Bria prepares for her mystery date

A few days later, Bria Jeurgen trotted up the front path to the house after jogging and was greeted at the front door by Raoul and his friend Rasheed the photographer. Rasheed had a video camera trained on the blonde beauty as she climbed the stairs, wiping her brow and smiling at the older men. Her white sports bra and pink shorts clung tightly to her curves.

"It's time to get ready for your date!" Raoul announced proudly. At first Bria was puzzled until she remembered their arrangement.

"Oh, is it today?" she asked, slightly crestfallen. A cute guy had just asked her out to dinner during the jog. "What's Rasheed doing here?"

"Your date wants to record the preparations," Rasheed advised her. "Come inside and take off those clothes." They led her inside as he filmed every step.

"Uh, okay," she said as they followed her downstairs and into the bathroom. "Who is he?"

"Let's start with some information about you..." Rasheed directed. "Tell your date about yourself."

"My name is Bria Jeurgen, I'm from Norville Minnesota," she said, folding her arms across her chest. "I'm a virgo and an only child, of Swedish and German descent. I'm 18, I was Miss Teen Minnesota. Um, I like swimming, and dancing, and jogging, obviously. I hope to become famous."

"How about those tits, are they real?"

"Yes," she replied quietly as she pulled the tank top up over her head to display her beautiful C-cup breasts. "Real breasts, real blue eyes, real blonde hair." Then she pulled down her shorts to display a tuft of flaxen pubic hair over her tight teenager slit for the camera.

"Get in the shower and tell us what you like in a man," Rasheed instructed the now nude girl.

"A girl like me gets a lot of attention from boys," Bria admitted as she wet her hair under the steaming water. "They try to charm me, coax me, but it leaves me cold." She soaped her body as she considered her next comment. "I like a man who doesn't ask permission, who feels like he's entitled to my body. I feel like a woman when I can serve a man."

"How about older men?" he asked, and Bria nodded approvingly.

"Teenage girls need experience, and older men have it," the blonde explained. "Boys my age don't, unless they really know what they're doing. I'm young, slim, pale, innocent. I don't want a boy the same as me, I want to be with someone who is older, bigger, darker and takes charge." As she spoke, her hand strayed down between her legs.

"Your date is taking charge of you," Raoul announced as he entered the bathroom with a bag of Bria's clothes. "He had some specific ideas about what you can wear and what you can bring, because you won't be coming home tonight."

The blonde turned off the shower, nodding obediently as she glanced back at the camera. "So, who do I get to serve tonight?" she asked meekly.