"Wow. You two look fantastic."
Jardin Découpage and Debbie Romani turned to the speaker, both of them smiling when they saw their agent's daughter and fellow model, Charlene Nicholson stood in the doorway, her hands behind her back. Though she wore a simple pair of jeans and a T-shirt, she still managed to exude a raw sexuality that the two models couldn't help being attracted to. Though neither of them - - nor their friend and co-model Wanda Soldado - - had admitted it to anyone, each of them had fantasised about Charlene since their first meeting when they had each been assailed by a graphic vision of Charlene fucking them with a realistic strap-on.
Jardin and Debbie felt themselves blush a little at her compliment, each of them glancing at the other. They both wore black fishnet stockings and the tiniest of g-strings, their huge, fake tits encased in satin corsets, Jardin's in black, Debbie's in red. The corsets were deliberately a little too small for them, pushing up their gorgeous, big tits so that the rounded tops appeared tantalisingly over the satin, at the same time forming a deep cleavage that looked oh so inviting.
"Merci, Charlene," Jardin said, her lilting French accent making her sound even sexier.
"Thank you," Debbie said, her clipped English accent a lovely contrast to Jardin's. "To be honest, I think we're both a little nervous," she said, Jardin nodding in agreement.
Charlene smiled at them. Only a week or two before, there had been some bad blood between them, the result of some catty remarks Debbie had made in interviews about Jardin taking her place as the internet's top non-nude model. Now though, they were getting on famously.
"I thought you might be a bit worried," Charlene said, bringing her hands from behind her back. "So I brought you each a small drink. Don't worry, it's nothing too strong - - just a fruit juice with a natural relaxant."
Jardin and Debbie reached out and took the small tumblers Charlene held, both models sneaking glances at the huge mounds beneath Charlene's T-shirt. Neither of them had entertained any thoughts of sex with another woman until they'd met their agent's daughter and now, it seemed, they could hardly think of anything else.
"This is, how you say, a pretty big step, non?" Jardin asked, sipping at her drink. "Our shoot today, I mean."
"We've both done lingerie shoots in the past," Debbie said, drinking her juice, "but never topless. And never with another woman."
Charlene smiled comfortingly at them. "Well, it's like my father said a couple of days ago - - "
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"It's time to up the ante, ladies."
Damian Nicholson looked out at them from the large TV screen on his desk. They still had yet to meet him in the flesh as he was always away on business, but the video conference calls kept them in touch. Jardin, Debbie and Wanda, along with Charlene, sat on the large leather couch in the spacious living room of Nicholson's house, though mansion might have been a better word. He'd had his drivers pick them up a few days before and transport them from their hotels to stay in his house along with Charlene. Since the launch of their new website that exclusively hosted their topless pictures, the women were suddenly back among the most wanted models.
"Now Wanda," Nicholson said, smiling at the brunette. "You first. As I said when we first spoke a while back, those gorgeous natural tits of yours are only going to take you so far. That first shoot of the three of you topless together? We could all see the difference between you and Jardin and Debbie. What I'd like is for you to agree to getting your breasts enhanced like the others have."
Not that long ago, Wanda would have laughed at the idea - - her natural breasts were something she'd treasured and she'd privately scorned the idea of getting them done. Now though, she found herself agreeing.
"I guess they could do with a little improvement," she said, hefting her big tits through her T-shirt.
"Excellent. Charlene will take care of the arrangements. We can use my private surgeon who did hers; they use a new technique that'll have you healed and up and about in just a few days with a new pair of tits the fans will love."
"Really? I thought it took weeks to heal?" Wanda said.
"Not this guy," Charlene said. "I was fine in just a couple of days. No scarring, no redness or swelling. I mean, you three have seen them, right? You know they look good."
Charlene cupped her big tits and moulded them with her hands, the three models watching intently, each one privately wishing it was they who had their hands on her huge mounds. Charlene's topless modelling career had started at the same time as theirs and they'd all seen her first shoots; unknown to the others, they'd all masturbated that evening to thoughts of Charlene naked.
