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Chapter 4 by bmcalister bmcalister

Does she agree to model or no?

fuck yeah

She had always believed that she had what it took to be a model, but the opportunity never really presented itself. And even if the opportunity did present itself, her traditional, conservative parents would never stand for her being one, having mentioned several times before how absolutely distasteful they found the thought of scantily clad women posing and parading around for the whole world to see.

Not that she cared very much for their opinion anyway. Ever since her parents had discovered that she wasn't the studious type who could score straight As like her elder sister, they had written her off as a failure. With all their love, care and energy devoted to maximizing the potential of elder sister, she had been neglected and left to her own devices as early as when she was in primary school. As expected, her grades fell and fell, which caused her parents to write her off even more -- and so continued the vicious cycle. Even more unfortunately, her parents had an annoying tendency to link good results with higher allowance and better rewards. So while her sister strutted around with the latest gadgets and branded accessories, she always only had the bare necessities. Needless to say, they weren't on very friendly terms.

But her belief that she was model-material remained strong through the years, fuelled ironically by her parents' hatred of it. The spirit of rebellion had always resided strong in her. Now 18 and blessed with full, natural perky breasts that rested on a lean body borne out of her love for running, she had always turned heads whenever she had bothered to dress in something that accentuated her many and ample assets -- which, admittedly, wasn't often at all as her parents would frown upon her "dressing like a slut". It also helped that she had a somewhat shy, innocent deposition that was starkly contrasted with a naturally sultry expression, aided by her luscious, pouty lips and big round eyes.

Her whole outlook, completed with long tresses of wavy black hair, made her look like -- in the words of her best friend -- "a hottie who doesn't know you're a hottie, and needs a life changing experience to bring out the hottie in you." An ex-boyfriend had also told her how she was every boy's fantasy, though she had wondered if he had really meant it, or it was one of those things that guys said to get into a girl's skirt.

Regardless she was thrilled that these men had noticed her out strutting her stuff and had invited her to model... with a twinge in her tight little pussy she took a deep breath and went into her appointment..

How does it go?

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