Many young girls hear constantly that they can become teen models if they just get a portfolio together. Of course, the people telling these teenagers this are usually older men who are sweating and proclaiming that they are professional photographers. They can put your photograph on every major magazine in the world. All you have to do is come to their “studio” for a photo session. Yeah, dude, ok.

You’d think that these pretty girls would learn their lesson by now. It’s clear that this ruse is perpetrated on girls who ARE pretty enough to be teen models so that those felons can get their hands on these nubile young bodies. Would you believe that this actually still works? I watched a guy run this scam just the other day.

I was at the mall doing a bit of shopping, strolling and just killing time. Looking through some CDs in a music store, I noticed this girl who was unbelievably beautiful in a sort of simple way. I mean, she wasn’t wearing any makeup or anything like that. She was just so pretty. Tall, with black hair almost to her waist and the most amazing violet colored eyes, she easily stood out in any crowd. I also could tell she was really young but she could easily be one of those teen models.

While she was looking at some DVDs in the store, this nervous looking guy of about 30 or so snaked his way up to her. Striking up a conversation with her, he eventually pitched his real reason for talking to her. He said, “Has anyone ever told you that you’re model material?” I rolled my eyes discreetly but kept listening for what the girl would say.

She said many people had told her that. Then he started with his photo shoot line. He said he could make her one of the top teen models but he had to take some pictures. I couldn’t take it any longer. Reaching around him, I took the girl’s arm and said” Hey baby, are you about ready to go?” She must have realized by now that she could be in danger because she smiled and left with me.

It turned out to be the best day ever. I took her lunch and then home to my bed. Yeah, I guess I owe that pervert some gratitude for making my day.