Lisa looked down at the check register in her hand. Only about four hundred left. And that was not even close to enough to pay her bills for the month. She had no idea what she was going to do. She made decent money but with recent car repairs and getting ready for her sisters wedding she had been bled dry. She didn't want to ask her boyfriend Steve for more money because she already owed him. And forget about asking her parents. She let out a sigh.
Lisa was an attractive girl. About 5'10" tall and a little chubby. But very cute. Her hair was this light sandy blond color and it grew that way naturally. She had never dyed it. It was just above shoulder length and straight and silky. She had these amazing crystal blue eyes that just drew you in when you looked at her. And she had medium sized breasts with slightly smaller nipples. That always seemed to get excited when she didn't want them too. She was always walking around with what looked like little buttons in her shirt. But that didn't stop her from wearing tight shirts either. Steve liked that.
She worked at a local convenience store as a manager. But today was her day off. She really wanted to go back to college so that she could get a higher paying job. But then she had met Steve and he made really decent money. Eventually the plan was for her to let her lease run out on the condo she stayed in and move in with Steve. But she had borrowed money from him recently and she felt bad about the idea of doing it again. So she had started looking through the wanted ads for a way to make side money. Back in college she had worked as a model briefly. And she was still pretty hot. So she thought maybe she could do a little of that and get back on her feet. So she had called a few places.
Finally she got a call back from one of them. It was about time. The guys name was Gregory and he sounded foreign like he was from Europe. She wasn't quite sure where. And he told her that he had a modeling gig coming up where she could make a lot of money fast. Actually it was enough to pay her months bills and have a little extra left over. In her head she was wondering why the job paid more than any of her others had. Was he expecting her to model nude or something? But she would probably do that if it paid her bills. Just as long as Steve never saw it. She would have to ask that at the interview. After all she didn't even have it yet.
Later that night she put on a matching set of lacy panties and underwear. Like a nice deep black color. Almost midnight. Those looked super sexy on her. They pulled up her firm breasts and made them look a little bigger. And the panties were lacy and you could just barely see a little of her tight little shaved pussy when she was in them. She wanted to look extra sexy so she would get the job. She added to the look with a nice little blue skirt and a gray top. The skirt was a little high. You could just about see her nice firm little ass cheeks. And she wouldn't have dared to bend over in it. And the top was nice and tight. She knew her firm young breasts would definitely help her get the job. So she pulled together her outfit and did her makeup and got all prettied up for the interview. Then she got into her car and drove the fifteen miles to the location they had given her.
She was a little surprised to see that the GPS led her to what looked like a private house. A little cedar ranch with green shutters. And a two car garage. It had a big parking area in the front and she could see an in ground pool in the back yard. It was a nice neighborhood though. She would definitely have lived here. Nervously she checked her makeup in the mirror. All good. She put her purse over her shoulder. It was a little brown leather one. Got out of her car and hit the button to lock the doors. She walked up to the door in her short black heels and knocked.
An older man with graying hair answered the door. He had a low cut shirt so you could see the hair on his chest. And gray and black stubble on his face. He had penetrating green eyes and looked older but attractive in shape. You could tell he hit the gym a few times a week. She liked the silver streaks in his black hair on the sides. And he had a young face. She wondered if this was Gregory.
"Hi there. Welcome." the man said.
"Hello. I'm here for the modeling interview." Lisa answered nervously.
The man looked her up and down pausing at her breasts. She was self conscious of the fact that her nipples were a little hard. They got that way when she was nervous.
"You are a pretty girl. We could tell from the snapshots you put in with your application. Come in and let me get a look at you." the man said.
"OK." she said stepping into the entryway.
She was led through a small corridor with shoes and coats. The floor was a rich clamshell tile and the ceilings were high. You wouldn't have thought so from looking at the house from outside but it was. The man lead her off to the right through a set of french doors. Through a dining room looking area and into another room with a solid brown door. It wasn't one of those cheap interior doors. This was a solid wooden one with a lock.
Through that door the man led her into an office. It looked like this room might have been a Master Bedroom once because it had a large walk in closet and a master bathroom suite off from it. It had a nice clean looking Berber carpet on the floor that was a gray color. A large mahogany desk was set up by the two large windows. Which both had the shades closed. And a black leather couch sat over in the corner with a couple of throw pillows. It was a very large room. The walls were painted a light gray and the ceiling was an off white and nice and clean looking. There was a fan in the middle of the ceiling that was going. And an air conditioner floor unit going over by the windows with a pipe hooked up to the outside. The room was nice and bright and inviting despite the closed blinds. And as she stepped in the man closed the door behind her and locked it with a click.
"Hello. I'm Gregory." the man stated. "It's great to finally meet you in person. I lock the door so we won't be interrupted during the interview." The man stuck out his hand and she shook it. His hand was kind of soft. You could tell he didn't do a construction job or anything like that but he had a nice firm grip. And he looked deep into her eyes as he shook her hand. His green eyes twinkled a little and he had a warm smile on his face. "So you are interested in being a model my dear?" He motioned towards the couch. "Why don't you take a seat here and we will take a look at your resume."
Lisa walked over to the black leather couch and sat down. She pulled her skirt down as she sat and crossed her legs. Gregory kept his eyes on her the whole time. And he pulled out a rolling chair from behind the desk and moved it to the front of the desk where he was closer to her. He sat down and had a clipboard in his hand with pieces of paper on it.
"So I see here you were a model back in college Lisa. That's good. (He read down on the paper.) And where do you work now my dear?" Gregory asked looking at her to judge her reaction and manner.
"Well I currently work at a Convenience store at (she gave the address). But I'm supposed to be going back to college to finish up soon. I want to go back for a psychology degree." Lisa replied.
"That's great. Beautiful and smart." Gregory said while writing on the papers. "And what do you want to do with your psychology degree?"
"Well I started out going for a teaching degree and life got in the way." Lisa explained. "But I would really like to become a school psychologist or a guidance counselor."
"So you like to work with children?" Gregory raised an eyebrow.
Lisa: "Yes. Very much."
Gregory: "Good. (Reading more) So it says here you did some bikini modeling in college. Does it make you nervous to be naked in front of people?"
Lisa: "Well I wasn't fully naked. I was in a bikini. But no. I think I have a nice body and I don't mind showing it some."
Lisa noticed that Gregory was looking down at her short skirt and she shifted a little and crossed her legs deeper. Pulling her skirt down some.
