The screen turns from it's matte black to a wide array of colours as not the entire image manages to make its way over to your computer. Once the image settles you see a long legged girl, sporting denim daisy dukes and a white frilly shirt. Underneath you can spot a dark bra that you guess is padded but would still amount to an impressive full C-cup. You keep your composure and smile at the girl, calling herself Sarah in her profile. "Good evening, Sarah. How are you doing?"
The girl named Sarah brushes the dirt blonde hair out of her face and smiles back at you, "I'm doing great." you can hear by her accent that she's from the more rural, northern, parts of England. She's seated in her desk chair in a predominantly white bedroom with purple accents.
You start your recording software to capture every magic moment of this particular 'casting'. "So tell me, Sarah, why do you want to become a model?"
Sarah shrugs slightly and then smiles, "I look gorgeous and am trying to pay my way through college without having to show my tits to anyone."
That was a minor setback, but nothing you hoped you couldn't handle. "Do you have any experience modelling?" You ask.
Another shrug come from the skinny shoulders of this blonde. "I've had three shoots when I was younger. One for a local teen magazine, two for a postal order brochure." her smile was quite radiant and you could understand why people would want her to model.
"Alright, the reason why I'm doing this interview by camera is because I have clients all around the world, so I need models all around the world." You lean in a bit, turning more serious in the interview, hoping your inexperience doesn't shine through. "That means I have to make sure you're good quality." You lean back again in your chair and smile warmly at her. "Can you show me some poses?" |