When Sebastian Beast, the famous photographer and consort of innumerable fashion models and film stars, decided to move into the quiet country town of Lustley it caused quite a stir. Sebastian was tall, thirty-years old, wealthy and exceptionally handsome. He had bought Thrustham Hall, an imposing Victorian mansion on the outskirts of the town, part of which he had transformed into a photographic studio.
Sebastian could often be seen driving his Porsche around town, sometimes accompanied by one or other of his models and visiting the more exclusive clubs and bars in the wealthier parts of town. He was not only the talk of the town but the centre of rumour and speculation among the town's local girls, his dark good looks turning their heads and raising hopes that he might look their way.
One girl in particular was very taken with Sebastian. Her name was Petronella Pullman; she was a very attractive eighteen-year-old college student who lived with her widowed father in a cottage not far from the local church.
The most striking thing about Petronella's appearance, apart from her slender form and perfectly shaped figure, was her pale skin, dark brown eyes and jet black hair which she wore short with a fringe. She was very much a modern miss who had acquired some sexual experience quite soon after reaching puberty and obtained something of a reputation among the boys of her acquaintance because of her enthusiasm for, and her skill at, sucking cock.
One summer afternoon Petronella, having alighted from the bus that brought her back from college, was on her way home when Sebastian Beast, driving his red, open-top Porsche, spotted her and pulled up alongside.
"Hello", he said, "I'm Sebastian Beast, I don't think we've met". Petronella turned and looked at him.
"No, we haven't", she said, "But I do know who you are, is there anyone in Lustley who doesn't?"
"I suspect not", he said, smiling and revealing a set of perfectly white teeth. "Hey, perhaps we could get to know each other better."
Taking her time, Petronella walked up and looked him up and down across the passenger seat. After a moment she said, "Yes, I think perhaps we could", pulled open the door and got in, "where shall we go, your place?"
We needn't dwell on the events that took place in the photographic studio at Thrustham Hall during the following hour or so, as they are not directly relevant to this story, but for Petronella it was an experience that she was not likely to forget. And news of that experience she was extremely keen to share with her very best friend, Beauty Bellingham.
Beauty Bellingham lived with her parents in a semi-detached, four-bedroom house, part of the suburban fringes built in Lustley around 1930. She was an only child. Both her parents were respectable middle class, her father was a bank manager, her mother a very active member of the Lustley Women's Institute and the family regularly attended church every Sunday morning.
Beauty was younger than Petronella and they had become friends at their Secondary School. However, Beauty's upbringing had been very restricted. Her mother seemed determined to keep her looking like little girl for a long as possible. All the clothes she wore needed the approval of Mrs. Bellingham, as did the way she wore her shoulder-length blonde hair. Makeup, if not exactly forbidden, was required to be used with extreme discretion. Mother made the rules and consequently Beauty was not only a naïve virgin but even at eighteen she had had no kind of sexual experience whatsoever.
Petronella knew that she could find Beauty at church on Sunday morning and decided she would join the congregation so as to have an opportunity to mention her experience with Sebastian Beast. Beauty's mother didn't really approve of her friendship with Petronella, she said she thought she was flighty and not a good influence.
As the parishioners made their way into the church, Petronella, who had decided to wear a black and white striped cotton dress and a little pillbox hat for the occasion, waited for the Bellingham's car to arrive.
Beauty was dressed in a very pretty pink, full-skirted summer dress and a straw-hat with a matching pink hatband. She wore little white gloves with lacy cuffs and carried her prayer book and a tiny pink handbag. Beauty's parents led the way into the church giving an opportunity for Petronella to slip in alongside her friend.
"I've got something incredible to tell you", she whispered.
"What?"
"When can we get together? Could we meet after church?
"Mummy and daddy will expect me to got back with them".
"How about this evening?" Beauty thought about it. "I know, I'll tell mummy that you need some advice, she'll let be go then".
Petronella had always been concerned that Beauty, her eighteen-year-old virgin friend, was being seriously over-protected by her mother and, following her shattering experience with Sebastian, she delighted in the idea that she might lure her friend into the hands of this handsome arch-seducer so that she might lose her virginity in the most rewarding possible way.
Petronella opened the door and led the way up to her bedroom. Beauty sat next to her on the bed, her eyes sparkling.
"Now, tell me, tell me. I've been on tenterhooks all afternoon", she said, excitedly.
"Sebastian Beast took me to Thrustham Hall".
Beauty's eyes opened wide and he mouth dropped open.
"Sebastian Beast! "
"He picked me up in his car". Beauty was speechless, then -
"Petronella, you're outrageous! What happened?"
"Well, it was great fun. He is a very famous photographer, so first he took lots of lovely photographs of me. Then he suggested that it would be fun to take some sexy ones, so I took off my frock and he took some more pictures of me in my underwear." Once again Beauty's eyes popped open and her face was aghast. "Then we did some things together that were very nice indeed".
"What kind of things?"
"Oh, you know, touching and kissing. It was really exciting being with him. He really is quite a sexy man"
