Note to Readers - Kmaf messaged me a few weeks ago wondering why I never tried to reach out about continuing his stories. Honestly, I never even thought about contacting him, I just figured he was out of the erotic story-writing business since he hadn't published anything in years. I just went for it, never even considering that he might read or even like some of my work.
He asked if I'd be interested in finishing and then publishing a story he'd been working on. I agreed and this is the end product.
Note to Kmaf - Thanks for letting me team up with you on this one. I hope I did it justice.
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The Talent Scout
By Kmaf and st0rmbringer
Thomas finally hit rock bottom.
At 66 he looked more like 76, and a very unhealthy one at that. His belly started to expand many years before and got to the point where he couldn't even see his large hairy feet anymore.
The hair on his head was almost gone and the little that was left over was gray and slicked over the top of his shiny age-spotted bald head in a ridiculous comb-over. His face was large and as round and flat as if he'd been hit in his face with a shovel. His cheeks were like thick slabs of meat and his many chins wobbled and shook like a turkey's waddle whenever he spoke. His small dark close-set eyes were sunk deep in his face, his pale skin was yellowish and splotchy and he his corpulent body was quick to break into a sweat.
Add to all that his complete lack of personal hygiene and his chances with women were less than zero. His last relationship ended almost 20 years before. He doubted if he'd ever find a woman who'd put up with him, especially since his lust for busty young girls dominated his every thought and action.
Thomas worked at an old photography supply shop which also provided developing and processing services and had a small photo studio in the back for family portraits and such.
Photography was a hobby he'd picked up many years before but he'd never been good enough to make a decent living from it, so working at the shop had started out as temporary, but it ended up becoming his life. He had no other career, no prospects except the tedium of that job. To top it off, he was past retirement age and with his lousy pay, even if he retired now, he'd still struggle to make ends meet. He had to stick with the job as long as he could.
The only bright spot was the business' photo developing service. They developed work for professional photographers and for the many young people who used disposable cameras at parties and on special occasions.
Very often, hot young girls would enter the store to drop off rolls of film for Thomas to develop.
Drooling over hot young girls became a daily business for Thomas.
He had a habit of staring at the girls in his neighborhood. They found him creepy and avoided him as much as possible. They knew little about him, only that he was an ugly old pervert who ogled the pretty girls way too much and way too long.
Jerking off at the hot young girls' Instagram pages was a part of his daily routine, but the biggest perk of working at that place and developing everyone's photos was that he could see all the pictures the girls dropped off in confidence.
When no one but him was around, he made copies of the racier pictures and took them home. Vacation pics or summer festivals were his favorites. Bikini shots of girls on the beach or dancing in skimpy tops and skirts drove him mad with perverted lust, especially when the young honeys were blessed in the boob department. They were his absolute favorites. Slim young girls with toned bodies and big firm breasts were his ultimate dream and fetish.
One of his regular customers, Bob, was a professional photographer with quite a few valuable clients. He was about Thomas' age. They hit it off from the beginning and had some things in common. They both loved photography and beautiful women, although Thomas never let on about his perverted side and his preference for big breasted young girls. Bob had a bit of a dark side too, but he was a professional. He was stout but always well-groomed and well-dressed. He was also good with the models and big shots from the popular magazines.
One a late weekday afternoon, Bob went to the shop to have some film developed and gave Thomas the idea of a lifetime... at exactly the moment he needed it most.
When he saw his old friend behind the counter looking miserable and defeated by life, Bob felt sorry for him.
"You look like you can use a drink, or a challenge maybe," Bob said when he stepped up to the counter.
"It's that obvious huh?" Thomas said with a long foul-smelling sigh, redolent of onions, garlic and un-brushed teeth.
"Yeah, I guess I could use a challenge," he said with another smelly sigh, "or something."
"What do you have in mind?"
Bob stared at his unattractive friend for a moment as if trying to make up his mind about something then he nodded, rested his forearms on the counter and leaned forward conspiratorially.
"Well I might have something for you," he said looking around at the empty store as if not wanting to be overheard.
"I know you have a keen eye for aspiring and potential models," Bob whispered with a furtive wink, noting a camera in the upper right corner of the room and not wanting to be recorded.
Thomas' face lit up at his friend's mention of models and he stood up straight behind the counter, pressing his bulging belly against its hard wooden surface.
"This might be right up your alley," Bob continued to whisper.
"Since a lot of attractive girls probably come to this store, some dreaming of a modeling career, you might make a good scout for me," he said, looking at Thomas seriously.
"I have several big clients looking for fresh young faces so you might be able to help me out," he continued.
Bob leaned back, dug into his ever-present camera bag and came out with a stack of cards which he placed on the counter and slid over to him.
"Keep an eye out for the ones you think I might be interested in and give them my contact info," he said, tapping a well-manicured finger on the stack of cards. "If we sign them, I might even be able to get you a signing bonus."
Thomas was virtually bouncing on his toes with glee at the prospect.
"Well, you know I spot them wherever I go so that won't be a problem," Thomas said with a chortle.
Bob laughed. He knew Thomas was a bit of a pervert but he was pretty sure they guy well-intentioned.
He had no idea how wrong he was about that last part...
After they talked for several minutes over a cup of the store's surprisingly good coffee, ironing out details and getting specifics, Bob left the store, leaving Thomas with the million dollar idea.
Did this really just happen?!
Had Bob actually asked him to act as a talent scout?
Weren't they the guys with real power in the modeling business?
Sure, he was an unpopular nobody and he'd only been asked to hand out Bob's business cards, but still... This was a huge opportunity. When he'd read Me Too articles about dirty casting agents who took advantage of their young attractive female clients, they usually turned him on and made him wish he was the lucky agent. Even if he got caught, it'd probably be worth it.
When he got home that night, his mind was in turmoil. Could he actually do this? Would he betray his friendship with Bob? What about possible jail time, was he willing to do time?
Nobody in the community really knew him that well. All they knew was he worked at the photo shop, he loved photography and the fact he stared at hot girls, though he never acted on his base, predatory instincts.
Now he had the perfect cover.
He could approach the prettiest, sexiest, bustiest girls, the ones who gave him the cold shoulder and looked at him with disgust and revulsion on their pretty young faces and offer them something they coveted.
It was about time he had a stroke of luck. It was about fucking time he, dirty old Thomas, took control and let his overwhelming lust for busty young girls guide his purpose in life. The doubts that ate away at his confidence quickly faded away as he scrolled through one of his favorite girl's Instagram page.
Emma was a shy 18-year-old girl who lived three houses down from his and the one girl he jerked off to the most. She was very sweet, with a beautiful angelic face.
She had long blonde hair that shone like the sun, light sapphire blue eyes dark blue around the edge of the iris and a cute pert little upturned nose. Her flawless skin was smooth and lightly tanned. She was petite but she was perfectly filled out in all the right places.
First there was her firm, round peach-like behind, which screamed for attention in almost every pair of pants or skirt she wore. Her narrow waist accentuated the round firm perfection of her ass even further and made her a very flat tummy very sexy.
And then there were her heavenly boobs.
They were huge, round and perfectly formed. They looked even bigger on such a small, slim and curvy girl. They made every man's head turn, even though she tried to hide or camouflage them most of the time. She wasn't the kind of girl to flaunt her assets everywhere she went.
Emma had never liked her large breasts. She was a 32D cup by the age of 15, but now she sported a 32EE cup. She could see the benefits once she saw how people, especially men, acted towards her and how she could manipulate them to get what she wanted.
Even though she hated having her chest gawked at, her body also gave her the opportunity to model underwear and swimwear. Not many girls were blessed with her looks and genetics.
But one of her biggest challenges was that she wasn't very bright. She struggled in school and had difficulty passing her classes. She had no plans for college since her family didn't have a lot of money, she was offered no scholarships, her looks failed her in that regard, and she had no idea what she wanted to do with her life besides modeling.
