Teaching Millie She's Hot Ch. 03

The copy on the page was as follows:

"WHO IS THIS GIRL?

"One of our readers snapped these photos of an unknown young woman exhibiting her awesome body last week at Chicas Grandes, our favorite beach. We will give $500 to anyone who can give us her name and city of residence and/or put us in touch with her.

"This girl has the prettiest face and the most incredible body we've ever seen. If we can find her, and can convince her to pose for us, we plan to devote an entire issue to her. If anyone out there knows who she is, please call us immediately at 212-555-TITS."

I looked at the picture and wondered.

When I got home, I casually handed the magazine to Millie, who was sitting crosslegged on the couch in her new shortshorts and the "FUCK ME TILL I CRY" T-shirt. She glanced down at it, then did the same doubletake I did.

"Oh, my God!" she squealed in alarm. I watched as she opened it. Her reaction would be--interesting, I thought.

Her big eyes were enormous and her hand was on her open mouth as she stared at the big picture of herself swinging her tits and bumping naked, and the other pictures of her in her obscene, cockteasing bikini. She was gasping, softly repeating, "Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God," over and over again as she stared at herself, displayed stark naked in a jack-off magazine.

I watched in amazement as her hand snaked under her shortshorts and she began to finger her pussy as she stared. "Oh, God, Jeff," she breathed. "I didn't have any clothes on--and now jillions of men are going to see me... Naked... My shaved pussy... My big floppy tits..."

She hissed and threw her head back, her eyes clenched shut and her hand busy in her tiny shorts. She began to shake. "A million men are gonna shoot cum to meeeeee..."

I never saw Millie cum so fast. She stared at her picture with that familiar slit-eyed orgasm face, and she jerked and shuddered and cried out.

I sat down beside her, and she looked at me with an unreadable expression--and then her face twisted and she dissolved in tears, falling into my arms helplessly. I held her as she sobbed uncontrollably, shaking convulsively and gasping and snorting in her anguish.

I thought it was anguish--but when she raised her head, she was smiling.

I was thoroughly confused by then. "Baby, what--why--I don't get it," I said, giving up.

"Jeff," she choked out. "Jeff--you don't understand."

"You're not kidding, baby," I said. "What's going on?"

I handed her a Kleenex, and she took it gratefully, wiped her eyes, and blew her nose. "You know how I've always wanted to be sexy."

"You are. You always were."

"But I didn't know that," she sniffed. "Not till you showed me. But ever since I can remember--the girls I most envied--the girls I most wanted to be like--" She stopped and took a deep, unsteady breath. "--were the girls in those magazines, the ones who were so pretty and sexy they could pose naked so men could jack off to their pictures."

Her face began to twist again. "And now I am one!" She began to cry again, and I held her.

When she calmed down again, I asked, "Millie, honey--did you read what it said on that page?"

She looked at me wide-eyed. "N-no," she said. "What does it say?"

I handed her the magazine again and watched as she read. Her eyes grew bigger and bigger as she read, and her mouth opened wider and wider.

She finally looked up. "They want me to pose for them," she said in a childlike voice. "They want to take naked pictures of me and show me to everybody."

She looked back at the magazine and began to flip through it, looking at the pictures. I could she she was imagining herself in those pictures, those poses. She said nothing, but occasionally gasped or put her fingertips to her mouth when she saw a particularly revealing or lewd pose.

I thought she was horrified--but when she came to the centerfold, she did both, then looked up with a wicked smile. "Look at this one, Jeff," she whispered excitedly. "Look what she's doing."

I looked. The model had one foot up on a chair and the other on the floor, half-squatting with her legs wide open and her pussy brazenly thrust forward. She was leaning back and sucking her own tit, while opening her gleaming-wet pussy with her other hand, pressing it inward to make her obviously erect clit stand out prominently between her fingers.

There was a knowing smirk on her face as she looked into the camera, her lips firmly locked around her nipple--half the size of Millie's, but still huge. Her other tit hung down almost to her navel.

I looked at my wife. Her eyes were sparkling, her color high. "They want me to do that, Jeff! They want me to pose like that!"

"Do you want to?" I asked.

She turned red, and I saw her nipples suddenly spring out, fully hard and erect. She shivered and looked at me in mock fear, trying to look afraid and embarrassed.

"No, Jeff! I'd HATE having to do that! It would be so embarrassing, having to suck my own nipples and hold my wet pussy open and maybe finger myself and cum while some stranger took p-pictures of me! I'd h-HATE it!"

Yeah, right, I thought.

I pointed at the number in the magazine. "Make the call, Millie," I said. "Call them and tell them who you are and tell them you want to show off everything you've got, on the fucking COVER. Do it now."

Millie could hardly push the buttons fast enough.

"Hello, is this--" She looked back at the cover-- "CURVY magazine?"

"I'm the girl on page two of this month's issue."

"That's right."

"Sure, I'll hold."

"Hello. Yes, that's me."

"Millie Wilson."

She giggled. "58 triple H."

"Why, thank you. That's very sweet."

"Yes, I would."

"I'll do anything you want." She looked up at me. "I want to show everything I've got. I want to show off my pussy on your COVER."

"Oh. Well, inside then."

"That sounds like fun. Should I bring my own? I have five."

"Okay. How about sexy costumes?"

"Really? In EVERY picture?"

She giggled again. "I guess I don't need to bring anything then, do I?"

"You're going to PAY me?"

I almost choked on my laughter. Millie was ready to pose for free.

"I don't know. Maybe--"

I leaned down and whispered in her ear: "Ask them to make an offer, then ask for twice that much." She looked at me and nodded, a huge smile on her pretty face.

"Well, what would you pay me?"

"No way. I want TEN thousand."

"Really? Okay, then. What do I do?"

The rest was making arrangements. Millie finally hung up. She was quivering with excitement. "They're going to fly us to New York, Jeff! Whenever we can go! Five-star hotel, all expenses paid, whatever we want!"

"What was all that about what you'd do and costumes?"

She looked down and blushed yet again. "They asked me if I'd masturbate with a dildo. I said I would... And they want me stark naked in every picture, Jeff! Every single one! They said maybe for my next issue--" She giggled-- "they'd want me in costumes, but for this one they want me--he said, 'naked as a baby.'"

She shivered. "I'm going to pose completely bare, Jeff! I'm going to be on every page in nothing but my bare skin!"

"Well, not EVERY page," I said.

"No, every page! He said so! No ads, not even any articles, just an interview with me and my pictures! It's going to be a special issue that'll sell for way more than their regular magazine! But I'll have some pictures in that one, too, and I'll be on the cover of both..."

She finally ran down, and sat and stared at the magazine for a few minutes--a little glazed over, I thought.

"Millie, are you okay?" I asked.

She looked up at me slowly. "Is this really happening?"

"Huh? Of course it is. What do you mean?"

She shook her head. "It's just hard to believe. My whole life, I've been this ugly fat girl, and now I'm--I'm--" She stopped.

"You're what, baby?"

"That guy on the phone said I was going to be the most popular model they've ever had. He said I'm the most beautiful and the hottest and sexiest girl he's ever seen, and he said he's been an editor at CURVY for twenty years, ever since it started. They never did a special issue for just one girl before."

She looked at me with an expression of childlike fear. "Jeff--is this a dream?"

I laughed and hugged her. "No, baby, it's not. It's all real. And in a week or two, you're going to be showing off in front of the cameras in your pretty birthday suit. Any guy with a few bucks in his pocket is going to get to see what I get to see and touch and hold and kiss and fuck every day."

"Is that really okay with you?" she asked timidly. "I know you told me to call because you knew I wanted to."

I laughed. "Are you kidding? I'm going to be known as the luckiest guy in the world! And you know what?"

"What?"

I took her in my arms and kissed her. "I am," I said.