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portfolio. bye."
Ann listened to the click as Latrell hung up. She didn't have a
portfolio yet. She hung up the phone and smiled. She would just have
smile and bat her eyes a little more at the interview and they would be
fools if they didn't hire her.
Ann spent the rest of the day sightseeing and treated herself to a
complete makeover, getting her hair and nails done. She also couldn't
help but run up her credit card a little more at some of the classy
stores on Fifth Ave.
********************
The taxi pulled up to an old warehouse near the docks. Ann got out and
paid the driver, then looked at the decrepit building. She looked at the
address on the card for the third time since the cab pulled up here.
There was no doubt this was the right place.
She walked around to the side of the building and noticed stairs leading
up to a door. She walked up the stairs and knocked. She saw Latrell
through the window and waved at him.
"Ann thanks for coming," said Latrell opening the door and swallowing up
her little hand in his again. "Come on in, I'll show you around and take
you to see Tyrone."
Ann followed Latrell into the building. For the most part it was dirty
and deserted with a few rooms cleaned up. She passed an empty
photography studio and wondered where all the people were. "This isn't
exactly what I expected," she said to the black man.
"We just moved into this building. It'll take us a while to get it up to
speed," said Latrell holding open a door to a small waiting room with an
empty desk.
A tired looking woman came out of a door by the desk. She was only about
thirty, but looked older and she wore a scandelously short skirt and too
much makeup. "Tyrone will see you now," said the same nasally voice that
she had spoken to yesterday.
Latrell nodded and entered the office. The woman had some white yogurt
or pudding dripping out of the corner of her mouth and Ann gestured with
her finger towards her own mouth. The woman understood and her tongue
flickered out and slurped up the white stuff. Ann smiled and followed
Latrell into the room.
This room was the best decorated so far with a garish carpet, a book
case filled with unlabeled video tapes, and a large desk with a computer
on it. A giant black man sat at the desk. He was very black and very
ugly with a broad face, flat nose, and big lips. He was bigger then
Latrell, but not as tall.
"Tyrone this is Ann Dutton," said Latrell.
Tyrone didn't bother getting up and Ann flashed him her most dazzeling
smile and walked over to shake his hand. He didn't hurt her, but he had
the most powerful grip she had ever felt. She felt dwarfed by these two
powerful men.
"Well Miss Dutton," said Tyrone. "Lets see your portfolio."
"I'm sorry, but I don't have one," she said trying to look sweet and sad
at the same time, turning on the charm.
"What, no portfolio. We only deal with professionals here at E&I.
Ann's eyes grew wide. These men weren't as easy to manipulate as the
boys back home. "I'm sorry, I meant that I have a portfolio, but it's
back home in Idaho," she lied, crossing her fingers.
"I'm sorry to hear that Miss Dutton. I prefer to look at a model's
portfolio up front," said Tyrone leaning back in his chair. "I'm afraid
there's no point going on with this interview, short of you modeling
some clothes for us now."
Ann was horrified. She was counting on this job to cover her bills.
"Well Tyrone, I'm very interested in working for a company like E&I and
I'd be willing to model some clothes for you now."
"Ok, I'll give you a shot. Latrell find her a couple of bathing suits to
wear for us."
"You won't be disappointed sir," she said.
Tyrone grunted and turned to his computer.
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apart and put a finger in her cunt ("cunt" being the word she always
prefers). Woody simply wanted to make it blatantly obvious to both of
them just how aroused and wet she was. When his finger came out of her
cunt, it went into Kate's mouth and she made love to it like it was the
very godhead of sexual lust. And this is all it took to turn Kate into
one quivering, screaming orgasm.
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them, and she ran them around her nipples teasing them to erectness.
They quickly popped out their full half-inch, plumping up and turning
red. Ann smiled and pulled the bikini top down again. Her nipples were
clearly visible through the top, and they stretched out the thin
material exposing more of her areola.
********************
"Fuck me, will you look at this slut," said Tyrone watching Ann teasing
her nipples to erectness on the computer screen. "She's your best yet
Latrell."
"Thank you sir," replied Latrell watching the screen over Tyrone's
shoulder.
Tyrone licked his lips at the sight of her big, firm breasts. The top of
the screen over Ann read www.voyeurcam.com/model/dressingroom, a
division of E&I Enterprises. The camera behind the mirror was
state-of-the-art, Ann was crystal clear and in color.
Tyrone Jones, part-time pimp, full time pornographer looked at the
bottom of the screen. 3000 subscribers had tuned in to check out the new
girl, live at her noon tryouts. The other 6000 would check out the best
of voyeurcam at their own leisure.
Tyrone pressed a button on the keyboard and a link appeared on the
screen, with the words: video available, $19.95. He looked over at the
order counter and watched it turn fro 0 to 1, then jump to 10, and it
started climbing from there.
Tyrone looked up when Ann entered the room in the small string bikini.
His long cock dangled outside of his zipper and it began to grow again
at the sight of her. Tyrone didn't want his semen staining his $200 silk
boxers and his cock continued to drip sperm on the carpet long after the
blow job his secretary had given him, adding fresh stains to dozens of
older ones. Now his cock was reversing course, fattening and stiffening
up, until it thunked against the bottom of his desk. Ann passed the
test.
"Even out that tan and you're hired," said Tyrone staring at her
breasts. Clear as the picture on the computer was, they were nothing
compared to seeing the real thing.
"I'll be in the tanning booth within the hour," replied the young woman,
who was blushing furiously as the two black men ogled her body.
Tyrone looked over at the computer screen. Video orders had stagnated at
150. He needed some more shots. "First, I'll want Latrell to take some
pictures for a quick portfolio. We'll take some more when your tan
another day. Congratulations," he said shaking her hand without getting
up from his desk. The young fool seemed thrilled as she left with
Latrell.
"Carol come in here and take some dictation," he yelled to his
secretary, moving his chair back so that his secretary could crawl
between his legs. He looked up at the computer as Carol wrapped her
talented lips around the head of his cock. Ann was back on screen
changing again and the orders were climbing.
********************
Ann spent the following week sightseeing and she joined a gym to keep in
shape. By the end of the week she had an all around tan from going to
the tanning salon every day. The problem was all this cost money and
hers was rapidly disappearing. This city seemed to suck up cash faster
then an Oreck vacuum and she hadn't gotten any calls from E&I yet.
Finally, Ann decided she couldn't wait any longer and dialed E&I's
number. Carol answered the phone. "Hi, this is Ann Dutton. I was
wondering if I'd had any job offers?"
"Sure honey," said Ann's nasally voice, "but they're all nudes and you
checked "no nudes" on the questionnaire."
"Oh really, I didn't know there was that much call for nude modeling,"
she said into the phone.
"We do have an open call for a buxom brunette to do some sexy lingerie
shots, if your interested," said Carol.
Ann wasn't comfortable with the idea, but as she looked around her tiny
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you her friend however, there is a sexual agenda always at work. On one
trip to Woody's distant city, Kate managed to get invited to stay at his
apartment for the three or four days she'd be in town.
At the end of the first day, Kate and Woody were in his living room
relaxing after dinner and a bottle of wine. Kate was sitting alone on the
sofa, and Woody was standing, arm draped across the small bar between the
kitchen and living room. Without any provocation or warning, so 
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take a break.
Late in the afternoon, they broke for lunch. Ann was exhausted and
greedily ate up the cold cuts from a deli tray to restore her energy.
Suzie returned from her break, though she looked dishevelled and even
more exhausted then Ann. She sat Ann in the chair and started applying
new makeup on her.
Ann took a short nap in the chair until the girl nudged her awake and
she walked over to the changing room. Ann grabbed the next outfit
relieved that they were progressively getting skimpier. That way she
didn't have to expend much energy changing any more.
This one was a red bra and panties with white fluff around the edges and
a Santa Claus hat.
She put it on and looked at herself in the mirror Ann didn't recognize
the person looking back a her. The blonde had changed the makeup from
sweet to slutty. She looked beautiful.
Latrell led her into a room with one wall painted with an igloo and a
sign that read, North Pole."
They finished quickly and returned to the bedroom set for the next
couple shots of her in a lacy white garter.
The next one was a valentines day outfit which consisted of crotchless
red panties, some red string running across her belly, and two tiny
heart shaped patches to cover her nipples.
Latrell brought in Mark for some more pictures. He was wearing red
boxers this time and his erection had disappeared, though she could
still see the outline of his impressive cock. Luckily, they didn't have
to get too close to each other.
The next to the last outfit was just a bunch of thin strips across her
body. They covered her nipples but not her areola and they also showed
off large strips of pubic hair. Ann refused to wear this one as it was
too revealing and called out to Suzie to go tell Latrell.
The blonde returned quickly saying, "Latrell says if you don't wear it
we won't get paid by our client, but if it's your pubic hair your
worried about, I can shave you.
Ann couldn't imagine not getting paid for this hard days work and
relented. Without the hair sticking out, it would look just like skin.
She stripped naked and sat on the bench facing the mirror. The blonde
came in with a razor and shaving cream and quickly coated Ann's thick
bush. She plugged in the razor and sat beside Ann, leaning over to shave
her.
Ann watched the girl in the mirror. She could see her wet labia as the
girl started shaving the top of her pubes just under her belly. As the
girl moved lower the vibration from the razor began having an effect on
Ann. She watched more juice coat her labia and her lips parted. When the
razor reached the last bit on the nub, Ann could see her clit swelling
with desire. She stifled a moan relieved that it was finished, but
almost wishing Suzie had kept it up just a little longer.
The girl left and Ann rubbed her bare crotch. It felt smooth and
sensitive to the touch and Ann shivered as her hand ran over it. She
quickly put the ribbons back on, thinking they did look better without
all that ugly hair sticking out.
Latrell took a lot of pictures of that outfit before telling her to meet
him in a different room after putting on the last outfit of the day. Ann
was relieved to see the last one wasn't as revealing. It was more of a
leopard skin bikini. Well the top was anyway. The bottom was actually a
loin cloth that left her ass bare. She liked this look as she felt like
some kind of Jungle queen.
Of course, the next set was painted like a jungle. There were actually
ropes hanging from the ceiling decorated like crude vines. Mark was
walking around in a leopard skin loin cloth. His ass was as impressive
as the rest of him. Hard and tight, his cheeks flexed as he walked.
Latrell put them through several poses. Mark held her like they were
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"Great. Come to the address on the business card at noon and bring your
portfolio. bye."
Ann listened to the click as Latrell hung up. She didn't have a
portfolio yet. She hung up the phone and smiled. She would just have
smile and bat her eyes a little more at the interview and they would be
fools if they didn't hire her.
Ann spent the rest of the day sightseeing and treated herself to a
complete makeover, getting her hair and nails done. She also couldn't
help but run up her credit card a little more at some of the classy
stores on Fifth Ave.
********************
The taxi pulled up to an old warehouse near the docks. Ann got out and
paid the driver, then looked at the decrepit building. She looked at the
address on the card for the third time since the cab pulled up here.
There was no doubt this was the right place.
She walked around to the side of the building and noticed stairs leading
up to a door. She walked up the stairs and knocked. She saw Latrell
through the window and waved at him.
"Ann thanks for coming," said Latrell opening the door and swallowing up
her little hand in his again. "Come on in, I'll show you around and take
you to see Tyrone."
Ann followed Latrell into the building. For the most part it was dirty
and deserted with a few rooms cleaned up. She passed an empty
photography studio and wondered where all the people were. "This isn't
exactly what I expected," she said to the black man.
"We just moved into this building. It'll take us a while to get it up to
speed," said Latrell holding open a door to a small waiting room with an
empty desk.
A tired looking woman came out of a door by the desk. She was only about
thirty, but looked older and she wore a scandelously short skirt and too
much makeup. "Tyrone will see you now," said the same nasally voice that
she had spoken to yesterday.
Latrell nodded and entered the office. The woman had some white yogurt
or pudding dripping out of the corner of her mouth and Ann gestured with
her finger towards her own mouth. The woman understood and her tongue
flickered out and slurped up the white stuff. Ann smiled and followed
Latrell into the room.
This room was the best decorated so far with a garish carpet, a book
case filled with unlabeled video tapes, and a large desk with a computer
on it. A giant black man sat at the desk. He was very black and very
ugly with a broad face, flat nose, and big lips. He was bigger then
Latrell, but not as tall.
"Tyrone this is Ann Dutton," said Latrell.
Tyrone didn't bother getting up and Ann flashed him her most dazzeling
smile and walked over to shake his hand. He didn't hurt her, but he had
the most powerful grip she had ever felt. She felt dwarfed by these two
powerful men.
"Well Miss Dutton," said Tyrone. "Lets see your portfolio."
"I'm sorry, but I don't have one," she said trying to look sweet and sad
at the same time, turning on the charm.
"What, no portfolio. We only deal with professionals here at E&I.
Ann's eyes grew wide. These men weren't as easy to manipulate as the
boys back home. "I'm sorry, I meant that I have a portfolio, but it's
back home in Idaho," she lied, crossing her fingers.
"I'm sorry to hear that Miss Dutton. I prefer to look at a model's
portfolio up front," said Tyrone leaning back in his chair. "I'm afraid
there's no point going on with this interview, short of you modeling
some clothes for us now."
Ann was horrified. She was counting on this job to cover her bills.
"Well Tyrone, I'm very interested in working for a company like E&I and
I'd be willing to model some clothes for you now."
"Ok, I'll give you a shot. Latrell find her a couple of bathing suits to
wear for us."
"You won't be disappointed sir," she said.
Tyrone grunted and turned to his computer.
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Kate never went back to the city where Woody lived. They never saw one
another again. But that didn't stop Kate from pursuing men any chance she
got. And perhaps someday she'll finally seduce that black train conductor
she's been after for nearly two years! Let's all hope he comes to his