S-ENF-024 - PIN-UP

Item #: S-ENF-024
Object Designation: Pin-Up

"Fascinating," said Dr. Blithe, taking another shot of Melissa Cifuentes, who looks quite a lot like the actress Melissa Fumero, if she didn't have any clothes on. Which Melissa Fumero presumably does not, some of the time. Maybe even right now!

Melissa pouted, and ran a hand through her long dark hair, tossing her head back as she posed for the camera. It wasn't quite true to say she didn't have any clothes on. She wore long black stockings, and a black lacy garter belt, and black high heels. And a little flouncy see-through black lace skirt thing which was about an inch long and covered nothing.

"Doctor," she protested, "why do I have to do this?"

"Because I have the magic camera that makes you pose for pin-up photos."

"Yes, but what are they for?"

"For? Oh, I'll probably make a calendar or something. Sell it online. The Foundation could always use money for a new coffee machine."

"A calendar?" said Dr. Emilia Lucent, a buxom blonde who looked like a much much hotter version of Scarlett Johannsen. "Really? Doctor, I'm a genius-level scientist! I could be solving the secrets of the universe! All of this is far beneath my dignity."

"Lucky it's not beneath mine," said Dr. Blithe, happily snapping away. Emilia arched her back, biting her lip and peering back over her shoulder in adorable confusion as the camera flashed, immortalizing each demeaning pose. "Melissa, perhaps a sexy spanking?"

"I'd be happy to spank you, doctor."

"I'm afraid that's not quite what I meant." Blithe watched in satisfaction as Melissa's hand came down on Emilia's pert peachy backside, rapidly turning it a splendid shade of pink. "That's right, you and Miss Lucent have quite the hostile relationship, don't you?"

"She thinks she's so much smarter than me!"

"That's because I am! Ow!"

"Why don't you have a pillow fight?" Dr. Blithe operated the camera as Emilia snatched a pillow from the big four-poster bed they were all sitting on, in a very nice hotel room in the South of France, and whacked Melissa with it. Melissa squawked, grabbed another pillow and hit Emilia back. The two girls tumbled over each other, wrestling, pinching and pulling hair, as feathers flew all around the room.

"Excellent," he said, after a while, having let the fight unfold naturally. "Now kiss and make up."