The next day. She's keen.

She phoned me the next morning. “Hi. My name’s Tracey. You met me in Vincent’s bar last Night? You gave me your card?”

“I remember you Tracey,” I said.

“Well, I’ve thought about it and I would be interested,” she sounded eager.

“Perhaps, I’d better tell you what I normally do,” I said. “I start off taking some shots of you to see how you look. You can’t always tell until you get a model in front of the camera. I won’t just take photos of all of you, I’ll take close ups of your hands and feet, bum, breasts, lips, eyes and hair. One of my girls’s earns a fortune just having her hands shot for nail varnish ads and another from having her bum shot in jeans as she’s got just the right shape. If you look as good as I think you will, then we’ll talk about what deal I’ll offer you. Interested?”

“Oh yes!” she gushed. “Will I get to keep the photos?”

I smiled, was she brighter than I thought? “No, I’m afraid not. If I take you on you sign the right to them away. After all it is what you are being paid for.”

“Okay, “ she said. “I just thought I might show some to my Mum.”

“ Not the ones I’m going to take, you won’t,” I thought. I said, “In my experience it’s best not to tell anyone else about what you’re doing. If for some reason I don’t take you on or the agencies turn you down, then it’s less of a disappointment.” I didn’t want her telling her mother anything. Once I had her on film doing what I planned she wouldn’t tell anyone for pure shame. “When could you come round?”

She was free right away so I sent a taxi to pick her up. When she arrived she looked good. She had obviously put on a lot of make up thinking that would give her the modeling look. It just made her look cheap. What did I care? I like cheap. She was wearing cut off jeans and a man’s white shirt knotted at the front.

I told her to kick off her shoes and sit on the sofa. I got her to fill in a form giving her date of birth, address and height and weight. I then got her to sign a consent form. I told her it was just to agree that she was over eighteen and that she was applying, without obligation to join my agency. The bitch signed it without reading it. Big mistake! The small print read that she consented to be filmed during intimate sex acts and waived all rights or claims over the film.

I got her to kneel on the sofa and took a variety of shots including close ups of her. After a while I said, “Open your shirt.” She didn’t hesitate but unknotted it to reveal firm breasts that curved upwards pleasingly at the tip and lovely dark brown nipples. I shot away happily getting her to pout, put her hands behind her head, take the shirt off all together and to suck on her finger.

“Now slip off your shorts.” Again she did as I said and I snapped away happily at her in the little pink thong she was wearing underneath. After a couple of minutes I told her that we had done enough stills and I wanted to move on to video.

I set under the camera on a tripod in front of the sofa. I sat next to her. “Tracey, you are doing really well.”

“Thanks,” she smiled a toothy smile at me.

“The thing is Tracey, you look great. Your boobs are lovely.” I reached out and gently squeezed one.

“Hey! What are you doing?” She looked indignant.

“Calm down! Listen you’re going to earn a lot of money,” I lied. “ I have an editor of Fashion Week coming to stay this week end. Just do as I say and you’ll be there featured model of the month.” I reached out and squeezed her breast again. She held still as I ran my finger across her nipple which tightened delightfully under my touch. I let my hand drop to her panties and slipped my fingers down through the top feeling her pubes and her mound.

“Stop!” She had her hand on mine. “I didn’t come here for this.” She started to stand.

I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her down. “Listen to me Tracey. I won’t say this twice. This is your one chance to be a model. Do you want to work at Vincent’s for five pounds an hour or as a model for a thousand pounds a day?” I looked her steadily in the eye. “ You won’t get this chance again. Leave if you want to. Or do a few things for me and your feature with Fashion week will be just the start.” I could see she was thinking it over. I nearly had her.

“What do they pay?” she asked guardedly.

“They’re a bit tight,” I said. “About a hundred and twenty an hour for a three or four hour shoot but any new models they use are usually picked up by the nationals, particularly the European magazines." I didn’t know what I was talking about but then neither did she but it sure sounded good.

I slipped my fingers back down the front of her panties and she didn’t resist. My fingers found her pussy lips and I started to fondle them. I dropped my head and took one nipple into my mouth sucking it hard. She gasped. I fingered her enjoying the feel of her wetness as I sucked on her tit. I pulled her knickers down to her ankles and stood to undress. She looked alarmed when she saw my cock. “Please,” she said, “I’ve never done it before.”

“What never”? I asked. She shook her head. “ Have you sucked a cock?”

“No,” she said, “ I was brought up as a Christian.” I don’t know how relevant that was. I’ve known plenty of Christians and I’m sure they do it like the rest of us.

“Come here,” I told her and she came and stood in front of me. “Kneel down”. She hesitated. “ I won’t hurt you.” She knelt as I asked. I was getting such a kick knowing this would all be on film. “Take my cock in your hand, “ I guided her hand onto me and started moving her hand up and down me. “That feels okay doesn’t it?” She nodded and smiled nervously. I let her wank me for a while, “now Tracey, this is my knob,” I said pulling back my foreskin. “I want you to lick it and suck it”. She looked horrified and made as if to bolt. I caught her by her arms. “Come on, “ it’s only a little thing. Think about being a model and the money and the fun you’ll have.” Somewhat reluctantly she let me push her to her knees. She pushed her hair back and tentatively touched my cock with her tongue.

I decided to take it a bit slower and let her take her time. What a slut bitch she really was. Within five minutes she was licking my knob all round and sucking my cock in her mouth. I would have come down her throat but I wanted to make sure I got a chance to fuck her virgin cunt.

“Tracey, I want you to kneel on the sofa,” I moved the camera so it was pointing at her face.

“Are you filming this?” she asked.

I thought about lying but said, “yes, but you can have the tape if you don’t want me to keep it.” She seemed to relax at the thought. I knelt behind her and pushed the tip of my penis into her crack.

“Please, go easy with me!” She squealed.

I put my hands on her shoulders and pulled her slowly onto my cock. God did she moan. I’ve never heard a woman before or since who moaned so much. I started moving in her, fucking her slowly and steadily and she moved with me to meet my thrusts. She was moaning loudly and continuously. As I thrust into her harder she started shouting, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” She was letting her self go. I had one hand on her hip pulling her onto me, and the other under her squeezing her nipple. “Oh yes!” she shouted “ Oh yes!” and I felt her orgasm rip through her. Talk about premature ejaculation! I wasn’t ready to come yet. She collapsed forwards onto the sofa. “Fuck that felt good,” she said.

I was surprised by her sudden loosening up. She turned round and took my cock in her mouth sucking me again. As she sucked my dick I reached down and stroked her breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers. She started wanking me and then said, “please, do me again,” as she lay back spreading her legs open for me. As I lay on top of her she guided my cock into her and pulled me tight to her. She wrapped her legs and arms round me and whispered in my ear. “Fuck me again. Please. Fuck me!”

It drove me fucking wild. I pumped into her like I’ve never fucked before. She was holding my hips and bucking on me moaning and shouting obscenities as my cock rubbed her deep inside. She grabbed my head and started pushing her tongue into my mouth as I felt her vagina start to spasm and another orgasm washed through her. She lay back and we both panted together for a couple of minutes before she said, “one more time, please”.

My cock was still erect and as she touched me I could feel I was close to coming. She sat on me. “Let me ride you,” she said and started to do just that. She pressed her clit against me as she rubbed her self up and down my cock. I lay back enjoying it and squeezing her nipples as she moaned and shook on me. Suddenly she was cuming again, her whole body shaking with the **** of it. I couldn’t stand it any longer. As her orgasm subsided I pulled out of her and kneeling by her head pushed my cock between her lips. She sucked me, holding my cock with one hand and, after a couple of thrusts, my cum was spurting into her mouth. She tried to pull back but I held her head in place and after a second she got the idea and compliantly swallowed everything I gave her.

She was one of the best fucks I had had but I couldn’t deliver on the fashion thing. I managed to palm her off with a blank tape when she left and gave her some bullshit about phoning her with a deal after the weekend. I figured if she came back to protest I could always threaten to send a copy of the real tape to her Christian mother. In the meantime I might try to find a way to string her along a bit longer.