Listen miss it isn't my fault if you didn't read the entire job description you signed up today is the day and I dont have time to get anouther model" my voice is calm reasonable but with just a hint of an edge that tells you I'm annoyed. My hands however are uncompromisingly demanding yanking and pulling at your cloths until you are standing stripped bare in my office.

"For gods sake girl stop covering up you think they are going to sketch your gangly arms? This is erotic art not embarrassment art and you are embarrassing me." My hands pry your arms and legs out and hold them there hard until you stop fighting me and I can prove my eyes all over your body.

"Stay...put" I growl almost menacingly at your blushing shaking body not even bothering to look up from my inspection to your face. "No no no this is awful, terrible. This isn't what the clients want. What is the matter with you girl? This series is self pleasure. Self pleasure! Not self conscious. I'm not going to loose a fortune on you so you better start getting used to the idea fast."

Paceing a moment back and forth between you and the desk I sigh heavily. "Maybe I have something that can help." Returning to my desk to rummage a moment I pull out a small object and with two quick strides come back beside you and nearly throw your smaller body down on my office couch forcing you to bend over and kicking your legs open.

It is hard to resist my six foot six body and everything happens so swiftly you hardly have time to make a startled yelp before you feel my fingers wet with saliva rubbing at the entrance of your sex wetting you and forcing my way inside suddenly opening you up. My thick fingers wiggle inside you a moment then pull back out quickly replaced by a small bullet vibe.

I release you stepping back and instantly turn on the toy watching as your hand instinctively moves to your pussy lips. "Hold it right there" my voice crack out like a lashing whip freezing you in your tracks. Bent over my couch reaching back to touch yourself you pant quietly terror and desire at war in your brain. "Now that is a portrait. Perfect. Come on." And before you can protest or even decide if you want to I am dragging you out of the office and toward a large brightly lit room where many voices are coming from.