From Pageant to Auction
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Extreme =&gt; Extreme Small Groups =&gt; Topic started by: innerslut on 23-04-2012, 09:51:56</h2>
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				Title: <strong>From Pageant to Auction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>innerslut</strong> on <strong>23-04-2012, 09:51:56</strong>
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				"They're finally gone!" Jenny squealed turning to her best friend Hannah. The other girl smiled back, giving her a mischievous look. Jenny didn't know exactly where the night was going to go, but she knew it would be the best of her life. Well, second best. She didn't think anything could top what had happened last month. Jennifer Miller had competed in the Miss Teen Indiana competition, and had won the title. She looked the part, too. She was tall, 5'8, fit, but with curves in all the right places. Her golden tan perfectly complimented her long blonde highlighted hair, and her 32C breasts were the main attraction in her home town. She was the perfect All-American girl: 16 years old, head cheerleader, with a bright future ahead of her. She was by no means dumb. She was incredibly well-spoken, and charismatic, and aptly intelligent. She did not, however, possess any street skills or common sense. She didn't need to; she had been sheltered her entire life, confined to the limits of her boring suburban hometown in southern Indiana.<br><br>It was hard to compete with such a beauty, but Hannah Moore came close. She was not as tan, and had long espresso hair. She was on the varsity soccer team, so she was more muscular and shorter. Just as attractive, but less glamorous than her Pageant friend. She was just as excited as Jennifer for the next couple days ahead of them. <br><br>Jennifer had invited Hannah along on her family's european summer vacation. They had, of course had a great time, but they had mostly been sight-seeing. The two of them had miraculously convinced Jennifer's parents to let them stay a few extra days on their own, so now they could have some real fun. Since they were in Amsterdam, tonight they were planning on going out and partying with the locals. She couldn't wait. <br><br>*&nbsp; &nbsp;*&nbsp; &nbsp;*<br><br>"Are you ready yet?" Hannah called into the bathroom. She was anxious to get going, and Jennifer alway took forever. When Jennifer finally came out of the bathroom, it was clear her time and effort had been worth it. She wasn't pretty or cute, she was sexy and promiscuous. She was wearing a tight black dress, with off the shoulder sleeves. The neckline was a deep-cut v-neck, revealing her ample cleavage, and the dress came to about an inch below her ass. To top it all of, was a pair of shiny 5-inch stiletto pumps, showing off her glistening tan legs perfectly. She had done heavy make-up, giving her eyes that pouty look, and her lips were ridiculously full, shiny, and red. She was hot and she knew it. Hannah looked pretty good too. She was wearing knee-high black leather high heel boots and a turquoise halter top dress. Jennifer went over and adjusted her friend's cleavage. She was always afraid to show it. Well, that wouldn't fly with Jenny around.<br><br>"You put it on, right?" Jenny said. She was referring to the matching black lace thongs they had bought while out shopping together. Hannah just smiled, pulling up her dress to reveal her new panties. Jenny smiled. "Alright, lets get the fuck out of here!" The girls made their way out of the hotel and out onto the street. They didn't really know where they were going; they just figured they'd explore the area until they found a popular and crowded club. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Pageant to Auction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Goose</strong> on <strong>24-04-2012, 06:23:50</strong>
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				Erik snapped his gold watch on his wrist as he checked himself out in the mirror. Short brown hair, gelled and spiked back perfectly. He adjusted his collared neck as he made sure his button-up shirt fit him perfectly. Jeans and Sperry's, and he looked just like the rest of the party crowd. Erik liked to blend in. It was, after all, what he was paid to do. Erik was damn good at what he did- almost every night he left the party with a new girl. <br><br>But he wasn't there to get laid. Well, not immediately, anyway. He was there because of a job. His job wasn't a bartender, or anything legal. He was in the sex slave business. His job was to charm women to joining him. It wasn't always easy work- wit and good looks- along with plenty of alcohol- were his best friends. But he was good at what he did. His boss loved him for it. But that's what Erik got paid as well as he did, and why Erik often got his way with women before the customers if he had a particularly good night.<br><br>It was a Friday night. Friday nights were good for Erik. Usually the dumb slut he got to join him was one of the more attractive girls- high prices for the black market.<br><br>Finally, though, the text came. His phone buzzed, and a quick check confirmed his guess. His ride outside was waiting. He sprayed cologne on himself on the way out of the apartment. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Pageant to Auction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>innerslut</strong> on <strong>27-04-2012, 09:34:40</strong>
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				Jennifer and Hannah weren't sure what the name of the club they had chosen was - they couldn't pronounce it anyway. The girls were already several drinks in, and hadn't spent a dime. Many gentlemen had been kind enough to offer them whatever drink they pleased. They were having the time of their lives. Jennifer had nonchalantly flirted with all of them, and some of them were pretty good looking. She wondered to herself which guy she should focus her attention on...
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