A blowjob from a supermodel.

Maisie heard a sound that she dreaded: the quiet *zip* of Dennis Bon opening his fly. Well, there went the last of her doubts as to what kind of guy this director was. A little part of Maisie had known that something like this might happen.

“C’mon over to my side of the desk, Maisie,” Dennis said, waving her over. “And why don’t you get on your knees?”

This was the moment. Maisie could make her choice here and now. Do what Dennis said and get this part, give a big boost to her career, or stay just another airheaded model forever. She could still walk away from this.

Maisie stood up from her chair. The heavy *clack* of her heels on the fooor rang in her ears as she walked around to Dennis’ side of the desk, where he had turned his chair to face her. The button and the fly had been undone, and his half-chub dick was hanging out of his boxers, all veiny and... expectant.

Maisie Williams got on her knees in front of Dennis Bon and his shamelessly-displayed cock. It was a little lower than eye level, and she could see it hardening before her very eyes.

“Smart girl,” Dennis said. “Take off your top, I want to blow my load on that excellent rack of yours.”

Maisie knew how to get naked in a hurry. In one motion, her blouse and her bra were off, and she pushed them off to the side. She put her hands in her lap, pushing her chest out at him the way she knew guys like him loved. They were just starved for attention, in the end. She didn’t have the biggest boobs out there, but they were perky, and her nipples were a wonderful shade of pink. “Yes, Mr. Bon,” Maisie said.