, you could in theory. But you'd need a lot of blokes jacking off into jars to get enough. No, sweetie, it's artificial. We can supply flavoured cum, but mostly people just use ordinary hair conditioner-if it's for movies and that. Looks real but tastes awful, so if you're going to get someone to swallow it, you can use Methocel (don't forget it's a laxative, so go easy). Or make a runny paste with flour and water. Add flavour if you like. Cheaper than what we sell. It doesn't have to be too realistic if people see it coming out of a strap-on. Whatever you do, don't let any of it get in your cunny or you'll be looking at a yeast infection. If you want to put it in your twat, use our stuff. "Spunk" is the brand we sell, and it's actually a pretty good lube as well. Have you thought of making movies?" Wendy suddenly asked. "Me? I don't think my guardian would approve!" Mandy smiled at the thought of Emma's reaction to her in a porno. "Guardian? What, no parents?" "Nup. Dead," Mandy said nonchalantly. "Oh, sorry," said Wendy. Mandy shrugged. "Guardian, you said," Wendy began to probe. "Are you under eighteen?" Oops! "Oh, no," Mandy answered disingenuously. "I'm totally eighteen. But I still live with my guardian. Former guardian. Ex. Guardian." Mandy looked at Wendy unflinchingly. "That's alright, then," Wendy relented. "Got to be careful these days. So if y'ever want to get into adult films or modelling, here's a card with a number you can ring, and an e-mail address. Think about it. With your looks, you wouldn't even need to fully undress. Unless you wanted to." Wendy winked. "Thanks," Mandy blushed at the compliment. She took the card. and put it in her purse. No harm just taking the card, was there? With Wendy's guidance, Mandy chose several items to buy: a "magic-wand" vibrator, a pink Shegasm thrusting/clitoral-suction "Rabbit" vibrator ('amazing!" Wendy called it), a small "silent" bullet vibrator ('if you have to share a room', Wendy said), the underwater vibrator she first saw and a small ultra realistic suction-end dildo (mid-skin-toned cyber skin). This actually looked quite large to Mandy. The medium ones looked a bit intimidating and the large ones looked terrifying! She was thinking, that was quite a lot more than she was intending to get. In fact, when she first came in she wasn't sure she'd be getting anything at all. Perhaps just a vibrator or a dildo or something. Now she couldn't stop thinking about the double shaft dildo vibrator she saw earlier. She finally decided to get that as well. Just to satisfy her curiosity. "In for a penny!" she smiled as Wendy set it alongside the others. "In for a pound-hopefully!" Wendy countered, making "pound" sound as raunchy as possible. They both laughed. These'll be so much better than the dilators, Mandy thought, beginning to feel a sense of anticipation. "Now, how about some sexy lingerie?" Wendy suggested, leading Mandy over to that section. "Or how about some fantasy gear? We've got handcuffs, blindfolds, whips, paddles, ticklers, spreader bars, ropes, chains, ball gags, nipple clamps ... How about a cat suit? Or bunny? You'd make a lovely bunny." "I don't think I want any of that stuff," Mandy said uncertainly, staring at the range of devices, equipment and fetish gear. But she was beginning to feel a bit reckless after already choosing so much kinky stuff. "Sure?" asked Wendy. "How about this!" She held up a tiny black and white French Maid outfit with a lace-up front and attached apron, ruffled trim, and a little ruffled maid cap. "I'll throw in the feather duster!" Mandy laughed. "Alright, I'll get that too." "And as it's your first purchase with us, I'll throw in a mystery gift of my own choice, based on what I think your tastes are, okay?" "Hmm, sounds intriguing," Mandy laughed. "Thanks for your help Wendy." She'd ended up spending over three hundred pounds. Wendy began to wrap up the boxes in plain paper. # MANDY prepared to head down Oxford Street towards Selfridges when she noticed a homeless man sitting, or rather crouching-the hood of his top drawn over his head and face-against the wall in a little recess between the shops on the other side of the road. She seemed to remember seeing him, or someone like him (certainly wearing more or less the same clothes) in a number of locations around London recently. If it was the same person, he obviously didn't have a favourite spot for begging, or whatever it was he did. Mandy dashed across the road, dodging through the traffic (not all that difficult, since it was moving so slowly). "Hello!" she said brightly. "I think I've seen you around the place. Can I give you this?" She held out a ?50 note. He looked extremely dirty, and smelt quite bad. Pulling the hood of his top more tightly around his face, he looked up. His face was unshaven with sunken cheeks, but he didn't seem all that old, maybe around thirty. His expression seemed to show shock and fear. "We shouldn't be seen talking," he rasped. "It isn't safe." Nutter, then, thought Mandy. Poor man! She took out another ?50 note. "Here," she said, "just take this. Please! Get a meal and a bath or something, if you can. Is there anyone you can see? Talk to? Do you have any friends?" She felt a bit foolish, and wondered if she might be saying something wrong or upsetting, as the man seemed to twitch a bit, then crouch himself into a ball. Nevertheless, he reached out a hand, twisting his face so that he could see to take the money, while trying to conceal his face as much as possible. "Thanks," he said in the same raspy voice. "I'm sorry," he added after a pause. "I never meant for this to happen." He seemed to be getting distraught. "No," Mandy agreed, trying to sound sympathetic, but actually feeling a bit scared. She wanted to get away from him, but didn't want to seem uncaring. "Please, get some help," she added, picking up her shopping bags, then turning and half running away. She was sorry she had sounded so patronising and hypocritical. She heard the man give a hollow laugh. It was some time before Mandy could get him out of her mind and lift her mood to where it had been before. She remembered James McLean's story of how he had been homeless for a time. She determined to look up some homeless charities to support when she had an opportunity. # "JULIETTE Modelling Agency" the sign read, sitting alongside the names of the other businesses in the building. Mandy had just popped into the lobby to get out of the busy Oxford Street crowds while she adjusted her parcels and caught her breath. She had been doing some more shopping, getting most of it delivered, but still taking quite a few shopping bags with her, including her earlier purchases from the sex shop. She'd always been interested in modelling, she realised. She impulsively pressed the button to call the lift. "Good morning, can I help you?" the receptionist said brightly. "Oh, hi, umm ... I hope so," Mandy confided, nervously. She put both hands on the high counter to steady herself and stood on tippy-toe. "I was wondering, like, whether I could, you know, do modelling ... or talk to someone for advice or something." "Have you done any modelling before?" the receptionist asked, suspecting she knew the answer already. "Not really," Mandy answered. "Well, not at all," she giggled. "No, I haven't," she finally added, looking somewhat deflated. "Not to worry," the receptionist said reassuringly. "Do you have a portfolio? Photographs of yourself," she added when she saw Mandy's confusion. "No, I didn't think of that," Mandy floundered. "I just saw the sign downstairs, and thought I'd ask about it. I've always been interested in, like, clothes, and I thought it'd be cool to, like, wear them ..." Mandy cringed inwardly as she realised how stupid she was sounding, and she could feel herself blushing and the beginning of tears prickling her eyes. Why am I getting so emotional about this? she wondered. For a split second the receptionist's features looked like they were about to register disdain or exasperation (her mouth had already tightened), but she quickly recovered and smiled reassuringly instead. There was something vulnerable and innocent about the girl that made her warm to her. Mandy felt a wave of relief as the receptionist smiled. Mandy's features relaxed into a wide smile as well. "There's a photographer's studio in this building," the receptionist said. "A lot of our clients use them. Here, take this." She handed Mandy a card. "They can help you make up a portfolio and we can see about putting you on our books." Mandy looked at the card. "Oh, great!" she gushed. "Thanks for that! I'll totally get them to do me a portfolio. I'll see them straight away. Thanks. Bye!" Mandy gathered up her parcels and headed to the lift, turning back for a moment to give the receptionist another brilliant grateful smile. # "YEAH, umm, hi. They said downstairs at the modelling agency that you did portfolios. You know, like, model photos," Mandy explained to the young woman at the desk, her voice making a rising inflection as if she were asking a question. "Yes, I know what a portfolio is," she answered drily. "Would you like to make an appointment with David? The photographer," she added, seeing the confused expression on Mandy's face. "Appointment ... yes, of course. Umm, so, when do you think? Do you have any times on Monday?" Many ventured. The woman carefully consulted her booking schedule. "We can fit you in after lunch. Say two-thirty?" Mandy brightened. "That's great! Two-thirty then!" She picked up her parcels and was about to leave. "Name and contact details?" said the woman, holding her pen poised over the booking register. "Oh, sorry. Of course." Mandy gave a flustered giggle. "Mandy Vero. V.E.R.O." She spelled out her name and gave the woman her mobile phone number. "The session will cost ?500. We require a ?50 deposit," she stated. "Oh. Umm, can I pay in advance?" Mandy asked guilelessly. "Of course!" the woman brightened. Mandy was about to leave when the door into the studio opened, and a dark-hair man of around thirty emerged. As soon as he saw Mandy his mouth gaped open in surprise. "Well, hello there! Christina, isn't it?" he said. "We met the other day, remember? I was with my friend and you were with the lovely Jemima. Or was it Jennifer? I must say, we wondered what had got into you. One minute we were chatting and then you were running off. However did you find me?" he grinned as he rested his backside on the reception desk, folding his arms. "Is Jennifer with you?" Mandy stared at the man in disbelief. He was the last person she expected to see, yet now she vaguely remembered him saying something about having a photographic studio. He'd wanted to show it to her and Gemma just before they bailed after getting their free drinks at the Rose and Crown. Mandy was struck dumb with embarrassment. She realised she would have to talk to the man, or she would seem extremely rude, but for some reason she couldn't help looking down at his crotch. She frowned slightly and chewed her bottom lip, trying to remember something, then looking up, she saw that he had noticed. He was still grinning-wider than ever-and he had arched one eyebrow. "Umm, hi," she said, pulling herself together, "Vince, isn't it? No! Victor!" She was so pleased she remembered that she smiled. Victor smiled back complacently. "How rude of me!" he suddenly exclaimed. "Lauren, this is Christina." The young woman had been regarding them, elbow on the desk and her chin resting on her hand. She gave a brief, humourless smile in acknowledgement of the introduction, then leaning back in her chair looked first at the booking register, then quizzically at Mandy. "Actually, it's not Christina. It's really Mandy," Mandy confessed meekly, realising what the woman was getting at. "Hmm," said the man. "Actually, it's not Victor, it's David," He intimated in a loud stage whisper. He held out his hand. Mandy took it uncertainly. "So, are you, like, Victor's twin brother or something?" she asked, evidently confused. The woman at the desk rolled her eyes. Mandy frowned in thought. "So how do you know I met Victor?" "Er, no. I said I was Victor the other day, but I'm actually David. You said you were Christina, but you're actually ..." (he looked at the booking register again) "... Mandy. You know how it is. You meet two young-I mean strange-girls down the pub ... mightn't be the best idea to tell them your real name. Until you got to know them better," he quickly added. "You must have thought the same," he grinned. "Oh, yeah! Totally! Or Gemma did anyway," Mandy smiled, finally cottoning on to what David was telling her. She could feel her face reddening again. "Gemma. That would be Jennifer, I'm guessing," David ventured. "No, I think you were right the first time. She was Jemima," Mandy corrected him. She did say Jemima, didn't she? Mandy was straining to remember. "So. Here we are, then. Pleased to meet you at last Mandy. You still haven't said how you tracked me down." (What an egotistical prat! Mandy observed to herself. Shh! No he isn't, she countered. He's cute. For an older man. I never said he wasn't cute, which he is, kind of. Not kind of. Definitely. And super confident! We like that in a guy, don't we Mandy? He does seem pretty sure of himself. Which is very hot. Good girl!) "I didn't track you down!" Mandy corrected teasingly, as if this was a very silly and amusing conclusion. She was unconsciously twirling a strand of her hair. "I came to make an appointment to get some photos done for a portfolio. The model agency said you did them." "Well, why didn't you say so!" David enthused. "Come right in!" "But my appointment's not till Monday," Mandy hesitated. "Nonsense! We haven't got any bookings for the rest of the day, have we Lauren?" Lauren glared back at him, saying nothing. "We can do some right away, if you like. And if we need to, we can finish the rest on Monday. How about that?" "That sounds amazing! Thanks!" Mandy said. She followed David into the studio, turning to give a final smile to Lauren. # "WE'LL do some head shots first. Everything's already set up. Just sit here and turn and smile and frown and whatever you like to start with. I'll be snapping away. Don't worry about how you look, we'll only use the best ones. I'll also make some suggestions as we go along. You'd better take your top off so it doesn't interfere with the pictures." Mandy removed her jacket and loose tee-shirt so that she was wearing just her bra. "Love the belly-ring!" David had commented. "Not too cold for you?" he checked, "I can turn up the temperature." "It's fine," Mandy answered. She actually felt very self-conscious, but as they chatted she began to feel more at ease. It was rather fun making faces and pretending. David kept up a stream of jokes and banter. He had turned on some recorded music, mostly loud rock. "Now some blank expressions," David directed, "really deadpan ... Good ...Just turn away a bit ... And the other side ... Okay, now look sad ... Good ... Very good." Mandy looked down at her hands, her lower lip trembling. She started to remember all the sad feelings she had experienced over the last week. "Now for some body shots," David continued. "I liked what you were wearing, you can put your top back on for a moment ... no, not the jacket. Here, hold the teddy bear." He brought a stuffed toy teddy bear over to Mandy from a basket and took some shots of her holding it in different poses. "Now, hold it close to your face like you're giving it a telling-off. Brilliant! That's enough, forget the bear." He threw it into the corner. "Let's see you in some really hot poses," he continued. "Just move to the music. Dance if you like." Mandy followed David's instructions, but failed to recapture the lightheartedness of her earlier head-shots. "You're doing brilliantly, Mandy," David encouraged. "These'll be amazing. The camera loves you! Now, shall we try a few different outfits? There should be plenty to fit you over on the rack ..." She tried on several different items. The ones that were vaguely in her size were mostly things an adolescent or young teenager would wear-jeans and short mini-skirts, with tee-shirts or hoodies or denim or leather jackets. The really interesting items like evening gowns and fashion ensembles all seemed to be much too big for her. "How about some shots with just that big tank-top? Just whip the shorts off for a bit and undo the knot you tied so it falls right down ... Excellent ... Here, let it come off this shoulder a tad. Tilt your head forward and then flick your hair back and look straight at me. Not like that, give me "smouldering"! Perfect ... "Do you want to do some lingerie? They like to have a few of those. How about we start with what you're wearing?" Mandy took off the oversized tank-top and stood in her underwear, just a simple bra and panties in contrasting colours, feeling a little awkward. David continued to snap photos and suggested more poses. Mandy pushed away her self-consciousness and resumed following his directions. "Great, really cute! ... Very nice ... So cute! ... Now, why don't we do some with the whole deal-stockings, garters, corsets-everything. Here try these. They should fit you. You can put them on behind the screen, but there's no need to be shy, you haven't got anything I haven't seen a million times." Mandy took the items from David and went behind the screen to put them on. She supposed it made sense to do some underwear shots. Lots of models did mostly lingerie, didn't they? So portfolios would need to have a few of those sort of photos, wouldn't they? Mandy emerged from behind the screen. She was wearing a low black lacy bra, black lace thong, black garter belt with sheer black stockings attached by suspenders, and shiny black seven-inch stiletto-heeled platform shoes on her small feet. Around her was a black damask underbust shaping-corset. It had laces at the back, but she hadn't needed to tie these, as there was a zip at the side. It made her slim waist seem tiny, and pushed her bust quite a bit higher. Wearing the thong, her buttock cheeks were completely bare. She felt rather comical and exposed, and stood rather awkwardly balanced on her stilletos. "Oh, fuck yeah!" David muttered excitedly. "Now, come over to the lights again," he ordered. Mandy went. "Okay, sexy poses ... good. Looking over your shoulder at me ... give us a pout. Fuck ... perfect! Now, smile ... No, not like that-do a "naughty" smile ... now, wink and pout ... perfect! Okay, turn around, bend over ... a bit more ... stick your bottom out and look back towards me ... perfect! Finger on lips, now ... and on chin ... and side of the mouth-pout for me! ... perfect! Fuck, you're a natural, Mandy! Just a sec ..." He came over to Mandy and lifted her hair off her face and behind her shoulder, letting his hand linger on her cheek for a moment, then the backs of his fingers on her shoulder. "Feeling alright?" he asked, solicitously. "You're doing very well." "Thanks," Mandy blushed. "I've never done this sort of thing before." "That's hard to believe," David replied. "You seem to know exactly what to do. I'd say you have real talent!" Mandy smiled shyly. "Thanks," she said again. "Now, don't start getting nervous on me," David told her. "Here, turn around. Just relax. You're doing really well." He began to massage Mandy's shoulders, then moved to her neck. "You are a bit tense, aren't you? No need to be. You're doing so well. You just need to stay relaxed. Just relax. I don't think we need the corset now, do we? Why don't you whip that off?" He slowly unzipped it at the side. Mandy manoeuvred it off her body and let it drop to the floor. David's strong hands kneaded her shoulders and neck, and down her back. He was really good at it, and it actually did feel quite relaxing. (Perhaps I should be worried? Mandy wondered. He's getting very handsy, isn't he? No, it's alright, she told herself. Relax. Relax. Enjoy the touch.) "Mmm," she let out, softly. He circled her lower back curiously with the tips of his fingers. "Did you have a tattoo removed, Mandy?" he asked. "It looks really faint." "No, that was a temporary one," she answered, shivering slightly at the lightness of his touch. "I thought it had all worn off." David brought his hands back to her shoulders. He drew her hair aside and she felt him kiss her on the nape of her neck. A shiver went up her spine. "There. Now, back to work, shall we?" Still standing behind Mandy, David gave her arms a brisk squeeze and walked back to where he had left his camera. Mandy turned to face him, looking somewhat flushed. And a little ... disappointed? "Good, let's do some shy ones," David suggested. "Look down, that's it ... let your hair fall forward ... wait a sec-" He stepped forward, and arranged Mandy's hair to fall loosely on the other side of her face, again brushing her cheek with his hand. "Stay just like that," he instructed, lifting her hand and kissing the tips of her fingers before positioning her arm once again at her side and stepping away from her. "Perfect! Just brush your hair off your face-no, other hand-and hold it there ... perfect! Keep looking down ... perfect! "Okay. Now, close your eyes and hold your head steady ... keep you mouth like that, don't close it! ... Just cup your tits with your hands ... No! Eyes closed! ... that's better. Hold that pose ... perfect! ... Now, sit in the chair ... other way round ... that's it ... Bit further back ... good ... now lean forward ... lower ... push your arse up slightly ... perfect! Now, arms like this ..." He adjusted her hands on the back of the chair she was sitting astride, and gently brought her elbows together in front of her. He held her chin between his thumb and forefinger and guided it down to the level of her hands, making her crouch even lower, arching her back and pushing her bottom out further, and upwards, away from the chair. "Hold that pose!" David ordered, grabbing another chair and setting it between Mandy's legs, facing the first one. "For support," he said. He stepped back and aimed the camera. "Perfect. Alright. Now, eyes closed again, mouth ajar ... good ... now, just frown a little, lips apart-you know-sex face." Mandy did know. She smiled briefly, then set her features how she thought David wanted them. "Perfect!" he cooed, "fucking perfect!" He snapped away, calling out more instructions. "Now, keep the pose ... good ... now, just adjust yourself so your twat is on the chair and make like you're rubbing yourself back and forth on it." He picked up a different camera. Mandy looked up, surprised. "Like, grinding myself against the chair? Are you sure?" she asked, concern creeping into her voice. "It's alright," David reassured, "it's just for the effect. Just pretend you're doing it. Make noises if you need to. I just want to get a few really sexy shots. It really sells the lingerie if it looks super sexy." "Hmm. Okay," Mandy agreed doubtfully. She began to rub herself against the seat of the chair on which she still sat astride. "Noises. Facial expressions. Make it so people want to wear what you're wearing!" David barked. Put on a show for him, Mandy told herself. I bet he's really turned on right now. Make him cream his pants! "Fucking perfect!" David groaned as Mandy let out a simulated orgasmic cry. "Oh, Mandy, Mandy!" He put down the camera, and standing up, seemed to be reaching for his trouser flies. Mandy's phone began to ring. It was in her sling bag, which was with the shopping bags she had been carrying and had left just inside the studio door. "Sorry, do you mind if I get that? It could be really important," Mandy said in a serious tone, standing up at once and rushing to her bag, or rather tottering on the ridiculously high heels she was still wearing, though surprising herself at how well she was actually managing. David scowled behind her. "Hello? ... Yes, that's me ... Oh, James! Yes, I did ring you earlier. Thanks for getting back to me. I really need to talk to you about something important, and a bit private. It's a bit tricky right now." (Mandy smiled bashfully at David) "Can I call you back in half an hour? ... Yes, it is pretty urgent ... Thanks. Talk to you soon. Bye." Mandy closed the pink flip phone and turned to David. "I'm really sorry, but I need to go. Did we get enough, or do I need to come in again on Monday?" Mandy asked. "You were amazing, as I said, and we did get a lot done. But I think we definitely need another session next week. Is that okay?" David soothed. "Totally," Mandy agreed. "So do you think you can, like, do me a portfolio with what you got? And with the ones we do on Monday, of course?" "Definitely," David pronounced. "I think you'll love what I can do," he added, archly. Mandy smiled happily. "Thank you so much! I really appreciate it, David. Till Monday, then." Mandy started to head towards the door, then stopped. "Oops! Better get changed first!" Mandy flashed David a flustered smile and ducked behind the screen. David watched her with a bemused expression and let out a long slow breath. When Mandy emerged fully dressed, he opened the door for her and helped her gather her parcels. "Till next week, then," he repeated in the outside office. Holding Mandy by the shoulders, he bent down and kissed her chastely on both cheeks. Mandy cast a flustered smile at Lauren, and headed out the office door as David held it open. She decided to get a taxi home because of all her parcels, and besides, it would be quicker. Possibly. As she sat in the black cab, inching its way through the traffic, Mandy wondered if her behaviour had perhaps come across as slightly dopy. Recalling that moment when she thought David might be "Victor's" twin made her cringe. I'm sure you were fine, she reassured herself. David was really pleased with you. He really liked how you did as you were told. You did really well. He said you were perfect. Mandy felt herself relax and sighed with relief. # MANDY rushed inside after paying the taxi driver, the porter assisting with her packages. She thanked George and called out to Teresa to let her know she was home, then settled herself in the upstairs sitting room. She needed to be focussed. She found the number she needed on her phone and pressed "call". "Hello, McLean, Miss Mah-rahn-dah hee-ah!" she announced in an exaggeratedly posh accent, as the call was immediately answered, then giggled. Dropping the put-on voice, she continued, "Sorry I couldn't talk earlier, I was getting, umm, some, like, stuff done, and didn't want to talk in front of, umm, anyone." Mandy was finding herself a bit flustered, remembering how she had been talking with James on the phone in the photographer's studio while wearing the revealing lingerie. "Anyway, James, I need a really big favour. It's for Emma and me, actually. I don't think I can explain it on the phone. Is it possible for you to come up to London? I know it's the weekend, but it's very important ... Yes, I think it might be urgent, and it's a bit, well, confidential ... You couldn't come up tomorrow, could you? ... No, I don't want Emma to know right away-I'll explain it all when I see you ... Hmm, I'm not sure what she's doing tomorrow, it may not be a good idea to meet here. Have you got any suggestions? ... That's perfect! Thank you so much!" Mandy ended the call, feeling very relieved. She was sure James could be trusted to be both determined and discreet. She already knew he was brave. She sat for a moment in thought, going over how she was going to explain what she wanted James to do. Remembering her shopping bags, Mandy roused herself from her reverie and went to the front entrance where she had left the packages. Teresa explained that she had already taken them down to her bedroom. Mandy thanked Teresa and was heading downstairs when her phone pinged that there was a message. She must have had a call while she was talking to James. She reached her bedroom, sat down on the bed and called up voicemail. "Hi, Mand, it's Em. Do you mind if Paul joins us for dinner? And is it okay if he stays tonight? Can you and Teresa sort dinner out? I won't be home till seven." Mandy became anxious at the idea of Paul sleeping in the house again. She didn't want to risk calling Emma back and her voice betraying her feelings. Instead, she sent an SMS text message to Emma: "Got yr msg all fine see u at 7" What else could she do? Teresa had laid out the contents of her parcels on the bed, including the still-wrapped purchases from the sex shop. Seeing them spread out like that, Mandy wondered what had got into her to buy so many! She began to unwrap them and take them out of their packages: the "Magic Wand", the underwater vibrator, the "bullet" vibrator, the pink "Shegasm", the realistic dildo and the double-ended vibrating dildo. Quite a collection! she told her bemused self. And there was the French Maid fetish outfit! She laughed at herself for having allowed Wendy the sex shop manager to talk her into getting it. There was one more package, gift-wrapped rather than in plain wrapping like the others. Wendy had said she was throwing in a free gift since it was her first purchase, so this must be it. Wendy had said she had chosen it to suit what she thought Mandy's tastes might be. Intrigued, Mandy unwrapped the package. It seemed to be a metal hoop with a ring attached. She read the label: "Rolled Steel Slave Collar". It was quite plain and solid, with a ring in the front. An "O-ring" (the label explained) "to attach other bondage accessories," and a "hex key mechanism" so that there appeared no way to remove the collar "until you are finished having your way'. Mandy laughed to herself a little nervously. Why would Wendy think this would suit my tastes? She ran her fingers along what she assumed was the opening mechanism, feeling butterflies in her stomach. Mandy quickly put all the items into the various draws of her bedside tables. What would Teresa think if she saw them? Or Emma! She decided to have a bath, and buzzed Teresa on the intercom to let her know to expect a dinner guest and that she would talk to her about it in an hour or so. As she was about to head into the bathroom, the image of the realistic dildo came into her mind. She retrieved it from the bedside drawer and took it with her into the bathroom, testing its weight in her hand as she went. It really did feel amazingly real. # SITTING in the jacuzzi with the water jets gently massaging her, Mandy examined the veiny surface of the dildo and felt along it with her fingers, appreciating its lifelike texture. She took it up to her lips and kissed the end. This must look very silly, she mused. But she could feel her heart-rate increasing. She licked along the length of the shaft. So much nicer than the dilator! she enthused, enjoying the bumpy network of veins on her tongue. She pressed her tongue-bar along the dildo, making moaning noises. She sucked on the attached scrotum. Hmm. Not really lifelike there-too hard. She tried to imagine sucking on a real scrotum, rolling the testicles with her tongue, holding them both in her mouth, sucking, as her man moaned with pleasure and trepidation. She took the tip of the dildo to her mouth again and opened it wide. She remembered she'd finally been able to take the dilator quite easily last week. On a whim, she thrust the dildo hard into her mouth. Ack! she spluttered, gagging. Start off gently, she told herself. Grip the base with your hand and put it in your mouth part way ... No, hold it steady in the other hand and grip it with the other so you can massage or pump it at the same time as you suck ... Use your tongue ... Keep your teeth wide apart ... good ...very good! Now go deeper ... keep it slow ... good. Try and take it all now ... tilt your chin up ... there you go! Hold it for a moment ... ease it out ... very ... slowly. She hadn't gagged this time. She felt a certain sense of achievement. Keep going. You're doing very well. That's it ... good girl! After about half an hour, she was taking its full length without gagging, and had practised kissing, sucking, licking, blowing, even a little playful nibbling! She had gone fast, slow, hard and gentle. Her jaw was aching a little, so Mandy decided that was enough of that. She lowered the dildo into the water and held it against her vulva. Using the tip, she massaged her clitoris, pressing against her pubic bone. Gently, Mandy inserted it into her vagina, feeling it stretch and fill her. She let out a gasp. So different! The silky, bumpy texture was much nicer than the smooth, cold dilators. She fucked herself with the dildo for a few minutes, feeling her climax building, taking her time. Then, suddenly she decided to pull it out and suck it again, pushing it aggressively in and out of her mouth while she rubbed her clitoris vigorously with her other hand. She came in steady pulsing waves, holding the dildo forcefully in her mouth, stifling her own moans, only withdrawing it when her orgasm had well and truly subsided. I'm going to rate that a success! she congratulated herself. Good girl, Mandy! I couldn't be prouder! But remember, in real life you need to be very gentle. Keep looking up into his eyes so you can sense how he's enjoying it. Make yourself in tune with what he wants. You should be good at that. Don't worry, you'll be great. Better than great. You could wear the collar while you're doing it. It'd look really hot! Mandy sighed as she let the water jets caress her. I'll give the vibrator a go next time, she promised herself. # DINNER was proving to be not as stressful as Mandy feared it might be. She had prepared salmon fillets, poached in miso soup with courgette, pak choi, fresh green asparagus spears and fried tofu. Teresa was making Filipino Buko Pandan for sweets. (Lately Teresa had taken to excusing herself from joining Mandy and Emma for meals, eating her own dinner early instead. Mandy decided she would ask Teresa about this when she had the chance.) Conversation had been light and friendly, much to Mandy's relief. She drank sparkling water, but Emma and Paul were drinking lager with their meal. They had finished their salmon and Teresa was busy in the kitchen. Emma had gone to fetch another round of drinks, which left Paul and Mandy alone at the table. Paul leaned forward across the table after checking that Emma wasn't looking. Mandy felt herself tense up. "Look, Mandy," he began, speaking quietly and seeming a bit nervous, "Emma's going through a pretty rough time right now ..." (I know, Mandy said to herself. I live with her. She's my-) "... she's lost her father, and started a new job," Paul lectured. "Either of those would be incredibly stressful, but together ..." Paul left Mandy to draw her own conclusions about how stressful they would be together. "So what I'm saying is ... how can I put it? ... It's finished. You and me, that is. For now, anyway. There, I've said it. I've got to be there for Emma, and I don't want you making trouble for her, understand? She's letting you stay here, so don't fuck her around. Or me. Either of us. Just keep out of her hair. And ... mine. Got it?" Mandy's face drained in shocked disbelief. What was he talking about? He was the one that had been coming on to her! He'd pretty much sexually assaulted her! Hadn't he? Mandy began to feel uncertain about what had passed between her and Paul, especially that night he had come to her room. (She had deleted the video, she remembered. That might have been a mistake.) She gave her head a shake. Meanwhile, Emma had returned with the drinks and Paul was being cheerful and smiling as if nothing untoward had happened, only flashing Mandy a sharp look as Emma sat down. Mandy's head was reeling. She needed to think. "You're very quiet all of a sudden," Emma commented to Mandy, taking a sip of her lager. "I'm not feeling well. I think I'll go to my room. Excuse me." Mandy almost ran from the table. Paul looked down, saying nothing. A faint smile played at the corners of his mouth. Emma's brow furrowed as she looked back and forth between Paul and Mandy. "Would you mind clearing up on your own, Teresa?" Mandy asked as she hurried away, "I'm feeling unwell." Teresa watched with concern as Mandy dashed past. Mandy heard Emma speaking to Paul as she flew down the stairs, "That's strange. I hope there wasn't anything wrong with the salmon. I'm feeling alright. Are you? ..." # SHE sat in the dim light, confused and angry. What had Paul meant, that it was over between them? There was nothing between them to be over, was there? They had made out at the party, but that was before she knew Emma and Paul were an item. And they weren't really an item, anyway, at that point, were they? Or so Emma had said. (She was sure that was what Emma had said.) Then they had got together, or back together, or whatever it was, soon after. That's how she remembered it. She was pleased for Emma, not jealous. Wait-was she jealous? Envious, maybe. But pleased. For Emma. Then Paul had come to her room in the night. Woken her up (well, she hadn't actually been asleep). Seduced her. No, nothing had happened, really, had it? No, it really had. He had felt her up. He had put his finger in her- She had an orgasm with his finger in her!- Mandy began to cry. Maybe I seduced him. Maybe I tried to ruin things for Emma. Maybe I wanted him for myself. You could totally have had him, if you wanted. You still could. No, that's not how it was! She shuddered. But that's how Paul saw it. No wonder Emma was angry with her. No wonder she thought Mandy had been flirting with Paul. Maybe she misjudged Paul-he seemed to be very worried about Emma's welfare now, didn't he? Maybe she was the one in the wrong all along. Oh, why had she had an orgasm with Emma's boyfriend while Emma slept peacefully in her room! There was a gentle tapping at her door. Surely he hadn't followed her down after telling her it was over, and she needed to stay out of their hair! She went to the door with trepidation. She could feel anger rising again. "Who is it?" she ventured tersely. "It's me, Mandy. Teresa. I brought you down some Buko Pandan, if you want it." Mandy opened the door. "Thanks," she said. "I think I could manage just a bit." She took the plate from Teresa, who looked concerned that Mandy seemed to have been crying. She was about to speak, but Mandy closed the door. She ate from the bowl in solitary silence, going over things in her mind. She thought of the sex toys in her bedside tables, and how she had spent an hour practising blowjobs! She thought of the photo shoot with David, and how he massaged her shoulders while she was wearing sexy underwear. How had that even happened? She had really enjoyed it, if she were honest. Where was it leading? She had finished her pudding. She was more or less stuck in her room, she reflected, unless she wanted to risk running into Paul. And Emma. She didn't want to see or speak to either of them at the moment. And Paul had warned her not to make trouble for Emma. How dare he! she thundered inwardly. Mandy was Emma's ... what? Housemate? Ward? (hahaha!)-Paul didn't know that, did he?-Father? No, not anymore. Friend? Some friend! She needed to talk to someone. Just talk. Emma was the one she would normally talk to, but she couldn't do that now, could she? Not with Paul here. Not with what she'd done with him. Who could she talk to? Who could she call? She picked up her phone and lay down on top of her enormous bed. "Oh, hi! It's Mandy ... Yes, nice to hear your voice, too. How are you? ... Are you sure? ... I hope you don't mind me calling this time of night ... Thanks ... Yeah, I'm fine. Actually, no, I'm not, really. I'm a bit upset about something ... No, I don't really want to talk about it ... I just wanted to hear a friendly voice, that's all ... So, what have you been up to? ... Really! ... sounds fun ..." The conversation went on for nearly an hour. "Anyway, I'd better let you go. Thanks for listening, and, you know, being there. Night, Peter."