Chapter 1

'Have we realy sunk this far, ' thought the woman looking at the old warehouse near the docks of New York. This was a modeling agency? She missed the modern towers of glass in downtown Manhatten.

Late afternoon in New York and the dynamic, crowded city did not even notice the two beautiful women walking in their high fashion clothes into the E&I modeling agency.

With her sure authoritative walk, and more than a little arrogant bearing, Caroline Deveroux closed the distance to the entrance. Her long blonde hair swaying with her movement, her bright blue eyes hidden by her shades, even covered by her smart suit, anyone could tell she was a buxom woman. She kept her large bubble butt and full breasts hidden inside the heavy clothes. The woman exuded class and good looks. She was tall, with a thin build, her extra weight residing in her hips and breasts. She looked no more than 30, though she was already 36.

Jessica Deveroux, her only daughter, walked behind her, submissively as always. The eighteen year old blonde looked like a younger version of her mother, just taller, standing 5'10". She has the same blonde hair, only lighter, almost platinum, her doe-like blue eyes are big and curious, and her frame follows the same pattern, where her mother has impressive 38 DD breasts, the daughter has a big 36D cup, but much firmer, proudly standing up, pointing unaturally upwards even without a bra. Minutes later, a secretary ushured them inside the office of the CEO of E&I Modeling, Tyrone Jones

Jessica hid her nervousness well, but was afraid the man would notice her desperation. When she was 13 the world was full of hope and promise. She had been discovered by a famous modeling agency and was on the top of the world. Her beauty, grace, and childish manner conquered the market and soon she was earning more money than she could spend.

Her mother took hold of her carreer and protected her from the greedy people of the fashion world, becoming not only her best friend and guide, but her business agent. She had been protected from the perversions of the modeling world, all the wild sex and drugs, she had only one boyfriend, another model, but her mother would not have her endangering her own future and soon convinced her to end the relationship.

But the years had not gone as she dreamed. Jessica never became the super model she was promised. Her body changed too fast, she was no more the tall, skinny girl of some years ago. The market couldn't just accept the fact that she had grown into a voluptous woman, with large breasts, full hips and a big butt, even with a huge amount of exercise she wasn't able to return to a model's figure. Jess had plumped too much, looking more like a Baywatch babe then a model.

Her mother tried to help iron everything out, protecting her from the leacherous older men in the buisiness, and refusing many offers that were below her status as a successful model. Unfortunately, the offers had dwindled until they were non existent. Jess had not managed to do a photo shoot in the last year and the big money she had earned was already gone. She still had credit, but not for much longer. Her mother had sent her portfolio to dozens of agencies, but none had answered. Until now.

The letter from E&I Modeling renewed their hope. E&I was new in the market, and Caroline couldn't find out much about them. Their swinsuit division was apparently quite active, hiring lots of new models, especially the more full bodied ones like you see in car magazines. Unfortunately, her daughter's body had developed like those girls, though she still had an innocent face. Caroline found girls like that sleazy and hoped Jessica's photo shoots would be more tasteful. This was too good a chance to pass up though, and she was ready to grab it. It might even be their last chance.

Caroline Deveroux's heart was beating very fast, it was her last opportunity to avoid bankruptcy. Her beloved only daughter knew they had problems with money, but had no idea how bad they really were. In the last year they had spent all they had, and a lot they took from bankers, trying to live in the style they were accustomed too and meeting with the right people to make her career start again.

None of the 'right people' had given them a chance. Caroline was now aware that she had contributed to it, she had been too strict: no nudity, no revealing swinwear, no lingerie, etc, and she had always tried to negotiate the highest possible payment, which was just natural.

Of course, she had always been by her daughter's side during the photo shoots and more than once she had arguments with directors and producers, but it had always been for her daughter's best interests. She knew she had acquired fame as a pain-in-the-ass and as dificult to work with. But now it would change, Caroline was ready to be more realistic and accept things she usually discarded, the swinsuit shots for instance. As long as it saved them from the billcolectors.

Tyrone looked at the two beauties in front of him. They were taken aback when they saw the black giant at his desk, his ugly face was open, but intimidating, Only then had the two blondes noticed the firm was ran by blacks and it made them quite nervous.

They had lived most of their lives in Alabama and even with their globetrotting career both were still prejudiced against black people. But this was business and they needed the contract. Carol was conservatively dressed but it couldn't hide the fact that she was a hot woman, still in her prime even if widowed for 10 years. Jessica was stunning, her face was still youthfull, childish even, but her body was fantastic, the light summer dress she was wearing showed it to great effect, she was obviously not wearing a bra, the big breasts firm and pointy, the snow white skin was perfect and she had a killer smile.

Jessica was very confused, she was scared of the black goliath, he looked mean and strong, but she was unable to take her eyes from him, his every small move spoke of maleness and dominance. Her submissive nature was already making her wish to sign the contract and do as he told her.

A strange horniness was taking hold of her. She felt damp between her legs and her nipples were getting harder by the minute, embarrassing her as they pushed out the thin material of her dress. She wished she had worn a bra, but then they had never reacted like this before. She had never thought about a black man in a sexual way, but now it was all she could think about. She controlled herself as best she could, her mother would never understand how she could get hot for a black man.

They spent a few minutes with introductions and small talk. Tyrone scanned the information he had on Jessica's career. He recognized the desperation in their eyes and saw how long it had been since Jessica had a job. Even trying so hard to disguise it, both women were nervous and willing to take desperate measures to save their rich lifestyle. "Well, Mrs Deveroux, we are certainly interested in having Jessica among our stars." Tyrone talked with a friendly smile "we are ready to spend a lot of money and effort to make her rise again to the top..." both women hardly supressed the relief on their faces and Tyrone knew he had them... "... but there are other candidates, Miss Pamela Carter for instance has also shown interest in becoming an E&I model."

Pamela was another former teen marvel who was ostracised for her wild lifestyle. She was a beautiful brunette with huge tits and bright blue eyes, who had became an advertising star and acted small parts in good movies, but now was nearly forgotten.

"Mr. Tyrone, please, Pamela Carter is a sure source of trouble, and you know that..."

"She has the looks, the skills and the fame. That's what we need." He interrupted her.

Carol was shocked, she had never been interrupted like that before in a first meeting, usually she would start the argument, but somehow she wasn't able. This huge black man was just too powerful, he exuded masculinity and might. The arrogant blonde stood speachless for the first time in her life. She just stood there with her mouth open.

"We are aware that you used to be a... let's say consultant during your daughter's career," he continued calmly.

"Y-yes," she stuttered. Caroline Deveroux never stuttered! But even as intimidated as she felt her pigheadness took over. "And that's one condition I cannot negotiate. I must be near my daughter during all her shots."

"I understand..." Tyrone was ready for this, everything was going as planned. "I can accept that..." Carol was smiling inside, she had held her head up and won. "But I will not accept such a wild card in my business, it's running smoothly and I know you have had some past... arguments with some agencies." He saw the worry on their faces, they were not able to hide it, time for the final blow. "But I can make a deal with you both... I'll sign a short term contract, let's say... one week, and if everything goes well we'll sign the final one."

Caroline Deveroux spent the next two hours with Tyrone, reading the two contracts and asking about every little detail, until she finally accepted, closing the deal. A generous payment was promised if the first shoots went alright and the first day ended with two very happy blondes leaving the building.

Early the next morning, mother and daughter were at the studio in the warehouse, perfectly on schedule, acting as professionally as possible. Carol was dressed in a well tailored, knee-length skirt. She was talking with E&I's chief photographer, a well built and handsome black man named Latrell. He looked annoyed to be explaining the scene to Caroline.

Jessica and another model would be posing in a beach-like set, it had a lifeguard chair and a fake short wood fence on the side of the scenario, as if dividing the beach in two parts. Both girs would be trying to draw the attention of a muscular lifeguard with their bodies, while changing their swinsuits to draw his sight and, of course show off the bikini collection. It looked like some 60's Frankie Avalon movie to Carol and she agreed with the scene.

A young latinino looking girl named Carla was finishing the makeup for Jessica when the other model arrived. Carla was a charming little thing, she stood no more than 4'10", with a beautiful tanned body and cute latin face, her long black hair was well combed and shone lusciously. The small girl's body was thin in most parts, she had nice breasts, B-cups probably, wich stood firm and pointy, but her best asset was her unbeliavable bubble butt, it looked too big for her petite shape, it was round and full, but somehow it looked perfectly on her, the muscular legs completed her perfectly.

Carol had insisted on reviewing this models portfolio. Her name was Ann Dutton and had been with the agency for over a year now. She was beautiful and classy, former Miss Teen Idaho was listed in her credits.

"That's Ann," Carla leaned to whisper into Jess' ear. "Out of dozens of girls, she's been in our top ten since she got here. I bet she's worried you'll replace her. She doesn't like to be out done. She'll try to out do you, you know, show she's better, more daring and sexy than the new star. I know very well this young lady, I've worked a lot with her, she had done that many times, that's why she's still on top, by outstaging the newer stars..."

"D-do you think so?" Jess was scared to be competing with the beautiful Idaho girl. Ann was less then twenty, but already had Caroline's poise and class.

"I'm sure of it Miss Jess, I've seen it before."

Jessica took a deep gulp of her water while thinking what to do. Despite her worried state and nervousness, she was feeling horny again as she emptied her cup. The submissive teen discreetly walked over to her mother noticing Ann's defiant stares towards her. More than a little scared, she spoke to her mother of everything she heard. They talked over the problem, unknowingly drinking water from a cooler laced with Xcite.

"Jess," said her mother. "I trust your talent. Just try to do your best and surely you'll beat this slut..." they glanced at the former Miss Teen Idaho as she took off her robe, revealing a perfect young body with large, firm breasts, slightly bigger than Jess', but not as unaturally pointy. The bitch was talking to Latrell and clearly flirting with the handsome black man! Her hair was curly brown and shoulder length. Her body was a deep, golden tan. Ann had a thin waist, with a smooth, flat belly, except for a slight, sexy bulge under her navel. Her hips were well rounded and they curved out from her waist. But her best asset were her breasts. They were large for her small figure, making her look over-proportioned. They curved upwards proudly and her nipples were already hard, poking out half an inch, making two big points on the sheer fabric of her tiny bikini top.

"M-mom! Look at her, sh-she's..." Jessica was shocked, she had never thought a model as Ann Duton would use such methods to asure her position, flirting with a black guy! She would never do such a thing herself, good white girls would never soil themselves by mixing with this kind of people. But there was Ann Dutton, laughing and brushing her ample mounds on Latrell's muscular arm. "What a whore!"

Caroline Deveroux was disgusted, she had taught her only daughter well and her baby would never offer herself to a negro like this. Never had a woman of her family had any intimate contact with a black man, and that was the way it's supposed to be. The sight of the young white girl teasing the huge black man was making her sick and nervous as it clearly gave her an advantage over the cold, distant Jessica. But somehow, Caroline was feeling a strange tingle in her body, each time Ann brushed her impressive boobs on the ebony giant. She felt her vagina throbbing, as if it was jealous. Her nipples were growing along with this strange excitment as she watched the sordid scene.

"Ok everyone, Mark has arrived, we may begin now," yelled Latrell.

Mother and daughter were relieved, the anouncement had broken the building tension, but had not stopped them from feeling how soaked their panties were, hot with a weird hornieness. Then they saw the male model, dressed in a small trunk that barely covered a bulging crotch. He was black!