BEE-2507 Skin-Flick Slut by Tabitha Britton


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."


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