“Oh god”, she said when she found the right command. The picture died into
blackness.
She turned around and looked at Alison, who was trying not to laugh. Her
eyes were delivering a clear message, telling that if she ever told anyone
about these photos, she’d be dead meat. Alison pointed her forefinger play-
fully to her, showing that she’d give her the fight of her life.
“Now. How much did you see?” Elizabeth finally asked.
“Quite enough”, Alison answered. “There was this picture where you were
lying on the bed, eyes closed, legs open and hands on your pussy. And that
other one of you doing Emmanuelle-pose in that chair, except the expression
on your face was somehow more dangerous. I didn’t know you had such reserves.”
“Alison.”
“Elizabeth, come on. OK, so you were young and this guy, let me guess, gave
you a few drinks and you needed cash and did it? It’s not such a big deal,
nothing to worry about.”
“Alison.” Her voice contained now the anger that the shame had covered.
“Come on.” Alison stepped forward and quickly turned the chair around. She
placed her hands on Elizabeth’s neck before she could object. “You should
have seen the discos I performed in when I was young. Real ratholes with
minimum pay. I had to do some posing to reach bearable standards of living,
and most of it nastier than yours. Some of it a lot nastier, since I wasn’t
very beautiful then and no-one wanted to see my body unless it was humped
by some stud. So you have nothing to complain. I was just able to remove them
from my file before anyone else found them. Even all the video stuff. But
at least I had the decency not use my real name, and I don’t think that any-
one recognized me, because I only did cameos if films and usually wore a mask
when I sang onstage.”
Elizabeth sensed that Alison was telling the truth. She let herself loosen
again and sighed. “Now my good massage work is ruined”, Alison said, feeling
her muscled tensed again.
“Sorry”, Elizabeth said.
“It’s OK. My fault”, Alison said and started to rub rougher. “Little facts
of life.”
“Alison?” Elizabeth asked shyly.
“Yes?”
“Did you… I mean, did you ever… you know…”
Alison stopped. “Yes, I did. Even that. It hurt at first, but gave me double
the money I would have normally earned, so I did it even though I hated it.
You don’t want to hear any details.”
“No, not that. I mean…” Alison stopped at the middle of sentence, swallowed
some air and said “nothing.”
Alison’s grip tightened a bit, and for a moment neither of them did anything.
“I didn’t mean to read your mind”, Elizabeth said quickly, in an apologizing
voice. “It just sometimes happens and I do that when I am…”
“So now you know. Yes, I did lesbian scenes. And liked them more than doing
it with men. But that was because it wasn’t a real thing with men, they just
masturbated using me. Besides pay and shame, I didn’t get anything from films.
It was different with women, because I sometimes enjoyed it even though the
directors made us do it in a “visually pleasing” way no woman would ever enjoy
in real life.” Alison stressed the words “visually pleasing” in a way to mimic
a fat, sweaty porn movie director.
“It is totally different with Longshot”, she continued after a while. “He’s
my best lover ever, perhaps because he’s not like the men from Earth.”
“What is he like?” Elizabeth asked, now relaxed. She had begun to feel closer
friendship with Alison as they now shared a secret to hide from the rest of
the team.
“Well…” Alison said, trying to find a proper way to say it, “let’s say he’s
just like his name.”
Both women burst laughing, and Alison briefly described how his sexual organs
functioned. She added how she’d once came to bed wearing sexy white lace, and
“he hit the ceiling!” and this naughty pun caused both women laugh like
maniacs while Alison stressed how it was literally true.
“OK, I believe you”, Elizabeth said finally, whoahing herself. “It’s not like
we didn’t have sexy men around here.”
“Right. Who do you think is the best hunk in our team?”
“Don’t ask that… I’d give my vote to Peter. I agreed once to model nude
for his drawing, and shivered of excitement all the time.”
“Holy!” Both girls slapped a high five. “Peter is fine and he seems to be the
only one of us who still has any ideals left”, Alison said, “but Longshot is
my man. It’s just that I wished that he didn’t spend that much time with Rogue.
Sometimes I suspect his loyality. Do you remember how they skated together, and
everything she was wearing was from my wardrobe?”
“Do I? How could I forget? That interrupted my posing for Peter!”
…End of the part2. To be continued..