(This chapter rewritten by BradRepko.)


As you open the door, there is an extremely tall brown haired woman in her early thirties standing at your door. She looks down at you and you and sticks out your flier "Hello I'm Gillian Devore. I work as a scout for models who wear maternity and vore clothing in catalogs and commercials. One of our biggest problems is that we go through men too fast, and our supply agency keeps jacking up there prices. A young man with your talents would certainly be good in keeping our costs down." she explains.

You look at her questioningly, the job sounds promising, but you have other events to tend too. "I'm sorry, but I was about to go and meet a client now. I don't suppose you could give me a call later?" you ask her with an apologetic look.

Gillian shakes her head. "That's not possible, as this offer is time sensitive. We are going to be renewing our contract with the supply agency tomorrow, so if you can't come with me right now, I'm afraid it'll be too late."

While something about just going with this random woman who claims she is with a modeling agency seems a bit suicidal, you suppose it's no more dangerous than going to a stranger's house to be eaten. "How much money are we talking about here?"

"Well, I'm going to have to test you first. If you survive, I'll pay you three hundred dollars. Then you'll have to sign a year long contract with us. You'll be expected to do four shots a week at two hundred dollars a shoot." Gillian tells you.

"That's over forty-one thousand dollars a year!" you exclaim with surprise. At only four times a week, that will still leave you free for other business deals.

Gillian smirks at your enthusiastic reply. "So, do we have a deal?"