Photographer's Model (closed for pipper and JT)

[pipper]

“Don’t forget Oscar’s poop. It’s in the fridge,” Laurie said as the zoo’s staff began to pack everything away.

John Wiltshire put the ‘arm’ back into its container. “Bring it back out after we’ve left, and when Oscar is able to move normally.” Then he retrieved the poop container. “Okay, let’s get out of here. We don’t want him coming to, and finding us here, otherwise he’ll think we’re moving him somewhere else.”

Laurie felt Oscar begin to move slightly. “You better make it quick!”

Like a thief in the night, the zoo staff quickly made their up the stairs. Oscar’s head moved. Laurie looked at Phil. “He always gets back to normality very quickly.” Sure enough within five minutes, Oscar was slithering around the basement as if nothing had happened. “He’s hungry. That’s why he hasn’t gone back into the enclosure. He knows there is a rodent in the next room.”

Laurie stood up, walked over to the container. “Okay, let’s see what he makes of this. Oh, get ready to video this.” Gingerly, she lifted the arm out, and placed it on the floor, with the fingers facing the enclosure. Then she walked over to get her notebook and pen from the small table in the corner.

Oscar’s tongue flicked. He had sensed that food was nearby. He slithered over to the arm. First to the fingers and opened his mouth slightly, but decided to try the other end of the arm. Again the process was repeated. “Come on Oscar,” Laurie said softly, hoping he wouldn’t turn away from it. Oscar looked at it, and then at Laurie, repeating the process three more times. “He’s not sure if he can eat it, or what end to start with. He’s asking me to help him.”

Laurie held out her right arm. The snake raised his head and flicked his tongue at her fingers, then looked at her arm where it joined her shoulders. Oscar seemed to smile. “He’s got his answer.” The snake moved to the 'food' arm’s fingers, and began to take them into his mouth. Laurie smiled as she jotted down what was happening. Bit by bit the arm disappeared into Oscar’s maw and throat.

“Now that was amazing,” Laurie said as Oscar went back into his enclosure.

 

[JayTee69gmx]

It seemed bizarre to be in a basement with a python and a beautiful young woman, the snake distended with what for all intents and purposes looked like a human arm. Real pig though, not long pig. Phil was amazed at himself. Three weeks ago he would have told anyone they were crazy if they said he would be in this situation. But he was here and happy to be here, happy to be anywhere with her. What else did she have in store for him today?

"So if he takes that and does not regress, we can assume it was not swallowing the girl's arm that make him ill. But surely it could have been all manner of things, even some makeup that happens to be toxic to snakes. At least he does not seem averse to swallowing large chunks of meat."

He watched Laurie with admiration as she handled the snake. Surely with some formal education she work as a herptologist. Certainly she liked to be with snakes.

"Well I have enough packed to deal with this afternoon's shoot too, Laurie. We can load up the car, and maybe find a place on the way where we can catch a bite of lunch. We are still on for that?"

 

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Laurie thought about Phil’s comment. “Well, it wasn’t really someone’s real arm Oscar just swallowed. It was meat, and it’s human skin that he eventually refused to swallow. So, I just have to see how he reacts to his latest meal. As for your idea that a girl’s perfume or makeup may have made him ill, I’ll check into that.

“If the girls can wear it, how come the other snakes weren’t affected? Maybe they shouldn’t, but if the girl assigned to Oscar, did, we might have our answer. Of course if she still does, that means that snake she now works with, maybe slowly coming down with the same thing.”

Laurie knew that she might have to have a word with Bella, and that meant going down to the club!

“Okay, let me make my report out and send it off. Give me ten minutes, and we’re good to go and have a bite. Maybe you could have a word with mum to put her at ease about the photos I’m posing for, in the meantime.”

 

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Phil finished packing his gear, and made his way upstairs. Laurie's mother was sitting in the living room, with the same cold stare, looking into a cup of tea.

"Estella, we are all done with the snake photos for this morning. Did you see the photos from Laurie's portfolio? She is so photogenic. Some people just look good in photographs. You and Jim must be so proud of her. I am sure she could do well as a model. I am certain she will win that competition for the modelling assignment at school."

Estella's expression was tough to interpret. Bemused, wry, resigned, uncertain. Finally a soft smile, but not really sincere. For a moment Phil wondered if she was seeing her younger self in Laurie. Certainly one could easily see where Laurie got her good looks, but he knew he'd best keep that thought to himself.

"I'll just put my stuff in the car. Laurie is going to do some more outdoor shots this afternoon. She really is a great help for my course."

One thing was certain. Laurie had not told her mother about the peat pit.

 

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Laurie fired up her laptop and wrote her report saying that Oscar at first wasn’t too sure what end of the ‘food’ arm to take into his jaws first, and that it was only when he had studied her own arm, that he somehow decided on start at food’s ‘fingers’.

Once her report was completed, Laurie emailed it to the John Wiltshire; before she grabbed a handful of old clothing that was originally destined for ‘disposal’. She tucked them in a duffel bag along with towels, soap and an empty plastic bag. As she was about to go down, Laurie realised that she had to wear a dress in the hopes of fooling her mother. A black summer dress was selected.

Now, everything was ready! Down she went to find her mother alone. “He’s putting his stuff in the car…and I hope you’re wearing a bra under that?”

Laurie was incensed! “Mum! What do you take me for?” Laurie never elaborated with an answer to her own question. If she had, would it have been, ‘A whore’, or, ‘A stripper’? A partial stripper she had been, photo wise, as for whore, well …if it did happen, she would be just one man’s, and that man was waiting for her.

“Okay, Phil, let’s go and eat,” Laurie said as she threw her bag on the back seat.

 

[JayTee69gmx]

Phil watched her put her seat belt on, then started the car and eased out of the driveway. Passed her his GPS and asked her to put the peat pit as a destination. He had a feeling of setting off on a road trip, together. Since the whole photography thing with her had started, he felt a physical attraction to her, but he had supressed it, thinking it was just the natural reaction any male would have in the presence of such a beautiful young woman. Many times his body had reacted to her; many times he overcame those feelings, and remained passive. But this was different. This was a feeling of two of them, together. Something was appearing that was beyond simple physical attraction.

On the way they saw a village pub that looked inviting, tables outside on a side patio. He parked the car, and as they walked up he asked "Would you rather sit inside or outside? I am happy with either."

 

[pipper]

After listing Stuart’s peat pit as requested, Laurie just relaxed, knowing that soon she would have to deal with pit’s ‘division point’. Could she go completely past it?

Before she knew it, Phil asked her if she would like to eat at a pub that came into view. Laurie needed something in her stomach to calm her fears that were growing by the minute.

“Sure.”

As they walked, Laurie decided some fresh air would be good for her. “The outside, if you don’t mind, and…a salad would be lovely along with mineral water. If Stuart just gets one whiff of alcohol on my breath, he won’t let me in the peat. He’s very strict on safety.”

 

[JayTee69gmx]

Phil ordered a large bottle of San Pellegrino, green salad for Laurie, and a grilled chicken salad for himself. It was a nice, warm sunny spring day. "Day like this, but with more breeze, would be perfect for sailing."

He noticed other diners looking at them, trying to guess the relationship. His hair was dark brown; hers, natural blonde. Father / daughter was not impossible, but unlikely. Uncle / niece? Perhaps. Still, unlikely.

Just as the waitress brought their food, he saw a passing car slow. It looked like Parker's.

"I think we have yet again been seen by nosy Parker. Just to pre-empt her, when we get back, mention to your parents where we had lunch. And let's keep our eyes open for other spots we could shoot more outdoor poses, near here."

Phil did not know what sort of photographs they would be taking in the peat pit, but he was coming to think that they would not be ones she would want to share. Just the slight conspiratorial smile she got when she mentioned it. That and perhaps some nervousness.

 

[pipper]

Laurie rolled her eyes and sighed when Phil mentioned that Parker might have driven by. If Parker was up to her old tricks, Laurie would love to feed her to Oscar. Of course that would be out of the question. Laurie smiled anyway, even at the thought of it!

“Yes, there is always that secluded spot, allowing opportunities for ‘stand out’ photos.” Laurie took a mouthful of the salad. “I hope you’ll be pleased with my performance in the pit.” She had it all planned out, except the finale. That would be left up to the battle between her conscience and sub-conscience.

 

[JayTee69gmx]

And there it was again, that flash of a conspiratorial smile, a shared secret. There was something, obviously to do with the peat pit. But Phil had no idea what it could be.

Throughout the rest of the meal they made small talk, Phil noticed other diners, mostly the males, sneaking glances at them, or more likely, at her. She was striking. Pretty, blonde, vibrant, perfect figure. But it was not her looks so much as her personality. Vivacious was the only word that came to his mind. She seemed not to notice, her attention was entirely on him. That spread a warm feeling throughout him. He wanted her now, all of her, not just physically, but certainly physically. How had this happened? A few weeks ago she was just a beautiful object in his viewfinder. He had had no more emotional attachment than to the waterfall he used in his last major project. Now here he was with all sorts of feelings he could not even define. Beyond knowing that they were wrong. Yet there they were.

They finished up, he paid, with a moderate tip, and they walked back to the car. He almost took her hand as they walked.

 

[pipper]

The drive to Stuart’s was done in mostly silence. Laurie just closed her eyes and relaxed. The last thing she needed to think about now was what lay ahead in the pit.

She was jolted out of her relaxation, as Phil’s car started up the gravel lane to John Stuart’s house. It took her a little while to adjust to the bright sunlight. “He should be meeting us. He has the key to open the gate to the pit,” Laurie finally said.

Stuart, as if on cue, emerged from his garage. Laurie went to meet him. Soon, after welcoming pleasantries were exchanged, she returned with the key. “Just drive a little further to the wooden enclosure, Phil. We can park alongside the fence.”

 

[JayTee69gmx]

Phil drove up the laneway and soon enough came across a board on board fenced enclosure. The walls were about 8 ft high; one could not see inside. One section of the fence was on hinges, and set into it was a gate. Padlocks secured both. Laurie got out and unlocked the gate. She vanished inside, taking her bag. Phil got his cameras and tripods and followed her, noticing yet again how well she filled out the seat of her jeans, how her pretty blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders. He had no idea what lay beyond the gate, or what she was about to do.

 

[pipper]

Laurie stopped in her tracks as she took in the view of the pit. Right before her, was the dreaded ‘division point’.

She heard Phil come up beside her. “There are poles around the pit, with ropes attached. If I scream out for help, you toss one of those to me, and pull me out, and at no time are you to leave while I’m in the pit, otherwise Stuart will ban us from coming back. Okay, as you’re using video, you set up where you like, but I will be entering the peat directly across from us. In the meantime I’ll go and change.”

Laurie entered the dual changing/shower room. As she put her bag down, Laurie was beginning to have second thoughts. She could say that the salad she had just eaten was making her stomach act up, but then there was Phil…and Susan! No, she would go in, but not anywhere close to the ‘division point’ before coming back out. If Susan got upset, tough!

It didn’t take long to get changed, and soon Laurie emerged clad in a matching set of red bra and panties, along with a red mini-skirt. On her feet were flip-flops. “Ready when you are, Phil.”

 

[JayTee69gmx]

While she was changing Phil took one of the recovery poles, and knotted a loop in the rope so she could slip the loop under her arms if he needed to rescue her. No need to depend on her hand strength if it was an emergency. Basically it was similar to the crew overboard recovery system on his boat.

"Whoa! You look spectacular Laurie! Wait, wait, let me get some shots of you just like that. Please. A few poses."

The red lingerie plus blonde hair. He quickly zoomed his lens for closeups. Then back for a few overall shots. And dammit, he should have worn the loose cargo pants. No help for it now though. He hoped she was distracted enough by the maw of peat not to notice what was going on in his jeans. Which were entirely too tight now.

Phil remote triggered the video, set wide angle from across the pit. And started photographing.

At this moment watching her courage as she eased into the peat he wanted her. Wanted her so much.

 

[pipper]

Laurie did a series of standard standing poses, before stepping out of her flip-flops. She looked at the peat’s surface, while knowing that Phil was waiting for her to venture in.

Standing on the edge of the pit, Laurie cautiously lowered her left toes into the peat and wiggled them around before pulling them out. Then she lowered the entire foot into the black substance, before bringing it back onto the grassy edge, and then repeated the same sequence with her right foot.

All that was left to do for an opening sequence, was to put her left foot back in, followed by the right one. Now Laurie stood with the peat up to her ankles. Of course this was nothing new to her, but to Phil, she knew that it was his first.

It was time to go slightly deeper; so with her left foot again quickly followed by the right, Laurie went a few inches further away from the edge and slowly sank down to just below her knees. Then with her arms stretched out to her side for balance, Laurie did ten grinding movements with her hips.

Once those were done, Laurie turned around and stepped out of the pit. For a moment, she didn't want to go back in. It felt as if her plan was taking control of her, rather than her having full control over it!

Laurie looked at Phil and noticed what appeared to be a slight bulge in his jeans. He was being turned on by her actions in the black substance. There was no way, her plan, her very own plan, had control over her! She was going back in.

 

[JayTee69gmx]

When someone looks at you, somehow you know exactly where they are looking. If it is in your eyes, well that is obvious. But if it is elsewhere, somehow you know. The gravy spot on your shirt. The messed hair. Or in this case the bulge in your jeans. Phil saw her stare, her pupils open, and he knew she knew. He glanced down to follow where her eyes were, and saw just how clearly she could see the effect she had on him. And that made it worse.

But she then went back in the peat, and diverted her attention to the task. Phil swallowed in relief, hoping things would get back to normal if he could redirect his mind to the techniques of photography, managing the light, examining he histograms in the color channels. He fine tuned the exposures, watched for contrast, and decided to try some burst mode multi-exposures to try and catch more detail in the shadows. Dark peat on white skin. It was not easy to carry detail in both. But the red channel. The bra and panties, and the way they covered and revealed at the same time.

There was no hiding it now. She knew.

 

[pipper]

Again, leading with her left foot, Laurie re-entered the peat, going even further in. Now she was mid-thigh deep in the substance. Another round of hip grinding followed. It was as if she was trying to liquefy the area she was in.

With her arms still stretched outwards, Laurie brought her right leg out of the peat, stretched it out before her, lowered it back into the peat, and then pulled it back. Then promptly repeated the process, before, yet again, turning around and stepping out of the pit.

She looked at the peat, then at Phil. She smiled, and then proceeded to slide her red mini-skirt off her legs. Now just attired in bra and panties Laurie went back into the area of the peat, which was now softer, due to her interaction with it.

Further in she went, till the surface of the black substance was level with the area of her panties that covered her crotch. Again, the hip grinding started, but this time Laurie moved her arms and hands, playfully, through her hair, as if she was a stripper on stage. Then she turned around at repeated the ‘show’, the bottom half of her panties covered in the liquefied peat.

She turned her head to face Phil; smiled, walked back to the edge, before doing one more grind, and then stepped out.

 

[JayTee69gmx]

Phil's attempts to quell his arousal were totally destroyed by Laurie when she re-entered the pit, and commenced grinding motions with her hips. He had tried to focus on photography but she thwarted him. Then, looking at him, she removed her skirt, and was now wearing only red panties and bra. In his mind they revealed more than they covered.

Just the way he had known where she had been looking, he knew she now knew where he had been looking. Quickly he regained eye contact with her. But he was sure she could read his thoughts.

"Be careful Laurie."

As he heard himself say the words, he wondered what he meant. He did feel protective of her, more than ever, and was worried she might lose her footing and slip down into the peat.

But she was triggering a strong physical reaction in him, now obviously purposely. Lustful animal reactions were releasing hormones throughout him. The bulge in his jeans was getting painful.

Finally, she was getting access to his heart. He did lust for her, but as a part of a larger overall deep feelings for her. More and more he wanted all of her. Impossible though that might be.

"Please Laurie, be careful."

 

[pipper]

“Don’t worry, Phil, I’ve played many a time in here with Susan,” Laurie said, hoping to calm him down; then suddenly realizing he might have got the wrong impression. “Oh, I don’t mean playing with Susan in that way!” The last thing she needed, right now, was Phil thinking that she was bi-sexual.

In she went again, with as always, her left foot leading the way. It didn’t take her long before she was panties deep in the peat. Another round of grinding followed, before Laurie continued further away from the edge. The peat squelched as she worked her way forward, proceeding past the now semi-liquid black substance.

There was one particular spot in the peat that had a ridge, just under the surface, which she could sit on, and through experience Laurie knew where it was. Stepping over it, Laurie placed her finger tips in the peat, before she sat back onto the ridge. The area behind her was only hip deep, the area that lay before her, was deeper, waist deep in fact, but with some cunning bodily movements, Susan had showed her how to bring the peat up to the bottom of her breasts…and even deeper.

Now, Laurie began to lower her body further down, while placing her arms sideways, with her hands on the ridge, thus giving her support. Her panties now below the surface, she began a cycle of slowly raising them out; then lowering them back in. She loved the feel of the peat on her skin. Now she turned around and with her back to Phil, and with hands still on the ridge, Laurie repeated the process, this allowing Phil both ‘front’ and ‘rear’ shots.

 

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Laurie seemed comfortable in the peat, and this time got much farther in. Phil began to relax a little bit on that account, but still wondered if it was so safe why were there so many rescue poles? He was able to continue photographing, but was increasingly more distracted by her performance. The swelling in his jeans continued unabated, if anything it was even larger and firmer. Soon it was going to hurt.

As far as triggering his sexual responses, Laurie was proceeding with abandon. She clearly knew what she was doing to him, and she was was upping the ante. As she dipped in up to her waist, her panties were soaked by the dark liquid in the peat pit. And they clung. And they were translucent. At this point they were revealing much more than they were hiding. Phil got glimpses of every nuance of the curves of her lower body. His reaction was that of any normal male. He had no hope of controlling it now. But then she turned away for a moment raising her perfect bottom out of the peat, and he quickly dove his hand in his pocket and re-arranged things up flat against the center of his belly. And heaved a sigh of relief. Still obvious, but at least it didn't actually hurt anymore.

Phil was still conflicted. He knew he wanted her, both in terms of pure sexual lust, but that was only a small part of his feelings for her. But it was all impossible, how could he be thinking these things? More important what was she thinking? He supposed if she was complicit they might work out a way to have erotic adventures together. But where would it all lead. Was there any solution?

 

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Laurie knew her actions were having a real effect on Phil, which meant that her plan was still making progress, but the threat of it taking full control in its own right still weighed heavily on Laurie.

Turning to face Phil again, Laurie began to rub the peat all over the front of her panties. Was that a soft moan that escaped her lips? Then she lowered herself, so that the panties, once more, sank below the surface of the black substance. What now?

Laurie turned sideways, and with a coy look over her right shoulder, ran her peat stained hands through her blonde hair, and enjoyed it! It was as if the peat had some sort of erotic ‘feel’ to it. Maybe that’s why Susan loved coming here!

 

[JayTee69gmx]

Phil watched incredulously as Laurie rubbed over her mound with the peat, uttering almost silent moans. Her eyes often crossed the front of his jeans before flicking back up. Then that look, part smile, part come hither, part 'we share a secret', but all erotic. He had never imagined he could be so enthralled by a woman. She was mercilessly teasing him, and all he wanted was more.

He managed to squeeze off a couple of shots as she ran her hands through her long blonde hair. He hoped the photos had captured the look. He wanted to study it, decipher it.

His lower groin throbbing, Phil fought to maintain control over himself. He wanted nothing less than all of her, for ever. Somehow he, or they, had to devise a way that that could happen. It seemed hopeless. His lust was boiling over, but that lust was fueling a deeper need.

 

[pipper]

Now it was time to take it further, and that meant going further in! Laurie slowly inched her way deeper into the peat. The ridge she had just used to her advantage, now behind her and getting further away by the moment.

At the moment, Laurie had no plan to bring her panties back out of the hidden depth of the substance. She worked her arms around her, and in the process built up a small ‘wall’ around her waist. It was thick in this area, and by pushing down her hands into the peat, she managed to raise herself, but not enough to expose her peat drenched panties.

Back down Laurie went, and this time the black stuff rose up to the bottom of her bra. She briefly looked at the peat’s surface – the dreaded ‘division point’, knowing that she still had some room to ‘play’ with. Twisting side to side, she sensed that peat felt soft on her belly, so much so, that Laurie would stay there for a little longer, making Phil’s ‘problem’ even worse.

 

[JayTee69gmx]

Laurie seemed to know exactly how to arouse him. As if she had a direct subliminal connection to whatever caused it. But now she went even deeper into the peat, not by crouching as before, but by wading into a deeper section of the pit. Phil felt concern, an instinct to protect her, and at the same time admiration for her physical courage. None of this helped reduce the bulge in his jeans. Things were clearly outlined, not as clear as when she had shown her peat soaked panties, but clear enough. Time after time he saw her eyes flick over him.

Then she sunk much deeper, up to the bottom of her bra. The white skin of the two mounds of her upper breasts stood out against the dark peat, surrounded by her blonde hair, smeared with dark streaks of peat. She was showing him an underlying primitive sexual animal nature. The entire scene reminded him of paleolithic culture fertility rites. Abstractly part of his mind now understood the massive sexual drive such a thing could create.

But how could this happen between them? Oustide of this context, nothing made sense.

 

[pipper]

Again, Laurie used her hands to build up a wall of the black stuff in front of her bra, to the point that it entered her cleavage, and it felt so good…so erotic. She then ran the peat over her arms, one at a time, before moving to her bra.

Laurie moaned as she slowly raised and lowered her waist out of the peat, while rubbing the pit’s substance over her bra. She got so carried away, that before she knew it, only the bra straps were above the surface; her arms out in front of her.

She looked at Phil, and there standing beside him was…Susan! It couldn’t be. What was she doing here? Laurie shook her head slightly. Susan was gone. It must have been her imagination. Then Laurie heard Susan’s voice in her head. “Down you go, Laurie, sink below the surface.”

“Like hell I will! I’ll go naked when I say so!”

Laurie decided to get out, but her arms sank below the surface, while her shoulders moved up and down. Then horrors of horrors, all the remained of her above the surface was her head!

“Down you go, Laurie, sink below the surface.”

Laurie smiled at Phil. The last thing she wanted was for him to think that she was panicking. She would calmly get out, and he would be none the wiser.