I arrived at the beauty academy at mid-afternoon. It was exclusive and very private-my mother had paid a fortune to have her sweet little, sixteen-year-old, future cover girl get a weeks worth of training in professional modeling, fashion and makeup. The academy was located in a sprawling mansion in the hills of L.A., and once through the guarded gates, I was escorted into the office of the director, a woman named Tia. As I waited for her, I looked out a large picture window down onto a huge swimming pool. A handful of girls lay soaking up the sun or swimming in the blue water-all beautiful, all nude.
"Hello, Angela. Welcome. Im Tia."
I turned at the sound and gasped at her beauty. She walked toward me wearing a long, transparent open robe. It was baby blue and flowed around her like smoke. On her elegant feet were high-heeled sandals, her toenails painted midnight black. Other than that, she was naked. Her breasts were perfect melon-shaped globes with small, pink nipples-her pussy was shaved, leaving only a trace of close-trimmed pubic hair extending in a thin line up from the top of her slit. The mons was puffy and bulged out to form a classic coffee bean oval with a delicate slit marking the entrance. Her legs were long and slim, and she moved with the grace of a dancer. I stood with my moth open at the sight.
"I hope youre not shocked by my appearance," Tia said, "but we take a very open, free approach to beauty and our bodies. We encourage you to express yourself through your body-explore it and enjoy it, and realize that others want to explore and enjoy it too." She stopped in front of me and extended her hand to caress my cheek. "You are absolutely stunning, Angela."
"Thank you," I managed to whisper, still overcome by her gorgeous form.
Tia ran her hand down my neck, across my shoulder and along my bare arm sending electric sparks through ... Läs hela novellen
