When you're 21, in the prime of your life, you're female with a sensuous baby face and cute girlie figure naughty men are bound to notice you. And then there are some really naughty men who are absolute bounders for lust and enjoy tying a sexy young woman up so she's certainly bound to let them have their way with her.
In this down and dirty non violent episode the impish yet irresistible younger than Springtime looking Alice finds herself in the hands of a junk yard dealer whose main companion in life is his big guard dog Max.
Alice is told by the erotic modelling agency Companion's Corner that from time to time they get some odd customers and she's bound to come across an odd bod sooner or later. Business operators Bernard and Lani tell her they screen them carefully to make sure they're just sexually deprived, not sexually depraved for the model's safety.
Nonetheless tiny Alice is in for a taunting when she makes ties with the man they call Junkyard Johnny who runs a car wrecking yard just off the highway on the outskirts of town. Just getting there for her appointment at the end of the day was scary enough. After knocking off work from her day receptionist job at the doctor's surgery it's a further ten miles past her own foster guardian's log cabin where she lives. And even that address is not part of normal suburbia.
So she knows it's out in the sticks off the main highway. Alice drives past the place so she knows how to find it easier because it's going to be just on dark when she arrives for her early evening appointment. She's to ring ahead so he can let her in because to get to the house she must go through piles and piles of car wrecks through a large yard patrolled by guard dogs.
Alice gets home to get ready and rings Lani at the agency. "I just drove out there Lani so I'll find it in the dark, and it's real spooky. Are you sure this guy is all right? I mean is it safe for me?"
Lani's not surprised at her call. It's her third model who's rang back once they know where the place is but each time there's no problem and they all got a hefty tip. Sometimes when a randy man gives a young woman a big tip he's sometimes inclined to also give her the kind of tip she can used in her bank account.
"Don't worry Alice, this guy is okay and despite his looks and his surroundings he's clean. He knows he's got to be shower clean too, for when you arrive otherwise we wouldn't let you go there. Angela, Jessica and Ashleigh were spooked like you at first but he was okay; just that he's out there at that lonely place at night with his big dog Max for company. The man is big and burly and you'd take him a hillbilly kind of way, a bit like those mountain men in the film Deliverance."
"Oh that's just great, I saw that film and they were real spooky and horrible. Are you sure he's not a weirdo?"
"Yes darling, the local cops know him but not from breaking the law; he used to be in a bikie gang years ago but become a born-again Christian and changed his ways. He took over the car wrecking yard and is sort of like a model citizen these days.
"A re-born Christian is he? Oh halleluiah that's all I need; I hope he doesn't want me out there just to moralise about the sins of sex and vulnerable young women like me."
"He's okay Alice, as I said Bernard went right into it even checking with the local cops and while he looks rather offbeat he's pretty harmless. He's just a poor old prick now in his mid forties that never married and gets by with some occasional company of our models doing fantasy tricks for him.
"But you said he's a born-again Christian, is he into sex with strangers?"
"Alice pet, there are all kinds out there who believe in God, it's just that some of the religious ones are also religious about other things they believe in outside the church. Some of these religious people are very involved in sex whether it's mainstream, ritualistic or just plain kinky.
"Angela told me he's not the bit romantic type and sure doesn't look it but let's face it, in our fantasy model hire business we're not exactly into romance anyway as our clients want more than fluttering eyelashes and a kiss on the cheek."
"Okay Lani, I got it; but what's this about dogs? Big dogs frighten me, especially those junkyard dogs. I'd hate to get bitten by one," she says defensively.
Lani laughs. "I've seen his dog he calls Max. Don't worry, he can tell friend from foe, he's a trained guard dog, a German Shepherd retired from active police patrols, and could be quite savage if you were breaking into the place or stealing but Junkyard Jonny's trained him real well to like young women not scare them. He's guaranteed to lick you, not bite you. The other girls say he's a real pussycat when he goes in at night."
"What? He lets a big guard dog into his house?"
"Yes, don't forget Max is his company, he just sits and watches what he does, you know how some dogs sit there eagerly watching something panting with their tongue hanging out wagging their tail."
"Yes Lani I know what you mean, there's one a guy ties up outside the bottle shop where I go and this guy who owns him works there. Every time I walk to the door to go inside he gets up and wags his tail panting at me.
"Well there you go Alice, even a dog can tell you're sexy. I tell you, they're not dumb animals."
Alice gets off the phone feeling better about going to Junkyard Johnny's place since other fantasy models gave him the thumbs up (not fingers!) So as she motors out for her appointment she's got this description in mind of a man in his mid forties, a big man that looks a cross between a mountain man from the scary outdoor adventure film Deliverance and a bikie from Hell's Angels with tattoos on his broad arms and shoulders, a man who's never married and not likely to, definitely heterosexual and rapt in nice looking young women and he's a born again Christian. Hardly marriage material!
Lani's instructed her to go out dressed as a schoolgirl to give him a surprise since the man never had any children and he might appreciate something different to the airline hostess, nurse and secretary fantasy models.
Alice arrives in her school hat, navy pleated school tunic; tie with its fake emblem over her neat white cotton blouse and short white socks and basic black shoes. She carries a school bag to make it seem more natural and she's been told to hand him the teacher's report card made up by Lani for some spicy exam results.
At just four feet ten inches tall she's short and the bikie-looking Junkyard Johnny is a towering six feet six inches tall and built like a Mack truck. Despite being 21 she looks like a real schoolgirl. Her small size and trim overall size 10 body gives the impression she's just starting high school rather than supposing to be in her last year. Not looking her age means she always carries her age ID for legal reasons to protect the agency even though some clients don't bat an eyelid. Alice never wears a bra because there's basically little to cover up.
She's one of those young women who developed very late and her tits amount to big puffy mounds standing out about two inches from her chest on wide areolas. They look like their growing but they've grown about as far as they can go; at least the nipples are above average in thickness and stand up poignantly so they always appear erect. They're small, but delightfully provocative.
Amazingly for her, what was her nightmare admission to men – being of the extra tiny tits brigade - has so far proved to turn the men on all the more and she's forever wondering why. Lani and Bernard said it's because the predominantly older men she meets in Companion's Corner fantasy modelling work more readily see her as being like their young daughter still growing up and yet she's really hot in the cot as a tiny 21 year-old so they can pretend all they like.
Junkyard Johnny's received Alice's phone call from her car that she's just five minutes drive time away so when she pulls up she finds this mountain of a man waiting at the big double padlocked gates for her. A big German Shepherd dog stands beside him.
The schoolgirl gets out of the car and advances to the gate cautiously once she sees the size of the dog. "He won't bite ya, I've told him to behave as you're here on a friendly visit. He's a smart dog, he knows," the burly man calls out; just call him Max, that's his name."
"Hi Max," she calls out nervously never trusting any big dog.
"Here hold your hand out and let him lick ya and get a taste of yer scent so he knows yer okay," he suggests and Alice, ever compliant, does it while big Max licks the open palm of her hand and sends a little shiver along her spine.
"I've never been licked by a dog before; it tickled, she says. "I don't normally go near dogs in case they bite. Look at his teeth, and that huge tongue!"
"Yep just on eight inches long end to end and just on three inches across, sort of like puttin' out the pink carpet not the red carpet for visitors," he jokes. "He's a real pussycat when he gets to know ya."
Alice shudders but big Max just wags his tail twice as fast knowing in his dog-gone mind that Alice is here to please his master. He's seen it all before and even an Alpha dog can be voyeuristic as long as he's only looking.
"I hope he doesn't try anything too personal, I don't want to get scratched or bitten by any dog," Alice says trying to sound less subservient.
The man mountain laughs hoarsely at the thought. "Don't worry you won't see him doin' that," knowing that women get embarrassed if a dog gets his sniffer too close for their comfort.
"Hey lady, this is a smart dog, aren't ya Max?" he says talking to both of them in one breath. "He's got yer scent from yer hand and he's already summed you up. He knows yer here to give me a good time and he's smart, he just waits and watches because he's a trained guard dog, that's what he does, he watches what I do and makes sure everything's okay. His job's to protect me but I'm sure he likes yer looks already. See how he's waggin' his tail and hangin' his tongue out. He's talkin' to ya. That's how dogs talk."
"Good boy Max," she says more approvingly this time, hoping he stays a good boy.
They get to the house and he pushes the door open and steps in ahead of her. "Now let's go look at yer in the light," the hulk says. Alice follows him and Max, wagging his tail, follows behind Alice's cute tail.
Once the beefy one sees her under the full light of his big living room with her baby face and pigtails, tiny hands and no boobs sticking out, he frowns. "You're a schoolgirl eh? Well I don't mind if yer one of those senior high girls 18 years so yer legal coming out here for some frisky fun. And that's good service coming here without getting changed from school; that's a new one. Yer agency didn't tell me they employ high school girls."
"Well mister, I'm really 21, not 18 and thought I'd wear the school uniform. I was told you never married and had no daughter so I'm your senior high student daughter coming home from school for more lessons, homework and you putting me through an exam; well something like that."
He walks around her, studying her closely. "Yer a little spunk all right and not bad lookin' I'll grant you that but more like yer in junior high judgin' by the size of ya. "
"Well sir, I'm 21 actually."
