Housewives and Cheerleaders

Claire and Olivia were sitting in the kitchen in bathrobes, drinking tea, when a tall Asian woman walked through the door. This got Olivia's attention right away, because there weren't many Asians in their area. This woman looked Japanese, whereas Olivia herself was of Chinese descent; she struck Olivia as extraordinarily beautiful, with high cheekbones and piercing dark eyes. Her bearing was imperious, almost haughty; this was definitely not someone to be trifled with.

The woman gave Olivia an appraising glance and said matter-of-factly, "Who's this, Claire?"

"This is Olivia," answered Claire. "The model I was telling you about."

Olivia blushed; she didn't think of herself as a model, and she certainly didn't look like one at the moment, in this rumpled robe with her hair all mussed. Technically, though, she could call herself a model now, she guessed. Thinking of some of the revealing photos Tara had taken, she blushed even harder.

"Olivia, meet Mimi," said Claire. "This is her house."

Olivia nodded, unsure what to say. Mimi clasped her hand briefly in a friendly but businesslike way and said, "Charmed, I'm sure." Turning to Claire she added, "Where's Tara?"

"In the office uploading." With that, Mimi turned on her heel and disappeared into the house, and Olivia heard Claire let out an audible breath. Their eyes met and a sympathetic look passed between them; Claire shrugged her shoulders and whispered, "She scares me a little bit."

* * *

A half-hour or so passed, and Olivia sat staring out the window as Claire did something or other on her phone. She was wondering if maybe she ought to get going, but she had nothing in particular to do, and in this kitchen looking out at the beautiful garden was a pleasant enough place to be. Even so, eventually she decided that she couldn't just hang out forever, and she had just finished changing back into her own clothes when Tara appeared in the doorway.

"Hey Olivia," said Tara. "Could you come with me for a minute?"

Olivia said sure, though for a moment she felt like she was being called to the principal's office. But she hadn't done anything wrong -- or at least, nothing that had seemed wrong at the time.

Tara led her to the very opposite end of the house and up some stairs. Walking up the steps, idly watching Tara's ass wiggle in her yoga pants, it suddenly occurred to Olivia that Tara must have shown Mimi the pictures from that day -- all of them. The idea was horribly embarrassing -- she felt the redness creeping back into her face -- and at the same time more than a little exciting.

They found Mimi in a small, dim room dominated by two huge computer monitors. On one of them, Mimi was poring over some kind of spreadsheet; the other held an image of Claire and Olivia taken in the bedroom -- a very sexy shot, but one where they still had their clothes on, Olivia noted with some relief.

Turning, Mimi asked Olivia to have a seat and gave her a thoughtful look. "I'm really, really pleased with the photos you guys took for the store. They're better than I could have expected. I have a release here for you to sign" -- she lifted one hand, which held a few sheets of stapled paper -- "and then I'll write you a check."

Now Mimi rolled her chair over to the other computer and began pressing a button to scroll through the pictures, which gradually became racier; now Claire was sucking Olivia's nipple through her bra, now she was licking her way down Olivia's belly. "Now as for these other photos...." Mimi continued scrolling until she came to a shot of Olivia arching her back as Claire nuzzled into her crotch; then she turned to look at Olivia. "They're extraordinary. Playful, with a certain innocence, yet highly erotic; every shot looks composed, yet spontaneous. I've never seen anything like them."

"I would like to have these for my private collection," Mimi continued. She reached for a slightly taller stack of papers and held it up. "I have a release here for that as well. These images would be exclusively for my own enjoyment, and that of my closest associates. They would never appear on the internet or be used for any commercial purpose, I give you my word of honor on that. And of course I would make it worth your while.

"However, if you would not be comfortable with that, I understand. In that case we will simply erase the images right now as you watch." Here Mimi glanced back at the screen. "Though it would be a shame." She handed Olivia the two releases and told her, "Read these, think about it. I have a few numbers to crunch." With that she returned to her spreadsheet.

Olivia tried hard to read and to think, but it was not easy; her pussy was gushing from looking at the pictures, and from this whole situation, really. Her rational mind told her that letting the X-rated pictures of her get out into the world, under any conditions, would be a big mistake. But her emotions told her that to destroy something so beautiful would be a crime.

If she'd stopped to think about it, it might have occurred to Olivia that her privacy had already been violated. But Mimi was so matter-of-fact about the whole thing that the thought never crossed her mind. And there was just something about Mimi that made a person want to do her bidding.

Finally, Olivia spoke up. "I'll sign."

Mimi smiled, and something in her smile told Olivia that she had never doubted what Olivia's answer would be. "Wonderful," she said. When Olivia had signed both releases Mimi handed her a check and Olivia slipped it into her pocket without even looking at it. "By the way, I'm having a little party tonight, feel free to come by. Bring a friend. And on your way out, help yourself to anything in the closet that fits you."

As Olivia stood Mimi nodded and winked, saying "Please do come tonight, I'd love to have the chance to get to know you better." And again she returned to the spreadsheet.

Claire helped Olivia pick out a sleek cocktail dress and several sets of underwear, then drove her home. Olivia was halfway up her driveway before she remembered the check. Fishing it out of her pocket, she was surprised to see that it was for a thousand dollars. Not bad for a day's work. For a moment then she was troubled -- did this make her a whore? No, she told herself, not a whore -- a model.