Chapter 1

I was just getting ready to leave for Cincinnati. I had to be there that night around 7 pm. I had an appointment.

I looked in my little black book for a suitable place to stop for a break on my way there. Ah, there we go: April Summers, now 19, living in Columbus. I quickly scanned her details. Perfect, and there were a couple of backup options for Columbus if things didn't work out with April. I vaguely remembered April. She was blonde with huge tits and took direction well. This description actually fit with a lot of ladies in my little black book, but that was the whole point. I only added young ladies to the book if I truly enjoyed myself with them. There was no point filling up the book with lesser conquests.

Ahh, do I detect a hint of disbelief there, dear reader? Well, read on. I actually do have a black book, although it's no longer little. I had to upgrade so I could fit in all of the db's. And, yes, I know, this is the new millennium, all of this info should be on my IPad and some of it is, but I feel more comfortable putting the more incriminating details in a book for some reason.

What's a db you're asking? No, not a defensive back, not this time. A db is a dumb blonde. Yes, preferably young and definitely female.

No, this is not a sexist story. Someone could just as easily write a story about a middle aged frumpy woman who scouts out hunky dumb jocks and convinces them to fuck her.

What? They wouldn't get it up? That's easily fixed. She gives the poor boy some porn. She tells him to close his eyes and fuck her or his peepee will fall off. How does she convince him of that? That's easy. He's dumb, remember? She makes up some stupid shit.

So yeah, this is not a sexist story. I realize that there are truly dumb guys as well as girls and about in the same proportion. This story may disrespect people with blonde hair, but listen, I speak from experience. There is a much larger percentage of dumb people who are blonde than there should be. Why? Because people like to dye their hair blonde and dumb people seem to do it more than average. I just had a very nice session with a db in Cleveland. Her name is Jawanda. And, yes her skin is black. But Jawanda dyed her hair blonde!

Anyways, back to Columbus. I rang the doorbell. A topsy young blonde answered the door with a smile.

"Yes, what can I do for you, sir?"

"Are you April Summers?"

"No sir, she's my sister. I'm May." She started to close the door.

"Just a second, Miss Summers. April has been pre-selected to become the newest member of our team. I was hoping to interview her. But you look like you might also qualify. Are you interested in applying?"

"Pre-selected?" she asked.

"Yes, we interviewed her last year. She was quite excited about joining. This was supposed to be the follow-up interview."

This was actually true. I 'interviewed' April quite extensively last year at the Midwest cheer expo, and April was quite excited when I deposited my sperm in her various holes.

"Sure, I guess, come on in Mr.??" said May as she opened the door with a smile.

"Johnson, Bill Johnson" I replied as I stared at her gorgeous tits.

"Damn, I hope this girl qualifies," I thought to myself.

All the signs were there already. After all, wouldn't most people ask for a few more details before inviting a stranger in? But I like to be thorough. Smart blondes are a lot more trouble than dumb blondes. I know from experience.

"How old are you, May?"

"I just turned 18 Mr. Johnson. Why?"

"Oh, that's good, May. We are only allowed to accept people who have reached the age of majority."

May nodded her head doubtfully. She had no idea what I was talking about. I really didn't need to go through any more formalities, but like I said I like to be thorough.

"May, could you please fill out this application and then there's a little test at the end."

"A test?" May looked stricken.

"It's OK honey, don't worry about it. Just try your best."

As May filled out the info sheet I took the opportunity to get a good look at her. I didn't really remember her sister all that well, but damn, I had to think that May must be even hotter than her older sister. Her breasts were huge and she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples were prominent and there was no evidence of fat anywhere on her body. My cock was almost bursting out of my pants in anticipation.

"I'm done Mr. Johnson," said May with a worried look. I guess she figured she had failed the test. She handed me her sheet.

I scanned through it quickly and looked at her test answers. She had absolutely no clue. None! She was perfect.

I checked a couple of boxes on the form and then filed it away carefully. I had a feeling May's info would be added to the book.

I looked up at May. She was very anxious. I gave her my best wide salesman's smile.

"You did great on the test, May."

"I did?" May jumped up and down and her breasts flopped every which way.

"Yes May, can we take this interview somewhere a little more private?"

"You mean like my bedroom?"

"That would be great, May."

May gave me a hug and pressed her breasts into me.