Thread: Miss Bathory's Latest Model {darkest_fate&DeRe}

The compliments caused Sophie to flush. Not that she hadn't heard such phrases before so pretty, so elfin, so sweet, like a faerie breathed to life or a cherub allowed to dance on earth. The sweet girl tried not to let any of it go to her head but, well, when nearly everyone you met took it upon themselves to compliment you on your beauty, you had to be foolish not to notice. Few did so while running their finely manicured hands along Sophie's body. She could feel the dress tugging, pulling against her flesh with each little tug. It was all essentially as expected Sophie knew full well that modeling required a little distancing between yourself and your actual body. If you didn't have that disconnect, you would soon find yourself feeling quite demoralized, what with all the touching and discussion of your parts as assets. Much more surprising was that slight nibble. Sophie actually let out a little yelp at that, fighting the urge to squirm. Most directors didn't quite do that, though she'd found that some of the European ones did enjoy kissing a good deal. Sophie just figured that probably was what was going on with Bathory. The woman did proceed to kiss Sophie's back a moment. It does feel a bit tight there, Sophie admitted when Bathory drew attention to her chest. She willingly raised her arms, letting the older woman slide her hands into the narrow space between girl and bony corset. Sophie could feel those fingers gliding along her pert chest. The squeeze almost made her giggle that was another fairly standard practice, albeit usually done through a bra. Okay, came out as Bathory talked of adjusting. Sophie held still as the older woman rolled her fingers. It felt a little weird, particularly since the older woman seemed to much more thoroughly enjoy playing with Sophie's nipples. Maybe they'd been in the wrong place or something? Or maybe they stuck out a bit? Sophie could recall one shoot where she'd had to tape them down and another where she'd had to roll ice cubes to make them as hard as possible. What? Oh, no, Sophie said, shaking her head. I mean, ah, no, they didn't treat me like one of the boys, she let out a giggle, shrugging, I've always been way too girly to get that sort of treatment. I put on my first fashion show at the ripe old age of four and all. She let out another slight cry as she felt Bathory giving her breasts another little squeeze. Plus, I was winning contests and stuff from a pretty young age, so there were always boys sort of interested in me. I had a boyfriend back home, before I, ah, moved out here. Of course we did some fooling around and, ah, stuff, Sophie flushed. Her brief experiences in sex hadn't exactly been what she'd considered thrilling. She'd read a few romance novels that talked about it as some sort of deep pleasurable experience. The few times she and her boyfriends had tried had been more awkward than anything. They'd gotten a little handsier than Bathory did now, fumbling about until their penises got out. Then they pretty much pointed at Sophie's pretty little body and let out their spurts. Or they asked her to kiss it or maybe suck a little or something. I think sex just gets in the way, really, Sophie insisted, nodding. I'm far too focused on my career. That's why I'm here, she practically turned the last few words into a little song, adding another slight shrug before remembering that she should remain still while Bathory finished adjusting everything.