It was a big day. A box had arrived from California. Cindy excitedly opened it on our dining room table. Why a box? Just for a pile of paperwork. Still the possibilities of a show biz future were inside. What little girl doesn’t dream of being a star?

“OK the note on top says there are some cards or notes from people we met. Then the folder of materials. Oh, this bigger box is from Nikki.” Cindy opened the wrapping and box to find two more bras. A sheer white and a rose colored one. The enclosed note read –

‘A little something more. Felipe insisted. The white will go under the lightest color shirts, but if you want sexy add some color to POP. He felt the rose got you into the red family, but not red, ‘because Cindy says she doesn’t want slutty’. There are jealous women around town wondering who this Cindy is that Felipe has been complimenting. ‘Madam you cannot wear that. Your bottom is fine, but does not have the perfect form of Cindy.’ It’s rather funny.’

“Seems your boobs will be floating on air more often.”

“Here’s a smaller box. It’s from Richard.” There was a note attached –

‘Please accept with my sincerest regards and apologies. I spoke to Peter last week and even received a call from Helen Bernsten. Helen chastised me for calling you a whore, even if part of a

performance. Peter filled me in on your background. I don’t regret participating in the party events. I feel honored to have shared you. But I must apologize for treating you as something you’re not. Also, please, please assure Tim that this is not some kind of payment or an insult of any kind. Wear it to your first awards show. You have made me popular in LA. I am now the founding

benefactor for the Peter Benton Children’s Charity. or that also, thank you. Richard

Inside was a white gold necklace with diamond pendant. Not a tiny one.

“Holy shit.”, I said.

“He dropped 3/4 of a million for my ass. Why not? Help me put it on?”

I closed the clasp at the back of her neck. It hung just right. “Between this and the new bras no one’s ever looking you in the eyes again.”

“Oh stop, ha. Let me go look.”

Cindy posed in front of the hallway mirror. Letting the light catch the diamond, she unbuttoned another button on her blouse. I could see a hint of the blue brassiere. Yep, it all worked.

“It looks so pretty Tim. Do you mind if I keep it? It won’t bring bad memories?”

“Pretty isn’t even the word for what I see. And that rock looks ok too.” I put my arms around her and gave her a hug, looking at her smile in the mirror. Then I kissed her neck. And again. I smelled her hair, caressed her waist, slid my hand across her flat stomach. Taking a chance I reached up and opened another button, then another. Now I could clearly see the blue bra and the tops of her breasts. She leaned her head back.

“mmm, what are you doing? What dirty thoughts do you have?”

“I see a vision in a mirror.” One more button. The blouse was open. She let it slip from her shoulders. I continued kissing her bare skin, her neck, her shoulders. My hands followed the contours of her sides, down to her hips, back to her butt, around to the front, feeling warmth between her legs.

“Oh, Oh Tim”

I slid her shorts down taking her panties with them. She stepped out of them and pushed everything aside.

“Tim. Tim.”

I knelt and kissed her left, then right cheek, then kissed upward following her spine. When I reached her neck, I let go briefly, to take my cock from my pants. Pulling her hips back just a bit, she then widened her stance, placed her hands on the mirror. I found my destination and pushed my cock up into her wet pussy. I looked in the mirror and saw Cindy looking right back right into my eyes. Her breasts floated and jiggled in the light blue bra. The diamond and necklace shone in the light. Her taught stomach and triangle of hair were on display. A lure to any man. But I continued to look into Cindy’s eyes. Slowly rocking forward and back, up into her, then back. Straight into her eyes.

“Tim, oh Tim. I love you Tim. Keep loving me. Forever. Please. OOH. Forever.”

I looked into her eyes. I gave her my body. Then I gave her my seed. Then I gave her my love.

“Forever Cindy. I promise.” Looking into her eyes.

We needed awhile to regroup. And I may have been distracted when Cindy went back to the contents of the package wearing only underwear, her blue bra, and the necklace.

“Let’s see what else is in here. A letter from Helen.”

Dearest Cynthia,

I hope this finds you well. I also hope you don’t mind a bit of blunt talk from a veteran of the Hollywood wars. It was a pleasure to meet you. I’ve heard nothing but good about you since. Peter and Nikki think highly of you, and that’s good enough for me. They are among the best out here, even if Peter’s “events” are nothing but cockfests for a bunch of old bastards to get their rocks off. But then you showed that while young women are still treated unfairly a strong young woman can change things. You entertained, as I understand you committed to, but then you took those geezers by the balls and did it your way. Oh what a show. And what “balls” you have. Who else would dare have stuck a dildo up Helen Bernsten’s cunt! I tingled for days my dear. And don’t worry about anything else, I had to fuck a few on my way up too. Now on to other matters. I’ve sent ideas to Nikki which she will send to you. Having Nikki as advisor and mentor is a lucky opportunity and a wise choice. You’ll find no better. Being family is a plus but I’ve also seen enough families stab each other in the back to know it’s not a given. If you choose to work with me I think we can do great things. Work you up from new girl to regular work and a career. If you choose other opportunities, I wish you well. And you can always contact me for advice. I do believe I owe you one.

Helen

P.S. Wonderful job taking a big bite out of Richard’s wallet. Well played.

Cindy looked at me, her cheeks colored a little. “I found an article about Helen in a magazine. Do you know just how strong and powerful she is? What she’s done is almost unprecedented.

And here she likes me. ‘Call me for advice’.

“You make an impression kiddo.”

We went through the proposals. We got a laugh from Gilbert’s. He would have Cindy star as Snow White in a straight to video short movie. Then it would be on late night cable. It was more money than she makes now. About what we both make combined. For one movie. But in this version when the Prince kisses Snow White, she’s so appreciative she blows him, then fucks him. All simulated he says. No erection shown. But Cindy would be completely nude, although nothing close of her pussy.

“That would surely be a way to be seen by everyone.”

“Nikki’s note says, “for your amusement only, I suppose.”

Another was a small part in a teen sex comedy. Cindy’s part was friend of the star. Any excuse to get her shirt off, to “distract the opposing football team.” A little T and A.

“Nikki says too soon.”

There were TV commercial options. For various products.

“Some options here.”

And a bunch of ideas for print ads. From bikinis, to cars.

“Lots of possibilities here. Let’s talk.”

“What do you think Tim. It seems there’s a real chance to at least start.”

“Looks like you can do everything from girl next door to showing it all.”

“I think I’d like to take it easy and see. But I’d have to be out there for some work. And we can’t afford to not have you work. I should be able to make enough to cover what I make here. Would it be too hard for you? I think I’d really like to try.”

Who was I to deny every girl’s dream? Not now at least.

“We’ll manage. But we need to consider, you’d need enough to help here and also fly back and forth until we’re sure this can work, then I can move with you and find work in LA.”

“That’s fair. Oh thank you. Look there’s one more envelope in here. It’s from Greg.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“Oh he was nice. Just an inexperienced kid trying to fit in.”

“If you say so. Was he good at least?”

“Not bad really once he got going. Better than the geezers.”

Cindy read the note – ‘Hi Cindy. This is Greg, from the party. Apology accepted (and a smile face). Thanks for your kindness. I panicked. You could have been cruel or mocked me.

Instead you gave me a wonderful experience. One I could never forget. Since none of them would know you I will tell my fraternity brothers, but they’ll never believe me. But I have memories

of my first. Also, please tell Tim, he wins. Every night. Greg.

“I guess the little shit’s ok.”

“I have an idea if it’s ok with you? Do you still have that old Polaroid camera?”

“And what idea is brewing in your head? I think the camera is in the attic.”

“I’d like to send Greg a memento to show the frat boys.”

“You really do like him.”

“Oh he’s just a boy. You get the camera and I’ll get ready.”

I found the camera and an unopened film pack. Walking into the bedroom trying to remember how to use the camera I was stopped short by Cindy in the body suit.

“Wow. You could wear that every day and the answer is Wow. But just how much are you giving him?”

“None of the good parts. I made a sign, I’ll use it to block my face enough so you can’t recognize me. Now help me pose and take a picture to see how it looks.”

Cindy stood half turned, the suit hugging her body. The shape of her left breast visible, her left butt cheek clearly bare, her left leg bent, her right supporting her. She had her left arm bent, hand on hip. Her right came around holding a sign mostly blocking her face.

The sign said – Hi Greg, Thanks for the memorable night. Kisses Cin. Then she had kissed the paper leaving her print on it.

Move the sign a touch to your right. Smile. Make it more, hmm something. Suggestive maybe. Cindy got it just right. I pressed the button then we waited. When the image appeared she was happy with it. Not a great photo but it showed enough.

“You know what he’s going to do with that.”

“Eww gross, but even if the frat guys don’t believe him he’ll have use for it. haha. Speaking of which do you have more film in that?”

‘Yeah about 7 more.”

“If you’re going to be alone you may need, uhm, something to remember me? On lonely nights?”

I smiled. “If nothing else, maybe in our old age.”

“I think maybe we can show a little more?

First pose – Cindy facing away from me looking back over her shoulder. One leg crosses in front of the other, her shape perfectly shown,

her ass on display.

Second pose – Closer in. Facing camera, the the body suit off her shoulders halfway down, Hands holding up her boobs, her head down,

tongue extended as if to lick her breast.

Third pose – Sitting on bed facing camera body suit half down, breasts exposed. Legs spread before her, left hand pulling the bottom

aside exposing her pussy.

Fourth pose – Closer, nude. Both hands spreading her pussy lips open.

“OK I may need something too. I need a picture of your hard cock. Show me how to use the camera.”

The hard cock was easy. I gave quick instructions. Cindy got a nice shot from the side, showing my full length, showing the side with the prominent vein running the length.

“You know this has a timer?”

“Really?”

I set up the camera on the dresser and aimed it. Cindy got on her knees and took the head of my cock in her mouth. Her tongue

extended underneath.

“Hold it there. Just a bit longer.” There was a flash. Cindy slowly let my cock fall from her mouth.

“There’s one more. Let me get on the bed. Now mount me. Lean back. Spread yourself open.” I took the photo. We did not see the result for awhile. Cindy put her hands on my chest and began riding me. Bucking her hips. Forward and back. Sliding me deep then out, then deep. Leaning forward her breasts hung before me begging for my attention. I gave it. Sucking each nipple in turn. Then when the moment arrived grabbing her by the ass and pulling her onto me releasing three, four spurts. Cindy rested on me. Cock still hidden from view within her. She sat back, picked up the developed photo.

“I want this one.”

“Of course.”

Then we rested. So many decisions, still.

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