That evening, Sandy dressed in a poor white trash outfit. She wore a pair of cutoff daisy-dukes that were ripped and torn at the base. They were also a size too short for her - which revealed some of her precious soft white ass cheeks. Her soft white bottom looked round and firm in the mirror - begging to be touched, massaged, and explored. Sandy smiled to herself as she look at herself in the mirror. She knew what Mr. Trent liked in a young girl and she was more than willing to give it to him. She also wore a trashy looking cherry red cutoff top - which was extremely short because it was nearly three years old and Sandy and done some growing since she was thirteen. She wore no bra for this occasion, and her luscious boobs were clearly outlined and the bottom portions of her soft white globes were plainly visible to the naked eye.

Sandy finished applying a heavy dose of cherry red lipstick to match her trashy cutoff top and her deep black eyeliner and mascara - which had also been applied in heavy doses. After taking a big snort of coke from her private stash under her small bed, she hurried downstairs and snuck out the door before her mother could ask stupid questions. It was a long walk, but she quickly made it to the practice field at school and waited anxiously for Mr. Trent's familiar SUV to pull up by the curb. Like clockwork, Mr. Trent arrived with someone else in tow. It must have been the other "gentleman" that he had mentioned to her the other night. Sandy liked admirers and so she didn't mind. She got a good look at him before she was instructed to get in the back seat. The man was young and handsome and seemed very well built from the limited view she could see. Sandy felt herself becoming slightly attracted to him - and her stupid lil' cunny became moist and damp as she imagined doing some "sexy" modeling for him.

The men said very little to her during their trip back to Mr. Trent's studio basement. They exchanged small talk amongst one another and occasionally glared at Sandy in the rear view mirror. They weren't looking at her face - rather her slutty looking outfit and jiggling boobs which bounced slightly every time the SUV hit a bump in the road. Sandy didn't mind. She liked being admired and wanted to become a famous model some day. This was just the starting point - or so she thought. ......(cont)