The Interview

"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."