Sexy teen blonde gives a tease
Mia sashayed into the audition room, her golden locks cascading down her back like a waterfall of sunshine. She was the epitome of youthful innocence, but there was a glimmer in her baby blues that hinted at something more – a hint of naughtiness lurking beneath the surface.
The director leaned back in his chair, his eyes roaming appreciatively over the petite figure before him. Mia was clad in a tight, white tank top that left little to the imagination, the globes of her small, pert breasts straining against the flimsy material. Her denim cut-off shorts hugged the curves of her ass, showcasing her long, slender legs that seemed to go on for miles. Even the simple white sneakers she wore couldn’t detract from the overall effect, which was one of pure, unadulterated sex appeal.
“Well, hello there,” the director drawled, hardly bothering to hide the fact that he was eating the vision of loveliness before him up with his eyes. “I’m David, and this is your audition. Why don’t you go ahead and do your thing for me?”
Mia smiled, a coy, playful smile that turned David’s insides to jelly. “Oh, I’ll do my thing, alright,” she purred, sauntering further into the room. She moved with the grace of a dancer, every step calculated to drive a man wild with desire.
She faced the large mirror that took up one wall of the room, pretending to admire her reflection. In reality, she had positioned herself so that David had a perfect view of her tight little ass as she bent at the waist, “adjusting” her sneakers. The movement caused her shorts to ride up, exposing even more of her creamy skin.
Turning back to David, Mia began to gyrate her hips in a sensual rhythm. Her hands crept up her sides, brushing over her small breasts before lacing behind her head. She rolled her shoulders, arching her back and thrusting out her chest as she rolled her hips in figure eights. She looked like a cat in heat, all sensual grace and blatant sexual promise.
As she danced, the hem of her tank top began to ride up, inch by slow inch, exposing her tight stomach and the cute little belly button piercing she wore. David watched, transfixed, as more and more of her taut skin was revealed. Mia was a master at seductive movements, grinding and undulating to a silent beat.
Soon, she had worked the top up over her breasts, exposing the lacy white bra she wore beneath. The bra seemed far too mature for the innocent face and girlish figure, but then again, so did her teasing performance. Mia made no move to remove her shirt, merely teasing David with glimpses of the treasure above.
Her shorts followed the same pattern, slipping lower and lower until the tempting swell of her ass cheeks were put on display. The denim clung to her there, outlining every curve and dimple, and David found himself wondering just what color panties the little minx had chosen. White, to match her bra? Or would there be a pretty pink, or maybe a daring black to set off the creamy expanse of her bare legs?
He didn’t have to wonder for long. With a quick shimmy and wriggle, Mia worked the shorts down to mid-thigh, making goosebumps break out on her skin. She wasn’t wearing any panties at all.
“That’s enough,” David said roughly, his voice thick with want. “You’ve just landed the part.”
Mia gave him a triumphant smile, triumph shining in her eyes as she let the shorts drop to the floor. She deftly stepped out of them, wearing nothing now but the tank top hiked up over her tits, the lacy bra, and her sneakers.
“Smile for the camera,” she said, moving to stand in front of him. Her hands clasped his shoulders, keeping him locked in place as she straddled his lap. She was so light, so tiny, yet so powerful as she worked over him. David inhaled sharply, his hands coming up to grip the plush curves of her rear and pull her closer.
The camera rolled, capturing Mia’s saucy smile and the hunger in David’s eyes. She gave a sly wink of the eye, only meant for him, before leaning down to run her tongue along the shell of David’s ear. Her lips were soft, her breath warm on his skin. “If you think this was good,” she whispered, “just wait until we get to the really dirty stuff. I’m not called the pole-dancing prodigy for nothing.”
And with that, the screen faded to black. David was already imagining the sequel.
