Teen, 19, is fucked at her photoshoot audition by agent

The sun beat down on the cement as nineteen-year-old Lila walked along the grimy sidewalk, her sandals slapping against the hot pavement. She tugged at the hem of her tiny sundress, trying to cover more of her shapely thighs. Lila was on her way to her first ever photoshoot audition, and nervous energy buzzed through her body. She wanted this gig badly. If she landed the job as the face of Teen Pulse magazine, it would be her big break in the modeling world.

Rounding the corner, Lila spotted the crumbling warehouse that housed the studio. She approached the rickety door and hesitantly knocked. After a few tense moments, it swung open to reveal a middle-aged man with a receding hairline and beady eyes that roamed hungrily over Lila’s body.

“Well hello there, pretty thing,” he greeted, flashing a yellowed grin. “You must be Lila. I’m Vince, the producer. Won’t you please come in?”

Lila stepped inside the dimly lit space, her nose wrinkling at the musty smell. Vince ushered her down a long hallway towards another door.

“Most of our initial casting interviews take place in my private office,” he explained, placing a clammy hand on the small of her back as they walked. Lila tensed at his touch. Something about Vince made her skin crawl.

They entered a small room with a desk, a couch, and some shelves. Vince gestured for Lila to have a seat on the couch. She perched on the edge nervously, smoothing her dress.

“So, tell me a little about yourself, Lila,” Vince began, settling into the desk chair and openly staring at her cleavage. “What made you want to become a model?”

Lila swallowed, unfolding the resume she’d brought. “W-well, I’ve always loved fashion and being in front of the camera. I was the producer for my high school’s TV station, and I walked in a few local runway shows. I’m really excited about the opportunity Teen Pulse is offering. I’d love to be the spokesmodel!”

“We’re looking for a fresh face who can connect with our young female readership,” Vince said, writing something on a notepad. “And I must say, you’ve got an ‘it’ factor. That sexy little body could sell a lot of magazines.”

Lila’s cheeks flushed pink. Vince’s words made her feel dirty. “I…I’m glad you think I have potential,” she stammered. “What exactly is the next step in the casting process?”

Vince leaned forward, steepling his fingers. “Well, hun, normally at this stage we’d like to see you modeling a few specific looks we have in mind for the calendar. You know, get a feel for your shape and how you move.” He stood and rummaged through a box, pulling out some sexy swimsuits and lingerie. “Here we go. Why don’t you pop into the dressing room and slip into these for me? I’ll wait outside the door.”

Lila hesitated, second guessing her decision to audition here alone. But this was her dream, and she knew this was just part of the process. “Okay, sure,” she agreed, taking the skimpy clothes.

Lila changed into the red string bikini, tugging the minuscule triangles to cover as much as possible. She emerged from the room to find Vince sprawled on the couch, palm rubbing his crotch. He whistled appreciatively when he saw her.

“My god, if you weren’t jailbait, I’d absolutely ravage you right now,” he growled. “Come on over here baby, give me a twirl.”

Feeling extremely uncomfortable, Lila gently shook her head. “I’m not really comfortable modeling this skimpy stuff for just you. Maybe we could do some simple test shots?”

Vince scowled, standing up. He stalked towards her, backing her up until she hit the wall. “Listen, little miss innocent,” he hissed. “In this industry, you gotta be willing to do what it takes to get ahead. I’m offering you a huge break here.”

Lila trembled, trapped under his hard stare. Vince grabbed her wrist and dragged her over to the couch. Her bikini top fell loose and she hastily tried to cover herself.

“What are you doing? Stop!” Lila cried, struggling against his grip. But Vince was too strong. He flung her face down on the couch cushions and climbed on top of her, pinning her down with his weight.

Lila screamed and fought, trying to buck him off. But Vince was too heavy. She felt his hand ripping the bikini bottoms away and shuddered in revulsion as his thick fingers shoved inside her dry, virgin hole.

“Cunny feels nice and tight,” Vince grunted, moving his digits in and out. “Gonna stuff it with my cock now and make you feel real good. I’ll give you a head start in this business.”

Lila sobbed and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to shut out the vicious violation. Vince ripped his belt off and freed his large, pulsing erection. He notched the blunt head at the entrance of her virgin folds and slammed inside brutally with one hard thrust.

Lila screamed in pain as her hymen tore and his engorged member violated the tight walls of her sex. Vince pounding into her trenches skin deep, grunting and rutting like the animal he was. Tears streamed down Lila’s face as he deflowered her and used her young body ruthlessly.

“Yeahh, take this cock,” he groaned, hips pistoning. “Such a little fuck toy…gotta ruin that sweet cunt.”

Lila whimpered brokenly, unable to fight Vince’s relentless assault. Her previous hopes of being a model turned to ashes of humiliation and anguish. This is what it took to get ahead in this industry? Selling her teenage body to a brutish pig? No, she was worth more than this filth…

Vince suddenly slammed in deep, cock pulsing as he unloaded his hot seed inside her unwilling womb. Lila gagged, muscles clenching in rebellion against the intrusive spurts. Finally, Vince softened and pulled out with a wet plop.

Lila lay broken on the couch, dress bunched around her waist as Vince’s cum dribbled lewdly from her stretched hole down her inner thighs. Her innocence had been viciously ripped away.

“Well, excellent first audition, Lila,” Vince said, tucking himself back in his pants. “I’ll be in touch with the Teen Pulse team soon. Don’t expect anything until next week though, as I’ve got a few other pretty young things to audition. You’re one of the best so far though.”

Lila forced herself up on shaky legs, steadying herself on the wall. She couldn’t get out of there fast enough. Gathering her things, Lila fled the room and ran from the warehouse on wobbly knees, forever scarred by her harsh initiation into an industry that dehumanized and exploited young women.