Entertainment (closed for AndreaSubbie)

[nerdystud]

Mark finished his laps and climbed out of the pool to lay out for a bit. His tan was important, because nothing said success in LA louder than a good tan. When he was ready, he went in and shaved, showered, moisturized, combed and then dressed carefully. Pressed white pants, a designer undershirt with a linen shirt unbuttoned and untucked. He looked perfect, but casual. He looked successful. He put on his designer sunglasses and went into the office to check his messages.

Mark looked like the owner of a successful modelling studio should look, and if his house was a little too far out in the valley to really fit the image, he counted on girls coming from out of town not knowing their zip codes well enough. They were impressed with the pool, and the privacy, and the little guest house in the back. They were impressed with his style and his car and his confidence. By the time they knew what was going on, it was too late.

The girls he picked were special. They had the looks, and the ambition, but not the brains. They were a little too trusting, a little too eager to please. Once he knew he'd found a keeper, he'd let her know how special she was. It used to shock him how easily the right girl took to porn and prostitution, but when he looked around at everything he had achieved in life, he knew it was all because of one simple truth. Some girls didn't have the sense god gave a rock.

The trouble was, it had been a while since he'd found one of his special girls. He was always on the hunt, because girls like that didn't last. They either got in trouble, or they got a better offer, or they caught on and ran back home, or they just got used up. Sometimes he had three of them at once, usually one or two. Today, he had none. Cherri Pi, his latest, had split three weeks ago. She had emailed him from Taipei saying she was sorry and wanted to come back. It sounded like she was in pretty deep shit over there, but he couldn't trust a girl who ran away. Not enough to put her on an intercontinental flight. If only she'd gone to Texas or something. He'd have sprung for Greyhound.

Three weeks with no income meant headaches. It meant making phone calls to keep his creditors from coming after him. It meant shuffling debt around, and denying himself. It also meant three weeks since he'd had any pussy, and that was too damn long.

He checked the responses to his ad. The ad was simple. "Models wanted: Silky's Entertainment is looking for fresh talent, 18-21 y.o. females. Ask for Mark." There were always replies, but he needed the right girl.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

There was that Ad ...

"Models wanted: Silky's Entertainment is looking for fresh talent, 18-21 y.o. females. Ask for Mark."

Amanda was so tempted.

She hadn't been in America long, and was full of dreams of the future. Since her Mum had moved here for work, which kept her stupidly busy, Amanda had plenty of time to herself, trying to work out what her life would hold. Having just finished high school, she knew her talents weren't intellectual, as her teachers seemed more than happy to point out to her. But they did keep telling he she was pretty, and ought to think about a career in Hair and Beauty, which seemed to be mostly washing old ladies hair and doing their hands and nails, even their feet! Eeew!

Of course, any girl who's told she's pretty is going to think of being the next world famous supermodel, with squillions of pounds ... no dollars and mansions and servants and everything! And they did seem to like her English accent.

Which is why she spent a lot of spare time checking out modelling on the internet.

Which is how she saw the Ad. It was different from the others; not demanding all sorts of experience, and form filling and stuff which she really couldn't be bothered with. The other Ads seemed to want portfolios of work and Agent details, and she had neither ... although there was that set they did in school as their final project, with the swim suits? Maybe she could use those? They weren't as glamorous as the photos on Silky's website, but Mark might give her a chance?

Amanda sent an email:

"Hi Mark, I'm Amanda Pearce, just 18 and I wanna be a model, Im new in this country, from England, not done any before cept in high school were i wasnt much cop lol but some pics attached, hope you like, my phone number is at the bottom, well thanks, Amanda Pearce"

She attached the seven pictures and hit SEND

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[nerdystud]

"Crap," Mark said to himself. Some cow from Nebraska had sent pics of her rolls of fat in a cornfield. He sent a generic reply to the email.

Thanks for your interest in Silky's. At the moment, we are not taking on any more Entertainers, but we'l keep your photos on file in case a position opens up.

"In case you shed twenty pounds, more like it," he muttered. The cow had to be at least a size 8, and he just couldn't sell that. Wouldn't, he corrected himself. He wouldn't sell that. He could sell any girl, but he wasn't going to waste his time in some porn ghetto where they like fat chicks. He opened the next one.

"Hi Mark, I'm Amanda Pearce, just 18 and I wanna be a model, Im new in this country, from England, not done any before cept in high school were i wasnt much cop lol but some pics attached, hope you like, my phone number is at the bottom, well thanks, Amanda Pearce"

"Hello, Amanda," he said to himself, clicking through the pics she had sent. Slender, pretty, obviously comfortable being photographed in a bikini. Very promising, he thought, and looked back at the text of the email. English. New in town. 18. Barely literate. He picked up his phone and dialed the number she had sent him. Straight to voice mail, which probably meant she was on the phone. Her caller ID would identify the call as coming from Silky's Entertainment, which hopefully would get her calling back soon.

"Hi Amanda," he said.. "This is Mark, from Silky's Entertainment. I just had a chance to look at the photos you sent and ..." He paused, letting her think he was thinking. "We're not really taking on any new talent right now. We're moving to a new location, and until our new studio is up and running...." A sigh. Another pause. "Look, I'll just be straight with you. I think you've got something. I'd really like to meet with you, as soon as possible. I know it's unorthodox, but I'd love for you to come out to the house tonight, and talk about what kind of a future you might have with Silky's. So give me a call. If I don't pick up at this number, try my cell." He gave the number for his cell phone and then hung up.

He smiled and walked out by the pool, watching the sunlight dance on the water. He had a feeling this was going to be a good day.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

After sending her email in the morning, Amanda had waited impatiently for a reply, but nothing came. So she checked out some clothes and shoes on the internet, listened to music, grabbed some food and generally distracted herself, until finally chatting with some friends on her phone . And then she noticed that she had a voice-mail!

Ugh! She hated these things. and was going to delete it when she saw it had caller ID ... SILKY!

Oh wow! What if they were ringing to say 'get lost kid, you're too young, not sophisticated enough, just a kid when we want women..'

Holding her breath she listened to the message, determined to be very grown-up.

"Hi Amanda, this is Mark, from Silky's Entertainment. I just had a chance to look at the photos you sent and .... We're not really taking on any new talent right now. We're moving to a new location, and until our new studio is up and running...." A sigh. Another pause. "Look, I'll just be straight with you. I think you've got something. I'd really like to meet with you, as soon as possible. I know it's unorthodox, but I'd love for you to come out to the house tonight, and talk about what kind of a future you might have with Silky's. So give me a call. If I don't pick up at this number, try my cell."

He'd also added his cell number. Amanda's hands shook with excitement and nerves. He'd liked her photos! She squealed in happiness, not caring how much noise she made since there was no-one home to hear her. Her mother would be working late again.

OK, calm down, she told herself, suppressing the urge to call straight back. What would a grown-up do? They'd have the freedom to go over, right? A kid would have to ask permission, or wouldn't be able to just go out to stranger like that, but a grown-up? She'd have no problem!

Amanda texted the cell, then dialled the number she'd got the voice-mail from.

Her text said, "Hi mark its mandy i got yr msg n am callin yr phone yep i can come over where n when amanda pearce" SEND

She heard the phone she had dialled ring ...

 

[nerdystud]

He was still outside when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He smiled as he looked at the screen. Amanda Pearce had sent over a scarcely coherent text. He walked inside and switched the TV on. The volume was up and he had a scene set at a construction site cued up on the DVR. He looked at the girl's message again. Mandy, she called herself. It seemed like a much more suitable name for a semi-literate bimbo.

When his phone rang, he hit play on the DVR, and the noise of a construction site filled the room. Then he answered.

"This is Mark," he snapped into the phone, sounding impatient and speaking loud to be heard over the buzzing of saws and banging of hammers.

"Hi," said a voice on the other end. "This is Mandy."

"Mandy?" he said. "Oh Mandy! Hi! Hold on a sec, ok?"

He put the phone to his chest and shouted to his imaginary crew. "I have to take this. Don't touch the south wall until I get back."

He waited a moment for an imaginary confirmation from his imaginary foreman, and then stepped back out to the backyard. He left the door open so the noise from the TV would still be audible, but wouldn't require him to shout.

"Sorry about that," he said to the girl on the phone. By now, he hoped, she should have an image of him as an important man, a man in control, and he knew there was no greater aphrodisiac than the attention of a man like that. "I'm really glad you called, and I am sorry. Things are pretty crazy right now, but I guess that's the price of success, right?"

He chuckled and let her say whatever she had to say. It wasn't really important.

"So, listen," he said after a few seconds. "I have to get back in there, but I really do want us to meet, sit down, a little face-to... you know." He paused for a moment, shoulders shaking as he laughed silently. He shouldn't play games, he thought, not when he was so close to having everything fall apart.

"I don't know when I'm going to have time, unless you can come by this evening, maybe around...." He went through the motions of checking his calender, even though he knew he had nothing. "How about ten o'clock?"

She was agreeing almost before he said the time, and he grinned to himself. She was on the hook. Now all he had to do was reel her in and he'd have things straight in a few weeks.

"I'll see you then," he said. He gave her his address and waited a beat to see if she had anything else to say, and then he cut the line. He dropped the phone back in his pocket and smiled.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Amanda put her phone down a little shakily. Ten O'clock? What kind of time was that for an interview? She so desperately hoped that he hadn't picked up on her surprise at such a late hour ... a grown-up would be able to handle doing business that late, surely?

She looked again at the address she'd written down and checked it out on her tablet. The route seemed pretty straightforward, and it wasn't too close in to town so she guessed it would be fairly easy to find. It would take her at least, what, half an hour to get there? And she couldn't be late or he might change his mind, and hire another girl instead of her! He might interview girls who'd done modelling before, who knew what they were doing, and then she'd have no chance!

So what to wear to impress? Ok, so it was like an interview and he said something about discussing her future, so maybe a nice blouse and skirt? Try and look like a business woman? Like the secretaries that worked for her mum?

Yes, that should work, she decided, and going to her wardrobe pulled out a few things that were the nearest she could manage. The blouse was a little shapeless, and the skirt probably too long and loose, but with stockings and sexy underwear she should feel attractive enough to talk about being a model, she reckoned.

So she showered, did her hair and make-up, not too showy, got herself some food, and then dressed. By 9 she was ready to go, and leaving a note for mum Amanda grabbed the directions, borrowed the car and headed out, pulling up at the impressive house half an hour early.

She sat there, frozen in indecision, before getting out and heading for the door. She didn't want any of the other girls to take her opportunity. Smoothing the skirt and patting her pony-tail she rang the door bell.

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[nerdystud]

The doorbell rang when Mark was still in the shower, and he cursed under his breath as he stepped out. He looked at the clock. Nine thirty. He shook his head in disbelief. Half an hour early? On the one hand, he was irritated that he wasn't going to have time to get ready for her, but on the other hand, it felt like maybe he wouldn't have to. The girl had to be eager to be here so early. He toweled off quickly and slipped on a pair of silk boxers and a gleaming white terrycloth robe. One of his old girls had lifted it for him from the Beverly Wilshire, and the hotel's monogram would speak as loudly as anything else in his closet. He rinsed his mouth with mouthwash and touched on a wisp of cologne, and then he went to the front door.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," he said, opening the door. "I'm afraid I just got home a few minutes ago myself and, well...." He stepped back, inviting her in and also letting her see he wasn't dressed. He looked at the way she was dressed and gave a little smirk. She looked like a virgin schoolteacher, not an aspiring model, and on another day, he'd have slammed the door in her face. Today, though, he was horny, and getting desperate for cash, and she looked utterly fuckable. He'd just have to talk her out of those clothes.

"Come in, come in," he said, smiling warmly. He was shooting for the the sweetest guy she'd ever met award, at least until he got her in front of the camera. He looked her up and down, not in a sleazy way, but like a professional appraising. "You know, you're even prettier in person than in pictures?"

He chuckled and held out his hand. "I'm Mark, by the way. It's truly a pleasure to meet you. Uh ... If it's alright with you, we'll just go ahead and do the interview. I don't have anything after this, and now that you've caught me, it seems a little silly to get dressed." He grinned at her, playful. The award for best actor in non-threatening role goes to....

He led her through the living room to the back, pointing out the kitchen, the formal dining room, the downstairs bathroom and the loft where the master bedroom suite was. All in passing, as if there was nothing worth remarking on, though he had spent a small fortune hiring a decorator to fill the place up with carefully chosen, antique looking, exotic asian crap. It was worth every penny, as it seemed to get a lot of girls in the mood.

"If you'll come out to the poolhouse, it's where I have my office, temporarily, and I had my guys come out this afternoon and set up a little studio." He'd had the studio set up out here for several years, but saying it had been done today put a little pressure on her, and also made her think he was a guy who had guys to set things up at the snap of a finger. It was a useful fiction, and walking by the pool and the patio tended to make girls see luxury.

The cameras and lights were set up, aimed at a nice leather couch. The kind Mark always thought should just be called a casting couch, as it was too wide to be really comfortable to sit on, but was perfect for fucking. First, though, he went to his desk. Paperwork was important in his line of work, and the best lawyers in the business had prepared these contracts, apparently with no other purpose than to make sure girls that got fucked on camera couldn't stop the product from being sold.

"This is just a standard waiver saying that you're comfortable being filmed and photographed by me. As you can see, it only applies to tonight, so you're under no future obligation. If you'll just sign and date here, and here, then we can get started." He smiled at her and held out a pen. Technically he hadn't lied. The provision allowing her to withdraw her consent to having her image published only applied that night, and she was under no future obligation to sign anything further in order to remain under contract to him. If she misunderstood his meaning, well, that was hardly his responsibility.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Amanda stood nervously next to Mark as he arranged the impressive looking paperwork, and taking the pen she signed where he indicated and dated it, She was in a hurry, in case he changed his mind. A contract? Already? It was almost too good to be true, and her heart leaped when she thought that she'd stolen a march on the other girls. SHE had got the contract. Amanda! She was so proud of herself. I am now a professional model, she told herself happily.

She had been quite surprised to see him in a bathrobe as the door opened. But then felt guilty for arriving too early, and blushed at her social awkwardness. She had so wanted to appear grown up and in control! But he was so kind about it, and had such a trustworthy smile, so she relaxed. And noticed how nice he smelt, and how posh the robe was! And his compliments made her blush more.

Her jaw dropped as they made their way through the house. He was so rich! She started imagining living in a house like this, and buying one for Mum, too. And a pool! Wow!

The pool house was nice too, and again she felt a stab of guilt that his crew had set up the studio just for her. She had better make it worthwhile, she understood. With the main studio out of action, he'd not be able to fit in any modelling shoots with her for a while, probably.

"Um, tonight? We're going to start tonight?" she asked, cursing herself for wearing interview clothes, not modelling clothes.

"I'm so sorry, Mark, Sir, I'd have worn something less formal if I'd realised .." she paused, regretting telling him that she had no experience, and cursed herself for the slip. Trying to make up for it, she added, "of course I'm comfortable being filmed and photographed. After all, I'm a model, aren't I? A professional ..."

 

[nerdystud]

Mark chuckled when he saw her nervousness, and he put his hand reassuringly on her shoulder. He put a finger under her chin and lifted her face til he could look her in the eye. Then he gave her his sweet smile and winked.

"Don't worry, sweetheart," he said. "We're just going to do an interview tonight. I just need you to sign that because I like to film interviews. It gives me a sense of how you interact with the camera, ok?" He pointed to the couch as he walked around, switching on the lights and the cameras. He adjusted things that didn't really need adjusting, focused lenses that were already perfectly focused, and generally acted like the set up was unfamiliar.

"I wonder why they put this here...." He stared at a small video camera on a tripod that was pointed at the ceiling. Then he shrugged and picked it up. It was a hand held, and he pointed it at her. He smiled, looking at her through the lens.

"Nice. Now why don't you have a seat, and we'll just cover some basics?" He pointed to the couch, and smiled at her. He checked the monitors and smiled. She looked good. If she'd made herself sexy, she'd have been perfect, but he wasn't worried. If she'd been any more excited and eager to please she'd have been a labrador retriever.

"So, when you're ready, I want you to tell the camera your name and how old you are, and a little bit about yourself," he said. While she spoke, he went to study the monitors and sighed.

"I'm sorry," he said. "It's just in those pics you sent. You've got such great legs and with that skirt... You think you could show off your legs a little?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Show my legs? You mean maybe lift the hem above my knees?" she asked innocently, doing precisely that, again cursing herself for wearing the wrong outfit.

She'd started so confidently once given the go-ahead.

"Hi, my name is Amanda Pearce and I'm 18 just, and this is my first gig as a professional model, " she said, then, "... oh!" as she realised she'd again given away her inexperience ... but hopefully he didn't notice because that was when he checked the monitors and asked about showing her legs.

She'd taken a seat on the couch as he indicated, and was looking into the little cam which luckily just happened to be around. She really was doing well tonight; a contract signed, a cam handy just when he needed it. If only she could appear more professional, she wished.

At least he was very good at relaxing her, and he was also the kind of professional man you can trust, so charming and polite and pleasant. She was quite relieved when he explained that he was only filming the interview .. it made such good sense, and she did want to make a good impression. With him recording it, he could see that he made the right decision hiring her instead of anyone else. And her formal interview clothes wouldn't be a problem ...

 

[nerdystud]

He watched her hike her skirt up, smiling. Then she stopped, and he let his face fall into a puzzled expression. When she spoke, she sounded excited at first, the words pouring out of her in a rush, but then she stopped all of a sudden. He frowned. What had he done that made her freeze like that? Then he got it, and he chuckled.

"It's alright, sweetie," he said, looking at her over the camera, smiling. "Everyone has to start somewhere, right? Is this your first time?" He shook his head. Hadn't she just said it was? He laughed at himself and grinned at her.

"See? You've got me nervous, that's how pretty you are. You're going to do fine, OK?" He looked at her, drew his brow together as if in thought, and counted to ten slowly.

"Amanda," he said, and then he sighed. "Baby. I know this is new and it probably seems a little weird, but...." He frowned again, as if thinking hard.

"This is what we do, ok?" He smiled, and lowered the camera. He whispered to her, not that the audio wouldn't pick it up, but because it created that sense of intimacy. "Baby, I don't want you to do anything that you're not comfortable with, but I need you to think about this. It's really hard for me to find work for a model who's shy about her body. Now, you sent me a couple of pictures wearing a bikini that were just ... wow." He gave her a big smile.

"So, Amanda," he said, back in his normal voice. "Do you think you'd feel ok doing some bikini modelling, or are you only interested in wearing things like... well, that." He let just a hint of disappointment enter his voice as he gestured at her clothes.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

His flattery did wonders for her self-confidence. After all, a man like this, with his kindness and experience, if he thought her pretty, then, wow! He must see so many pretty girls he wouldn't think anything of it. But he thought something of her!

So when he asked her about bikini modelling she replied without hesitation, "Oh no! Of course I'm comfortable with bikini modelling!"

Thinking back to the bikini project she'd sent him, wanting to make up for a bit of a poor start blurting her inexperience and wearing the wrong outfit, she added braggingly, "In fact, bikini is my specialty!"

She so didn't want to disappoint him, and she knew very well that he was being very nice to her, very understanding. But she wanted to impress him, not win his sympathy.

 

[nerdystud]

"Good, good," he said, thoughtfully. The trick with the game he was running was to let her think he was making it up as he went along. As long as she believed that, she would be receptive, and she had just swallowed the biggest chunk. Everything that would come would seem like a perfectly natural course of events, as long as he played his part. Since it was a part he had written, he had no doubts about his ability.

He looked at her for a moment and turned to make some adjustments to the larger video camera that stood on its tripod.

"I should have told you to bring a bikini," he muttered under his breath, and looked at her. Then he smiled. He was having an idea. He spoke slowly, his brow drawn together as if he was thinking of this right now. "What about lingerie? I mean, that's more or less the same, isn't it? As far as how revealing it is, I mean. You're wearing underwear, right?"

He grinned at her. "What do you say, babygirl? Are you ready to show me that supermodel body?" He nodded his head, flaring his nostrils in anticipation. And this was where everything turned. Instead of asking, he was going to be telling. "Go ahead, Amanda. Take off your skirt for me."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Take my skirt off? In front of the camera?" she asked, eyes wide.

Suddenly her expression changed.

What am I doing? she asked herself. Here she was, a contracted model, trying to make a good impression, trying to make up for a very amateur start, and she was giving him back chat?

She now looked determined, "I meant, how would you like me take the skirt off? facing the camera? Facing away from it? A bit of each, turning?" if only she could stop making such beginner blunders! She was having to try hard to compensate, to look like a professional who did this all the time.

Again, trying too hard she added, "yes, lingerie is practically the same .. I do lingerie as well ..."

And she stood up, facing the camera, swept her hair behind her ear, then shook it loose as she nervously twisted the skirt so that the opening was at the front, and looked to Mark for directions.

 

[nerdystud]

For a second there, he thought he had read her wrong, and that the whole night was going to be a giant waste. Yes, in front of the camera, you dumb whore. He didn't say it, of course, and in the second it took him to think it, she seemed to remember what she was here for.

"Good girl," he said, smiling and thinking. She wanted to know how to take it off? He smiled. He would see how well she took directions. He pointed the camera at her and walked to the side of the couch, so the camera on the tripod would catch her in profile. She was nervous, and that was to be expected. He just had to get her through it.

"You know what modeling is? It's being sexy. You know how to be sexy," he said, and gave her a little grin, like they were sharing this moment. Build her up a little. Keep her excited, keep her going. Remind her that she's in good hands. She can trust him. "Everything's going to be fine. It's just you and me here, ok? I know this is new for you, and it's going to to feel a little strange at first, but I want you to remember that you are sexy. Men want you. Women want to be you. You're sexy." He raised the camera and pointed it at her, gave her an encouraging smile.

"Turn your back. Now look at the camera. No, no. Keep your back turned, and look over your shoulder. That's it. Now keep your eye on the camera, and ... slowly ... take your skirt off and slide it down."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Yes, Sir," she replied.

She faced away from him and looked over her shoulder, the one farthest from the couch, giving him a nervous little smile. Keeping her eyes on Mark she undid the button of the skirt's waistband, so conveniently now at her tummy, and opening it up, let it slide slowly through her fingers until it lay pooled at her feet.

Of course, her blouse was long enough to be a shirt-dress, so all he would see at the moment was that she was wearing stockings. Mandy was relieved that at least she had got this bit right, the underwear, and was confident that she would look nice in it.

'Be sexy' he'd said, basically, and she coyly looked down, then up again at the camera as if embarrased at being seen taking her skirt off. It wasn't much, but it was the best she could do for the moment. But he'd called her a good girl and she positively glowed at the faint praise.

So there she stood, still facing away from him, still looking towards his hand-held cam, in heels, stockings, undies and a large loose blouse, ready for another instruction. He'd asked her to model lingerie, so it was just a question of how he wanted the blouse off, and her hands toyed with the bottom button while he decided.

 

[nerdystud]

He watched her slip her skirt off. He could see she was shy, but she was trying. He grinned when he saw that she was wearing stockings.

"Oh, yeah, baby. You knew what you were doing more than you pretended, huh?" he said, playfully. He shook his head, and added, sounding a little dismayed. "Christ, you're a sexy little thing."

He looked at her over the camera for a minute, and then blinked, snapping back into reality. Let her wonder what he was thinking about. If she thought he was thinking dirty thoughts, she was probably right.

"OK," he said, pulling himself together. He took a deep breath and nodded his head, as if he was debating something. He licked his lips. "OK, baby. You're doing so good. Face me. Now this is all about expression."

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. When he opened them, he looked at her, intently, as if he was trying to penetrate her with his gaze. "This is going to sound weird, but it'll be A-fucking-mazing. I want you to think about getting fucked. Think about a big dick pushing into you nice and hard, but slow. OK? Don't freak out. This is going to look so hot. Just try to feel it. Feel it. Feel that big dick filling you up. Now look at me. Each time that big dick hits bottom, I want you to undo a button. Go."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Oh no! She couldn't tell him that she'd never had that yet. Not any dick, let alone a big one! But she did pleasure herself, and guessed that it must be nearly the same thing, so not wanting to let him down, she closed her eyes for a moment and took herself back to her last session masturbating in bed.

Her head rolled back a little, her shoulders relaxed, and she opened her eyes partly, breathing quickening as she got herself back in the zone that she so enjoyed. As her breathing became gradually deeper, she almost felt that intensity of pleasure, and momentarily closing her eyes, mouth opening, exhaling a long breath she popped the bottom button.

Recovering her poise, she basically repeated the process, but with each button the intensity of the moment increased until the last button had her almost gasping as it finally came free.

This time when she recovered, her hands were at the loose opening of her blouse, and she was looking in his eyes for permission to take it off.

 

[nerdystud]

He watched her closely, the camera following every move, and he noticed that hesitation before she began. Her eyes opened, almost like she was afraid, but then she went right into it. She looked great, too, opening the blouse and exposing that sleek little body in her black lingerie. He gave a low whistle as she finished, and he kept his eyes on hers as she looked to him.

"OK," he said, nodding. "That's really good, baby. You can take it off, now." He took a step towards her.

"You're unbelievable," he whispered. For once, he wasn't faking it. She really was amazing, but he wasn't going to break script just because for once, he was scamming a girl who really did have the face and body of a star. He took another step, and he smiled.

"I want you to come here," he whispered, pointing at the floor in front of him. "When you do, I want you to keep thinking about that big dick. Think about how bad you want it in your pussy and show me see how sexy you can be. Come here, and make the camera want you. Make me want you."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Yes, Sir,"

Mark was a little closer now than when she took off the silly skirt, but she still would have to walk a couple of paces to reach him. She thought for a moment, and decided it would be easier for him to record the blouse coming off where she was, before closing the gap, so that's what she did.

Tilting her head downwards a little, she looked up at him with her eyes wide and innocent, trusting, and taking a half pace with her right leg slowly peeled back the fronts of the baggy blouse, then slipped it off her shoulders to let it puddle behind her with the skirt, leaving her in just her underwear.

Then she half closed her eyes, looking intently at him, and returned to that zone like before, this time with her right forefinger just inside her mouth. As she stepped forward each half pace, she felt that near climax of pleasure and her face and breathing showed it. Each step was almost like a mini peak until she was standing before him panting, slightly red, a wildness in her eyes and heat between her legs, her small bra filled nearly to overflowing.

"Is that ok, Sir ... do you want me?" she asked with childish simplicity.

 

[nerdystud]

Amanda walked towards him, her lips around the tip of her finger in a way that made him stiffen abruptly. The robe was heavy enough to hide it for now, but if she kept going like this, it wouldn't work for long. Then again, if he was reading her right, she was as hot for it as he was. She was blushing, breathing fast, looking at him with those pretty dark eyes that told him the game was working. Then she asked him if he wanted her.

"Do I?" he asked, grinning at her. Fuck it, he thought. She was practically begging for it already. He kept the camera on her and reached down with one hand, undoing the belt of the robe and letting it fall open. The purple silk of his boxers was tented up by his swollen, stiffening cock, and outlined the shape of it perfectly. "You see what you're doing to me?"

Then he reached up, touched her cheek, so softly. He let his thumb brush across her lips, and then glide down. It passed over her chin and down her throat, his fingers gliding down the side of her neck, until his hand rested on her shoulder. He took a deep breath, looking her in the eye.

"Take off your bra," he ordered. He gave her a cocky smirk. Time to be a little bit crude. After all, he didn't have time to fuck around. He needed to get her ready for business. "Show me your tits, baby."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Mandy gulped ... she hadn't expected that! Her tits! Like, take her bra off? But he was impressed so far, his tented shorts told her, and that was a compliment, wasn't it? A guy can't fake that, so it must mean she was doing well? Don't lose it now!

Be professional! she told herself ... what would an experienced model do? What do actresses do all the time on TV shows? So she simply unhooked the bra and let it slide down her arms and fall to the floor.

"Is that better, Sir? Am I ok?" She genuinely wanted an honest appraisal, to know that she was indeed beautiful, that she had what it took to be a successful model.

 

[nerdystud]

He looked down, the camera focusing on her perfect tits. Firm and round, a couple of small handfulls, with perky little nipples. He nodded his head. He let his hand slide down to cup one, his fingers teasing her nipple.

"Nice," he whispered softly. "You have great tits, baby." He gave it a soft squeeze, and then pinched her nipple, tugging gently. His cock was standing up straight now, throbbing like he was a teenager. He could see she was nervous, but also hungry. She believed in him, believed he was going to make her dreams come true. That was what counted. He took a deep breath and looked her in the eye.

"You can lose your panties, now, sweetie."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Mandy was half expecting it; it followed naturally after losing her bra. Trying to make it feel professional, she replied while slowly inching them down her hips, her thighs and to the floor already littered with her clothing, leaving her in just stockings and garter belt.

"I know that you need to examine your new models, Sir, to see their body properly to make the right assignments ..." After all, his examination of her breasts was just that, wasn't it? And if he examined her closely enough he might even discover that she was still a virgin, not that such information would be of interest to him ...

But that rod in his shorts did look most interesting ...

 

[nerdystud]

He nodded at her. What the fuck was she talking about? Examining models? He stared at her for a second. She was looking at his cock. She could see he was hard, and she had just stripped for him. Did he need to spell it out for her? Was she fucking with him?

He looked her in the eye and decided no. He was sure she wasn't that smart. That meant she was just that clueless.

"You are a good girl, aren't you?" he whispered, softly. He let his hand slip between her legs, fingers probing her. Then he took her wrist, guiding her hand to his silk covered cock. "See what you did, baby? If you want to be a model, you're going to have to learn how to handle this kind of situation. When you turn a guy on like that, you can't leave him hanging if you expect him to hire you. So get on your knees."