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Subject: {ASSM} The Perfect Blonde (Mf,slut,bimbo,drugs,anal,hum,ws,scat)
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Copyright (c) 2003, H. Grant. All Rights Reserved.

COMMENTS: Warning!  This story involves depictions of an older man
seducing a young female minor.  If this type of story offends you, DO
NOT read it!

STORY CODES: Mf,cheer,Victorian,slut,bimbo,drugs,anal,ws,mild scat

STORY INTRO: Young Sandy is a sweet 16 year old blonde who, despite her
drug addiction, yearns to become a popular model some day.  Enter Frank
Trent - an underground pornographer who has a talent for weeding out
young gullible girls to seduce into his trap of false power, money, and
fame.  He spots young Sandy coming home from cheerleading practice one
day.  The story degenerates from there...



The Perfect Blonde

by H. Grant


	Sandy sat in English class bored out of her mind.  A dreamy yawn
ecaped her mouth as she listened half heartedly to the teacher pouring
over some stupid 16th century poet.  She hated this class.  For one
thing, it was college prep.  This meant more homework and studying than
she was used to. Her mother and step father had pushed her into taking
a harder level course in the hopes of giving her some college
aspirations.  It was her junior year in high school, and this meant
doing the preliminary search for the ideal college she would eventually
attend.

	Sandy was definately not college material.  She was a below average
student who hated doing english, math, history, or science.  Her main
aspirations lay away from brainy work and student related activity.
Instead, her main interests lay in cheerleading and doing drugs - the
latter of which she had somehow managed to keep hidden from her family
and teachers.  Sandy was extremely popular among the boys for obvious
reasons. She had natural platinum blonde hair that hung halfway down
her shoulders. She also had a tremendous set of boobs.  They were size
"C" and borderlining on a "D" - the same as her school grades.  Most
importantly, she was cheerful, giggly, highly impressionable and easily
amuzed and distracted.

	Indeed, these were the traits that outsiders such as Frank Trent
looked for in young girls attending high school.  Frank was an
underground pornographer who was interested in young girls just like
Sandy.  The films he made of girls such as these were in high demand
from his hidden network of business clients.  There were two reasons
for this.  The first was obvious - the age of the girls.  Sixteen year
olds were prime targets for men with these wicked imaginations that
craved these movies.  The second was less obvious - but no less
important.  Frank had tackled a new and budding niche in the
underground porn world - men who craved cheerful "light headed" girls.
Girls who were easily manipulated on camera and exposed for their
mental limitations.  Frank had a hard-on for these types of girls as
well, so it was no surprise that he enjoyed his work.  He made a lot of
money on these movies and he used the funds to buy better - more
sophisticated filming equipment for his lavish studio.  It was a place
in his home mansion which he heavily disguised as a "Fashion Model
Seach" studio.  Frank had many business clients, some of which liked to
sit in on the casting calls and the preliminary filming of such young
starlets.

	Frank had his eye on Sandy from afar.  He had driven by the practice
field many times while the cheerleading squad ran through their dialy
exercises.  He had spent many afternoons watching as the lovely blonde
cunt jumped, bounced, pranced, and did her splits.  He loved watching
her bright pleated skirt rise to expose her girlish, feminine cotton
bloomers underneath.  There were other girls on the squad that Frank
had his eye on as well.  But after doing his homework on Sandy, he had
found that she was dumbest of the bunch.  However, in order to get
aquainted with her, he needed an "in." And it was Sandy's drug
addiction that provided such an ample opportunity.


                           * * * *


	Sandy was walking home after cheerleading practice.  She lived about
three miles away in the poorer section of town.  She smiled to herself
as she thought about all the boys whistling at her from afar on the
practice field. She enjoyed being popular and getting lots of
attention.  In the midst of her joy, she had a craving for a "rock" and
had little money to buy it.  She had begged her mother to give her some
extra "lunch money" for the week but her mom couldn't afford to give
her anymore.  So there she was. Stuck walking home without any hope of
getting a hit for the day.

	Sandy continued walking as the sun was setting.  She had showered in
the girls locker room and changed from her cheerleading uniform back
into her school outfit - a tight pair of jeans that showed off her cute
little ass along with a tight clinging t-shirt with the logo "Princess"
on it that accentuated her massive boobies.  They bounced slightly and
jiggled when she walked despite her bra.  Sandy sighed dreamily and
stared up at the pink and orange sky as the sun was setting.  If only
she had more money.

	The sound of a car pulling up beside her on the sidewalk broke her
limited thoughts.  Sandy turned and saw the shiny red SUV just behind
her. The automatic window slid down and a portly balding man popped his
head out.

	"Need a lift sweetie?" He asked politely.

	"You've got to be kidding." she replied.  "Why would I want a lift
from you?  I don't even know who you are."

	"My name's Mr. Trent.  I'm a fashion model scout." He replied -
deciding to play the "fashion model" card early.

	Sandy's ears perked up when she heard this.  Wow.  A fashion model
scout. Probably from one of those cool magazines she always leafed
through in hopes of stardom.

	"Really?  You're looking for fashion models?" she asked naively with a
slight nervous giggle.

	"Sure am." Frank replied.  "C'mon hop in.  I'll tell you about it on
the way to your house."

	"I...I live in a trailer home sir." Sandy blushed slightly feeling a
bit ashamed.

	"Ah that's no big deal." Replied Frank.  "Fashion stars could come
from anywhere - maybe you'd be interested in a tryout."

	Sandy couldn't believe what she had just heard.  This guy was offering
to give her a shot at a modeling gig.  Something she had dreamed about
since she was eleven.  Today was her lucky day!

	"C'mon hop in.  I promise I won't bite." Said Frank as he looked
around making sure no one was looking or passing by.  The street was
deserted save for a few other detention students that paid them no mind
walking home in the distance.

	"OK." said Sandy giggling nervously.

	She was so excited.  She couldn't believe this was happening.  Sandy
could tell by the SUV that this guy was rich and powerful.  A man who
made important decisions and made things happen in the fashion
industry.  She walked around to the passenger side as the lock clicked
open and hopped in - placing her school bag on the floor between her
lower legs.

	"What's your name little lady?" Asked Frank pretending not to know.

	"Sandy." she giggled nervously.

	"My name's Frank.  But I prefer to be referred to as Mr. Trent by
youngsters such as yourself."

	"Sure Mr. Trent." replied young Sandy knowing full well the importance
of respecting a man in such a powerful and influencial position in the
fashion industry.

	"So Sandy.  If you don't mind me saying so, it would appear you're
from the poor side of town." Said Frank tactfully.

	He was an expert at this.  Making sure to play to a young girl's
insecurities before building them up on false cushions of praise.

	"Yeah.  I guess so." Sandy looked down dejectedly.

	Frank looked over at her briefly - eyeing up her shiny platinum blonde
hair and perky tits.  He noted the "Princess" logo on her shirt.  The
kind of logo that most cheap young girls wore in an attempt to feel
good about themselves.  Most white trash girls wore cheap jewelry and
clothing like this.  It was their only sense of self worth - fake as it
was.  But Frank wasn't interested in enriching the lives of these types
of girls.  He only sought to exploit them.  And girls like the giggly
tart next to him were the easiest to seduce.

	"Don't worry sweetheart, I knew a girl from an inner city slum that
made it all the way to the top.  In fact, she was a runner up for a
Playboy magazine shoot three years ago."

	"Really?" asked Sandy - a dim witted finger pearcing her slutty -
liptstick coated mouth.  "Isn't that like....a nudey magazine or
somethin'?"

	"It sure is dear.  But it's those types of models that make the most
amount of money.  The girl that I'm telling you about, she made $300.00
a day."

	Sandy's mouth nearly fell open agap.  She couldn't believe it.
$300.00 bucks a day!  She had never seen that kind of money in her
entire sixteen year existence.  Her mind drifted slightly to all the
drugs she could buy with that kind of cash.

	"Was she pretty?" asked Sandy tentatively fearing that she might not
make the same grade as the girl Mr. Trent was describing.

	"She sure was darlin'." Replied Frank.  "You wanna know something?
You kind of remind me of her."

	"Really?" gasped Sandy as her heart gave a slight flutter.

	"Yeah.  She looked kinda like you...blonde, sweet, attractive
and...cooperative."

	Frank slipped the word "cooperative" in at great risk.  Either Sandy
would see it as part of the business or an invitation for danger.
Within a few moments, it became clear to Frank that there was no danger
of losing Sandy at all.  She was a dumb as they came.

	"Oh I think I'm all those things Mr. Trent.  I think I could make a
great model." replied Sandy smiling cheerfully at him - a slight giggle
escaping her slutty pink lips.

	"You really think so?" Asked Frank.

	"Sure.  You think you could give me a try?" asked the brainless tart
excitedly.

	"Well, I don't know Sandy." Replied Frank as he turned a corner at her
instruction.  "It takes a lot to become a successful model."

	"Like what?" asked Sandy inquisitively.

	"Well for starters, you have to be open minded, and willing to try
different things." Replied the middle aged man.  "Of course, having
blonde hair is a good start."

	"You really think so?" asked Sandy as she twirled her hair a little to
Frank's perverted delight.

	"Sure." Replied Frank.  "It takes a lot of talent to be a 'natural' in
the business.  I think you're off to a good start Sandy.  You're very
polite and seem quite motivated.  Here's my card.  Why don't you give
me a call?  I'm available most afternoons and evenings."

	"Wow!  Thanks Mr. Trent." replied Sandy excitedly as she exited the
vehicle.  "Thanks for the lift."

	"No problem sweetie.  I hope to hear from you soon."

	"OK." replied Sandy - her heart pounding with a sudden surge of
nervous excitement.

	She watched as the expensive SUV pulled away and drove off into the
distance.  What a break!  This man was going to be her ticket out of
this trailer park dump.  She couldn't wait to tell her friends at
school the next day.

                                 * * * *

	Frank waited patiently the following evening.  He knew he would get
the call.  It was only a matter of hours - or even minutes.  He sat on
the posh leather sofa in his basement office.  The room was quite large
and well lit. It had a simple desk with a black leather "boss's chair"
with fake plaques and credentials framed on the wall behind it - all
designed to add a genuine look to his fake modeling business and trick
stupid young cunts like Sandy.  There was camera equipent off to the
side next to a small table that carried various magazines - some of
which were softcore porn while other contained pictures of scantly clad
girls in bathing suits and bikini's.

	The phone rang.  Frank knew it was her before he even picked it up.

	"Hello this is 'Fashion Search' how can I help you?" Frank stated
sounding professional as ever.

	"(giggle) Hi...it's Sandy!  Remember me?"

	"How could I forget." said Frank playing toward her self esteem.

	"I was wonderin' if you were still interested in seeing me." she
blurted out nervously.

	"Of course I am dear.  Every girl deserves at least a chance." He
replied.  "Are you free this evening?"

	"(giggle) Oh yes I am Mr. Trent.  Whatever time you wanna see
me...(giggle).

	"OK sweetheart.  Well it's 6:30 now.  How about around 8:00 PM you
meet me by the practive field over at your school."

	"Sure!" replied the dumb blonde excitedly.  Should I bring anything?"

	"Yes.  As a matter of fact you can." Replied Frank - his cock
twitching in his pants.  "How about wearing your cheerleading uniform.
I'd like to see how good you are with various outfits and poses.
There's a big market for cheerleading models among other types."

	"OK." replied Sandy excitedly.  "I'm real good at cheerleading."

	"I'll bet you are sweetie.  And I'm sure you're anxious to show me how
motivated you are to become a promising young model."

	"I sure am Mr. Trent.  I promise I'll do my best.  I wanna make a
great first impression."

	"I'm sure you will darlin.' Perhaps if you wore some eye shadow and
red lipstick.  That would certainly get you off to a good start."

	"Sure thing Mr. Trent.  I got plenty of that."

	"OK sweetheart.  I'll see you at eight." replied Frank breathing
heavily. "Don't be late.  Models usually are punctual."

	"I'm sorry Mr. Trent.  What do you mean by 'punctual'?"

	"Don't worry Sandy.  Just be on time OK?

	"Sure thing Mr. Trent.  I'm so excited!" replied the young cunt.

	"I'll bet you are.  We'll see how everything goes."

	Frank hung up the phone.  It was definately turning out to be a good
night for him.  He spent the next hour setting up the various camera
equipment throughout his posh basement studio.  Then he put on his
expensive suit and tie - giving the appearence of a powerful business
executive (which in fact he was given the amount of money he raked in
from his underground videos).  At 7:30 PM, he got in his SUV and sped
off toward the outer suburb where Sandy's high school was.  His cock
never lowered itself for an instant as he envisoned the platimum blonde
tart giggling and being tricked and seduced into doing all sorts of
poses.  He knew he would still have to take things slow with her
though.  As dumb as she was, he still had to come off as being a
professional photographer and business man. Initially the first few
shoots would center around various outfits - from the old fashioned
(extremely feminine) Victorian look, to swim suits and extremely short
shorts.  Other, more trashy and revealing outfits would follow with the
emphasis centering on the most "important" aspects of a young lady -
her boobs, her ass, and her cunt.  Frank knew it would be a good idea
to start Sandy off in her familiar element - cheerleading.  It was
something she felt quite natural and comfortable doing and he might ask
her to do a few provactive things early on in that attire - if for no
other reason than to test her willingness and her cooperation.  There
would be no need for intelligent conversation, and the brief interview
process would make that clear to young Sandy - yet another test to see
if she would be willing to play to the part of herself that was quite
obvious to begin with.

	As Frank turned the corner toward the practive field, he saw the most
gorgious site underneath the bright street lamp.  There stood Sandy in
her cheerleading uniform with the bullhorn emplazened on the front.
Her eyes and lips were done up heavily in makeup giving her the look of
a common blonde tramp.  Her little anklets and knee high socks turning
her into any man's wet dream.  Frank was captivated by the site of her
as he pulled up next to the curb.  He swallowed hard and struggled to
regain his solid composure as the young girl skipped cheerfully around
to the passanger side and hopped in.

	"Hi Sandy.  My...you certainly look marvelous."

	"Thanks Mr. Trent." smiled Sandy batting her precious makeup caked
blue eyes at him.

	"Did you inform your parents about this?" Asked Frank - suddenly aware
that he had forgotten to ask her not to.

	"Nope." replied the young tart.  "I never tell my mom where I'm going.
And my stupid step dad is an asshole.  He just sits around and drinks
all the time."

	*Perfect* Frank thought to himself.  Sandy definately came from the
"right kind" of backround that was the necessary prerequisite to
facilitating the start of a sleazy career in the porn business.

	"I hope you don't mind me asking Sandy.  But do you like drugs?  I
wouldn't mind if you did.  Lots of models take drugs to ease their
nervousness and tension.  You wouldn't lose your opportunity with me if
you admitted that you were."

	"Really?" asked Sandy nervously.  "I wouldn't?"

	"Nope.  Not at all darlin'.  What are you on...dope?"

	"Yeah...kinda..." Sandy replied hesitantly.

	She was quite nervous that he was bating her into admitting it before
letting her go.  In the next few moments, she was quite suprised with
his response.

	"That's not a problem sweetie.  In fact I know just how hard it must
be for you - having very little money and all to support your habit."

	"Yeah....I...I guess so Mr. Trent."

	"You must be craving some right now." Stated Frank - pushing the
envelope of her cooperation that would later be coaxed by her
dependancy.

	"Yeah...kinda." she replied weakly.

	"Well sweetheart, you'll be please to know that I might be able to
help you out with that."

	"Really Mr. Trent?" asked Sandy in a suprised tone.

	"Well let's just say it all depends on how 'open minded' you are about
doing what you are told." Replied Frank.  "Who knows, you could turn
out to be a successful model and make some easy money tonight - of
you're lucky that is."

	"Wow Mr. Trent!  (giggle) You're the best.  I promise I won't tell
anyone."

	"I'm counting on it sweetie.  I'm definately counting on it."

	The SUV sped off into the night carrying what promised to be the
product of a very enjoyable evening for Frank.  The "product" being the
giggling blonde object next to him in the passenger seat - willing to
do whatever it took to become a future star in the business, and more
than willing to make some easy "after school" drug money.

                	   * * * *

	Frank Trent led the gullible young teenybopper down into his basement
studio office.  Her cheerleading uniform was freshly cleaned and
sparkling for her first "audition."

	"Have seat." Said Frank motioning to the wooden oak chair across from
his desk.

	Sandy sat down giggling nervously.  She had never been around such
expensive surroundings before.  The whole high class society routine
seemed so sureal to her.  Never before had she imagined being in such
posh surroundings.  She couldn't stop giggling nervously.

	"You like to giggle don't you Sandy." Said Frank matter of factly.

	"(giggle) Oh I'm...I'm sorry Mr. Trent.  I giggle a lot." replied the
dumb little tart smiling up at him with her makeup laden eyes.

	"That's quite alright Sandy.  In fact this might surprise you, but
models that giggle are much more appealing than models who are brainy
and intelligent.  I don't mean to insult you, but I think you and I
both know that you're not....well...not very bright."

	Sandy lowered her head and blushed.  She knew he was right.

	"Fortunately for you Sandy, modeling does not require a smart girl at
all.  Men enjoy models for their other...shall we say...assets.  So I
think there is plenty of hope for you."

	"Really Mr. Trent?" Please don't tell anybody that I'm not that smart.
I wouldn't want people in your business to know."

	"Quite the contrary Sandy.  The less intelligent you are, the better
off you are in this businiess.  Stated Frank more openly.  "You see, my
clients don't look for intelligence in my models, they look for a
bright smile, cheerfulness, and a willingness to cooperate and do
whatever it takes to be more attractive.  You do want to be more
attractive than you've ever been in your life don't you darling?"

	"Oh yes Mr. Trent.  I really do." replied Sandy.  "What kinds of
models do your clients like?"

	"Well Sandy, stand up and I'll show you." Replied Frank getting
hornier than ever.  "I'm going to run you through some simple basic
paces at first. The only thing that you must remember is cooperation
and obedience.  Those are the keys to being a success as a model.  And,
of course, being the perfect "blonde" doesn't hurt either.  I think you
know by now what I mean by that don't you Sandy?"

	Sandy lowered her head and blushed again.  She began to understand
what this man really wanted from her.  In a way she felt kind of
filthy.  But the promise of money and her need for dope quickly erased
her funny feelings.  She didn't like being "a stupid kind of girl," but
it became quickly apparent to her that unlike other fashion magazines,
the "clients" he referred to actually LIKED "that kind of girl." She
felt weird at first about the whole thing, but she reasoned that all
models went through this type of nervousness and that it was perfectly
natural for girls to be celebrated and admired for their bodies instead
of their minds.

	"OK Sandy.  It's time for you to prove how much you want to be a
model." Said Frank breaking the young blonde's train of limited
thought.  "Stand up please."

	Sandy smiled and stood up.  She wanted to be as cheerful and as
accomodating as possible for this important man.  She could tell by her
vast surroundings that he had lots of money.  His mansion was huge and
filled with lots of expensive stuff.

	"Relax Sandy." Said Frank calmly.  "Why don't you spread out over
there and show me some of your cheerleading paces that you've been
practicing after school."

	Sandy grew excited.  She couldn't wait to show Mr.  Trent how talented
she was.  She moved to the center of the room and turned to face him.
Frank withdrew a small digital camera from his desk and made his way to
the outer part of the large basement where she stood.

	"Go ahead Sandy.  Don't mind me.  I'm just going to take a few
preliminary pictures of you while you're at it.  It will be a good
start to your modeling portfolio." He lied.

	Sandy giggled nervously as she was now being filmed on camera.  Then
she tentatively started her paces.

	First she stretched her skinny arms out to either side of her in a
straight "T" Then brought them in one at a time quickly while keeping
her feet planted together before jumping into the air and reciting a
verbal cheer.  Frank watched and took picture after picture as the
young blonde went through her various dips, twists, and turns.  He
watched intently as she stood with her legs stretched wide apart and
bent over - grabbing her ankles with each of her hands.  Her pleated
skirt rose up revealing a precious pair of pink girlish / feminine
cotton bloomers.  They fit snuggly around her cute little bottom.  To
Frank's disappointment, as soon as she had done this pose she had risen
back up nearly as quickly as she had lowered hereself.  Jumping,
twisting, prancing, and bouncing about showing off her youthful 16 year
old body.  Her snowy white thighs and cotton candy cheeks had sex
appeal written all over them.  After about five minutes, she slowed to
a stop feeling a bit winded.  But only a tad.

	"Well Mr. Trent.  What do ya think?" she asked breathing deeply.

	"Marvelous Sandy.  You're definately a natural." Replied Frank in a
kind tone of voice.

	"You really think so?"

	"Sure.  I think you're off to a good start sweetie.  Now I want to
single out some of the poses you did that I think would look good in a
magazine and maybe add a few helpful hints and expand on them a
little."

	"OK Mr. Trent." replied the cheery blonde regaining her boucy and
bubbly enthuseasum.

	"One of the things I want to impress upon you as a young lady is the
need for respect of authority.  To illustrate that you understand this,
I want you to refer to me as "Mister." from now on.  I hope you
understand. It's all part of the modeling business."

	"Of course." replied Sandy.  "I understand."

	"Now Sandy, I want you to stand up straight with your feet together
and try to touch your elbows to your back....that's a good girl."

	Sandy stood straight up and planted her feet side by side in a locked
position.  The emblazed bullhorn shined brightly in the basement light
as she pressed her elbows backward as far as she could behind her.
Slowly, her massive breasts began to unfold out in front of her -
pressing against the emblazend cheerleading sweater.  Her feminely
garment began to expand like a budding flower and push outward for his
viewing pleasure.

	"Very nice.  Hold that pose Sandy." *CLICK......CLICK
CLICK.....CLICK....*

	The camera clicked away as Sandy stood in the highly compromising
position.  She wondered if she was doing a good job.  She wanted so
much for Mr. Trent to like her and ask her back for another audition.

	"Now Sandy.  Part of being a successful model is being able to show
off your womanly assets in an 'appealing' manner.  Why don't you start
by keeping your elbows locked behind you and leaning forward a little.
Terrific!  Let me get a few shots of this..."

	Sandy leaned forward, but her sweater offered very little in terms of
a view of her bra or cleavage underneath.  Frank was patient however.
He was determined to coax her slowly.

	"Now you can unlock your arms and turn around Sandy.  Very nice.
Spread your legs into a wide "V" again and bend forward as far as you
can.  Part of being an attractive model is sex appeal.  And there's
hardly anything more appealing than giving your audience a bit of a
'panty tease.' I'm sure you would agree..."

	"Yes Mister." replied Sandy as she turned around obediantely and
spread her thighs and knees as far apart as she could.

	Then she leaned forward and grabbed her ankles with each of her hands
- exposing pink cotton bloomer again - this time for a much longer
interval allowing Frank a nice long at her youthful teenage thighs and
the contours of her ass cheeks beneath the skimpy girlish material.

	"Very nice indeed." Said Frank as stepped away to one of his tripod
video cameras and began to get it ready.

	"Now Sandy.  Why don't you be a good girl and put on this Victorian
outfit.  The corset in not very tight, so you don't have to worry about
getting cramps.  I have three different sizes over there in the closet.
 There is a changing room in the back.  Try them all on, but I think
the white one will fit your slender frame the best."

	Sandy was delighted.  She's never worn an outfit like this before.
She'd seen subtle versions of it in bridal magazines.  When she
finished putting it on, she looked like an hour glass.  The corset was
kind of tight despite what Mr.  Trent had said.  The long shiny latex
boots were adorned with 8 inch high heels which made it extremely
uncomforable for her to walk. Even more uncomfortable was the fact the
the corset was low cut and revealed a good portion of fleshy, thick,
teenage cleavage.  It rose up in the middle just enough to cover her
girlie pink arolas and pouting nipples. The lower skirt was pure white
(almost like a wedding dress) and was very wide in circumferance giving
her a very feminine "Cinderella" look.

	When she stepped out into the open studio Frank was astonished by her
teenage beauty.  She looked so young, vibrant, and perfectly feminine
and submissive.  Her latex heels gleemed in the bright studio lights
and her white skirt sparkled.  She would have looked like a classy
victorian woman were it not for the cheap makeup and slutty bright red
lipstick that adorned her trashy cunt of a mouth.

	"Stand over here darling." Said Frank breathing heavily and motioning
to the side of the room where the active camera was.  "That's it.  Now
do a little bit of a twirl on your tip toes - try to make your skirt
rise up so the audience can see your bloomer again.  Good girl Sandy."

	Sandy felt uncomfortable on her feet.  In a strange way, being on her
tiptoes and twirling around actually eased some some of the tension
momentarily.  She spun around as fast as she could, but she couldn't
twirl fast enough to make the skirt rise.  Frank was prepared for this
however, and he withdrew a large fan from the back room.  Plugging it
in, it turned it on and tilted it as low to the ground as possible
facing it upward - a short distance from being beneath her dress.
Sandy twirled again.  This time the wind pushed her skirt right up
revealing her soft pink cotton bloomers again for all the men to see in
the video.

	Frank moved around with another camera on his shoulder capturing every
fine detail of this brainless slut in action.

	"Now lie on that couch over there on your side and face me.  Lean your
head on your hand and twirl your blonde hair with the other." Said
Frank motioning Sandy toward a large leather sofa in another part of
the room.

	Sandy did as she was told and lay sideways on the big couch.  She
rested her head in the palm of her hand and stared up at the bright
lights and camera dreamily - twirling her hair the way old fashioned
dumb blondes used to do in Victorian times.  Women weren't educated
back then, being a naive virgin was practically a requirement for a
girl to get married in those days.  Frank had read a lot about that
period, but it was clear that Sandy knew nothing about the era.  Still,
she didn't have to.  All she had to do was what she was told and she
would look and behave like the classic Victorian bimbo that some of his
clients desired.

	"Now lay on your back and raise your left leg up and rest it on the
crest of the couch sweetheart....perfect."

	Sandy giggled nervously and turned completely onto her back.  Then she
raised her left leg and placed it on the upper crest of the couch.
This motion caused her frosty snow white skirt to rise up - revealing a
hint of her pink cotton bloomer underneath.  The site of her pink
girlie undergarment coupled with the snow white virgin look of the
white Victorian skirt was enough to drive any Victorian fetishest crazy
with lust.  Sandy looked so young, sweet, girlie, and feminine, and yet
so slutty at the same time with all of that cheap whorish makeup on her
stupid young face.  Frank zoomed his camera lens in on the powder white
corset and focused in on Sandy's heavily exposed cleavage.  Her
platinum blonde hair sparkled in the camera light and cascaded down her
chest - enhancing the pink fleshiness of her soft puffy boob cleavage.

	"Keep twirling your hair sweetie...that's a real nice shot....my
goodness you really are a natural beauty..."

	"Thank you Mister." Sandy replied smiling up at him and twirling her
stupid blonde hair.

	"Role your eyes for the audience sweetie...roll them like your
dreaming of wonderland...that's a good lil' girl."

	Sandy rolled her precious blue eyes - all caked with heavy eye shadow
and makeup.  She thought she looked sexy.  What she REALLY looked like
was submissive blonde air-head.  The kind of cunt any man could take
advantage of at almost any time.  She looked dreamy, gentle, and stupid
- the way most Victorian women were taught to be for their gentlman
admirers.

	"Now Sandy, you're cooperating very nicely with this preliminary
process. I think you're ready to take the next step in being the sexy
kind of girl I know you can be.  You want to be sexy and attractive
don't you?"

	"Ummmm yes Mister.  I'll do whatever it takes to become a model...."
sighed Sandy in a dreamy voice.

	"Good girl Sandy.  I think you're going to take a big step in that
direction by lying down with your back to the floor facing the
couch..."

	Sandy did as she was told and removed herself from the couch - making
sure to lie down on the floor in front of it resting on her back.

	"Now place both of your ankles on the couch and spread your sweet
little legs wide open for the camera....what a sweet girl...very nice."

	Sandy raised her ankles about two feet into the air and up onto the
front cushion of the couch making sure to spread her legs as if she
were in some imaginary stirrups.

	"Raise your skirt a little more darling.  Give the audience another
peek at your bloomers."

	Sandy's legs were now completely raised and elevated by the sofa.  Her
thighs were spread wide open.  Her Victorian skirt was now hiked way up
giving her the appearence of a drunken Victorian teenage tramp who had
tried to appear grown up but wound up falling off the couch on her back
- spread wide and ready to have her pink bloomers torn off her and
fingers and cocks jammed into her white trash cunt.

	"Perfect Sandy.  You're such a talented model...perhaps one of the
most cooperative and obedient I have ever had."

	Sandy smiled up at him from her backward positing on the floor.  She
was so excited that he liked her.  More and more she grew more relaxed
with the process.  Soon she would be puddy in his hands.

	After modeling several other outfits - most notably three pairs of
bikini's and some short tattered daisy dukes in very provactive poses,
it was time for Sandy to go home.  Frank drove her back to the corner
near her trailer park and handed her a fifty dollar bill.

	"That's for being so cooperative Sandy.  You're a gorgious blonde with
lots of potential - I hope to see you tomorrow night for another
session."

	"Thank you Mister.  You really think I'm good?"

	"You certainly are sweetie." Replied Frank.  "Tomorrow you will have
an opportunity to make even more money than you made tonight - provided
you continue to be a good model and do as you are told.  I have a
business associate of mine coming over to watch.  I hope you won't
mind."

	"Do you think he'll like me Mister?  I want him to like me the way you
like me." said Sandy in her wishful teenage voice.

	"That all depends on how happy you make him Sandy.  If you smile,
giggle, and cooperate like you did tonight, there's no telling how far
the stars will take you.  Just don't tell anyone about this OK?"

	"OK Mister.  I'll call you tomorrow at the same time."

	"That's my girl.  See you soon."

	Frank drove off and smiled to himself.  Dumb little Sandy was
definatately going to become a popular model all right - for all the
wrong reasons.

                            * * * *

	The next day in school, Sandy broke her fifty dollar bill during her
lunch hour and met with her dealer in a private area of the woods.  She
bought a decent supply of cocain and left quickly to return to her
classes before her break concluded.  After taking a tiny snort like the
white trash pig that she was, she became extremely excited about her
modeling opportunity with this new aquaintence of hers - Mr. Trent.  He
seemed to really care about her and she would do almost anything to
stay in his good graces.  Sandy knew that there would be another man in
the "studio" watching her model, but the combination of drugs in her
system and the deep anticipation of becoming a real star and dropping
out of school for good clouded her judgement.  So what if there was
going to be another man, no one would know about it.  It wasn't like
she had told anybody - least of all her stupid teachers or parents.  It
was hard not telling her friends on the cheerleading squad though.
Sandy liked to recieve attention and she loved to brag.  However she
understood what Mr. Trent meant when he told her not to tell anybody.
She was only 16, and he obviously didn't want to get either of them
into trouble.  It made sense to her and so she said nothing.

	That evening, Sandy dressed in a poor white trash outfit.  She wore a
pair of cutoff daisy-dukes that were ripped and torn at the base.  They
were also a size too short for her - which revealed some of her
precious soft white ass cheeks.  Her soft white bottom looked round and
firm in the mirror - begging to be touched, massaged, and explored.
Sandy smiled to herself as she look at herself in the mirror.  She knew
what Mr. Trent liked in a young girl and she was more than willing to
give it to him.  She also wore a trashy looking cherry red cutoff top -
which was extremely short because it was nearly three years old and
Sandy and done some growing since she was thirteen.  She wore no bra
for this occasion, and her luscious boobs were clearly outlined and the
bottom portions of her soft white globes were plainly visible to the
naked eye.

	Sandy finished applying a heavy dose of cherry red lipstick to match
her trashy cutoff top and her deep black eyeliner and mascara - which
had also been applied in heavy doses.  After taking a big snort of coke
from her private stash under her small bed, she hurried downstairs and
snuck out the door before her mother could ask stupid questions.  It
was a long walk, but she quickly made it to the practice field at
school and waited anxiously for Mr. Trent's familiar SUV to pull up by
the curb.  Like clockwork, Mr.  Trent arrived with someone else in tow.
 It must have been the other "gentleman" that he had mentioned to her
the other night.  Sandy liked admirers and so she didn't mind.  She got
a good look at him before she was instructed to get in the back seat.
The man was young and handsome and seemed very well built from the
limited view she could see.  Sandy felt herself becoming slightly
attracted to him - and her stupid lil' cunny became moist and damp as
she imagined doing some "sexy" modeling for him.

	The men said very little to her during their trip back to Mr. Trent's
studio basement.  They exchanged small talk amongst one another and
occasionally glared at Sandy in the rear view mirror.  They weren't
looking at her face - rather her slutty looking outfit and jiggling
boobs which bounced slightly every time the SUV hit a bump in the road.
 Sandy didn't mind.  She liked being admired and wanted to become a
famous model some day. This was just the starting point - or so she
thought.

	Once inside Mr. Trent's establishment, Sandy was led back down to the
basement.  Mr. Trent led the way while the stranger followed behind
her. She was led into the main area which was surrounded by even more
cameras than before.

	"Should I change Mister?" asked Sandy innocently - remembering how Mr.
Trent wanted to be called "Mister" at all times.

	"I think we will start with what you're wearing sweetie.  I can see
that you're learning what kind of model we're looking for in a girl
like you." Replied Mr. Trent eyeing her body all over again.

	Mr. Trent hadn't bothered to introduce the stranger to Sandy.  Though
this made her slightly uncomfortable, she assumed that annonymity was
part of "the business" and so she didn't think much of it.  The cocaine
she had taken before she had left her house was now in full effect and
her worries had already begun to desolve in front of the two men.  The
stranger's name was Mr. Dodson.  He was a wealthy business esecutive
from New York who had come to see the session.  He was a close friend
of Mr. Trent's and shared many of the same sexual interests and
deviencies.  He could see that this stupid blonde was getting high as a
kite and he eyed her worthless body with evil admiration and
anticipation.  Sandy's daisy dukes already had a damp wet spot growing
at the crotch - a clear indication that she was creaming herself in
front of them.

	"Stand up on the center table Sandy.  Do a little white trash dance
for us." said Mr. Trent.  "I hope you don't mind if we degrade you a
little Sandy.  Just remember, if you behave yourself and do as you're
told, you'll make twice the amount of money you made the last time."

	Sandy only had to hear the word money once before she made up her
mind. So what if they degraded her.  No one else would know about it
and besides, she liked the idea of earning $100 dollars this time
around.  She made her way toward the center table and began to climb
onto it.

	"Slowly dear....slowly.  Mr. Dodson and I want to see some seduction
first." Chimed Mr. Trent.  "Crawl up on your hands and knees and wiggle
your stupid little ass for us.  We want to have a nice view of your
bottom."

	Sandy obeyed.  Despite her drug haze, Mr. Trent's words had stung her
a little bit.  The words "stupid" and "white trash" began to resound in
her mind like a broken record.  And slowly it dawned on her that
despite the money she would soon be making, she was clearly being used
for their perverse enjoyment.  She crawled up onto the table slowly
making sure to stick her bottom out seductively.  She gave it a slight
wiggle and sway - back and forth in a slow and deliberate manner -
providing her audience with an open invitation toward various "anal"
perversions.

	Mr. Trent turned to Mr. Dodson and winked.  This young teen was indeed
a keeper.  Mr. Dodson watched with evil lust as the sleazy blonde stood
up on the center table and began swaying her hips.  Mr. Trent moved to
a small sterio at the corner of the room and turned on some rythmic
dance music - all instrumental of course.  The two men both grabbed
some chairs and resumed their attention on the dumb blonde as she
gently swayed her hips to the music.  She was still fully clothed at
first, and had to be prodded by Mr. Trent to remove her top.  She wore
no bra, and her soft round boobs bounced seductively up and down for
the two men.  Her soft pouty nipples looked so fleshy, pink, and
inviting and she was instructed to squeeze and pinch them for Mr.
Dodson.

	Mr. Trent withdrew a small digital camera and began filming her
routine.

	"Now turn around and try to touch your toes.  C'mon honey.  It
shouldn't be a problem being the flexible cheerleader that you are."

	Sandy turned around exposing her daisy duke covered ass to the camera.
Then she bent over with little difficulty and touched her toes.  Her
bottom stuck out and the men could see some of the dampness in her
lower crotch area.  This young cunt was definately enjoying herself.

	"Pull your jeans down a little darling...give us a nice tease." said
Mr. Trent firmly as the music continued to blare in the backround.

	Sandy stood up briefly to unbutton her daisy dukes.  It was at this
moment that she became aware that she had creamed her white trash
panties. Her face turned crimson red as she realized that the men had
probably seen this already and assumed that she had peed herself.
Blushing uncontrollably she tried to maintain her rythem with the music
while she unbuttoned her jeans.  She kept her back to the camera and
bent over again making sure to peel her slutty jeans half way down her
soft white bottom. It was the perfect "peek-a-boo" routine and the two
men were eating it up like lustful animals.  Mr. Trent and Mr. Dodson
thoroughly enjoyed the site of the young teenybopper bending over with
her jeans and panties exposing nearly half of her ass crack to the
camera.  It looked soft, spungy, and fleshy - just like the soft white
tissue that comprised her stupid little brain.

	"A little more dear.  Show us a little more won't you?" Said Mr. Trent
as he zoomed in on her bottom.

	It was clear to Sandy where this was heading.  These two men wanted
more than just a view of her ass crack.  They wanted to see what was
INSIDE!  Blushing even more, Sandy did as she was told.  No amount of
drug influence could hide her embarassment now.

	"A little more dear, and show your face to the camera.  I'm sure your
future audience would like to place a face with the bottom.  Not that
your face is the more important of the two, it's just that some men
like to see a young girl blush when she pulls her pants down.  That's
it dear...show more of your hiney to us."

	Sandy was still bent over as she turned her head to the side and
stared back behind her.  Her blushing face could clearly see the two
men behind her snapping pictures and using the video camera.  Slowly
and reluctantly she hitched each of her thumbs to the sides of her
trashy daisy dukes and began to pull them down further - exposing her
entire ass crack for their perverse viewing pleasure.

	"Reach behind you and squeeze your cheeks sweetie - men really like
that." Added Mr. Trent.

	Sandy reached behind her with both hands and grasped her soft fleshy
ass globes.  The combination of drugs and music helped to relax her a
little as she began to focus on the attention she was getting.  Sandy
thought she was being admired - albeit in a perverse kind of way.  But
none the less, it was clear to her that she was the center of attention
- a feeling she always craved at school.

	"That's it Sandy...squeeze your bottom and sway your stupid little
hips for us.  See Mr. Dodson?  These young cunts are all the same.
They'll do anything for money and attention.  Though I think Sandy is
even more special.  As you can probably already tell - she's a drug
addict."

	Mr. Dodson nodded in agreement and finally spoke.

	"Indeed she is.  This is a good thing.  Drug addiction tends to make
young girls more...open minded and cooperative."

	"I agree." Replied Mr. Trent.  "I think Sandy will be agreeable to
almost anything...for the right price of course."

	Sandy continued swaying her hips and squeezing her buttocks for the
two perverts.  Then came the next command from Mr. Trent.

	"Spread your bottom sweetheart.  Show us the stupid little treasure
you have inside...c'mon sweetie no one will know about this except for
us."

	Sandy swallowed hard and blushed again.  This was so embarrasing.  If
it wasn't for her drug addiction she wouldn't need his stupid money.
But she needed cocaine!  She needed it so badly everyday.  She had no
choice!

	Sandy stopped swaying her bottom back and forth and held still briefly
- getting a nice grip on each of her precious teenybopper cheeks.  Then
she slowly pulled them open - like a sweet young Christmas present for
the two executives.  Slowly, her soft white cheeks began to part -
exposing her dark brown crinckly anus.  Mr. Dodson smiled and nodded
his head.  He had seen many buttholes in his time, but Sandy's was
definately an instrument of lust.  Some girls had small pink puckered
holes.  Others had hairy ones.  And some girls you could barely tell
they had an anus.  But Sandy had the perfect brown anal ring.  It was
quite expanded - like a soft brown target.  It budded open like a
smelly little flower in bloom.  Mr. Trent preferred Sandy's dark musky
anal ring as well.  It was very brown in appearence and texture -
giving the obvious hint of soft girlie poop that probably dwelled
within.

	Mr. Dodson picked up his digital camera once again and began snapping
picture after picture of Sandy's soft dirty anal bud.  Mr. Trent was
videotaping Sandy's crimson colored face - the look of extreme
embarrasment was clearly evident and his dick twiched uncontrollably in
his trousers at the site of her shame and lack of dignity.

	"I know this is hard for you Sandy dear.  But smile for the camera.
Try to think of all the money you will make if you cooperate with us
like a good girl."

	Sandy smiled for Mr. Trent.  He was right.  She was going to make lots
of money doing "things" for him.  All she had to do was smile and obey,
soon she would be used to it and it wouldn't be so hard.  She couldn't
wait for her next "snort" of coke.

	"You have such a beautiful little ass hole darlin'" Continued Mr.
Trent. "Why don't you show us how much YOU enjoy it dear.  Play with
your butthole a little bit.  I'm sure the men will appreciate it."

	Sandy tried to smile as best she could.  The strain was evident on her
pretty teen face.  Her platinum blonde hair glistened brightly in the
light as it hung draped around the sides of her blushing pink cheeks.
The music continued it's thumping rythem, but Sandy was no longer
dancing.  She was beyond that now.  Now she was being turned into
nothing but a "trailer whore." Sandy reached deeper behind her - almost
as if she were wiping herself and placed a small girlish finger at the
base of her shameful womanly hole.  The two men stared intently at
Sandy's little teenage finger. Her finger nail polish was of the poor
white trash variety - cherry red and chipping away with 12 hour age.
Their menacing cocks grew to sizeable proportions as they watched her
sweet trashy teenage finger circle the rim of her brownie seductively -
teasing her anus with her soft feminine touch.

	"Explore a little deeper dear.  Warm up your finger a little bit.  I
think you know what I mean darling...smile for us....that's it."

	Sandy smiled and moved her sleazy finger to the center of her soft
brown button.  Then she began to push inward.  What a marvelous site
this was!  Such a talented girl!  The men zoomed their cameras intently
on the center of Sandy's soft white bottom.  Now the action was
definately centered around her soft brown "ring of talent." They
watched as Sandy's tiny finger stopped moving in circles and fixated
itself in the very center of her shameful potty hole.  Slowly and
gently, the sweet young finger began to sink inward - the red finger
nail polish slowly disappeared behind her soft "brown door" - worming
it's way deeper and deeper until it was down to her bare knuckle.
Sandy blushed uncontrollably as she felt her insides for the first
time.  She had never dared touch herself like this before - it was
disgusting!

	The warmth of her tight little anus surrounded her finger and Sandy
winced with slight discomfort.

	"A little deeper Sandy....just a little more...c'mon baby...do it for
us....do it for the money!"

	Sandy probed her finger even deeper.  She became slightly nausiated as
the tip of her finger began to brush against something moist and mushy.

	*Oh no!" she thought.  *THIS IS FILTHY*

	"Wiggle it around sweetheart....get it nice and dirty for
us....remember the money honey."

	Sandy wiggled her finger around inside her ass.  She could feel the
messy filth coating the tip of her tiny finger.  This ordeal wasn't
nearly over and she knew it.  Her rectum had now gotten used to the
feel of her intrusive digit and was beginning to relax.  The brief pain
of insertion had subsided and now it was just a matter of entertaining
Mr. Trent and Mr. Dodson.

	Finally, after what seemed an eternity of minutes and the music had
run it's course, Mr. Trent commanded Sandy to lay on her back and
assume a flurry of cheesecake posses.  The table platform felt cold
beneath her bare back and Sandy strained to keep warm.  Her first order
was to assume a bottom's up position.  Sandy lay on her back and lifted
both her legs straight up into the air making sure to hold them
together.  Mr. Dodson and Mr. Trent got some excellent shots of her
soft round exposed bottom. Next was the spread eagle position.  Still
on her back, Sandy was commanded to spread her legs open in a "V" - an
open invitation to be fucked hard.  This was followed by the
traditional doggy style position with her back to the cameras on all
fours and her rear end sticking way up in the air - a clear invitation
to her male viewers that she yearned to be anal fucked.  Next were some
vaginal close ups.  Sandy was commanded to spread her glistening blonde
pussy lips wide open for all to see.  Her vaginal secretions were
clearly evident and her innerds were fully exposed to the cameras
flashing bright juicy pink.

	It wasn't enough that she had to go though these degrading poses.  The
next command was a complete shocker - they wanted her to PEE on the
table. Thankfully she would be able to get this over with quickly
because her bladder was mostly full.  Sandy looked at both men in
protest, but they just nodded their heads and urged her on.

	"Don't worry Sandy.  We won't tell anybody about this.  It's just
between us." Reassured Mr. Trent.

	He was lying of course.  The video camera was still rolling -
capturing every degrading moment for a future audience to watch and
masturbate to.  Mr.  Dodson gave Sandy a cold threatening stare - as if
something terrible might happen to her physically if she didn't comply
with their perverse request.

	Sandy blushed again, then squatted down and spread her knees open so
that the men could have an excellent view of her open vagina.  Her
sweet teenage cunny looked to cute, pert, and inviting.  The men stared
lustfully as Sandy began making "squirt squirt" on the table.  Her hot
urine hissed out of her cunny hole and sizzled onto the table beneath
her.  She had quite a lot of pee and some of it began to dribble toward
the edge of the table.  Mr.  Dodson and Mr.  Trent caught every tinkle
drop on camera.

	The worst was yet to come however.  Mr. Trent commanded Sandy to lie
down on the table and immerse herself in her own urine.  Worse still,
he told her to lick the finger that she had stuck up her ass for the
camera - seductively of course with a look of lust on her stupid little
face.  Sandy was thoroughly humiliated by this point.  As she lay down
on her back, her only consolation was the fact that her hot urine made
the table warmer and more bareable for her back.  Tasting her own ass
aroma was an entirely different matter.  Some of her feces was still on
her finger and she had to taste that too!  GROSS!!!

	By this time, Mr. Dodson had removed his prick from his trousers and
began jerking off to the site of Sandy lying in her own puddle of piss
and licking her butt mush.  Mr. Trent ordered Sandy to allow him to
fuck her in the ass.  She refused of course - that is until he offered
her $50.00 extra - then she relented and spread her filthy ass for him.

	Mr. Dodson's prick was rock hard and throbbing with intense stiffness.
His thick veiny bulb pushed hard against her puckered brown opening and
shoved it's way inward.  Sandy gave out a loud yelp and she tensed up.
This made it worse of course and the pain of entry was excruciating for
her young teenage body.  Sandy shuddered and writhed in momentary
agony.  Mr. Dodson sneered at her while shoving his thick lard inside
of her - full to the hilt.  Sandy's tight anal ring formed a big round
"O" around his shaft.

	"Don't worry Sandy Whore...soon it won't hurt anymore - soon you'll
get used to it." Said Mr. Dodson as he began pumping slowly in and out.

	Meanwhile, Mr. Trent had moved his video camera directly over Sandy's
crotch - capturing every shot of her first ever anal scene!

	Mr. Dodson began to pick up his pace - ramming his cock in an out of
her hot little anus with reckless abandon.  This only served to
agrivate the pain in Sandy's rectum and she began to openely wince and
cry out.  Mr. Trent had anticipated this too, and he filmed some close
up shots of her pained facial expressions.  Some of his clients
preferred to see teenage girls hurt and punished.  Finally, Mr. Dodson
shot his load inside of Sandy's bottom.  Large gooey ropes of cum spat
out of his evil penis and splashed all over the insides of her colin.
Sandy felt the strange goopy warmth spread thoughout her intestines.
It felt extremely weird.

	Mr. Dodson removed his cock from her newly stretched asshole.  Small
rivalets of cum dribbled out of her anus and onto the table - making
her look even more like a filthy teenage whore.  Mr. Trent caught every
minute of it.  He smiled at Mr. Dodson, this was definately going to be
a hot selling tape.  The profits alone would probably range into the
thousands. Not bad - considering they only paid this stupid blonde
$150.00 for the evening.

	And this was just the beginning.  There would be plenty more outfits
for this stupid cunt to model later - not to mention some hardcore
fisting action!


THE END

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