On Monday morning, Steve received an urgent call from Ken Svetlana, who ran Models' Inc. for him. "Steve, I got the call from Maitlan he's ready to sign with Models' Inc.. He's narrowed it down to Tina, Susan, and Lisa, final decision will be made next week," he almost ran on out of breath. "Can you believe it? We've got it, the largest media fashion-contract there is, $37 fucking million!" Ken had been assiduously pursuing this contract for three years, as had every other agency in the world.
"Congratulations, Ken! I knew you would come through. Where do we go from here?" Steve asked. "Maitlan will send his plane on Wednesday to pick up the girls and you and me. We'll meet him at his resort in Bridgetown down in Barbados. He wants to get to know the girls a little better before he makes up his mind which one."
"Sounds good, Ken. I'll be able to get away. You work with Sherry and get the girls all ready and we'll meet up with you on Wednesday."
Early Wednesday morning, Steve's helicopter shuttle picked up the five of them at the helipad on top of the compound. They landed at JFK and then boarded Maitlan's Lear Jet. The paparazzi were out in force. Whenever three of the most-demanded models in the world, the most powerful media tycoon and Models' Inc.'s CEO were in one place, it was a sure bet that the press would be on hand.
The girls were adorable and ravishing. They had been primped, pampered, and run through their routines. They had spent several hours a day working out for months and had never looked better. They coquettishly entertained the paparazzi's questions till Steve pulled them away.
When they arrived in Bridgetown, Maitlan was there to greet them with his famous hospitality, flowered wreaths, and kind words. His shuttle stood by to ferry them to his renowned resort the Valhalla, nestled in the Carlisle Bay to the Southwest of Bridgetown. On the flight, Tina sat in the middle perch, while Maitlan sat flanked by Lisa and Susan. Maitlan, being a Spaniard, had a familiar manner anyway, but he simply snuggled each of the girls on the way, being careful to not favor one over the other. They, of course, adored him. Maitlan, in his mid-thirties, was "tall, dark and handsome", not to mention, rich, connected, built, and available, with a scintillating personality that would put anyone at ease.
Although Maitlan had a well-established reputation for chasing young girls and a wild life-style, this encouraged the Models' Inc. girls who looked forward to bedding him, not just for the modeling contract, but because they each found him irresistible.
Along the way, he pointed out the rugged ridges and ravines along the coastline and the beautiful blue waters above the thick coral reefs. There was much excited chatter and vivacious conversation till the helicopter landed at his private helipad on the top of his residence. All were told to rest and prepare for an informal soiree at 9:00 PM; there was to be a surprise announcement.
Everyone assembled in their Caribbean garb in Maitlan's personal suite for an exquisite dinner of fresh seafood of every variety. The girls were too nervous to eat much, but tried to maintain there composure as best they could.
When the time came, Maitlan stood. "Girls, Ken, Steve. Thank you for coming. The reason for inviting you here is less in the spirit of a contest, and more in the spirit of a celebration. You see, in the process of seeking the model who would best represent, Know! I was looking for three things. Sex appeal, youth, and verve and all three of you exceptional young women have all three. For that reason I'm proud to have all three of you represent Know!" With that the three girls jumped up, squealed, hugged each other, Steve, Ken and then Maitlan. The papers were signed, champagne was uncorked and the celebration began.
Well after midnight, after the reality of the situation had settled into each of the girl's pretty heads, libations of every variety were consumed. Maitlan broke out several heaping trays of the world's finest cocaine. They all decided it was time to hit some dance clubs in Barbados, so Maitlan called for a car.
Tina insisted on sitting in Maitlan's lap for the ride. Maitlan had no complaints as they had been openly flirting all night. Tina sat her narrow ass on Maitlan's lap and kept running her fingers through his long hair and cooing, Maitlan ran his hands up Tina's long legs and murmured into her dainty ear. Black stockings showed beneath a shear scarf Tina used as a miniskirt. It was smartly tied on one side of her narrow waist. Her nipples erected through her thin silk halter. It only had one button done-up on it, allowing Maitlan great latitude to tweak her nipple as he ran his other hand up her shapely legs. Tina gently pressed her sleek ass on his swelling groin.
Tina then ran her hand over Maitlan's lightly haired chest, through his unbuttoned shirt, and pinched his nipples. Maitlan soon spread the halves of Tina's halter and freed her small hard-nippled breasts. She fed one of them to his voracious lips. He tongued and sucked it greedily till it seemed ready to burst. Pulling her stiff nipple free from his sucking lips, Tina unzipped his khaki jeans and carefully extracted his stiff cock. Kneeling at his feet, her skirt up around her waist and her slim finger in her naked cunt, she looked up into his dark eyes and sucked the tip of the hard prick hungrily. Maitlan hauled Tina onto the black leather seat, pushed up her short-fringed, scarf mini-dress, spread her legs, pushing them back till they almost touched the window behind her, slid her black panty strip to one side, and slid his hard cock up her hot cunt with one swift stroke.
"Oh, Christ. Fuck me up!" she spat. Tina then pulled Maitlan's face down to hers and tongued him in a sadistic frenzy with the shaft protruding from her little tongue. Maitlan went wild. He withdrew his shaft from her tight cunt, centered it on her rose-petal asshole and deliberately pushed into her ass-end. Tina started strumming her tiny clitoris rapidly and started moaning hysterically until she bleated out her several orgasms.
By now Ken and Steve had had their stiff dicks fished out of their pants and Susan was stroking and licking Ken's and Lisa was doing the same to Steve's.
Steve eventually lifted up Lisa and sat her, in his lap. She pulled up her mini-dress, no panties, and worked her bald slit down his stiff boner, helping her by spreading the tiny lips as she went. She moaned furiously while the huge dick spread her tight hole. As much as they had been fucking the last few months, Lisa was still too tight to take it easily.
Maitlan, being finished with Tina, watched as the gorgeous teen model arched her pliable torso and slid her delectable slit down and around on Steve's arrogantly jutting hard-on. In a fit of passion he positioned himself behind the Goddess' bouncing rump, steadied her and pushed his dick up her little asshole nestled between the adorable tanned buttocks.
Although Lisa had recently turned thirteen, she still had only had two cocks in her a few times. Usually Steve and either Billie or one of Steve's friends. Last year at school when she was fucking a guy in his car in the parking lot, one of his friends would want to fuck her asshole at the same time that she had a dick up her cunt, but she always made him wait his turn.
But now she marveled at the extraordinary feeling of two thick slabs of meat sticking up between her race-horse thin legs into her tight woman-child cunt and asshole. The men gripped her by the ass and legs, and bounced her lithe body up and down on their stiff cocks.
"Oh fuuuck. That feels so fucking dreamy, you guys. You like fucking me? Huh? Huh? You guys, you like fucking one of the new Know! models, huh?!?!" She giggled and ran her hands down between her legs and over the part of their dicks that wouldn't quite fit into her and then wrapped her fingers around their thick fuck-sticks at the junction where they were sticking up into her cunt and asshole. The men loved the added friction (not that it was required) of her fingers wrapped around their flesh as they sawed their dicks in and out of the hot slut.
They had pulled-up to a stop light and one of the side windows had been lowered to get some fresh air in the limousine. A red Ferarri pulled up next to the open window with two large black men in it while Steve and Maitlan were bouncing Lisa up and down on their cocks and she was sucking Steve's tongue. Their jaws dropped in disbelief at the exhibition. Lisa saw them and smiled. "Hiya tigers, haven't ya ever seen a girl have a little fun?" she tittered and winked, her bare teen-meat breasts bouncing to the movement of the two men pounding their swollen cocks into her hairless nether holes. "Where ya going?" they asked incredulously as the limo driver pulled away.
Maitlan reached around Lisa's shoulders pawed the tits that were sticking up above the black leather bustier she had pulled down. He pinched her cherry-red nipples and Steve stuck out his tongue and licked the nipple. While Maitlan was pinching it, Lisa went wild and bent her head and tongued along with Steve. The heated, lewd action made both Steve and Maitlan shoot their massive loads into the little girl-model at the same time.
"Oh Christ, Jesus fuck!" they moaned as they jetted their loads into the tight holes her compact booty contained.
"Oh fuck! You fuckin' studs. Shoot it up me! That's it, shoot it up me! Oh, fuck!" She pulled Steve's head to her sweaty cleavage and hugged him tight.
After a minute, when all the sex spasms had stopped, she slowly lifted her ass from the cocks. As she did, thick streams of their jizm steamed from both her holes. She caught as much as she could in her thin fingers and licked it into her pink-lipped mouth.
"Mmmm," she giggled. She then wiped herself with a towel, pulled down her miniskirt and pulled up her bustier so the nipples were barely covered. As they pulled-up to the club she said somewhat haughtily but with a giggle, "Let's see what kind of trouble we can get into in here." She then shimmied her hot ass out the car and up the walkway, making it apparent that she did not intend to be with either of the men who just came in her. Her clit was still stiff and this girl was on the prowl.
"You looked like such a hot, little slut with those two cocks up you!" Susan complimented her as they entered the nightclub. "It really made me horny. I didn't get fucked yet, you know."
The club was a madhouse. The manager was expecting Maitlan. Maitlan had purchased the club several years ago and occasionally came by with several party girls and other friends. But tonight was special; there was electricity in the air. A new era had begun at Know! with the signing of the dynamic trio of young girl models, and everyone seemed to feel it in the air.
As for the girls, they were struttin' it. They had now joined the highest echelon of flesh-talent on the planet and they were out to show they deserved it. And now that the contracts had been signed, nothing they did now would change the success they had achieved. Party time!
Susan grabbed Lisa's hand, squeezed it, and pulled her out for a dance to the throbbing music. The sea of hot bodies parted for them as they took a place on a lighted platform and started to move their bodies. Susan's hip grinding dance style simulated sex and she drug her hands up her thighs as she palpitated her hips to the demanding bass of the Caribbean beat. Her black suede hot-shorts were cut several inches above her ass cheeks and had a silver zipper that ran down the front of her flat tummy, between her legs, and up between her svelte rump cheeks. The small amount of her tit-flesh that was untanned, shown clearly through the diaphanous, silk blouse that flowed freely from her shoulders to just below the jutting tits. Every man's eye in the club was on the two writhing models.
When the next song started, the two nymphs started grinding their breasts against each other and running their hands over each others curvaceous thighs, buttocks, and tits. They stuck their little tongues out and wiggled them sinuously together. Any man that looked at the lewd display for more that ten seconds was bound to get an erection and the women in the club feigned disgust, but were actually just jealous, knowing that either of the girls could easily take any one of their boyfriends. Their boyfriends would go even if they knew the truth: the permissive, sexy, slut-girls would simply use them for their hard cocks before they went on to the next rendezvous with the next stud. But these girls wanted nothing to do with these pathetic islanders.
After several dances, the girls worked their way through the crowd of gaping onlookers over to the bar for a drink. They each ordered a frosty papaya daiquiri and were sipping away when they saw two large black men, grinning shyly, approaching them.
"Oh, my God," Lisa exclaimed. "It's those same guys! The ones in the Ferarri that saw me when I was getting double-fucked in the limo."
"Hi, girls, you looked great dancing up there," they eagerly started the conversation. Were they from Barbados? No. They were players for the Rockets on vacation. Did they follow them to the club? Yes. They admitted they recognized Susan and Lisa from fashion magazines and other media coverage and were big fans. What were they doing later? Nothing without them!
The two models chatted coquettishly with the very large, dark, beefy Negroes. Every guy's eye in the place was on the celebrity basketball stars and the very provocatively built prepubescent super-models. The girls encouraged the Negroes by sidling closer, and in fact, Susan reached out to the biggest Negro and touched his arm – as if to emphasize a point in her conversation. At that, the Negro stud confidently reached out and put his arm about the girl, almost touching her well-displayed nipples and breasts. Susan closed the distance and discreetly rubbed them on his arm and then his lower chest. Even though the teen super-models were tall, they were dwarfed by the huge, hulking basketball stars.
So they told the Steve, Maitlan and Tina they would be home sometime later. They hugged and kissed them good-bye, and Maitlan called for a car for the girls. He also discretely ordered several of his security agents to follow them and make sure they stayed out of trouble. Of course fucking certainly wasn't considered trouble with this crowd.