Date: Tue, 07 Aug 2001 03:01:29 +0000
From: p pop <niftynick69@hotmail.com>
Subject: Catwalk Shame

My name is Charlotte and I am 17 years old. My story is probably typical of
many young fashion models in this day and age though I doubt many have
reached the level of debasement that I have in my short time in the
business. I come from a middle class family background and though I have
never really wanted for anything essential I have never really had many of
the little luxuries that I wanted either. So when I was presented with the
choice between college and highly paid fashion work with international
travel and the high life it was not a difficult decision to make.

At first I was living a fantasy life. Everything I had ever dared dream of
and more. I had plenty of money, friends and a shining future. I never had
any of the usual modelling hang-ups with food or worried about my looks. I
was gifted a certain look and it has never really required much maintenance.
So I barely noticed that my body was changing shape. It took the owner of my
agency, Lillian Cale to point it out and the way she made her point was the
beginning of a very slippery slope for me. A journey from living my wildest
ambitions to the darkest recess of depravity.

I was asked to see Lillian Cale at the city headquarters in New York. I was
excited about the meeting as the girls generally don't get much one on one
time with Lillian and with my career on the up and up I expected some good
news. Maybe a cosmetics contract or an opportunity to transition into acting
as some of the top girls had managed in the past.

I was shown into Lillian Cales luxurious penthouse office suite by Jenna, a
young leggy short cropped blonde that should surely have been on the catwalk
circuit herself by my reckoning even if she was a bit busty. I took a glass
of water from Jenna and sat down on a large leather desk chair opposite
Lillian's PC. Lillian was pacing the room and squawking at some unfortunate
promoter in Paris. She kept looking me up and down whenever there was a
pause and she seemed to be making quite a study of me. Nothing out of the
ordinary really, you get used to being regarded as a product after a while.
I had no need to worry anyway. I had spent the whole of the morning getting
ready and if I say so myself it was one of my better days and I was looking
good.

I was going to lingerie casting directly after my meeting with Lillian so I
had dressed sexy but business. I am 5ft 10" with long long legs. I am
naturally athletic and my body shape reflects that, toned and hard in all
the right places but surprisingly big in the bust. I have long slightly wavy
blonde hair which falls just past my chest and today I was wearing it in a
bun with a single clip. Because I was heading to the lingerie casting I wore
a black mini with a side split, no stockings, just black heels with leather
strapping to the knee. A white silk blouse untucked on one side and a little
cleavage.

When Lillian Cale finished her call she buzzed through to Jenna and told her
to hold all calls until she was done with me. That put me slightly on the
back foot and I began to wonder if there might be trouble. Lillian rose from
her desk and walked to the office door.

Lillian is an ex-model herself and was quite something in her day. She must
be around 38 now and could easily fill in for any of us in an emergency. She
is a brunette and always wears hear long slightly curled hair down. To best
describe her I could say that if she was blonde she could be an older
version of me. She was all in black Versace with a see through lace bodice
and long black chiffon skirt. In the right light you could see her bra and
G-string through the fabric. I was trying to place her strong perfume when I
heard the door close and lock. Until this point Lillian had not spoken
directly to me.

With the door locked then she sat back at her desk and stared across the
desk at me and regarded me for what seemed an age at the time. "We have a
problem" she said. Apparently I was overweight. This was one of my good days
and I thought I looked fine. Of course when the owner of one of the worlds
leading fashion agencies tells you that you have a weight problem you know
you have a weight problem.

It's true that my body shape had been maturing from the rakishness of
puberty to a fuller figure but I had not considered my look
disproportionate.  Lillian insisted on a certain level of emaciation
however and she put her plan to me. I was to write down everything I ate in
a diary for her scrutiny and I was given a very limited list of foods that
were considered suitable. Smoking was encouraged as an appetite suppressant
and some cardio aerobic exercise was recommended. Lillian made no bones
about the fact that my career would not survive the year if I did not
attain her measured and stringent physical goals. We talked it over for
about half an hour and as I was about to get up to go she said that I
looked a bit sad and stressed out (hardly surprising really). With the
casting in an hour I needed to pick my game up and she had a suggestion.

Her double-edged sword solution to my problems was racked up in front of me
in a white powdery line. The cocaine would send me on my way with a buzz and
also if I wanted to take a few grams with me it would help with the weight
issue.

I had never taken any form of narcotic before though I had seen plenty and
been offered plenty on the circuit. This time however it was not being
offered it was being prescribed and with no small amount of pressure.
Sensing my nerves and inexperience Lillian said she'd walk me through the
process. She racked another line for herself and rolled a crisp new $100
bill. Placing the bill at her left nostril the line simply disappeared as
she sniffed and passed the bill to me. She walked to my side of the desk and
placed her hand on my shoulder. Running her other hand up my neck and into
my hair she gently tipped my head forward and told me to snort it up. The
powder stung, as it seemed to lodge behind my eyeballs and rest there before
sliding hideously down the back of my throat. I thought I would retch but
then as Lillian took her fingers from my hair I felt something akin to a
light slap on the back of my head and I slowly realised that the sensation
was coming from the inside.

Within moments I felt intensely high and very happy and energetic. The
stress of our discussion evaporated and I had nothing but admiration and
respect for this wonderful sophisticated and very beautiful woman. "Welcome
to the club" she said and gave me a sweet kiss on the lips while picking me
up under the arms and manipulating me toward the door. Lillian unlocked the
door and simultaneously lifted the back of my skirt. As I flinched and
looked over my shoulder she said "nice ass sweetie" and gave my left butt
check a hard slap. Looking at her with a mixture of confusion and shock she
simply said "knock `em dead honey' and closed the door, leaving me in
reception facing Jenna who was holding a telephone to hear ear with a
peculiar smile pointed at me.

Chapter 2

The bag of cocaine that Lillian had given me lasted about a week with me
becoming instantly accustomed to five or six lines a day. One line before
breakfast and the rest throughout the day. I never took any after about six
pm as I decided that a model still requires her beauty sleep but boy did I
get used to the feeling of confidence and euphoria quick.

When the bag was eventually empty I called Lillian to ask her where I could
get some more. Lillian was unavailable but Jenna seemed to have a sixth
sense and told me to drop by anytime if I wanted some `Charlie'. I dropped
by within the hour and she slipped her hand into a drawer and passed me a
bag the same size as the last without interrupting her telephone call. I did
not know whether to stay or go so I just stood there looking a bit spare.
Fortunately the phone call ended quickly and Jenna said "no charge babe" and
planted her chin in her hands with her elbows on the desk while staring
directly into my eyes.

I felt very self-conscious and clumsy for no good reason so I just said
thanks and turned to go. When I reached the door Jenna said `just a minute
babe, come here for a second". I walked back to her desk as she stood up.
"Turn around babe' she said, so I did. Jenna then lifted the back of my PVC
mini revealing a white satin G. Then she said " Lillian was right, nice ass
girl" and gave me a good hard slap across both cheeks which I am sure must
have left a hand print.

I was shocked and angry at this insulting abuse and let her know in no
uncertain terms. "Don't worry babe, just having a bit of fun to break up the
monotony. Hey wanna do a line now?" I was not sure how she could U turn like
that to being so friendly and conspiratorial but I was aching for a line so
I just nodded and followed her into Lillians office.

Lillian was apparently in Milan and Jenna made sure to lock the door and put
the phones on hold. She expertly racked up four large lines and snorted one
of them through a tiny metal straw, which she then passed to me. I pulled my
hair out of my face with one hand and did my line. When I raised my head
Jenna had unbuttoned her pink cotton blouse to her navel and was blowing
gently on her breasts as they spilled amply over the top of a low cut peach
lace bra. I asked her what the hell she was doing and she said that coke
always made her skin real tingly and she liked the feel of blowing on
herself. It all seemed a bit weird to me but she just told me to go ahead
and do the other line and I'd understand. I had never done a line that big
let alone two but I did not have to be anywhere and the first line was
feeling real good so I just stuck my nose into it and went for it. Jenna
followed suit and we sat giggling for a minute or two.

You can get your own back if you like she said suddenly then bent over the
desk and lifted her white silk mini over her ass still giggling. The chance
was too good to miss. I gave her a solid whack across the crack off her butt
and said in a deep comical husky voice ^Å^Å slut!!! It was only after I
slapped her ass that I realised she was not wearing any panties and though I
often go sans panties myself, the realization that I had slapped her naked
butt kind of weirded me out.

With her skirt still wrapped around her waist Jenna turned to me revealing a
completely bald pussy and grabbed my waist. Pulling me to her she forced her
tongue inside my mouth then began sucking hard on my tongue. I would have
pulled away instantly but the coke had me confused and I felt at once
repelled and excited. I found myself reaching around with both my hands and
grabbing her ass cheeks and as I did so Jenna reached behind her own back
and grabbed my right hand by the fingers and pushed the tips lower and onto
her pussy. It was shockingly hot and very very wet. The sensation of her wet
puss was enough to break me out of my trance and I pushed her away hard. I
was disoriented and I could feel a tear welling up. I ran for the door and
as I clicked over the lock Jenna breathed `you're right, I am a slut.
Without looking back I headed for the elevator.

Chapter 3

When my coke supply ran out I was too embarrassed and angry to call in to
the office so I went without for two very long days and was lucky enough to
scrounge a couple of lines here and there on shoots or backstage on a show.
Eventually I got close to a fellow model that was able to help me out more
regularly but not cheaply. Our arrangement lasted for about three months and
my tolerance must have increased in that period because I found that I was
spending twice as much money all of a sudden. The coke did not affect my
career adversely, in fact things were going from good to better and all
things considered life could not have been sweeter.

I had no boyfriend. It was difficult to hold on to anything as I was
travelling a lot and to be honest I was not really that bothered. I had
already had four lovers and though sex was probably better than TV I still
did not see what all the fuss was about and I was sure that the female
orgasm was a myth. So I applied myself to work and without taking too many
late nights I enjoyed a good social life with a few of the girls going out
to restaurants, clubs and industry do's.

I had not spoken to Lillian since our meeting and I was wondering when she
would be looking to read my diet diary. The question became very pertinent
when my girlfriend the coke fairy headed for a three-month long gig in
Australia. I was out of coke and had been for three days without a hint of
it on the scene and without any coke I was loathed to get out and about in
search of it. I decided to call Lillian with the pretext of diet planning
and hope that I could avoid Jenna.

Jenna answered the telephone but was very professional and you would have
thought that our strange interlude had never happened. I was transferred
directly to Lillian who said she had no time free until Friday, which was
four long days away. I told her that I really urgently needed to see her but
the best she could do was Wednesday afternoon. I caved and said I'd see her
at 5pm Wednesday. The next two days were very tough for me in the absence of
any coke and I found myself eating to numb the pain. By the time Wednesday
came around I felt like I must look obese though in all likely hood I
probably looked the same as ever.

So at the allotted time I wandered into the penthouse office and Jenna
pointed me to a chair. She was on the telephone as ever and dressed in a
very conservative but elegant business suit. Jenna was still on the phone
when Lillian swung open her door and waved me in, all the while nattering
away on her mobile.

I sat down and observed that Lillian was wearing a tight beige silk trouser
suit with no bra or shirt under the jacket. As she sat down behind her desk
I actually caught a glimpse of her left nipple. She really had to have
confidence to dress like that in the city.

Our meeting was very professional and she showed a lot of interest in my
diary. Her verdict was that things were going along fine and that I looked
great and the work I was pulling in reflected that. I was glad that she was
pleased with me but as the meeting seemed to be reaching conclusion she had
still made no mention of the cocaine part of my beauty plan. Summoning up
all my courage I told her that I was still following her instructions with
the coke and that I'd appreciate it if she could help me out with some.
Lillian fixed me with a stare then got up and locked the door. She put Jenna
on speaker and told her to turn off the phones and wait for her. That was
exactly when my life began to turn upside down.

Chapter 4

"I have a question for you"  said Lillian. "Do you like your job?" Of course
I did. "Then listen to me very carefully. There are a million and one little
sluts like you out there and if I say you don't work anymore then you don't
work any more. Not just with this agency, but any agency. Do I make myself
clear girl?" I was stunned into silence and could only nod. "Good girl. Now
if you get caught buying coke out there you make my agency look like shit
and all the girls will be tarred with the same brush. I have no objection to
you using cocaine discretely but only my cocaine do you hear"? I managed a
meek yes. "Good then, you may come in and see Jenna at any time and she will
sort you out but you have to pay for it from now on, I am not a charity"

I was OK with that, I was earning more money than I knew what to do with
anyway but then came the thunderbolt. "I am not a drug dealer and I will not
accept your money, you will pay for your habit with favours to me. They may
be required at any time of the day or night and you will do as you are told
without question"

At that point she racked up four fat lines and handed me a metal straw.
"Three for you and one for me, take your time Charlotte"

I was still stunned by her manner and simply did as I was told and snorted a
line. Lillian watched and waited so I did another. She then took the straw
from me and did a line herself then handed me the straw again. I was already
flying but I could see that I was required to do the remaining line so I
cleaned the table.

By now my head was all over the place and my blood was racing. I could taste
the coke in my throat and nose and a little trickled down from my nostril
onto my lip. Lillian came around to me and wiped my nose with her finger and
wiped her finger in my hair. "Strip to your underwear and let me see how our
project is going" she said. I was confused and awestruck so I just did as I
was told. I removed a knee length brown woollen skirt and a beige cashmere
sweater leaving me in bronze cami knickers and matching bra with bronze
stilettos and metallic bronze stockings linked to a suspender belt.

Lillian circled me and to my amazement took a handful of my ass and gave it
an appreciating rub and squeeze. By now I was losing my self-control and the
coke was driving me to act instinctively and impulsively. I put a hand
between my thighs and pressed hard against my pussy through the fabric of my
knickers and heard myself say "I am a slut." I heard the words echo but
could not decide if I had spoken them or just thought them.

"Yes you are a slut now Charlotte, but lets work together to make you a
filthy whore". I was not hearing voices in my head this was for real.
Lillian had me where she wanted me. Suddenly amid the haze in my brain
everything became quite clear. I was in a trap. Lillian had me addicted to
the lifestyle, addicted to coke and she had me in my underwear in her office
with the door locked. She had made it clear that she controlled my career
and my supply and without obedience she would take it all away. I was
Lillian's puppet.

Chapter 5

"Are you a filthy whore Charlotte?" "Yes Lillian". There was no point in
arguing, I was cornered and Lillian had something on her mind to test me. My
shoulders dropped and I stood there half naked and resigned.

SLAP!!! My face stung and adrenalin rushed through me as it dawned on me
that Lillian had hit me. "Yes Miss Cale from now on bitch"

So here it was. A moment of reckoning when the good times and easy life
asked it's price. In my heart of hearts I always knew there would be a
price. "If you want your happy little existence to continue you will obey me
without question Charlotte, do I have your agreement? ""Yes Miss Cale" "Good
girl, now let's take a look at your sweet little cunt shall we." I was numb
now and nothing could shock or surprise me. I was standing directly in front
of Miss Cale and she was sitting cross-legged on the edge of her desk. With
my blonde hair hanging over my bra I pulled my shiny bronze cami-knickers to
one side and looked at the floor.

"No no no ^Å that wont do at all. I don't want a sulky little whore when I
have so many whores to choose from. You must please me. You have to enjoy
yourself when I am making a whore of you, you must be seductive and
creative. Like when you are modelling for the camera, now you are putting on
a show for me. If I demand to see your cunt I wish you to show me in a way
that titillates or surprises me. Now I'll ask you again, show me that cunt
you prissy little whore."

I was in a place of my own now. Isolated in a mental vacuum. I could hear
Miss Cales instructions and I could feel the coke buzz but I was almost
outside my body. My body was a puppet and I was the puppeteer. I walked up
to Miss Cale until I was looking down into her eyes and could feel her
breath on my lip. Then I turned slowly and seductively as we do on the
catwalk sometimes. With my stilettos together I bent forward and touched the
backs of my calves and my heels. Then I slid the sole of my right shoe
across the carpet as far as I could without losing my balance until my feet
were over a metre apart. I reached through my legs and began to rub my pussy
through the fabric.

"Show me that cunt Charlotte" said Miss Cale in a huskier and breathy voice.
I reached to my right hip with both hands and tore at the flimsy lackey
fabric. It separated with ease and the cami-knickers fell to one side. I
repeated the process on the left and now the only thing holding the fabric
aloft was the wetness of my rapidly moistening pussy.

Miss Cale reached forward and tugged at the ruined fabric. " Well well well,
would you look at the crotch of these panties. They are sopping wet. Are you
getting wet? Lets take a look-see. Open those pussy lips Charlotte". I
spread my labia with my fingers while bent over with my legs wide in front
of her and she leaned in close for a good look. I could feel her breath on
my pussy and then I felt her tongue on my clit. She licked my clit and my
lips for a good minute with me bent over like that then she said to bend
over the desk and keep my legs wide apart. I did as I was told and then I
felt Miss Cales whole face bury itself deep within the cheeks of my arse and
her tongue slipped into my puss and deep inside me. She began to get rougher
and then, one at a time she slid two fingers from each hand into my hole.
Still with her tongue deep in my hole she began to stretch my vagina with
her fingers, all the while making little grunting noises as she slurped away
at my puss.  I could feel the pain of my cunt as it was stretched but I was
still outside of myself so it hardly seemed to matter, in fact I was
thrilled in a debauched way, I guess coke turns you inside out like that,
you start to love the things that would usually repulse you just because
they are so charged.

Miss Cale was abusing me then but it was not enough. From my perspective,
outside of myself I wanted to abuse myself. I began to lend assistance to
miss Cale in her work. "I am a cunt, I am a filthy fucking cunt. Punish me.
Stretch that hole. Lick my ass. Fuck me.!!"

"Steady girl: said Miss Cale" I don't want you coming until I've had my
fun". That's when Miss Cale began to take things beyond the limits of my
imagination.   Slowly and gently as I was bent over the desk with my breasts
now hanging out of my bra Miss Cale began to push my torn cami-knickers inch
by inch into my cunt. I could fill them puffing up and filling my vagina.
Eventually she had the majority of the fabric inside me with just a tiny bit
of the lace side poking out of my hole.

"On the floor dyke cunt" she commanded. Miss Cale manipulated me onto my
back on the thick pile carpet and took two cushions from the couch at the
side of the room. She placed one underneath my ass and the other under my
head then stood with one leg either side of my head and removed her jacket.
I was now looking directly up at the tight crotch of her silk trousers.
Slowly she unbuttoned them at the rear and slid them down until they rested
on my face. Kicking off her heels she removed the trousers completely and
replaced her heels. I was cooling down a little until I looked up at her
pulling the fabric of her white cotton pants hard into her gash.


Chapter 6

"Now whore I want you to have time to anticipate what I am going to do next.
I am going to squat on your face while you sniff and tongue my panties. Then
I am going to piss on your face through the fabric. I want to get as much
piss as possible on the cloth but at the same time you will be sucking my
cunt and I want to hear and see you swallowing my piss. She did as she
promised and unleashed a stream of steaming hot piss right onto my nose and
mouth.

I was revelling in my own debasement. I could feel the ripped cami-knickers
filling the walls of my cunt as I squeezed my thighs together. Meanwhile I
had grabbed a tight hold of Miss Cales bare buttocks by slipping my hands
behind my head and up inside her panties. I pulled her hard down onto my
face as urine filled my mouth and spilled out of my nose. I was fighting for
breaths in between gulps of Miss Cales hot and acrid piss. I was hardly able
to voice an objection when Miss Cale buzzed Jenna and told her to come in
and lock the door behind her.

I heard Jenna come in but was unable to move or see anything because Miss
Cale was still sitting on my face and was now holding my wrists by her knees
on the carpet.

"Wow Lillian you have obviously been having a very productive meeting"
enthused Jenna. "Don't be clever girl, can't you see I am in the middle of
something. Strip while I fill you in. Our little cunt Charlotte here is off
her face having had three fat lines. She understands that I will pull the
rug from under her whole life if she fails to be an obedient cunt. I have
stuffed her knickers in her hole and as you can see I have just pissed my
panties all over her face and if I am not mistaken she is loving it. Now I
want you to give her asshole some solid attention."

Jenna set directly to work. She hoisted my calves back over my head and Miss
Cale took a hold of my ankles leaving my wrists flopping freely now. I felt
Miss Cale pull her pants to one side so I eagerly thrust my tongue as far
into her as I could. Her musky hole was hot and tangy as I licked the walls
of her cunt. Then I felt my ass hole being oiled and tickled with a finger.
Jenna slipped a finger slowly up my tight virgin ass, then another. I felt
two fingers fucking my ass up to the knuckle and the motion was getting
faster. Miss Cale told Jenna to make room for her. I wondered what she could
mean and I was not left in suspense for long. Miss Cale shoved two of her
own fingers up my ass without ceremony which meant I now had four fingers in
my ass, two stretching me to the left and two stretching my hole to the
right.

"Good girl Jenna now sprinkle a little coke in that ass hole" Jenna put
cocaine in my ass then spat on my ass hole. The two of them took turns
spitting globs of saliva on my ass then Miss Cale finally let me breath as
she moved her pussy off my face and straddled my tits. I could still see
nothing of Jenna but I could sure feel her. Miss Cale had taken over at my
ass hole now stretching it with two fingers of either hand and Jenna had her
tongue far inside my ass hole.

"That's good girls. Jenna lick and suck on Charlotte Cunts ass hole and
Charlotte Cunt, you may rim my ass hole'. I pulled Miss Cales sopping wet
panties to one side again and began probing her ass hole with my tongue. My
hands were free so I started to stretch her ass hole in the same way mine
was being widened. I met with no objection and I was so surprised to see how
far it opened. I could see right inside her puckered pink hole so I devoured
it even more with my salivating tongue.

Now I had a strange sensation in my ass which I guessed was from the coke
being put up there. My ass hole was real numb but I felt high all over. I
felt Miss Cales weight shift and She slid off me. My vision was filled with
the sight of beautiful naked Jenna wearing the biggest strap on dildo I ever
imagined could exist. It was a clear red jelly like thing. I had no time to
protest before it was inching up my ass.

If you really want to know how degrading things got from there, and trust me
it got a lot worse, then let me know. Otherwise be happy in the knowledge
that I am still on the catwalk and enjoying my diversions and perversions.