Amber's Summer (Incomplete)

Amber’s Summer

It was only the first day after graduation and Amber already had her mind set on finding a part time summer job. With most of her friends away on summer vacations she felt like she needed something to keep her busy, besides, the extra cash would buy her a whole new wardrobe for college in the fall. She sat at the kitchen table on this beautiful morning searching through the want ads in the Sunday paper. After spending hours going over a long list of semi-skilled jobs she became quite frustrated about what they had to offer. She hated the idea of working fast food or janitorial, it was just out of the question.

Just as she was about to crumple up the paper she tuned the page and spotted a large ad seeking positions for a local modeling agency. Amber’s mind pondered with the idea for sometime. Not so long ago, she believed that girls working for modeling agencies were nothing more than a bunch of cheap sluts. But certain events over the last few years have definitely changed her attitude. Competitive events that have made her realize what she and her body are capable of. Now, she even craved situations that would put her directly up against a tough rival. She told herself that competing for a modeling position with a bunch of cheap sluts might be just what she’s been looking for.

Amber was certainly a very attractive young women with looks that would surely meet every mans idea of perfection. Her thick red hair and firm yet soft sensuous body would certainly challenge any mans distaste for red heads. Riveting blue eyes with a face so beautiful and sexy. She has kept in excellent shape from all the years of cheerleading and gymnastics. Her skin is smooth, creamy white, practically freckle free, and she tans nicely in the sunshine. There is no doubt she has what it takes.

Amber glanced over the ad again. Interviews were by appointment only and required a two hundred-dollar application fee. In return they would receive an outfit and lingerie set from their exclusive catalog. Amber reached for the phone and dialed the 800 number posted in the ad.

Amber made sure she woke up bright and early the morning of her interview. After taking a long hot shower she spent hours trimming, smoothing, and beautifying. She took extra time brushing out her long, thick lustrous hair and lightly applied makeup to outline her beautiful blue eyes. Amber was the type of girl that didn’t need a lot of makeup. She gave herself a manicure and then a pedicure. Amber always believed she had the cutest and sexiest hands and feet ever, and took extra time in pampering them. She applied candy red nail polish to her toes and fingernails.

Sweet smelling lotions and oils were rubbed up and down her entire body, making her skin even more soft and smooth. She lightly sprayed her entire body in her favorite perfume. After putting on matching white lace bra she slipped into a smooth pair of nude pantyhose. She chose to wear no panties. Amber just loved the feel of nylon pressing against her naked, neatly trimmed crotch. She chose a tight fitting white lace top and an ultra short black skirt. Her feet slipped into a black pair of 4-inch high heels. After searching for her car keys for nearly 15 minutes she made it out of the house worrying about the time. 

She managed to quickly find a parking space in the crowded downtown parking lots. “What luck.” she thought to herself. She ran across the busy street and made her way into the lobby of the downtown skyscraper. She repeatedly pressed the up button while cursing the speed of the elevators. Finally one of several doors opened allowing her access. Pushing number 45 she paced back and forth still cursing out loud. The elevator took her non-stop to 45. “Ten minutes early!” She exclaimed. The doors opened and she ran down the hall and quickly found Suite 4511.

Amber was somewhat surprised to see twenty or so scanty clad girls sitting across from each other along the walls of a long narrow waiting room. She spotted a woman sitting behind a small window. She went over and tapped on the glass. The woman opened the window and had her sign in. She paid the two hundred dollars and then was handed an application to fill out. Amber then made her way through the narrow isle that was congested with twenty pairs of nylon stocking legs. Some of the girls didn’t even bother pulling their legs in to let Amber by. She felt her nylon legs brushing roughly against the nylon stocking legs of several girls as she made her way to the end of the narrow waiting room.

All eyes seemed to be on her as she took her seat. Amber felt like she was being picked apart like a piece of meat, although the “new girl” inspection seemed to wear off within a few minutes.

Amber proceeded to fill out her application, occasionally peeking up out of the corner of her eye. She noticed most of the girls giving each other shit eating looks and could feel extreme hostility in the room. The competition was fierce.

As she continued on with her application, she started to find some of the questions rather strange. Now some of them she could understand due to the position she was applying for. They wanted to know height, weight, measurements, and even shoe size. But questions like "Do you enjoy competition between girls?" and "Have you every been in a catfight?" These questions struck Amber as being out of the ordinary. Now Amber has certainly had her share of scuffles, if that's what you'd call it. But thankfully in the end no permanent injuries ever occurred.

The last part of the application was multiple choice. It started to feel more like a personality test with questions like; "If another girl gets in your face do you" A: Try to talk about your differences. B: Avoid the conflict. C: Get right back in her face. D: None of the above.

Once Amber completed filling out her application she leaned back in her seat. She was somehow drawn in on the little game of stare and compare that was going on between all the girls. The perfume from twenty girls mingled in the cramped room and caused Amber’s nostrils to flare. The scent made her think of a bunch of cheap sluts in heat, yet it seemed to cause a damp tingle between her legs. Occasionally she would lock eyes with one of the other girls. The two would trade “Bring it on” looks while giving each other the once over. This was definitely going to be a war of the beauty queens. Amber knew this was going to make her cheerleading days look like child’s play.

 As time past a woman would frequently walk into the room and call out three or four names. She would lead the girls out of the room and into another. Suddenly Amber noticed a thick mane redhead walk into the room. She watched the girl sign in and collect an application. She then proceeded to make her way through the tangled web of nylon stocking legs. “Do you mind Bitch!” Amber heard the redhead shout out. A tall brunette stood up, put her hands on her hips, chest thrusting out in a challenging pose.

“Got a problem?” The brunette rumbled.

“Move your fucking legs bitch!” the redhead shouted. The room was deadly silent as the redhead pressed her body in tight against the brunette. Their eyes were locked in a hateful tit-to-tit glare. “Ladies!” a voice shouted out from behind the glass window. After hearing this, the brunette stepped back and made a sarcastic motion for the redhead to pass.

The red hared girl made her way to the end of the narrow waiting room and took a seat directly across from Amber. The two locked eyes. “I suppose you have a problem too?” The redhead snapped. “Not yet, but I’ll certainly let you know!” Amber shot back. As the girl across from her proceeded to fill out her application, Amber realized she had better let her own aggressive personality take charge, otherwise she was going to get trampled on. She didn’t become captain of her cheerleading squad by letting bitches like these scare her. She has taken on the competition face-to-face in the past and certainly wasn’t about to fall over dead for any of these bitches.

Amber couldn’t help but study the girl sitting in front of her. She didn’t appear to be any older than Amber. She was wearing attire similar to her own, black skirt, nylons and heels. She had on a low cut dark gray pull over top that tightly hugged her body. Amber’s eyes traveled across the girl’s long firm legs that were sheathed in nude colored nylons. They looked long and powerful yet still feminine. She didn’t appear to be lacking in any upper body strength either. Her arms were well defined and her skin lightly tanned. Amber examined the girl’s fairly large breasts under her tight fitting top. They didn’t appear to be any larger than her own. In her mind she continually tried to pick this girl apart that sat in front of her. She became frustrated when all she could think about was the tacky purple nail polish the girl was wearing.

Amber decided to raise the stakes on this redheaded bimbo. “Time to weed out the competition,” Amber thought to herself. Besides, the moment the girl walked into the room she had a definite attitude problem. Some of that attitude was laid on her and Amber wasn’t taking it lightly. The waiting room started to thin out as more and more names were called. Amber adjusted her posture sitting up straight and tall. She straightened her arms out and placed her hands on the chairs at either side of herself. Crossing her legs right over left she expanded her chest, thrusting her firm breasts out in the open. She started twirling her right foot as it hung suspended in front of her. Once in a while she would flick the heel of her shoe off and on causing a rasping noise of leather and nylon. She knew this would be a distraction for the girl across from her.

It didn’t take long before the other redhead was peeking up over the top of the application she was filling out. She looked up several times to watch Amber’s foot twisting and twirling in front of her. A few moments later her application was complete. She set the forms down and proceeded to stretch her arms out, resting her hands on the chairs to either side of herself. Crossing her right leg over her left, she pushed her chest out and took on a pose identical to Amber’s. She tossed her hair back and aimed a challenging gaze directly into Amber’s eyes.

Not too surprised by her newly found rival’s reaction, Amber stared daggers back into the redhead’s piercing blue eyes. Amber has definitely had her share of long stare downs in the past, and never once lost the necessary concentration to make her victim tremble with hesitation. Amber noticed the auburn bitch was mocking her by twisting and twirling her own foot. Their high heels came within a fraction of an inch from clashing. Amber tried to focus all her energy on diminishing her enemy’s confidence but she found herself taking in the auburn girl’s beauty. Her brilliantly thick, long, and lustrous hair and the face she became so focused on, caused Amber to think this girl might quite possibly be prettier than herself. This thought angered her. She realized she might be confronting a girl that was equal or possibly even better than herself. She started to realize the possibility of the modeling agency picking two redheads was very slim. As she glared into the eyes of her rival for several minutes she started to feel her own sexuality being challenged, and that pissed her off.

The girl across from her suddenly shot her foot forward and kicked at Amber’s shoe. Amber became enraged. She wanted leap across the narrow isle and claw this bitch up. Rather than risk losing her chances at a modeling position she kicked back at the redhead’s foot and another kick was quickly returned. They traded shots back and forth with a smack of leather against leather until the deep arches of their high heel shoes somehow managed to interlock. This surprised the two girls. Amber went to pull her foot back to deliver another shot, but her rival managed to keep Amber’s foot locked in by giving her foot a slight twist.

She wasn’t about to let this bitch intimidate her. Amber twisted her foot back against her rival's and so the pressure mounted. Amber wanted badly to snap the heel off the redhead bitch’s shoe, although she realized her own heel might be in danger of breaking off. After a full minute Amber realized she was up against an equally strong, equally determined foe. Neither girl had moved the other’s foot so much as an inch. They just sat there glaring into each other’s eyes. Amber noticed a small amount of perspiration developing across the redhead's forehead. She felt her own face becoming hot from the exertion that she was putting into their little foot-war. All the body heat radiating in the cramped room wasn't helping either. Suddenly a woman came into the room shouting “Amber Scott, Heather Daly, Lisa Carson, and Jamie Smith. Please come with me!”

Amber brought up the rear as the woman led the four girls into a large room. This allowed her to compare this new rival against her own height and weight. She hated to admit it, but the two of them appeared to be pretty evenly matched.

As they enter the room Amber spotted a couple of girls up on a large stage scantly dressed in lingerie, obviously part of the interview. There were two desks in the middle of the room where verbal interviews appeared to be going on. The woman led the four girls to a row of chairs that lined the back wall. She then explained to them that they would be called upon shortly.

Amber took a seat with her new rival now sitting to her left. The redhead went to cross her left leg over her right in an attempt to invade Amber’s leg room. Amber wasn’t about to let that happen so she quickly intercepted by crossing her right leg over her left. Their shoes collided and the two girls seem to exaggerate the collision by bashing them together a few times before coming to rest side by side. Another woman appeared with a clipboard and asked the four newly seated girls their names.

“Lisa Carson!” One of the Blondes answer out.
“Jamie Smith!” The other Blonde shouted.
“Heather Daly!” Amber’s rival yelled out.
“Amber Scot!” Amber yelled out.

“Heather Daly, what a cheap little pussy.” Amber thought to herself.

Something very competitive was in the making as the two girls sat there irritated with each other’s presence. Amber couldn’t help but stare down at Heather’s sleek, muscular nylon clad legs as they crossed right next to her own. As she found herself making a hard comparison the redhead suddenly uncrossed her legs and slowly stretched the right one straight out. Amber took in the girl's long lethal limb and could tell the redhead was purposely tightening her muscles to make her leg look even more dangerous. "Was this a challenge?" Amber thought to herself. The redhead quickly answered Amber’s question as her leg muscles started a quick series of flex and relax, flex and relax.

"Fucking Bitch, think you can compare with me!" Amber was thinking to herself as she uncrossed her legs and stretched her own left leg out. There was something about putting herself up against another woman that gave Amber such a thrill. It was the anxiety she felt just before the comparison was about to take place, not knowing if she would win or lose. She slowly placed her leg length to length with her rival's threatening limb. Amber found herself becoming more and more agitated the longer she stared down at the lengthy comparison. She struggled to find some kind of superiority over the girl sitting next to her and the identical color of their nude pantyhose wasn't making it any easier. Their muscles were tense and bulging. Amber could sense the redhead's mutual frustration when she noticed the girl squirming in her seat. It was obvious Heather wanted to get right down to the last inch in this comparison as the redhead slipped her foot out of her high heel shoe. Amber was now faced with a long, perfectly formed leg that ended with the redhead's perfectly formed foot and pedicure toes. A fresh coat of purple nail polish could be seen glistening through a transparent layer of nylon, challenging Amber to compare.

She quickly slipped her foot out of her shoe and went ankle to ankle with Heather. The pressure mounted as the two redheads’ measured themselves out against each other. Soft muscular thighs and calves pressed hotly together side by side. Only the contrast between Amber's red nail polish and Heather's purple polish set them apart. After a long examination Amber looked up out of the corner of her eye to see the girl looking back at her.


"Pussy!” Heather growled.

“Slut!” Amber shot back.

The two kept their eyes locked for several seconds.

“What do you think the chances of them picking two redheads?” Whispered Heather in a threatening manner.

“I would say you don’t need to bother worrying about it because you don’t stand a chance!” replied Amber

“You really should be looking for another career bitch because you’re about to be humiliated.” Heather snarled.

“By you, please!” grumbled Amber

“Face it girl, up against me you don’t stand a chance!” Heather stated.

“ Are you trying to scare me?” Asked Amber

“Just trying to save you from the embarrassment you’re about to take.” Stated Heather

“Well it’s going to take a lot more than your annoying arrogance and a hell of lot more than that pathetic little foot fight you started to make me get up and walk out of here.” Stated Amber.

“Is that so?” Replied Heather

Suddenly Amber felt the pressure against her leg release. Heather quickly swung her leg over the top of Amber's and sensually slid it down the inside length of redhead's with a rasp of nylon against nylon until the soft, delicate instep of her nylon-foot slipped and locked into Amber's deep arch. A chill rushed through Amber's body as she felt one of the softest sensations she had ever felt before. The hot moist instep of Heather foot adjusted itself inside the arch of Amber’s foot. She was so captivated by the sensation that she couldn't resist rubbing the curve of her foot back into the redhead's. The two girls glared at each other through long bangs of hair that hung down in their eyes.

Suddenly there was a lot yelling and commotion going on up on the stage. Amber looked up to see two blondes decked out in lingerie locked together in a heated struggle. One was dressed in a black bra, garter, and stockings. The other one dressed in the same skimpy attire, only white in color. Amber and Heather watch as the two blondes became tightly tangled together. Their arms were wrapped around one another and their heads were pulled back from the extreme hair pull they were locked in. They twisted and stumble across the stage spitting and snarling in each other’s faces.

Watching the two blondes and the feeling of Heather’s nylon-clad leg and foot pressing hotly against her own was making Amber feel completely overwhelmed with girl-fight lust. She wanted to grab the long hair of the bitch sitting next to her and pull it out by the roots. She shifted back and forth in her seat as her foot and leg started to squirm against Heather’s. The redhead responded in kind and they started to flex and mash into one another with increasing aggression. Suddenly Amber was practically pulled out of her chair as Heather put all her strength into prying the redhead's leg out from in front of her. Luckily Amber managed to save herself by gripping the seat of her own chair and started pulling back. It quickly became a test of leg muscle with each girl using all her strength to pull the other one from her seat. Their legs were tightly entwined while the curved insteps of their feet remained locked together. With all the excitement of the fight up on stage, and the feel of Heather's legs smashing hotly against her own, Amber could no longer contain herself. She quickly wrapped her left arm around the redhead and latched onto the girl’s thick mane. Jerking her head back she pulled Heather’s face in close to hers.

“If you’re not careful bitch, that’s going to be us up there!” Amber snarled into Heather’s face.

Heather reached up with her right hand and grabbed Amber’s thick red hair at the side of her face. Her left hand shot over and latched onto Amber’s right breast and squeezed.

“ I’ll lock up and fight anyway and anytime you want, fucking little slut!” Heather growled back.

Amber reached out with her right hand and dug her nails into Heather’s left breast. “From the feel of your legs and tits I guess I have nothing to worry about.” Stated Amber.

“What, you wanna test me bitch?” shouted Heather as she increased the leverage against Amber's leg.

“That’s it bitch, fight me if you think you’ve got what it takes!” Amber matched the pressure with tremendous aggression.

The two girls were oblivious to their surroundings as their torsos twisted into one another and they growled into each other’s faces. The sound of panting, gasping, and grunting filled the air around them. Their faces were flushed with angry lust, cheeks were rosy red, swollen lips full and moist, nostrils flared with slow and heavy breathing.

A voice suddenly rang out from across the room. “Amber Scot, Lisa Carson, Heather Daly, and Jamie Smith.” This barely caught the two girls’ attention.

“I’ll only warn you once bitch, better stay out of my way” Heather threatened.

“Or what, you’ll play footsie with me?” Amber snarled sarcastically.

“Just try it bitch!" Heather growled.

The two girls shoved each other away, stood up and retrieved their shoes. They noticed the two fighting blondes had been taken off the stage. The four girls walked over to the woman that was waiting patiently. The woman directed Heather and the girl named Lisa to the dressing rooms to be outfitted for the modeling portion of the interview. She directed Amber and Jamie to have a seat at one of the desks for their verbal interview. 

Amber was somewhat disappointed that she and the other redhead weren’t paired up for the modeling portion. That would have been her chance to really show the bitch up. Although it probably was a good thing, the two might very well have gone at it tooth and nail up on stage and would have quickly been kicked out of the interview for fighting. She watched as Heather disappeared behind a large curtain and then she moved over and took a seat at one of the desks. Amber handed her application to an older woman sitting across from her.

After the first couple of questions were asked, Amber spotted Heather coming out onto the stage. Her eyes got big when she saw Heather decked out in tight fitting, smoked gray, lace top and a very short black satin skirt. As Amber studied her rival up on stage she noticed the lace tops of the black thigh high stockings completely visible under her skirt. Heather swaggered back and forth in front of a small panel of judges. Amber suddenly found it hard to concentrate on the interview. She locked eyes with Heather several times as the interview continued.

After strutting her stuff in front of the judges, Heather disappeared behind the curtain only to reappeared a short moment later. She had removed her top and skirt, and came walking out on stage sporting a lace bra and panties set in the same smoked gray color as her top was. She was also wearing a black garter belt along with the black thigh high stockings. Amber couldn’t take her eyes off Heather’s perfection. Her eyes traveled up and down Heather’s perfectly toned and perfectly proportion body. This nearly sent Amber over the edge with jealous rage. She found it was almost impossible to respond to any of the questions she was being asked. She suddenly realized she was not just applying for a job. She was in a contest, and not your typical beauty contest.

Amber couldn’t take her eyes off Heather’s amazingly fit body. She watched as Heather proudly flaunted herself up on stage. Each springy step showed the tightness and firmness of her body. With each turn, and a toss of her thick long hair, Amber noticed Heather giving her a triumphant gaze like she had just won a major battle in their rivalry. She could tell the bitch wasn’t up there modeling just for the judges as the redhead beauty dance around the stage.

Shortly after Heather left the stage, Amber’s finished up her verbal interview. She was told she would be free to leave after her modeling performance and that an agent would contact her in a week or so. As she got up from the desk she spotted Heather coming out from back stage. She had already changed back into her own clothing and was carrying the outfit she had just been wearing. The two girls proceeded to change places. They locked eyes and Amber noticed a real conceited look on Heather’s face as they approached each other. As the distance closed between the two girls, it appeared neither of them were going to step aside. They made a beeline right for each other. Even gaining speed as the distance closed.

Two steps away from colliding, Amber thrusts her chest out and leans forward. She wasn’t about to step aside. But neither was Heather as she practically leaped chest first into Amber. The two red heads came together tit-to-tit with a dampening thud. Amber had it in her mind that she would easily bash right through the red head. She was painfully disappointed when she came to a complete stop, like she had just smashed her tits into a brick wall. The two girls bounced off each other only to slam painfully back together again. In a flash their arms wrapped around each other’s back as they reached up from behind and latched onto each other’s hair. Their embrace tightened in an instance. Chin-to-chin they stared each other down as their nylon legs started to coil together. Several people came running over to break up the fight. Just before the two were pulled apart Amber felt the red head maneuver her hips and press her pubic bone into hard contact with her own hard bone. Amber was monetarily shocked and dazed by the hard pressure, but as she glared down her nose into the eyes of red headed bitch, she knew she would fight Heather on any level. Amber managed to return the red head’s bone press with a firm answering press of her own before they were pulled apart.

Now trying hard to clear her mind it was Amber’s turn to show off her battle equipment. She made her way behind the stage to find a very large display of the latest fashions in clothing and lingerie. Before Amber even made it back stage she already had a game plan in the making. She searched through the clothing until she found the same smoked gray colored top and black pleated skirt Heather had chosen to wear. After a few moments she also found the same bra, panties, black garter, and nylon stockings.

Amber quickly removed her clothing and put on the sexy lingerie. She slipped her shoes back on and stood at the stage entrance waiting for instructions. Lisa was still out on the stage just finishing up and it didn’t take long for Amber’s name to be called. She glanced through the curtain and spotted Heather sitting at one of the desks having her verbal interview. “I’ll show this bitch who has the best body!” she mumbled to herself.

She threw back the curtain and trotted gracefully out on stage. Back and forth she traveled, giving the judges a real good look at her beauty. She locked eyes with Heather several times. After a minute or so she was directed back stage to take off her top and skirt. She quickly returned wearing bra, panties, garter and stockings. This time Amber really poured on the sexual grace. As she traveled past the judges she walked tall and proud, turning and spinning, really emphasizing her assets by shaking her hips and thrusting out her chest. She noticed Heather had a disturbed look on her face and was thoroughly checking out her body. By all means Amber knows her body has what it takes to compete with Heather’s and she wasn’t about to be all modest standing up on stage in front of her. The two locked eyes several times during Amber’s performance. A couple of minutes later Amber was directed off the stage.

Amber made a mad rush to change her clothes. She didn’t want Heather leaving without confronting her. Images of the two of them fighting were flashing through her mind. Once she changed back into her old clothes she came running out from behind the stage searching for Heather. She looked back and forth across the room several times but the redhead was no where in sight. The thought that Heather might be waiting for her somewhere outside the studio came to mind. She made her way out of the room and into the hallway, still no sight of Heather. She rushed back inside thinking she might possibly have missed her. After searching for several minutes she made her way back out to the elevators. She kept herself on her toes. She didn’t want to be surprised by the Bitch jumping out of nowhere and attacking her. Adrenaline was rushing through her knowing that at any moment she could very well be locked up in a fight with the little slut. Amber finally made her way down to the lobby and out to the parking lot thinking the redheaded bitch must have chickened out, obviously afraid of any kind of confrontation with her.

For the next few days Amber could not get her little tussles with the redhead out of her mind. It also had her thinking of all the fights she had been in during her cheerleading days. She waited by the phone and checked her mail every day. She was quite disappointed on the fifth day when no message was received. She was just settling in for the evening on the sixth day to watch some television when the phone rang. It was the modeling agency asking her if she could come down to their office tomorrow night for a second interview. Amber was more than ecstatic when she hung up the phone.