Unknown: Young model sluts from hell

Steve stood, his muscular posture erect in the white, terry-cloth robe that draped over his solid frame. He strode in large steps from his dressing ensemble over to a tier of electronic controls. The controls were inset in a panel at the head of a ottoman settee upon which he reclined. He picked up a remote control from an end table and pressed an audio feed and said, "Hi you guys, how's everything going in there?"

In front of Steve, two persons' images were projected upon a large, center monitor that was flanked by smaller monitors. The figures started slightly, acknowledging that they heard his voice on the audio feed into their quarters in another part of the compound.

"Beautifully, darling, we're waiting for you. Are you coming down? Susan and I are having a bit of fun. Aren't we, honey," Lynn giggled.

"Uh huh," murmured a small feminine voice from the younger girl reclined in Lynn's lap.

On the large monitor Steve gazed at the tableau. Lynn, his "social assistant", was partially submerged almost to her navel in a spacious, marble hot tub. The girl leaning closely into Lynn was Susan, the latest girl to become one of Models' Inc.'s young models.

Models' Inc. was the name of one of the companies Steve controlled, and certainly the one that provided him with the most pleasant diversions from his other businesses.

"Relax and enjoy yourselves and I'll be down in a while," Steve instructed the girls over the audio line.

Steve manipulated the remote camera to zoom in on the two girls. Lynn, 17, was brunette, her luxuriant hair tied up with wisps streaming into her face and down onto her large chest. Her opulent breasts, nipples erect, glowed from the swimming light illuminating them from the water below. The firm, upthrust breasts were large, much too large, it would appear, to belong on such a slender, young girl.

But Lynn's breasts were not what had seized Steve's attention. One of her sinuous arms draped over the shoulder of Susan, the exceptionally beautiful, much younger girl cuddling Lynn. They were comfortable ensconced on the top step of the hot tub. The younger girl's pouting lips were nuzzling the stiff nipples poking from Lynn's chest.

Lynn came-on to Models' Inc. a couple of years ago and had booked a lot of work. But her bisexuality and penchant for debauchery had made her perfect for the job of integrating newly recruited models into Steve's lifestyle. She made the new girls feel comfortable and kept them in line. She had proven herself at making the new girls stick to strict work schedules and made them available to Steve's needs. Although she still enjoyed a promiscuous lifestyle, she was able to juggle it even with her new responsibilities.

The girl Lynn embraced was exceptionally beautiful. Her silken blonde hair was wet up to her neck and coiled down past her svelte waist to swirl in the water around her narrow, sweeping hips. Her arm was around Lynn's waist. One of her long, thin legs was casually pulled up next to her. On the shapely leg was a wet, mauve, silk stocking. Stockings worn in a hot tub, a product of Sherry's (another employee on Models' Inc. staff who dressed the girls to Steve's liking) post-modern fashion attitude.

"Christ," Steve thought, "What a piece of work," Steve could almost see the band at the top of Susan's stocking before it disappeared into the churning water that covered her lower body. The girl's small, perfectly shaped, breasts shown through the diaphanous, silk tank-top she wore, her nipples poking sharply outward. She turned toward Lynn, bent her graceful neck, and wrapped her pink lips around the nipple that was closest to her mouth.

"Fuuuuuck," Lynn droned as her head fell backwards in response to the suction. Lynn's hand was down the front of Susan's wet tank top pinching her left nipple. Lynn reached over with her other hand and ran it along the young girl's stockinged leg until it dipped below the water and settled between her legs. The younger girl sighed heavily, stuck out her delicate tongue and darted it over Lynn's stiff aureole before drawing her head between the older girl's well-developed cleavage in embrace. As Lynn's hand rubbed between Susan's legs, her little pink mouth turned up at one corner and her long curvaceous leg lifted in an effort to increase the stimulation of Lynn's hand on her slit hidden under the water. Her pleasure was evidenced by her stocking covered foot arching delicately.

"Oh, yea, fucking rub my clit! Oh yea. Rub it! Stick your fingers in me. Fuuck! I'm so horny. God that coke really did it for me," the young girl hissed in breathy gasps. Steve could see her buck her small hips in the warm, frothy water toward Lynn's probing fingers. Her suspended, pointy toes bobbing to the rhythm.

Steve was somewhat surprised at the course tone of the apparently prepubescent girl's language. Although she looked very permissive, she was so young that it caught him off guard. "They're doing everything younger every day," he thought to himself. Just last week he reluctantly met with a mother who wanted Steve's agency to represent her ten-year-old daughter. The girl's mother had dressed the girl up to look like a kiddy-slut, complete with stockings and miniskirt, and wanted Steve to fuck her. The mother made it known she was available too.

Steve reactivated the audio into the girls' quarters. "Where's Billie, girls?" They were still in the hot tub.

"I'm right here," came a young, masculine voice.

Steve zoomed back the video image and a young man entered the picture to settle on the step on the other side of the tub. He was about twenty-five with a muscular build, long dark hair, a very large dangling penis that was partially erect. A deep glowing tan covered his entire nude body.

"Lynn, do you want to introduce me to your new friend?" Steve asked.

"Her name's Susan," Lynn replied.

"I hear you want to be a model. Is that right?" another little giggle as the young girl raised her hand to her beautiful red lips and nibbled delicately on her fingernail.

"That's right, Mr. Hughner," she then replied.

"Why don't you stand up and show Billie your butt." She looked at Lynn, smiled, and slowly stood up in the hot tub. Her stunning figure brought a shot of heat to Steve's genitals. Although most of her legs were still submerged Steve got a view of her entire upper body. The stockings were not attached with garters and were somewhat drawn down by the water. Susan with a smile and a little giggle reached down to pull them up. As she did, she wiggled her narrow, prepubescent ass in a seesaw motion. When finished she straightened her torso, pushing out her small, but well-defined chest, displaying her charms for Billie's (and Steve's) delectation.

"Jesus," Steve muttered. "She's a fucking doll." His eyes fed upon her body, where the hard nipples protruded neatly from the clinging tank-top that was cut just above her willowy midriff, to the tops of her wet stockings where they adhered to her long limbs with water dripping down. On her well-structured, svelte ass clung a black thong that ran up the cleft between her legs, covering about an inch of flesh at that juncture.

The young girl exuded a titillating flirtatious persona, and yet, was demur in her demeanor. Although classic in her Anglo looks, her uptilted eyes hinted at a few drops of oriental blood. Her face said "innocent little girl", but her eyes and licentious body said, "precocious, unchaste slut".

The girl then took a tentative half-step toward the center of the tub where Billie was standing, giggled shyly and raised her hand to her mouth in self-consciousness. Billie closed the distance between them and placed his large hands almost around the entire circumference of Susan's tiny waist. She brought her arms up and placed them on Billie's shoulders. He lowered his head to place his lips on hers, wiggling his tongue up insider her mouth. She reciprocated by cupping the back of Billie's neck with her long, svelte fingers, and pulling his lips hard against hers.