Chapter 1

I looked down sheepishly; Phil kept leering at me from behind the desk. He was making me really nervous; I was quite used to being leered at, but this time it was a guy offering me a job. Not that he was bad looking -- on the contrary, he was pretty gorgeous and had a nice body, and looked great in that casual suit, I'd been attracted to him from the second I walked into the room. But he was being really obvious about it; I could tell he wanted me to know that he approved of me. He let his eyes slide over my body from top to bottom, starting at my ankles and running slowly up my bare legs -- I usually don't wear pantyhose to interviews. Then, he'd slowly stroke my upper thighs with his gaze, making sure I was watching as he examined my pale, bare flesh. I crossed and uncrossed my legs nervously, feeling my thighs rub sensuously together; every time I did, I could see him trying in vain to get a glimpse of my skirt. I was wearing the shortest decent skirt I owned; I always wore it to interviews because I knew what kind of effect it had on the interviewers. It was made out of thin, clingy silky material so that it showed a lot of the outline of my upper thighs -- and occasionally when I walked it would sway up dangerously close to my buttocks. But for now I was sitting down, and Phil couldn't see a thing. I had to admit, though, it sort of turned me on to have this good-looking guy trying to get a glance up my skirt. After stroking my pretty ass as it pressed against the seat, Phil would look slowly over my midriff and my breasts, which stretched out through this tight Oxford shirt. He'd examine them closely, making my nipples feel all tingly as he looked; I could feel them getting hard after a while and knew that he had noticed from the tiny smile he gave me. My erect nipples stretched through the Oxford shirt and my thin, lacy bra underneath; Phil leered at them and I didn't doubt he was wondering what they felt like. Then, he looked over the slope of my cleavage, which bulged out from the shirt which I always left open as far as I could. He eyed my neck, and my shoulders where my long blonde hair flowed down over them and then he'd watch my face. I know how gorgeous I am, with high cheekbones and pale skin that flushes deep red when I get even a little turned on -- like I was right now. And my eyes are big and wide and bright blue -- guys always love them. Besides having a great body, I'm beautiful -- which is a must in this business. You've got to have both, or you'll never get the work. And I loved the work like I love nothing else.

He was looking at my resume, and the photos I'd brought in it. They were photos I was proud of -- they never failed to get a hard-on out of a guy who looked at them. And I knew what they were doing to Phil. He looked over my references, smiling to himself.

He read my name slowly, as if trying it out. "Tanya Marimont. It's a pretty name."

"I like it," I said, eyeing him flirtatiously. "I don't know," said Phil. "I'm not sure you're out for the magazine."

I looked down, trying not to meet his eyes. I needed this job -- I had to keep working in magazines, and I wasn't making much lately. And Beauty was the best-paying magazine I'd ever interviewed for -- they even kept their own photographers on staff. Their photos were great -- I was always really impressed whenever I picked up the mag. I knew they'd do wonderful things with my body. I just had to work here! From the way Phil was acting, I was sure he liked my looks -- but would he ask for more than looks before he let me have the job?

"You're just, well, you know -- too gorgeous, I guess," he went on. "Don't get me wrong -- you've got a great body and all. A wonderful body, believe me, Tanya, I'm sure any guy who reads the magazine would love to look at it. But you're so pretty. I'm not sure you look sexy enough. Just looking at these pictures, the readers can't tell how kinky you are."

I lifted my eyes, meeting Phil's gaze. I gave him my most seductive look, trying to let him know I could change on a moment's notice. And let him know how much I wanted the job. I bit my lip, being as sexy as I knew how. "Oh, I'm very kinky."

Phil chuckled. "Oh, are you?"

"The copy will convince them how kinky I am, that's for sure." I bit my finger, licking it slightly as Phil watched. "I'm a real kinky slut on film."

"But it's how you look, too, Tanya. You can talk dirty in the interview, and it'll get us all off. But your looks have to go with it -- you have to look like a horny, wet girl who just can't get enough. And you're off to a good start in these stills -- I'm pretty amazed, you know. But you look so innocent from some angles."

"That's just the makeup," I said. "I've got other stills with me being a real slut. Heavy makeup, leather... I really like those kinds of shots, too."

"I don't know," he said. "You've got good references. But it's hard to tell. I'd like to see more of you before I agree to assign a photographer."

"Uh-huh," I said, eagerly leaning forward. Phil watched closely as I smiled at him.

"I mean, it's fine to see pictures of you naked. And you look great in person. But with those clothes on -- " He smiled back. "It's hard to tell what you're really like."

I stood up. "It's really important to me," I said, smoothing down my skirt and making sure my shoulders were straight and perfect so my tits stretched enticingly toward Phil. "I really want this job. Beauty magazine is one of the places I've wanted to work for years."

Phil nodded slowly. "I bet it is. But just from the pictures, I can't tell if you're right." I thought I saw a smile. "I don't know if you're really a slut. I don't know what you're like up close -- or how kinky you really are. Or how horny."

I smiled. "I've got an answer," I said. I went to the windows and pulled the shades, slowly, one by one. I threw a glance at the big velvet couch sitting in the corner of the office, away from the desk. The room was sort of dark with all the shades drawn; Phil looked me up and down in the dimness as I moved closer to the desk. I stood in front of it and reached slowly toward the top button of my Oxford shirt.

"I really hate clothes at interviews," I said. "They really keep you from finding out what I'm going to do on film." I kept smiling as I pulled the top button, exposing the lace of my skimpy bra. I opened the second button as Phil watched intently, then the third. I finished undoing the shirt and pulled it wide open over my large breasts. Phil's gaze got hungrier and more lustful as he ran his eyes over my lace-covered tits and my beautiful midriff. I eased my way out of the shirt and slid it over my shoulders, dropping it on the floor. Then I took the zipper of my tight miniskirt and started easing it down over my hips.

"I really need this job," I said. "I want to make sure you see me up close -- and totally naked -- so that you don't make the wrong decision. I know how great I look on film -- and in person. I don't want to lose this job because you think I'm too virginal. I really want to convince you otherwise. I can be a real slut if the assignment calls for it. I'm more than willing to do my part. If I can get the right photographer, the right photo editor... I can be such a slut on film the readers will cream just looking at me. I love being a slut in pictures. And my body is great."

I tugged the zipper down, easing it over my white flesh. I got the skirt open and let it fall down my long, shapely legs, letting it bunch around my ankles. I smiled as I stepped out of it; now I wore only my incredibly skimpy g-string panties and my tight lacy bra. Both were jet black; I knew how great I looked in them. My huge tits stretched through the material of the bra, showing my erect nipples; I was really turned on. I love taking off my clothes. Just knowing that guys are looking at my body and getting a hard-on really gets me wet. And I especially love doing it in front of people who are going to give me a job. Phil was watching me with real fire in his eyes -- under that desk I was sure he already had a huge erection. I didn't doubt that he was aching to put it to good use. But first, he'd get a really good look at me.

I put up my arms and slowly turned around, letting him take in every inch of my smooth flesh. When my back was to him, I eased my legs far apart and bent over, putting my open hands on the smooth globes of my ass. I felt my gorgeous buttocks stretching through the flimsy silk of my panties -- the panties were high-cut and showed almost all of my ass except for my pink asshole. But from the way I was bent over he could see the skimpy panties riding up between the pink, swollen lips of my cunt. I knew that Phil was watching carefully; I began to run my fingers over my ass and smiled as I petted myself. "I guess I'm an exhibitionist," I said. "Like all models. I can't pose without getting turned on..."

I stood up straight again, closing my legs. Then I turned to Phil and reached between my huge tits for the clasp to my bra.

"Of course, you can't really tell until I let you see all of me... all of me." I smiled, broad and white, showing my gorgeous teeth and my full, deep red, kissable lips.

I undid the clasp and peeled the flimsy material over my sweaty breasts; Phil's eyes went wide as he saw them come into view. They were even more gorgeous naked, he was getting horny just looking at them! I touched my nipples gently, then, I pinched them slightly as Phil watched, entranced. Then, it was time for my panties.

I giggled. "You seem to be pretty impressed so far," I said.

Phil nodded as I turned around. I wanted him to see my ass as I did this. I took my panties and bent over, slowly, sensuously, savoring the feeling of Phil's hot gaze over my ass- cheeks as I pulled the panties down. My legs were spread only slightly -- still, I knew that he could see my naked cunt as it came into view. Phil was so cute and I was so hot for this job that it was really pink; it felt all hot and flushed as I stripped. I stayed bent over as I dropped the panties to my ankles and stepped out of them; I spread my legs apart and saw through them that Phil's eyes were locked on my cunt.

"Like it?" I asked, slowly standing up. I lifted my arms so he could see my breasts better. The office was a little cold and they felt all tingly. But then, the rest of me felt tingly for other reasons.

Phil slowly got out of his chair; my spine stiffened. I smiled amiably as he moved from behind the desk and walked toward me. He wore clingy dress pants; I could see that his hard-on was enormous.

"I like it a lot," he said. "You've got a better body than I thought."

I smiled. "It looks great on film, but even better up close."

"You like doing hard-core, Tanya baby?" He took a few steps closer.

"I love it. I really do."

Phil nodded. He walked around behind me; I kept my arms up so he could see all of my gorgeous back in its best position. It made me feel all vulnerable to have my arms out of the way -- and that turned me on. Phil's hard-on sure looked big!

"That's good to hear. A girl's really no good to us if she doesn't love her work. And you've got the energy for it."

Phil put his hand on my waist, curving his warm fingers around my stomach. I turned my head and smiled back at him as he moved closer.

"You're very sexy, Tanya. But I don't really know if you've got the right feeling."

"Lots of sexual energy, you mean," I said, closing my eyes and breathing heavily.

"That's right." Phil got closer to me; I could feel his hand sliding down to my bare ass as his other arm curved around me.

"I guess you'll have to find out, then," I said, turning gradually. I stopped when I could see his face; he looked really gorgeous in the dim light. I stayed turned so that my ass was toward him. "I'll just have to show you what kind of energy I have."

Phil nodded. "That would be great."

"I'll just do anything for this job," I said. "I really want you to know how great I'll be."

Phil put one hand on each of my smooth asscheeks. He pulled at them gently, stroking them. Then he slid his fingers down in between my parted thighs and tugged at them.

"Open your legs," he said. "I need to get a closer look."

I nodded, inching my legs apart as he put his hand on my shoulder. I was a few feet from his desk; he pushed gently on my back so that I bent forward and put my arms out. His desk was almost empty; there was plenty of room for me. I leaned over it so that I could open my legs further; I lifted my ass high in the air as Phil stroked my ass.

I felt his finger touching the very outside of my swollen cunt-lips. I gasped; my pussy seemed to be throbbing at his touch. It felt really good -- I wanted it. I always get so horny taking off my clothes, and Phil was so gorgeous -- I hoped he'd go on...

"Oh yeah," he said. "That's nice. You really are a professional."

"I'm -- an -- expert -- " I panted rhythmically, feeling incredibly turned on. Phil pressed against my cunt-lips, and I let out a hungry "OH!", feeling my legs get all weak. I leaned more heavily against the desk as Phil drew his finger in a slow, even circle around my cunt. He could feel how wet I was -- I'd been dripping in my panties through the whole interview.

"You get wet fast, Tanya," he said. "You must really be an exhibitionist."

"I am," I panted. I could hardly talk, I was so horny. I lifted my ass higher so Phil could get a better view of my pink, dripping cunt.

"Are you a nympho, too?"

I laughed, then looked back at Phil with passion in my eyes, letting him know what a nympho I really was. "Why don't you find out," I said.

Phil nodded slowly. I felt his finger sliding in between my lips. I let out a whimper and shut my eyes tight in pleasure as he eased his middle finger slowly up and down my slit. Then he lifted it higher and I knew he was about to touch my clit.