Hi, Rosie Webster here again, with another sexy story from Coronation Street.
Remember last time? I had got myself a job on a TV presentation show and as a result spent an incredible night of lesbian love making with Rachel Riley, from "Countdown"
Well as a result of the show, my agent was contacted by a London agency asking whether I could go down to do a trial shoot for a leading "Lads Mag"
I jumped at the chance and a couple of weeks later I was on a train, my portfolio in hand, heading for what I hoped was the big time.
Sat opposite me on the train was a very attractive lady. She was probably in her early forties, very classy looking with shoulder length blonde hair and impeccably dressed.
She spent most of the time working on her laptop, but we got talking when I minded it for her when she went to the loo.
"Thank you," she said on returning, "sorry I didn't catch your name."
"Rosie, " I replied, "I'm on my way to a modelling job in London, I'm very excited."
"Well, you are a striking young woman, I am sure you will be just perfect."
We got chatting after that. Her name was Sonia and she was a business woman, with interests in lots of different companies.
The time flew by and as the train pulled into Euston, Sonia gave me her card and invited me to call whilst I was in town. I was intending to stay a few days and hawk my portfolio around a few agents.
My hotel was not five star, but served its purpose and I had an early night, ready for the big day ahead.
I could not get to sleep in the strange bed ,so my hands slipped inside my pyjama's, the right one, slowly caressing my nipple whilst the left was deep inside me, the thumb just catching my clitoris as my head was filled with images of Sonia.
Next morning, I showered, put on the new lingerie I had bought specially for the shoot, and headed off to the studio.
The photographer was a nice looking guy in his thirties, who soon settled any nerves I had, a real pro.
After my hair and make up had been fixed, I went to the stage to shoot the set.
"Just relax Rosie, just a few head and shoulder shots to start." the photographer said as his camera whirred\away at an alarming rate.
After a few minutes, he asked me to take off my shirt, for a few bra shots. The studio had left the choice to me, and I had picked a pale pink number, which showed my breasts to their best advantage.
A little while later, and after another hundred or so shots, I was down to the matching panties and white hold up stockings and my killer pink heels.
"Ok, lets take a break" said Steve, the photographer, as I wrapped a robe around me. "You are one sexy chick, the camera loves you." he continued.
I didn't know whether he meant it, or just said that to all the girls.
After a coffee break, Steve led me back to the set and said "Ok Miss Rosie, lets see those boobs of yours"
I unclipped my bra and let it slide off my shoulders. Standing I front of him I simply asked "well?"
"Are those natural? you haven't had a boob job have you?" he asked, never taking his eyes off my chest.
"Of course not," I replied indignantly, "you can touch them to verify, if you want."
He wanted. Slipping him hand under the flesh, he weighed them, stroked them and tweaked the nipples, which sprang to attention like soldiers on parade.
"Right, lets get those beauties on film." he enthused. Picking up his camera, he began to shoot.
My next move was to remove my panties. I had done topless before, but never full frontal. As you know, I like to keep my pubic hair quite natural, but anticipating the requirements of this shoot, I had trimmed it to a bare strip, my pussy lips all exposed.
For the next twenty minutes I contorted my body in all positions, while Steve merrily clicked away, until suddenly he said "Ok, that's all, thanks Rosie, that was great, you can get dressed now."
After I dressed, I went back to the studio, where Steve was taking pictures of a petite blonde, next on the production line I suppose.
"Bye Steve," I called.
"Wait Rosie" he shouted back. "I am really impressed, I will sort out an assortment of your pictures and submit them, I am sure you will be in print soon."
He bent down and kissed me on the cheek. I was so thrilled at what he said, I could have fucked him, right there and then.
I realised it was gone one o'clock and I was hungry. I fished Sonia's card from my bag and rang her mobile. She answered.
"Hi Sonia, its Rosie, we met on the train. I was wondering, do you want to meet for lunch?"
She replied, "Would love to, but I have a meeting at two, could you make dinner tonight?"
"Yes, where?" I answered, not wanting to sound to eager.
"La Giaconda on Wardour Street, about eight ok?
"That's fine." I said as she rang off.
I wanted to create an impression, so I went shopping on Oxford Street and bought a new outfit. Spending far more than I could afford, but I had a feeling it was going to be worth it.
I spent a leisurely hour in the bath, before applying my make up and doing my hair. I wanted to look gorgeous for I had a feeling tonight was going to be memorable. I was not wrong.
I slipped into the black satin knickers, put on the garter belt and slowly rolled the black silk stockings up my legs, fastening them to the suspenders. The matching bra was next, after which I squeezed into the dress, which was short and low cut, allowing me to display ample amounts of breast for all to see. I slipped on my six inch black stiletto's and was ready to hit the town.
The restaurant was quite small and looked expensive good job Sonia was paying. She was sat at the bar and rose to greet me with a kiss on each cheek.
"Wow Rosie you look, quite stunning." she exclaimed.
During dinner she explained her background. Brought up in care, she had great foster parents who had seen her through to university. Married young, it didn't work out, now focused on her career.
After dinner she asked if I wanted to go to a club. I gladly agreed and we were soon in a taxi to another part of London.
We arrived at quite a dingy looking street. Sonia, paid the cabbie and took my hand and led me to what looked like a derelict house. However there was a huge doorman outside who greeted her.
"Hi Sonia, whose your friend?" his deep voice boomed.
"Hi Alvin, this is Rosie."
"Welcome" he said and opened the door.
Inside was a complete opposite of the exterior. Fabulous furnishings, low lights and really discreet music, and it was full of women!
I thought quickly on my feet, "is this a gay club?" I asked naively.
Sonia said "not necessarily, a lot of bi women come here, do you have a problem with that?"
The tease in me took over, "no but I have never been in such a place," which technically was true, I just did not relate my lesbian experiences, this could be fun.
Sonia got the drinks and I began to relax and scanned the room. All around women of different ages were talking, stroking, pecking and some full on kissing.
"Oh my god," I whispered to Sonia, "isn't that Kate Garraway from daytime TV?" spotting a well known presenter with her tongue halfway down a young girls throat, her hand stroking her breasts.
"Yes, she's a regular, that's her make-up girl, been an item for a few months now." said Sonia casually.
"Over there is Carol Vorderman, used to be on "Countdown"
I saw the mature woman in the corner and thoughts of a "Countdown" double flashed into my mind.
Several friends of Sonia's came over and openly said they were quite jealous of her having the hottest girl in the room, this did my ego a lot of good.
