The Earl's Request to the Birthday Girl

In the privacy of his studio, Lord Kenneth Foskett, also known by the suggestive moniker Wickers, hummed as he prepared his painting tools for the upcoming arrival of his latest model.

As he checked his brushes and set up a blank canvas, the Lord of Cockshoots Hall recalled the previous evening when he approached said model to pose for him.

The Fosketts were already retiring to their respective bedrooms after Angelica’s eighteenth birthday supper when Kenneth held his youngest daughter back before she could leave the table.

“Angelica, my dear,” He smiled down at her. “Was the meal to your liking?”

“Oh, yes, father, thank you for telling Madame Petit to prepare my favorites.” The young girl’s green eyes twinkled as she returned her father’s smile.

Wickers grinned, glad that his daughter was happy. “What about your presents, did you like them?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“The gifts were fine as well, father,” Angelica twirled a strand of her golden hair around her index finger. “But this isn’t why you pulled me aside to talk, is it?”

The Lord of Cockshoots Hall chuckled, it seemed his youngest had inherited his quick thinking. “You’re right, dear, the reason I wanted to talk to you was to ask something of you.”

“Oh?” Angel’s eyebrows raised in surprise. “What is it?”

“I wanted to ask you, Angelica, to pose for me tomorrow afternoon in my studio, what do you think?” Kenneth asked, a hopeful smile crossing his face.

“But why?” The blonde girl retorted.

“Well, darling, it should be obvious, you are one the most beautiful young women I know, and I would be honored to draw you,” Wickers answered with honesty. “Think of it as another birthday present, if you will.”

Angelica was once again surprised, and a bit touched by her father’s compliment. “Thank you, I guess,” She blushed. “You know, as a fellow artist, you’ve always been the artist I admired the most, father. I would be really happy to have a drawing of me done by you.”

Kenneth leaned down and planted a brief kiss on his daughter’s forehead. “It’ll be a pleasure, Angel,” He whispered. “Don’t forget, tomorrow afternoon at my studio.”

“I won’t, don’t you worry.” Angelica smiled widely.

Satisfied with his preparations, Wickers walked over to the window, scratching his short dark beard along the way. His daughter probably was the youngest model he ever had posing for him, a fact that made him reaffirm his vow to convince the young maid, Virtue White, to pose for him someday. Of course, he wanted young Virtue to model for a very different reason than he wanted his dear Angelica.

Two soft knocks on the door snapped him out of his musings, causing him to turn around. “Enter.”

The door opened to allow Angelica to step in. The green-eyed blonde gave her father a small smile as she closed the door behind her. She was wearing an adorable flowery dress and her dainty feet were bare as she treaded over the rugs scattered over the studio’s floor. “I’m not late, am I?”

“Just in time, dear.” Kenneth replied, rolling up his sleeves as he went back to the blank canvas.

“Thanks again for painting me, father,” Angelica said while she walked to stand between her father’s canvas and a very cozy-looking couch. “So, should we begin?”

The Lord of Cockshoots Hall smiled and nodded at his daughter. “Sure, Angel, just sit on that couch behind you and choose a pose of your liking.” He replied, turning around to pick up a brush.

When he turned back to his daughter, Wickers almost dropped the brush at the sight before him. His mouth hung open as Angelica’s dress fell down in a pool around her feet, revealing her nubile, naked young body to her father’s eyes.