The blonde put a strain on the already squealing brakes of her old VW Bug. A busty girl with a hell of a tan ran out of a house and slammed the screen door. Sunglasses bobbling, the back of her thighs slid across the worn leather seat. She loved that summer sting on the back of her thighs.
“Tell your Mama you’re sleeping over?”
Second gear stuck, but it was summer and they had opportunities waiting.
Two little redneck girls sashayed into the “Modeling Agency” at two O’clock. They gave the receptionist their names and re-glossed their lips. A few minutes later out popped the man they were supposed to meet. That Rick guy. He was all smiles. He ushered them into his office. It was ornate for a strip-mall business. He arranged to have his receptionist take one girl away to get a polaroid while he spoke with the other.
The busty girl walked into the room with music pumping through the speakers. She walked to the “X” in front of the camera. The receptionist informed her that at this agency, they want you to smile and take pictures of your best assets. She said that The Agency liked for it to be a fun experience. It was, for a little while. The music was loud and she was dancing. The receptionist played her part. She put her chips in. The girl never saw the pictures, but they were all polariods, and they all went into a file marked 74.
The blonde had been in his office answering perfectly normal questions about scheduling around shoots and traveling mixed in with the personal information that he actually needed. She was the one who volunteered their alibi for that very night, thinking it was a funny quip, funny indeed. After her interview, she was unknowingly asked questions about her friends, boyfriends, school, medications, family, money, etc… He had to end the interview with her. History Completed – File #75.
They switched girls, but the situation was exactly the same. Only the file numbers were different.
When everyone filed back into Rick’s office, the two girls sat in the chairs facing his desk. Different men began entering the room, keeping silent, but taking place. He bumped eye contact between different men around the room and the girls.
The air was heavy with excitement and naivety until Rick broke the silence.
“You’ve both been selected to enter The Agency.”
He explained to them about The Training House that they would both be moved to immediately. Once they graduated, they would be available to The Academy Slave Block, where each of them would no doubt bring in large sums of money, bringing pride to both The Academy and The Training House.
That was it. Both girls were obviously confused. Their attempts to interrupt were thwarted.
As soon as Rick stopped speaking, four of the suits took hold of the girls to escort them out of the office and into the vehicle that would take them to the house.
The blonde girl screamed as she wrestled with the men that overpowered her, “This is NOT what we signed up for!”
Rick chuckled, set his drink down and slid off the corner of his desk. He sauntered over and pinched her cheek forcefully.
“I know. I signed you up for it.”
See who else is being wicked this Wednesday…