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			MODEL SEX SLAVE
			    PART I
			  BY REAVAN	
Diana entered the modeling agency, almost on a lark. At the desk a pretty
brunette, by the name of Miss Jackie Janic, according to the name plate
asked what she wanted.
"
I would like to sign up as a model," she blurted out, smiling nervously.

"Do you have a resume, a photo spread?"

"No"

"Experience?" 

"At the high school only."

"OK," came the disinterested reply, "fill out this application." She sat
down at a desk across the room feeling the brunettes' eyes on her body. It
took her about ten minutes and she returned to the desk.

"I'm finished, what do I do now?"

"OK I need indentification, birth certificate or drivers licence, what ever
you have."

"I have both of those," Diana dug into her purse and produced them. The
brunette wrote down some of the information on her application.
Well, the boss isn't here right now, we'll call you and set up an
interview." Just then a blond  statuesque, full bosomed,  woman walked in.
She was at least  six foot tall and  appeared to be about forty.

"Any calls Jackie?"

"No Marg  but this young lady is here looking for work as a model."

"So, you want to be a model, girl?"

"Oh, yes Ma'am, I really do."
The woman looked her over. 'Not bad,' she thought, 'but definitely not
model material.' Five feet six, 120 pounds, 38- 26- 36. Black Hispanic
descent, very pretty face.' She was an expert on body sizes and hardly ever
wrong. She felt the black girls eyes all over her body. "That was a good
sign, this girl could have real potential. "Come on in, we'll talk." The
brunette handed the application to the lady  who then held the door open for
Diana. She had a good look at Diana's rear end and winked at Jackie as she
closed the door behind her. It was a large office with a desk, large book
shelves full of books and magazines, a couch and some chairs. The walls were
covered with posters and pictures of models. "Sit there on the couch and get
comfy." She sat down at her desk right across from her. Diana tugged on her
short skirt trying not to show too much thigh but with the couch being so
low her panties were probably showing. She crossed her legs when the lady
seemed to focus on her crotch, "Well now lets see, your name is Diana and
you've just turned 18. You are still in high school and finished this
month." She looked into Diana's eyes. "You know you are too short and well
build to fit the ideal models body, of course."

"Oh yes Ma'am, I know that but I thought there were opening for other body
shapes sometimes."

"Well yes that's true but not very many and there is more to it than that
you think, like poise, body structure, personality, persistence, talent, etc."

"Yes ma'am I've read about that. I am willing to work hard and take training
and all that but I can't afford modeling school. I have younger brothers and
sisters and my dad left years ago. It's hard for my mom to cope." 

"OK lets see you walk. Pretend that carpet runner is a runway." Diana got up
and started to walk back and forth on a three foot wide carpet stretching
from one side of the room to the other.  "That skirt your wearing, the
material is too heavy I can't judge whether your proportions are right. Take
it off please." 

"Take it off?"

"I am woman Diana, and a professional, if you want to show me your stuff, do
what I tell you." Her voice had an irritated edge.

"I'm sorry Ma'am I've never had an interview before." She undid her skirt
and slid it down over her sculptured thighs. Bending down she stepped out of
it and picked it up. She stood there looking a bit confused in her cheap
coarse underpants and panty hose.

"Pantyhose is an absolute no no; take them off.  Put it on this chair, in
front of my desk and start showing again. She removed them as she was told
and stepped into her high heels. She continued her walk and after a couple
of times back and forth, she got another order. "I think your proportions
are good but that's terrible looking underwear. This business is about
beauty, Diana. Your clothes are distracting my creative and artistic
judgment. I usually tell recruits to go home and come back with proper
clothing but since I'm very busy and  you probably don't have any, I will
give you a chance now. Take off your clothes." Diana obeyed, bashfully,
afraid not to get another chance. She removed her top, then her bra and
finally her panties, placing each item on the chair. Totally naked, flushed
and embarrassed, she put on her heels again and continued her walk. Marg got
up from her chair and walked around her desk watching Diana's shapely naked
body as she turned around walking away. She sat down on a straight chair at
on end of the carpet, as Diana turned around and walked toward her. She
watched the young girls large firm torpedo shaped breasts, with perky
nipples set in two inch aureoles, bounce, in a gravity defying dance,
beckoning fondling. Diana turned about 3 feet from her, presenting her large
perfectly shaped protruding buttocks, near enough for Marg to touch. Next
time she came back and turned, Marg ordered her to stop. She got up, barely
able to keep her hands of Diana's luscious body. Getting in front of her she
said that, she wasn't moving her hips right. She then put her hands on
Diana's hips and told her to start walking again. As she walked backwards,
pretending to be rotating Diana's  hips, she was actually fondling  her
flesh. "That's it my girl, on the runway you walk with your hips not your
feet." Diana felt like there were electricity going through her body, as
Margs hands touched her skin, guiding her motion. As they walked, their
large breasts  bumped together several times. Diana's knees began to feel
weak, as a strange warm feeling rushed through her veins. Her whole body
felt like it was on fire. Finally she almost fainted, collapsing into Marg's
arms. 

"What's wrong my dear are you sick?"

"I don't know, I just suddenly feel weak like my legs wouldn't carry me." 

"I hope I didn't make you feel bad by touching you, or are you embarrassed
being nude." Marg half carried her to the couch where they sat down, She put
one arm around Diana's shoulder and with the other hand, stroked her stomach
gently.

"Oh no Ma'am, it's funny I was embarrassed at first but after you touched
me, I mean it's strange, like I got all warm inside." Marg knew she had
seduced her and it was only a matter of time before she would be in bed with
this luscious creature. She was now barely able to contain her lusts. She
kissed her forehead gently.

"Oh I'm glad you feel that way because I really think you have something but
you need a lot of personal attention. Have you got a boyfriend dear?"

"No ma'am I'm afraid of boys."

"It's good for your career that you don't but why are you  afraid? There
must be a lot of them after a beautiful girl like you."

"My mom had me before she was 16. I don't want that to happen to me. I want
a career." Marg kissed her again and Diana snuggled in to her embrace. 

"Here, sometimes a little hug helps." She took Diana's hand and placed it on
the back of her own neck. As Diana turned into her embrace, she moved her
right  hand from  Diana's stomach to her hip,  then her buttock, patting it
gently. Marg then sat up a bit and told  Diana's to put her left arm around
her waist. They embraced tightly as Marg kissed her earlobe softly.  

"Don't tell me your still a virgin," she whispered, while stroking and
fondling her large black rear end.

"Yes Ma'am. I never did it, only necking and they won't stop there, so I
don't go out any more. The other girls in school call me a whore though."

"A whore. Why?

"Because they say that I have a whores body."
Margs pussy was getting wet, as she hugged Diana's innocent young body. "Go
slow," she told herself. "Wow! Her husband would go nuts over this one." She
could barely wait to see his face when she would present, her hopefully,
willing naked body and subservient personality to his sexual pleasures. This
was the easiest seduction she had ever experienced; the girl was probably a
nymph. Diana would become their latest  and the most voluptuous sex slave.   

"Well now my dear, we will have to get you trained."

"But how Ma'am, I don't have any money for modeling school?"

"Don't worry I'll train you myself. You can live at my house in return for
doing some housekeeping and cooking. I have another girl there as well; It's
a big house and we need more help."

"Really? You mean that?"

"Yes my dear. We can work on your Modeling career every day when I'm at home
and you can help keep house for me and my husband."

"Your husband?"

"Yes dear, he is a physical health instructor consultant but he is out of
the house most of time."  

"But you want me to train naked?"

"Oh no my Dear, only sometimes during special drills, I have plenty of
pretty clothes to fit you at home. Don't worry, my husband won't bother you.
He is very nice. You'll see." Marg kissed her on the cheek this time and her
hands move from Diana's buttocks  down around her hip to the outside of her
thigh, stroking it.  Diana cuddled up closer as she looked into Margs face a
few inches away. She then put her head on Margs shoulder cooing with pleasure.

"Your so nice to me I really feel so good and warm inside." "Marg lost all
control and moved her hand from the outside of Diana's right thigh to the
inside of her left. She kissed her softly on her full sultry lips. Diana
responded as in a hypnotic trance, breathing deeply, spreading her thighs
unconsciously to Margs probing fingers. Marg slowly massaged her inside
thigh, carefully, moving her fingersup her shapely soft flesh towards the
curly bush. She kissed her earlobe, licking it and then her neck. Diana
lifted her head of her shoulder as Marg kissed her way to her lips. As their
lips met Margs fingers found her clitoris. Diana's gasped and her whole body
trembled as her clit were touched by someone for the first time and her
thighs closed tightly on Margs hand. Her chest heaved rapidly as Margs
tongue explored her mouth as Diana's thighs opened and closed in time with
her breathing. As Marg fingers continued to explored her vagina, she kissed
her way down to her breast, licking and  sucking on one of her  nipples.
That triggered Diana to climax and she shook like a leaf as her body savored
an orgasm. The ultimate human pleasure brought about by her first sexual
encounter.

Marg kissed her lips softly letting her relax and enjoy the rush. She was
breathing rapidly and heavily "Did you enjoy that my dear?"

"Oooooooooooooooh, oooh  yes. Oh yes Ma'am, wha...what's  happening to me?"

"You had an orgasm my dear. Isn't that a great feeling?"

"I. Yes. I mean I don't believe it. It was the greatest feeling I ever had
but what about you Ma'am I didn't do anything to you. Am I not supposed to
do something for you too?"

"Oh you did and you will do it to me later and more, if you want to, that is."

"Oh I do. I will do any thing you want me to."

"That's good to hear and I will teach you many ways of having sexual
pleasure. We will talk about it later, all in good time Diana, sweetheart.
Right now, I want you to get dressed and go home to pick up your things.
Tell your mother that you got a job and that you are moving in with your
boss." She got up and went to her desk picking up Diana's application. She
was not wearing panties and  her juices were running down her left thighs
soaking into the top of her stockings. "Oh yes, You don't live too far from
here. My house is close enough that you can get to school. I'll give you
some money for taxi's and I want you to be at my house by nine o'clock this
evening. OK?"         

"Yes Ma'am I'll be there for sure." Marg walked back to the couch reached
for Diana's hand and helped her up. She kissed her on the lips and cupped
one of her breast, as she patted her soft ass.

"I want you to get dressed right now. I have some business to attend too and 
I'll see you tonite."

"Oh yes Ma'am I will be there."

TO BE CONTINUED

Authors note:
Please remember that my story is pure fiction, at least from my life's
experience. I doubt that there are very many people in this world, who are
willing to submit totally and unquestionably, as some of my characters do.
If you should find someone who has those qualities, please let me know,
(JUST KIDDING).  In your real, life remember, that NO, means simply that:  -
NO -  !!! This applies especially to women ,  who are by nature, sometimes
very persistent.  ;- )   

For constructive criticism send email to:   < Erostory@anon.nymserver.com > 






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