Scouting for Girls (Mf, reluc) ----------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------- By Ray McCooney Part I Chapter 1: Charlie Newman (Top Shop) My name is Ray McCooney and I love my life. As a fashion photographer and model scout working for Liberty Models, one of the many model agencies springing up in the city of London, I have the power to propel any young girl I meet to fame and fortune. The way women are portrayed in the media, it is not hard to believe that most young girls grow up wishing desperately to be "discovered", to be thrust into the spotlight as the next face. This desperate wish gives me carte blanche access to any girl I deem fit enough to prey upon. Today, I am visiting one of my favourite scouting locations, the clothing megastore, Top Shop, in the heart of central London. Four floors of clothes, where in one day, could be visited by over five thousand teenage girls. That's a large pool to choose from. Now, I see myself as an average looking guy, medium height, and neither well built nor skinny. And being in my mid-twenties means I'm the kind of guy who can drift through a crowded street and not be noticed by many people, let alone pretty girls. But carrying a clipboard and wearing a polo shirt which clearly displays a modelling agency logo, my appeal and attractiveness increases tenfold. I stepped into the shop and scanned the ground floor of the shop. It's the half-term holidays and it's a warm, sunny day so the girls have all come out wearing the skimpiest skirts they could get away with. The women's accessories section covers the ground floor, with a further 2 floors catering for clothes. The shop was wall to wall with young women and teenage girls, all busy looking for the perfect item to impress past, present and future boyfriends. ------------------------------------------------------------------ A group of girls, who all looked no older than 14, walked passed me, eyed me up and giggled. One of the girls, who was dressed extra sluttily in pink hot pants, stopped and gave her best attempt of a pose - pushing her young fleshy breasts out against a struggling tight white vest top. She was oblivious that her lacy bra underneath was doing little to conceal her erect nipples. I smiled as I felt my cock stir. Her tousled long blonde hair framed a pretty face with a nicely pointed nose. She was about five foot five, but her legs, as most girls her age seemed to have, were long and nicely toned. She was a little short to be a model, but perfect for my needs. I approached her, savouring the moment when her scent filled my nostrils - a mixture of youth and perfume. She yelped "Oh my God" to her friends, and jumped in excited anticipation as she realised I was about heading her way. Her skin looked tanned and soft, with a light amount of baby hair on her arms . I could imagine my hands running over her skin already. "What's your name?" I asked leering at her a little. "Charlie Newman", she replied. "Charlie, have you ever considered modelling?" I asked as my eyes scanned her body from head to toe. Her friends buzzed. "Oh my god, yes!!" came her answer. "That's great because I think you could join our agency. How old are you?" I asked making my first move, stroking her arm with the back of my fingers. God, her skin was warm. Supple and smooth. "Fourteen. Fifteen in September." Her enthusiasm checking suddenly. "Oh," I feigned as I pulled back from her a little. I liked playing with my prey. "I'm afraid you're still a little too young. You also need to grow a little bit more too," I added. It took her a moment for this to sink in, her dreams of immediate glory fading fast, "But..." was all she could muster. Her self-confidence had taken a hit, and she was on the back foot. "I'm not sure though..." I continued "You DO have an amazing body." I admired, giving her a glimmer of hope. I turned her around and gave her bum cheeks a gentle squeeze. Soft and firm. My cock was beginning to swell, pushing against my jeans a little. I got a few funny looks from passers-by, but this being London, no one says any word to a stranger without an excellent reason. "I tell you what, I can't really judge with what you're wearing. I need to see versatility." I ran my hands over the small of her back. Her hair smelt amazing. She looked at me with uncertainty. This man, by approaching her, had already raised her social status within her circle of friends. Her mind quickened to the possibilities should she become a model: the attention and the validation she would get at school. She craved this above all else. But if he walks away, she loses it all. "Why don't you model for me a little?" I suggested, grabbing her hand, and led her away from her friends. God! Her hands were soft and my pulse quickened as I felt her soft delicate hands squeeze around mine. I indicated that I wanted her to follow but to leave her friends behind. She dutifully waved her friends "a see you later" as I felt my cock twitch. I led her through a maze of clothes and away from the busy shop floor, towards the customer toilets. "Err.. what are we doing?" she asked. "Well.. you're not allowed more than one person in the changing rooms at a time, and I need to see how your body looks wearing different types of clothes." "Oh." ------------------------------------------------------------------- We quickly entered the disabled toilet and locked the door. I opened my rucksack, pulling out a strapless bikini set, and a short dress. "Here, first put this on," I said handing her the dress. She looked at me apprehensively. "Listen, all models have to get used to changing clothes in front of others. Backstage at a show, there'll be photographers, make-up, journalists, designers... You'll have to be completely comfortable with your body." She nodded slowly. The disabled toilet wasn't small, but standing together with the girl in the room we were barely a few centimetres from each other. The top of her head came up to my chin. She looked and smelt irresistable, I could feel the warmth radiating from her body. I was so close to forcing myself on her right there and then. To my surprise she said, "You know.. if you want to have sex with me, I'm happy to do it with you. I'm old enough to know how this works." I grinned uncontrollably upon hearing these words. Without saying a word, I put the lid down on the toilet bowl, and sat down. I admired the shapely legs in front of me, imagining them wrapped around me and nodded. "Take off your clothes." She slowly lifted up her top revealing a smooth tanned stomach, and then her black lacy bra. Her blonde hair fell down as she removed her top completely. My cock stiffened against the crotch of my jeans. Her breasts were at my eye level, and looked fleshy but pert and firm. Her thin materialled bra did nothing to hide her nipples, which were erect and puffy. She then turned around and unbuttoned her hot pants and then slowly slid them down, revealing a perfect behind that sported a black thong. She turned her head and gave me sultry look - a move no doubt learnt off the Internet. She approached and leaned over me grazing her breasts against my face. I couldn't resist anymore, I let my hands wander from the back of her legs, stroking her smooth skin up to her ass cheeks. I squeezed them roughly as I let my lips running over her firm breasts, hunting desperately for her nipples over the fabric of her thin bra. She murmured as I ran my hands between her legs and rubbed back and forth. Her hair tickled my face as she kissed me hard. Her tongue licking my lips and I could taste the coconut lip balm she had on. She sat on me grinding on my cock through my jeans. No doubt, she had done this many times before. I savoured her young flesh with my lips as my hands roamed her young supple body. My hands quickly freed my cock as I stood up briefly to remove my jeans. My cock was throbbingly big now. I pushed her onto her knees. She shook her head, as I told her to open her mouth. "I've never gone down on someone before," her pretty face pleaded. I hushed her, ran my fingers below her chin, and I steered her pretty face closer. She grimaced but parted her lips a little. I smiled realising that despite her initial actions and persona, she was still inexperienced. I reassured her, "It's alright, I won't tell anyone." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ She relented opening her mouth a little more. I took my opportunity and forcibly stuffed my cock into her mouth. At first her teeth grazed my cock, but they soon parted and her mouth began to moisten up with spit and saliva. I grabbed a handful of her pretty blonde hair to control her head, and began bobbing it up and down on my pole, choking her a little. A groan emitted from my throat as I felt her tongue run along the bottom of my shaft. I grabbed her left hand and told her to play with my balls. She soon got into a rhythm, stroking my cock with her other hand while sucking me off. Her lips looked great as they slid up and down my engorged cock. The realisation that this little princess, who probably enjoyed snubbing boys her age at school,was giving her first ever blowjob to a complete stranger like me, made me nearly spill my load. "Let me see your tongue work," I commanded, clearly enjoying myself. I let my hands run the down her back and unclasped her bra as she continued to work on my cock. There was just the faint hint of a bikini tan line. I ran my hands to her front and squeezed her globes now that they were free. They were the perfect size for each hand. She murmured sending vibrations through my cock as I gently played with her nipples. My head tilted back enjoying the sensations. I was in heaven. Did I mention I was being paid right now? I was assessing the local talent. I stood up and commanded her to suck on my balls and to run her tongue up my shaft. Her pretty face looked great with a mouthful of cock. I felt myself about to unload but I wanted to savour the moment. I lifted her up onto her feet and bent her over the toilet. I pulled her knickers down slowly over her butt cheeks. Her pussy mounds appeared, they looked soft, swollen and covered in fine fuzzy blonde hair. A bit of her juice had stained the thong, as I removed them from her well toned legs. As I parted her cheeks with my hands, the smell of her sex hit me. She looked tight, and her hymen appeared intact. I buried my face in her snatch, savouring the taste of virgin pussy. My tongue flicked naturally at her clit, causing her to wiggle her behind in my face. I stood up and pressed my hard cock against her opening. God she was tight. She was about to stop me but nothing was going to stop me from taking her. I would be her first. I shut her up with, "Think about the envy from your friends when you are part of a model agency." ------------------------------------------------------------------- Her saliva had made my cock glisten but her pussy still gave plenty of resistance as I attempted to enter her further. She let out a muffled gasp, as I pushed harder, sliding more of my cock in. I manoeuvred her around a bit as I forced my way past her virginity. My manhood was now completely submerged inside this delicious young teen - I stopped and savoured the moment. A gentle throbbing could be felt coming from my stiff penis, where every movement or twitch from either one of us is magnified and felt by the other. I then began to fuck her. Her pussy became more welcoming, coating my cock with her juice. Fuck yeah! This girl was tight. I built up a good rhythm, as I pistoned in and out of her, my body slapping against her ass cheeks. I grabbed her hips and began pounding her with long powerful strokes, as she grabbed the toilet system for support. She whimpered softly, her face flushing red. I was soon feeling the urge to come so I pulled her away from the toilet and sat down in her place. She looked at me shyly, as she turned to face me. I pulled her closer so she could straddle me. I detected but did not register immediately that she was holding back tears but I couldn't tell or care if this was due to the pain, the situation or both. As she sank down on my cock, I cupped my mouth over her boobs, flicking her nipples with my tongue. She grasped the hair on the back of my head tightly as she began to bounce up and down on my rigid pole. I grasped her buttocks one in each hand as she squirmed on top of me. We looked great, as her flexible young body writhed next to mine, her tousled blonde hair tickling my face and eyes. I stood up so her legs could wrap around my waist. Her flip flops dropped to the floor as her ankles hooked behind me. She wiggled up and down as her pussy moulded to the shape of my cock. I made a mental note of fucking more 14 year olds - she weighed like a feather. I felt her begin to contract, so I dropped her onto her back on the toilet lid, her legs splayed in the air in either direction. Her legs bucked up and down as I nailed her to the seat. It was frantic fucking. Suddenly, I found myself unloading my cum into her young body for what seemed like an eternity as her cunt began to squeeze me for every drop. Her eyes rolled as her body shuddered reacting to my hot cum splashing her insides. I had wanted to cum in her mouth but alas not today. I sank my cock deeper into her, fine whisps of her light pussy hair nuzzling against mine, as I felt the final drops of cum expel from my balls. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Satisfied, I quickly grabbed my camera and took a few polaroids of her for my collection. "You show great potential," I said, "You are a little short, but you still have time to develop. Give me your number, so that I can check on your progress from time to time. Just get your fair share of protein between now and then." I winked. She smiled weakly as she got dressed. "Listen, I think you have what it takes to be on the agency's books," I lied, "Don't mess it up by telling people what happened here today. It's all part of the industry. You scratch my back, and I'll scratch yours." She nodded and staggered out of the disabled toilet, her legs buckling a little, her hair messy. I was so proud. She had entered a girl but left a woman. I watched her return to her friends from a distance, knowing my spunk was dripping in her loins at that moment. Their excitement suggests that she has told them her good news, but had omitted the details of what happened. I love how girls can be such good liars.