Melissa Darby and the Girls Next Door (Mouse and Sara)

[Anonymous Mouse]

Melissa Darby had timed everything just right as she waved goodbye to the black SUV, it's tinted windows hiding the occupants from view so that neither she not her neighbors could tell whether the occupants waved back. Being the only black woman in an all white upper-middle/lower-upper neighborhood made her stand out and she was careful to keep up an air of whitewashed normalcy tinged with a hint of the eccentric. She stood almost six feet tall in her black heels, matching her black pencil skirt and white blouse. She would have looked every bit the business woman she technically was had it not been for the professional grade camera hanging from her neck to rest against her heavy breasts.

The SUV finished pulling away just as another familiar car pulled up to the house next to hers. She resisted the urge to lick her lips as she thought about the unconsciously sexy driver. It wasn't fair at all that someone so oblivious about her appearance should look so damn good. Especially a single mother of two. Just looking at her through the windshield was enough to send a spark of list racing through her belly to dance through her flaccid cock.

If any of her neighbors knew half the secrets she was keeping, Melissa had no doubt she'd be run out of town. Or maybe burned at the stake. But she maintained a careful control over every aspect of her life, of which she intended this particular neighbor to become a part of. Smiling with full lips, she turned her wave upon the now parked car and made her way over with a casual grace that suggested sensuality without breaking the great white taboo of being over the top.

"Howdy neighbor," she said as she approached the car and held up her camera. "I'm in a bit of a bind with a project, one of my models flew off to get married in Brazil at the last minute. Would you mind stepping in to fill her shoes?"

 

[Sweet_Sara]

Sarah just got back from the grocery store, it’s Monday and this is her weekly routine. She is in her early 40’s and daughter of two twins, her husband left them few years ago and she had raised her daughters since then. Sarah has kept herself very well ,she regularly exercise and jog and that enables her to keep herself fit even in this age.


Pulling the car in front of her house, she heard a familiar voice of her neighbor Melissa.Sjhe smiled looking at the black woman which recently shifted to the house next to hers “ Oh, Hello Melissa, shiny morning it is.” She smiled walked towards her when she heard about the lack of models Melissa mentioned, she blushed softly “Oh, I don’t think I would be appropriate for the photo-shoot you are looking for Melissa”

 

[Anonymous Mouse]

“Nonsense,” Melissa said, striding up to Sarah and snatching the grocery bag out of her hand, nestling it into the crook of one arm. The other arm snaked through Sarah’s, linking them elbow to elbow. “You don’t even know what kind of shoot it is. And you’re perfect for it.”

And with that she began marching pulling the woman across the yard, marching her up the sidewalk to her house and through the front door. “Not a word of protest. I won’t take no for an answer. I’m an artist, darling, we understand our muses and don’t try to tell me we don’t.”

The interior of the house appeared perfectly normal and suburban, greys, beiges, and tans making up the predominant color scheme, punctuated by odd pieces of brightly colored modern “art.” Melissa guided them through the kitchen, dropped off the grocery bag and ushered Sarah to the back room where she’d set up her studio out of the guest bedroom. Or rather, one of her studios. But Sarah was nowhere near ready for her primary studio, the one she had secreted away in her basement.

A rack of clothing stood to one side of the room, strung with an assortment of brightly colored dresses and costumes. A grey screen had been set up to cover half the room, providing a neutral background while reflectors to control the quality of light stood like shiny trees. “Alright, let’s start you off simple,” Melissa said, releasing her kidnapped would-be model for the first time. “Pick a dress from the rack. Let’s go with your favorite color. Don’t worry about the makeup, I want to capture your natural beauty, and Hon, there is plenty of that.”