Don Julian Winslow
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The original story was first published in "Compulsion" by Don Julian Winslow. "Show Me" chronicled the adventures of a young model in one of the leaders of high fashion - the Andora Rogers agency. The president of Andora Rogers, Madeleine Crowthers, is a holy terror who ruthlessly uses her models like they were her own personal toys. This account invites the reader to return to revisit the redoubtable Ms Crowthers, as she takes on a new model - a young beauty named Gloria Finley."
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Madeleine Crowthers had a well-deserved reputation in the fashion industry. Even in that cut-throat business, replete as it was with its many prima donnas, she was known as an arrogant, demanding, insufferable bitch; yet even her critics had to admit - the woman had the most exquisite taste. Madeleine Crowthers was the Andora Rogers Agency. Both her employees and the many models who passed through her hands, lived in fear of encountering the boss lady's wrath. Those thoughts kept Gloria's nerves tingling as she sat on the edge of a plush chair of buttery leather in the inner office, waiting, having been ordered to appear at the boss's office. She could only guess the reason, but she thought she knew what the abrupt summons meant. She had worked for the agency for over a year and in that time she caught only the occasional glimpse of the one they all called "Boss Lady." That is until a few days ago when in the middle of an in-house photo shoot, she noticed the old gal herself, casually strolling by behind the cameras, and pausing to stare at her.
It was well-known among the girls who worked for the agency that old lady Crowthers had weakness for her pretty young things; couldn't keep her hands off them. It was part of working for the agency. If a new model particularly appealed to her, she would find herself summoned to the executive offices to "get to know" her remote employer; inevitably what followed was invitation to Madeleine's luxurious Town House for an intimate dinner and an evening's "entertainment." Gloria had mixed feeling about that. Gloria had a preference for men. Still, she had many lesbian friends and she occasionally indulged in casual sex. But this was somehow different. She knew exactly what this abrupt summons meant; what would be required of her. She took a deep breath: one step at a time.
So now Gloria Finley waited tensely, nervously tugging on the hem of her skirt. She had decided on her slate gray pencil skirt rather than a pantsuit because of the shapely way it fitted her hips and her slim, attractive legs. Inching up the sleeve of her jacket she took a peek at her watch. The wait was interminable; then an inner door opened to admit the striking older woman with close-cropped gray hair who swept into the room with the flair of a born fashion model. Gloria quickly got to her feet to face the tall slender figure in an impeccably tailored outfit: a champagne blouse of the finest silk worn with an Armani pantsuit of a dramatic violet.
Madeleine favored her employee with a thin smile, before settling down behind her sleekly modern desk, and waving for the standing girl to resume her seat as she busied herself with the girl's portfolio.
Gloria couldn't help being impressed by the mature beauty of the older woman - the picture of sophisticated glamour; an ex-model who managed to effortlessly maintain that professional poise. And if her youthful beauty had faded a bit, she still retained an attractive elegance with those crisp feature, high cheekbones and chiseled lips. Time passed, without a word being spoken between the two women.
When Madeleine finally looked up, and closed the portfolio, she greeted Gloria and asked a few perfunctory standard question. Then she ordered the girl to stand up and take off her suit jacket. Gloria took a deep breath and complied, stripping off the dark jacket and folding it carefully before setting it down on the chair.
Madeleine beckoned her over to the desk. Looking up at Gloria who stood before her in shirt sleeves. Madeleine rose, and came around the desk to stand face to face with the anxious girl. She was quite tall, a few inches taller than her model, but she looked her in the eyes for a moment then let her gaze drop to critically examine the girl's body.
"I've seen your photos shots you know. And I must say I'm impressed. You seem to have the necessary ingredients to go far in this business, if I take a personal interest in your career here at the agency. There are a few things we look for in all our girls. Of course they must be pretty; we will make them beautiful. And you're a good looking girl...attractive features, nice bone structure.
Naturally we also need more than that. We need someone who can move gracefully, with ease, letting her body sway like a reed in the wind. She must be a girl who can learn poise and that stately presence that commands attention the minute she walks into a room. We can teach those things of course, but only if the young lady is willing to accept our strict discipline and to obey instructions. And then there is that physical appearance: a well-shaped body; a sensuous figure, long and lean, tall legs and narrow hips, and a tight well-rounded bottom. You seem to have many of those things. Of course, I'll have to see more before I can decide if you're worthy of my time and attention."
Standing only inches from the young girl, she looked into those wondering eyes and in a lowered voice:
"You're a nice looking girl. Yes,..very, very nice!" she crooned. Then more abruptly: "But are you ready...to follow my instructions?"
Gloria was breathing heavily as she lowered her eyes, retreating from the intensity of that steady stare; Madeleine smiled when she saw that helmet of smooth russet brown hair give a tiny nod.
"Good. Well, we shall see," she mused.
Madeleine smiled to herself. With a single finger she touched the model on the tip of her nose, and then ran that fingertip down to the girl's lips which she traced with the feel of a blind person studying the features of a stranger. Holding herself perfectly still, Gloria accepted the exploration, scarcely daring to breath. The finger traveled lower down her neck to the collar of her blouse. Still smiling at her, the mistress of the Andora Rogers agency began carefully undoing the first few buttons of the crisp powder blue blouse as the girl stood perfectly still, hands at her sides, simply letting herself be undressed like a little girl submitting to an attending mother, her excitement only evident by the shallow heaving of her lithe chest.
The finger moved slowly downward into the opened blouse until it came to rest on the swell of her left breast. Madeleine stopped for a moment to admire those breasts: so small and delicate, two neat handfuls that formed silky bulges in a thin cream-colored brassiere.
Gloria stiffened at the touch, but didn't dare pull away as the older woman slipped a hand into her bra to cup the cuddly softness of her left breast, and give her a tender squeeze. Gloria sucked in a sharp shivering gasp.
With her delicate hand lavishly fondling that soft warm tittie flesh, Madeleine leaned over to whisper in the young girl's ear.
"Ah yes..very nice indeed," she murmured. Then she slid her tongue lightly along the rigid girl's ear.
"Mmmmn...you will listen to Momma. You will learn to obey won't you, pet?" the older woman hissed. She bit down on the girl's earlobe.
The girl pressed back, arching up in the rising heat of pleasure.
"Ohhh yesss, Ms Crowthers. I'm willing to do whatever you want," it came out in a desperate plea. Both women understood exactly what that meant.
Madeleine squeezed the captive breast again, harder this time, the gesture telling the girl of the urgency of her desire. Gloria gasped, her mouth fell open to suck in a breath of air. The older woman took the opportunity to slip her tongue into the girl's mouth.
Gloria whimpered, submitting to an opened mouthed passionate kiss. She was panting by the time the Crowthers woman broke contact, her small, firm breasts heaving in the other confident woman's hands. Madeleine allowed herself a slight smile as she removed her hand and holding her charge by the shoulders, looked directly into the breathless girl's eyes. Suddenly she grabbed the smaller girl, clenched her in a tight embrace, and brought her lips next to the girl's ear.
"Oh yes, Pet. Now you are mine. Now you take your clothes off for Momma," the older woman whispered in her ear, her hot breath sending a shiver through the keyed-up girl.
Madeleine took a seat in her desk chair and left the young model standing before the desk, her blouse half opened, hands loosely at her sides, slim chest heaving, body tingling with rising excitement.
"Now," Ms Crowther said sternly, moving around the desk and taking her seat, "I want to see that sweet body of yours, just as nature intended. Let's get those duds off, Pet!"
Gloria obeyed, took a deep breath, bit her lip and looked down, to watch her fingers as they worked their way lower, undoing the blouse's few remaining buttons. With the open blouse hanging from her shoulders, the young woman slipped out of it, reached around and unhooked the bra, moving in one dry, business-like motion. Avoiding the gaze of the older woman, she brushed the flimsy straps off her shoulders, leaving her delicate breasts exposed to the cool office air. Already she felt a slight tingling in her nipples.
Her nervous glance found the seated woman with a stern expression on her face, sitting back in the deep cushions of her executive chair, idly playing with a gold cross pen, while her critical eyes took in every inch of the bare-breasted beauty standing before her desk. A curt nod of that gray head urged the girl to continue striping. Gloria made an effort to control her trembling hands as she reached back and undid her tight skirt, tugging it down her slim hips and letting it drop to the floor in a soft heap ringing her ankles.
Offering herself topless in her pantyhose and heels, she looked to the seated woman who controlled her.
"Wait! Stand there, Let me see you. Turn around...again."
