Gina's Long Second

                    Part one of the Medusa Venom series

                                   by WK



The doorbell rang. I quickly checked one last time to make sure everything
was in place, then took a deep breath and opened the front door. Gina
smiled brightly,

"Hi, Bert. Sorry I'm running a bit late, I had a little trouble finding
your place."

"No problem," I replied, "I wasn't really watching the time." This was, in
fact, totally untrue, despite the fact that I was not wearing a watch and
all the other clocks in the house had been carefully hidden, broken, or
left unset. "Please, come in. I'll just get my things. Go ahead and make
yourself comfortable on the couch and I'll be right back."

I went to get my notes from the lab. I had to keep up the pretense of
needing to go over some records from work if I was going to pull this off.
Luckily, Gina didn't know a lot about what I actually did in my research.
She also didn't know I hired her more for her outstanding looks than her
secretarial proficiency, although I must admit she's been doing quite a
good job in both capacities.

"So, should we start with the first quarter accounts?" I asked, peering
intently at the top page as I sat down in the recliner set at a right angle
to the couch.

"Sure, I have them riiiiight here." She replied, rummaging through her sack
and producing a file folder. We talked business for quite a while, luckily
there really was plenty for us to go over. After about an hour we started
moving off toping in our conversation. Setting down my notebook, I smiled
and asked casually, "Would you like something to drink, Gina?"

"Oh, sure, what to you have?" She smiled back. I concentrated on hiding my
relief at her answer as I named off a variety of soft drinks. "Just give me
a Coke, thanks." She decided finally. I went back into the kitchen and
pored her a Coke, then, reaching into the 'fridge again, I added the milky
contents of a beaker into the glass. Returning to the living room I handed
her the spiked drink and returned to my seat. We continued to make small
talk for a while longer, all the while I watched for her sips of the Coke.
After the third sip I started concentrating on sitting rather still, as I
watch her movements closely.

"You know, Bert" She said, crossing her legs and resting the drink in her
lap, "I don't really t..h..i..n..k. t.h.a.." Her voice seemed to grind to a
halt like a record winding down, only much quicker. Her movements were
equally arrested, leaving her staring at me open mouthed, the "t" she was
about to speak almost formed by her tongue. For a moment I froze as well,
memorizing my position, then I quickly slipped my hand behind the chair
cushion and retrieved my watch. Starting the timer, I took a moment to
absorb her state before I rose. Her legs were crossed demurely, dark hose
accentuating her shapely legs and hiking the short skirt to mid thigh. She
held the glass of coke with both hands in her lap, fingers curled around it
delicately. Her head had a slight tilt as she emphasized her words, the
long blond strands of her hair curling over her shoulder.

Pulling myself from such a sight was hard, but I knew my time was short. I
went once more into the bedroom, this time emerging with an armload of
photographic equipment. I set it down on the couch next to Gina and
retrieved the Polaroid. I snapped a few quick shots of her as she sat, from
various angles, and set them on the chair to develop. Setting that aside, I
quickly pushed the entertainment center, the only item against the wall
facing the couch, to one side. I placed a stool there instead, and went
back to the frozen Gina.

I placed the glass on the arm of the couch, and bending over I grabber her
around the waist and picked her up onto my right shoulder. Staggering over
to the stool, I managed to get her into a reasonable sitting position upon
it. Rearranging her hands and closing her open mouth, I proceeded to take
the first of my 35mm pictures. I photographed her from all angles sitting
there, stopping on occasion to adjust her pose. She remained silently
compliant, remaining in whatever position I placed her in.

My next bit of hardware was a partial ring on a pole supported by a stand.
I positioned it next to Gina and proceeded to straighten out her legs.
Taking a fancy to this look, I straightened her arms straight out forward
as well, so that she looked like a doll who's knees and elbows didn't bend
sitting there. I snapped a few shots of this, then finished standing her
up. Moving aside the stool, I attached the stand around her waist so that
she wouldn't fall over.

I began with a basic arms and legs at her side pose, then moved on to more
mannequin like poses. Shifting her left leg forward, and bending her hands
out in front of her waist, fingers curved, I created a perfect window
display. And what a beautiful display she would make. Fine tuning a glassy
stare on her petite features, I clicked away as fast as I could. After a
few more display poses, I started changing things up a bit. Elbows at right
angles, fingers together and straight, I gave her a more dolly or robotic
look. Making her appear to have been stopped mid-stride completed that
photo series.

Boring of the limitations, however attractive, of her skirt and blouse, I
slowly lowered her to the ground. First, I unzipped the front of her skirt
and pulled her blouse from it. Unbuttoning the blouse, I laid it open,
exposing to my delight a frilly green bra. Lowering her skirt revealed a
matching green panty, and I carefully slid the skirt down her silky legs.
Standing her up again to remove the blouse, I was rewarded by a vision of
pure feminine perfection. Reattaching her waist to the stand, I drank in
the smoothness of her creamy skin contrasted with the dark hose and green
underwear. Checking my watch again, I realized I'd better keep moving if I
was going to finish in time.

If posing the beautiful Gina with clothing was ecstasy, then posing her
like this was absolute heaven. I ran her supple form through many of the
same poses as before, now a lingerie mannequin, now a sexy love doll, eyes
open, eyes close, a sultry expression, an emotionless stare, my hands moved
almost as fast as the shutter of my camera, in contrast to my ever patient
subject who never moved unless I bid her so with my hands. Changing to my
sixth roll of film I found I could not keep my eyes off her long enough to
ensure proper loading. I forced my eyes to the task at hand until it was
done and I was free again to continue capturing her from every angle.

Noticing the time, and by great force of will I put down my camera and
began once again disengaging Gina from the stand. This time, though, I
replaced the clothing that so jealously covered her loveliness, being
careful to tuck the blouse in just as it was before. Five minutes, I would
have to hurry.

I removed my equipment and replaced the furniture first, allowing myself
the final pleasure of walking around and over her prone form, staring
pleasantly up at the ceiling. Walking around to her feet, I reached down
and grabbed her wrists, pulling her upper body up into a sitting position.
She was then looking almost right at me, although her absent gaze seemed
more to look through than at. I hefted her again, and replaced her shapely
behind on the couch. Grabbing up my Polaroids, I began to sculpt her back
into her original pose. I recrossed the leg, gliding my hands over the
nylon much more than necessary, and put her hands back in her lap. I formed
the fingers back into their dainty curve and replaced the glass in them.
Moving my attention up, I twisted her shoulders just the right amount, and
inclined the head as she had done in conversation. I even opened her mouth
back into the almost formed "t", and got those silky strands of hair to
fall just right over her shoulder again.

Thirty seconds, I quickly went over the checklist in my mind. Oh, yes, her
watch. I reached over and reset her watch, a tasteful analog with a white
face and silver band, to the time thirty minutes earlier when she had
stopped moving. Returning to my seat, I had just enough time to recall and
recreate my own pose when I heard her speech start to wind up again.

"..a.t..." Suddenly she blinked rapidly, and dropped her chin as if
fainting. Bringing a hand to her forehead, she continued to blink and work
her jaw. "Wow, that was the weirdest thing. I suddenly felt so dizzy, as if
the world somehow jumped and spun for a second." I pretended surprised
concern, although I knew from experience what her reaction would be. I got
up from my chair to comfort her.

"Are you okay, Gina? Can I get you something?"

"No, Bart, thanks. I guess I'm just tired." She started to recover, rubbing
her temple with her free hand. "I guess we'd better call it a night."

"Sure no problem", I returned, relieved she'd blown it off so quickly,
"Just let me know when you'd like to finish."

"Yeah, okay. See you tomorrow?" She said, getting up and gathering her
things off the couch.

"Yeah, tomorrow," I said, thinking of all the pictures I would develop
tomorrow. "Goodnight." She went to the door and with a final smile headed
out for her car. I listened for the car to start and watched her go,
wondering if her car had a clock, and when she would notice her watch was
wrong.

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