Sasha was the first to come back from the bathroom. She looked like someone who was ready to go on a sex night.

She was wearing a slip dress made of deep crimson satin. The fabric was thin, shimmering subtly in the studio lights I had just set up, and it clung to every curve of her body. The delicate spaghetti straps framed her shoulders, and the dress had a low, plunging cowl neckline.

Beneath the light, unforgiving satin, her nipples were visibly pert and pressing against the fabric, announcing themselves with undeniable visibility. The dress hugged her hips and thighs tightly before stopping mid-thigh, showcasing the long, smooth lines of her legs.

Her skin looked incredibly soft and flawless, like cream, highlighted by the careful lighting. She looked both highly vulnerable and explosively sexual.

"How's this for a mood?" she purred, doing a slow turn.

"Perfect," I breathed, trying to re-center my focus on the camera. "I have never seen you looking this gorgeous before."

"Well thank you, Druski. Isn't Jess here yet?" she said, walking towards the sofa. She passed by, and I watched her ass shake beneath the tight, reflective satin, perfectly outlined by the dress.

"No, she should be done any second now," I said. "Damn, I wish I was joining you."

She smiled. "Don't be stupid. You are not yet ready for a threesome yet. You were a virgin a few weeks ago, remember...."

"You will be surprised just how my game has improved in the last few days," I said, a dry retort.

"No need to rush, there's still time to see how you perform," she said.

Just then, Jess entered the room. She was dressed like a high-powered

businesswoman, but definitely sexy. She wore a rich brown, short, tight pencil skirt that emphasized the power in her hips, with matching stockings and red-bottomed heels. She wore a silky white blouse that was slightly unbuttoned, showing a brown lace bra and a very inviting, generous cleavage. She looked commanding and alluring.

"Wow, Sasha, you are looking amazing," Jess said, clearly enjoying the sight of the crimson satin.

"How do I look?" She said, making a 360, her hips moving hypnotizingly. The way the leather of her skirt contrasted with the sheer stockings was electric.

"You've never looked any better than you are right now," I said.

"Well, thank you," she said with a warm smile. "Sasha, have you read the script?"

"Yes," Sasha said. "Do we need to do rehearsals?"

"Ugh," Jess rolled her eyes. "No... not at all. I believe in your acting skills. Druski, are you ready to record?"

"All good. Just give the command, ma'am, and we start shooting," I said, my finger hovering over the record button.

​"Let's begin," Jess said, sitting beside Sasha on the couch.

​"And action," I said, starting rolling.

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​"You're the twenty-seventh person I have interviewed today for the post," Jess said, following her script, her tone cool and professional, but her eyes already hinting at heat. "So, you see, the competition is stiff. What's your name again?"

​"I'm Sasha," Sasha replied, perfectly playing the nervous applicant.

​"Well, that's a very nice name for a beautiful girl like you. I once knew a girl by that name, too. She was very gorgeous, like you. So, when did you decide that you wanted to become a model?" Jess asked, leaning in slightly.

​I focused the camera on Sasha, zooming in on her expressive face.

​"It's always been my dream, really, but I got stuck on a nine-to-five job and missed every opportunity I got. When I saw your advert, I said, 'Hell, why not give it a shot and risk it all!'" Sasha said, then giggled, conveying a desperate optimism.

​"That's a brave decision you took. But as I have already said, there's a lot of competition. The other ladies I have interviewed are almost equally stunning as you are. And we only have a slot for one model..." Jess said, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper.

​"I understand, but I'm kind of desperate right now, I really need this job," Sasha said, her voice begging, her eyes wide.

​I made sure that I captured the emotion on her face, focusing tightly on her slightly trembling lips.

​"We can certainly work something out, you know," Jess said, moving closer to Sasha. She ran her fingers slowly up Sasha's arm to her shoulder, a deliberate, sensual touch. "We can both help each other out."

​"You want me to have sex with you?" Sasha said, her expression shifting from desperate hope to a stunned, slightly horrified realization, fellowship but beneath the shock, a flicker of intrigued possibility.

​"I want you to help me, and of course, I will return the favor by giving you the job... it's a win-win for everybody," Jess said, caressing Sasha's shoulder and letting her fingers trail down toward the delicate satin covering her breast.

"I don't know what to say, I have never done this before," Sasha said, nailing nervousness in her tone. Her expression was a perfect mix of fear and curiosity—she was good at acting.

​"I will make that simple for you. Say yes..." Jess said, beginning to kiss her shoulder, her lips lingering on the delicate satin strap.

​"Have you ever been with girls before?" She said, whispering into Sasha's ear, her breath warm.

​Sasha shook her head, her eyes locked on Jess's.

​"Have you ever kissed a girl before?" Jess asked again in her most seductive voice, trailing her finger down the front of Sasha's cowl neck dress.

​Sasha shook her head again, mesmerized.

​"Would you like to give it a try?" Jess said, not waiting for her to reply, she pulled Sasha closer and captured her mouth in a deep, demanding kiss. It was a total takeover, not tentative, but immediate and consuming.

Sasha's initial resistance melted into acceptance as the kiss grew frantic. Jess's hand slid under Sasha's dress, the satin riding up, and the professional interview quickly dissolved into a passionate, unscripted exploration.

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