Photos by Greer

by

Mardee Louise

 

CHAPTER ONE

My family was not without means; they were without imagination and without culture. New York City offered many opportunities to overcome these deficits. Museums and concerts abounded. I was drawn to them despite the family's admonition that "it's just for faggots." My grammar school teachers found I had some talent for writing poetry and short stories. My family allowed some piano lessons to show they could afford such luxuries. My high school offered many chances to learn music. Despite my late start, I learned to play the cello quite adequately. Theory and harmony were my metier

In my senior year of high school I was given a letter of introduction to a well known piano teacher who had studied with Nadia Boulanger, an icon of classical music. This teacher agreed to work with me on my limited piano skills but chiefly to teach me advanced and creative theory and harmony. She explained she would charge me very little until I could begin to work as an arranger's assistant which would not take long. Doing piano improvisations in lounges was also in the near future, she advised. I was thrilled. Unfortunately the teacher retired and spent most of her time away from New York only a few months later.

Each Saturday morning I took the subway to the Village. (It was wonderful despite it being pre-Stonewall.) I enjoyed the acceptance of creativity, of differentness that pervaded the more non-commercial areas. After my time with my teacher I stayed in the Village or went uptown to the many museums.

My family was not happy with the direction my life was taking. They resented my independent path to the arts. I was determined to move out as soon as I finished high school. Contacts through my teacher had gotten me several part time jobs teaching music appreciation and elements or principles of music in several private schools. The money was good. I also performed with small chamber groups that provided background music for restaurants on weekends.

Graduation came. In the fall I would attend a municipal college on twenty-third street. If I split my classes between day and evening I would be able to support myself in my own apartment! I wanted the Village. Rents were still reasonable and it would be near everything I loved.

July found me sitting on a bench in Sheridan Square studying the rentals in the daily papers and in the Village Voice. It wouldn't be as easy as I thought. Fortunately an acquaintance came by and stopped to chat. He was a bit older than I and often looked at me like he hadn't a good meal in days. In my naivete I had no idea he was attracted to me. Don't get me wrong. I was never put off by approaches of gay men. (The term gay wasn't used as it is now but you get my meaning.) I just didn't respond. I was just too young and dopey to appreciate the opportunities.

Ricki told me of a very small apartment in a building recently taken over by a photographer from Philadelphia, an exotically attractive woman named Greer. He agreed to call her and let her know I would be there to see the apartment.

The townhouse was not the typical West Village brownstone, rather a federal period home. It was quite attractive. Red brick front, white window frames and door. A bronze plaque announced "PHOTOS by GREER."

I entered. A stairway led up to no place I could see in the dimness. A corridor led to the rear. Immediately to the right were a pair of double doors slightly ajar. I looked in a young woman dressed in Village style greeted me. "Louis?" I nodded. "Greer is expecting you. The portrait session is running late.

"I'm Joy. Not a terribly artsy name but my parents lacked imagination."

"I can relate to that." I smiled at her.

I took the chair she gestured at. As I scanned the photos on the walls I was quickly impressed. Mostly portraits of obviously comfortable young matrons. Some of children. They were all interestingly different. The portraits of the woman were suggestive of characters in nineteenth and even eighteenth century stories or novels. There was an erotic quality to the poses! A shoulder bared in an otherwise demurely draped figure. None wore contemporary styles. The effect was powerful, arresting. Greer would go far as a society photographer despite the Village address.

Joy excused herself and left. I watched the undulations of her lithe body under the white gauze of her flowing summer dress. Her muscular legs stated "dancer" in unequivocal terms. Her long brown hair worn in Alice in Wonderland style invited touch. I smugly anticipated entering her world, the world of creativity and originality.

A door opened down the corridor, then the front door opened and closed. A moment later the door connecting the small reception room opened and a woman came out of the studio. She was magnificently attractive in a sophisticated, worldly way. Perhaps twenty-five, twenty-seven at the most. About five nine, slender with a regal carriage. Her strawberry blonde hair fell across one eye. Her hair fell to just below her collar which was turned up in the style popular then. Small emerald earrings in pierced ears. Almond shaped green eyes. A slightly flared tan chino skirt. Strappy flat sandals. Her tanned legs needed no stockings; the tapered slim ankles were superb. She spoke. "Hello Louis. I'm Greer." I'm not sure that I expected Greer to be a man but I surely wasn't expecting a beautiful woman and certainly not a beautiful woman so close to me in age.

 

CHAPTER TWO

Greer sat in a wicker chair facing me. She slowly crossed her legs and leaned forward in a single movement that fixed my attention on her. "Ricki has been telling me a lot about you. You're a promising young man. Multi-talented. I do the portraits to live. I would much rather just do my own kinds of pictures."

"Your work is different. Uniquely beautiful portraits."

"To quote Al Jolson, 'You ain't seen nothing yet.' But that's for some other time. Ricki tells me you need a place to live. Let me show you around. This floor is devoted to my business and to my art. I live on the next two floors. Joy has some rooms above mine. Keep your imagination in check. There's nothing between us."

Smilingly warmly Greer continued. "I had some fortunate opportunities and so established this career early. I want to give some breaks to people with potential. I understand you play piano well enough now to provide background at cocktail parties. Well you could play for my soirees and I would only ask ..."

I could hardly believe the low amount she asked for rent. Greer reached toward the ceiling in a seductive stretch. She uncoiled her legs affording me a glimpse of shiny white panties. I felt slightly uncomfortable, as if I had done something wrong.

Greer smiled as she rose. She placed her fingers on my wrist and beckoned me to follow her. "The house is not really set up for multiple occupancy. There are five floors not including and the basement. You already know that the first floor is my studio and all that goes with it. I might ask you do a little reception work when I need someone and Joy isn't available. You can have part of the floor above mine. There is a kitchen there that you and Joy can share.

"I put up a mirror and a barre for Joy in the basement. There is a piano down there that you can use when you want to work. An upright Steinway. I'll get a tuner in.

"This is the piano I bought when I took over this house. I don't play very well so I'm not sure why I bought it." We were on the second floor and Greer waved at a rosewood piano, a parlor grand Baldwin. Not bad for someone who didn't really play. Greer continued the tour. I would have been mad to refuse her offer.

"Here's a set of keys. You can start moving in at your convenience." She eyed me peculiarly.

This might be a time to describe myself or how I looked then. I was five ten and very slender. I wore my black hair long for that time. The back was long enough to curl up at the ends. The front fell over my eyes as I played. I affected a mannerism of tossing my head to get my hair to fall back. I have high slavic cheekbones and deep dark slightly oriental eyes. My mouth was almost too delicate for a boy's. Rather sensuous with my upper lip a perfect cupid bow. Soon after this I realized why gay men were drawn to me. When I was a child people often told my mother that I would make a beautiful girl or they would say "oh, he's to pretty to be a boy."

"I think I will photograph you when I know you a little longer. Yes, I can do so many interesting series with you."

I didn't know whether to be flattered or intimidated. Within a week I was fully ensconced in Greer's house.

 

CHAPTER THREE

There was a small kitchen on the fourth floor that Joy and I used. A larger, fully equipped kitchen on the second floor served Greer's needs. She had a cleaning woman almost every day and a cook several days each week.

One stormy Sunday morning I awoke to see Greer standing at the foot of my bed. She wore a green shirt waist dress with a loose skirt. The last few buttons were left undone to reveal the white lace edge of her bra.

"I'll photograph you today."

I nodded. Greer vanished as I swung my legs over the side of the bed. I showered and shaved closely. The smell of coffee led me to the second floor kitchen. Greer watched as I downed two buttered rolls and two cups of coffee.

She rose and I followed her to the studio. Greer unbuttoned my shirt. "Great that you have no body hair." I slipped the shirt off and stepped out of my trousers as she indicated. I sat on a stool in front of a makeup table while Greer fussed with my eyes. She turned me to the mirror. I recognized myself but this was different; I could have been my sister. Eye makeup, not much at that, and lipstick had given an erie , very seductive androgynous look! It was incredibly sexy!

Greer led me to a darkened area of the room. She clicked on some lights to reveal a sparse set of furniture. I was still wearing only my bikini briefs which were still unusual for guys. I was beginning to stiffen at being with a beautiful fully clad woman in my current state of dress. The makeup made the situation bizarrely erotic.

Posed me in front of a chair, Greer draped some articles of clothing on the chair. A slip carelessly across the seat while panties fell across the seat back. The strobe lights flashed repeatedly as Greer photographed my awed expressions.

She stepped forward and eased my bikini pants down to the top of my pubic hair. More flashes, more photographs. Greer motioned for me to hook my thumbs in the waist band of the bikini pants and to lower them slowly. Flashes, the sound of the shutter.

"You're great. You do this instinctively..so unaffected," praised Greer.

I rose to full erection before the next sequence. "Well, we can't have that, can we?" Greer spoke in admonishing tone that frightened me. She burst into laughter. She took my wrist and led me to a bed that was often used in her portrait shoots. She pushed me onto my back and straddled me. "So good you deserve a reward!" Her skirt was at her waist. Powder blue, skin tight cotton panties clung to every curve, every crevice of her beautiful body.

Her hands over mine, she guided my finger tips over her hips, over her bottom. For an instant I imagined she wore a very brief girdle under her panties.

Her finger tips glided over my cockhead. She caressed the base of my scrotum. I quivered and moaned. "Relax, relax, Martin." Her tongue flicked over my nipples. Kissing my navel, she worked her way lower. Her tongue circles the rim of my cockhead. It was ecstasy beyond endurance as she enveloped my cockhead. After lingering for a moment, she kissed the sensitive spot between the back of my scrotum and my hole. I moaned and squealed.

Her mouth again enveloped my head. She kissed the base of my shaft and tongued her way to the head. She swallowed the shaft. My back arched violently as I came in long intense orgasm which seemed to ease only to become more intense. Greer swallowed, looked at me breathlessly. She kissed me deeply allowing me the taste of the cum.

 

CHAPTER FOUR

No reference was ever made to that incident. We settled into comfortable relationships. Joy got a booking with a dance company about to go on tour. I knew I would miss her.

The basement floor puzzled me. There was a utility room that housed the furnace and the water heater. The dance studio with the piano was joined to a small but well equipped home gym. Free weights, a weight bench, an incline board, an exercise bike and a mat were reflected in a mirror that covered an entire wall. There was another room beyond that; the door was always locked. I reasoned it was not for storage because the storage areas were on the floor above mine. Greer remarked with an enigmatic smile, "In case I have to resume my old job."

I was covering as receptionist when an unbelievably attractive woman emerged from a cab outside the window. I caught my breath as her expensively cut skirt rose to reveal the tops of her stockings. The cabbie deposited two large suit cases in the entrance hall.

This dark lady carried a small case.

"I'm Marcia. Greer is expecting me." Greer came out of the studio and embraced Marcia kissing her squarely on the lips. I imagined I saw tongues flick across lips. No, I was sure I saw it!

"Louis, Marcia is a very close friend. I've known her since high school. We worked together on some very special projects."

Marcia was about five five or six. She wore a conservative skirt with a cashmere blazer over a silk blouse that was open enough to reveal the round fullness of her breasts. Her dark brown hair was in tasteful page boy style. Deep scarlet polish accented her well manicured hands. I took the hand she extended. Marcia had an incredibly powerful grip! Awesomely attractive yet as powerful as any amazon. I hoped to get to know her.

"I have an inspiration for a series of photos using you two together. Now, Louis, you must excuse us."

I got up early the next morning although it was Saturday. I went out for a run and then went down the exercise room to lift. Greer had been encouraging me to loose what little fat I had.

Marcia was already in the small exercise room. She smiled warmly. Dressed in dance trunks (much less abbreviated than today's) and a loose tee shirt Marcia was a vision of amazon beauty. Exquisite yet intimidating. She lay on the exercise bench and went through a series of lat and deltoid exercise with heavy dumbbells. I was both awestruck and more than a little turned on.

As she stretched, Marcia asked if I ever wrestled. She smiled as I reddened when I caught a glimpse of her crotch as she lifted her leg straight up. Marcia had an arresting facial expression that was half smile, half frown. My explanation that I had only wrestled in the school yard and I wasn't very good at it elicited this expression.

She rose. She pulled her tee shirt over head to reveal perfectly formed breasts nestled in a black underwire demi bra. Marcia took my hand in way that told me to stand. She put one hand on my elbow, the other behind my neck and began feeling me out as though we began a wrestling match. It was no match! Marcia worked me to my knees and rolled me over in a cradle hold that had me pinned in seconds. I was unable to move against her powerful grip. Marcia was not simply strong; lightning reflexes and great skill made her seem invincible.

As I rose I held my towel in front of me to conceal my erection. Marcia stood in front of me and put her lips to mine. As our lips touched, she whispered. "Really, it would be a shame to waste what you have there!" She pushed me to my knees. She lowered her trunks and kicked them aside. I buried my face in her moistening crotch. Marcia pushed me onto my back. She looked hungrily into my eyes as she lowered herself onto my waiting cock. She rose and fell slowly. Her vaginal muscles were as strong and as well trained as the rest of her lovely body. It was one of the first times I experienced mutual orgasm.

Later Greer would photograph us nude but for bikini bottoms, flexing against each other, hands locked in almost symmetrical push and pull between the sexes. My androgynous make up and Marcia's musculature gave the photos and erotic appeal beyond simple nudity.

Greer asked me to join them for lunch. I did so willingly. Greer told me the story of how she and Marcia met in high school through a mutual friend. This friend had encouraged Marcia to resist a bullying boyfriend. When the boy attempted to assault her, Marcia beat him up. The three friends found this to be a great turn on. She went on to explain that she and Janis had been invited by a wealthy man to his home in Swarthmore where he paid them each one hundred dollars to beat him up.

That had been their inspiration. Janis, the girl who had encouraged Marcia, Marcia's friend Corey and Greer set up as dominatrixes. They made an incredible amount of money! They were careful to pay taxes and were quite imaginative in how they explained they earned it. Since they provided no direct sexual contact, they broke no laws.

An inheritance allowed Greer to move to New York and set up the photography business. The photography business could also be used to explain the large sums of money that she earned.

"Relax. I'm not active as a domme right now. But Marcia is in New York for a special client"

A thousand thoughts ran through my mind. "That's what the locked room is for?"

Greer laughed as she nodded. Leaning toward me she kissed me full on the lips and slowly worked her tongue into my mouth. Did this signify any hopes or was she playing with me?

On the walk home Greer suggested I start judo lessons in a small, private dojo on Greenwich Avenue. I agreed knowing there were reasons beyond the obvious.

 

CHAPTER FIVE

Marcia stood in front of the mirror in the exercise room. She was beyond erotic! She wore a black Merry Widow, a foundation made by Warner that was quite popular in the fifties and sixties. it was low backed open bottom girdle and torsolette combined. Her thighs were smooth above the black welting at the tops of dark full fashioned, seamed hose. Three and half inch t-strap black patent heels completed the ensemble for the moment. She drew on a black cire skirt that covered her knees. Elbow length kid gloves followed.

Greer, demurely dressed in a way that made her look even younger, was to greet the client. I was asked to play some classical music on the second floor Baldwin; music that would filter down to the entrance hall and heighten the mood.

After the client arrived Greer came up to me. "Don't feel you're not part of us. You are very special to me. I find you very attractive."

We were in the studio. Greer photographed me sitting forlornly on the edge of the bed in black bikini briefs.

"Your expression of longing is wonderful! You're my best model ever."

She shot only a few photos. Greer stood up and tilted her head as she looked at me. "I know Marcia had you this morning. But I want you. I want you now and for all the nows I can think of..." Greer unbuttoned her powder blue blouse as she spoke. She shrugged off. Her navy skirt fell in a heap at her ankles. Her bra and panties were concealed by the shortest of white slips; it barely covered her stocking tops. Her hands reached up, eased the straps of the slip off her shoulders. It fell to the floor in slow motion. Her breasts rose and fell over the edge of the smooth white bra. Her tailored white panties glistened in the dim light. I was rock hard after her sensuous yet romantic stripping. She fell slowly on me, her tongue against mine, her hand cupping my balls. She rose to her knees as she massaged my breasts. She bent forward and slowly explored my mouth with her tongue. Somehow she reversed her position so that her back was to my face. She lowered her panties slowly and sat back toward my face. I kissed her cheeks, ran by mouth along the cleft until I teased her butt hole with my tongue. She quivered and moaned.

Greer turned her attention to my cock and balls. She was unreal. I hadn't known one could reach such heights of arousal wand yet not come. She rose to her knees and eased her panties down revealing her own cock! Greer was not a genetic girl! I was wild with desire. I held her cock as I ran my tongue around the rim. My tongue drew her precum into my mouth. It was first taste of cum; so exquisite!

I no longer thought of my own need to cum . My desire was only to pleasure Greer. She undid her bra; it fell freeing her exquisite breasts. Her small breasts were perfect half globes. I drew her down to me and sucked each nipple in turn. My mouth swallowed her shaft as her lips covered my cockhead. My first gay orgasm followed. It would not be my last.

 

CHAPTER SIX

Marcia left the next morning to return to the Philadelphia main line town where she had established herself. She lived with Corey and Janis. Janis had been the creative brain of the group. Corey and Greer had come form main line families. (The expression "Philadelphia Main Line" derived from the fact that these very old, very wealthy towns were on the main line of the Pennsylvania RR.) Greer was the only member of the group who was not a gg, that is genetic or genuine girl. She had only tried wearing panties under her guy clothes until she met Janis and Marcia. Greer confessed she was much more competent and more effective as a girl and , after finishing college at Haverford, went full time. Besides, it made her less of a threat to the husbands of the women who were seeking her out as a portrait photographer.

Greer made it clear that I was not simply a sex toy. She was impressed by my talents and had fallen in love with me. My pulse raced.

I was enthralled by Greer. She was more beautiful, more desirable than any gg I could conceive of. I realized how strongly I preferred a lover with a cock!

Marcia reappeared a few weeks later. She spent some time chatting with Greer. They came up to my room and told me they needed me to participate in a scenario with a client. Greer had a commitment with an agent at that time. I would have to serve as maid to Marcia for the scenario.

The morning arrived. I shaved my armpits in the tub. I ate breakfast in panties and a velour robe. The femme mood took hold of me as Greer did my makeup.

I hooked the black waist cinch in place. A gaff gave me perfect female contours. The full length mirror assured me that I would easily pass as a woman. The silky panties with white lace leg openings thrilled me as I held them in front of me. Greer helped me roll the black stockings over my smooth legs. I fastened them to the garters of the waist cinch. My black bra fit perfectly with the help of breast forms. Curves were created with the help of the forms that pushed my reasonably developed chest muscles over the edge of the bra. I sat staring unbelievably at the very seductive female in the mirror as Greer did my hair in a French braid. Greer slipped my black pumps onto my feet. Fortunately I had practiced walking in them. I had mastered the technique of placing one foot in front of the other. This method not only enabled me to move gracefully in four inch heels; it gave an arresting, sexy walk.

I felt my cock strain against the gaff as I fluffed out the white petticoats. Greer spoke as she kissed me. "Louis just won't do. Hello Lois!"

The client soon arrived. I met him the reception hall. He started as I locked the door behind him. Wordlessly I eased his over coat off. His face tensed as I let it drop to the floor.

"Yes?" My questioned was so forceful that he said nothing. I faced him and extended my hand palm upward. He placed the bills in my hand. I counted ten hundreds onto the table against the wall. I turned to glare at him and disappeared into the reception room. I put the money in the desk drawer and waited a moment or two.

When I emerged the client was pacing. He stopped and stared at me. "What ever are you doing?" He looked more uncomfortable than ever. I knelt to pick up his coat and flung it out of my way. He made a move as if to protest. I slapped his face. "How dare you look at my panties!" He reddened in embarrassment.

After waiting a minute or so I spoke once more. "What ever are you waiting for? Just go down the hall." I took the lead once we descended the back stairs. "Did you look back on the stairs to see up my skirt?"

His voice had been reduced to a cringing whimper. "No, no. I just..."

"Very well. Strip. I'll tell you when to stop. Madame may not want to deal with you if you are too interested in a servant such as I!"

"No, please. I'll do as madame asks."

"Madame doesn't ask. She orders. And I order!"

Before he could speak I spun him against the wall and clamped

a hammer lock on him. As I pushed him toward the door I could see his cock rising against his jockey shorts. "How pathetic," I sneered.

The door opened and I shoved him. I returned about an hour later. He lay bruised and exhausted on his back. Cum covered his naked belly. I nudged his ribs with the pointy toe of my shoe. I pointed to the shower before I let his clothes fall on his face.

The client brushed them off and lay staring at me.

"How dare you?" I grabbed his hair and pulled him to his feet.

He seemed fully recovered as I led him back to the reception hall. He spoke apologetically. "You've added to this experience so very much. Thank you." I took the wadded bills he pressed into my hand. I placed them in my stocking top affording him a glimpse of my panties as I did so. I said nothing but continued to sneer. After slamming the door forcefully I counted four fifties. A rather generous tip to the domme's maid.

I went up to shower. Greer waited for me at the head of the stairs. "So beautiful, soooo sexy!" She led me to the studio.

"Undress your mistress"

I unzipped the back of her dress and helped her out of it. Black bra and panties with matching garter belt supporting off black seamless hose. She raised her hair exposing the back of her neck. The pearl choker accented her long graceful neck. Although I knew Greer was not a gg, she was so beautiful so graceful that I could refer to her only in female pronouns. I kissed her face and drew her against me. Cupping my hands over her breasts, I felt the firmness of her bottom against my groin.

She sat at the dressing table. I reached over her and took the hair brush. I slowly brushed her hair. She turned to me and reached under my short petticoated skirt. Her finger tips were as light as butterflies on the tender skin of my inner thighs. She caressed the silken crotch of my panties. My scrotum tingled. How I wished I hadn't worn a gaff under the uniform.

Greer raised her foot toward me. I knelt and removed the high heeled opera pump. My fingers massaged her arch as my lips covered her toes. Her fingers rested on each side of my face as she drew me toward her kissing me tenderly yet passionately. As I stood before her she pulled my panties down and removed my gaff. "Put the panties back on..shameless girl!" Greer teased me even as she subjugated me to her desires.

Her hands reached behind me and undid my uniform. It fell to the floor. The multi-layered petticoat followed. I stepped out of the sea of white that had formed at my ankles. We lay on the bed locked in a deep embrace.

I licked Greer's cock. "Yes, wet me."

She eased me onto my back and pushed my knees to my shoulders.

My panties were pushed aside as Greer's cockhead came to rest at my hole. Greer looked into my eyes with a look of love, of adoration that I had never dreamed possible. Fuck me, fuck me," I pleaded.

Greer entered my tight bottom. The hurt passed quickly as I experienced a satisfaction that was arousing even as it gratified. Moments later I felt Greer tremble. She moaned as she throbbed within me. I writhed and screamed as I shot streams of hot cum onto Greer as she came in me. It was beyond anything I could have imagined.

 

CHAPTER SEVEN

Greer sat at along table. The photographs of her sessions with me were spread before her. The gallery director and his critic cohorts were praising the work effusively.

"Greer, you are a sensation. They'll flock to us.."

"So your saying you think you will make lot's of money off my work. It's not a flash in the pan. This is just the beginning. I'll retain control of my own creations. You'll buy in on my terms."

"You bargain hard for such a beautiful lady."

Greer sneered. "You don't know the half of what I'm really all about."

"The model. That slim dark haired one in all the sequences. Could almost pass for a boy she's so flat. Yet she is seductive beyond most women I've known."

"Well you'll never know her...not in the way the Bible means to know her" Greer smiled a rather wry smile. She leaned back in her chair crossing her elegant ankles as she extended her legs.

Greer rose and gathered the prints into her portfolio. She walked out leaving the gallery owner with his mouth hanging open. Her card was tossed on the table as she turned to leave.

I sat with Greer in the White Horse sharing sandwiches and draught beer. I laughed aloud as she related the above incident. "They'll call, Lois. And they're going to want to see you. They want you for the opening but I want you at the negotiations. You're going to learn to be an exotic woman for part of the time."

"Greer, I owe you. It's not a problem for me. Being the maid for Marcia and her client last month was a turn on."

"You sly little bitch," Greer teased.

"Lois, you're going to help me control that old bastard.

We're partners in this now. Half yours, half mine on all profits.

Just play this part."

The gallery owner called Greer the next morning. I sat as she listened and responded. "Hasty? I was not in the least hasty. You know how much that show is worth. It's going to be a trend setter. And why were you drooling over my young cousin? Really, at your age... Of course she's my cousin. Now I think I'll do this back in Philadelphia where I can be treated as a lady." She hung up.

When the phone rang a few moments later, Greer told me to answer it. I did and improvised. "Greer's somewhere but she's in a real mood. I can't look for her. I've got to get to school...

Huh? Yes, I'm her cousin. How did you know that? Look sir, I don't want to be late for school..No, high school not college. Bye"

Greer burst out laughing.

The timing was perfect. I managed to turn the corner as the director got out of the cab. The old lecher stared at me as I flounced up the street. It was an attractive, wholesome image; guaranteed to put any dirty old man into a tizzy. Opaque white blouse but not so opaque as to completely conceal the outline of the bra. Medium blue box pleat skirt. White knee socks and saddle shoes. Bounding up the front steps before he could take a step, I glanced over my shoulder and gave him a scrutinizing glance as I smoothed my soft black hair from my face.

By the time the gallery owner had opened the front door. I was in the reception room sitting on the edge of the desk with one foot on the floor and my other knee draped over the corner. He entered an sat down. "Please tell Greer I'm here."

"Who are you?" I asked. I made sure he caught a glimpse of my white cotton panties. I made eye contact and he quickly averted his gaze. Reaching across the desk I picked up the phone. As I bent back both my legs rose from the floor. My panty crotch was plainly visible. Buzzing Greer on the intercom I announced "There's an old guy here to see you. He thinks I'm a mind reader. Didn't bother to tell me who he is." I hung up and spun around at him. "She'll be out in few minutes." He was beet red and sweating.

I gave him a few more flashes of my panties as I freshened my lipstick. Greer came out and kissed me lightly on the lips. We exchanged a few confidences as she walked me to the door. "Yes, Mardee. Do your homework now. We're going out to dinner with an important agent."

I nodded assent. "Cousin Greer... that awful man can't keep his eyes to himself." I said in a stage whisper as she let me out.

Greer glared at the agent. "Congratulations. You made a wonderfully poor first impression on the model you so lauded. Now get out!" He started to speak. "I said get out... Or must I throw you out bodily?"

 

CHAPTER EIGHT

The show opened in a small gallery in Chelsea. Greer wanted me to attend the opening. I knew she would want me dressed en femme. See created an image that no one who saw the photos would have expected.

My hair was done in a French twist. Tiny diamond studs adorned my pierced ears. Gaffed securely, I stepped into a black all in one panty girdle/bra combination. The off black stockings were gartered to the not very long leg girdle. A black half slip followed. I stepped into a basic black dress with tiny cap sleeves.

Square but low neck line. Black suede pumps but not too high. Greer whispered in my ear as she fastened the three strand pearl choker on me, "For you Lois. For being so much a part of my art. No obligations come with this." I was thrilled. If I were a gg, my panties would have been wet.

The effect caused by the demure coed was beyond any hope Greer had. I was an enigma. How could this lovely college girl project such an image of sexuality that turned on men and women. Almost all the framed pieces sold. The gallery got paid commitments for the limited to fifty folios and at Five hundred dollars each.

There was superb critical acclaim. The mainstream dailies sent their art and photography writers to the gallery after the opening.

The uptown gallery owner was furious at himself for trying to foist his terms on Greer. She adamantly refused to talk with him about future shows. He left a message that he would be at Greer's that afternoon. It would be a thrill for him to apologize to Lois he said. She returned his call when he was out. "Come and let's get this settled," was Greer's message. He did not what he was getting into.

He sat reading a newspaper by the light of the front window as he waited for Greer. I entered the room dressed my school girl uniform skirt that I had worn when he was here before. Blouse and navy blazer with appropriate emblem. Dark stocking and sensible oxfords completed the ensemble. My hair was in twin pony tails.

I walked straight to the desk not noticing him as he looked up. I buzzed the intercom. Perching on the side of the desk I spun toward the window and crossed my legs revealing an expanse of thigh above my hose tops. Wow, I sure got his attention.

I slid off the desk, smoothed my skirt and walked toward him. Poor old fellow looked awestruck! Darn, so much glare form the window." I closed the bottom half of the shutters.

I resumed my perch on the desk and stared at him. "Got in trouble the last time. Don't kid me, you know you did!"

He fidgeted as I went on. "Probably cost you big time. I'll bet it did. Well...I guess you might not have deserved that." He deserved more and worse but I didn't say that. Not just yet!

He got up as I smiled at him. I walked over to him. He rose. I turned my back and let my bottom brush over his groin. He stood there as I backed into him. I took his hand and drew it to my front. His stiffening cock pressed against the cleft of my bottom.

My hand found his balls and cupped them. Poor bastard almost had a heart attack. Glad he didn't. It would have spoiled our good time. Fondling him casually, I rubbed my butt from side to side.

His hand was raising my skirt. I turned to him and pushed him to his knees. I pulled my skirt slowly up so that only the very bottom of my white cotton panties were showing. "Like what you see?" I turned my back to him. I bent slightly at he waist offering my butt. "Kiss it," I whispered. He complied.

I drew him to his feet and undid his fly freeing his erect cock. As he reached for me I applied an arm bar and brought him forward. "Dirty old man. And such a pathetic little thing you have!" I kneed him in the ribs. He moaned and tried to break free.

"Pathetic. Can't even protect yourself form the girl you were going to molest." More pressure brought him to his knees. Greer entered from the studio.

"How sad you look. Still going to force your terms on me?"

She laughed mockingly. "Deal with him."

I yanked him to his feet and rolled him over my hip. Please, enough." As he rose I caught him in wrist lock and led him into the studio.

"So you like to see up my skirt." I flipped him onto his back and stood over him. "Like what you see?"

My knees were on his shoulders in a school yard pin. I rubbed my panty crotch which was only inches from his face. Reaching back I squeezed his balls until he screamed.

"Would you like some souvenir photos? I'll ask Greer to take some."

"No, no. You'll ruin me."

"Didn't you want to take advantage me financially? You deserve to be ruined!" Greer tormented him from the shadows.

She stepped into the light. I got up and brought him to his knees. He gaped as Greer pulled her top over her head and let her skirt fall to the floor.

Greer slapped his face. It was now my turn. I slowly undid my blouse and let fall. "Want to taste my tender little titties? ...Well, do you?"

He shook his head vigorously.

"Guess you lost your appetite."

My skirt fell to the floor. I kicked it at him.

"Like my innocent panties? Oh you know you do! Usually you like black leather and on guys. Soooo kinky!

"But this little girl will hurt as they couldn't begin to. "

I pressed his face against my panties until he gasped for air.

"Get up!" He did.

Greer stood before him. She kneed him in the balls. He doubled

over , fell to his knees and moaned. A nudge from Greer's foot sent him sprawling.

After a few minutes I caught his hair and pulled him to his knees. He was rather rumpled by this time. He staggered to his feet. I rubbed my butt against his cock before I threw him over my shoulder. I repeated this several times until he lay on his back with his cock throbbing. I knelt on one knee making sure he could see my panty crotch. I massaged his balls with the flat of my hand until he came. Great spurts of cum shot up and landed on the front of his shirt and trousers. We smiled down on him as he composed himself. He got up after a few minutes.

I led him toward the door. He protested "I can't leave like this..."

"Shall I rip your clothes off before I let you out?"

I opened the door and nudged him onto the front steps. "And if you ever pester us again I will really hurt you..and then I'll yell rape!" I slammed the door.

Later that evening Greer looked into my eyes as I lay on her bed. Dinner was great. The two attractive, tastefully dressed women turned more than a few heads.

"Lois, you are wonderful. Musician, arranger, exotic model, demure school girl, judo expert and my protector!" She kissed me deeply. Easing my bra down, Greer took my nipple between her lips as her hand stroked my thighs.

"Such sexy legs," she cooed. "Keep you stockings on."

We caressed for what seemed like hours yet was not enough.

We wanted this to go on for all time. Greer rolled onto her back. She raised her hips and lowered her panties. She did the same for me. An incredibly long and delicious sixty-nine brought us both off.

We basked in the afterglow our fingers touching lightly. Greer found my cock and skillfully revived my erection. Drawing her knees to her chest, she pulled me on top of her. Her hand guided my cockhead to he hole. I breathed deeply. No words were spoken as I entered her. It was the first time I had ever penetrated Greer or any other male. Greer clamped my cock with her sphincter. She relaxed as I plunged deeper. Squeezing and relaxing created a vibration in the depths of my groin. It gathered strength until my entire being tingled with an electric passion that welled up from every corner of my being. I came as I had never come.

I though that I had experienced everything in that all the months of caring and love and passion that brought me to that orgasm. Yet I was to learn more from Greer and her friends in the next few years than I had learned before and have learned since.

Mardee Louise Prynne

 

 

 

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