Gullible Schoolgirls Taken

Jenny Liu and Wendy Wong raced over the hill on their bicycles: Jenny in her school uniform, Wendy in her gym suit. They felt happy and carefree on this sunny, warm day enjoying the wind on their faces. Their carefree morning was about to end.

We lounged at the bottom of the hill enjoying a few after breakfast beers. We, being me, Pete and Chad. It was already 8AM. Time for some action.

Pete called out, “Two cuties coming over the hill.”

Chad, chugging a beer, replied, “I’m bored. Anyone wanna fuck’em?” He hadn’t even bothered to look.

I squinted at the girls and tossed in my two cents worth, “School girls. Haven’t had one of those for a while. Let’s fuck’em.”

Pete, always the pessimist, griped, “So, how we going to get’em to stop?”

Thinking quick, I urged, “Chad, go get that sign we used for the Model Agency scam. That’ll stop them.”

Chad ran to our travel trailer, dived in, and, seconds later came out with the old wooden sign with the hand-painted lettering:

MODELS Wanted
Top Model Agency

Funny thing about wannabe models; even a cheap sign will lure them.

In case you were wondering, we’ve been going around the country stealing from the rich and giving to the poor: us. Whenever the chance presents itself we help ourselves to a nice piece of ass; usually an unwilling ass. Our last piece of ass was last week. We were in the middle of cleaning out a lady judge’s jewellery when she came home early from court. Tasty. Yelled a lot. Got fucked anyway. Warned her that we’d post naked pictures of her on the internet if she told anyone. Left her whimpering on the floor in her birthday suit.

As the girls neared we noticed they were young, fresh, ripe.

Chad “stumbled” into their path. Their bikes squealed as they braked. The one in the school uniform fell off her bike revealing delectable thighs as her skirt slid up her legs. The one in the gym suit shouted, “Hey, watch where you’re going.” Bit of an accent.

Chad apologized humbly, “Sorry, girls. I’m clumsy. I just wanted to post our sign.” He waved the sign at them so they could see the big letters declaring: MODELS WANTED.

As the one on the ground got up, they both stared, with starry eyes, and said, in unison, “MODELS!!”

Already biting at the bait. I knew we had them hooked. Now to reel them in.

Pete stepped up saying, “Yes, girls. We’re in a bit of a bind. A big new client wants some new models right away. They want fresh models, not ones that have been around a while.”

I chipped in, “Yeah, and our advertising isn’t bringing us the right sort of girl so we thought we’d put up a sign here to see if we can find brand new talent.”

Chad slyly added, “You don’t happen to know any girls that might be interested do you?”

The girl with the ponytail, blue gym shorts and a red tank top gushed, “What about us?” She poked the girl with the long loose hair, red tartan skirt and starched white blouse.

The other, younger girl, jumped when poked, stared, took a deep breath and said, “Uh, uh, O…K. I guess. Me too?”

I don’t think she was sure she should be talking with us.

“What are your names?” I asked while trying not to leer too obviously. I noticed Chad and Pete looked rather hungry, and not for food, as their eyes took in the lovely charms of these young ladies.

The gym suit girl said, “I’m Wendy Wong.”

The school uniform girl shyly added, “My name is Jenny. Jenny Liu. We have to get to school.” She looked at the ground, avoiding all eye contact.

Wendy poked her again and said, “We’re early for school. Do you really need new models?” She tried to strike some kind of pose that was probably meant to be a model’s pose.

Chad smiled broadly, eyes bright, and assured her, “We certainly do Miss Wong. We need two new models right away.”

Pete added, “The two of you look just right. Let’s go inside and talk.” He waved at our trailer.

Jenny nervously glanced at Wendy and said, very quietly, “We have to go to school.” She was still looking at the ground and had started to nervously twist her hair with one hand.

Wendy looked at the trailer from the corner of her almond shaped eyes saying, “Um. What do we have to do to be models? Should we come back after school? Do we need to bring our parents?”

Chad, smiling even more widely, obviously ready to reel the suckers, I mean, the girls, in, said, “Miss Wong, Miss Liu, I think you have everything we need. If you sign our contract we can guarantee you”ll be our models. Can you travel to Paris or Rome?”

The Paris and Rome part was a nice touch. The contract, that was new to me. I liked the Wong girl’s eyes with the typical Asian eyelids.

Jenny had been trying to tug Wendy away until she heard about Paris and Rome.