L.A. Bound Part 1

[CBiscuit]

CBiscuit

It was late summer 1958 and Los Angeles was hot and sticky. It was especially hot in Jim’s photo studio, so he turned on the air conditioner. Jim had mixed emotions about how this crucial day would turn out. He had placed the ad, as per his assistant’s instructions, in every suggested publication. All he could do now was hope for the best.

His employer, “Bound & Kidnapped” magazine was in trouble. It was no surprise. The concept was 20 years old, and newer and better “pin up girl type” publications like “Playboy” had been stealing the show for several years. The Eisenhower recession was raging on, and although that was contributing to the financial problems, there just might be a way to use it to save the day.

Many were out of work, and that included models, especially young upstarts. An ad was placed for some high paying modeling jobs. “Earn from $10 per hour all the way up to $200 per hour” the ad promised. The one girl selected for the cover would get $1000.

The minimum wage was 75 cents an hour. They were already getting hundreds of models for $3-$5 per hour. This work would be different though. The stories would describe the girls being stripped fully naked now, along with some underwear ripping. There would be new "girl on girl" story themes as well. The new pictures would have to match that story content, and would be in color for the first time. That’s why the magazine had hired a special female assistant to help recruit and orient the girls.

Lori was 27 and was too old for the kidnapped and bound teenage girl theme. None of the girls were really teens, but most were still young enough to look the part, especially in the former black and white pictures in the crime stories section of the magazine. Lori was tall, 5 feet 8 and had a slim build, large firm breasts, and great legs. Her raven black hair that went nearly to her waist and her soft brown eyes completed her look.

Lori would not be there for another hour. After that, the models would start pounding on the door any time, provided the ads had worked their magic. Jim was worried. Many other magazines like this one were already gone. As he sipped his black coffee, Jim day dreamed about his early days with the magazine.

On the first Monday of the month, the latest issue of Bound & Kidnapped would hit the streets. The newsstands would all be swamped with buyers, and some would be sold out early in the day.

Also on that exciting day, over a hundred models would be at the door of his studio, hoping to get in the next month’s issue. All were photographed while bound and gagged, and usually in various states of undress. Only about 20 or so would make the final cut for the issue, and only one would make the color cover and get the big check.

The girls came from all over the world. Some spent their last dollar for some kind of transportation, and others even hitch hiked to get there. Jim knew that the chances of any girl being discovered and going big time from this low budget magazine were slim indeed. That never seemed to discourage them though. They all seemed to think they would be the next Marilyn Monroe!

In those early days, the ropes and handcuffs that the girls were bound with were all props. The handcuffs had a small button that the model could reach that released them. The ropes all had elastic sections that could be stretched. The girls were never actually bound.

Over time that changed, and the girls soon got used to real ropes and handcuffs. Then later on knock out scenes were acted out. The girls were photographed being chloroformed, and then sitting or lying limp in bondage. The readers went wild, and sales soared, but other magazines soon copied the idea.

The magazine was about to go all color and contain nudity. To earn the new and higher wages promised, the girls would have to do things they had never done before. That’s where Lori came in. She would make them feel comfortable and ease the transition. Lori would also be the one to decide what each model would do, and how much she would be paid.

The top was down in Lori’s T-Bird convertible as she sped down Sunset Blvd. The wind was blowing her long hair and cooling her face as she approached the studio. Lori had made good money as a model but she was past that phase. She was management now. She was almost drunk with a feeling of new power!

Lori was a closet lesbian. She licked her lips at the thought of the power she would now have over the new young models. Hollywood was full of casting couches. Those were run by men though. Now she would have one of her own. It sent chills down her spine just thinking about it. Never in her life had she been this anxious to get to work on a Monday morning!

Jim suddenly jumped to present day from his daydream when he heard the side door open. It was Lori. “Wow is she gorgeous!” he thought to himself. “If only I was 20 years younger…” He politely wished Lori good morning and told her she could use the front office to screen the models.

Lori returned Jim’s greeting and proceeded to the office. She placed her purse, and a small briefcase that she was carrying, on the large desk and sat down. She looked at the clock on the wall. Ten minutes to model call. When she looked out the window she was both aghast and elated. The line of young models at the front door was so long that she could not see the end.

As usual, some of the girls looked under 18. She would have to check ID’s carefully. The cops would shut them down if they were caught using underage women. Lori closed the curtain so nobody outside could see into the office. Then she looked around. There was a small love seat between her desk and the door to the dressing room. It wasn’t a full couch, but it would do.

There was a wooden audition chair and a table full of bondage supplies, mainly ropes, gags, and handcuffs. On the floor, under the table, were 3 clothes baskets. One was filled with panties, another with bras, and the last one with many pairs of high heeled shoes. There was also a photo light and a camera set up. Lori would take a shot or 2 of each applicant and keep it for her records.

At exactly nine AM, Lori opened the door and called out,

“Ok girls, I’ll take the first 5 blondes.”

In seconds 5 blondes pushed their way to the head of the line and entered the office. Lori checked their ID’s first. All papers looked legit and the youngest was 19. As she checked their ID’s Lori wrote down their names. Then she sent them to the dressing room. They were ordered to strip to just their bra, panties, and shoes and to come into the office as they were called.

Cindy’s name was called out first. She shrieked in delight at being the first and ran into the office. Cindy was about 5 feet 2 and had bright blue eyes. Her breasts were large and her body looked like that of a typical high school or college cheerleader. She strutted into the room wearing just a baby blue bra and panties set and brown leather high heeled pumps.

“Sit in this chair.” Lori politely ordered. Lori quickly handcuffed Cindy’s hands behind her back. Then she knelt down and wrapped a thick rope around Cindy’s ankles. She didn’t bother to tie it. Finally, Lori gagged Cindy with a long scarf.

Lori flipped the bright light on and started snapping photos. Now came the hard part, getting the girls to show a look of terror in their eyes. Most girls were giggling and unthreatened by the quick, and obviously fake, bondage routine.

Lori coached her until she got at least one appropriate photo. Then she uncuffed Cindy and had her do the walk in front of her desk. The instructions were the same for every girl,

“Pull your bra straps completely off both shoulders. That’s good; now pull your underpants down to just above your knees. OK step out of your high heels, and sit in the chair by the desk.”

Now the interview would begin. Lori quickly asked questions and checked boxes on a form. Their age, where they came from, marital and boyfriend status, and where they were staying. Girls with no place to stay were told to report to a boarding house that was run by Paula, an ex lover of Lori’s.

Cindy sat in the chair and eagerly awaited her interview. Lori looked her over carefully as they spoke. With her bra straps off her shoulders, Cindy’s nipples were visible. They were small and erect. Lori could also tell that Cindy was a real blond since her panties were down. Cindy’s bare feet looked OK, but she would need a pedicure.

Cindy was 22. She had no boyfriend and no place to stay. Lori gave her the address of the boarding house, told her to put her shoes back on, fix her panties and bra, and report to the studio. She would start at $10 an hour. If her first shoot went well, she would be asked back to Lori’s office to discuss advancement.

Within 4 hours, Lori had processed all the girls that they would need for that month’s issue. She went to lunch, and would be re-interviewing the “special” girls at 3 PM.

Cindy had finally reached the boarding house after walking nearly a mile in the heat. She was wearing a tight white T shirt, a pair of very short shorts, and sneakers. Everything else she owned was in a small duffel bag that she carried. She climbed the 4 steps and rang the bell.

Paula was watching out the window and had seen Cindy approaching. When the bell rang, she eagerly ran to answer the door. Paula also had been a model, and was still beautiful. She had red hair and green eyes. Her breasts were small, but firm, and her legs turned heads every where she went. Modeling stockings and garter belts had been her specialty.

Paula let Cindy in and had her put down her purse and duffel bag by the door. Then Paula gave Cindy a small glass of lemonade to drink as she wrote down the information to sign her in. Cindy drank the lemonade down quickly since she was hot from the walk.

“Ok, let me show you to your room now. Get your things and follow me.” Paula said.

The room was on the first floor. Cindy was told to place her things on the bed on the right.

“Your roommate will be Jill.” Paula said. “She is still at the studio working now. The other girls are all out back by the pool. Why don’t you put a swimsuit on and join them.”

Cindy was elated. The heat was awful and the pool sounded wonderful. After Paula left the room, she opened her duffel and pulled out her swimsuit. It was red and slightly small on her. It was one piece and zipped up the back. Then a top flap portion covered her breasts and tied behind her neck.

Cindy stripped down to just her sneakers and pulled the suit on. Then she quickly pulled up the zipper and afterward she tied the strings around her neck carefully. If that bow were to come undone, she would suddenly be topless!

When Cindy walked back to the living room to find the way to the pool, Paula was standing there holding a bottle of sun tan lotion.

“Sit on the sofa, and let me put this on you first.” Paula warned. “It’s really sunny out there and you won’t be much good for modeling with sunburn!”

As Cindy sat on the couch she was feeling a little lightheaded. When she revealed that fact to Paula, she was told that it was probably the heat.

Paula knew Cindy would pass out soon now. She didn’t want any lotion on her yet, if she could help it. She would stall for time. Paula said,

“Here, let’s take your sneakers off first.”

Cindy sat on the couch as Paula untied and partially unlaced each of Cindy’s sneakers. When they were really loose, Paula slipped each one off slowly.

Cindy’s bare feet finally felt the cool carpet. She was totally relaxed now and wasn’t worried about anything! The sedative that Paula had put in her lemonade was working nicely. Paula was pulling on Cindy’s top string now. Cindy was barely aware of what was happening as the bow was untied completely and the suit flap fell down revealing her large breasts.

Paula looked at Cindy’s breasts in awe as they fell free. Cindy’s eyes were glazed and beginning to blink. Paula could tell that she was losing focus. It wouldn’t be long now!

Cindy tried to blink her eyes to focus, but it was hopeless. She just couldn’t do it. That’s the last thing she remembered as her pretty blond head fell limp in Paula’s arms.

Paula held Cindy’s limp body against her and pulled the zipper on the back of her bathing suit all the way down. The tiny suit slipped off easily now and Paula tossed it on the floor next to Cindy’s sneakers. Finally Paula stretched Cindy out on the sofa on her back. Then she stepped back to admire her new prize.

Cindy’s naked and unconscious body took Paula’s breath away. Lori had really sent her a prize with this one! Paula had her way with Cindy’s limp body for nearly 2 hours. Then she applied suntan lotion all over Cindy’s body, and carefully put her swimsuit back on.

Cindy woke up about 10 minutes later. Her head was resting on the back of the sofa and she felt wonderful, although a little bit sleepy.

“You fell asleep while I was putting the lotion on you.” Paula said. “I decided to leave you alone and let you take a little nap. Why don’t you go to the pool now?”

Cindy got up and walked into the back yard. She had no way of knowing that she had just lost over 2 hours. There were several other girls already swimming in or sitting around the pool. As soon as Cindy dove in the cool water, her sleepiness passed. In fact, she had never felt better in her life. Never had she been paid so much for such easy work! The living quarters were fantastic. It was only her first day, and she loved L.A. already!

[larrydude]

Great story!!!!!!!!!!