Bria tries to get an advance on her salary to pay her rent

Several weeks went by with Bria playing the dull role of receptionist to Troy and Hank's small studio. Day after day she eagerly waited for someone she recognized to pop through the door, but day-after-day she saw no faces that she recognized.

Aside from the disappointment of seeing her dream no closer to achievement than it had been Bria also had the worry about her rent. Troy had explained that as a new employee she wouldn't be paid until the second pay period. Since they paid every two weeks that meant it would be a full month until she was paid, and a full month would end two days after her rent was due.

Bria wasn't a fool, she watched tv, she knew how these things worked. If she didn't pay her landlord Raoul he'd evict her and she'd be homeless. Bria, Miss Minnesota, could not be homeless. It was too far beneath her and the celebrity status she was meant to have.

Two days before this travesty could occur she realized she needed to get an advance on her salary, to convince Troy and Hank to pay her early. Naturally she knew of just one way to do it; a way that couldn't possibly fail.

With her hair as blonde and wavy and angelic as it had ever been and her make-up applied perfectly, Bria donned a tiny white dress that she'd only worn on special occasions, and nestled her breasts in an uncomfortable bra which had the sole-purpose of offering up her heavenly globes in a way that invited hands to reach out and mouths to drool.

"Hello boys," she drawled, posing in the doorway of the agency. Troy and Hank had just arrived, as planned, and were standing by her desk talking. At the sound of her voice they turned, and stared. Just as expected, she thought smugly, failing to realize that part of why they were staring was that the bright morning sun shone through her tiny white dress, creating a perfect silhouette that showed them quite clearly that her hem stopped dead even with her uncovered, dangling labia.

"Uh," Hank managed, while Troy was able to add a second syllable in the form of "Oh, ah..."

"I'm sorry, am I late?" she asked, squishing her palm against one barely restrained breast, nearly popping the delightful orb out of its barely containing nest.

"N-no..." Hank said an actual word this time, while Troy managed two, "No, no..."

"Oh wonderful! I took a bit of extra time dressing today and I wasn't sure if I was running late. What do you think? Does this look okay? It's not inappropriate is it? I'd hate to be naughty," she pouted, then twirled around to show them wriggling buttocks. "You'd have to send me home. Or punish me," she winked, placing a hand on her firm ass-cheek.

Hank stammered, "It's...." while Troy managed "Great! You look great!"

"Not too short?" Bria asked, lifting the hem, but turning sideway, eliciting a groan from them as the promised view of her lower ass and meaty lips was denied them by the turn. The corner of Bria's lip turned up and she licked her lips, deciding to attack their libido some more.

Strutting forward Bria's hips moved with the promise of sex, making their eyes bug out and their tongues seem to swell in their mouths like their dicks were already doing in their pants.

"Oh boys, I have such an embarrassing confession to make," she cooed, a hand on each shoulder to draw them closer while she leaned a breast into each of their arms. As if on auto-pilot each one put a hand on her side, nearly touching her breasts.

"You see, I need to ask a bit of a favor...." she paused, losing confidence as she approached the crux of her problem. "My rent is due in two days, but I don't get paid until two days after. You see my problem? I need to get paid before I get evicted."

Perhaps because of her final approach the men's brains seemed to re-engage, their fingers tighten on her side, and their eyes light up.

"Well," Troy drawled to Hank, "What do you think Hank? Can we indulge the sweet thing?"