Chapter 2: Molly Recruits a New Teen Model

Molly left Ted’s photo studio with a big smile on her face, and a warm glow in her pussy from having a big man-size cock stretch out her little pussy. By supper time, she was already horny again, and she was hungry from all the exercise, both at the studio, and walking home to the trailer park. She wanted to get a pizza, but she didn’t have enough money- she only had five dollars she had snuck from her old man’s wallet that morning.

She grabbed an apple, and a carrot from the nearly empty refrigerator in her trailer, and washed it down with a can of PBR, that her old man kept stocked up. After downing the snack, she tried to think about any girls she knew that she might be able to recruit as a new model for Ted. Most of the girls her age- sixteen- were already working at bogus jobs for the summer, some as lifeguards and some at the soft serve ice cream store, and a couple were camp counselors, gone for the whole summer. She took a walk around the trailer park, to see if she saw anybody who might be a prospect but came up empty.

The next morning, she walked down the road to the tattoo and piercing shop, where she had gotten the little star tattooed on her tummy, just above and to the right of her landing strip. She went inside, and sat in the waiting room, looking through the books of tattoos that were spread on a big table, like she was considering a new tattoo. The owner looked up, and asked what she was looking for, and she told him she was just browsing, to see what was available. He gave her a dirty look and went back to his work. She heard a girl yelp from inside the tattoo studio, and figured some girl was getting a piercing. Sure enough, about five minutes later, a skinny girl with an unruly shock of dirty blonde hair, cut in a short cascade cut, walked of the back room, with pierced ears, a belly button ring and a devil’s star tattoo on her left shoulder. She was tall and pale, and looked like she was about Molly’s age, sixteen or maybe seventeen. She had a mouth full of braces, her two top teeth still sticking out a bit under her upper lip. She wasn’t pretty, but with her little bubble butt and tits that were a little too big for her skinny frame, she was kind of sexy. She had on a loose, cropped t-shirt that sort of hid her boobs, but they still looked a little big for her skinny body. She had tight thin abs, and she had on a pair of grey sweatpants, with a string tie holding them up on her bony hips.

She smiled at Molly and said “Hi, I’m Becky- what are you here for?”

Molly smiled back “I’m Molly, and I’m not sure. I’m lookin’ through the book here to see what might look good on me.”

Becky looked at Molly, and said: “Aww, you’re so cute, any tattoo will look good on you. Or a piercing.”

As she mentioned piercing, Becky suddenly lifted her cropped t-shirt, and showed Molly her tits, where the nipples were a bright pink and where she had a new set of shiny stainless-steel barbells through her freshly pierced nipples.

“I just got my nipples pierced ... Whaddya think?” asked Becky, resting the bunched-up t-shirt on top of her firm tits.

Her pale tits were firm and perky, pointing almost straight out from her narrow chest, pointing slightly to each side. Her aureolas were a light brown, and the nipples were pink, and looked a little sore from the piercing. The tits were probably b-cups, or maybe c- pretty big on such a thin girl.

Molly stood up to look, and got up close enough to breathe her hot breath on the sensitive nipples. Becky shivered a little and giggled when Molly breathed on her nipples.

“Yeah, those little barbells look sexy through your nipples, Becky,” she said. “Did it hurt much when he pierced ‘em?”

“Just for a minute or two,” Becky said, as she looked down and put her hands gently under her tits and bounced them a little bit. “But they do make ‘em look sexy, don’t they? It was worth a little pain to make my titties look sexy.”

And just then, Molly had an idea. Even though the girl was no beauty, she thought maybe she might be the sort of dumb and suggestible girl who might be convinced to get some fashion model pics taken, even if she had no chance of ever being a professional model. And she probably liked sex, if she was gettin’ her nipples pierced.

“Ya know,” Molly began spinning her pitch, “I got a friend who is a fashion photographer, and right now he’s lookin’ for new models for the big fashion magazines. And you’re tall and cute, and you got a great body, ya know? Maybe I might be able to get you a photo shoot with my guy, and you might be the next big thing.”

Becky slid the loose t-shirt back down over her sensitive nipples, and looked, slack-jawed at Molly, with big innocent eyes. She smiled, then giggled a little.

“Shit, I ain’t good lookin’ like a model,” Becky said giggling, looking down at the floor, her scruffy blond hair hanging down over and around her face. “I don’t think no fashion photographer would waste time takin’ any pics of me.”

Molly stood up, and pretended to size up Becky as a model.

“Look here,” Molly said, putting her hands on Becky’s narrow waist, and then sliding her hands down to cup her ass in the sweatpants. “You got a nice thin model’s body, with a nice narrow waist, a cute little ass, and some nice firm titties. That’s exactly the kind of look that my friend Ted the photographer is lookin for. Trust me, Becky, you got the right look, and I can help you dress up so Ted will want to do a photo shoot with you.”

“Really?” Becky asked, her mouth again slack and wide open, showing off her braces and overbite.

“You are at least sixteen, aren’t you?’ Molly asked.

“Yeah, I turned sixteen this spring.” Becky said. “I been cleanin’ rooms at the motel down the road since I turned sixteen, to make money for tattoos and shit.”

“Well,” Mollys smiled a big grin, “I’m sure Ted will pay you $100 bucks just for a first-time modeling shoot, and if you get a modelling gig, you’ll be makin’ thousands every day. If I was taller like you, I’d have a chance to be a model ... So you should go for it! A hot girl like you shouldn’t be cleanin’ rooms for a job- you’re a natural model!”

“Wow,” said Becky, now clearly thinking about the possibility. “Ya really think you could dress me up to look like a model?”

“Oh, yeah, absolutely,” said Molly. “I’m really good at finding great outfits at the thrift store, so we can get you a complete outfit for maybe ten bucks. You’ll look smokin’ hot, I promise.”

“Cool, that would be awesome, Molly! Let’s go.” Becky was excited and bounced in her flip-flops and started toward the door. Her bra-less tits bounced under the cropped t-shirt as she bounded out the door.

As they walked across the street to the old thrift store in the run -down strip mall. Molly sidled up to Becky.

“There’s one more thing about this photographer guy, Becky,” Molly said in a sort of conspiratorial whisper. “He’s an older guy, probably fifty or so, and he sometimes likes to get his hands on your body, and maybe cop a feel or somethin’. He ain’t creepy or nothin’ but he’s kind of a horny old guy, ya know what I mean?”

Becky just giggled and looked at her new friend. “Shit, I don’t care about that. My old stepdaddy’s been grabbin’ my ass for years, so I don’t care about any of that shit. I kind of like older guys anyways! My old boss at the motel is always, grabbin’ my ass. And sometimes, if I’m feelin’ frisky, I let him.”

Molly grinned, and said, “Yeah, I’m the same way. Sometimes I like the way an old dude can fuck me hard and for a long time- not like these young punks who stick it in and then shoot their wad before I’m even warmed up. I even fucked old Lou at the thrift store here, once!”

Becky laughed, “Fuckin’ Lou. Yeah, he’s a horny old fucker, aint he. He’s fucked about every girl over fifteen around here, hasn’t he! He gets you off, though, don’t he?”

They walked into the thrift store and headed right to the girls/ladies section, with racks of shorts, dresses and t-shirts.

Molly told Becky first thing she needed was some tight shorts, or a short skirt to show off her long legs and ass. As they rifled through the rack, Molly found a black pleated mini skirt, in size small, that looked like it would fit Becky. She held it up, and Becky liked it, so she took it to the changing room, slid off her sweats, and put on the mini-skirt.

Molly was there when she came out, along with Lou, the dirty old man who worked at the thrift store.

Becky looked smokin’ hot in the tiny mini-skirt. It set-off her long lean legs, and it was short enough that her nice muscled thighs were visible under the skirt. She would definitely need panties under it, however, because Molly noticed when she bent forward to fasten her sandals, her whole ass was visible, as well as her pussy peeking out below the firm butt cheeks. Lou was checkin’ out her ass as well, and when she bent to strap on her sandals, Lou let out a low whistle, and gave Becky a big smile when she stood back up.

“I’ll help you pick out some shoes to go with that skirt, if you want, darlin” said Lou.

“Good idea,” said Molly, giving Becky a little push to go with Lou. “While you’re doin’ that, I’ll find a sexy top that you can wear over your sensitive pierced nips.”

Becky went off with Lou, and sat on the little shoe bench. He brought back a pair of big platform boots, like Doc Martens, and a pair of big chunky platform tennis shoes, in black with big black soles. When she raised a leg for Lou to put on a shoe, he looked straight up her skirt, where her naked pussy, with a light covering of blond pubes was on full display.

“That pussy looks good enough to eat,” Lou said with a leer.

“I’ll give you a rain-check, and I’ll come back later for that,” Becky said with a dirty smile of her own. “I’m too busy today. I got a modelling gig! And I think I’ll take these Doc Martens, if you can give me a discount.”

“You plan to come back later for that rain-check, and the boots are on the house,” said Lou, licking his lips as he continued looking up the girls mini skirt.

“Yay,” said Becky, putting the Doc Marten’s on both feet and standing up in the mini-skirt. She looked hot, the sexy short mini-skirt combined with the black boots over her ankles, contrasted sharply with her long legs and pale but muscular thighs.

Lou smiled, “If I do say so, Becky, you look very fuckable in that outfit. Very fuckable”

“Oh, Lou,” Becky responded, with a laugh, “you dirty old man. But that’s why we like you.”

They met Molly at the checkout, and Molly put a shirt on the table, a soft, thin light pink tank top with a big kitty face on it, the words “Hello Kitty” scrolled underneath.