Unknown: Young model sluts from hell

Billie slid his hands up her torso, onto her short tank-top to caress her small breasts as they continued to French-kiss each other passionately. Then Steve could see Billie pinching the young girl's nipple as he reached through the arm-hole of her tank-top. A light tapping on the door of his bedroom suite distracted Steve.

"Come in," came his reply and he watched through the mirror as Nick came through the door and approached him from behind.

"I think she's ready. Are you going to go pay her a visit?" Nick asked…

"Where did you get her?" Steve asked incredulously.

"Bill sent her over. Her mother made arrangements for Susan to have a portfolio done, but when the girl showed at the shoot she was alone. Her mother's in L.A. with her new boyfriend for who knows how long. The photographer gave her a couple of lines and did her on the set. She's made a few of the rounds but she tests out clean. Ken evaluated her and she really picks up quick. I think you can move right along with her… oh yea, and she apparently is very tight."

Ken was the director of Models' Inc. and had the final say on who was admitted to the agency. Anyone admitted could be assured they would get top billing internationally.

"Christ, Nick. How old is this one?" he implored.

"Well, she's thirteen, but she photographs more like a fourteen year-old. I think she'll book very well. We've already bounced her photos off Maitlan, and he loves her. As far as her family, I think it will work out OK. Her mom basically signed her off to us – she's got a blow problem and we gave her some money. Lynn did a good job of selling Models' Inc. to her. Showed her some portfolios and talked up the girls we promote. She already knew we were 'the best modeling agency in the world' – her words. And look at the girl, obvious thoroughbred looks and a well-developed personality for a thirteen year old."

"Tina, wake up, sweetheart," he intoned over his shoulder toward a large sunken, sleeping area on the other side of the suite. There was no answer. He used the remote control to speak to Nick in his quarters.

"Nick, would you get Tina up. She's slept enough. Have Sherry clean her up real quick too. And get her a couple of snorts if she wants them. Then have Sherry bring her in here."

Back at the hot tub, Lynn appeared on the monitor with the thirteen year-old girl and the guy she was jacking-off. Lynn's large breasts appeared first. They defied gravity they if suspended from her slender torso by some enigmatic architecture, yet they had a natural kilter with uptilted bright pink nipples, as if lipstick had been applied to them. They glowed with a thin sheen of perspiration and a knotted pearl necklace dangled between them nearly to her slight waist.

She also had a tattoo of a tongue about the size of a shot glass that extended from between the lightly freckled area between her breasts over to the tip of her right nipple. It almost looked out of place because her beauty inferred high fashion model, a gaunt elegant presence: the tattoo, and the shaved side of her head, added an element of the forbidden – good girl gone bad, a beautiful slut. Her truly breathtaking buttocks were diminutive, completely flawless and had a golden-tan glow. She was wearing a black bikini thong which showcased her dripping, tight and high ass-cheeks to full advantage, and circled up and around her impossibly thin waist. She would occasionally lift her long wispy hair from the side from which it was shaved and flip it dramatically to the other, showing off the tattoo that ran across the side of her head.

Steve gave her complete run of the compound and despite her penchant for bringing her current sex partners around, she was generally quite responsible.

Lynn wiggled that succulent posterior in an extravagant fashion as she sidled up to the embracing couple standing in the churning water, laughed, and put her slim arms around them. She and Billie kissed and Susan soon joined in. Their tongues fluttered together lightly, extending from their parted lips, and then they took turns kissing full-mouthed. She and Susan's breasts rubbed together through Susan's moist tank-top while Billie ran his hand down Lynn's sleek back and into the cleft between her curvy buttocks which led down between her thin, supple legs.

"God, you guys look like you're having a good time. Does she turn you on? Do you want to stick it in her Billie?" Steve teased over the sound system.

"You fucking know it, Mr. G…" he said enthusiastically, looking up at the camera with the little red light that indicated it was the one observing them.

"… if I get that far. You won't believe the little cunt on this thing. I can barely get my finger into it and there's just a little fuzz on it. Fuuuck, makes me hard. And she's hot too, aren't you, honey," he said affectionately as he turned back to her. Billie had slid Susan's thong to one side of her slit and his hand moved lightly between her lean legs, her hips akilter. She let out a little murmur and stuck her tongue back into his mouth, trying to climb up his body and center his hard dick on her horny little slit, needing penetration by more than a finger. Lynn was mouthing her small breasts and nipples through the wet shirt, with her hand rubbing her own hairless slit, her thong also pulled to the side of her little cunt.

Susan finished her kiss and looked coyly at Billie, "Can we get some more coke, honey?" she cooed.

"You betcha, darlin'. We'll fix you right up here. Come on you guys. Let's get out of the tub." He grasped Susan's hand and led her up the steps and Lynn followed, holding the other hand and giggling, "I want a good blast too!" she exclaimed wiggling her little ass-cheeks as she shimmied up the steps from the tub.

Behind the two girls lay a large recreation pit lined with black velvet cushions. Along the perimeter of the suite was gilt paneling, mirrored ceilings and rich tapestried walls. On the far side, off from the spa and fitness area, was a bar, game room, a swimming pool and a sundeck/atrium that led out onto the secured grounds of the compound.

The carefree kids grabbed towels – large, fluffy towels – dried themselves and moved over to the recreation pit lined with mirrors and the sides and above. A circular, black, marble table was the focal point at the center, on which was set all manner of refreshments, fruit and stimulants including a mirror with a large pile of cocaine. There was also crystal decanters filled with herbal and synthetic libations of every variety.

They laughed and joked, tickling and prodding each other as they positioned themselves in front of the elaborate refreshment station. Pulsing music played in the background and the mirrors on all sides reflected the beautiful images of their fit, young bodies. All three of the young people were truly, exceptionally attractive and vivacious human specimens. Even the young thirteen year-old Susan had a confident, bold demeanor. And now she wanted to get higher.

"Fuck yea, I want some more! Look at all that fucking coke!" she exclaimed in her sultry but enthusiastic voice as she shimmied on her knees up to the coke pile at the edge of the marble centerpiece. Her impish, child-like face smiling and laughing, radiating a Lolita's carnal playfulness.

She licked her long finger, stuck it into the coke pile, scooping as much onto it as she possibly could. She then brought it up to her aquiline nose and tried to inhale sharply. Cocaine shot out in a large cloud and most of it fell onto her delectable, stocking-clad knees. Everyone laughed and giggled hysterically. Billie and Lynn did the same, spending ample time to snort, lick and taste till content. They then settled back on the soft, black velvet cushions surrounded by throw-pillows as the tendrils of drug induced pleasure coursed and rippled through their bodies.