IN THIS CHAPTER: Portraying herself as Annika, a young model from Romania, Lilly teases and exposes her body to tempt Sophia's husband, Rod. Meanwhile, Gustov masquerades as a tempestuous photographer on assignment with Annika. Unknown to Lilly, Gustov reveals more about the global network the Vatspalt family has lured Lilly into. Lilly is aroused when she is handled by Rod and put on display to be photographed in provocative underthings. For being a bad girl, Annika must sit still as Gustov spanks her breasts and her special place, illustrating for Rob just how compliant she is. While touching Annika's pussy, Rod begins to understand the opportunity before him. Gustov convinces Rod to fuck Annika as part of a unique buyer's guide for discerning clients.
The Swedish words for pussy (slidan, fitta, snippa), cock (kuk), cork (korka) and completely (igen - pronounced eye-yen) are used intentionally. They are not misspellings.
The word "poosy" is deliberatly used to indicate a character's accent. It is not a misspelling.
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Gustov pulled his car into the winery parking lot. As he hung the camera bag over his shoulder, he said, "Just follow my lead. You're Romanian and don't speak English."
"Yes, sir." Pulling up her panties and smoothing her skirt because Gustov had been fingering her as they drove, Lilly grabbed the garment bag full of the clothing and underthings they had purchased a few days prior.
Following him into the faux French chateau, Gustov told the concierge they had an appointment with Rod Michales. The woman, who was tall and slender and dressed in a white blouse matched to a miniscule Navy Blue pencil skirt, was stunning. She was Asian and her jet-black hair was held aloft with traditional Kanzashi pins. Taking small steps in black patent-leather heels, she led them to a waiting room off the main lobby and closed the door as she exited. "This is beautiful," said Lilly as she took in the space. They each took a seat.
Gustov shook his head. "No English, honey. You'll give us away." Lilly clamped a hand over her mouth. "Sorry" she mumbled around her fingers.
Even though she had taken a seat with her legs apart, Gustov eyed her special place with a raised eyebrow. "Also, Good Girl, you have to really open your legs. We want him thinking only about getting inside that delightful girl-part you have between your thighs."
It was first time he'd referred to her sex in that way and she liked it. The connotation was feminine, youthful and, she thought, very sexy. "Yes, sir." Lilly obdiently spread her knees widely around the corners of the seat cushion and the dress rode up her thighs, nearly exposing her panties. Squirming in her seat, she whipsered, "I hate these Goddamn things. They just don't feel good." It was the first time she'd worn underpants in public in months and they pulled tightly against her sex. Lilly now preferred the gentle kiss of air on her smoothly shaved special place when she wore a skirt.
"Sweetheart, we've talked about this. Sometimes being uncomfortable is a necessity."
Lilly pouted, "Yes, sir," and bowed her head.
A few minutes later, Sophia's husband stepped through the door and introduced himself. Lilly looked up and understood why Sophia was attracted to him. Rod was very handsome. He had a chiseled nose and strong chin with a defined cleft. His mahogany hair flowed just past his collar and was shot through with some distinctive gray around the temples. He was obviously older than his wife and Lilly guessed he was in his early 40s. He was tall and broad-shouldered and looked gorgeous in a dark-gray suit with a navy blue tie and white shirt. His smile was perfect and he maintained a stylish goatee. She considered what it would feel like to have his face buried between the folds of her special place.
Gustov introduced himself as they walked back to the private tasting room. "We called earlier about using the room for a modeling shoot," Gustov said.
"That's not a problem," said Rod. "It's slow today."
"This is Annika, the model I'm shooting this afternoon," Gustov said, highlighting the long-A in her name to make it sound European. He then said something to her in Swedish that she didn't understand, but Lilly stuck out her hand and Rod shook it. "She doesn't speak English," Gustov said.
Not knowing any other language, Rod said, "It's nice to meet you, Annika." His eyes flicked to her breasts as he put a hand out. Annika tentatively placed her much smaller hand within his and curtsied. She put a dumb look on her face.
"She doesn't understand anything you just said, except her name," said Gustov. "But that's okay. What you want from a model boils down to two things: Beauty and obedience." He smiled at Lilly and ran a finger over her cheek. She smiled back at him and looked clueless. "Annika is one of the best. She does what I tell her to do and that's why she is one of my favorites to work with. Very obedient and incredibly beautiful. Just watch when she starts working."
Rod smiled at Lilly. "She is very attractive. How old is she?" Looking at Gustov, he said, "Ever since I hit my 40s, I can't gauge age very well, especially when the person is young."
"She's old enough."
Rod said, "Oh." Then he thought for a moment. "Old enough for what?"
Gustov shrugged. "She's old enough for...whatever, I suppose. She's 19."
There was a new flicker in Rod's eyes and Lilly instantly read his mind: "Annika is old enough to take my dick." She couldn't help but flash Rod an impish grin. It was too soon to know if Sophia's husband would take the bait and fuck her, but she did know that Gustov had just planted the seed.
As they entered the room, Gustov slapped Rod on the back and leaned into his ear, whispering, "Don't let her innocent appearance fool you. I'll let you in on a little secret: She fucks older than she looks. Believe me, I've been inside more than a few of my models and Annika is different." He looked over her body hungrily. "This one's cunt is like fine silk. It's such a pleasure to fill. If I told you what we did in Prague a few weeks ago, you'd have to see a priest." They both laughed at Gustov's joke, although Rod's laugh seemed a little forced. Lilly could see him mentally trying to do the math between her age and Gustov's. His grin was crooked.
Another seed sewn, Lilly thought. Not only is Annika old enough to fuck, but older men fuck her. In the span of less than five minutes, Gustov had deftly guided Rod down the path they were hoping he would follow to the end.
Rod closed the door and slowly looked her over from head to toe. She wondered if he looked at his wife in a similar way, but brushed that off. Considering how she was dressed, she couldn't blame him and she smiled back.
She wore a satin yellow button-up sundress dotted with tiny white bunnies. It was form fitting and showed off her figure. Backless, with thin spaghetti straps, her breasts swayed in the deeply scooped bodice and the bumps of her nipples advertised she wasn't wearing a bra. It was short, running only a few inches down her thighs. Wiggling her bottom as she walked, the skirt flipped up flirtatiously. A white headband pulled her dark hair away from her face, save for her bangs, which she left hanging at her eyebrows. She wore pink blush and pink lipstick, with pearl earrings and a pearl choker that held the Vatspalt family charm. On her feet were low, white, sandles that exposed ten adorable little piggies.
"When I saw this room on the website I knew it was perfect," Gustov said. "The natural lighting is exquisite and the decor is exactly what I was looking for."
"Is this for a fashion magazine?" Rod asked. He stood next to Gustov, who was unpacking his gear, but didn't take his eyes from Lilly as they talked. She walked around the room, appearing to take it all in, and ignoring the men. Dancing her fingers over the fine furniture, she admired the art hung on the walls.
Gustov was speaking to Lilly and gesturing to the cushioned window seat in the corner. He was setting the camera on a tripod. "No, it's for a catalog of...sorts." Lilly sat primly in the seat and Gustov talked about camera stuff and switched between English and Swedish as he busied himself. "It's for a line of young women's fashion designed by Yuri Romanov. Do you know of him?"
Rod shook his head.
Gustov smiled and said, "That makes sense. He's Romanian and his clothes are only sold in Eastern Europe. But he's planning to expand next season, which is why Annika and I came to the U.S. He's introducing a summer line of dresses and...how do you say it? Underwear?"
"Yes, or we call it lingerie," Rod said.
"Yes, yes, lingerie! French underwear!" Gustov laughed. "We have been shooting all around Northern California for the last few days." Gustov popped some shots and spoke to Lilly in Swedish.
Leaning back on her hands and pushing her breasts upward, Annika turned and pouted toward the lens. She kicked her legs, the skirt rising ever higher, as Gustov ran the camera. "I don't know anything about fashion but I know how to shoot fashion models. The money is great and, to be honest, the theme is somewhat exciting." He nodded toward Lilly, "Few of them are as beautiful as this one. Or as...compliant."
"Oh," was all Rod could think of.
Gustov took some more pictures and said something else in Swedish. Nodding, Lilly dutifully opened her legs and placed her elbows between her knees, keeping her femininity covered but exposing a lot of her thighs. The dress already revealed the top halves of her breasts and Rod looked at the dark valley they created when she leaned forward. She pinched her eyes closed and stuck her tongue out at the camera while Gustov took more pictures.
"How long will you need the room?" Rod asked. Lilly fussed with the dress, exposing the hollow between her thighs and her special place, teasing the light-pink seam of her panties. She smiled at Rod and his return grin was goofy.
"For a couple of hours." Gustov looked at the little screen on the camera, pointed at Lilly and spoke for a long time. Annika nodded and stood. Turning her back to them, she gazed out the window and heard the camera clicks. Looking over her shoulder, she batted her eyes as Gustov spoke and said nothing at all. She smiled at the lens and pulled the spaghetti straps off her slender shoulders. Gustov took more images, then spoke to her again in Swedish. Nodding, she smiled while pulling the hemline of the skirt up to expose a glimpse of underwear. Gustov shot some more, going low and between her legs for some of them, and then backed away and spoke to her.
