Tabitha Britton

Skin-flick slut

CHAPTER ONE

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."

I looked down, trying not to meet his eyes. I needed this job – I had to keep working in magazines, and I wasn't making much lately. And Beauty was the best-paying magazine I'd ever interviewed for – they even kept their own photographers on staff. Their photos were great – I was always really impressed whenever I picked up the mag. I knew they'd do wonderful things with my body. I just had to work here! From the way Phil was acting, I was sure he liked my looks – but would he ask for more than looks before he let me have the job?

"You're just, well, you know – too gorgeous, I guess," he went on. "Don't get me wrong – you've got a great body and all. A wonderful body, believe me, Tanya, I'm sure any guy who reads the magazine would love to look at it. But you're so pretty. I'm not sure you look sexy enough. Just looking at these pictures, the readers can't tell how kinky you are."

I lifted my eyes, meeting Phil's gaze. I gave him my most seductive look, trying to let him know I could change on a moment's notice. And let him know how much I wanted the job. I bit my lip, being as sexy as I knew how. "Oh, I'm very kinky."

Phil chuckled. "Oh, are you?"

"The copy will convince them how kinky I am, that's for sure." I bit my finger, licking it slightly as Phil watched. "I'm a real kinky slut on film."

"But it's how you look, too, Tanya. You can talk dirty in the interview, and it'll get us all off. But your looks have to go with it – you have to look like a horny, wet girl who just can't get enough. And you're off to a good start in these stills – I'm pretty amazed, you know. But you look so innocent from some angles."