Justine Maes a New Friend

Another episode in the life of Justine, the property of Mistress Jasmine. For background concerning Justine and her Mistress, please check out my other stories. Thanks for reading!

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Elaine West stood in line at the coffee shop and looked around at the people seated at the small tables in the sitting area. Most of the tables were occupied by couples, with a few exceptions, mostly geeky looking guys and goth girls hunched over their PCs or tablets. There was, however, one woman that caught Elaine's eye. The woman was probably in her forties, had mousey brown hair and smallish breasts but, from what Elaine could see from her vantage point, excellently formed legs. She sat alone at a table for two by one of the large plate glass windows. She had a book in front of her, closed, and was staring out the window as she sipped her drink or took a bite of her pastry. Elaine shifted her book bag into a more comfortable position on her shoulder and stepped closer to the counter as the people in front of her placed their orders and stepped aside. While she waited her turn she studied the woman by the window. There were certain body language signals that Elaine had found that told her if she would be interested in women that she met. Or that she wanted to meet. The woman by the window was sending all those signals. Elaine placed her order with the young Indian girl at the register and stepped over to the pick up counter. Soon she received her drink from another Indian woman, this one with an "Owner/Manager" bar pinned to her white shirt, and took her time adding cream and sugar. She then stood by and waited until all of the tables in the shop were occupied. She then walked over to the older woman's table.

Justine sat by the window in the coffee house. She had the day off and had done some shopping and was relaxing with a latte and croissant as a late lunch. The book she had been reading lay on the table across from the paper plate holding her pastry. She planned to go home after finishing her lunch and hoped to be able to do some more reading before preparing supper. As she stared out the window at the light afternoon traffic, a young woman dressed in jeans and a long sleeve tee shirt and carrying a small backpack slung over one shoulder stepped up to her table.

"Excuse me, Ma'am" the woman said. "Do you mind sharing your table? All the others are full. I won't bother you, I just want a place to sit for a while and drink my coffee."

Justine looked up at the woman, she appeared to be in her late teens, maybe twenty years old. She had shoulder length blonde hair, small breasts and must be wearing a size zero pair of jeans. But the thing that Jasmine noticed most was the small ring that pierced the girl's right nostril.

"Well, ok," Justine said. "I mean, sure, have a seat." She indicated the chair opposite herself. The girl dropped her backpack on the floor and sat down. She took a tentative sip of her coffee, then held out her hand to Justine.

"I'm Elaine," she said looking at Justine expectantly.

"Oh, well, I'm Justine."

"Nice to meet you Justine."

"Nice to meet you too, Elaine."

Justine took a sip of her latte, returning her gaze to the traffic outside.

"Um, Justine," began Elaine. "I love your accent, do you mind telling me where you're from."

"I'm," Justine began as she turned to face Elaine, then she paused, not meeting Elaine's eyes. "I'm from...the South."

"Ah, a Southern Belle," responded Elaine with a grin. "Where in the South?"

Justine turned her gaze back to the window. "Just...just the South."

"Oh, ok." Elaine said.

Justine raised her cup to her lips and took a sip. As she did, Elaine saw that there was a band of faint pink color around Justine's wrist. Justine noticed Elaine's attention and sat her cup down and pulled her sleeve down to cover her wrist.

"So," Elaine said. "Do you live here now or are you visiting? Or on a vacation trip?"

Justine fidgeted in her seat, visibly uncomfortable. "I...well, I live here now."

Elaine nodded and smiled. "Do you like it here? I mean I guess you do or you wouldn't still be here, right?"

Justine bit her lower lip and shrugged. "I guess I do." She said. "I really have to go, it was nice meeting you." She sat her cup down and reached out to pick up her book. As she did Elaine placed her hand on top of Justine's. Justine looked at Elaine and tried to pull her hand away but Elaine held it tight.

Elaine looked into Justine's eyes. "Justine," Elaine said. "Don't go. I really want to get to know you."

Justine looked around the coffee shop. No one was looking in their direction. "Look, I...I'd like to get to know you too but..."

Elaine interrupted, "But we only just met and you're nervous around strangers. I understand."

Justine nodded.

Elaine sat back in her chair, smiled and went on, "Well, sit back and I'll tell you about myself, then I won't be a stranger."

Justine still looked like she wanted to leave, but she sat back also and folded her hands in her lap.

"I'm a sophomore art major at the university," Elaine said. "With a minor in art history. I do some painting, portraits mostly, and photography when I can find time, to earn some spending money. I'm from Delaware, but I plan to stay here after I graduate." Elaine took a drink from her cup. "So there, now I'm not a stranger anymore."

Justine pushed her croissant with her fork and said without looking up, "No, I guess not."

Elaine reached across the table and lifted Justine's face up so that they were eye to eye. She examined Justine's face from both sides, then said. "Justine. You have beautiful cheek bones. I've just decided to use you as my model for my next photography assignment."

"What?" Justine said. "But I..."

"No buts, Justine." Elaine said excitedly. "I need the perfect model for my next photo set to keep my A and you are it."

"Well, I'm sure you can find another subject, and besides, I don't know when I'd have the time to pose or anything."

"How about now? We can go to my place and get started right now."

"Wait, how do I know..."

"We can't wait, Justine. I'm inspired. You've inspired me!"

"But I have to get home. I..."

Elaine ignored Justine's protests and stood up. "Let's go. You have a car right?"

"Well, yes" replied Justine. "But I...wait."

Elaine leaned over and placed a finger to Justine's lips. "Shhhh. Justine," she said. "No more talking. Let's go."

Justine's shoulders slumped as she rose from her chair. She picked up her purse and followed Elaine out into the parking lot.

"Which one is yours?"

"That one," answered Justine as she indicated a white BMW convertible.

"Great," said Elaine. "Give me the keys. We'll get to the dorm quicker if I drive."

Justine handed her keys to Elaine and got in the car on the passenger side. As they drove out of the parking lot, the coffee shop owner took her cell phone out of the pocket of her apron and began typing in a text message.

The trip to the dorm only took a few minutes. Justine decided that they could have walked the distance and got there quicker what with all of the traffic delays. They were lucky in that there was a parking space only one space over from the entrance to Elaine's dorm.

"This looks more like apartments than a dorm," observed Justine. "Are you really a student?"

"Didn't you see the University sign back there?" Elaine asked. "The old style dorms are so last century. Everybody who can lives in the new apartment style dorms. There are four of us that live here. Probably most of the others are in class though."

As she and Elaine got out of the car and walked into the hallway of the building, Justine held out her hand for her keys. Elaine ignored Justine and led her up a short flight of stairs and to the door of her apartment. She opened the door and let Justine enter ahead of her.

The door opened onto a small living room area with a table with four chairs on one end and a sofa and two chairs on the other. On the wall opposite the sofa was a wall mounted HD TV over a low entertainment center that contained various electronic units. There was a kitchen area that was separated from the living area by a bar with three stools on the living area side. Justine had expected the place to be cluttered and generally unkempt but instead it was organized and apparently spotless. It looked more like a model apartment rather than the home of four college age girls.

Elaine gestured at the room. "So, what do you think? Nice, huh?"

Justine looked around and nodded. "It looks very nice."

Elaine stepped over to the bar and sat Justine's keys by a vase of flowers. "There are two bedrooms," she said. "Two girls to a room, which is gay, but my parents wouldn't pay the extra rent for a four bedroom place."

Justine nodded. "So do you have a room for a studio? I mean, where do you make your pictures?"

"Well, for today's shoot I'll just have you sit in a chair for some shots and then stand you by the patio door. It's not much but I think the lighting will give me the look I have in mind."

Justine started to speak but Elaine took her by the hand and led her to a chair. "Now, sit here and I'll be right back with my camera." She walked quickly from the room. Justine looked around the room, spotted her keys on the bar and was about to get up when Elaine returned carrying a complicated and expensive looking camera. She positioned Justine and made several shots of her profile, both sides, and some straight ahead shots.

"Very good, Justine. You're a natural model."

"Thank you," Justine replied and leaned forward to get up. "But I should be going. I hope you..."

"Oh wait." interrupted Elaine. She stepped close to Justine and held her in place. "We've just started. Those were just preliminary shots to see how best to frame your face. It looks like both sides are wonderful."

Justine blushed slightly and sat back in her chair. Elaine continued, "Now I want you to step over to the patio door." Justine stood and walked to the glass door, there were sheer curtains that filtered the light from the outside. "Now, let's try some poses."

After several different poses Justine became more relaxed and began to enjoy the attention that Elaine was paying to her. Elaine noticed the change in Justine's demeanor and decided to move to the next step in her plan. "Justine," she said. "Now, I want you to unbutton your blouse and let it hang open, as if you were getting dressed when something outside caught your eye."

Justine placed her hand over her chest, just below her chin. "I...I really don't think I want to pose like that."

"Oh but Justine, please, the light is just right now and it's not like you'll be showing anything. Please, it will be a great shot."

Justine played with the first closed button on her blouse and Elaine knew that only a little more persuasion would do the trick.

"That's it, Justine. This is going to be an A shoot for sure."

Justine smiled a tiny smile and undid the button.

Later, Justine stood nude from the waist up as Elaine snapped pictures from every angle. Justine heard a key unlock the door to the apartment and the door open. She looked startled and crossed her arms over her chest then pulled the curtain around her body. "What...who is that?" she said. Elaine stood up from where she was kneeling on the floor and looked toward the door. A beautiful black girl walked into the apartment holding a collection of textbooks in front of her with both arms wrapped around them. She appeared to be as startled as Justine to see a stranger in the apartment.

"Mis...I mean, Elaine," the girl began. "Who...who is this?" She nodded toward Justine.

"Hi Sash," Elaine said. "This is Justine. Justine meet Sasha. She's one of my roommates."

"Hi," said Justine as she nodded toward Sasha. She couldn't help but stare a the new girl. She had skin so black it almost had a blue sheen to it. Her hair was pulled back severely and held in place by a wide clip. Her tight jeans showed off trim legs. Her face had sharp cheek bones, her eyes were dark and had a slight almond shape to them. Her breasts were hidden by her books but Justine had a feeling they were as beautiful as the rest of girl.

"She's helping me with my next assignment."

"But I thought," Sasha said softly. "I thought I was going to model for you."

Elaine laughed. "Oh you are. In fact, your timing is almost perfect."

"I don't understand," Sasha said. "If this, woman, is posing for you..."

"It's simple," interrupted Elaine. "You are both modeling for this shoot."

From her place by the window Justine said, "Elaine, I really think it's time for me to go."

Elaine turned toward her. "Stay right there Justine. Sash just has to get ready and join you in the setting."

"But," began Sash.

"Sash!" snapped Elaine. "Take off your shirt and bra and go stand behind Justine."

Sasha meekly placed her books on the dining table and walked toward Justine, removing her clothes as she did.

"Oh wait," began Justine. "I don't think..."

"Then don't think," said Elaine. "Just go with the moment. This will be great. Perfect."

Sasha stood behind Justine. Justine still held the sheer curtain around her. She looked nervously over her shoulder at Sasha then back to Elaine.

"Justine," said Elaine. "Drop the curtain and face the window. Sasha put your arms around Justine's waist. Justine put one hand on Sasha's arms and bring the other to your shoulder, with your wrist between your breasts. Yes, just like that. Now both of you look out the door."

As Elaine snapped shots of the two of them, adjusting their pose from time to time, Justine began to relax. Between pictures she would glance at the contrast of Sasha's black skin against her pale skin. She was surprised to find herself becoming aroused by the touch of the black girl's hands.

Elaine was pleased to notice the change in Justine's breathing and the way she moved from position to position with Sasha. She decided to take Justine to the next level. She stood and held the camera up, resting it against her shoulder. "Sasha," she said. "Stand in front of Justine, facing me, and take off the rest of your clothes. Then turn and face Justine."

Justine couldn't speak as Sasha unfastened and unzipped her jeans and pushed them to the floor. She wore no panties. She turned and with her arms by her side, faced Justine.

"Now, Justine, keep your eyes on Sasha's, but don't move otherwise."

"Wait, what?" began Justine. Her eyes were on the black girls breasts. They were perfectly formed with small aureoles and nipples.

"Just follow my directions and everything will be fine." Elaine said.

"Sasha, remove Justine's clothes."

"Oh, wait, please," Justine said as she took a step back.

"Justine," snapped Elaine, then in a calmer voice went on. "Remember, just go with the moment."

Justine locked her eyes on Sasha's as the other girl removed Justine's shoes and socks. She trembled slightly as her slacks were pulled down and tossed aside. Then, as her panties were removed, she put a hand over her mound and closed her eyes. All the while, the camera clicked.

"Now, Sash, I want you to warm Justine up a little with your hands." Elaine said.

Sasha nodded and began to caress Justine's thighs, planting soft kisses here and there. She stood and stroked Justine's breasts, rolling the nipples as they hardened. As Justine trembled and moaned, Sasha pulled her into an embrace and ran her fingers up and down Justine's back and butt.

"Justine, I want you go give Sasha a kiss. A deep one."

Justine closed her eyes again and pressed her lips to Sasha's. At that moment, the doorbell rang. Elaine cursed and turned toward the door. She hesitated for a moment, then decided to ignore it and aimed her camera at the two women by the window. The doorbell rang again. Sasha and Justine stopped kissing and looked toward the door. Elaine raised her camera to her eye again as someone outside pounded on the door.

"This is the Police," came a male voice from outside. "Elaine West. Open the door."

Elaine motioned for Justine and Sasha to leave the room. Justine stood as if paralyzed until Sasha grabbed her hand and pulled her down a hallway to a bedroom. Elaine went to the door, affixed the chain to the latch and opened the door slightly. She saw a dark man with Indian holding up a wallet with a badge on one side and identification on the other.

"How can I help you, officer?" Elaine said.

"It's Detective, Ma'am," the man said. "Detective Rajesh Talwar of the San Francisco Police Department."

"Like I said," began Elaine.

Detective Talwar cut her off. "We have reason to believe that you are holding, against her will, a woman named Justine Sinclair. We need to speak to you, if you will just open the door and let us in."

"Us?" asked Elaine.

"Yes, my partner is with me and we also have Jasmine Mehta. She is the one who made the report and is here to..."

"Mistr...! Jasmine help me please!" Justine cried out. She had slipped away from Sasha and stood close enough to hear the conversation at the door.

Elaine looked around quickly as Sasha grabbed Justine, put her hand over her mouth, and pulled her back into the bedroom. Sasha hissed into Justine's ear, "Be quiet bitch."

"Miss West. We now have probable cause to enter this dwelling. I will give you one more chance to open the door before I break it open."

"Ok! Ok! Just let me undo the chain!" Elaine said.

Detective Talwar had his gun in his hand, pointed at the ceiling as he and his partner entered the room. He pointed to his partner, then to Elaine. He walked cautiously down the hallway to a closed bedroom door. "Miss Sinclair, are you in there?" He heard sounds of a struggle from inside the bedroom and grabbed the door knob and opened the door in one smooth movement. As he did he saw a naked black girl release a nude white woman and grab up a pillow in an attempt to cover her body. The white woman ran from the room. Talwar glanced around the room, saw a thin robe hanging from a hook on a closet door. He took it down and tossed it to the black girl. She turned her back to him and put it on. When she was dressed, he motioned for her to precede him out of the room and back to the living room.

Jasmine and Justine were by the door. Justine sat on the floor holding Jasmine's legs and crying. Talwar told Elaine and Sasha to sit on the sofa and holstered his gun. His partner also put his gun away and walked to close the door. He stood by the door as Jasmine reached down, patted Justine's head and pointed to the floor. Justine bowed her head and covered herself as best she could with her hands. Jasmine pulled a chair from the table and placed it in front of Elaine and Sasha. She looked at Elaine who returned her stare impudently. Justine snapped her hand out and slapped Elaine hard across the face with her open palm, knocking her head to the side. As Elaine gasped and turned her head back to Justine, Justine slapped her again with the back of her hand. Elaine drew in a breath and tensed to get up when Talwar cleared his throat. Elaine settled back on the sofa and crossed her arms.

"So Miss West," said Jasmine. "You and your friend thought you would kidnap my little pet."

"Now wait just a..." began Elaine.

"Miss, I didn't, I didn't have anything to do with this." Sasha said. "Really I didn't."

"Shut. Up!" Elaine said.

"Quiet!" snapped Jasmine. "We have witnesses at the coffee shop who can testify that you coerced Justine there," she motioned with her hand toward Justine who still cowered by the door. "To accompany you out of the shop. You commandeered her car and drove her here against her will."

"She wanted to come with me," Elaine said quickly. "She said she would model for me."