She was nervous when she walked into my office. I've learned to sense these things. Some are nervous that they will be turned down, a pretty harsh rejecting considering the business. Others are nervous they'll be given an offer. Either way, my job is to identify the talent and give the people want they want.
This one was pretty. Her long dark hair and long face gave her an Indian look, Mexican Indian. Her dress was different than most who walk in here. It actually reached her knees, and wasn't painted on. Her legs were bare and it was clear she could be proud of them. Her chest was full, the dress accentuating her cleavage well enough to peak my curiosity.
"What can I do for you."
"You make films?" She asked.
"That's what we do here. Are you interested in the business?" I was surprised I was giving her this much rope. I usually don't have time for simple banter. 'Get to the fucking point' is one of my mottos. I wanted to hear what she had to say.
"Well, that depends on how much you think I can make."
She was still sparing with me.
"Listen honey," I said, "You look like you have the body for it, but there's no way to tell if you have the talent by looking at you."
"So, should I take off my clothes?"
I wanted to say yes, but I left the ball in her court. "I tell you what, I'll put some music on and we'll see how you move."
I chose something slow and sultry, knowing her body style would blend well with the smoother sounds. The music filled my office and I sat back in my chair, lit a cigar, and waited.
She began awkwardly. It was clear that she knew how to move, but she was not used to doing so in front of strangers...especially strangers who expected to see her nude. I knew she would relax. I decided to tape her interview for future use. She watched as I reached into a drawer and pulled out a portable camcorder. Setting it on its stand, I hit record.
She swayed to and fro with the music. She was definitely a sexy woman. I started to feel a desire to see her peel off her clothing, but I knew I would be rewarded for patience.
"All right, you're on camera. Show your stuff. Whatever you think might drop their jaws and put a bone in their pants, that's what you do."
She took instructions well. I watched as she moved her hands slowly up the sides of her hips, up to her stomach, and slowly brushed against her breasts.
"Good, good, up and down. Don't forget to stroke yourself down." She complied and relaxed a bit more, smiling shyly for the camera.
"Let's see how you handle your hair."
She moved her arms upward and lifted her hands into her hair, stretching it upward.
"Turn around and show me your ass."
Again, taking the cue quickly she turned slowly and seductively, bending slightly as she did, stroking her hands up and down over her cheeks. I realized I was becoming aroused. My dick was stirring in my pants. This woman really was special.
"Time for more leg; lift your dress slowly up your thighs."
She did as she was told, revealing her toned brown thighs. The skin was obviously soft and I wondered how it might feel to touch.
"Stroke your thighs...slowly, use your fingers and trace a line up and around...that's good, very good."
She lifted her dress higher, gradually caressing her thighs as she was told. Without direction, she turned gradually, showing ass, now nearly showing some of her cheek from under the fabric of her dress. As she turned around she looked directly at me. I knew she could tell I was getting hot for her. This seemed to drive her on, made her more daring. I could tell she liked having control of her audience.
"Ok, now that you've got their attention, what are you going to do?" I asked.
