Habit to Heels Chapter 06

Ravel's Bolero is faintly heard, the slow rhythm of the base and the haunting melody set the mood in the bright-lit studio. Deb and Taylor looking at the closed makeup room door, waiting for Tara. Deb glancing at the door as if her gaze could magically open the door. "I can't wait for you to see what she has on. And her makeup 'If I must say.' is amazing."

"It's been over 5 minutes, now. I thought you said she was ready." Taylor knocks. "Tara you OK in there?"

After Deb's underwear remark, Tara looks at her image in the full-length mirror. Skin showing, the sheer negligée, and her makeup job. Seeming like she was gazing at someone else. Certainly not a nun. "OK just give me a quick sec."

Tara quickly removes the antique garment. Carefully placing it in her bag. She takes the dark blue sequin evening gown from the Mannequin and slides her nude body into the garment. Clinging to her form, curves accentuated, a perfect fit. No sleeves, no shoulders--just a sharp, clean cut at the neckline and a daring slit down the back, revealing a glimpse of her flawless smooth skin. A combination of sex, elegance, and sophistication.

Tara muses out loud, spinning for a 360-degree effect. "That is enough skin showing." As she fixes her hair, and selects a pair of silver strap 6-inch heels. Finally stepping out, in the long gown. "Deb, can you help me with this zipper in the back?" Pointing backward as if this was the plan all along.

Deb is not sure what happened to the Sheer taupe negligée. "Whoa. Tara, that's... wow. I didn't expect this, honestly. Are you sure about this? It's... it's very, um, very different from what we talked about."

Tara's hands running along the curves of her own waist. "I like this gown, It fits, Right?" Trying to sell it to the room.

"It's a beautiful dress," Taylor finally. "You look stunning." 'Wow, this has got to be the most beautiful woman in Grand Rapids. Her makeup is beautiful, and her body is perfect in that dress.'

Tara is still not sure of herself. "You think so?"

"I know so. Perfect for this shoot, dramatic, bold. You've got the right energy for it." Taylor looks towards Deb, still not reading what is between the girls.

"Alright," Deb as she zips the back of the dress up. "But if you change your mind, Tara, we can always switch back," Deb repeats the motion of pantomiming removing panties.

Tara looks up as she straps on her shoes. "Thank you."

Taylor trying to bring the mood back. "Okay, let's make some magic happen.

At St. Rose Convent:

Sister Tabby at her desk hears a knock. "Who is it?"

"Rich from R/C landscaping, and snow removal." Richard Penlet, mid-fifties, wearing an unbuttoned coat over a wool check shirt and dirty jeans answers.

Laughing and smiling Tabby responding. "Rich who??"

"Oh Come on Tabs you know who." Also laughing. "I grew up Nextdoor to you during the depression."

Tabby opens up the door. "Come on in, good to see you it's been a minute."

"Tabs, I need a check for snow removal the past month." Rich is still half laughing.

"OK, Come behind the desk, I'll look for the checkbook." Tabby senses Rich from behind, as she walks into to large open-air office. "Shut the door."

Rich, closes in, and as she turns around they embrace. Tabby smells of lilacs, mixed with incense. As always she kisses deep first, hard and deep.

Tabby inhales deeply the mix of diesel, and cigarette smells impeded in his shirt. Quickly kneeling, she unbuckles his dungarees. Burring her nose into his tight whites. Taking in the dank mix of skin, sweat, and odor after a long hard day at work. Biting the fabric around his growing cock to Teese him further. Right to work, with a quick yank down of the remaining barrier between Sister Tabby, and her prize. He springs out and she grabs the head of his member. Inspecting the long hard shaft, smiling as she lightly kisses the tip.

"It has been too long Tabs." Rich tries to speak.

"If you can't touch your friends." Tabby laughs. Lightly running her tongue down his cock, before sucking the head deep and wet and slow. Lightly lifting his erection, she flicks her young over each ball until the spit drips onto the floor. Biting his pubic hairs. Sister Tabby services his penis with her fellatio. Stopping to run her soft wet hand in rhythm. "I Don't remember you being this large. "Her voice muffled as she deep-throats her lover.

Rich groans. "Oh yes." As he grabs the back of her wimple and veil with a fist. He shoves her mouth over his cock, as he explodes seemed into her waiting mouth. The first shot hits the back of Sister Tabby's throat.

"Mummm." Tabby makes a sound and she sucks his cum every drop. Smacks her lips as she cleans the cum off the side of her lips. "That is like pure energy." Slowly standing, she gives him a deep cum tasting kiss. "As always good to see you, tell Sara I said hello. Oh, Rich, I just remembered we sent your snow removal check last week." With a chuckle and a wink.

Rich can hear Tabby's laughter as he walks out of her office. "It's good to be friends with Mother Superior."

Still laughing Tabby states. "Still only interim Mother Superior. There is always something. Wouldn't you know it just a couple of weeks ago we had a novice pose in a magazine without clothing. She did not keep her modesty."

"You know my Nephew Jerry who does gardening in the summer and snow removal in the winter around here. He can recognize all your nuns. If they show up anywhere they do not belong in Grand Rapids he can recognize them and let me know. He is always going to different spots for entertainment." Rich winking.

Tabby mulls over the suggestion. "We don't need that now, but I will let you know if I ever do."

Rich stands in the doorway and turns to leave, blowing a kiss. "Till next time Tabs. You will be Mother S. Permanently before too long."

At Taylor's Studio:

Awkward and stumbling in 6-inch heels, Tara steps toward the backdrop. Trying to find the right pose, while giving a sexy look. She is not used to being in front of the camera, much less posing in a gown light years away from her usual casual attire.

Taylor, adjusts his lens, setting the lighting. "Okay, Tara, just... relax. Don't think that we are even here. Keep your mind off of the high heels and the gown, if you can."

Tara's hands gripping the gown's edge. "I'll try, it is new to me."

Deb quickly interjects. "Watch me." She stands off camera and strikes a pose arm to her side fingers extended and legs stepping across each other. "Like this. Take a step back and tilt your chin up, arch your back more. Toes pointed."

Taylor encouraging. "You are so beautiful, really you don't even know."

"You're thinking too much," Deb still coaching her. "Just... imagine you're at a party, everyone in the room turns and sees how beautiful you are. You're the princess entering the room, you own the place. Sell it! How do you feel? Toes pointed."

The nun takes a deep breath, the gown flowing behind her as she turns, an audible swish of fabric. The sequins reflect the light, shimmering with her motion. The posture feels natural, less forced. With her chin up, shoulders back, and A soft, tentative smile appeared on her face.

"That's it!" Deb exclaimed, clapping her hands. "Yes, exactly! Keep that energy. Toes pointed."

The tension in Tara's body began to melt away, replaced by just a bit of relaxed motion and confidence.

Continuing for about an hour, with Deb adjusting the lights and suggesting poses for Tara to copy. Taylor instructs her to turn or move her hands differently.

Deb signaling. "Okay, let's switch things up a little. Let's look in the dressing room for something else."

Tara nodding. "Nothing sheer." In the dressing room, she slipped out of the gown, careful not to rip it, and places it back on the mannequin. Tara is as nude as the day she was born. Hands over her breasts and an arm covering her pubic hair, the best she can.

Giving a smile and a thumbs up, Deb continues. "You wore that dress with nothing underneath, it looked better that way. I did want to try something a bit more daring," Opening a drawer marked 'lingerie and swimwear'. Rifling through the drawers, pulling out a pink one-piece bathing suit. "How about this? Simple, cute, and not too revealing."

"Okay, I'll try it. I didn't shave my legs this morning for nothing." Tara giggles and snorts.

Deb smiled, pleased with her choice. "This will be easier to pose in any way."

Taylor has already rolled out the beach backdrop, as Tara comes out of the dressing room. "Looking good, Tara."

Deb approving. " No shoes, so just let your feet move naturally. Point your toes." Deb shows a beach ball to Tara. "Here is your prop. Toes pointed."

Tara  posing trying to remember to stick her but out and point her toes."This is better."

Deb still coaching her poses. "You could do this every day if you wanted. Keep those toes pointed."

Finishing up after almost another full hour of beach poses. Tara changes, zipping up her sweatshirt and slipping on her sweatpants.

"You know," Deb, raising a new subject.  "I teach a class that's not like the one you took. Showing women how to move, how to feel confident in their bodies--pole dancing, strutting, posing. Remember Dollya she posed nude for Taylor, she helps out. Many girls who take it are dancers and models."

Tara responds. "I'm flattered, it might be a bit too much for me."

Deb shakes her head. "You're better looking than all those girls, but you need to work on your motion, it will come with work over time."

Saying her goodbyes to Taylor and Deb, Tara steps out into the cold Michigan evening. The light snow coates the streets and muffling the sounds of the Gran river.

Driving in the light snow, the photoshoot is a new type of thrill ride for Tara. The sensation of being seen, posing with skin exposed, is exciting. Might she push and express herself? If she just had a sign. Something to point her in the right direction.

Due to a detour for pothole repairs, the Sky Chicken makes its way down an unfamiliar street. Sitting at a red light, while at the intersection, the car is instantly illuminated inside and out by the white neon sign.  The bright white letters of "The Silver Mirage," the sign flickered in bold, fluorescent letters. "Gentlemen's Club." Tara squints in the bright white light.