Helping the Babysitter Become a Model
                        By notmystory@kc.rr.com
                               Chapter 2


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                     Helping the Babysitter Become a Model
                          By notmystory@kc.rr.com
 

                                Chapter 2
 

Forcing herself, Kristin got up and readied herself to face the world. She had
considered pretending to be sick, but knowing her parents wouldn't allow her
to do any babysitting tonight if she didn't attend school, she dressed and got
ready for school. Although she had already gotten her parents permission to
watch Tye overnight, for the next two evenings, she still had yet to decide if
she would go to Bob's studio that evening or not.

Her mind was racing, as one moment she committed herself not to fall deeper
into the trap that Bob was setting up for her, then moment's later she knew
that she had no choice but to submit to the evil bastard. If he made good on
his threats, he would destroy her life, and the lives of her parents and
siblings. She wouldn't be able to show her face at school or church ever again,
if the video or photos of her ever got out. She thought of her younger and
older brothers seeing her doing those things. Then her father, he couldn't be
a Deacon of the Church, with videos and pictures of his daughter acting that
way, floating around for all to see. She considered calling the authorities
she knew blackmailing her this way was illegal, but if she got the authorities
involved, the very thing that she wanted to keep secret, would be made public.
She could see it now, the photos of her naked and having sex, being shown on
the local news.

She had read the release that she had signed, and Bob had told her the truth.
Deep down in several different places, it had stated that she had sold him the
rights to sell her images and likeness to anyone or to any media outlet, as
well as any say she had, as to what content, or it's usage, could be sold or
used. The contract even made mention to streaming video images and sounds. She
had even signed the part of the contract that stated that she was over 18, and
of age for consensual sex in this state.

She knew she couldn't legally stop him from selling the photos and video of
her. She also knew that he must have even more terrible things in store for
her. She spent her day at school in a daze, unsure of what she would do from
one minute to the next.

Even as she got off the bus, a block away from Bob's studio, she worried about
what awaited her. When she got home from school that day, her mother hit her
with another curve ball. It seems that Bob had called and offered her family
the use of a time share property he had. Since this was Labor Day weekend, and
it fell on his time, he hated to see it go to waste. So the generous Bob had
offered it to her family. Her mother had already packed up everything for her
parents and brothers to go stay at the exclusive cabin retreat, some six hours
away. She told her that she was sorry she couldn't go too, knowing that her
daughter already had plans to watch the Wilson's child.

She had barely gotten to see her family that afternoon, before they left, which
was almost as soon as her youngest brother had gotten home from school, shortly
after she did. Her father had been in a hurry, wanting to beat the holiday
traffic that was all trying to get out of town. She waved goodbye as they
pulled out of the driveway, and heard her mother yell back to her, "Now you be
a good girl and stay out of trouble. We'll be back sometime Monday night, we
love you." then they pulled away hurriedly.

Those words were still echoing in her mind, as she steadied herself to go
inside of the studio. She would be strong, and tell him the way it would be.
She wouldn't let this animal control her.

As she stood outside of his door, she made up her game plan. He had obviously
planned all of this to get in her pants, so fine. He had already helped to rob
her of her virginity, so she would let him fuck her, just this weekend, then
it was going to be over, and she would demand all of the other pictures back,
and the video, or no deal.

Mustering up as much confidence as she could, she walked into the studio,
ready to face the S.O.B. She found him sitting at his desk waiting on her.

"You're late young lady." he said, motioning to the clock on his desk.

"So." she retorted defiantly, not wanting to back down to him.

"Well maybe I have already sent your pictures out via E-mail." he said, hoping
to shock her out of her defiant attitude. He saw the look of panic cross her
face, and wondered what she would she do now.

Looking down at the floor, while she thought of her response, it came to her
and she replied, "Fine then, I guess I can leave."

"You could, but I would mail them out to a lot more people. If you don't want
that to happen, then I suggest that you lose the attitude, and sit the fuck
down. Now!" he said, in a smug voice, confident that he had her where he
wanted her.

She was momentarily shocked by his harshness, but quickly recovered. "Well
that's too bad, I don't feel like sitting down. I came here to get those
pictures and that video back, now can we make that happen, or do I leave right
now."

Bob was a little surprised by her strong resistance. He knew that she was smart
and strong willed, but never thought that she would show this kind of backbone,
under her current predicament. Shaking his head he said. "So, how do you plan
on getting them back? If you don't mind telling me that is." 

"Look we both know what you want, so fine, let's get it over with. But I want
it in writing first, that I get all of the copies, negatives, and whatever else
that you have, as soon as we're done, and then I never want to see your
stinking face again." she said, gritting her teeth.

"Oh, and what is it that you think that I want?" he asked, as coyly as he
could.

"You want..." she hesitated, finding it hard to say those words. "You want to
make lo.. You want to have sex with me. That is what you want, isn't it?" she
said, losing some of her anger as she spoke.

Laughing, he replied "Well yeah, of course." Hearing his answer she took a
deep breath, almost relieved. "But I want so much more. Sex is just the
beginning, but it's for sure not the only thing we're interested in." he told
her, in a serious tone.

Shocked by the beginning of his statement, she had totally missed the fact he
used the word "we" in his statement.

They stood in silence for several minutes, Kristin trying to think of how to
respond, while Bob waited to hear her thoughts.

"Well that's too bad." she said, in a stronger tone of voice than she actually
felt. "I said I would let you fuck me, and then it was over. So take it or
leave it." she said, determined to see her way through this.

"OK then, I'll see you around kid. But I won't be the only one seeing you." he
said, spinning around in his chair to face his computer screen, as he brought
up his E-mail program.

Kristin's jaw dropped, as she watched him zip up photos of her on his screen.
He had called her bluff, and now she didn't know what to do.

"No stop!" she said, as he began typing an e-mail to her father. "Look can't
we come to some sort of compromise. Please." she said in her sweetest voice,
deciding that she should act nice to the evil man sitting across from her.

"Will I suppose we could play for winner takes all." he said, smiling as an
idea came into his head.

"What do you mean?" she asked reluctantly.

"Well, I have your original release here." he said, holding up the originals
of the contract. "And I have a new contract that I was going to have you sign
here tonight. If you win you get your old contract along with all of the photos
and videos. However, if I win, you sign your new contract, and do everything
that I say for the duration of it."

As she listened to his proposal, a thousand thoughts and questions raced
through her mind. But the first thing that she asked was, "Play what?"

"Anything you want. Chess?" he said, motioning to the board on a shelf across
the office.

"No, I never learned how to play." she replied, still thinking over his
proposal in her mind.

"Okay, well then what do you know how to play?" he said, pulling a deck of
cards from his desk drawer and tossing them on the desktop.  

Looking at the pack she began to think out load. "Solitaire, Blackjack, Hearts,
Poker, Go Fish..." she started saying.

"Okay." He interrupted "How about Poker? A page of the contract for each hand.
Three for you three for me."

She looked as he held up the papers. "What's the new contract, what does it
say?" she said

"It says that your mine for the next twelve months, sixty films, and unlimited
photo sessions." he began to tell her.

"NO way!" she said, as she edged for the door, fear gripping her tightly.

"Okay, have it your way. I do hope that daddy likes the pictures of his little
princess naked and screwing some boy." he said, holding the papers and turning
back to his computer. She stood in the doorway frozen in horror. She couldn't
believe what he had just said.

"No. I came here to get those pictures and stuff back, not let you make more."
she said crying, all of her strength had now drained from her.

"Yeah, I understand that, and I'm willing to give you a chance for that. But
you have to be willing to put yourself on the line too." he informed her.

"No you don't understand I can't let anyone see those pictures, no way. If my
father or brothers.." she cried, but he interrupted her again.

"No, I do understand, and I can assure you that if you do as you're told, no
one that you care about in this town will ever see them. I've got private
collectors that I'll sell these films to. They'll never be distributed, and no
one you know will ever see them. However, if you lose the game, and then
refuse me during the year of your contract, and I will sell the footage to
distributors, and then you and your family will have to live with that shame.
Of course, on the other hand, you could win your old contract back, and this
all could be over right here and now. It's up to you play the game, to have a
chance to end this all, or you can leave right now, and I'll sell the film of
your cherry being taken to a distributor, as well as sending copies to everyone
in the city. What do you think Kristin? What's are you going to do?" he said
in his smug voice

"So if I win, you'll leave me alone?" she asked.

"Yes." he replied

"And if I lose, I have to work for you for a year, and then you'll leave me
alone."  she asked, to confirm what was being offered.

"Yes." he replied.

"And you promise me that no one in this town will ever see any of them?" she
asked.

"No one that you know will ever see them." he replied, finding it incredible
that she was foolish enough to believe anything he told her at this point.

"Okay so let me be clear on this, if I win, I walk out of here and it's all
over. If you win, I work for you, making movies and stuff, for one year, and
then I get to walk away and its over, and you swear that no one that I know
will ever see them, and it will all be over." she asked.

"Yes." he said beginning to become annoyed.

"So I won't have to. You know, you won't want to. I mean I won't have to,
you know with you." she asked.

"Oh no, you will have to have sex with us. Yeah, we're definitely going to
fuck you. But that's my offer, take it or leave it? You have five seconds." he
replied.

Having again missed his reference to "we" and "us" and "we're", she started to
ask another question, when he started counting down from five. When he hit one
she gave up trying to ask another question, and blurted out, "Okay. Okay. I'll
do it, but you had better keep your promises." she warned him.

"Oh I will." he said, smiling as he pulled the cards from the deck. He had
been a dealer on a local river boat, and shuffled the cards most impressively.
He handed her the cards and told her to cut the deck. As she cut the deck
several times, he sat there happily thinking how lucky it was he that had
never told her that he was an amateur magician. His confidence was through the
roof, this was his marked deck, and he knew that there was no way that he
would lose.

He won the first hand, and after making her sign and initial every necessary
spot on the first paper, he saw that she was ready to vault for the door.
Thinking that she needed a little hope, after again winning the second hand,
he let her win the third and fourth hands. Now they were tied again. He won
the fifth hand and taking the third unsigned contract, made her sign and
initial it as well. Now having gotten all three of the papers signed for her
new contract, he won the next two hands in short order, in order to put it to
bed, so to speak.

After winning the final hand, he quickly grabbed the papers off of the desk,
fearing that she would do something drastic. He dropped them into his fireproof
lockbox, in his desk drawer, and turned his attention back to her, as she held
her head in her hands. She tried to come to terms in her mind over what had
just happened to her.

As her thoughts began to swim in her mind again, Bob stood up and said, "Well,
if you don't mind, I think that we've wasted enough time. Now I think it's
time that we got to work."

Placing his hand on her shoulder, he led her out to the studio set. Kristin
was still in a daze, her mind not wanting to accept what had just happened.
Entering the studio, she saw that he still had it setup as a bedroom, with the
king size bed that she had lost her virginity on, still sitting there, as it
had just two nights earlier.

She was standing there remembering the scene from just forty-eight hours ago,
when Bob handed her a hangar with a costume on it. She stood back and looked
at the outfit presented to her, as Bob began to turn on the lights around the
studio. Thinking that it looked small for a cheerleader's outfit, she started
to walk to the dressing room.

"Oh no. You want be needing to use the dressing room anymore, you can change
right out here in front of me." Bob told her.

"What? That wasn't part of the deal." she whimpered.

"Oh yes it was, and you'd better stop all of that crying, or you'll find that
this part of it will be the least of your problems." he warned her menacingly.

Reluctantly she undressed as quickly as she could, then tried to slip into the
skimpy outfit that he had provided her. She stood there in a white wool sweater,
about three sizes too small, and a red and white cheerleader's skirt, that
didn't quite cover her ass cheeks.

After some initial problems, she began to do as Bob directed. Although she had
rings under her eyes, and it was obvious that she had been crying, she began
to smile for the camera, feeling more at ease than she had been in the months
previous to now. He had her work the camera for several minutes, as he saw her
begin to relax for him and the camera. Then he told her it was time for a
wardrobe change. Handing her another hanger, holding her next costume.

This time he had her change into a Catholic school girl's uniform again,
obviously way too small for her. The shirt was so small, that she barely got
it to button over her large tits. Again, her ass cheeks were exposed below the
short skirt. She was faster to relax this time, and he had her play more to
the camera. Happy that she had begun to relax, he had her touch up her make-up,
before he handed her the next change of clothes.

This time she was asked to put on a tight fitting business suit, that made her
look older than her eighteen years. He again instructed her to seduce the
camera, as he took her photo's. He had to admit that she was a natural in front
of the camera. Even now, when she was under such duress, she took great shots.
He then decided to push her a little further.

"Okay, now undress for the camera Kristin. Make it sexy, and slow." he
instructed her.

She looked at him, her eyes begging him not to make her go through with it.
His evil glare back answered her pathetic plea for relief, and she slowly
began to undress, first letting the business jacket fall from one shoulder,
then the other, finally letting it drop to the bed. She began to unbutton the
tight fitting blouse that she was wearing. As she undid the last button, she
gave him one last pleaful look, before letting it fall off of her body.

As she stood before him, wearing only her bra and the tight silk skirt, she
began to sway her hips sexily, as she unzipped the thin skirt. She let it
wiggle its way down her hips, as he filmed the entire erotic scene. He felt
his penis growing hard, as she moved her body before him. As he watched her,
he decided that there would be plenty of time for photos later, as he felt the
tent in his pants rise.

He moved from behind the camera, and told her to lose the bra. Seeing him
moving closer to her, she stepped back. She felt the back of her legs hit the
edge of the bed behind her, and knew that there was no place else to go.

"Now I said." he told her quietly.

Slowly she moved her hands behind her back, and undid the wire clasps, holding
her bra up. As the lacy bra fell off of her chest, she felt Bob push her back,
causing her to fall onto the bed. His hands moved quickly to her thin white
panties, which he swiftly ripped from her hips. 

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