Jealousy is a destructive force. Christina seethes with rage and burns with anger. She lashes out, acting in ways she wouldn't normally consider. This is her story.
When Christina Appleby and Gabriella Smithers arrived for their Friday night photo session at Professor William Edwards' apartment, there was an unexpected guest. Why was art shop owner Petra Stanwick there? Christina was a bit shy, and the student models would be cavorting half-naked for the camera. Edwards owed her an explanation.
"You met Ms. Stanwick when you helped at her big party a while back. She has agreed to offer Gabriella pointers to improve her modelling assignments. Petra won't interfere and will leave when I finish your shoot."
"What!" Christina was blindsided by the news.
Gabby saw her anger and apologized."I didn't know how to tell you without hurting your feelings...."
"You can start now!" Christina interrupted. "Why is she here to help you and not me? That's not fair!"
Petra spoke up. "Gabe wants to continue modelling and I've agreed to help based on my experience. I'll be her mentor."
"But not mine?"
"Christina, don't be angry. It wasn't your friend's idea or even Ms. Stanwick's. I suggested it," the Professor said soothingly.
"So you're all in this together!" she accused. "Are you too, Ronald?"
"Actually, I don't know a thing about this," he lied.
"At least I still have one friend here! The rest of you think Gabriella likes modelling more than me, so she gets help and I don't!"
"There's no easy way to put this, Christina," Edwards said carefully, "but she's more at ease with it. You've done well too... but you... you're reluctant about parts of it."
"You mean, I won't fuck you like she does with Ronald! Is that what this is all about?"
"I didn't say that. You are just more reserved that your friend...."
"Well... I'll show you! Ronald and I will go in there and fuck right now. I want a mentor too!"
She was angry, and grabbed Dennison's hand to lead him to the bedroom. He resisted.
"Wait, Christina. First let's have the Victorian fashion shoot like we planned. There are fantastic clothes and underthings for you to wear, and Ms Stanwick will stay behind the scenes...."
"To Hell with all of you! I'm going home. Have a wonderful time without a prude to slow things down!" Then Christina stormed out of the Professor's apartment, slamming the door behind her.
The other four realized how badly this had gone, but Petra had an idea to save the evening.
"I've never posed in Victorian things and I think it would be fun. I could take her place tonight, then we can all party afterwards."
"But what about Christina?" her friend lamented. "She'll hate me now."
"Leave her to me," Petra replied slyly. "I'll talk with her to iron out this jealousy. That's all it is you know."
"So, are you going to help her too?" Gabriella asked.
"The same arrangement as I have with you, if she wants to hang in Petra's Erotic Photo Gallery."
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Everything was ready. Petra and Gabriella were dressed as wealthy late-Victorian ladies, in full, silky gowns complete with bustles to highlight their curvy hips and bottoms. The bodices were cinched very tightly, making their busts press up and out invitingly.
The whole look was overdone, with plenty of costume jewelry to complement heavily applied lipstick and makeup. To cap it off, sexy curls framed their faces from beneath huge, floppy, ostrich-feathered hats. They'd just stepped out of a history book.
"Fabulous!... And may I present Sir Ronald Coxswain, your counterpart on film tonight."
Professor Dennison stepped dramatically from the guest bedroom, every inch a wealthy nineteenth century gentleman. His long, black morning coat fitted perfectly, though the high collar of his starched white shirt was choking him. Below grey striped trousers, Ronald wore grey suede spats over the tops of his black leather shoes. A gold-chained pocket watch and cane completed the look.
"What a rake!" Gabriella admired. The novice model's insides were churning. Would he be banging her later?
"Here's the scenario," William explained. "Ladies Appleby and Stanwick attend the opera, where Sir Ronald spots them. You all go into the darkened seats of an upper private box. Strip them slowly, Ronald, so I can photograph their exquisite lingerie. Don't rush. You know the main course comes later."
There. Gabriella had her answer. She would be fucking him tonight. Then William cued up an Italian opera- Puccini's 'La boheme'- to set the theatric mood.
"Ready?... Begin now. First the ladies walk to their private box- the sofa- hand in hand.... Slowly... closer together... you're best friends. I'll move around to shoot from every angle. Chests up and out... lovely..... Now spin toward each other... and a little brush kiss before you sit down.... Let's do it again with a bit more enthusiasm, Gabriella.... OK. Good."
"Walk on now, Coxswain. Model your clothing for us from every perspective as you flaunt it for the women. They don't know you have the third seat in the box.... Ladies, show your interest.... Petra, beckon him next to you on the outside....Now he'll take your right hands and kiss them fervently.... You like that and smile at him.... Settle back for the opera.
Eventually, he gets bold, sliding his hand along Petra's inner thigh... and she shifts her legs a bit to allow it.... Meantime, you ladies hold hands.... Gabby look at Petra, then down at her thigh...the dress is pulled high and he's touching bare skin....
Good...Petra, bite your lip and turn his way.... He kisses your cheek... then moves to your mouth. You welcome him passionately... while Gabby leans forward to watch.... He reaches to caress your breasts... yes.... Arms around his neck....Perfect.
Now Coxswain moves to the middle seat.... Gabriella releases buttons on her bodice before pressing against him....Offer your breasts... Ronald, hands inside Gabby's gown....Kiss her hard.... Good. You're jealous, Petra... so you go into his trousers and find his cock.... Stroke it... That's good.... Pull your gown above your knees so he can reach your pussy....
Gabby, tits right out now.... And lean across him so he can kiss and taste.... Feel good?... Mmm.... I'll step back and the three of you take it from there.... Remember Ronald, get them naked slowly while I get my shots."
The Professor got the scene from every angle, tracking the models' progression from elegant clothing to utter nudity. Gabriella was flushed pink with desire as she avidly stroked Ronald's big cock, her open mouth ready to suck it in. Petra was naked, one hand on Sir Coxswain's balls, the other in Gabby's knickers.
Gabriella was on fire, and the Professor reminded her that some of these would make fine prints for the erotic gallery. She loved the thought of displaying all her private charms while hidden behind an eye mask. Thrilling!
Soon Edwards was finished shooting.
"Excellent work everyone! Cut! Cut!... Gabriella, take a break now. Into your robes ladies or you'll catch your death of cold. Let's all have more to drink before we relax and move on."
They all knew what that meant. After a fortifying Chardonnay, the protege whispered to her mentor.
"You didn't have any pointers for me tonight. Did I do well?"
"Great! But, you need my advice for what comes next."
"I know there'll be sex."