Mommy’s Top Drawer

by Tina Moore

  “Suck,” Alana said, rubbing her swollen nipple over the top of the girl’s lips, smiling as she parted them instinctively and began suckling on the older woman. Alana lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply before she took her camera and started clicking again, making the girl look up at her, her wide eyes asking to be taken, her mouth full like the slut that she was.

  Alana was 33 before she became an internet success. Before then, she had just been another photographer working a crappy day job while she tried to sell her art online. Photography was more than just art for Alana. It was a way to escape the disappointing world around her, where people shielded their true and most pure desires behind stressful jobs and mundane lifestyles. For Alana, the more well-known her art became, the easier it was for her to slip away from that kind of existence and into her world. A world where she could take women with the ferocity, she craved to express and without the guilt of enjoying a new woman when and where she wanted. With a steady stream of high paying clients funding her lifestyle, Alana was not surprised when an email came that offered her access to a successful young entrepreneur. A girl called Rosie. Rosie portrayed everything Alana hated about the world, but Alana had agreed to photograph Rosie after Rosie’s people had said they would pay her to stay in one of the nicest hotels on the Upper East Side. Rosie was beautifully fake, with everything about her either altered or pretend. She was the definition of a millennial and had become famous for doing nothing but marketing herself and her lifestyle with a genius only a narcissist could pull off. Companies now gave her their product to get a mention on her accounts and Alana was to capture Rosie in a series of photos that were to be auctioned off at a charity event. When Rosie’s people had asked her how long it would take Alana to do the series, she had lied and said three weeks. She knew it would take her less than two, but she wasn’t about to let this little attention seeking bitch keep her from enjoying the city. Alana planned to finish the series as fast as she could so that she could spend the rest of her time finding a new muse. That thought excited her. The things she wanted to do to a sweet, young, dependent girl made her cunt drip with anticipation.

  “Oh my god, look at how fantastic this is, this is lit!” Rosie squealed looking at Alana’s page.

  “It’s like, sexy but serious,” Rosie added. Alana just bit her tongue and tried to stay calm as she wondered what it would take to get Rosie to stop talking. She looked at Rosie with her perky tits and whitened teeth and smirked as she imagined smudging her indigo lipstick as she backhanded her across the face making her sparkling eyes water. She also found herself wondering what Rosie’s pussy looked like if everything else she could see had been augmented. I bet it’s perfect; she thought slowly closing the lid of her computer. Rosie pouted and looked at her with puppy dog eyes.

  “If you want me to photograph you like that,” Alana said nodding to her computer, “You’ll have to take your clothes off,” Alana continued. Rosie had selected a series of nude photos, and Alana smiled when Rosie nodded her head as though she had just been asked if she wanted syrup on her waffles. Wow, it’s nothing to her, Alana thought watching Rosie. Today she was only going to do a few test shots to get a feel for the style Rosie wanted and sat back as Rosie began to take her clothes off in front of her. Rosie smiled at Alana as she pulled off her low cut singlet and folded it neatly, placing it down on the coffee table. She kicked off her heels and left them on the floor as she stood up and unbuttoned the top of her skirt.

  “Does this mean I’m your muse?” Rosie said softly, for the first-time showing Alana a more vulnerable side. Rosie unzipped her skirt before tripping on her heels, stumbling backward. Alana involuntarily jumped to her feet and grabbed Rosie, pulling her body to hers and holding it there firmly with her hand grabbing Rosie’s ass and the other snaking up her back holding the back of her head. What Alana didn’t know was that this was the safest Rosie had ever felt, being held in the arms of the older, curvier woman.

  “No, this means that I’m going to photograph all of this," Alana said almost lovingly, matching the softness in Rosie's voice before grabbing the hem of the skirt and pulling it off in one quick motion. Rosie gasped, feeling exposed for the first time in her 22 years and suddenly became shy standing only in her underwear in front of Alana. Letting her go, Alana smiled as the overconfident ball of energy turn into a shy, little girl in front of her eyes.

  “You have to keep going sweetheart, you’re not done yet,” Alana said, finding her seat again and crossing her arms over her chest, enjoying the young girl’s discomfort. Rosie just nodded as she slowly unclipped her black and red lace bra and placed it on top of her singlet, followed by her panties. Alana stood and took Rosie’s hand as she passed, walking the naked girl through her own house and up to her bedroom.

  “This is where you said you wanted it to be done yes?” Alana said to a silently nodding Rosie.

  “Well?” Alana said raising her eyebrow and speaking more commandingly to Rosie, wanting more than just a nod. Alana looked at Rosie like she might devour her with her eyes, making Rosie swallow hard.

  “Yes,” Rosie replied, slightly pulling away from Alana and looking down to the ground.

  “Uh huh sweetie, you're going to have to get used to me seeing you like this, or it’ll be a long three weeks for you. Come on, lay down for me,” Alana said gently laying Rosie down in the position she wanted her in. Going to her wardrobe, Alana smiled as she traced over the girl’s lingerie, stopping when she saw a red lace panty and bra set. Coming back swinging the garments around on her finger, Alana threw them at Rosie.

  “Put that on, I want to see something,” Alana instructed as Rosie began to obey. Alana watched as Rosie dressed, her slender fingers adjusting the panties and pausing, unsure of what Alana wanted from her now. Alana pressed on Rosie’s shoulders, making her lay back down as she got to work.

  “There,” Alana said in satisfaction as she placed a pillow under Rosie. She had positioned her so that she was on her tummy, leaning more to one side. She had taken red lipstick that was on Rosie's sideboard and carefully painted her lips, enjoying how Rosie blushed when Alana had winked at her. Alana had taken out Rosie’s long brown hair and let it fall to its own accord and tilted her head up, making her mouth look ready to be fucked. Alana ran her hands over Rosie’s slender body, taking in her curves.

  “Stay still for me sweetie, I need you to hold that for a little while longer,” Alana said seeing Rosie shift uncomfortably. Alana walked over to the bed and placed additional pillows around Rosie’s hips, enjoying the subtle warmth that came from her thighs, to help support her. Alana felt the all too familiar stirring deep within her as Rosie pressed her head into Alana’s palm when she cupped her face.

  “Good girl,” Alana said lovingly, looking into Rosie’s eyes and stroking her cheek with her thumb, hating that she was getting wet with the control and proximity she had with the untouchable girl.

  Chapter 2

  Alana had two other photo sessions with Rosie and had enjoyed touching Rosie more and more with each shoot. Once Alana had made her sit straddling a pillow so that she could reach between Rosie’s thighs and reposition it. Alana had taken the time to stroke Rosie’s slit gently and felt her clit tingle, watching as Rosie looked away nervously, her face burning red but the wetness being easily felt on Alana’s fingertips. Today, she had laid her on her back and draped a fur blanket over the top of her, having Rosie wrap her arms around her neck as Alana skillfully unhooked her bra. Today Rosie was too shy to strip in front of Alana, and she had begged to be covered. Alana had agreed, helping Rosie take off her bra and panties before bothering to ask if it was alright to do so, happy when Rosie moved so obediently for her. Alana felt herself become more and more drawn to Rosie, her long brown hair always sitting so perfectly and her come fuck me eyes always staring at Alana made her wet with desire.

  “Come here, sweetheart, I want to show you what I’ve done,” Alana said, smiling at Rosie, who grabbed a robe and quickly tied
it in place. She didn’t have her usual arrogance today, and Alana could almost swear she saw Rosie fight back the tears on more than one occasion. Rosie walked over to where Alana was sitting and placed the series of photos in front of her who looked at them carefully. She liked how Alana had captured her, but she knew they wouldn’t sell. Alana had made her look innocent, and that wasn’t what people wanted. They wanted the party girl, the one who dominated and teased the crowds. Rosie looked at her reflection in the photos and bit her bottom lip.

  “They are beautiful, but they aren’t going to work,” she quietly said, making Alana frown.

  “You said you wanted yourself captured in them, I did that,” Alana questioned confused as to why Rosie didn’t like them. Rosie took Alana’s hand, making Alana flinch slightly and look at Rosie in her eyes.

  “You’re the only person who has looked at me like that and been able to see this, and I wish you wouldn’t Alana,” Rosie said tilting her head to the photos on Alana’s screen, making Alana smirk at the compliment.

  “It's not my fault I see past all of this,” Alana said gesturing to Rosie’s body and then looking around the grand room they were sitting in. Rosie looked up and let her eyes roam around the room. The marble floors and gold fixtures reflected the light from the chandelier; the artwork on the walls did nothing to make the room cozier.

  “I need the photos to be more like this,” Rosie said, suddenly switching back to her soulless princess manner. She took out her phone and showed Alana a photo of her wearing a dress, sitting on a motorbike and looking seductively down a camera lens. Alana looked at the photo and looked back at Rosie, who had taken her hand away.

  “You want me to turn you into a little slut?” Alana asked, annoyed that Rosie had put her wall back up. Rosie laughed and got up, starting to walk towards the door.

  “What? That’s what you thought you’d be doing when you first got here, wasn’t it?” Rosie said, leaving the room. Alana watched her as she left and turned back to look at the photo on Rosie’s phone. If she wants to be a slut, I’ll make her a fucking slut, Alana thought putting her laptop with the images of a doe-eyed Rosie in her satchel.

  Alana only needed one shoot to get the images Rosie craved and even then had rushed it, annoyed that Rosie was determined to have the world believe something that wasn’t true.

  “We’re done?” Rosie said, put out that the shoot was so fast, it had been less than an hour when Alana began putting her camera equipment away and tried to hide the smile that crept across her face.

  “Yeah, baby girl, we are,” she replied, looking up at Rosie and brushing her hair out of her eyes. Alana’s loose ponytail allowed her wispy hair to fall out around her face, framing it elegantly. Alana came to sit on the bed she had left Rosie on and bit her bottom lip as she ran her fingers through Rosie’s hair, taking a gamble on the young woman in front of her.

  “I mean, I could stay?” Alana asked imagining how sweet Rosie would look like as her baby. The onesies she could put her in would, Alana guessed, take her less than an hour to get comfortable in. Rosie lifted her head and crawled her way into Alana’s lap much to the excitement of the older woman.

  “You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into sweetheart,” Alana half laughed as she continued to feel Rosie’s naked body against hers. Alana took the blanket that she had used to cover Rosie for the shoot and wrapped it around her as she felt Rosie’s skin turn cold.

  “Such a sweet baby. If I had known you were so sweet I would have tried to meet you earlier,” Alana said knowing that she had to give the girl back but wishing she could take her home and keep her. Alana looked into Rosie’s eyes and saw the baby trying to stay grown up, and Alana knew that their embraced needed to end before Rosie’s heart attached itself to her the way only a little does.

  “Come on, time to get dressed, you’ve got a lot of things to do today sweet baby,” Alana said gently pushing Rosie from her arms and going back to packing up her equipment as Rosie stood and looked blankly at Alana before leaving the room to get dressed.

  Alana spent the next few days editing the photos and was in the middle of editing them when her phone rang. She ignored it, letting it ring out, hoping to finish detailing the motorbike Rosie was sitting on before the end of the day, stopping angrily when her phone rang twice. She didn’t bother to see who was on the other side before she answered.

  “What?!” Alana yelled down the phone, angry to be ripped out of her concentration. Her rage soon turned to concern when she heard Rosie crying on the other end.

  “I’m sorry, I just didn’t know how else to call,” Rosie said, making Alana soften instantly.

  “Hey, what’s happened?” She asked, getting up from her computer and going out to the balcony. Alana lit a cigarette and blew smoke into the night air. She hadn’t realized it was so late until this moment and had to crane her ears to hear Rosie as a police siren rang down the street.

  “There was this meet and greet I had to go to, and I was meeting people and went backstage with one of the interviewers, and he got grabby. He told me that it didn’t matter what I said, that no one would believe me anyway and that he could get me more coverage if I didn’t refuse him,” Rosie said crying into the phone. Alana frowned, she knew she was going to be drawn into Rosie’s world, she knew that having a connection to her would mean she wouldn’t be able to hide from the media like she had been enjoying, but she also knew that she couldn’t deny the feelings she had for the girl.

  “Can you come to my hotel? What did you do about the guy?” Alana asked, walking back inside and looking at the beautiful slut she had on her screen and shook her head.

  “Yeah I can come, I know where you are. I told him to get fucked, but like still, I let him do some stuff before I told him that and like, just yuck,” Rosie said, making Alana smiled at her choice of words.

  “Well, I’ll be waiting for you. Have you eaten?” Alana said hoping she wouldn’t scare Rosie off.

  “It’s Wednesday, I don’t eat on Wednesdays,” Rosie said bluntly.

  “Oh right sorry, I forgot,” Alana said as she began to order a pizza online. Rosie had told her that BBQ chicken with pineapple was her favorite pizza during one of their photo shoots.

  “It’s OK. See you soon; I’m getting in a car now,” Rosie said before quickly hanging up.

  Half an hour later, Alana heard a knock on her hotel door and knew it would either be her pizza or Rosie, laughing when it was both.

  “I've got your order, Miss,” Rosie said, smiling softly at Alana. Alana raised an eyebrow at Rosie who just laughed and pushed past her.

  “Have you got beer? It's past midnight so technically not Wednesday anymore," Rosie said, causing Alana to roll her eyes as she looked in the fridge, pulling out a six-pack.

  “Yum. Did you order this for me?” Rosie asked, closing her eyes and chewing slowly.

  “Maybe,” Alana said opening two beers with her lighter and passing Rosie one.

  “Thanks for this, I know you’ve got work to do. I just wanted to be somewhere; I don’t know,” Rosie said, turning to look at the photos Alana was in the process of completing.

  “Safe?” Alana suggested draping a blanket over Rosie's shoulders. It was the middle of winter, and Rosie only had a light jacket on, thigh-high black suede boots and a short dress. In any other apartment that would have been more than enough, but Alana had turned the heating off, enjoying the cold air on her skin and being able to rug up indoors. Rosie pulled the blanket around her body and shivered as she nodded, looking at Alana with those same doe eyes that Alana had captured only days ago.

  “Well, you’re safe now, baby,” Alana said, taking a slice of pizza and taking off the pineapple, putting it on Rosie’s slice. Rosie looked up at Alana and Alana knew what was coming next.

  “You don’t have to do anything sweetie, I’m not like that guy,” Alana said, stopping Rosie as she went to kiss her.

  “I know you’re not. But I’ve wanted to ki
ss you since I first saw you. Please?” Rosie said, placing her hand on Alana’s thigh. Alana shifted uncomfortably.

  “If you’re going to kiss me, you’ll have to do it like this,” Alana said picking Rosie up swiftly and placing her on her lap, wrapping her arms around her and tilting her back slightly so that Rosie was being cradled in Alana’s arms. She looked down at Rosie and rolled her body over slightly so that Rosie was pressed into Alana’s chest and breathed with relief when she felt Rosie relax in her arms.

  “Shh little one, you’re safe now,” Alana said as she felt Rosie start to cry. Rosie brought her arms up to her chest and gently pushed against Alana trying to get up, but Alana just gripped her tighter.

  “Ugh ugh don’t push Mommy away,” Alana said soothingly, as she looked down into Rosie's eyes tenderly, watching a tear escape as Rosie gave in and melted into the embrace resting her head against Alana's generous breasts in surrender, sucking her thumb as she was rocked.

  “This could easily be seen as sexual harassment Alana. You said you weren’t like that guy,” Rosie said with no real intention of ever calling her out on it.

  “Do you feel harassed? Am I asking you do anything as he did? Or do you feel like you enjoy being cared for the way you need it? The way you dream to be taken cared of? Being in the arms of a Mommy who can see that you’re just a little girl who needs to be looked after,” Sabine replied knowingly, a smug smile spreading across her face as she unbuttoned her blouse, enjoying Rosie’s fingertips tracing over the edge of her bra.

  “You're lucky you read me well,” Rosie whispered, wanting to stop the flood of emotions rushing her body as Alana pulled the top of her bra down and watched as Rosie began nursing instinctively.

  “Ha, you’re the easiest read sweet thing. Come on, tell Mommy what happened, not tonight, but before, from the beginning,” Alana said gently, running her fingers through Rosie's hair and holding it back making her look up at her.