They called her ´Extra-Girl´. She was one of the dancers, on the television special. Ian flashed back to the rehearsal hall earlier that day, and he recalled quite vividly, seeing her in the chorus line, bouncing her assets. The men on the crew were ogling and drooling over her, and so were the women.
She smiled at him seductively. Ian started getting an erection. He flopped down on the couch, clumsily, landing in an awkward position.
He pointed at the clock on the wall and said, "I´m sorry. I can´t do this. Really, I don´t have time. Thanks for the gift basket. You shouldn´t have."
"Listen," she said, ignoring his apologies. "I realize how busy you are, so I´ll get right to the point. I want the role of Celina in the next mini-series."
She walked toward Ian sexily, making sure he got the full effect of her bubbly bouncing breasts and seductively swaying hips.
Ian couldn´t help but admire her amazing, well proportioned, package.
She wore a fragrance that left a hypnotic smell, lingering throughout the room, and Ian became more aroused.
´Extra-Girl´ stared directly into his eyes and said, "That part is perfect for me. Nobody will do it better." With that, she turned, strolled over to the chair across from him and sat down.
She slowly parted her bare thighs, exposing her lacy, black underwear. He wasn´t peeping. She was flashing.
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