The Teen Models' Wild Weekend

Zoey Avery dreamed of becoming crowned beauty queen. She wanted it more than anything. Raised by strict parents it was the one indulgence allowed to her to enjoy her exquisite natural beauty. She also planned to remain virginal and pure until she was ready to give herself over to the she found her true love. But beauty competitions arenít easy. They are full of beautiful young women who all want to win.

In her quest for the highest crown in the pageant circuit, Zoey knew there might be a price to pay. Soon she learns just what she is willing to do and who she is willing to do it with to win that dream. Zoey planned on earning that crown, and if her talent act wasnít good enough, well she knew she was a quick study and the lessons she needed to help her win might have been considered deviant by some, but they were going to be a lot of fun too.

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What do you think, Mr. Cohen?" she asked.

His smiled faded. "Your act definitely needs some polishing," he said. "Let me give you some tips..."

He got down to business and gave her more than an hour's instruction, a lot of advice which definitely improved her performance. Zoey was extremely grateful. As MC of the contest, he was a very busy man, and she knew that he also had a wife and four children waiting for him at home.

Finally Cohen took a deep breath and said, "With your looks and with those improvements in your act, you'll probably win, Zoey. But I can't guarantee it. There's some awfully stiff competition. There's only one way you can be absolutely sure of winning the Miss Corydon pageant."

"What's that. Mr. Cohen?" Zoey said anxiously.

Cohen got up and walked over to where Zoey stood, still resting from her Dance routine. He put his hands on her bare shoulders and looked her right in the eye. His hands felt hot and sweaty on her naked flesh, and she wanted to cringe away from him. But that would hurt his feelings. Zoey stood still.

"Zoey," he said, a husky note in his voice, "if you were extremely nice to me, I could guarantee you'd win the contest."

"I-I don't understand," Zoey said.

"Let me put it this way," Cohen said, his hands tightening on her silky-smooth shoulders. "I have every one of those judges in my pocket. They all owe me favors. I can name the winner even before the contest starts. And I'll name you, Zoey, if you do just one little thing for me."

Zoey was very excited. She didn't even care that Cohenís suggestion meant cheating. All she saw was a sure-fire way to win the contest. There were several other girls whose talent outshone hers and who were pretty enough to win. She didn't want to take that chance.

"What do you want me to do, Mr. Cohen?" she said eagerly.

He looked her in the eye and said, "Go to bed with me."

Zoey staggered back away from him, her face flaming with shock and shame. At last she understood why he'd given her special attention. He only wanted to get into her pants. The idea sickened her. And yet he'd promised that she'd win the Miss Corydon title if she'd ball him.

"Think about it, Zoey," he said, hungrily eyeing her superb young body. "If you make love to me, here and now, you'll be Miss Corydon tomorrow. But if you don't, I can't promise any special favors. One of the other girls could win."

Zoey swallowed hard. What was it to be, her virginity or the title? Her morals or her ambition? She didn't want to lose her innocence to this pudgy middle-aged bastard, but the beauty pageant meant everything to her, her ticket to fame and fortune.

"Come on, honey, it's not such a big deal," Cohen said with a grin. "Just one little screw in exchange for a whole beauty contest. Seems like a bargain to me."

Zoey considered. The only man she'd ever wanted to give her cherry to was Nate, and he'd broken off their relationship and vowed never to see her again. All she had left now was her ambition to be Miss Teen North America. And she realized that she'd do anything to get that title -- anything.