Kim's magnificent body is taut with bloodlust as she jerks and yanks Muffy hard across
the carpet. The blonde screams in rage and agony as the rug burns her calves, thighs, and
arms. As her foe writhes in torturous agony, Kim grins with the satisfaction of a
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The girl he struggled with at present had a personality that overcame beauty. From the tip of her long blonde hair to the end of her perfectly formed foot, this one had to be the most obnoxious creature he'd ever seen.
"Hurry up!" she snapped. "After all these photos, haven't you learned to do them quickly?"
"I'm trying to make you beautiful."
"I am beautiful. Any idiot with a Pronto can get that on film. This whole thing is stupid."
"You're a debutante. Certain sacrifices have to be made."
"I'd love to sacrifice the committee. Throw them one by one into Mt. St. Helen. I didn't ask to be a debutante. It's the price I pay for being born rich."
"We all have it rough. How about putting your head back, turn slightly to the right and smiling? That's it, but the light's not right. Hold it a second."
The debutante, Muffy, jumped up and stormed out. At the door, she turned and shouted, "If the committee wants my photo, they can hire a competent photographer!"
Muffy strode out of the studio and into the street. She considered returning home to Westchester, New York, but decided against it. Instead, she planned to spend the night in the hotel suite rented year-round by her father's company. She often stayed there when she spent too long in the |