"So you're eightteen, correct?" You read her profile on your make shift modelling site and are just trying to get her in an affiramative mind set. You learned this trick in your psych class where you just have the person say yes a couple of times and they are more likely to say yes to other things as well.
Brandi nods, "Yes, I am."
"And you want to be a model, right?" You continue with your obvious questions.
She nods again, "Yes, I do."
You read her profile and start to zoom in on the details theirein. "Your mother was a model too?"
Brandi smiles brightly, "Yes, she was. She's very pretty. Still does some shoots every now and again."
"You must have your mother's looks then." You compliment her looks. "Would you model swimsuits?"
Nodding a bit more seriously now Brandi responds positively, "Yes I would."
"And how about lingerie?"
"Yes, lingerie too. I guess." Brandi seems really eager to answer all your questions correctly.
"Could you show me a few poses, Brandi? Show me what I can expect from you on a set." You ask her trying to get a better look at her body and get her off the chair into a more active pose.
"Sure, yes." Brandi gets up and pulls her dark hair back, revealing her cleavage for you. She strikes a few poses to show off her curves that fight against the tight fabric of her jeans and black shirt. She turns around and looks over her shoulder seductively. The turns back around and leans over, showing her breasts being contained by a black lace bra that's infused with some hot pink details. She stands back up and clasps her hands in front of her, not sure what to do next.
You smile at her through the camera, feeling your dick getting hard in your loose fitting slack pants. "That looks great, I can see your mother has taught you a thing or two." You lean back a bit, allowing your cock some less restraint but keeping it out of sight of the camera. "Now..."
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