Christie
By Dosman!
November 9, 1999

Another in my series of short stories about women in ASFR situations that
are normal for them.

I wrote a back story for this one because I was getting reports that people
didn't have as much pre information as they would like to have to
understand the story. I think the point is to keep them quick without that
information, but here it is for this one.

Beginning of Back story
The life of a model could sometimes be a difficult one. Never knowing when
your next job would come from, or how you would feed yourself. That could
be one of the leading reasons why models tend not to eat that much.

Christie's story was so much different. She had been lucky. In grade school
she was always the good-looking girl. In high school she was in the
cheerleading squad, and was always part of the in crowd. After she
graduated from high school, she had given some thought to college, and was
even accepted to some. It was in the time before she started college that
her true dream hit her, and she knew she wanted to be a model. With the
huge ego that she had, she always thought she had a great body, and always
thought of herself as a model, but never thought about actually pursuing
it. Then one day it all changed when she was found in a local pizza shop
with some friends. A scout for a local modeling company was out scouting
for girls for a new make-up line, and just happened to find Christie. She
had told her that she had great cheekbones and would do wonders for the
advertising. Christie was instantly interested and almost signed a contract
there on the spot. The led to 3 years of steady modeling jobs from lots of
different firms. She was never out of work, and never had anything to worry
about. And she always had the best men to treat her right.

-----------Screech. Author's note. I know where you think this is going,
and guess what, it isn't going there. I want you to keep reading, but I
want you to know, this is along the lines of my other writings. It will
never be anything more... -----------

Welcome to the present. After 3 years of steady work at random places,
Christie realized she needed to slow down a little. She was becoming over
worked, racing all over the country and the world to her next shoot. She
couldn't take it anymore. Her therapist told her to clam down. That's when
the offer came in. She finally was getting a job to make her relax a
little. It wasn't much. An online web site catering to a very select group
of fetishes was looking for models for a long period of time. Perfect she
thought. The job I always wanted. I can stay in one place for a long time,
and not have to keep moving all around.

---------Whoops, did it again, guess I am leading the way all mainstream
ASFR stories do, well this one isn't going there. Like I said, it's like
all my others. Keep reading...

It didn't take long for Christie to settle into her new job. She actually
quite enjoyed it. The web site catered to individuals who loved to see
women in tight spandex clothes, and pantyhose. It wasn't anything too
weird. They had lots of paying customers, and regular visitors to the site.
Although she wasn't involved in the technical end of things, she had heard
a lot about the success of it.

She didn't mind the work either. The site provided weekly photo sets of the
models getting into and then usually back out of a specific outfit. The
common topics were office wear, gym and workout clothes and dancing outfits
as well as lots of schoolgirl outfits. Sometimes they threw in the
occasional summer dress, or fetish outfit, or even some bizarre special
sci-fi get-up.

Her first couple of days on the job was easy enough. Each day they would
all pick out outfits for the day, and then go to a set, appropriate to the
outfit, then they would put it on in front of the camera, and take it back
off. While they did that video camera taped their every action and
professional photographers snapped pictures of them for the photo shoots.
After the first week the problems began to become apparent. The girls had
been dressing and undressing too quickly for the camera to properly
capture. Instead of nice crisp photos like one would expect, they were
usually fuzzy and the movements made the pictures look bad. Something
needed to happen and quick.

It didn't take too long before someone came up with the answer. It was the
result of a big round table discussion. The photographers attempted to
figure out what was wrong. They decided that in a traditional photo shoot,
the model would momentarily pause so that the photographer can take the
shot. This is done in bikini beach modeling, to fashion catalog modeling.
In the videos it looks like they move, but they stop for the briefest of
instants when they are cued to. It what makes them good models. Christie
was familiar with the technique, she had been modeling for 3 years, but the
other models did not. The other problem was, when you are trying to pull a
sweater over your head, it's just not feasible to do.

It was her idea that propelled them forward. She told them that it was
possible. They could be told to freeze, and that they would just stop where
they were until the photos could be taken and then given a signal to move
again so they could keep going. It solved the big problem. That was that
the models really couldn't tell what the looked like while dressing, but if
someone else was watching and picked out good shots, then it would work OK.

They tried that. It was great. Things went so smoothly after that. The
models made it a point to suddenly become rigid and stiff at the call. It
was a little odd at first for them, staying perfectly stilled, but because
it lasted for such a very brief time, they didn't seem to notice it.
Everything was going great.

Until they decided to stir things up a little. After a year, the web site
was bringing in some big money. Management decided it was time to do
something nice for the models. Without a meeting or discussion, it was
decided to buy a freeze ray type device to help the models hold a position
for the photo shoots. TO the management and the leaders, it seemed like a
great idea. The models however, hated it from day 1. What happened is that
when the photographer wanted to snap a picture of the model in a certain
pose, he would tap a small button conveniently placed on his camera. This
activated the device so that the model was frozen solid for a few seconds.
As soon as the photographer took the shot, the computer-controlled system
released the model from her pose. The system was setup in such a way that
the models realized they were frozen while they were, but forgot as soon as
they were released. This was so that they could continue their motions
undisturbed without a problem. It was an amazing device. Every model wore
when. It was a part of her wardrobe that hid easily behind her ear and was
barely noticeable while the photo shoot was in progress. The models had
disliked it in the beginning because it scared them to think that their
bodies were out of their own control, but after using it for a few weeks
they got used to it. They didn't even notice it after a while because the
freeze and release was almost so sudden that they didn't have time to
respond, and where still thinking about the next step in the clothing to
deal with.

End of Back Story

It was a bright beautiful spring day. Christie couldn't believe how nice it
was. She got into work early, and perky.

"What's on tap for today, Wilma?" she asked the aging secretary? She often
wondered if she would look that good when she was 40.

"Mr. Harrison would like you to do a shoot as a college girl getting ready
for an interview, and then the relief after it is over." Wilma informed
her.

"Sounds easy enough. Sometimes I wished I had gone to college. I would have
had such a great time taunting guys with these looks" she gloated.

"Yes you would have, but you can always go back"

"Yeah, I know, but I won't." Christie knew the money she had now would last
the rest of her life. When she got bored with modeling, god forbid, she
would just retire.

With that Christie strolled down the hall to the wardrobe room. She went
quickly to the business suits and picked out her choice, it was a nice
black number. Matching black suede heels, and a pair of nude hose to
contrast it. Then she had to pick out the prerequisite underwear. She was
told that part of the thrill is seeing her and the models wearing
supportive undergarments. She didn't understand that, as far as she knew
women of the 90's didn't do that anymore. A bra and panties and a girdle
had already been picked out for her. They were also black. Good choice she
realized.

She stripped out of her street clothes, and after donning a robe went out
onto the set.

It was amazing. Although it had been a plain bedroom the day before, it now
looked like a college dorm room. In it was a bunk bed, posters of pop
artists, and banners proclaiming "State College". How generic she thought
to herself. The stacks of thick textbooks and piles of paper reminded her
why she didn't go to school.

She threw the clothes in her hands down on the bed in an intentionally
messy fashion.

As the camera equipment was being setup she took the freeze device out of
her robe pocket and tucked it behind her ear. The thing still slightly
bothered her. She was afraid that people would take advantage of it and
her, but she didn't want to lose a great job, so she didn't say anything.
She slipped her robe off, and planned out the order she would dress in.

Suddenly she realized that she wasn't moving. Then she saw a bright camera
flash in her eyes and her movements started up again. The past moment of
not being able to move was completely erased from her mind. She wouldn't
remember it until she saw the picture of her looking at the bed of clothes
the next day.

"OK Christie, why don't we get started." spoke the producer.

She turned around, scoping out the room. It was her, the photographer, and
the producer. She knew he would be gone in a minute too, they never stuck
around.

"OK" she said as she picked up the panties and slipped them on. Next came
the bra, which went on with ease. The girdle gave her a little more
trouble. Suddenly she decided to forget it. She slipped back off and threw
it in what appeared to be dirty clothes piled on the set. She knew that her
actions were just like real life, and the photographer must have agreed
since she was frozen several times for it. Next she picked up the pantyhose
and stretched them out. She bent over to and slipped her left toe into them
and then froze with the hose at her ankle. She waited for a moment for her
actions to resume knowing that she wouldn't remember them, but it didn't
come. She wanted to look up to see what was going on, when she realized
that she was unable to.

"Damn!" she thought. "What's taking so long?" She couldn't remember ever
being frozen so long, but then again, she couldn't ever remember being
frozen. She heard the producer come onto the set.

"Jim," he said to the photographer, "we're going out for lunch, come on".

"But, what about Christie?" he worried.

"Oh, she'll be fine. She won't even remember being abandoned" Mr. Harrison
consoled.

"WHAT!" screamed Christie mentally. "I don't want to be stuck like this for
an hour while you eat!" she thought, but she couldn't make any attempt to
show her anger. She realized that she wouldn't even remember it happened.

Here she was stuck holding her foot, looking at it, unable to budge, and
they were all going to lunch, and the worst part would be that she wouldn't
remember it happened to complain about when she was released.

So, she sat there, waiting, and waiting, for what seemed like an eternity
for them to come back.

Finally she heard the photographer come in.

"Sorry for making you wait, girl." he spoke to her hunched over form.

Suddenly the camera flashed and Christie finished pulling up her hose and
reached for the dress. It seemed as if she should be angry, but she had no
reason to be, and it was a great day out, she couldn't wait to get out and
enjoy it.

THE END