Chapter 2
Vickie's thoughts were still troubled when she drove home to the apartment she shared with Connie Barnes and two other girls who were employed by the Lance Henderson Agency. Her night with Roy had been an eye opener. It brought into sharp focus the kind of life she was letting herself in for. When she first came to the city a month ago, after her Dad had remarried, and she no longer felt at ease with him and his new wife, she'd had visions of beginning a whole new glorious life.
She'd been referred to the Lance Henderson Agency by a friend. It was listed as a model agency. And to all intent and purposes it was. Lance had a string of girls whom he assigned to various tasks. Strictly legitimate. His girls graced parties, shopping center openings, political campaigns, and any event where the presence of pretty, young girls was considered an asset.
At first, Vickie was thrilled by the new job. It paid well. She got a big charge out of being the center of attraction at some of the events. She had the fresh, buoyant look of youth and a big, happy smile. At five feet six inches, weighing one hundred and twenty pounds on an adorable shape, Vickie was quite an asset to the agency.
Then Vance had moved her in with Connie, and two other girls. He called this his special group. He implied that Vickie would be expected to do more than just look pretty in the future. He hinted very broadly that sex would be a way of life for her, if she accepted the new assignments. Vickie had been inclined to reject the offering at first. Her knowledge of sex was infinitesimal. She didn't want to get involved.
Vickie still had illusions about the love and marriage bit. The feeling that someday she'd meet the right guy, settle down and live happily ever after. Her up-bringing had been geared to this aspect. She was an only child in a happy, well-regulated family. Until her Mom had died in a car accident a few years ago, Vickie had been a very happy girl with bright thoughts of the future. Her Mom's death had changed things. Dad had become morose and sad. His marriage a few months ago had changed Vickie's entire thinking.
She couldn't live with Dad and his new wife. She felt like an interloper in her own home. It just wasn't the same without Mom. She had moved out, come to the city after her graduation from high school, and was trying to establish a new way of life for herself. Her job with the Lance Henderson Agency was her first job.
She had rejected Lance's suggestions that she branch out with him. Lance had persisted in his efforts to get her to unbend. He had finally mentioned the magic word -- money! He had explained to Vickie that she'd still be on his payroll as a model, but he also explained that if she became one of his special models, she'd have a chance to make plenty of extra loot on the side. Money over which he'd have no control. It would be all hers. Whatever she earned in the way of tips and gratuities.
Lance explained that he had a certain obligation to some of his clients. Business men in the city for meetings and conventions. Party givers who wanted girls around to be available on call for anything -- at a price. Lance had to keep a stable of girls available. He convinced her she should give it a try. He began mentioning big sums of money she could earn if she cooperated. Hundreds, maybe thousands, of dollars.
Vickie had succumbed to the lure of riches. She had moved into the apartment Lance paid for and kept a few of his choice girls in. Lance managed to keep it all legitimate and keep himself in the clear. He sent the girls out on legitimate assignments, for a fee. What they did on the side to earn a few extra dollars was no concern of his, theoretically. Lance, of course, got extra high fees for his special girls.
The girls in turn got guys like Roy!
Vickie still shuddered while she relived the past night as she drove back to the apartment. The words that Roy had flung at her still rankled. He'd called her a fucking little whore!
Sure the words had been uttered in the heat of passion, during the hot love session. She, herself, had called him a few choice names during the session. But the implication was there. All too clear. For the first time in her young life, she'd been paid to fuck a man. She had stuffed the envelope he'd left for her in her purse, unopened.
It had been a turbulent night. Roy had acted like a little piggy who was afraid he'd never get another piece of tail in his life. Again and again during the night he'd attacked her. Again and again she'd responded. At long last, he'd been sated. He'd gotten dressed, left the motel, and had gone to the airport to catch a flight back home. Back to his wife and children. Back to his haven.
Tearfully, and feeling sorrowful, Vickie had climbed into her car and headed back -- to what?
She was still feeling remorse and shame when she entered the apartment and headed for the bedroom she shared with Connie. It was almost ten in the morning. Entering the room, she nodded to Connie, who was seated at the vanity, working on her fingernails and listening to music from the portable radio nearby.
"Hi, Connie!" Vickie flopped on the bed, kicked off her shoes, and leaned back.
Connie cut loose with a big smile. The dark-haired girl, who at twenty-two had been a full-time whore for four years, came over and sat beside Vickie. Her dark eyes were filled with questions.
"Well, it's about time! You sure made a night of it. How'd it go?" Connie was dressed in a loose-fitting gown that covered her voluptuous five feet seven inches of curvy shape that tipped the scales at one hundred and twenty-five pounds. Connie was a beauty. A curvy beauty.
Vickie propped her head on a pillow and gave way to her pentup sobs. "Oh, Connie!" she wailed, unhappily, "I'm so ashamed! He ... he was a beast!" This was not exactly a true description of Roy, but Vickie felt the need to establish an alibi. After the first some-what bestial assault on her, Roy had been very gentle and kind to her the balance of the night He'd reverted to the tender loving care routine and had handled her ever so gently.
Connie frowned. She'd had Roy on a few occasions. "Oh?" She giggled. "You must've brought out the beast in him." She leaned over and stroked Vickie's long, brown hair. "It wasn't really all that bad ... I mean, the first time you did such a thing, and all ... was it?"
Vickie relaxed under Connie's administrations. She liked this older girl. Connie had a way of soothing her, of cheering her up when she was down in the dumps. Like now. "I ... I guess it wasn't all that bad," she confessed, smiling wanly. "It's just that it was the first time I ever accepted money from a man for doing that! Ugh! I feel so cheap. So ashamed."
"How cheap was he?" Connie swung onto her side and stared down. She continued stroking Vickie's lovely hair and petting her face, and drying her tears with her fingertips. Connie adored this little teenager who'd been placed in her care. Vickie reminded her so much of what she had been a few years ago. When she had come to Lance as a bright-eyed girl with stars in her eyes and hopes in her heart.
Now, four years later, the stars in her eyes had dimmed, and the hopes were gone. During those four years, Connie had taken on a husband, had divorced him, and was now back in the groove again with Lance Henderson's agency. A shopworn model.
Vickie frowned. "How much? Gee, I don't know. He left an envelope for me." She sat up on the bed, reached for her purse and opened it. She tore open the envelope. She gasped at the wad of bills. She counted. "One hundred dollars!" Her voice was choked with awe.
"And you call yourself cheap! Hah! The most the old bastard ever gave me was fifty bucks!" There was a trace of envy in Connie's voice. She took the money from Vickie's shaking fingers and let it fall on her like confetti. Retrieving the money, and chuckling impishly, Connie said, "You sure must've made a big impression on old Roy. What'd you do ... blow 'im a few times?" She grinned.
Vickie gathering her money together and placing it back in her purse, flushed. "No, I didn't blow him. He blew me."
Connie grinned knowingly. "Yeah, I know what you mean. Roy is very oral." Reaching down, she rubbed her fingers up onto Vickie's thigh, almost to her pussy. "How 'bout letting me blow you, darling? I like to blow pretty girls, too."
Vickie stared at her roommate; then, figuring Connie was teasing, she hopped from the bed, went over to the closet and picked out something to wear. She figured she'd take a run into the city, open a bank account and buy a few things. She needed more clothes. And she needed a safe place to stash her growing wealth. Lance sent her a regular check every two weeks for service rendered, minus taxes, hospitalization and so on.
She still had a few of these checks on hand. Now, with this additional loot, and the promise of earning more, she needed a place to keep it.
After changing into the other dress, a neat mini outfit, she renewed her makeup at the vanity and brushed her hair. Then, looking like an adorable teen-ager, she said, "I'm going to take a run into the city. Buy a few things. Bilks has a big sale at the shopping center. Want to come along?"
Connie lay back on the bed. She shook her head. "Can't, darling. I've got a job this afternoon. Some big shot politician's making an appearance at city hall. I've got to be there, wearing the party regalia and in-spicing voters to vote for the bastard!" She grinned. "You go ahead. Have fun. Oh, and while you were gone, Lance called this morning. He mentioned an assignment for you ... for this weekend." Connie hopped up and went to the desk where the phone was, along with a notebook.
"Oh?" Vickie paused enroute to the door.
"You're to report to a Mr. and Mrs. Peter Appleton. They live on an estate about ten miles north of the city. I wrote down the directions for you to get there. They want you there by ten o'clock Saturday morning."
"What's the deal? Lance say?"
"Yeah, he mentioned something about this older couple. Seems like they bought this real old house. They renovated it completely. Made it into like a show-place. Spent plenty of money. They're rich. And now they got the place all fixed up, the guy's writing a book about it. A vanity-type book. You know, where he pays to get it printed."
"So what's this got to do with me?"
"He's going to take a bunch of pictures to go along with his book. And there's nothing like a pretty girl to jazz up a photo. They don't have any kids of their own, so they need a pretty young girl to pose around and about the place. You know, like in a bikini at their swimming pool In shorts at the tennis court, and climbing trees. That sort of stuff. Which reminds me, Lance said you're to take along a few changes of clothes and include a bikini and shorts. You dig?"
Vickie nodded. "Gotcha. I'm glad you mentioned it. Now, I'll know what to look for at Bilks. Besides, I do need a few things. S'long, Connie. Be seeing you."