Chapter 2: X rated Stacy
Many writers, artists and scientists have tried to describe what the characteristics of sexy and drop dead gorgeous are. What beauty is and what makes a woman or a girl desirable. Anthropologists suggest that blondness indicates youth, firm breasts and a pert behind suggest the readiness for reproduction and a flat tummy indicates that a female is not pregnant. Youth and availability feature highly on the list of desirable features and Hollywood and the modeling world have refined these features through unnatural selection of beautiful women, clothing and make up not to mention image enhancement to create a mythology of sexual attractiveness. Right up there in the desirability description is social morality it seems that a girl can look like an object of desire but not be one and this makes her even more desirable.
Unattainability and postponing desire is perhaps the most erotic of human sexual behaviours. So it was with Anastasia St Seine- 'Stacy' as she preferred to be called, she was, the most delicious piece of eye candy imaginable a willowy blond, slender nubile and curvaceous. She had long shapely legs and tanned olive silken skin with sensuous thighs displayed exquisitely in tight fitting mini skirts. Her firm round pert alluring ass commanded attention and pouted deliciously as the perfect filling for hot silk teen panties and presented a thrilling climax to her succulent legs. Stacy was physically hot and at young at sixteen she would need a full time chaperone to keep the flies away from her sticky sweet honey pot.
When Angel's replacement Miss Felicity told Gabriel of his change of job description he took on the task without complaint. At the time he remembered nothing of what Angel had told him during their first divine tryst. All Gabriel knew was that he felt compelled to do what the statuesque beauty asked. After all she was his boss and something seemed to say to him that this was a thing he must do. And so from the first day of meeting Stacy he dedicated his life to protect her. Spending his time driving her to photo shoots and fashion parades, escorting her to social occasions and generally being her minder, picking her up each morning sometimes escorting her late at night or early morning to her bedroom.
The job was by no means easy and Stacy was unbelievably provocative in her manner and her dress and her youthful penchant for pushing boundaries was tried as much on Gabriel as the managers and promotion people who organized her life and work. She would deliberately remove her clothing while Gabriel was in sight of her. Despite her lucrative contract for 'XTC Nymph' lingerie for which she was the star model she constantly removed her panties and left them like a calling card with men, the thought of her in a hot little mini skirt which is what she wore most of the time and no panties drove most of the men around her out of their minds. Many times too when she dated boys and older men Gabriel had to be on hand as she teased them into a frenzy knowing he would intervene before their hands moved beyond harmless petting. Gabriel felt like a eunuch, almost nothing stirred him sexually anymore, not semi naked adolescent girls or the stunningly beautiful other girls who paraded past him in and out of all manner of clothing. The only thing that turned Gabriel on was his old videos, albums and the perfumed box filled with her panties. Gabriel confined his sexual life to his devotion to her memory and jacked off very day immersed in the fading scent and exquisite fantasy of his only love.
Looking after Stacy was no mean feat most men found there was something irresistible about her. She was of similar dimensions to Angel- petite and slender but much more voluptuous having much the same exquisitely pert ass as her older sister Candice and fuller more buxom breasts and olive complexion like her aunt yet in smaller more compact proportions that were somehow even more pleasing. Something about her blue eyes reminded Gabriel of Angel and the sweet sexy tones of her voice was almost identical except Stacy was far more provocative and less demure than Angel's gentle natured speech. Men of all ages swarmed around her like flies around a honey-pot each besotted with her. Nevertheless Gabriel managed to keep her whole, perhaps with the help of the other girls too who taught her how to manage unwanted advances and how to encourage and tease with a degree of grace rather than slutty provocation. It seemed that when a guy got too hot for Stacy they would inevitably become enchanted with Felicity or Candy. Sometimes Gabriel thought she was the bait in an elaborate tender trap. Stacy didn't seem to mind in fact she enjoyed the attention of many men and bored with most easily.
Despite her outward confidence and arrogant teen behaviour she and Gabriel became incredibly close and he told her of his undying love of her Aunt Angel and she confided in him about all the boys and men that dated her and about her busy business life as a model. Gabriel felt more like a close uncle than a minder and he fantasized about being together with her Auntie Angel and looking after their sweet niece. The other girls too treated him like the man of the house and he roamed their apartment freely. They all knew if they needed help he would be there. Gabriel came to accept the frequent and lengthy sexual exploits of each of the older girls as a daily and normal occurrence.
As for Stacy's relationships she seemed to have a preference for elite athletes. She had confided in Gabriel that she loved their fit bodies and stamina. At eighteen one of her more controversial relationships early in her career was with a twenty-eight year old seeded tennis player, one of the many elite athletes that wanted to win her love. She had met him while promoting a sensationally sexy new range of underwear that were aimed at giving sports bras and panties a much sexier angle than the current functional designs. These 'undies' used a slogan that suggested that a girl would have to run from men if she wore them and when she was caught she'd enjoy being caught wearing them.
The video footage had a crowd of men chasing Stacy clad only in the provocatively sexy white sports bra and panties and the elite tennis star catching her and holding her in his arms. Stacy, like a typical young woman enjoyed the media attention, the fast cars, designer clothing and parties and was star struck by his charm and good looks but as an inexperienced virgin on a date with an older man left him crippled with passion night after night week after week as they dated. They kissed in the back seat of the limo that Gabe insisted they travel in so he could keep an eye on them. At twenty-eight this guy was use to girls giving it to him on a platter and Gabriel could sense his over powering desire about to blow up. Nevertheless he was besotted by her and perhaps even captivated by her innocence and sweet personality enough to hold off from touching her. Only once did Gabriel have to remind him that sex with her might seriously affect his media career and her contract.
As he grew in his ardor for Stacy, Felicity and Candy sensed the sexual tension and invited him and his middle-aged manager to a dinner party. That evening Gabriel had rarely seen the three girls look so hot. Each wearing identical dangerously enchanting body hugging short dresses that revealed more than they concealed and provided with stunning views of the sexy flesh and satin real estate beneath each movement. Stacy wore white, Candice blue and Felicity red each dress held together by shoestring shoulder straps supporting shallow satin cups which held their lovely breasts tenuously filled to overflow smoothly and tightly contouring to their slender waists and erupting in handkerchief skirts that danced sensuously over their curvaceous hips and asses and fell away in layers that parted to reveal their legs.
The evening was a massive flirt and tease competition even Gabriel was turned on by the open sexual references and constant display of curvaceous flesh. Each girl tried to out do the other with innuendo and body language; it was like a lascivious lingerie luncheon or a playboy mansion fantasy in slow motion. The tennis star still fondled Stacy beneath the table but when he got up to go to the bathroom Candice followed. Gabriel too had headed for the bathroom when they did not return and heard Candice in the hallway flirting with the tennis star.
