She'd been on her hands and knees. Johnnie Welsh was kneeling naked behind her, his hot prick sliding in and out of her cunthole. Mark Spencer had been in front of her face, cock buried to the balls in her sucking, slurping mouth.

What a screaming mess that had been. Amy had only just managed to avoid being sent to a convent school in the mid-west, and had been grounded for three months. She'd certainly reformed since then.

An hour later, she was checking the television schedule when the doorbell rang. She looked up in irritation. She didn't feel like visitors just now. She sighed, and got up, moving across the plush rug to the door.

She opened it a crack, with the chain still on, and peeked out. It was Manuel!

"Hello Rebecka." he smiled.

"Manuel! What are you doing here?" she stammered.

"I got bored and decided to do some work. I thought I'd come and see you about a modeling assignment for tomorrow"

"Come come." he said impatiently, holding up a folder. "This is a major national magazine." Amy considered. She wished she had time to call the station, but she'd blow her cover if she didn't let him in at once.

"Come on in." she smiled, closing the door and pulling the chain off.

Manuel walked in slowly, looking around at the little apartment. "Very nice." he commented. "Thank you." Amy responded.

Manuel went over to the couch and sat down. "Would you like something to drink?" Amy queried. "Yes, a bourbon please if you have it. Amy shook her head.

"Scotch?" she asked.

He shrugged and nodded.

"So what is the shoot?" she asked from the kitchenette.

"Bathing suits." he called back.

"You have a wonderful body, as you reminded me today. I know you will look fabulous."