Tyrone doesn't say just gives you a time and place

You sit at home with a cold soda in your modest apartment that your parents help you fund, which explains why it's in the nicer side of town with a lot of the modern comfort that others just out of highschool might have, especially when taking in only a waitresses pay check. Although you were basically always at their beck and call, as you couldn't afford to be cut off, which meant either you had to find a better way to make money, or sit and play nice and hope that you parents don't suddenly want more from you, it was bad enough when they made you get the waitress job, something about understanding the value of a dollar, and you knew exactly the value of a dollar, and just how much booze you can get with a fake idea for a great house party.

You are just drying off from the shower as you clean yourself up before putting on any new clothes, as you think back to the audition with Tyrone and his massive cock, and even treated yourself to a little fun with the shower head. Your phone buzzed with the default text tone, which since all your girlfriends and your family have personalized alerts to give you a few seconds warning, you suspected and hoped that it was Tyrone coming through with his offer, and maybe getting enough money to fund your own life, and free yourself to be able to enjoy your teenage years with the partying and fun that you should have, not the blisters and foot ache of waiting tables, you look far too good for that. You open the message from the unrecognised number and see the text from Tyrone.

'Hey Girl

Still thinking of that tight ass pussy, got a time and place for tomorrow, and a request for your cheerleading outfit, we want to see you nice and limber before we demolish your tight white hole with our big black pythons.

The shoot is near the motel where we met today, Meet me outside tomorrow at noon, unless you want to come over to my place, and I can give you a few pointers about being a porn star, so you can be soon rolling in the $$$

Holla back at me

T'

You looked down at the message and smiled as you felt you were one step closer to earning some real money, you figured you could maybe branch out as a model or something, maybe even just bag yourself a decent looking producer or director after a few years of sexy fun. You laugh as you think back to your girlfriends warning you about this crazy audition, well who's laughing now you think as you walk over to your wardrobe and take out your pristine cheerleading uniform.

You know it still fits perfectly, you might not be surrounded by your girlfriends or cheering any more, but you keep yourself in great shape, you look back to the message, as you neatly pack the uniform into a small bag, and wonder if you should go see Tyrone. There's big appeal in getting fucked by his monster cock again, and the pointers might be useful. You eye a pack of condoms at the bottom of your bedside draw as you take out some perfume and a make up bag, you pick them up hesitantly and then look back to the phone.