| Kate's First Assignment (Chapter 1-3) Chapter 1 - Beginnings How exciting! I only just started at Miss Liza's Talent Agency and I'm already working! Well ....... I will be working this weekend. That's when Liza (she told me to call her that) is accompanying me to Byron Bay for a photo shoot. I'm not sure what all the details are, but we leave early on Friday morning, flying only about an hour south of where I live with my Mum and two younger sisters. I do know its something "Top Secret". Mum can't come as she needed more time to arrange somewhere for my sisters to stay, but she says that Liza is sure to look after me. Liza is so nice. She's about 27 or 28, with a great figure and she seems so clever. I just hope I can be like her one day running my own business just like she does. Let me tell you all about me now. I'm Kate Turner, age 14. Some say I've had to grow up faster than some other girls my age, with my Dad dying in a car accident when I was 9, leaving my Mum with the 3 girls, 4,6 and 9. Our Mum does her best, and aside from looking after us all, has to work part-time to make ends meet. Dad's insurance paid off the house at least, but there's all the other bills to cover and Mum does so well. That's part of the reason I hounded her to allow me to try out at the Agency. So I can help out and make her life a bit easier. For a few years now I've been aware of the way boys and sometimes men look at me. My friends always tell me how attractive I am, some even saying "hot". Come to think about it, there's not too much wrong with my appearance. I'm about average height, close to 160cm, athletic figure thanks to netball and swimming. My hair is just past my shoulders, straight and blonde, and my eyes are blue/grey. My bust size had accellerated in the past year, but now seems to have settled in to a proud 12C. Anyway, it was all the little comments that made me decide to give modelling/acting a go, and that's how I ended up at Liza's. I can't wait till Friday morning! Wednesday and Thursday drag on, and finally its 6am Friday and I'm waiting, bag packed, to be collected from home. A car horn beeps and I see its Liza's Mazda outside. Kisses for Mum, cuddles for my sisters, and I'm off on my first assignment! We chat about nothing much for the 20 minute drive to Coolangatta Airport, and before long we are in the air on a Qantas City-Link flight south. We eat breakfast (cereal, fruit and a sweet roll plus juice) on board, and not much later we are touching down at Ballina, a 30 minute transfer to Byron Bay. By 9.30am we have arrived at our accommodation for the next 3 nights, a bungalow of our very own, right on the sands. Its part of one of the resorts so we have full access to all the facilities such as the swimming pools, the restaurants. Liza has already told me its no expense spared this weekend, as the client is paying for everything. The bungalow has a full loungeroom with massive LCD TV, a separate dining, kitchenette, and one huge bedroom with ensuite attached. The bedroom has 2 huge beds, and Liza makes sure I'm OK with sharing, after all it just us girls! The best part is a large verandah out front, facing a very quiet private part of the beach. Chapter 2 – The Task We were due at a briefing at 11am, followed by lunch at noon, then it was meant to be work work work. I'm keen to find out about why there was so much secrecy, and to laern what I'm meant to be doing here for 3 days. Mum has aleady signed the waiver on my behalf, so to a degree I'm up for anything. Mum did warn me that there may be some bare skin needed at times, but I'm OK with my body, and at home we've never worried too much about privacy. I've seem my Mum nude so often, getting in or out of the shower, getting dressed in the mornings, going to the bathroom at night. She's encouraged us girls to be open with each other, but at the same time instilled in us some guidelines whan it comes to those outside the family. After all, I'm now a model, and I'm here to do whatever is asked, within reason. At the briefing I soon found out what that would involve. The first shock was that I'm one of a dozen girls, of which thay will end up only using 4. The other 8 will leave on Saturday, so we all have one afternoon to impress. The 2nd shock is that our host and employer is none other that "Miss Victoria's Secret", a teen version of the famour label about to be launched, with ranges of swimwear, underwear and sleepwear. The 3rd shock is that the team in charge of the afternoon's session, during which we'll either pass or fail, has on the top of their agenda a fully nude catwalk run for each girl. We are herded in to a large changeroom and Liza wishes me luck before she is pushed outside the room. "Don't think about it", "just be me" I tell myself to try to chill out. We are told to strip and then take a seat in like a waiting area, beside a curtained wall. I peel off my suntop, unzip my little denim skirt, trying not to look around too much. Up till now I've only spoken to Liza, only nodding or smiling to the odd other girl. All of us seem to be in the 13-16 bracket, all attractive of course, and all a bit different. I slip my bra off and slide my panties off, and march straight to the nearaest vacant chair. Once there I'm able to relax a bit, and check out the others, my competition. There's taller and shorter, fairer and darker, big boobs and little pancakes, but all attractive in their own way. I feel a bit threatened, after all its my first time at anything like this, but Liza is confident to bring me here so she must think I have what it takes, and I grow in confidence thinking about that. Just across from me there's a girl I smiled at earlier, and she's looking at me in a bit of a strange way. I can't work her out. Her eyes keep scanning me ..... all over, and there's the hint of naughtyness in her eyes. I don't know if it's the air con, or nerves, or whatever, but there are little tingles working through me, and my nipples are showing signs of something happening. OMG ...... even my pussy is getting tingly as I look at her. I'm pretty inexperienced when it comes to sex stuff. I've never had a "real" boyfriend (although I've kissed and cuddled and groped a bit at several parties and at the beach once) and for the record I'm still technically a virgin. Nothing aside from my own fingers and a favourite hairbrush has ever been close to my vagina. Masturbation has had to keep me happy, and I so love loving myself. My only real close contact with another person was a few months ago when my BFF Kelly slept over. We shared my double bed, as we had done innocently many times before, but that last time was different. Kelly brought some magazines with her, "borrowed" from under her brothers bed. They were full-on, like I'd never seen before. Men with girls, girls with girls, 3somes, solos, everything. There was fucking, sucking, licking, nibbling, toys, anal ........... more things than I'd ever dreamed about. It certainly was an education, and before we both knew it we were quietly masturbating, beside each other, sheet pulled up, but obviously both going for it. Kelly came first, and that put me over the edge, then we calmed down before talking about what had just happened. We'd never admitted to each other that we masturbated, and here we were actually doing it, almost together. We talked for a long time, describing how the photos had made us feel, sharing fantasies about what we'd like to do. I only kept one thing from her, and that was how if I ever wanted to be with another girl, it would have been with her. I trusted Kelly, and would do anything for her, as she would for me. We were so comfortable with each other, and shared so much trust. Anyway, back to the present, and here I am sitting naked, in a group of 12, with one particular girl giving me some real intense looks. She was very attractive, as I suppose you'd say we all were. She seemed a little older than me, but it was hard to be sure. Her hair fell in tight curls to her shoulders, dark brown in colour. Her skin was olive, making me wonder if there was some South American or Southern European in her. Her boobs were her best feature, sitting there all nice and perky. Not too big, but noticible enough. One of the organisers started to make an announcement, so we all listen intently. He tells us that behind the curtain is a stage and a catwalk. We are to parade for a minimum of one minute, in front of a panel of five. They are the people to impress, and behind them there's an audience which is made up of our managers or chaperones – whoever had brought us. The organiser then walks around asking us to draw a piece of paper from a bowl. Each has a number, and it will determine our order. I draw the number 4, which is great, not having to wait till near the end. I'm keen to just do it. My "friend" opposite shows me her number – she has the 1 so will be first out. It's time, so she stands, walks confidently to the curtain and slips through, leaving the 11 of us waiting, wondering. The clock ticks slowly and she's back, smiling, looking relieved. No words are allowed through this process, so we don't really know what to expect. Number 2 and 3 go, then its up to me. As I stand and walk towards uncertainty, I'm saying to myself "Pride, confidence, eye contact, head held high, back straight", and everything else I can think of to help me do my best. I slip through the curtain, and bright lights leave nowhere to hide. Here we go. I strut boldly to centre stage, looking directly at the sillouettes of the 5 judges. A smile disguises my nerves, and then I'm off along the catwalk, a pause, a pose, then moving again to the end. Another pose, bigger smile, hands on hips, then a bold idea shakes me. I turn my back to the audience, feet about a foot apart, and slowly bend over, looking back at them as I do. My ass is my best feature, I believe, so let them check me out thoroughly. This pose also shows off my puffy little puss, so I gave my ass a wiggle and stand straight again, facing them all, hands on hips, pelvis out, an even bigger smile, before walking slowly back up the catwalk, pirouetting at the end, a wave and a giggle, then off the stage. WOW. That was fun! My nerves evaporated and I actually enjoyed that whole minute or so, up there, spotlights on, clothes off. I rejoined the others, and sat quietly as the final 8 all took their turns. I watched each on their return, noting a range of reactions visible. A couple looked rocked, one was close to tears, and a few others looked like a startled rabbits. This "test" was doing its job, seeing who could handle the unexpected. The organiser returns to the area, and tells us we can get dressed again, and that its OK to talk now that the task is over. My "friend" shadows me back to where our clothes are, and as I'm checking her out I see the tinyist tattoo above her pussy. I don't quite catch what it is, maybe a rose, maybe a heart. I'm caught peeking and she walks over and introduces herself as Rosa, 15 from Sydney, but originally from Brazil. We share small talk as we dress, and share with each other our on-stage experience. Rosa feels confident she did a good job, and I find myself hoping we are both in the final 4. We won't know till dinner tonight, so there's a few hours to kill. Liza rejoins us and I introduce her to Rosa, and Rosa introduces us to her big sister Josie who drove her up from Sydney. Liza and Josie agree that both Rosa and I were great on the catwalk, and in their opinions we have a great chance of progressing further. Fingers crossed! Chapter 3 – The Fun Begins As we head back to the bungalows we note that Rosa and Josie's is only 2 spots further along, so we are almost neighbours. The beach sounds like a great idea, so we all change quickly and meet up on the sand. Rosa and Josie are in sarongs, but not for long, and as they slip them off we note they are only bearing their bikini bottoms, and there's not much material in either. The lycra seems sprayed on, and both girls look gorgeous together as they jog down to the waves. Liza looks at me, and I look at her, and we both strip off our tops and run to catch up with the other 2 girls. I'd estimate Josie at being about 21 or 22, and Rosa is a shorter copy of her older sister. I can't help but check out Liza as well. Her skimpy white bikini bottoms don't leave anything to the imagination once wet, and I to be honest she takes my breath away. We all muck around in the surf, giggling and jumping around, the waves making us all bump in to each other, and at one point Rosa and I end up in a clinch boobs to boobs, thighs locked close. She smiles at me and plants a quick kiss right on my cheek, before releasing me a running away. I chase her and we fall together in the shallows, entangled in the foamy wash, laughing our heads off as we are watched by Liza and Josie. Its getting late in the day, and we all need to shower and clean up for the special dinner where the 4 girls selected will be announced. I'd almost forgotten as we had fun on the beach, but now its back on my mind. Liza tells me to use the bathroom first as she wants to make some calls, and I head straight for the shower, dropping my bikini as I walk through to the bedroom. Liza has seen all of me there is to see, so I'm not that bashful in front of her now. She jokingly whistles at me as I pass her, flicking my bum on the way. The lukewarm water washes away the sand and the salt, and the shampoo feels great in my hair. As I wash myself I can't help but linger a bit, cradling my breasts, one at a time, giving each nipple a gentle squeeze. Tingles...... One hand washes lower, and I slip a finger along the groove of my puss, gliding back and forward for a moment. More tingles ......... Today's events have certainly put me in a horny mood. Liza brings me out of my trance by calling out, asking me if I'm finished. I tell her almost, and before I know it she's in the room with me, fully naked, telling me to keep the water running. The glass door does nothing for privacy, and gives me a chance to check her out as I rinse off the final soapy film from my legs. Bending, I'm at eye-level with her lower body, and like a magnet my attention is drawn to the spot bewteen her legs, the only thing not revealed to me on the beach earlier. Staring back straight at me is one of the prettiest pussys I've ever seen, not that that's a lot, but it certainly was pretty. She was fully shaved, or waxed, and at the top of her slit her clit just peeked at me, and below her longer inner lips protruded from within. Now I'd seen everything – of hers that is. More tingles .... We swap places and I take the chance to show off a bit by drying myself there in front of her, half watching her soap herself. She told me there was a surprise waiting for me on my bed, so I raced out to see what it was. Oh my, the most beautiful green satin dress was laid out for me. Liza called out to me, saying "and no underwear ..... it will spoil the lines". I slip it on and head to the dresser and mirror to work on my hair and some makeup. I don't usually wear much on my face, but hopefully tonight would be special. Hopefully tonight would be the start of something bigger and better for me professionally, as a model. Liza was out a few minutes later and began to dress as well. Hers matches mine, but is red, which sets off her auburn hair a treat. As I finish at the mirror, Liza leaves the room returning a moment later, and hands me a watermelon Cruiser. She has one too and we sip and chat as we finish getting ready. 6.30 arrives and its time we head over to the dinner. I'm feeling a bit light-headed from the drink (I don't normally have more than a sip of Mum's wine or whatever) and we hold hands as we walk. |