Episode 3: January 11th, 1998
Lester Graves, owner and founder of the up and coming Tricked Chicks magazine and all around failure in life, was driving a rented emerald green Lexus. It pulled off the street, passed a countless entourage of parked cars, pick up, station wagons, vans and occasional motorcycles, drove past a jewelry store, a book store, a pet
store and a butcher shop, and parked in front of a video game store.
Standing in front of the store, the next girl in Lester's revenge plans stared at him with pretty brown eyes. Her name was Vanessa, and watching from safe warmness of the car Lester saw that she was just as pretty as he remembered her from the day she came in and asked about modeling for his magazine. Vanessa wore a heavy Raiders jacket and heavy jeans. It was eleven degrees outside, and that wasn't even considering the wind chill. He reached across the seat of the emerald green Lexus
and opened the front passenger side door. Vanessa walked over to the car, opened the door and came in. She smelled slightly of bubble gum. Her breath smelled of peppermint. She seemed a bit nervous.
"Sorry about all this," Vanessa said. "If my boyfriend wasn't such an asshole I could have made it on time, and you wouldn't have to pick me."
"Not a problem," Lester pointed out. He would have done anything to assure the arrival of a model. His magazine depended on these beautiful girls. "Buckle up."
Lester took off, needing to escape the shopping area and all these people. Lester never felt comfortable among masses of people. The emerald green Lexus shot back on to the street. Mastering the car like a trained stunt man, he got past a series of cars, making his route to the office faster. A few drivers blew their horns at him,
others opened up their windows to scream at him, none of this bothered Lester though. Sitting next to him was the third girl who would be featured in Tricked Chicks magazine. He needed seven girls to make the first edition of his magazine
complete. Four other girls waited for his phone call at home. He had their names in files back at the office.
Lester took a left turn and missed smashing an old lady with a walker by about ten inches. He offered no apologies, he gave no amount of shit. As far as Lester was concerned, the old lady was walking in his way of revenge. If the Lexus were to kill her, it would have been her own damn fault.
"Where'd you get you license?" Vanessa asked.
Lester only smiled at the remark. "Got a schedule to keep," was what he said after they waited in silence long enough. "You and your boyfriend fighting?" Lester felt it necessary to break the ice.
"Always," she sounded said.
"May I ask why?"
"Lots of things really. I don't think he likes me anymore. He's always talking to these nasty slutty girls now. He never calls me at home. He never does anything with me. And I guess I'm also starting to hate him."
"Maybe it time you broke up," Lester said. He enjoyed playing games with their minds. He could really act like one them caring sensitive types who loved to listen when he wanted too.
"I thought we'd be together forever," Vanessa said. "I guess I was wrong though. I can't be with a man I don't love. Can I?"
"Not if you want to be happy."
"Do you really think I'll make a good model?" she asked suddenly. She didn't want to talk about her failing relationship any longer. It was making her sad. Lester saw it as breaking her down for later on.
"You're a pretty young lady," Lester pointed out. "You'd make an excellent model. And I bet after some of those big time modeling agencies see you in my magazine you are going to get all kinds of offers."
This seemed to make Vanessa happy again. Her pink lips formed a smile. They drove to the office without saying another word. Vanessa thinking over her future as a model. Lester thinking over how he was going to trick Vanessa into doing very naughty things with him. He'd done twice already, but neither of them girls
had boyfriends. Would this game be harder? Or had he broken he down enough? He pulled to the curb in front of his small office.
"Kind of small, ain't it?" Vanessa asked.
"It'll do," Lester said, "for now."
She followed him through the doors. The office was empty as usual. Since the opening week there hasn't been anyone looking to be a model. Lester pretended this didn't bother him, but with only two girls completed, one ready for the taking
and four left, Lester only had enough material for one issue. If nobody else came he would be out of business after the sale of his first magazine.
"Follow me," Lester said. "The shoot takes place in back. Leave your coat here." She talk off her coat and followed Lester to the back office. Dale had already fixed the lighting and was preparing the camera for the action.
Once again, it was show time.
*****
Dale was behind the camera doing the thing God had put him on this earth to do. Lester had to admit that Dale was a very talented cameraman. Reviewing the pictures from the first shoot with a young girl named Toni and the second girl, a young and more beautiful girl named Caroline, Lester noted that the man definitely knew when to take the picture. Two days ago he had selected the photos he would use from the Caroline shoot. He had selected eight shots with the blond beauty fully clothed, five with her in bra and panties, six with her bare breasts exposed, nine of her giving him a blowjob and six with Caroline's face covered with cum. Choosing the pictures were the hardest part of the job.
Vanessa posed. Her body was slender, dark and skinny. Her breasts were small and pointy and sticking out of a Chicago Bulls jersey. She bent over and gave Dale a nice shot of her tight ass imprinting in her jeans. She had caramel color hair, long and streaking with black. Her gray glazed in the glow of the lighting. Her teeth
were perfectly light, her lips were thickish, red and looked like they'd feel good on his cock. Vanessa lifted her shirt half way up, she stopped just before she revealed her bra. She was teasing the camera. Her stomach was flat and perfect. Many men would drool over this girl for a long time.
Lester remembered Vanessa's file. She was an eighteen year old high school girl like Toni, the first tricked chick, had been. She was unemployed at the time, but she worked in a few clothing stores at one time. After high school she wanted to be a nurse, if she didn't make it as a model of course. She wanted to get married and have five kids or more when her life was established to the point of comfort. To be young, Lester thought back when he read the file. Life was never comfortable. If she did have the kids, Lester wondered if she would keep the magazine of her first modeling job in her house. He wondered if her future kids would stumble her in all her glory. This brought a smile to his face. A wicked smile.
Vanessa lifted the shirt up higher. From his sofa, Lester could a small section of the bra. He knew this was the perfect time to make an offer. "Take it off," he said simply. "You'll be doing yourself a favor if you show more skin. Think of all the other models you've seen in magazines." He watched Vanessa think about it for
about ten seconds. She decided rather fast to take Lester's advice. He'd owe the real models of the world a small favor, for if they weren't so sexy and always flashing off their bodies in sexy clothing, Vanessa may not have even considered
listening to such advice.
When the shirt came off her body, Lester's eyes almost popped out of his head. She wore a black bra that was a size to small. Her little orange sized breasts filled in the fabric quite well. Her darkened tanned stomach and cute belly button were the icing on the cake. She was the prettiest girl he'd even seen, even if she was a bit too skinny, and Lester needed her really bad. He had the erection to prove it.
