Faith - Lesley Pearse [138]
But as spring turned to summer, what began as an occasional hour or two after school gradually stepped up to almost every time she worked in Glasgow.
Laura had told Fiona that she did modelling for a catalogue company. Fiona believed this implicitly, for she was a real ‘wee wifie’; short, plump and plain, with no knowledge about anything beyond the perimeters of her home and family. To her, tall, slender Laura from London, who always dressed in the height of fashion and had her own car, was as exotic as a film star. If Laura told her she was late because they’d done a fashion shoot in Dumfries or even the Highlands she got excited about it and said one more child in the house made no difference at all to her.
One Friday at the start of July, Laura arrived at the studio in the morning to find she and Katy were to work with Craig and Pete that day. Pete, a big hunky blond guy from Manchester, was a good sort, a little thick, but good-natured. Craig, however, a redheaded Glaswegian, she found completely repellent. He was short and very muscular, but he had flaky skin, bad breath and he always smelled sweaty.
His only attribute was his large penis, and he would strut around naked, even when they were having a coffee break, as if waving it in front of the girls’ faces would make them fancy him.
Laura had never actually had to do a photo session with him before, but she knew from the other girls that like many of the men who had large penises, Craig sometimes couldn’t get it up. And as Don the photographer used to say, ‘A man with a flaccid cock in pornography is about as useless as a chocolate fireguard.’
Dressed in just a suspender belt and black stockings and stilettos, Laura did some shots with Pete, and then Katy was called in to join in for a three-in-the-bed scene. It was all very easy, because Pete had the unusual knack of being able to pose with a hard-on and maul them both around as if he was about to really ravage them, yet not make them feel threatened at all. Don was being his usual inventive self, once again coming up with variations on the basic theme of two girls and one man. At one point Laura got the giggles, something that often happened, and Pete smacked her bottom playfully, which was applauded by Don.
Then Craig was called in.
‘Katy, I want you doggie fashion, arse towards me,’ Don said in his usual straight-to-the-point manner. ‘Pete, you sit on the edge of the bed with Laura astride you, real close to Katy, like you’re getting turned on even more by Katy about to get it. Craig, get that dong up and hold Katy’s arse open so we can see where it’s supposed to go.’
Craig strutted towards Katy, jerking away at his penis. He got a semi lob-on, but the harder he worked at it, the weaker it became.
‘Fer fuck’s sake, Craig,’ Don yelled at him. ‘Katy’s arse would make a blind man see!’
Laura had to bury her face in Pete’s shoulder to suppress her laughter, and she heard a little snort from Katy which told her she was in the same predicament.
After a few more minutes, with Craig getting redder and redder in the face, and still no erection, Don grew impatient. ‘Katy, help the poor sod,’ he ordered. ‘Or we’ll be here all day.’
Katy did as she was asked, because like Laura she was anxious for the session to be over so they could go home. Laura slid off Pete’s lap on to the bed, and tried to avert her eyes diplomatically. But she couldn’t resist peeping, and when she saw Katy’s pained expression, and that huge flaccid penis that looked like a pork steak flapping around in her hand, she just couldn’t control her laughter.
Pete was shaking, clearly fighting against laughing out loud too, but he reached out and touched Laura’s hand as if warning her to do likewise. But all at once Craig flew at her, and punched her in the face so she fell back on the bed.
‘You evil bitch,’ he yelled