Meet Tegan O'Kennedy, born to a well-off family and raised in a small religious town in New York State. The girl had always been told she was so beautiful that she could be an actress or a model... And really? She was. The young beauty stood at 5'8 with a deliciously full thirty-B inch bust, a twenty-two inch waist, and thirty-five inch hips. She was well known for her gorgeous long red hair, the freckles that covered her whole body, her gorgeously full pouty lips and light green-blue eyes. Those that knew fashion said she could be Cintia Dicker's twin.
So, after living her whole life hearing nothing but compliments, the girl grew up a little vain and over-confident. She could date any boy she wanted, and she damn well did! Her friends never even protested how she stole their boyfriends, because she was well known as the girl about town who threw the hottest parties, had the best clothes, and drove the coolest car. Tegan wasn't used to hearing the word no, and she rarely did from anyone.
Of course, this was not to say she was promiscuous. No, Tegan knew too many girls who had given it up to their boyfriends and then become pregnant, and she thought herself far too good to stay stuck in her little town. Early on in her life, her father had allowed her to take a few modeling jobs in the big city of New York, and Tegan had been instantly hooked. When the photographers and agencies began asking for more, however, he had pulled her out, and refused to allow her to take another job until she had finished high school.
Well, she had graduated a month ago, shortly after her eighteenth birthday, and her graduation present had been a small apartment in a fashionable section of New York City. Tegan was delighted, and although her parents begged her to wait until the hot July weather passed, she piled up everything she owned, and headed to the Big Apple, determined, as so many teenage girls as vain and confident as she, to take a big bite and leave her mark.
It didn't take her long to set up in the fashionable and fully furnished apartment, and within a few days, she'd also made appointments with every high-level modeling agency she could think of. She was hardly experienced, but she was convinced that didn't matter. After all, she was gorgeous... and that's all that mattered, right?
Finally, it was here. The first day of the rest of her life... or so she told herself. Tegan dressed in a green sundress that matched her eyes by Marc Jacobs, worse the newest high-heeled sandals by Chanel, and carried a white Louis Vuitton bag. She allowed her gorgeous, thick red hair to cascade down to her mid-back, and wore only eye-makeup and a simple nude lipstick, as she was sure her freckles added to her beauty. Blowing herself a kiss in the mirror, and adjusting her heavenly full b-cup breasts inside the sundress, Tegan headed out into the world, sure she would return gainfully employed, sure to be flown out to some exotic shoot the next morning.
The first three agencies had explained that while she was indeed a beautiful young woman, she lacked the experience to be taken on professionally. The fourth gave the same explanation, and added on that she was a little old and a little fat, although she was really neither. Tegan left the office in tears, and hurried to the nearest coffee shop to wail on her phone to her best friend about how dreadfully unfair it all was.
As she hung up, still sniffling, Tegan was approached by Daniel Moreno. He was older, mid-thirties at least, tall with naturally tanned skin, gorgeous jet-black hair and brown eyes that could easily melt a young girl's heart.
"Miss? I'm dreadfully sorry to interrupt..." His deep voice was sensuous with traces of a Spanish accent, "But I couldn't help overhearing. My name is Daniel Moreno, and I run a modeling agency, 'Moreno and Domínguez'." He held out his card and then took her hand, bending down to kiss the back lightly.
"Oh? I wasn't aware I was being that loud..." Tegan sniffled out, her voice light but slightly whiney as she took his card.
"Ah, but you have every right to be angry... after all, how can you gain experience if these agencies are not willing to hire you!"
"Exactly! That is my point exactly-"
Daniel cut her off, eager to get to the point, "Well I do not run as well known of an agency as those you have mentioned, but at my agency we specialize with working with young models. We can give you a year or so of experience, and then we sell your contract off to the agencies that you've mentioned."
It was too good to be true, and that really should have been her first hint, but for all her confidence and vanity, Tegan was naive, especially when it came to the world of fashion.
"Really?!" Her voice was excited, and Tegan sat up quickly, her breasts straining against the fabric of her sundress, the cool air inside the coffee shop having caused them to become erect. "Oh, that's wonderful Mr. Moreno! Can I... Can I set up an appointment right away? For tomorrow?"
"Why wait until tomorrow? I have the rest of the afternoon free." Daniel's smile was seductively charming, "How about I give you a ride to the studio?"
Tegan was all to quick to agree, and how much she was impressed with the suave older man only increased as he paid her tab and led her out to a fancy black town car. They headed to a slightly seedier part of the city, but Daniel was quick to assure the young lady that this section was highly popular, and all the bigger companies were eager to buy buildings here, as the street would soon be more famous than Soho. Grasping her arm firmly, Daniel led Tegan into a building with blacked out windows, and past a bored looking receptionist that greeted him respectfully to a large and almost empty back room.
