Chapter One
"Maxine, you sure look like shit," my best friend Amy Sue says while staring at my naked body. "You look like something that's been ridden hard and put away wet."
"Well, I've just fucked the entire football team," I reply. "So I guess that I have been ridden hard. And, I'm still very wet with all this cum in and on me. But, I'm sure not ready to be put away yet."
Of course, we're both stoned and drunk while we're sitting around the backyard pool at Amy Sue's parent's house in the early morning hours after our high school graduation party. Not only that, but we both just finished pulling a train with the entire football team. We've both got cum leaking out of our cunts and assholes, as well as dripping from our mouths. But, right now we're beginning to sober up a bit.
Suddenly reality begins to set in as we wonder what our future will hold. I know that my parents want me to go to the local community college. But, for what? I've got no interested in continuing my schooling. In fact, I want out of school permanently. However, they want me to go, and who knows. Maybe I will find someone with a big cock and lots of money there. Yes, I'm what some people call a 'Gold Digger'. Others just call me a 'whore' and a 'slut'. All three names fit.
"Hey," Amy Sue says. "Last year my cousin went to New York and is doing quite well as a model. Maybe we should do the same. Hell, we've both got hot bodies, and I'll bet that we can suck and fuck our way into a hot modeling career if we try hard enough."
"But, my mom and dad want me to go to college," I reply.
"Fuck that," Amy Sue says. "And do what? Get your 'Mrs. Degree' and become a walking, talking baby factory? Fuck that!"
Well, I've got to admit that the idea of going off to New York in search of a modeling career is much more interesting than going to the local community college for the next one or two years. The more Amy Sue tells me about her cousin, the more interested I become. Eventually, I agree and we decide to go to New York together.
Of course, my parents throw a fit when I tell them that I'm not going to school anymore. In fact, both of them tell me that they're not going to finance my 'New York vacation', as my dad calls it. Amy Sue gets a similar reaction from her parents. So, a week later we pack our clothes, and our CDs, into several old suitcases, board a Greyhound bus, and head for a life of fame and fortune in New York City.
However, when we get there we find that every modeling agency in town that we contact already has its stable of established, and proven, models. What's worse, we are among thousands of beautiful young girls who just graduated from high school that are trying to start a modeling career in The City.
It doesn't take us long to learn that we need jobs quick since we don't have much money and living in The City is expensive. Our only options, like most young girls trying to break into either show business or modeling, is to work as a server in some restaurant or bar, or as an office administrative assistant.
We both agree that the first option will subject our feet, and probably our asses, too much abuse. So, we agree to look for work as administrative assistants while we're waiting for our break into modeling. Eventually we both answer an ad for jobs with a medium-sized Madison Avenue advertising agency.
"Gladys, tell Mr. Adams that there are a couple more applicants out here for the two sexretary openings."
"Sexretary?" Amy Sue asks. "I don't think so. We're not whores. We are only interested in becoming administrative assistants. Nothing more."
"Listen, you dumb cunt," she replies. "At this company, all administrative assistants are sluts and whores. Either you put out for the boss or you starve. Make up your mind which you want to do."
"Janice, you're wanted in the conference room," a middle-aged guy who just entered the reception area tells the bitch sitting at the receptionist's desk.
She quickly grabs her purse, checks her make-up, and re-applies another coat of bright red lipstick before heading down the hall. As she walks away we are able to see that she's wearing a very short, very tight mini skirt -- one that barely covers her ass while she walks. That is, if what she's doing can be called walking. She sure knows how to shake her booty as she heads down the hall.
"Welcome, to Townsend, Wiggins, Anderson, and Torzinski, Inc. Or, as we're better known around the industry, T.W.A.T." the suited man tells us. "My name is Howard Adams, and I will be conducting your interviews. Please follow me."
Amy Sue and I spend the next 30 minutes answering most of the normal types of questions that we expected during a regular job interview. You know the type: Background, education, family, future goals, etc. Boring stuff. But, that's when the conversation suddenly turns kinky.
He starts asking us about our sex lives. What we like to do when having sex? How many times we've been fucked? Have we ever taken it in the ass? Do we like bondage? Really kinky, personal stuff. Well, we both need the jobs, so we both answer his questions as honestly, and as sexily, as possible.