Ch 16

"Really," Penelope answered. "Go ahead." Madison looked in confusion, but her lips stayed closed. "When you're on it, make sure that it's an explanation auntie could hear as well."

"You can't tell mom," Madison said, her panic palpable.

Penelope smirked vindictively. "And tell me why not, especially after all those useless-cousin-with-stupid-dreams comments. I think it would be fun for auntie to learn how much of a deviant her daughter is."

"Umm," Madison murmured even as Katie tried to get smaller, which only helped for my shaft to press harder against it, then her face alight with sudden inspiration. "Stephen!" she said. "He is a photographer, and I'm sure he could help to arrange a few auditions for you."

I couldn't help but smirk as the expression on Penelope's face turned from casual vindictiveness to hopefulness. And just like that, I got a good handle of Pelenope's personality. She was a textbook character, beautiful and bountiful, coming to the big town with a desire to reach fame, only to come to a standstill after realizing entering to the show business wasn't as simple. "Really?" she managed to ask in a cracking voice.

"Sure," I answered even as I pushed Katie off my lap. There was no reason not to push the stakes further, especially since I wasn't in the crosshair of the fallout in any case. A distressed sound escaped Penelope's mouth as her eyes turned to my erection, her face alight with shock. She examined it for a couple of seconds, then let out a strangled gasp and closed her eyes. I sighed in an expression of disappointment. "But your extreme reaction to nudism doesn't bode well. An actress shouldn't be shocked that easily."

"Really?" she murmured in shock, her hands still over her eyes. It was ridiculous how easily she was following my statements. Just a few sentences, and I could already say that she was extremely gullible.

"Of course," I answered, knowing that technically it was true. With great reluctance, she pulled her hands away and opened her eyes, struggling to keep them away from my midsection, but failing occasionally. It was cute just how naive she was. I leaned down to pick my underwear. "However, it has been too late already, and I need to leave, but give me your number, and I'll make sure to call you in a couple of days so we can talk more." Talk, and make her pay for interrupting such a beautiful opportunity that was almost about to end with a threesome. It was sacrilege.

"Okay, let me pick a pen and paper," she said before dashing away, uncaring about the way her tits jumped with her hurried steps. It was going to be fun, making her pay.

"Okay girls," I said even as I dressed quickly. "It was an interesting evening, but it's for the best if I disappear after she returns, as it's best if we don't push her." Both nodded, still trying to process the shock of being caught in such a compromising position. "See you tomorrow," I said to Katie before leaning forward and capturing her lips for a short but intense kiss, then left the room, closing the door behind me.

Then, Madison's cousin came back running, a piece of paper in her hand. I liked the way she came, her tits jumping up and down in a way that begged for my hands to wrap around them. "Penelope," I greeted her.

"Please call me Penny," she managed to say between deep breaths.

"Penny it is," I said, grabbing her hand gently before bringing it to my lips. "It's a pleasure," I said.

"Thanks," she managed to murmur even as the blush crept at her face. I guessed it was the effect of seeing me naked.

I took a step towards her, and she reflexively took one back. I angled my next step carefully, and she found herself trapped between me and the wall. "As I said, I need to run, but I'll make to call you the day after tomorrow. I even have a small job you might be interested in, how that it sounds for you?" I asked, leaning a bit closer with each step.

"It sounds amazing," she managed to whisper, frozen in indecision with the sudden shift in the situation.

"Perfect," I said and gently caressed her cheek before walking away. Her presence had been a surprise, but not an unwelcome one, I thought as I walked into the chilling night air…

***** ***** ***** ***** *****

I couldn't feel but elated as I drove back home. Yes, my plan had been derailed unexpectedly with a surprise visit from Madison's cousin, but at least, a total crisis scenario had been prevented, with the added bonus of another prospective model. Penelope, or Penny as she wanted to be called, was a very unlucky girl. Tall, blond, and voluptuous despite being slim, she would have made a killing as a model a decade ago as a top model, but the fashion was different. Still, I was sure that I could arrange 'something'…

Once again, I left the car a block away from my final destination, this time, not wanting to wake Nancy or Nicole off with its noise. But when I unlocked the front door, I was met with the evidence that Nancy was still awake. The TV was still on, a dance of naked flesh blaring prominently on the screen, muted to keep the rest of the house unaware. Another midnight indiscretion, I noted with excitement.

And this time, I was in a prime position to catch her in the act. She had positioned herself to get an unobstructed view of both the stairs and basement door, which would have allowed her time to recover. But she had one glaring mistake, her back was facing at the front door, assuming no one would arrive this late. A dangerous omission…

I did my best to close the door as silently as possible. Yes, she was engrossed in the erotic scene in front of her, more than one way if I was reading the way her shoulder was moving correctly, but that was no reason to take silly risks, not when she generously created such an interesting opportunity for me right after our amazing photo shoot.

She was even dressed for the occasion, I realized as I walked closer. I could see a very familiar bra strap going over her shoulder and nothing else. I sneaked nearer until the distance between us reduced to a few steps, and she somehow managed not to notice my presence. I confirmed that she was wearing the set of underwear I gifted to her, and nothing else. For almost half a minute, I waited behind her, curious whether she would notice me, but she was far more engrossed with her fingers, circling around her knob repeatedly in an attempt to push herself into a climax. Even better, I was able to sniff a dash of alcohol in the air, not enough to make her drunk, but enough to impair the speed of her thoughts.

I waited until her eyes closed in anticipation of an impending orgasm before taking my last step, and carefully picked up the remote without alerting her, to prevent her from changing the channel in a hurry. I wanted the movie to run in the backdrop as we talked. I watched silently as she pushed her panties to the side, her fingers sliding inside her repeatedly in an effort to push her over the edge, her other hand over her breast, mauling her breasts, speeding up her journey.

Then, she started to tremble as the pleasure overwhelmed her senses, her lips parted open to let out a string of pleasure-filled moans, one that tempted me to lean forward to silence her lips with mine. Unfortunately, it wasn't a viable path of behavior, not for yet at least. Instead, I chose to break her single-minded focus on my words. "Good evening, Nancy. Busy night?"

Muffled shriek she let out was beautiful, making me wish that pushing towards her lips was an option. But I consoled myself by hovering above her as she searched for the remote hurriedly, her assets jumbling around, her almost invisible underwear no help in hiding their hypnotic movements. "Stephen!" she whispered after giving up the search for the remote, barely audible volume of her voice doing nothing to hide her shame.

"Nancy," I replied.

"Where did you come from," she whispered as her arms wrapped around her chest, her legs crossed to hide her entrance, appetizingly wet.

"I was out, but are you sure you want to play twenty questions in your current state?" She looked at me helplessly, but said nothing. "I guessed as much. Anyway, I need to catch up my sleep, but don't forget to drop by at midnight tomorrow for another session." I waited until I received a hesitant nod, then left for my own room. I needed my sleep. Tomorrow was going to be exhausting.

Reality not always agreed with our plans, something I realized in annoyance when I woke up at six-thirty, and failed to return to sleep despite my best efforts otherwise. After twenty minutes of fruitless struggle to fall back unconscious, I surrendered and stood up.

I looked at the small, uncomfortable shower I had downstairs reluctantly, until I realized that there was nothing that was preventing me to use the one at the upstairs. None of the occupants could really argue against it after the quality times we spent together.

I quickly undressed, and went out with only a towel around my waist. Until upstairs, I saw no one, but I realized that my plans were ruined when I arrived there. I could already hear the water running. Or was it ruined, I quickly corrected my thoughts when I noticed only Nicole's door was open.

I carefully twisted the doorknob, careful not to make any noise as I peered through the crack to see it was indeed Nicole that was there, looking exquisite as the warm water flowed around her, stealing the foam around. I stepped inside and closed the door, doing my best not to make any noise until the door was closed. "Good morning, Nicole," I said.

The surprised shriek that left her mouth was quite beautiful. "Stephen," she exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"

I shrugged like my presence here was something ordinary. "The shower downstairs was having some problems, so I decided to use this one," I explained, dropping my towel mid-sentence, which revealed my hardening arousal.

"But-" she said, trying to draw rightful attention to the absurdity of the situation, but I cut her off.

"Come on, Nicole, it should be okay. A little shower together shouldn't be a big deal after all the moments we spent together, right?" She stayed silent, but the delicious blush that spread through her whole body told me where her mind currently was. I didn't miss the opportunity it afforded me, and stepped inside the shower. It was a snug fit, as it wasn't exactly designed large enough for two people.

"I should go," she murmured. "So that you can shower more comfortably."

"Stop," I said, wrapping my arm around her waist, though it turned out to be unnecessary. She stayed frozen as the warm water flowed over us, and I reached for the soap. "Let me help," I said as I squeezed a dollop of liquid soap in my hand before bringing it over her back, tracing it over her spine. She trembled under my touch, but it wasn't as interesting as the way she pushed her bottom towards me until my shaft was pressing between her cheeks. Interesting initiative, showing her body had already accepted the thing her mind did its best to reject.

My hands continued their journey over her wet skin, getting more adventurous with each passing second. One slipped lower on her back, the other shifting to her front, drawing a determined path towards her breasts. "The lock," she murmured suddenly as my fingers brushed under her breasts. "The lock is broken, what if someone decides to enter."

"Good point," I answered before reaching towards the water valve, increasing the hot water, which started to fill the cabin with hot steam, enough to obscure the view. "Much better, right?" I asked. She gave no answer, but her silence might also be about the way I started to rub her bottom, or my fingers finally clasping around her breasts. I squeezed softly. "Should I remind you about the cost of avoiding answers," I whispered into her ear.

"No need," she moaned in panic.

"Then, answer the question," I said, underlining my comment with my tightening grip around her breast.

"Yes, it's much better," she gasped, a loaded, erotic sound that begged for more. It was impressive, just how malleable she was, unable to put even the slightest resistance against my predations. I continued exploring her body, not bothering to act even the slightest like it was about helping her shower.

"So, my dear Nicole," I whispered. "Do you have anything to do tonight?"

"No," she answered, the way her voice trembled music to my ears. "Why?"

"We have some more costumes we need to go through," I said. "In particular, there is a librarian costume that would fit you deliciously, complete with the garter belt."

"Why are you doing this?" she whimpered, helpless.

I smirked at her flailing attempts of resistance. Weak, not because I represented a huge presence pushed her down, but because of the way she was wired, unable to sustain even the slightest resistance once she had accepted my authority over her. A true treasure, I thought as I brought my fingers at her entrance, exploring her entrance. "I'm doing nothing," I said. "Or better put, I'm doing nothing you don't want desperately. Or would you like to try to convince me that your wetness is solely due to the shower, that your own desires had no part play on this."

Her reply was another helpless whimper, so I decided to help myself on the exquisite treasures she was offering. My fingers slid inside her repeatedly, each increasing her voice a bit more. But before I could slide inside her, I was interrupted by the door opening. "Occupied," Nicole shouted in panic, despite lack of sight, owing to the steam that filled the room.

"Sorry, mom," came the reply from Katie. "Madison's cousin just dropped me off, and I need to finish my make-up. I'm almost late. And it's not like I can see anything from the steam."

Ideally, I should have stayed motionless, allowing Nicole to deflect the situation without distraction, but it wouldn't have been as fun. I quickened the pacing of my fingers. "Isn't it earlier than usual," Nicole asked, but her voice rose halfway as my fingers pushed deeper inside her.

"There is an early assembly today for some kind of event, so the bus is going to pick us up earlier than usual."

"Good!" Nicole answered, but her response turned into a loud moan when I decided to push the things into the new level, and slid my shaft inside her without warning, pushing deep inside her without waiting for her to get used to her presence. The result was a deep moan that filled the room.

"Are you okay, mum?" Katie asked, worried.

"It's nothing," Nicole managed to stammer. "I just hit my finger to a corner."

"Ah, I see," Katie answered. "Anyway, let me finish my makeup and I'll go."

The next few minutes passed relatively quickly, nothing but occasional whimpers let out by Nicole that drowned by the noise of the water. But Katie's presence had put a bit of fight into her, she was trying to push me away. It was a weak, ineffectual display of power. But it was enough to annoy me, so I strengthened my grip on her thighs and changed my rhythm, impaling her with long, hard moves that slowed only at the last second, a small mercy for her to keep silent.

"It's done, mom. See you at the dinner," she said. A moment later, the sound of a door slamming shut echoed in the room. At that moment, she turned towards me, her face telling me that she had some pointed comments about what had just transpired.

But I had no intention of listening to them, which was why I wrapped my hand around her hair and pulled her back, until her back was pressing against the wall. I released her from my grip, but only because I was already in front of her, my arms on both sides of her, ready to prevent any attempt to escape. "You seem like you're about to say something," I ordered. "Go ahead."

Her lips parted, but her earlier determination was already lost, unable to sustain itself through the sudden change in the situation. I didn't allow any words to form nevertheless, pressing my lips against her ruby lips, my tongue invading her mouth to steal her ability to speak. Under a rush of assault, she was unable to make any noise other than occasional low-pitched moan.

I pushed my hips forward, and her warmth enveloped my shaft once more, filling me with desire. Only after that, I vacated her mouth, trailing kisses on her cheek on my way to her neck. At my destination, my teeth joined the fray once more, leaving a string of hickeys over her neck, each squeeze accompanied by another feminine cry, tempting me to push even harder. Soon, I was at the edge of my ability to hold back. When an orgasm hit her, making her tighten around my shaft, I was barely able to pull out, spraying on her stomach instead, which cleaned almost instantly under the torrent of warm water.

"It was a good shower," I said, punctuating the sentence with one last peck on her lips before stepping out, leaving her alone in the shower, trembling under the effects of monumental arousal. "Don't forget to visit me around twelve for the new costumes, and not to mention the client asked us to do one additional swimsuit," I added as I quickly dried myself. I stepped out and went back to my room, luckily managing to avoid the girls. I hadn't been looking forward to explaining why I was leaving the shower wet despite Nicole being there.