Scum Take a Mother and Daughter

Ashley dashed out of school thrilled to be free of classes. On this, the last day of school before Easter break, she wore her freshly pressed, clean school uniform: crisp white blouse, navy wrap-around tartan skirt, long blue socks, black pumps and a navy blazer. Underneath she wore the white cotton bra and panties her mother had bought for her. Her long red carrot-top hair was in a pony.

In high spirits she rushed to her mom waiting by their expensive BMW. Mrs Marie Upshaw, wearing her long blond hair loose today, smiled at her daughter. Mrs Upshaw wore her new chic red knee length skirt, white silk blouse and red high heels. Underneath she wore mid thigh fishnet stockings. She planned to tease her husband later with the stockings, that is, if he managed to get home from work. Her hot-shot lawyer husband was always late and always so conscious of his public image. He would tolerate not the slightest hint of a scandal that might damage his standing in the community.

I watched from the window of our travel trailer. We had put out our old wooden hand-painted sign that said:

MODELS Wanted
Top Model Agency

Pete, Chad and me were working the Model Agency Scam this week. We conned mothers into paying $750 for talent photos of their daughters. Of course, once we got the money, we just skipped to the next town. We got their money, they never got the photo session. The scam was good for about $6,000 per week.

Last week we got a little extra — we conned a couple school girls, drugged them and enjoyed their fresh nubile bodies. Yum.

So far today no takers. Hopefully that would change in the next few minutes. School was getting out. Rich-looking parents waited in the parking lot.

Marie Upshaw glanced at the trailer sitting in the corner of the lot. She grinned upon seeing the sign: a modelling agency! That would be a perfect Easter present for Ashley.

Pointing at the trailer, Mrs Upshaw said, “Ashley, how would you like to be a model?”

Ashley tried not to groan. Another of her mother’s goofy ideas. Why would she want to be a model? All she wanted was a nice quiet room and some good books.

Ashley gave a small smile and replied, “Well, Ok, if you think so.”

Marie put her arm around Ashley and they headed toward the trailer.

I called to Pete and Chad, “Couple suckers on the way. Get ready to take their money.”

Chad grumbled, “It’s Friday. I just want a good fuck. Some girlie we can take turns holding down.”

Pete added, “Yeah. Something with a bit of fight.”

I agreed. But, money first, find a fuck later.

I opened the door to greet the woman and her daughter. The woman had money written all over her. This would be easy. Maybe we should up the price to $1,500. After that we could go downtown and find some drunk chick to screw.

“Hello Ma’am. How can we help you today?” I gave them my best upright, honest smile.

“We saw your sign. You’re looking for models?” Mrs Upshaw asked.

“Certainly. Were you interested or would it be your daughter?” A bit of flattery always made the purses open easier.

Mrs Upshaw smiled, “My daughter always wanted to be a model. Can we come inside and talk?”

This one was sold already. A mere $2,000 for the photo session. Yes, open your purse sweet little bitch I thought.

Ashley piped up, “Mom. I don’t …”. Her mother hushed her up right away.

An eager Mom and a reluctant daughter. How nice.

“Of course, come on in. This is Chad and Pete, my associates.” I ushered them in.

Pete smiled and had the mother sit at the table we used for a desk. The daughter sat on the sofa and helped herself to the refreshments on the side table. The refreshments were brownies laced with a cheap hallucinogen — if you ate them you would be unable to think clearly and your good judgement would fade. It helps in parting suckers from their money.

Pete got their names and gave the mother the pitch, he gave her a brownie too. Very nice people. I like to take money from nice people. Gives me a warm feeling.