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The Network was on a roll and Prison’s Next Top model was their latest show. It was their most ambitious project yet and was attracting record viewers.
The concept was that every week three ‘sponsors’ would select an inmate of their choice from the local prison system to he their model for the week.
They could use their own funds to modify their ‘model’ in any way they pleased and then it was up to them to secure modeling contracts…female modeling contracts. The two inmates to earn the least money for the week
would he returned to prison in whatever state they were left in whereas the winner would he released into the custody of the sponsor. The price of freedom was literally what you were willing to do to get modeling deals.
To much anticipation, the premiere finally arrived. Three hopeful convicts were chosen from a shortlist of thousands and for seven days they worked their pantied asses of for contracts. Today we’re to look at the two that
didn’t quite make it.
On the left is Patrick, who was imprisoned on drug charges and was sponsored by a small time agency who sourced models for fetish websites. As a low budbet site they were unable to afford more than a wardrobe change and a makeover, hoping that Patrick’s youthful looks and new latex outfits would he enough to attract some punters. Sadly for them, and Patrick, it wasn’t and they only earned around $390 for the week. Now Patrick sat in a holding cell shuddering at what his fellow inmates were going to make of his new appearance.
Even less fortunate was kph, on the right, who was strangely sponsored by a Japanese exchange student named Aiko Yoshihiko. Upon being chosen, Rob a mere shoplifter, was feminised by Aiko in a collection of cosplay style
outfits. To his dismay; Aiko made no attempt to make money out of this and simply seemed to enjoy Rob’s predicament. She took hundreds of pictures for her blog and at the end of the week she kissed him on the lips and thanked him having made absolutely zero money. Now still in his last outfit, he held the bars of his holding cell and watched nervously as the smirking guards prepared to release him into general population.
The newlyweds strode up the driveway and were greeted by a rather flustered looking real estate agent.
Look l know we agreed on a viewing today but we’ve had a bit of an incident here last night. It seems a sorority from the local college broke in so they could hold a party. We’ve been cleaning all morning but the place is still a bit of a mess. I totally understand if you want to wait until another day or view a different property,‘ blurted out the agent.
No I think it will be ok. It’ll give us an idea what the place will look like once we have kids.’ the couple laughed loudly.
Twenty minutes later and the viewing was going surprisingly well. The Chapmans loved the living room and the way kitchen had one of those islands.
You know the sorority party is only half of the story,‘ explained the agent, ‘a bunch of guys from the local high school got wind of the party and organised a raid. It’s not clear what happened but there were water bombs and firecrackers everywhere. It’s usually such a nice neighborhood though ls wear.‘
Next the group headed to the large bathroom. The agent pushed open the door and brought her hands to her face in shock. There next to the bathtub lay a slender looking girl dressed in a cheer leading uniform. Her wrists and ankles were bound together and a piece of electrical tape covered her mouth. The agent frowned angrily, grabbing the girl harshly by the shoulder and ripping the tape from her mouth.
You university girls think you can get away with anything. Well not this time young lady! What’s you your name? You’re in big trouble!‘ M-m-my name is N-n-n-na than, I g-g-go to Newport H-h-high School,’ he stammered.
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