Easy Money: Kayla's Audition - Sex Stories

Easy Money: Kayla's Audition

... the papers from and set them on his desk. “I’m going to start with a few questions. When I ask you your name, don’t say your real name. Say Claire.” I nodded my head again. He may do this every day, but this wasn’t like any interview that I had ever been a part of before. “He turned on the camera now sitting on his desk and a tiny red light came on. “Welcome, can you tell the viewers your name?” “Um, Claire.” “I wanted a re-take, but he kept going. “Is this your first time ever doing anything like this?” I couldn’t help but to grin. “Most definitely.” “How old are you?” “Eighteen.” “Tell us a little bit about yourself.” “Um, I’m a college student. I live in Florida. I don’t know what else to say. I like to go shopping. I love the beach. Clubbing.” All of those answers true, but not what I would’ve chosen if I had time to think. I sounded like a flake. “You’re here to interview to be a lingerie and bikini model?” I nodded my head yes. “It looks like you have the body, but I will need to see you with less clothes. Can you stand up in front of the camera and take off your shirt?” The moment of truth. I could end the interview anytime, but I didn’t. I stood up pulled off my t-shirt, then peeled off my tank top. I stood in front of him and the camera in just my jean shorts and black bra. I felt completely naked and wanted to cross my arms across my chest to cover myself. He didn’t say anything for a minute. Just another day at the office for him. The camera just kept filming. ...

... “Take off your shoes, then your shorts.” I kicked off my sandals, but I stopped with my hands on my shorts. “I’m only wearing a thong underneath.” “That’s okay. A lot of the lingerie you’ll model include thongs.” I hesitated, but after a few seconds I slid off my shorts. He had me turn around so the camera could capture all of me, before facing him again. The air flowing across my exposed skin felt so cold. I wanted a break to think things over, but he kept going. “Take off your bra.” I thought of my friends. A lot of them would understand. They had money problems just as bad as me. I thought of all of the guys that would be watching and it made my body start to heat up. With a little awkward struggle, I unhooked my bra and pulled it off. “Step forward.” I did and he stood up. He reached out and squeezed my right breast with his warm hand, then the other. My natural reaction to back away, but I stood in place. “All natural. What size?” “34D.” “Perfect.” He looked me up and down before he gave me his next direction. “Now take off your underwear.” I did what I never thought I would do. I had never even thought about it before I walked into that office. I slid my thong down to my ankles and pulled it off. I had never felt so naked. He picked up one of the cameras and walked around me with it, filming me from every angle. “You’re doing great. Sit back down on the couch.” “Thank you.” I did as directed, then he sat back down too. “Do you masturbate often?” “Not really.” He kept the ...