Tales Of A Supermodel Pt 01

During the 80s and 90s, one woman truly redefined the modeling industry. I'm sure you've heard of her, everyone has. Her career was legendary. She walked the runways for the world's top designers, appeared in countless advertisements, starred in commercials, TV shows and several motion pictures. She was featured on covers of every major fashion magazine and earned hundreds of millions of dollars over her long and distinguished career. Her name was synonymous with supermodel. Her name: Destiny.

This is the story of how she became the greatest supermodel of all time.

Early on in her modeling journey, Destiny showed a lot of promise. She was still in high school when she began working on building her portfolio with catalog work and modest advertisements. However, once she turned eighteen her career really took off as she began booking bigger production shoots with top-tier photographers. But there was a deep, dark secret behind why her career all fell into place.

It was 1984 and Mr. Greenstein was the mogul of the modeling world. He had a reputation for being tough, but he had also discovered countless models, far more than any other agency. Destiny's future in the industry hinged on her meeting with him.

Destiny's stomach bubbled with nerves as she sat in the agency waiting area. Mr. Greenstein's assistant, Betty, walked over and gestured for her to follow. With graying hair and mature appearance, Betty reminded Destiny of a woman from the 1950s. She almost looked out of place in a modern modeling agency. As Destiny entered Mr. Greenstein's office, she caught Betty's eyes. They were full of warmth and sorrow and made her wonder if something was wrong.

Mr. Greenstein's office was located in the corner, high atop a prominent New York building with breathtaking views of Central Park and the Hudson River. It was an office reserved for the powerful and privileged. Behind a large mahogany desk sat Mr. Greenstein. He was rather portly, with gray hair and an unkempt beard. It was rather ironic that the most powerful man in the industry was far from the conventional image of allure.

"Take a seat," Mr. Greenstein said.

As she sat down in the chair facing his desk, Destiny's heart raced with excitement.

I hear you're doing excellent work for us. The feedback so far has been very positive," Mr. Greenstein praised.

"Thank you, Mr. Greenstein, I've been working very hard," Destiny responded.

"Has it been to your liking? Are you enjoying it?"

"It's been a dream come true and I've learned so much too."

"That's wonderful. Destiny, I'll get right to it. You're an incredibly talented model, with that look I've been searching for. I believe you can be our next big supermodel," Mr. Greenstein said.

"Serious? You really think so?"

"We wouldn't be having this meeting otherwise," Mr. Greenstein confirmed. "But I need to know that you can sustain this level of dedication as it carries far more responsibility than the smaller assignments you've been doing and involves significant investment from my company. You'll now be working with top photographers representing premier brands."

"I'm ready!" Destiny exclaimed. "This is all I've ever wanted." She was incredulous, but tried to remain composed, not wanting to show too much enthusiasm.

Mr. Greenstein gave a warm smile. "That's exactly what I wanted to hear," he said. He walked to the other side of his expansive office. "Come," he beckoned as he sat on a plush office couch, his substantial frame taking up the middle seat.

Destiny got up from her chair and walked over towards him, but he stopped her by extending his hand.

"Give me a twirl," Mr. Greenstein instructed, gesturing with a small wave of his hand.

The request felt a bit unusual, but Destiny reminded herself she was a model. She rationalized that it would make sense for him to assess her physique. She was dressed in a pair of skin-tight designer jeans and a sapphire halter top that accentuated her 5'11", 120lb frame. She had deliberately selected this shirt not only for its ability to bring out the vivid blue of her eyes and the striking hue of her natural blonde hair but also because it highlighted her 36 C bust without being overly provocative. She completed a lighthearted twirl, allowing her hair to dance freely with the movement. When she turned back to face Mr. Greenstein, he was sporting a satisfied grin.

"Very nice, you really are a superstar," he said.

Mr. Greenstein gently patted the sofa cushion next to him inviting her to sit beside him. Destiny approached cautiously and sat up against the armrest in an effort to create as much distance between them as possible.

"Now, I'm prepared to make a substantial investment in you," he began. "But I need some reassurance that you're capable of handling the high-pressure situations and strong personalities you'll undoubtedly encounter. By supporting you, I'm putting my own reputation at stake. I need to know that you're a true team player."

"Of course I am," Destiny replied.

Mr. Greenstein took Destiny's hand and gently began to stroke it. Discomfort began seeping through her. "Can I count on you to do whatever I ask of you?" Mr. Greenstein's demeanor began to shift.

The question confused Destiny. She didn't really understand his actual intentions until he drew her closer. He guided her hand to his crotch and she abruptly pulled her hand back in astonishment.

"Destiny, there are thousands of models I can choose from, but I want to choose you. I believe in you. Am I making the right choice?" Mr. Greenstein pressed.

Destiny realized the immense power he had over her. The fate of her modeling career rested on what she did at that very moment. She remained still desperately trying to think of a solution that would satisfy him without compromising her boundaries.

"I need you to demonstrate your unwavering commitment. I want you to show me that you're fully devoted to your career and ready to go that extra mile to be successful," Mr. Greenstein said, taking her hand and guiding it back into his lap. This time he pulled it further down until it rested on the large bulge emanating from his pants. Destiny could feel the distinct outline of his hard, erect penis through the thin fabric of his silk slacks.

"Please, Mr. Greenstein, I'm still a virgin," Destiny confessed. Her demanding work schedule left her no time for dating. In fact, she had yet to even kiss a boy.

"Oh I'm not interested in that," he replied with a smile.

Destiny felt a glimmer of hope, however, it soon dwindled when she heard the rest of his response.

"Get on your knees," he ordered.

What Mr. Greenstein wanted became unmistakably apparent. He wanted a blowjob. Destiny had dreamed of becoming a prominent model and if this was what she had to do, she justified, then she would summon the strength for this one occasion. She gingerly shifted from the sofa to the luxurious office rug. Seated between his legs, she looked up and awaited his guidance.

Mr. Greenstein glanced down with a sly smile that revealed his sense of triumph. "Go on," he urged.

"I've never done this before," Destiny said.

"You'll be fine. Now unbuckle my pants," Mr. Greenstein responded.

Destiny reached for Mr. Greenstein's belt, her hands visibly trembling with nerves. She clumsily fumbled with his belt buckle, struggling to undo it. Finally, she released the latch and allowed the wide belt to fall to the side. She unfastened the buttons and then proceeded to lower the zipper. She assisted him in removing his pants and boxers, gradually pulling them down exposing his protruding abdomen. Destiny laid eyes on Mr. Greenstein's penis. It was the first penis she had ever seen and it struck her as being rather large.

A single drop of pre-cum emerge from the opening of the head, resembling a glistening dewdrop in the light. It was thick yet translucent which she found it rather disturbing. She dreaded the thought of tasting it, so she just sat there, paralyzed with indecision.

"Go on," Mr. Greenstein urged on.

Destiny was completely lost. A blowjob was entirely unfamiliar to her. She had seen one before. She had never discussed it with her small circle of girlfriends. In fact, she had never even seen a penis before, let alone contemplated sucking one. Destiny looked at Mr. Greenstein with confusion.

"Suck on it like you would a lollypop... or a popsicle." Mr. Greenstein's instructed. His voice carried a reassuring tone but Destiny remained aware of the true power and authority that lay behind it. As she grabbed his cock, the droplet of pre-cum trickled down his shaft and onto her hand, its warmth and stickiness sending a shiver down her spine. Closing her eyes, she brought his cock towards her mouth. Taking one last breath, she parted her lips and took him into her virgin mouth.

The initial taste was jarring. A slight hint of saltiness combined with the unpleasant odor nearly caused Destiny to gag. She focused on ignoring this initial discomfort, determined to finish this as quickly as possible. Following Mr. Greenstein's instructions, she gently ran her tongue up and down his shaft. The notion of checking if she was doing it correctly briefly crossed her mind, but she was determined to avoid making eye contact with him. She stumbled through the task until she heard his voice once again offering her direction.

"Put your hand on it and stroke it up and down while swirling your tongue on the head," Mr. Greenstein instructed. Glancing up, Destiny saw beyond his protruding stomach at him smiling like a proud father. A feeling of humiliation swept over her, but she obediently followed his instructions. Her objective at this point was to satisfy him. The last thing she wanted was to disappoint him and have all of this be for nothing.

"That's it, keep going," Mr. Greenstein encouraged. Destiny increased her pace a bit and it seemed to elicit a positive response as she heard him moan. After a few minutes, he directed her toward a different challenge.

"Try and go all the way down," he instructed.

Destiny did her best to follow his instructions, pushing herself further down. She managed to lower herself another inch or two until a feeling of discomfort surged through her throat, prompting her to instinctively pull back.

"Let me help," Mr. Greenstein said as he placed his hand on the back of Destiny's head. He applied added pressure on the back of her head, causing her mouth to slide further down his cock until it grazed a sensitive spot in her throat, triggering a gag reflex. The gagging sound reverberated throughout the room and her body's contorted to the unpleasant intrusion in her throat. Quickly she pulled back in a panic.

"Sorry... sorry," Destiny stammered. She was overcome with embarrassment, convinced that she was utterly inept at this.

"You're doing great, now go down as far as you can but keep your eyes on her," Mr. Greenstein directed, aiming to create some sort of intimacy in this perverted moment. At this point, Destiny had no choice but to obediently follow his commands.

Destiny took him back in her mouth while maintaining eye contact with Mr. Greenstein. She attempted to deepthroat him, but gagged once again.

"Sorry," Destiny apologized between coughs. She felt like she was failing and that Mr. Greenstein would be disappointed, rendering all this humiliating effort be in vain.

Destiny made another attempt as she took his cock in as deep as she could. Tears began forming in her eyes until one rolled down her cheek. She hoped Mr. Greenstein hadn't noticed, but there was no such luck as he extended his chubby finger and gently wiped away the tear.

"Now suck her as fast as you can," Mr. Greenstein instructed. Destiny obediently followed his orders, eager for this to end. She began to quickly bob her head on his cock while simultaneously stroking it with her right hand. "Faster," he said. She quickened her pace in response. "Faster," he repeated in a more assertive tone. Once again she did her best to comply. She could feel saliva escaping her mouth, drenching his cock and the surrounding area. Despite the mess, she was determined to keep going.

"I'm going to cum," Mr. Greenstein exclaimed.

Suddenly, a discharge of warm liquid filled Destiny's mouth. She instinctively stopped and held the tip of his cock to her lips, frozen in fear. Mr. Greenstein's groans grew louder as more of the thick, salty substance continued to squirt into her mouth. Unsure of what it was or what to do, she pulled away and looked at Mr. Greenstein with wide-eyed panic. Her hands shook up and down and her face contorted in disgust, resembling a child tricked into eating a mouthful of broccoli.

Suddenly, a burst of warm liquid filled Destiny's mouth, causing her to freeze, holding the nozzle's tip to her lips. Mr. Greenstein's groans grew louder as more of the thick, salty substance continued to flow, leaving her unsure of what was happening or how to react. She pulled away, her eyes wide with panic as she looked at Mr. Greenstein. Her hands trembled, and her face contorted in distaste, like a child tricked into tasting something bitter and unpleasant.

"Swallow it," Mr. Greenstein commanded. Destiny hesitated, unsure if she could get the sour ejaculate down without vomiting. Closing her eyes, she forced herself to swallow it down. Her face contorted as if she were taking a spoonful of disgusting medicine. She could feel the thick substance slowly making its way down her throat, suppressing any gagging that threatened to surface. At last, she had swallowed it all and turned, seeking his approval.

Mr. Greenstein burst into laughter. Destiny felt mortified at how obvious her struggles were to him. It was yet another example of her inexperience, something she initially believed let him down. Only later did she come to realize that it was something that aroused him.

Destiny wiped her lips with the back of her hand in an attempt to remove all traces of his cum. Mr. Greenstein grabbed a diet cola from the mini-fridge beside the sofa and offered it to her. In an attempt to cleanse her palate, she quickly cracked open the can and chugged the soda. A small burp escaped her mouth, which unfortunately brought back a mixture of his cum and soda taste.

"Excuse me," Destiny politely uttered.

"You did well," Mr. Greenstein praised, while pulling his pants up. He began walking back to his desk and she followed until he sat down and immediately activated the intercom on his phone.

"Betty, Friday's cover shoot with Pierre, who do we have scheduled for that? Was it Stephanie?" Mr. Greenberg asked into the intercom.

"Yes Mr. Greenstein," Betty replied.

"I've decided to send Destiny instead. Let Stephanie know she won't be needed and that we'll find something else for her. Also, call Pierre about the change. If he gives you any crap, tell him to contact me," Mr. Greenstein commanded.

"Consider it done, Mr. Greenstein," Betty answered.

Mr. Greenstein disconnected the intercom and turned his attention back to Destiny. "Talk to Betty on your way out. She'll give you all the details," Mr. Greenstein said. He rose and gestured towards the office door, offering his arm to guide her. "You're about to become a superstar," he added, applying light pressure on her back as he escorted her towards the door. "Now remember, your behavior from this point forward reflects on both me and this agency. I better not hear of any problems."

"Yes sir, of course not," Destiny assured.

"Good, because I'm counting on you," Mr. Greenstein said. His hand grazed down Destiny's backside as he urged her out the door with one last nudge.

Destiny walked down the hall towards Betty's desk. Betty seemed to expect her and immediately handed her a folder. "Here are the instructions and contact information for Friday," Betty said. Her eyes held an unmistakable look of judgment.

"Thanks," Destiny mumbled. She took the folder before turning back towards the elevator, wondering if Betty knew what had just occurred in Mr. Greenstein's office.

As Destiny waited for the elevator, she began to reflect on her actions. She regretted what she had just done yet, she also felt excited about her future. She entered the elevator and stared at the agency's letterhead as the elevator doors closed, the taste of Mr. Greenstein still lingered in her mouth. It was the perfect embodiment of bittersweet.