Chapter 7
Brandy felt awkward, like she did at the Doctor's office, when she went for an exam, but she dutifully bent her knees and spread her legs apart. She felt Bambi place a warm wet towel over her mound. "Feel good?" asked Bambi.
"Mmmmm," sighed Brandy. It did feel good. She heard a mixing noise and turned her head to look at Bambi. She had an old fashioned shaving mug in one hand and a brush in the other, whipping the shaving soap into a thick lather.
"Just relax," instructed Bambi. Brandy felt the towel being removed from between her legs, then the soft brush filled with lather stroking all around her pussy.
Bambi's touch with the soft bristles felt like delicate feathers against her tender flesh. Brandy felt her body responding as her pussy clenched in anticipation.
"I saw that!" laughed Bambi.
"Saw what?"
"Saw your twat purse its lips-right here!" she said, and pushed the soapy brush against the soft folds.
Brandy twitched again and a shiver of delight went through her entire body. She could feel her cunt getting wet. This was so embarrassing! Her bush getting the hots for a brush! "Sorry," she said. "Sometimes I have no control over what it does!"
"Don't be sorry," said Bambi. "It's a natural reaction. A fun one, too. Why do you think we do this?" All the time she was swirling the brush over and around Brandy's pussy. Then Brandy felt the brush begin to stroke up and down between her pussy lips.
"Is there hair growing there, too?" she gasped.
"Well, you can never be too careful, can you?" answered Bambi as she concentrated her work on Brandy's clit. The bristles teased as they just brushed the sensitive knob. Back and forth-maddeningly as it made Brandy ache for release.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" asked Bambi.
"Mmmmm!" was all the reply Brandy could give. Her thoughts and feelings were all centered on a small portion of her body: the portion where Bambi was doing magic tricks with a shaving brush! She wanted it to go on forever! It felt so good. No longer did it seem strange to lie back with her legs spread for a total stranger. Nothing seemed odd. Nothing mattered except the ache in her cunt!
Bambi stopped occasionally to re-lather the brush, then continued her work on Brandy's pussy. Up and down between the soft folds, then to the top to concentrate on the hard nubbin.
Brandy's hands went to her boobs. She massaged them and twirled the nipples between her fingers as Bambi increased the speed of the brush. "Yes! Oh, yes!" exclaimed Brandy. "Do it! A little harder! A little faster. Right there! Yes.. .there! Right.. .there! I'm cumming!" she yelled as the brush strokes sent her over the edge.
"I knew you'd like that!" exclaimed Bambi. "We all do. I think this is why we shave. The small bathing suits just gave us a reason! Now, hold still. This is a safety razor, but even so, I don't want to nick you. I think we have all the hair softened up enough," she giggled. Brandy felt the strokes of the razor following the outline of her cunt. In just a few strokes, Bambi was finished and toweling her off with another warm, wet towel.
"See what you think," said Bambi, turning the chair to face the mirrors.
Brandy looked and saw her fresh-shaved beaver glowing back at her. "It really looks different, doesn't it? You wouldn't think that a little hair could make a difference."
"Try on your suit now, and see if it doesn't look better."
Brandy got off the chair and pulled on the little fabric pieces that passed for a bathing suit. Two small triangles covered her nipples and another, not much larger, covered her pussy. "Doesn't leave much to the imagination, does it?" she giggled to Bambi.
"No, but who cares? You look terrific! Let's go back to the pool and try it out on some of the guys. They are always hanging around, waiting to see who will show up."
"Do they even notice someone new?" asked Brandy as they walked back. "After all, they see all these beautiful women day after day, each one prettier than the one before. And all of them are models. I'm just a PI."
"A PI? Private investigator?"
"Yep. That's me. Not anywhere near as glamorous as what you all do."
"You've got to be kidding! That must be the most glamorous job I have ever heard of! You've got to tell me more! But, hey! Are you here on business?"
"As a matter-of-fact, yes. I need some information and I thought maybe I could get it here."
"You might be able to, but, at least for now, don't tell anyone what you do, okay?"
"I hadn't thought about it, but you might be right. But how can I explain what I'm doing here?"
"Don't worry, they'll just think you're another model."
Brandy laughed. Another model? Sure. How did one become a model?
"Smile pretty," a voice said from off to one side.
Brandy did a half-turn and heard the click of a camera. "That's beautiful," said the photographer. "I'm Peter Quinn. Who are you with? I haven't seen you before."
Brandy studied the good-looking man standing there. His dark brown hair was full and wavy and his brown eyes were as soft-looking as a puppy's. He was of medium height and his perfectly proportioned body was fit and tan. She wondered if he was tan under the bikini swim briefs he was wearing. "I'm not with anyone. I'm here to.. . " began Brandy.
"She's here to make some contacts," interrupted Bambi, nudging Brandy. "She hasn't decided who to sign with yet. You must've heard of Peter," she said to Brandy. "Peter is the main photog for Pet Me magazine. Hung depends on him for most of the shots."
"Oh. Well, I don't know what to say," said Brandy. That's an understatement, she thought. How can I get information unless I ask? And how can I ask without letting them know who I am? And how can I find out if his buns are as tanned as the rest of him?
"Listen," Peter was saying to her. "Why don't you let me look over your portfolio and maybe I can give you some leads. I know who is looking for what type and all of that."
"I.. .er.. .don't have a portfolio," she began.
"She doesn't have one any longer," Bambi interrupted again. "Poor thing checked it in with her luggage when she flew in from the coast, and the whole thing is probably in Australia or someplace by now."
"That's no problem," grinned Peter. "I'd like to see for myself how the camera reacts to you. Why not let me do a shoot of you? I'll be able to tell if you would do well in Pet Me and, at the same time, I can do extras and get you a good folio going again. It could be worth your while. Hung does pay well on a general scale if we use you, and pays fantastically well if you are the centerfold for the month. How about it?"
"She'd love to," exclaimed Bambi before Brandy could refuse. "I know where your studio is. I'll be sure to give her good directions. How about tomorrow morning-say about ten?"
"Sounds good to me," smiled Peter. "See you then."
"Isn't he a hunk?" whispered Bambi as Peter walked off. "You'll love working with him."
Brandy wasn't sorry she had the date to have her picture taken. Not when the rear view of Peter was as tempting as the front! This could be interesting!
"Why can't I just tell him?" she asked Bambi. "I hate to lie."
"So, don't lie. Just don't tell him the truth. Hey, you could use a folio. I mean, why not? I always say, leave all the options open. I can tell you that models and photogs are the worst gossips in the world. They'll tell stories on each other you wouldn't believe, but they'll also be real closed-mouthed to an outsider. So, whatever you want to know, you're better off on the inside."
Brandy thought that was good advice. Besides, she was enjoying the attention she was getting. All the men were watching her, and she could tell by the way they looked at her that she was doing fine holding her own as one of the models.
"The other girls are smiling, too," she told Bambi. "Isn't that weird? I mean, considering all the competition."
"Not really. They know they have to stick together. And they all know how men are. Well, we just share and share a-like. The guys know it. They know that if one of us is treated wrong, he will never get a chance with another of us. Keeps them on their toes. In fact, the competition is with them. They all try to be better than the others so that they can get more dates. We can't lose."
"Makes sense," agreed Brandy. "I think I'm gonna like it here." She spied Ruth in a group at the edge of the pool. "Hey! What happened to you? I thought you were right behind me when I went with Bambi to get a suit. Looks like you found one yourself."
Ruth smiled at her. "Sure did," she answered, looking down at the rust colored tiny fabric pieces that tried to cover her. Her nipples were erect, making her boobs look like they had tiny tents perched on each one. "Did you get to tour one of the dressing rooms?" she asked.
"Yeah, you, too?"
"Right," she grinned. "Makes me want to go to barber school. We could learn to give shaves like that and then open a shop to take care of the male models!"
Brandy hadn't thought of that! Of course, they had to shave in order to model those tiny men's bikini suits and shorts! That might be fun after all! "I think we have a couple of friends we could practice on. They're both twisted, kinky and demented-all the qualities we look for in a person!"
"You know it!" answered Ruth.
"Why not let us in on this," said a brunette sitting next to Ruth.
"This is Angela," said Ruth. "And on the other side here is Terri." She pointed at a tall black girl. "This is Brandy, girls, the one I told you about."
"Hope it was good!" said Brandy.
"Don't worry, hon," answered Terri. "It was all good. We sisters have to stick together, or they stick it to us!"
"Sometimes I like having someone stick it to me!" laughed Angela. "As long as it's on my terms!"
"So," asked Terri, "what are your plans? Do you have a shoot set up?"
"Matter of fact, I do," answered Brandy. "With Peter Quinn. Then I'll go from there with my plans."
"Peter?" exclaimed Angela. "Well, you sure know how to do it! He's the greatest! He could make Attila the Hun look good. Not that you need any help," she added.
"That's okay. I need all the help I can get. I'm new at this, and I'm not sure just where this career is going to take me."
"Career?" asked Ruth. "But you already.. . "
"I already tried a number of things," Brandy butted in rapidly, with a long look at Ruth. "The last was where I met Ruth. Boy, that truck-stop waitressing was the pits, wasn't it Ruth?"
Ruth looked confused for a second, but then caught on. "Yeah. I wouldn't wish that job on a dog."
"I can't believe you two would do something like that. I mean, it's not bad work, but with your looks, and you talk like you have brains, I would've thought you'd be into something better."
"Well," said Brandy, "we just wanted to experience life a while before we decided what we wanted to do for the rest of our lives."
That seemed to satisfy everyone. Brandy was relieved they seemed to buy it and that Ruth backed her up. Bambi was right. They would stick together. "We have been kind of looking for the meaning of life and all, too. You know-trying different religions and things like that. We even watched some of those TV preachers. Any of you girls ever see that Randy Jones?"
"Oh, wow," laughed Angela. "I think that must've been one of the most unenlightening things you could have done. That man has all the answers for you. All you have to do is send him enough money and he'll tell you how to save yourself from going to hell."
"Right!" agreed Terri. "And the way you do that is to send him the rest of your money so you won't be tempted to spend it on things that will corrupt you."
"I know what you mean," said Brandy. "We got on his mailing list and I don't think we'll ever get off. I was impressed with his daughter, though, the few times I saw her on the show. She seemed to be an all right person. Really sweet."
Terri and Angela looked at each other and laughed.
"What did I say?" asked Brandy.
"She is sweet," said Angela. "Don't get us wrong. It's just that she is sweet in spite of her parents, not because of them."
"You know her?"
"Well," Terri hesitated and glanced at Angela, "we've met is all."
They seemed to want to change the subject, so Brandy didn't push. She knew they were hiding something. She'd just have to try to gain their confidence.
"Have you seen the boys?" she asked Ruth.
"Rick hasn't come out yet and Grizz went drooling after a girl with long black hair. They went towards one of the cabanas. I doubt he wants to be disturbed. Frank and a blonde followed them a few minutes later. I think they might be up to something kinky."
"Not our boys!" said Brandy in mock astonishment.
"You said something about Rick," said Bambi. "Do you know him well?"
"No," answered Brandy. "We just met. He seemed like a fun guy, so we just tagged along when he said he was coming here. Why?"
"I just wondered. He's a nice guy. You need to get to know him a little better. He might surprise you."
"I hope to get to know him really well," smiled Brandy. She assumed Bambi was referring to the fact that he was Ginny's brother. She didn't think she was ready to tell yet that she knew that information. "Race you to the end of the pool!" she shouted at Ruth and plunged in.
"Let's just keep our mission a secret," Brandy told Ruth when they reached the other end.. "I think maybe we'll get more information that way. On the other hand, we don't seem to be coming up with much the way it is."
"Oh, yeah? Try letting them find out I'm a cop and see what you learn. Funny thing about it. Once people find out, they clam up. It doesn't matter what the subject is, they just don't trust the police. I doubt they'd trust you any more, especially if they knew who hired you."
"I know. I guess we'll have to keep suffering along like we are. You have to admit, this is fun, seeing how the other half lives. I could get used to this in a hurry Fun all day long!"
"Well, don't get carried away. You have to work tomorrow, you know."
"On the case. That's what I'm doing now."
"Nope. I mean on that shoot. You agreed. Now you have to go through with it and pretend you know what you're doing. I know what I'd do."
"What?" asked Brandy.
"I'd go to Peter's place, take all my clothes off, ask him what he wants, then fuck his brains out! I mean! Did you see those buns?"
"Did I ever! I got horny just watching him walk away. Not that I wasn't before. Did you see the size of the bulge in the front of that suit?"
"Sure, but a lot of guys get big hard-ons."
'True, but that wasn't a hard-on. He's used to seeing these girls day in and day out. Naked and otherwise. He had to be relaxed."
"Damn! That means.. . "
"Right. That bulge was the soft stage. I can hardly wait to find out how big it can get when it gets excited!"
"I'm excited just thinking about it! You'll have to tell me all the details! I'll have to get it all secondhand, since I'll have to work tomorrow."
"Work? You call fucking and sucking work? Don't tell me you haven't already made plans for you and Frank to get it on when you're on the payroll."
"Only on breaks. I take my job seriously and so does Frank."
"I know you do. I was just kidding. You had