"The Model"
                         "By Curt Strap"

                            Chapter 1

     It was a shock to the lovely blonde girl to wake up and find
a strange man sleeping next to her in the bed. Nola Augustine
shuddered as she felt the man's calloused hand on her crotch, with
thick, filthy fingers sticking into her groin. She had to move
carefully so she wouldn't wake him. Gradually, as the fuzz was
swept from her mind, the memory of last night came back to haunt
her.
     Her lime-green eyes opened wide. She stared around. She saw
their scattered clothes all over the cheap hotel room. Discarded
empty glasses were on the floor. She saw the empty fifth of cheap
scotch on top of the musty-smelling dresser. She saw the ashtrays
filled with butts and ash.
     "Oooo..."
     Her lips compressed. She bit down hard to keep from crying.
That damn man's hand was right on her pubic mound; his fingers
twisted in her silky naturally blonde hair. He did not want to
release her body, even in his heavy drunken sleep.
     Nola struggled to gently part her tanned thighs. She shivered
involuntary as his fingernails scraped against her clitoris. Then,
as she eased herself away, she was able to swing her long, well-
shaped legs onto the floor. Her naked feet felt the rough wooden
floor. It was as dirty as everything else in this foul room.
     Her breasts shook. A flush surged up and down her face. Was it
was always so disgusting? She could hardly stand herself. What had
happened last night?
     Oh, yes...it was coming back to her...
     She had met this obese man in a bar. He was here for a
convention. He had given her drink after drink in a cocktail
lounge, then brought her to his sleazy hotel. Once in the room, he
had stripped her to her underwear.
     "I'm gonna fuck your ass, blondie...and you're gonna suck my
prick dry...and you're gonna like doin' it, aren't you?"
     She trembled again as she was pushed onto the ugly four poster
bed with its ghastly mattress and torn covering. "No, please...I
didn't come her for that..." She was stripped down to her pink bra
and lacy-thin panties. Her sex was vividly outlined through the
silk.
     "Let me alone, please...I don't..."
     He was a tall, broad-shouldered ape of a man. Naked, his
enormous phallus curved up to his hairy belly. Almost hidden in the
thick pubic hair were his huge balls, looking repugnant and animal
like to the cowering girl. He parted his slab-like thighs and
thrust his pelvis at her.
     "See, blondie? It's just like a juicy pole!" He laughed as he
shook the swollen shaft and gyrated his scrotum to emphasize his
body. "It's good to suck! And it's got sweet cream!" He laughed as
he slurped his thick lips, making a sucking sound.
     "Come on, blondie! get down on your hands and knees and suck
me off!"
     She whimpered as she tried to grab her torn dress and run for
the doorway.
     He grabbed her and flung her down onto the bed. The springs
creaked beneath their combined weight. He was angry. "Damn you,
little blonde cock-sucker, trying to get away from me? Well...I'm
gonna rope you down..."
     He ripped away Nola's bra, gaped at the little bluish streaks
on her breasts, her pink nipples with their soft little creases,
and watching the pale mounds shake; all emphasising the milky
whiteness of Nola's flesh. The nipples were hard with fear. "Baby!
You sure got a great pair! Ain't never seen any better...let's
see..."
     "NO!!!" She screamed as she felt his calloused hands on her
flimsy panties. "Don't...get you damn hands off me!" She struggled
in vain, as his strength overcame her. "Stop! Don't pull my panties
down! Leave me alone!"
     He laughed crudely as she struggled, inflamed by her
resistance, anxious to conquer this blonde girl.
     "Now, you're gonna get it!" He had grabbed her bra, tore it
with amazing strength, then he twisted the material around her
wrists, binding them together like rope. "That's the way we treat
stubborn girls where I come from!" He twisted the torn material
until her wrists were fettered to one of the posts of the creaking
bed. "Okay, let's see you try and get outta that, cutie!" he
grinned, his pock marked face looking gruesome with sensual
cruelty.
     She felt the straps of her bra cut into her wrists; she
struggled, only succeeding in tightening the thongs. She felt a
flash of hot fire sweeping into her body.
     "Oooo, please, please, don't hurt me!" She was sobbing now,
her eyes brimming with scalding tears. They streaked her oval face.
     "No...stop...oooo!!!!"
     She felt the grubby hands grip her flimsy panties. There was
a horrible ripping sound and suddenly the panties were torn from
her slim hips. They were tossed to the far side of the dingy room,
falling in the cloud of dust, making a silky puddle on the dirty
floor. Now...she was naked!
     "Nice snatch, girlie! And real blonde hair! No dye job." He
was ramrod stiff. His hands played with her vaginal lips. "Let's
open up, honey!" Cruelly, his calloused thumbs and forefingers
seized the labia and yanked her sex open. Grimy fingers plunged
into the orifice, jabbing in and out. Nola felt as if someone had
plunged a horrible snake right into her groin.
     She tried to free her wrists, Terror gripped her. "Please, oh
please, you'll hurt me! No! Don't hurt me! Oh, please..." She
writhed while the grinning brute pried apart her thighs, and then
he stuffed more fingers inside her. He seized her clitoris and his
sharp fingernails bit the sensitive flesh. A violent tremor flashed
through the blonde girl's groin.



     A hollow-throated scream gurgled from her gasping mouth as she
wrenched her arms trying to free her shackled wrists. Her body was
twisted and mangled. "Please! ooooh! Mercy!!! Mercy!!!" She was
hysterical as the man kept twisting her clitoris, sending
uncontrollable spasms of agony twisting through her loins.
     "Oooooooh!!! I can't stand it! Oh, let me go! Please! I'll do
anything! Let me go!!!" She was sobbing now, frantic, terrified, by
trapped in this room, where no one would ever hear her, where the
ancient hard-of hearing desk clerk downstairs was probably in a
drunken stupor. She was alone and helpless! She could be killed...
     The sadist suddenly swung around, and now, his buttocks loomed
near her face. "Get ready, baby...you're gonna get your mouth all
filled up with a nice juicy prick and you're gonna suck it and lick
it and get all the cream...and I'm gonna suck your cunt while
you're doin' it. I'll get all the best outta you...little bitch."
     She was petrified. Abruptly, the horrible realization of her
imminent rape came to the struggling Nola. She saw the way the
brutal pig was trying to push his throbbing, unwashed, smelly cock
into her clenched mouth. He locked her head between his bent knees.
Then, as she opened her mouth to scream, he plunged his
unimaginable thick meat into the opening between her lips. She
almost gagged. She thought that she would puke as she felt the
disgusting fleshly rod probe her mouth. She could feel all the
crevices and veins...and then she felt his balls slamming against
her face.
     "AHHH!" He was muttering as he was captured by sensual stimuli
much as if an electric wire had been wrapped around his organ.
"That sure feels good! Suck it, blondie. Put your tongue all around
it. Suck the head of it ...ahhhhh...my balls are gonna explode ...
it's so good...it's so good!"
     He bent over Nola's tortured body and his drooling mouth was
right over her cunt. "I'm gonna suck this blonde goody.... nice...
sure got a nice tight hole...oooo, I'm gonna stick my mouth right
in there!"
     Nola shivered as she felt his wet chin on her sensitive flesh.
She almost vomited, feeling the sticky cock sliding in and out, in
and out... while his heavy, hairy balls slammed against her face.
     "My wrists," she thought hysterically, "if only they weren't
tied...ooo...if I could get free. I'd punch him in the..."
     Her body surged and twisted. The pig was mouthing her crotch,
his teeth nibbling on her labia. His tongue pierced inside her and
licked the inner walls of her resilient female tunnel. He twisted
his hands under her pelvis, pried apart her firm buttocks, then
plunged a finger into her anus. Nola was caught up in a thunderous
tidal wave of pain. Again and again, the wave erupted. She mouthed
a silent scream around his foul penis!
     "That's it! That's it!" He wildly plunged his throbbing organ
in and out of her mouth, building to a climax. "That's the way,
suck my prick!"
     She felt engulfed in a sheet of violent flame. She was bathed
in sweat. She felt his thick organ slide up and down, the head
engorged with blood. Suddenly, as she felt his mouth on her sex,
she heard his cry through the roaring in her ears.
     "I'm cumming! I'm cumming."
     There was a sudden plunge.
     Nola Augustine was almost suffocated as he pounded his hairy
groin onto her face, smothering her. Then she felt the spurts. She
almost threw up as the vile liquid filled her mouth. She could feel
it going right into her throat. She thought that his enormous staff
was right down in the pit of her stomach. Again and again, the foul
slime erupted into her mouth and she was forced to ingest the
disgusting mess.
     She twisted against the bonds holding her wrists. The pain
shooting through her was like a flame thrower burning into the core
of her body. "Oh, please...mercy! Mercy!! Oh, please...please..."
Her gurgled mixture of grunts and muted cries went unheeded. Again
and again millions of needle-sharp sensations tore through her
body, sending her into a nether land of total agony.
                              * * *
     It had been a punishing evening. Somehow, her hands had been
freed. The torn bra lay on the floor, resembling a pair of wrist
manacles. It looked so hideous. Like a symbol of her sexual
bondage.
     She went into the little bathroom. Nola stifled back a sob. It
had been so disgusting with that fat animal. She ached from top to
bottom. She glanced in the grimy mirror. She saw herself, a tall
and leggy titan blonde. Her body was firm, slim, well-moulded. She
had a narrow waist, spreading hips. Her breasts bounced up and
down. Her nipples throbbed.
     "I look awful!" she conceded, noting the thick welts around
her wrists and the blemishes on her breasts and her buttocks... "He
must have bitten me all over when he..." She swallowed hard. It was
nauseating to think of how she had been bound and then forced to
take his stinking prick in her mouth. And when he came in her
mouth...
     She turned on the cold water. No drinking glass. She bent
over, her breasts swaying. The nipples touched the cold of the
cracked sink. A shudder swept through her body. She let the tremors
subside. Then she cupped her hands, took huge splashes of ice cold
water and splashed it all over her face and neck. She kept washing
out her mouth, as if the distaste of having sucked that fat man
could now be washed away. The water made her feel more alert. The
throbbing in her temples eased up.
     She found a soiled towel. "Better than nothing," she said to
herself. She soaked it, then swabbed her breasts and neck, then she
washed her pubic area, even inserting a wad of the cloth into her
semen stained orifice. Her clitoris reacted with trigger swift
response. She shivered, then quickly removed the cold cloth. She
was beginning to feel better.
     The memory of how the rape happened was coming back to her.
"It was disgusting...I don't know why I did it. I should never have
come here. Worse than that, why did I get mixed up with that
disgusting man and come up here?" She remembered how it had all
begun...
                              * * *



     Yesterday had marked the end of her fourth week and her motel
room rent was now due or out she would go. She had a handful of
bills in her purse and she needed these for food and other
essentials. She was feeling depressed and lost.
     Four weeks, after leaving the fresh greenery and open mountain
air of the small town, and she had seen endless amounts of model
agencies all over the increasingly crowded, increasingly dirty and
increasingly cold city. But it was the same story wherever she
went.
     "We want girls who have appeared in other magazines."
     She protested. "But if nobody gives me a chance, how do I get
to appear in any magazine?"
     "Not our problem. Our customers want familiar faces. The
newcomer is a big risk in the modelling business."
     Some more sympathetic agents told her to go here, to go there,
to try this or try that. But is was always the same answer. The
skinny models who had flat chests and emaciated faces were the ones
who were hired. She had thought of going to some of those girlie
magazines, but decided against it. She had to make it as a
legitimate model. Wasn't there anybody who wanted a healthy country
girl's look with genuine blonde hair and green eyes! It was
frustrating. Originally, before coming here, she had assumed that
with her firm breasts, smooth figure, creamy white skin and
sensuous lips, she'd be a terrific hit as a model. Now she learned
that she was a "dime a dozen" as some cruelly told her.
     There had been one possibility. She was relieved to see a girl
in charge of the small agency's screening department. The girl had
a square-jawed face, mannish hair, wore a tailored suit. She had a
sultry voice. From a distance, she could have very well been a
young man.
     Nola Augustine thought nothing unusual of it. Lots of girls
who want to make it in a man's world have to look like men! So she
went into the screening room. The mannish-looking girl closed and
locked the door.
     "We have some underwear we need photographed. Do you want to
try it." She leered at Nola, licking her lips. "Go on, Nola, strip
down..."
     Nola's ears burned. She should have expected nudity, but she
looked for a changing room in which to undress. "Right here?"
     The girl moved closer, brushing against her arm. "That's
right, baby. Want me to help you?"
     Nola declined. She almost cried in despair. "Sorry, I don't
even want the job!" It had been a shocking experience that left her
shaken.
     The next and last interview was with a long-haired hippie
looking young man. He leered at her.
     "Let's see you're hot stuff, blondie." He bent over, yanked up
her dress, and stared at the thighs which Nola instinctively locked
together. "Great legs!" His hand went between her thighs. "Wanna
get screwed?" He was sweating, rocking back and forth, while trying
to stroke her soft flesh. "Name it and I do it, honey!"



     She screamed, slapped his hand away, and pulled down her
dress. "Keep your hands off, disgusting animal!" She stormed out of
the studio in a daze, hearing the obscene laughter behind her. She
ran out to the street, jostling with the late afternoon office
workers and shoppers. She felt lost in the midst of it all. She was
defeated. What now? Her rent was due. If she didn't get a job
quickly, she would have to take her luggage and...
     Just why she went into the cocktail lounge was something she
could never figure out. But she felt she wanted to have something.
A drink? She never cared too much for alcohol but maybe if she had
a strong one, it would bolster her spirits.
     It was an expensive lounge. She sat at a small table, knowing
that drinks would cost plenty. But she still felt that the
luxurious surroundings would help boost her spirits. So she ordered
a martini...
     Later, the fat man came along. He had been watching her from
the bar. He offered to share her table and pay for her drinks. That
was tempting so she accepted his offer.
     She had several martinis. Strong ones. Her memory was fuzzy.
She remembered that he had put his arm around her and that he had
a room on Eighth Avenue, in the seedy and shabby area of town. No
doubt, he had this room so he could pick up girls. They left the
bar. He bought a bottle at one of the side street liquor stores and
then he brought her to the fourth floor room of a dingy and fetid
hotel.
     They kept on drinking. Now she remembered how he had stripped
her and played with her breasts. His strong hands crushed the firm
pink flesh. He toyed with her nipples. His foul breath repelled
her. His tongue had snaked between her legs while his greasy hands
played with her buttocks, sticking fingers into her crevice until
she was screaming in disgust and pain.
     "I should never have let him," she bit back a flood of hot
tears, looking at herself in the yellow-stained mirror over the
soiled and cracked wash basin. "I should have kicked him between
his legs!" Then she felt a sudden churning in her stomach.
Suddenly, she was heaving up. She bent over the toilet bowl.
Everything rushed out of her. Again and again, she heaved up until
she was exhausted.
     When it was over, she felt better, weak, but the pressure was
eased. She washed again and sipped cold water. Then, she returned
to the bedroom.
     He had kicked back the torn sheet.
     He looked vulgar. His bloated body was white. Between his
parted thighs she saw the enormous cock. His hairy balls looked
equally disgusting to Nola. She saw the thick dark pubic hair. It
made her shudder.
     The way he had used her...no, the way he had abused her...
     She saw him stir. Quickly, she reached for her dress. She
looked for her bra and panties but they had been torn and were
useless. She slipped into her dress.
     Just then, he stirred again, then he was awake.
     "Hey...what...aoooo!" He sat up. Every roll of fat was alive.
His prick hung down between his thighs like a fist-thick club.

     "Boy...that sure was some night..." He reached for her, then
he remembered. "Hey, what time is it?" He looked confused. "What
time is it?" he demanded.
     "It's ten-thirty."
     "Of all the...hey, I gotta get going...boy, I sure have a
hangover...I got a meeting...my job depends on it..." He was livid
with anger as he jumped out of bed, wide awake. His nakedness
looked revolting. He looked around for his clothes. His prick
dangled limply, making him even more hideous. "Whew! I sure got a
load on! Hope I can make sense at the meeting."
     In a few moments, he was dressed. "Where the hell's my
necktie?"
     "Down on the floor...next to my panties..." she said bitterly.
     He frowned, then put on his tie. Now he was ready. He had a
small attache case with him. Despite his day's growth of beard and
unwashed look, he looked more like a tired businessman than a
vicious rapist.
     "Hey, I'm in town for another week, cutie. Wanna get together?
Lemme know where I can reach you." He grinned, licking his lips.
"You sure got a hot pussy. When you took my prick in your mouth and
licked the end, baby...where'd you learn to be a cocksucker...?"
     "Shut up!" she snapped as a hot stream of red-faced tears
started flooding her eyes. She wanted to sink into oblivion. He was
disgusting! He made her feel like a cheap hooker. "Get out of
here," she howled.
     He shrugged. "Okay, okay." He reached into his pocket. He held
out a wad of bills. "Here...sorry about tearing your clothes. Take
it..."
     She felt her face burn. "Money! You offer me money! What do
you think I am? Some cheap whore!" She was choked up with sobs.
"Get out of here before I call the police!" Her voice was rising to
a shrill crescendo. She never before felt so humiliated and
degraded. "Get out of here."
     He threw the handful of bills on the bed. "Okay, so you don't
want to say it, won't say you're one of them cocksucking whores..."
     "Get out!"
     He slammed the door behind him. Nola collapsed on the foul
smelling bed, crying. Her face was buried in the grimy pillow,
weeping out her soul. She could still feel the warmth of his body,
she could still smell the sweat. She trembled. She felt filthy.
Like a common whore. Just like one of those bitches who called out
to men who walked along the streets. To make it worse she was given
money...
     Okay, Nola, she told herself, so you hit bottom. Now, let's
see where you go from here.

                            Chapter 2

     Nola Augustine finally got up from the bed, telling herself,
"This is no good! This feeling sorry for yourself. This just won't
work. Get yourself together and see what the big world has for you.
     She went to the bathroom, scrubbed herself until her skin
gleamed with the country girl freshness that she knew so well; then
she brushed her hair and finally began to look decent. Then she
remembered something else. She hurried out of the bathroom.
     "Thank God! Good thing I didn't leave it as the lounge." It
was her small overnight bag. She had taken it from the hotel
knowing she could not return again since she owed them rent. Good
thing she had been able to sneak it out. "I wish I had some more
clothes." She felt angry that this was her only dress. She had
brought another one but it was torn and she had discarded it. And
to make things worse, the laundry had lost her best lingerie. Now,
under the dress, she was naked! It made her ears burn and her face
flush with embarrassment.
     "That bastard. He tore my panties. He used my bra to tie me
up. Damn him! Well, maybe it's a good thing that he did leave that
money. It'll pay for some of the damage he did to me!" She felt her
pulse race. Damage! He had done plenty to her mouth and her...
     Nola brushed aside those thoughts. She sat down on the stained
mattress. She took stock of her finances. She counted the money. He
must have had a real load on. She kept counting and counting.
     She cried out loud, "There's twenty-ten dollar bills here! Bet
he thought they were singles! This'll hold me for a couple of
weeks..." She clutched the money, then stuffed it all into her
overnight bag. "But I've got to find a job and a place to stay.
This money won't last long at a hotel...I've got to get a job, any
job."
     She was eager to get out into the early morning sunshine. It
was a clear day for a change. Outside, she walked along seedy
Eighth Avenue, dodged some wavering drunks, and narrowly escaped
the jerky, staggered movements of drug addicts. As she came to the
corner of 45th Street, a gust of wind caught up her dress.
     "Get a load of that pussy!"
     "Hey, cutie! Wanna get stuck in your snatch!"
     Her face clouded. She quickly pushed down her dress. Damn it.
She should be careful. The first chance she had, she would have to
buy some underwear. It was shameful to have to walk like this. She
hurried across the street, anxious to get away from the jeers of
the shabby men who had seen her nakedness when her skirt was caught
up in the wind. She had to fight down the embarrassment.
     Quickly, she made it to the better part of the city. Even
though she was unemployed, even though the city had mistreated her,
she liked the vitality and life here and wanted to be part of it.
     She stood at a corner newsstand and selected a local paper.
She felt the newsstand dealer's beady eyes on her breasts. She knew
that her bare nipples were clearly outlined against the bodice of
her dress. "Well? Are you going to stare at me or give me the
change?" she demanded curtly as she clutched the paper.


     He pressed some coins in her outstretched palm as he shifted
the cigar to the other side of his mouth. He flashed her a dirty
grin. "I'd like to give you more, honey. Maybe my prick's small but
my tongue is real hard!" he made a vulgar slurping sound as she
snapped back. "Dirty pig!"
     She was aware of his eyes even as she walked away. Of all the
nerve! She should have called a policeman! But then Nola realized
that being naked under her dress was an invitation to any man! She
would have to go to a lingerie store.
     Just then, the odour of food from a small cafe alerted her to
more important need. She had not eaten since yesterday afternoon!
She did not realize how hungry she was until she smelled the
cooking aroma from the cafe.
     "I'll grab a bite, then I'll look for some lingerie," she
thought.
     She went inside and noted an empty booth in the back. She slid
into the booth. The waitress kept staring at her dress. She looked
embarrassed.
     "I'll just have orange juice, an order of brown toast with jam
and black coffee!"
     She had to watch her money as well as her figure. She paid the
waitress, took the change and shoved it into her pocket. No tip,
she was thinking. That waitress has a job and free meals and I've
got nothing.
     While she sipped the juice and ate the toast, she turned to
the Help Wanted section of the newspaper and started to look at the
advertisements.
     Typists. Secretaries. Bookkeepers.
     She frowned and thought to herself, "I can't type worth a
damn. I never could understand dictation and columns of numbers
just make me dizzy."
     The truth startled her. She couldn't get an office job and
even modelling looked hopeless. Nola almost burst out into tears.
Back home it had all seemed so glamorous and perfect.
     She knew that models made one hundred dollars an hour and up!
It was such a wonderful life of glamour and fun. Not like working
in an office. How much could an office girl make? Sure, two hundred
bucks a week. Knock off taxes, transportation and lunches, and
money to pay for new clothes and entertainment. Then there was
nothing left. Nothing!
     She finished the toast and, as she moved, she let one part of
the paper fall on the floor. Frowning, she squirmed. She saw the
cook staring at her. She could see the big, thick bulge in his
jeans. How disgusting!
     She reached under the table and retrieved the paper. Then she
saw another paper. She picked that one up as well. It was one of
those shocking tabloids.
     "I've heard of those papers," she said to herself. "Lots of
juicy scandal...you'd think people would have enough of the real
thing, instead of having to read these scare headline papers."




     Curious, she browsed the headlines.

     WHIPPED WITH A CAT O'NINE TAILS IN AN ORGY.
     MOUTH LOVER WAS THE NAME ALL BOYS CALLED ME.
     SPANKING; A PSYCHOSEXUAL COMPULSION.
     BONDAGE; LURE OF THE LEATHER LASH SET.

     A shudder ran through Nola, as she thought back to last night,
having been bound and forced into that...
     She quickly swallowed the last of her orange juice and then
started on the black coffee. Anything to wipe away the bitter taste
and the bitter memory...
     Nola turned the pages of the tabloid and then came upon a page
of Help Wanted ads. It was so surprising that she found herself
intrigued. She ran her fingernail down the list until she saw an
ad, it was a display ad, in large boldface type. It seized her
attention like a vice.

     WANTED; MODELS...NO EXPERIENCE REQUIRED

     Girls! Top money available for professional looking models. If
     you are between 17 and 24, have both beauty and talent, you
     can earn up to $300 per hour in the always-exciting modelling
     profession. Many of our models are moving into motion
     pictures, television, commercials and we always need
     replacements. Register today. We service the best media in all
     classifications. Special need for country type girls. Call
     555-1234 between Noon and 2 PM.

     Nola Augustine stared at the ad. She kept reading it over and
over. She looked at other ads but they all demanded experienced
models. Well, this one wanted 'professional looking' models so it
was different.
     They sounded anxious! The others that she had tried were so
cold, not even wanting to look at her (except to get between her
thighs!) after she said she was a beginner...
     For a moment she wondered.
     "Maybe this is just a come on. Maybe it's one of those
modelling schools that charge you for making up a portfolio and
charge you for lessons. Maybe I..."
     Then she made up her mind. She would have to try it. This was
the first real good lead she had come across in a long time.
Besides, it's in one of those weekly papers with a smaller
circulation so there's not likely to be a million girls lined up
outside the office. It's worth a try.
     She clipped the ad out of the paper and threw it beneath the
table. "I'm not going to carry that disgusting paper with me. Let
the cleaner sweep it up. It's his job and he's lucky to have a job.
     She saw a phone booth in the back of the cafe. She dug into
her pocket and took out a quarter. Then, lugging the overnight bag
into the tiny booth, she dialled the number. She was nervous. Her
heart pounded. Something told her that it was either this place or
she'd be back out on the street and maybe back home...but no, she
couldn't admit defeat and go back to that little town.
     Three rings.
     Four...
     An eternity...
     She felt a strange cold sensation and started to shiver. Then
she realized that her skirt had hiked up to her upper thighs. Her
bare buttocks were on the cold seat of the phone booth. It was a
sickening feeling. But being cold might be her future if she didn't
find a job soon.
     "Damn it," she whispered, "I've just got to get some panties."
     "Amazing Films!"
     Nola Augustine was jolted back to the present. At long last
someone had answered.
     "I...I'm calling in reference to the ad about models..." Nola
could hardly get out the words. It sounded so strange. "I... I ...
wonder if you still have an opening..." Her heart thumped wildly.
She kept writhing her naked buttocks on the cold metal seat,
ashamed of her red-faced responses. "I...would like to apply..."
     "Yes, of course...we still have some openings...I assume
you're new talent." The voice was cold. "Hello?"
     She swallowed her fear. She would have to speak up or else she
would lose this contact. "Y-yes... I had some experience back
home," she kept swallowing, feeling a stifling heat sweep through
her body. "I can use some extra assignments."
     "Good! Good," the cold voice answered curtly. "Are you free
for an interview this afternoon?"
     "Oh, yes!" she could hardly conceal her anxiety. This was no
time to play coy. "I'll be right over."
     "No, don't do that! We have some other work to do and we're
shooting a special video for a private customer," then he
hesitated, heard someone speak harshly and came back to the phone,
"but let's make it for about half past one this afternoon. How's
that?"
     "Yes, oh yes," she almost sobbed out her approval. This was
almost too good to be true. "Of course..."
     "May I have your name?"
     "Nola. Nola Augustine."
     "I'll mark it down, Ms Augustine," he replied, "and don't be
late or you'll be out of luck. We're located at 500 West 60th
Street. We have the entire building. Ring downstairs first. I'll be
on the third floor. My name is Curt. Don't forget, be on time,
we're quite busy here."
     "Th-anks...oh thanks so much..." Nola sniffed back a sob. Then
she realized she was talking to a dead phone. Curt had hung up.
Most of the model agents were that way. Brusque and to the point.
     Nola hung up. She could feel her heart thumping. At the same
time, she felt a little uneasy. But she had to have a job.
     Just as she was about to leave the glass enclosed phone booth
Nola was aware that there was a man in the adjoining booth.
     "Of all the..."
     She was shocked to see that he had opened his pants. He was
holding his stiff prick in his hands, pulling back the pink
foreskin, and he was sliding it up and down. He was red-faced and
excited. Their eyes met.

     "You...disgusting..." She mouthed the words, paralysed with
shock, unable to move. She knew that he was looking down at her
almost naked thighs.
     The man was masturbating as he looked at the startled girl in
the adjoining phone booth. It was incredible. Here they were, in
adjoining booths in the back of a cafe and this obscene display was
happening while the entire world outside was oblivious to it all!
     A feeling of nausea and loathing went through Nola as she
started to get up. The movement caused her breasts to move
suggestively under her thin dress, the bare nipples were hard from
the cold. She caught the hot and red eyes of the greasy looking
man. He intensified his efforts. Suddenly, just as Nola got up and
squeezed through the door, she saw the excited, florid-faced man
erupt while he looked at her. Again and again he spurted to orgasm.
     She was ready to puke from the sheer disgust of it all. "I
ought to call the manager," she was thinking, as she eased out of
the booth. "But...it might get me involved and I have to go to
Amazing Films. If I have to appear as a witness against that man,
I'll lose this chance..." She decided not to report it, and briskly
left the cafe, aware of the way the lunchtime crown of men were
looking at her slim hips. She could even hear one construction
worker mouth to his buddy, "That snatch ain't even got panties
...bet she'd like to get a big stiff prick stuck right up her..."
     Her face burned as she went out onto the street and tried to
lose herself in the noontime crowd. 

                            Chapter 3

     Nola was nervous as she walked uptown, jostled by the office
workers and shoppers. On more than one occasion, she felt someone
brush an arm against her buttocks or someone would push against the
twin mounds of her breasts, revealed enticingly beneath her flimsy
dress. She just kept on walking, holding onto her overnight bag.
She could feel her heart thumping remembering that disgusting man
in the telephone booth. He actually had opened his pants, taken out
his sweaty cock and was jacking off while he looked at her. It had
left her so shaken that Nola was still nervous and ill at ease as
she walked along the crowded street.
     She glanced at her wristwatch. She still had a half hour to
go. That was why she was walking. No sense taking a taxi. Too
expensive, she would just as easy walk over.
     She walked past theatres, record shops, pizza parlours,
endless restaurants and cocktail lounges, clothing stores and bars.
At long last she was close to her destination. She noted that the
area was old and shabby.
     Nola turned west, came to Eighth Avenue, saw the sleazy bars,
the rundown rooming houses and old hotels. In some of the doorways
she could see young girls wearing micro-minis, exposing the soft
lines of their bodies. She heard one call out, "Hey, high priced
hooker - you get lost, baby."
     Her ears burned. She could hear some of the street girls
laughing and making obscene remarks. She kept her eyes straight
ahead, avoiding the leers of some of the men who walked along
Eighth Avenue or stood on a corner and made obscene sounds with
their mouths. She was so ashamed!
     She turned a corner and now she was on West 60th Street,
looking for the building. It was an old block. There were boarded
up old houses rubbing shoulders with brand new glass towers and
there were elegant restaurants beside stinking cafes and dirty
sandwich shops. It was all so bizarre! It made Nola feel that she
was in the midst of a change of a before-and-after world, as if
suspended in time.
     She was so lost in her thoughts that she almost walked past
the building. Then she stopped and stared.
     500.
     It was a four-story brick building. It looked as if it had, at
one time, been a rooming house, but it had been remodelled and now
it did look like an office complex. She had to go up three steps,
then open a heavy wooden door. Inside, she was in a narrow lobby
with a locked inner door at the rear. A metal plate bore the name
of the company, AMAZING FILMS. Ring bell. Wait for buzzer.
     She straightened her dress, then quickly dug into her purse
for a comb. She ran the comb through her thick blonde hair as she
adjusted herself in the refection of the glass window. It's
natural. That's worth something.
     Trembling, she pressed the buzzer.
     A moment.
     Another moment.
     "Oh, please, please...don't disappoint me now, I just can't
take another disappointment...this is my last chance...
     An eternity passed and then an answering buzz. She felt the
tension melt as she pushed open the locked inner door and entered.
     There was no elevator. She walked up until she came to the
third floor. From inside, she could hear sounds of talking and some