Read Online Sluts @ Work (Juicier Erotica) by G.C. Grand - Free Book Online

is my big chance!”
    Wendell laughed.  “YES!  This is your big chance, so don’t screw it up!  They’re gonna get you to do some crazy shit, because anything goes for this catalog, remember that!  Another piece of advice - do whatever they ask!”
    David, the L.A. fashion photographer, made Anna dress in the skimpiest bikini she had ever worn in her life for the very first shoot. It was an extremely red top that showed a lot of cleavage, with an incredibly tiny G-string bottom.  It was pretty much a few pieces of string connected to a sliver of material which barely covered her pussy lips.  Anyone looking at her could tell she had a shaved snatch, not just from the size of the bikini, but from the sheer thinness of the material.  The hot blonde tried to exude an attitude of sexiness and professionalism even though inside she was cringing in embarrassment as the camera snapped away, David shouting words of encouragement to her. 
    Anna blushed prettily as she posed on her knees in front of David, her legs spread wide to expose a very pronounced camel-toe.  Then came the obligatory poses with her on her hands and knees, ass stick out and back arched, looking into the camera with lust in her eyes.  After an hour, she started to think it wasn’t really that bad at all.
    However, she nearly lost it when she found out that she had to change clothes out in the open.  She wondered how they could expect her to do something so humiliating!   Then she thought about what Wendell had said, bit back her complaints, and slipped off her swimwear.  To top it all off, Anna had to wait out in the open, completely naked and showing off her Brazilian wax job (that David made her get before flying to Mexico), while waiting for the photographer to rummage through his bag for the right swimsuit.
    With one hand covering her bare pussy and the other over her large breasts, she tried to ignore the stares and whistles coming from the crowd of onlookers that had gathered around the photo-shoot.
    “Ignore them, honey!”  David said to her, grinning as he gave Anna a tiny string bikini.  “It comes with the territory!”
    Bristling with anger, she quickly pulled on the bottom as quickly as she could, her luscious tits jiggling deliciously out in the open.  “We should at least get some kind of cover for me to change!” she replied sharply, putting on her top.
    “Relax!  By the time we’re finished, being naked will be the least of your worries!”
    Although she didn’t like David’s last remark, Anna couldn’t dwell on it as she went back into model-mode, posing as sexily as she could for the camera.  Which in this case was very sexy indeed, as David found out; Anna was a natural at modeling, and was incredibly photogenic.  The way she sultrily posed - combined with her heavenly body - made it nearly impossible for the photographer to capture her in a bad photo. 
    Vincent – the make-up artist who doubled as David’s assistant - worked on her hair and makeup earlier in the day, but was there constantly to touch up her face and body when needed.  They had also hired a local workman named Carlos to handle the lighting equipment who creeped Anna out, because of the salacious way he kept staring at her.
    The last outfit for the beach shoot was a colorfully tight top and a white, flimsy, nearly see-through piece of fabric that the young model was trying to adjust around her slim waist.  “Where’s the bottom?” the girl asked, finally tying it together with the provided string, noticing how wide the slit of the skirt was and how much skin was being shown.
    “That’s it, darling - just the skirt!” David replied.
    Anna cried in dismay, “That’s not a skirt!  You’ve got to be kidding me!”  Indeed, the white skirt was very short and very revealing - as Vincent re-adjusted it by loosening it up around her hips and moving the skirt slit to the front and then slightly to the left of her vagina,