I was a little late for work, as usual, and I only barely had time to pour myself a cup of coffee in the small office kitchen before heading into the morning meeting with the rest of the marketing team. I was the last to arrive, again as usual. I grabbed the only remaining chair and began looking around to say my 'good morning's. Something wasn't quite right. Everyone looked nervous, and I suddenly realised that Mrs Pritchard, the head of HR, was in the room too. She never came to our meetings, and this couldn't be good.
Frank, my boss, looked very shifty and cleared his throat. "As you know," he began, "the company has been reviewing its resourcing requirements." This really didn't sound good at all. "We've been trialling an AI-powered analysis system and the tests have gone well. Very well. So well that the company has decided to switch to using it permanently. Accordingly I am sorry but you are all laid off, effective immediately."
Mrs Pritchard began speaking but I hardly heard a word she said through the haze of disbelief. Blah blah, severance package, blah blah, good references, blah blah blah. Two years of working here, gone, just like that. Eventually we all filed out of the room in silence, making our way out of the building and into the unknown, our paltry few personal effects in brown boxes.
So that was how I came to be in the LoDo Brewpub in the daytime some weeks later, shooting the breeze with my old friend Rob. He was a lovable rogue, I never knew what he actually did or where he got his money. Sometimes he was rolling in it, sometimes hitting me up for enough for his next meal. I never minded, never asked. "My severance cash isn't going to last for ever, I know," I said to him. "I need to find something to do, just temporary until I can get a proper job again."
"I've got an idea, though I'm not sure how you'll feel about it," he replied. "I've got an, um, 'acquaintance' shall we say, who runs a modelling agency, and he's always looking for fresh talent. I could put a word in for you. I know you've got a fantastic body and you'd be perfect, if you want it."
"Modelling…. hmmmm," I said thoughtfully. "What kind of modelling? We're not talking Paris fashion week, are we?"
"I think the euphemism is 'glamour modelling'," he clarified. "Like I say, I think you'd be perfect." Rob and I had fucked a few times on a friends-with-benefits basis, so he knew what I had to offer down there. "Want me to fix you up an interview?" he asked.
"Sure, why not. Can't do any harm just to find out a bit more." And three days later I was pressing the door buzzer at RJF Models, about to do exactly that.
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"You're Rob's friend then?" said Ray. It wasn't really a question, but I nodded anyway. "How is the old dog? Still a man of mystery?" Clearly in his mind none of these questions needed any response and he carried on without pausing. "So… Mia Khalifa, is it? Yes, Mia Khalifa," he confirmed to himself without needing my input on that matter either. "You're looking for modelling work."
"Yes. I'm between jobs right now and it would be useful money, and maybe it could even be my new career."
"I'm not sure what Rob told you about what we do here. I supply models to the adult film industry. Is that what you expected?"
"Well, I had pretty much guessed that, yes."
"Cool. You certainly look like you have a lot to offer," he smiled, looking at my amply proportioned bosom. "I've only really got one interview question for you. Do you like sex?
"Sure, who doesn't?" I shrugged.
"No, I mean do you really like sex. How often do you masturbate? Do you use a vibrator? Do you fantasise about being fucked by a big black cock? Do you like the taste of cum? Licking pussy? Does it turn you on to have someone watching you orgasm?"
"I thought you said only one question?" I joked. "Let's see, in order: masturbation – every day, if I haven't been fucked; vibrator – yes, I couldn't live without my rabbit; BBCs – yes, the bigger the better; cum – I love it hot and straight down my throat; pussy – let's just say I went to an all-girls Arab school, so what do you think?; being watched – sounds kinky, I think I'd like to see myself on video cumming."
"Perfect answers! I do hope we'll find out more about that girls school later. So, if you're definitely interested then I need to take a few video clips of you to send round to the casting agents. Would that be OK?"
"Yes, let's do that."
"I'll just make sure we aren't interrupted," Ray said, and stepped over to lock the door. From beside his desk he picked up a video camera with a small tripod and set it up, pointing at where I was sitting, and pressed the record button. "Can you just say your name and age and measurements for the camera please?"
"Hi, I'm Jenny. I'm 21. I'm five feet eight inches, I'm a 36D bra size."
"Can we see your breasts, if you're happy to do that?"
I thought I'd better put on a bit of a show if this was an interview. Luckily I had half expected this and I had made sure I was wearing some sexy lingerie before leaving home. I peeled my top off over my head and tossed it onto the floor, revealing my black lacy bra.
My aureolae and nipples were very visible through the fabric. I paused and looked straight into the camera in what I hoped was a teasing way. Then I reached around my back and unclipped my bra fastening, and tossed it onto the floor too. My breasts now hung free and I shook my shoulders to set them swinging and jiggling, then I pushed them together and up with my hands, and playfully squeezed my nipples for the camera.
Ray looked very pleased, I thought. "Wow, that's great," he said. "You're a natural. Now can we see your pussy please. Again, if you're uncomfortable we can stop any time."
"That's fine, I'm enjoying this," I said. And I was. I stood up and shucked off my skirt. Then I turned around so my ass was facing the camera, and looking back over my shoulder I slowly peeled my black lacy panties down to reveal my bare butt-cheeks.
I pulled my cheeks apart to show a quick flash of my asshole, then spun round again, full frontal to the camera and paused for the viewers to take in my neatly clipped bush. I sat down again and said straight into the camera, "Are you all watching?" and I inched my legs apart, wider and wider, until my snatch was fully visible.
I was already slightly wet from the thrill of the striptease performance and my labia was pink and glistening. I paused again, then reached down and slowly inserted two fingers into my cunt, and rubbed up and down on my clit.
"Phew, that's an amazing show, I can't believe you're not a pro," Ray said. "That'll do for now. Remember folks," he spoke into the microphone, "this is Mia Khalifa, contact RJF Models for her availability and rates." He clicked the camera off. He must have done this kind of interview hundreds of times but he looked a little hot and flustered, and mopped his brow. "By the way, I take 25% of whatever you get," he said in rather a rush.
I had no idea what the standard agent cut was, but he didn't seem to be inviting negotiation and I decided to let it go for now. If things went well I'd have a stronger hand to play later on.
"You seem a bit uncomfortable, Ray. Are you OK?" I asked mischievously.
"You've given me quite a hard-on, you know, and I don't normally get that way during business hours."
I feigned innocence. "Would you like me to do anything about that?"
"Absolutely not. I never do my own girls, it's a hard rule. I broke it once and it caused all kinds of problems, I learned my lesson." And he seemed pretty immovable.
"OK, that's a shame but I'm sure that's sensible," I said. "But while I'm here and in the mood, would you mind turning the camera on again?"
"OK, sure," said Ray, unsure what I planned, and he flicked it on.
I didn't need to explain anything. I was still naked in front of the lens. I began to masturbate, pushing my fingers deep into my cunt again and rubbing them up and down over my pussy, round and round and then pressing down hard on my clit.
I was getting wetter and noisier, each stroke now causing an audible squelch. Faster, faster, harder, harder, "Mmmmmm…. Aaaaahhhhh…. Oooooohhhh…. Yes, yes, oh God, yesyesYES…." I moaned. My back arched in the chair, my head went back, my legs straightened and muscles stiffened, and I felt the delicious clenching begin in my cunt and work its way up my body as I climaxed, spasming and shaking as it racked me in front of the camera. Eventually I relaxed and looked straight into the lens. "You remember that question you asked me, 'Does it turn you on to have someone watching you orgasm?' If you'd like to ask me that one again I think I might have a better answer for you."
Ray was dumbstruck. I couldn't see his pants behind the desk but I knew he would have a big boner, and he wasn't going to forget me in a hurry. "That was quite something else. Very, very classy. I think I can say you've passed the interview," he almost gasped. "We've got all your details so if you'd like to get dressed then I think we're all done, and I'll get in touch when I've got news for you."
"Sorry about your chair, by the way," I said, looking at the soaking wet seat cushion. "Do you have any Kleenex?"
I thanked him for his time, and as I unlocked the door and closed it behind me I could just see him unbutton his fly and wrap his right hand around his very erect cock. He could scarcely wait to jerk off and I didn't think it would take him very long at all to cum.
Part two will be dropped in a few minutes or maybe an hour 🤭
Don't let go of that sausage or that bean just yet 🤭🫠