Colin Johnson
The panty lovers
CHAPTER ONE
"You better take your dress off now, dearie," said Mrs. Porter in the sweet-little-old-lady voice which had been irritating Ann Larkin for at least six months. "We don't want to get make-up on its do we?" Having just finished braiding Ann's long brown hair, the make-up lady was now impatient to get the rest of the job done so she could go back to reading her movie magazine.
The full-figured young model disliked getting undressed until it was absolutely necessary because there was nothing private about her dressing room. At the moment, she and Mrs. Porter were alone, but any instant now a cameraman or set designer or one of the company's executives would take it into his head to come barging in, and none of these people had ever heard of knocking. Ann knew perfectly well that they did it on purpose, knowing that she was shy and hoping to catch her off-guard, but there was little she could do about it and complaining only made her feel ridiculous.
But she turned her back on Mrs. Porter to allow her to unzip the back of her dress and slide it down off her shoulders, revealing a lush full body with smoothly rounded curves and soft, well-tanned skin.
"What are we supposed to be doing today?" Ann asked, without much curiosity. The Wonder-Wear Corporation produced ladies lingerie, panties, brassieres, slips and corsets and Ann had modeled almost everything in the six months she had worked in the advertising department.
"You and Jenifer are modeling the new Pink Cloud bra-and-panty combination," Mrs. Porter announced proudly. "Haven't you seen the studio?"
"No," replied the curvaceous young model as the make-up lady ran a powder puff across her face and then stepped back to survey the effect. "What's there to see?"
"They've got a great big pink cloud made out of Styrofoam and you and Jenifer sit on top of it wearing Wonder-Wear Pink Cloud underwear!" Mrs. Porter informed her with some enthusiasm, taking a box off a nearby chair. "Here it is! Do you like it?"
Ann studied the bra and panty combination unhappily. The two garments together did not contain enough cloth for one decent-sized handkerchief and she hated to let the camera crew see her in this skimpy outfit. Plus she never knew when her church-going husband was going to thumb through a magazine and see her half-naked and staring up at him from the page. Frank hated the idea of her modeling as it was and if he knew that she was going to be photographed with so much of her voluptuous body exposed, he would have a fit!
"Heavens!" she stammered uneasily, holding the panties up to the light. "It's like being naked. These panties are worse than nothing!"
"That's the whole idea, dearie," Mrs. Porter lectured her pompously. "You young girls are supposed to like running around with everything hanging out these days. When I was young, things were a little different, but times have changed. Better get into them, dearie. They could be calling for you any minute now."