Chapter 1

Diana entered the modeling agency, almost on a lark. At the desk, a pretty brunette by the name of Miss Jackie Janic, according to the nameplate, asked what she wanted.

"I would like to sign up as a model," she blurted out, smiling nervously.

"Do you have a resume, a photo spread?"

"No."

"Experience?"

"At the high school only."

"OK," came the disinterested reply, "fill out this application." She sat down at a desk across the room feeling the brunettes' eyes on her body. It took her about ten minutes and she returned to the desk.

"I'm finished, what do I do now?"

"OK I need identification, birth certificate or drivers license, what ever you have."

"I have both of those," Diana dug into her purse and produced them. The brunette wrote down some of the information on her application.

Well, the boss isn't here right now, we'll call you and set up an interview." Just then, a statuesque, full bosomed blond woman walked in. She was at least six-foot tall and appeared to be about forty.

"Any calls Jackie?"

"No Marg but this young lady is here looking for work as a model."

"So, you want to be a model, girl?"

"Oh, yes Ma'am, I really do."

The woman looked her over. 'Not bad, ' she thought, 'but definitely model material.' Five feet six, 120 pounds, 38- 26- 36. Black Hispanic descent, very pretty face.' She was an expert on body sizes and hardly ever wrong. She felt the black girl's eyes all over her body. "That was a good sign, this girl could have real potential. "Come on in, we'll talk." The brunette handed the application to the lady who then held the door open for Diana. She had a good look at Diana's rear end and winked at Jackie as she closed the door behind her. It was a large office with a desk, large bookshelves full of books and magazines, a couch and some chairs. The walls were covered with posters and pictures of models. "Sit there on the couch and get comfy."

She sat down at her desk right across from her. Diana tugged on her short skirt trying not to show too many thighs but with the couch being so low, her panties were probably showing. She crossed her legs when the lady seemed to focus on her crotch, "Well now lets see, your name is Diana and you've just turned 18. You are still in high school and finished this month." She looked into Diana's eyes. "You know you are too short and well build to fit the ideal models body, of course."

"Oh yes Ma'am, I know that but I thought there were opening for other body types sometimes."

"Well yes that's true but not very many and there is more to it than that you think, like poise, body structure, personality, persistence, talent, etc."

"Yes ma'am I've read about that. I am willing to work hard and take training and all that but I can't afford modeling school. I have younger brothers and sisters and my dad left years ago. It's hard for my mom to cope."

"OK, lets see you walk. Pretend that carpet runner is a runway." Diana got up and started to walk back and forth on a three-foot wide carpet stretching from one side of the room to the other. "That skirt you're wearing, the material is too thick; I can't judge whether your proportions are right. Take it off please."

"Take it off?"

"I am woman Diana, and a professional, if you want to show me your stuff, do what I tell you." Her voice took on an irritated edge.

"I'm sorry Ma'am I've never had an interview before." She undid her skirt and slid it down over her sculptured thighs. Bending down she stepped out of it and picked it up. She stood there looking a bit confused in her cheap coarse underpants and panty hose.

"Pantyhose is an absolute no, no; take it off. Put it on this chair, in front of my desk and start showing again. She removed them as she was told and stepped into her high heels. She continued her walk and after a couple of times back and forth, she got another order. "I think your proportions are good but that's terrible looking underwear. This business is about beauty, Diana. Your clothes are distracting my creative and artistic judgment. I usually tell recruits to go home and come back with proper clothing but since I'm very busy and you probably don't have any, I will give you a chance now. Take off your clothes."

Diana obeyed, bashfully, afraid not to get another chance. She removed her top, then her bra and finally her panties, placing each item on the chair. Totally naked, flushed and embarrassed, she put on her heels again and continued her walk. Marg got up from her chair and walked around her desk watching Diana's shapely naked body as she turned around walking away. She sat down on a straight chair at on end of the carpet, as Diana turned around and walked toward her. She watched the young girls large firm torpedo shaped breasts, with perky nipples set in two inch aureoles, bounce in a gravity defying dance beckoning fondling. Diana turned a short distance from her, presenting her large perfectly shaped protruding buttocks, near enough for Marg to have touched. Next time she came back and turned,

Marg ordered her to stop. She got up, barely able to keep her hands of Diana's luscious body. Getting in front of her she said that, she wasn't moving her hips right. She then put her hands on Diana's hips and told her to start walking again. As she walked backwards, pretending to be rotating Diana's hips, she was actually fondling her flesh. "That's it my girl, on the runway you walk with your hips not your feet." Diana felt like there were electricity going through her body, as Margs hands touched her skin, guiding her motion. As they walked, their large breasts bumped together several times. Diana's knees began to feel weak, as a strange warm feeling rushed through her veins. Her whole body felt like it was on fire. Finally, she almost fainted, collapsing into Marg's arms.

"What's wrong my dear are you sick?"

"I don't know, I just suddenly feel weak like my legs wouldn't carry me."

"I hope I didn't make you feel bad by touching you, or are you embarrassed being nude." Marg half carried her to the couch where they sat down, She put one arm around Diana's shoulder and with the other hand, stroked her stomach gently.