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"Oh thanks, I owe you one!" said Emma, smiling at Cressida. "Can I call a cab from here?"
"Why the secrecy?" asked Cressida.
"It's a surprise for our au pair!"
The girls looked up the number for the local cab company and demanded service right away. After a delay of only thirty minutes, Emma stepped into a battered green and white vehicle that, according to a small plastic sign on the roof, was a taxi. It spluttered away to her destination.
"Nice taxi, yes?" asked the driver as the air conditioning blasted out hot air.
Exhaust fumes spewed through the front dashboard, a blue haze drifting past the driver, mingling with his cigarette smoke before cascading through his open window. The gearbox seemed to be in constant debate whether to engage or disengage, the juddering motion giving Emma's stomach something else to tremble about.
She smiled at the driver, noting his leering smile as his eyes toured her face. She shifted to the window and gazed out at the rugged coastline. Less than ten minutes later, she emerged from the taxi, shaken, two or three shades closer to black than white, but nevertheless relieved. She paid the driver and looked up, her heart beating rapidly and her hands shaking very slightly. "La Fontaine Hotel" was imperious, with large white columns at the entrance at the top of the steps, and big heavy revolving doors that led into the marbled hotel lobby.
"I'm looking for Dolores, she's expecting me, I think." Emma fumbled nervously with her fingers as the receptionist looked up the number.
"Suite 302. You can use the house phone over there. Just dial 7 and then 302. Have a nice day" she said automatically as she chewed her gum.
The phone was answered almost immediately. "It's me, Emma. Oh right. OK, I'll come up now." She walked across the lobby and took the elevator up to the third floor. The hotel was opulent, the fittings were gold, or at least gold coloured, the carpet lush and thick everywhere she walked. Following the signs for 302, she passed several cleaning trolleys, their owners busying themselves in the rooms as sheets flew out the doors and televisions blasted out the news. She knocked and waited.
"Hi, Emma?" said the young woman. She was unexceptional, but friendly. In fact, warmth seemed to radiate from her, defeating the air conditioning that blew down her neck as they walked through the dark corridor of the suite. It was a beautiful room, with ornate French renaissance furniture that had been chosen with care. Real or not, Emma thought it looked magical.
"Hi, I'm maybe a little late." stuttered Emma.
"Who cares, this is a day for having fun, right?" said the young woman. Emma revised her opinion, downgrading the woman from plain to plain ugly. But there was still a warmth and happiness in her manner.
"Yeah!" said Emma, feeling just as nervous as she smiled back at her. She sat on the edge of the sofa and Dolores picked up a clipboard, smiled once again and started to read. Cracked tooth, thought Emma.
"Now, let's see, you're Emma Rivera, right, and you're sixteen, is that correct?"
"Yes." Emma knew that the lady didn't believe her, but was unconcerned.
"And you want to earn some money today?"
"I think so. My friend said that you would pay me, you know. I'm just a bit, well, scared. I really need about four hundred dollars for a plane ticket"
"Where are you going?" she asked, drawing nearer with interest.
"Oh, not for me. For Lauren. She's our au pair. She wants her friend to visit but they don't have any money. I've got some, but I can get it out of my bank until I'm eighteen."
"Well, we can get you that plane ticket, don't you worry. Now, today is going to be really good fun, don't you think. Let's get these questions answered and then we can start. You're certainly a very pretty young lady, and I love your blouse!"
"Thank you!" beamed Emma, leaning back on the sofa. She crossed her legs dramatically, her heart pounding as she became to realise that she was all alone with her decision to meet in the hotel.
"Now, have you done any films or pictures before?"
"No" Dolores wrote on her clipboard.
"And you realise that you'll be with a young boy in this film? He'll touch you - and you can touch him of course!" said Dolores, smiling broadly.
"I know. I don't mind him kissing me, that would be nice. I just don't want him, well, to hurt me or anything." Emma gripped her leg with her sweaty hand. She had dreamed for so long of kissing a boy, of feeling his warmth against her. But now it was maybe only minutes away and the whole idea was almost abhorrent.
"And have you had sex before?"
"I'm not a virgin, you know" she said tartly.
"OK" responded Dolores, writing with a smile. "The filming will take maybe two hours, then we can pay you and you'll be on your way. And of course, we'll call you in about a week. You can see the film and if you don't like it we'll throw it away. That should help you to relax when we do the filming."
"Oh good, I was wondering about that. Thanks!" said Emma, relieved by the honesty and thoughtfulness of the woman. She looked quickly at her, wanting to ask what they would do, and how many people there would be. Cressida had said that she had heard that there were five or six boys sometimes, and they smacked people, hard enough to make them cry.
Dolores organised her quickly. "Now, take this dressing gown and go into the bedroom. Have a bath and make sure you're clean everywhere. Come back with just the gown on when you're ready!" Dolores beamed one more time and watched her disappear.
Emma closed the door behind her and listened to her heart thumping in her chest. There was still time to run from the room and flee down the emergency staircase. She pulled off her T-Shirt and sat on the edge of the bed. If it was possible to just go slowly then she thought may be able to control the session, and quit when she wanted. Happier with the thought of being in control, she stood and unzipped her skirt. It fell to the floor silently, quickly joined by the T-Shirt. Her knickers slipped down her legs and joined the pile. She walked through to the bathroom and gazed at the enormous place. The bath looked minuscule in comparison to the rest of the room. There was even an ornate chair against the wall with towels and another dressing gown, ready for her use.
The taps gushed noisily, filling the old iron bath with murky water. She sat on the huge chair and draped a leg over each arm. Her pussy was slightly moist and she licked her fingers before running them over her outer lips.
She thought about Lauren. She was pleased that she had found a way to get her the money, and could just imagine her face when she gave it to her. So much had changed since Lauren arrived. 'L' day, as she had written in her diary. She hadn't really liked her that day. In fact, she had considered running away. All the pleading, cross words and tantrums that she had used to convince her parents that they didn't need another au pair had been for nothing. She had even planned some retribution for Lauren, events to embarrass her, make her wish she had stayed at home. But now, she adored her. Lauren had told her things and shared her experiences as though they were sisters. And she came with her to the doctors. Nobody had ever helped her like that, not even her mother. All she did was to give her the taxi fare and get her secretary to make the appointment. As the water filled the bath her reservations dimmed, the splashing of the warm water soothing away the majority of her concerns.
A smile drifted across her face as she thought of the house a few months earlier. The previous au pair, Mrs. Barker, had been an older lady (as her mother put it) who Emma had no respect for at any time. They argued constantly and Emma would go out of her way to annoy her. She recalled that it was Mrs. Barker who said they couldn't wear bathing costumes in the house, so she wore T- shirts with no knickers. Jamie had done the same occasionally, disregarding her moral codes simply to annoy her, asking her questions about sex to deliberately embarrass her. Emma smiled.
"Mrs. Barker, I think I need new underpants. My penis has split these ones" he had said to her, straight faced. Mrs. B. reddened the colour of a tomato. The next day he had asked why his penis got straight in the mornings.
Mrs. Barker had asked to go home after four months. Emma smiled. Satisfied that the bath was full enough and at the right temperature, she turned the taps off and sank into the water up to her neck. She rested there only a few moments before taking the soap and standing up. She washed around her pussy and bottom then sank back in to rinse off.
The bath towels were huge and she wrapped it twice around herself while patting her body dry. The robe was also warm and felt soft against her skin. Deciding that she was ready, she opened the door slowly and peered out. Dolores was on the phone. Emma crept across the room and sat again on the sofa.
"Oh, my star is ready! I'll be over in a minute!" said Dolores, hanging up. "Now, stand up in front of me. That's good. Let's just undo the belt, I want to just check that everything is fine." Dolores tugged at her belt and let the two sides of the robe part. Emma looked at her with fright, dumbfounded that anyone would feel they could simply take her clothes off without even asking. Her fears returned although she made no attempt to resist and simply watched as the look on her face turned from curiosity to rapture. "Oh my, you are very, very lovely. What happened to the hair down here?"
"The doctor told me to take it off. I had a problem."
"Are you better now?"
"Fine, I think" she said, pulling the robe back together.
"Great, that's good. Give me the robe for a minute and turn round." requested Dolores. "Walk over the bedroom and come back again." Emma felt her eyes on her body as the robe slipped away and she found it difficult to walk without anything to do with her hands. She turned quickly and almost ran back to the sofa. Dolores offered her the robe. "Young lady, you are very lovely." she said, helping Emma to tie the belt. "I just want to make sure your infection has all gone, OK?" asked Dolores.
Emma nodded, her smile disppearing slowly. "Sit on the sofa. you can keep the robe on if you like" Dolores squatted in front of Emma, parting her legs slightly as she smiled up at the little girl. "Lean back on the sofa and relax, then bring your fett up onto the cushions." Emma did as requested, watching the woman as she moved closer between her feet. The tails of the robe parted, revelaing Emma's aroused sex. "Well, everything looks fine so far, nice and healthy!" beamed Dolores as she reached for a surgical glove. The snap as she pulled it over her fingers made Emma jump.
"What are you going to do?"
"Just take a quick look inside, lay back" Dolores placed her left hand on Emma's thigh and felt her labia, using the natural lubrication to ease her inspection as she ran the young folds between her fingers. She felt the other side, scooping the little girl juice over her fingers as she pushed between her lips. Using two straight fingers, she examined the walls of her vagina, feeling deep inside. Emma pushed back against her hand, her head hard against the back of the sofa, eyes closed.
"Oh, that..."
"That what?" asked Dolores.
"It feels... nice."
Dolores chuckled, pulling her fingers out of the hot young channel. "That's fine. You're all recovered. Now, I think that the boy is ready for you. What we'll do is pretend, during the film, that you are sick from school, and that your teacher comes round to your house with Juan to see how you are, and give you both a lesson on boys and girls and how to kiss and cuddle. Sounds easy, eh?"
"But he won't hurt me, will he?" asked Emma
"No, he will not. I'll make sure that you only feel pleasure. Trust me!"
"But what if he doesn't like me? He might not speak to me or look at me" asked Emma, fiddling with the belt.
"He will, I promise. Or we'll find someone who does." She stood, making for the door. "Tell you what, we'll start with kissing. That'll tell us. You give me a thumbs up sign if you think he likes you!"
"OK, it's a deal" said Emma, pleased that they had a secret to share.
"Let's meet Maria. She's going to play the part of the teacher." They left the room and walked across the corridor, entering another suite without knocking. Emma saw a young boy sitting quietly on the sofa dressed in shorts and a T-Shirt. His dark hair, handsome face and smooth skin pleased her. He smiled. Emma's heart thumped briefly in her chest as she realised that this was the other film star. Next to him was a young girl, older she thought than Lauren, with long, dark straight hair and a cheeky, rounded face with big dark eyes. She looked slightly Spanish and her features were perfect. She wore a robe as well and Emma noticed the shape of her left breast where the sides parted. She glanced nervously at Juan and the girl, judging whether they were likely to hurt her in any way.
After introductions, the children were led through into the main bedroom. Emma noticed that there were two or three spotlights already set up and a microphone dangled from the light fitting above the bed. Two cameras were also mounted on tripods.
Dolores took them by the arms and led them to the bed while Maria checked the cameras. One of them whirred briefly as a little red light shone on the side.
"Now, we'll do the story in bits. Emma, you get into bed, with the robe on, and pretend to be asleep. Then I'll come in with Juan and wake you up. I'll tell you about the lesson and show you both how to kiss, OK?"
"Yep. Don't I have to learn any lines or anything?" asked Emma.
"No, sweety, you'll do fine without them, I'm sure."
"OK" said Emma with a shrug, pulling the crisp cotton covers back and slipping into the big, king-sized bed. She shut her eyes and pulled the sheets tight up to her chin while Dolores whispered to Juan. She felt the lights come on and hid deeper in the pillow. Maria stood by the bed, ready for action, waiting for Dolores to start the second camera.
Maria walked up to the bed. "Here we are then, this is Emma's bedroom. Are you ill, Emma?" Emma nodded. "Oh dear, well we can't interrupt your school work just because you're ill. I've brought Juan here so we can continue our lessons! Here he is."
Juan sat down on the bed next to Emma and looked down at her. She turned to him and looked at his tanned face. He was smiling and Emma thought he looked like a nice young man. She felt easier now she could see him and smiled back, slightly nervous but nonetheless a genuine reaction.
"Now" said Maria, "I'll sit between you two and we can start today's lesson." As she sat the robe parted, giving the camera a view between her legs. She turned to Juan. "Now, let's learn today how to kiss, shall we? Juan, kiss me while Emma watches". Juan leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the lips. Maria responded and took his face in her hands, pushing her tongue into his mouth. She moved her legs slightly so that more was exposed to the camera's eye and they kissed with varying degrees of passion for almost two minutes.
"Oh, Juan, you kiss beautifully, I'm getting quite wet. Now, you watch while I see how Emma does." She looked down as Emma leaned up voluntarily, their lips meeting halfway in the gentlest of kisses. She touched the side of Emma's face, kissing her forehead, her cheeks and making her way slowly back to her lips. Emma's enthusiasm was obvious in her response as she mimicked Maria's hands and actions, feeling her tongue and licking around her lips. Maria pushed the sheets down slightly, and as Emma lay back, she kissed her neck, ears and cheeks as she made her way slowly down to her chest.
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