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WARNING! This series is intended for mature audiences only.  You must be
of legal age to read this material in your respective community. If
graphic sexual violence offends you then turn away now.

For everyone else, enjoy the ride. 

The Perfect Model by Mahgirb

Prologue: Jessie answers the ad


The ad simply read, "Models needed for private art/photography studio.
Previous experience not necessary. Good looks and good attitude rewarded
with above average compensation plan. Call 976-____ for appointment."

It was perhaps the best-looking ad that the starving waitress had seen
all day.  Jessie took every Sunday afternoon and read through all the
Los Angeles classifieds.  It was her only free time in the week, and she
used it to dream of a better job, better pay, and a better life.

She was constantly being harassed by the patrons at the diner.  For the
two years since she graduated from high school, she took down their
orders and delivered their food.  All for what?  Dismal pay, long hours,
and hands that smelled of grease at the end of the day.

When she called the number, the receptionist seemed rather vague about
the position, and she asked questions about Jessie's measurements.
Maybe that's just what models have to go through, she thought. Finally,
the receptionist gave Jessie directions on how to get to the
appointment.  

The address alone impressed Jessie: Malibu. And when she wound her
beat-up 86 Cavalier around the hills and into the beaches of Malibu, she
almost couldn't believe she had the right address.

Jessie had been disappointed before, so she was half-expecting the
business address to be one of those nearly condemned downtown Pasadena
offices.  But this was palacial.  The office was actually a home;
moreover it was three times the size of your average house. 

She stopped at the gate and she was questioned by a beefy, no-nonsense
guard.  He looked at his chart and then let her through the iron gates.
The grounds were immaculate. There were sculptures of every size and
style, fountains dancing on either side of the drive, and several ornate
gazebos looking out onto the Ocean.  

As she pulled to a stop, she adjusted her clothes a little, fearing that
these clothes were just too plain-Jane for this interview.  A simple
Spring dress was all she had clean to wear, and these dainty leather
sandals were really her best shoes.  Jessie was feeling understandably
insecure.  

She finally stopped fidgeting with her wardrobe and stepped out of the
car.  She heard a sizzle as she walked past the front, observing green
radiator fluid dripping copiously from the engine. It reminded her that
whatever she thought of herself, whatever the job was, she had nothing
to lose.

Jessie started the long climb up the wide stairs to the front door.
Just as she raised her hand to knock, the door opened and a maid stepped
halfway through.

"We've been expecting you," she said.

Jessie immediately took note of the maid's attire.  Her wardrobe was
that of a French maid, yet more extreme.  More cleavage was noticeable,
and the girl's waist seemed abnormally small.  The black dress did not
even cover the maid's behind.  When the maid turned to guide Jessie, her
ass was virtually uncovered by any clothing, save for the lacy
pantyhose. And examining her further, Jessie was taken aback by the
black shoes the maid was wearing. The heel seemed incredibly high and
thin, more than six inches tall.  

As Jessie was led into the den to wait, she took note of all the
photographs and portraits that lined the walls. Thousands of pictures,
everyone of them depicting women, gorgeous women in various states of
undress. The wall seemed to illustrate an evolution of art, as the
pictures became more disturbing, as the images became more distracting.
Nudes along the beach at sunset evolved into nudes with whip marks lying
in anguish covered with murky water.  

Her examination ended abruptly as a man entered the den. Mr. Blaine
introduced himself and then got down to business.

"What I am seeking is a new live-in model. The position requires someone
with your raw beauty potential to sit for me, to pose for my camera, to
allow me to mold you into your ultimate form. You see, I have several
models already on staff here, but each one has little spark left for me,
no new excitement lights up in their eyes, as they having been posing
for me for so long. 

"Do not misunderstand me, I love all of my pets and I would never think
of abandoning them. Once you come into this house and work for me, you
are always welcome in this house. That is one of the compensations that
the ad speaks of.  

"This is a full-time position make no mistake.  I don't always know when
the mood strikes me, so that is why you must live, and work, here. There
may be some things you are asked to do in a pose that will sound strange
or different, but you will find that putting your trust in me will help
you get through any of these assignments. I promise that you will be
provided for while you are here.  I have the contract already drawn up
if you are prepared to sign."

He held the long form in front of her; the print was so tiny it was
indecipherable, not that Jessie made a point to read any contracts
before signing.

However, something in his rush to have her decide sent chills down her
spine.  She wanted time to think it over.

"Mr. Blaine, it sounds just to good to be true. I mean, I don't even
have any modeling experience and I don't think I am all that pretty
and---"

"Did I fail to mention that the position pays a sum of $1,000 per week,
plus performance bonuses, in addition to your free room and board?"

Jessie's mouth almost dropped to the floor.

"And this contract includes an escape clause if you want to leave at any
time.  And for deciding today, there is this small token of my
appreciation, an incentive cash bonus of $2,000."

He waved the twenty one-hundred-dollar bills in front of her and then
laid them next to the pen on the contract.  Before she could blink, she
picked up the pen and signed her name.  She cradled the money in her
trembling hand and was thinking of all the things she could buy tonight.  

"Welcome home, Jessie.  I know that you are going to find your time here
to be most rewarding."

End of Prologue    


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