Onika POV
I signed my name on the sign in sheet then headed upstairs to the design room. My summer job this year was designing clothes, it's not that bad I get to draw, sew and sh*t. Also the people here look fine it's this one boy that can tear up my guts! And another girl who can bend me overrrr.
"If you signed up for modeling in the fashion show go to room 320 for your measurements"
My boss snapped me out of my dirty thoughts. I got up grabbed my purse and went to the room. I smiled when I saw Beyonce fine a** in there, she was an intern here. She's unfortunately a college student as well and I'm sixteen but d*mn she fine!
"Ok we're going to give you a sheet you can fill out your information and then we'll have Kelly take your picture and me or Beyoncé will measure you"
Kelly passed out the papers and numbers and of course I'm number one so I got up and stood infront of the backdrop while she took my picture.
"Ok you're done"
"Thanks"
I walked back to my seat waiting to be called for measurements.
"Number one" Beyoncé called out.
I smirked to myself. I'm so glad she's measuring me and not that old lady. I stood infront of her and gave her my paper, d*mn she smelt good.
She wrapped the measuring tape around my waist and then my breast.
"Wow you..got a lot" she slightly chuckled.
Now why is she trying to flirt with me knowing I'm insane.
"Thanks you have big titties too" I looked her up and down.
"Thanks" she awkwardly smiled.
She wrote down my size then proceeded to measure around my butt.
"Don't be shy"
She stopped and looked up at me then continued.
"You are very bold onika"
And you are very sexyyy Beyonce!
"And you like it"
"I'm like 7 years older than you" she chuckled.
"Age ain't nothing but a number"
"And a case ain't nothing but a jail sentence now turn around"
She measured my backside then I turned back around.
"Ok can you lift your shirt up for me"
"I can take it off if you like"
"I'll do it myself"
She lift my shirt up to my belly button and measured from there to my foot.
"Beyoncé you know how to do the inseam part right"
"Uhhh no"
"You measure from the crotch to the ankle"
"Ouu can we skip to that" I said loud enough for only her to hear.
She rolled her eyes at me writing down my measurements.
"Cute shoes"
"Thanks" she's clearly flirting.
"Hold this" she placed the tape at the bottom of my cooch.
"You don't wanna hold it" I said in a seductive tone.
"I do not"
I blew my breath holding it while she took her sweatshirt off. I didn't even try to hide the fact I was staring.
