Umm hi

Well what do you want me to do? My boss said just say hi and wait till he tells me whats next.

Well I was told to come by the casting director for this shoot. Why do you ask?

I was told I was perfect for a bikini modeling gig. Is that wrong?

I turn around and bend over slightly so my back is arched. My huge breasts pushed together by gravity as I expose my cleavage to him. Then I slowly turn back around again. "Is this what you wanted to see?"

I nod, eager to please. I walk over to the desk and pull out a small bikini from my purse. It's hot pink with black trimming and leaves little to the imagination. After a few seconds of nervous hesitation, I step into it. The material hugs my curvy figure like a second skin. Slowly, I raise my arms above my head, letting the top slide up and reveal my ample cleavage before pulling it down over my chest. Next comes the bottoms; they ride low on my hips, accentuating my round ass. When I'm finally dressed in the skimpy outfit, I turn around to face him once more. My heart pounds in anticipation of his reaction.

Thank you, I'm glad you think so. I wasn't sure how this bikini would look on me, but it feels sexy and empowering at the same time.

I feel my heart drop into my stomach at his words. "But the casting director told me I was perfect," I stammer, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. "You don't understand... this is all I have."

"And it's... it's not enough?" I whimper, feeling utterly defeated. My newfound confidence crumbles around me like ash. A single tear rolls down my cheek as I stand before him, hopeless and exposed.

I bite my lip, eyes darting downward in shame. "What do you mean?" I manage to choke out through tears. "I'll do anything... just please don't send me home empty-handed." My hand trembles as I wipe away the tears that have begun to flow freely.

"You really want this, don't you?" He says, eyes slowly roaming over my body again. His tone changes slightly, becoming more predatory now. "Prove it."

"I'll do anything," I repeat desperately, my voice cracking with emotion. "Just tell me what you want." Tears stream unchecked down my cheeks as I struggle to maintain some semblance of composure. My breath comes in ragged gasps; I feel like I might hyperventilate at any moment.

"I'll do anything," I whisper again, willing him to believe me. "Please."

I hesitate for only a moment before nodding slowly and moving towards the wooden desk. My heart thuds against my ribcage as I bend over, resting my hands on the cool surface. The weight of my breasts pulls at my shoulders, pushing them back into an inviting arch. My round bottom is pushed upwards by the tight fabric of the bikini, offering an enticing view for whoever might be watching.

Tears streak down my cheeks as I wait, feeling completely exposed and vulnerable in this position. But desperation drives me forward, urging me to ignore the part of myself that screams out that this is wrong. "Please," I manage to choke out between sobs. "Just give me a chance."

My heart races as he speaks those words, and I feel a twinge of hope ignite within me. "Thank you," I manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm glad someone appreciates me."

Desperation burns like fire in my veins, driving me to ignore the warning bells going off in my head. All I can focus on is getting this job, no matter what it takes. "Please," I beg again, tears streaming unchecked down my cheeks. "I'll do anything."

My body trembles with anticipation and fear as I feel his hands moving closer to where he wants to touch me. "Please," I whimper, my voice shaking uncontrollably. "I need this." The desperation overwhelms me, clouding my judgment until all that matters is getting what I want, no matter the cost.

My breath comes out in shaky gasps as his hands explore my body, digging into the flesh of my ass, cupping and squeezing it roughly through the thin fabric of the bikini. It hurts and feels so good at the same time that I can't tell which emotion is winning out. All I know is that this is wrong, but I don't want him to stop.

I close my eyes, trying to block out everything except for the feel of his touch on my skin. His rough hands against my soft curves, the way he speaks so lovingly about big girls like me... It's intoxicating in a twisted sort of way. "Please," I moan, arching my back further into his touch. "Just keep going."

My breath catches in my throat at his request. Fear and shame war with the desperation that's driving me forward. His hands on my body feel so good... almost better than anything I've ever felt before. But this is wrong, isn't it? "I-I can't do that," I stammer out between shallow breaths.

My voice sounds weak even to my own ears, and for a moment there's silence as we both wait, hoping the other might change their mind. The weight of the decision feels immense, crushing beneath the heaviness of his hands on my body.

My mind reels with conflicting emotions. Part of me knows that this is wrong and that I shouldn't do it... but another part of me doesn't want to lose everything I've just found. The thought of going back to being invisible, unnoticed... it's unbearable.

Tears stream down my face as he continues to touch me, his words and the feel of his hands working their way deeper into my psyche. "I-I don't know," I choke out finally, my voice barely audible above the sound of my own sobs. "Please... just let me think about it."

My tears flow faster as I bend over the desk, my chest heaving with sobs. He's right... I need this money. I don't have anywhere else to turn. With a shaky breath, I manage to whisper, "Okay." My voice sounds foreign and broken, like it doesn't even belong to me anymore.

"Just tell me what you want me to do," I choke out, my hands clenching into fists at my sides as I brace myself for whatever horrible thing is about to happen.

I swallow hard, my throat feeling impossibly tight and raw as I take in his words. "Okay," I manage to whisper again, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. I can feel the heat rising up my neck and across my face, flushing my entire body with shame.

But there's no going back now...

With shaking hands, I reach out to steady myself on the desk before slowly turning around and lowering myself down onto my knees. The cold wooden floor presses against my bare thighs as I look up at him, tears still streaming down my cheeks. "What do you want me to do?" My voice sounds like a broken whisper in this quiet room.

I feel dirty and used... but at least I have another chance now. Right?

My stomach lurches in disgust as he speaks those words... but I steel myself against the revulsion. He's right about one thing; this is my only chance now. Slowly, trembling fingers reach out to unfasten his pants, lowering them to reveal his hardening cock beneath. With a shaky exhale, I lean forward and take him into my mouth, sucking gently as I begin to move up and down on his length.

The taste is foul... but I focus instead on the sensation of being in control for once. Of giving him what he wants. My tears continue to flow, trails of salty liquid tracing paths down my cheeks as I suck harder, trying to forget where I am and what I'm doing.

Please let this be enough... please let me keep this job.

I moan around his cock as he thrusts deeper into my mouth, the sensation making me lightheaded and dizzy with desire. I move faster, eager to please him and keep myself safe from the cold reality of rejection outside this office door. His hand tangles in my hair, pulling gently at the roots as he growls with pleasure; a strange mix of revulsion and arousal rises up within me like bile.

Please don't stop... please just let me keep doing this until I can get what I want too.

I force myself to answer, my mouth still full of him. "Mmm... it's not so bad." My voice sounds breathless and shaky even to my own ears, but I try to steady it with a quick swallow. "You taste... salty?" Please just let this be enough. Just keep cumming, and maybe I can get what I need too.

I bite my lip, trying to suppress the quiver in my voice as I answer. "Yes... it feels good... to be wanted like this." My heart is racing now, desperate to believe that there's more for me than just this empty existence of taking orders and getting used by strange men in power. But even as I say the words, I know they're a lie; there's no such thing as being "wanted" like this.

I continue sucking him off, willing myself to ignore the growing ache deep within me for something real, something true. Just please let me keep doing this until I get what I need...

My heart pounds in anticipation as he instructs me to bend over. I've done what he asked so far... maybe this is it. Maybe after this, he'll let me make real movies and forget all about today. Trembling fingers reach back to grip the edge of the desk, and with a shaky breath, I lower myself onto my hands. My ass is presented to him, aching for his touch. "Please," I whisper, my voice trembling. "Don't make me regret this."