Room 2D

From Uniform Girls 19, following on from  Bringing it to Life . By the Wednesday of Christina’s week with Sir Richard, the pretence that she is there to assimilate the feel of her part as a Victorian maid has worn very thin, although it is still maintained superficially so as to provide each of them with a face-saving front behind which to hide. Without it, Sir Richard would be obliged to appear undisguised in the role of villainous lecher, and Christina as the star-struck hopeful that she is, ready to sacrifice all for her art — or if not for that, then for the promise of fame and fortune. Fortunately she has not made the mistake of demanding of Sir Richard, ‘What  do  you think I  am !’; Sir Richard would doubtless have been unable to resist the cliched riposte, ‘We have established what you  are , Madam; now we are merely haggling over your price.’ As it is, however, the maid still pretends that she...

From Uniform Girls 19 with Wendy Collings Christina was over the moon. At long last, the big break had come. After dancing on decrepit stages in dubious old working men’s clubs, she was virtually dancing on air as she told her friends about the audition. ‘I’ve got it!’ She jumped up and down, waving the letter of confirmation. ‘A two-hour pilot and then the series; and it could run and run.’ She ran up to her room, and rang through to the production company’s office. ‘Yes. Christina Jones, here. Yes. Just to say I’ll be there, tomorrow at noon.’ Battlestar Vision was one of several up and coming small production houses providing television programmes to independent television stations through Europe: and their young Managing Director, Chris Thorne, was justifiably pleased with his company’s latest coup. A brand-new British-based soap opera, sold to one of the biggest cable-networks in Europe. The series would start with a major ...

From Blushes 71, with Wendy Collings The girl standing against the little rosewood table is dressed in what resembles a child’s outfit of bygone years: between the wars perhaps. Very short bottle-green shorts which are held by dark-red braces over a plain white short-sleeved top; and on her head, perched on the wavy medium-length chestnut hair, a matching green beret slanting sharply to one side. But she is certainly not a child, she is in fact 18 and the rear view as she stands facing the table shows a very well-developed 18-year-old. The shorts in particular indicate this because they are not only very short, leaving bare virtually the whole length of her full and shapely thighs, but also are notably tight. Hugging like a second skin a bottom which is ripely rounded, hugging intimately into the deep dividing crack between the jutting cheeks. In this tight and immodest encasing of the girl’s bottom the thin cotton shorts...