Casting pt. 2

The room was suddenly silent, the weight of the woman's words hanging in the air like a thick fog. Larissa felt a surge of panic as she realized she was about to be recorded in nothing but a skimpy red thong.

Ms. Taylor leaned back in her chair, her expression unyielding. "Darling, we need to see you in your most natural state for this part of the interview. Just keep those gorgeous breasts covered with your hands and let the morning sun do the rest to let you shine in the best light possible."

Larissa felt a wave of despair wash over her. She glanced over her shoulder at the balcony doors, the morning sunlight streaming in, and realized what Ms. Taylor meant. She was to be recorded in this state of undress on their balcony, in full view of the world outside. Her flatmates had gathered closer, their eyes glued to the screen, their excitement palpable. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart.

"Okay," she said, her voice shaking. "I'll do it." She stood up and made a clumsy attempt to cover her chest with the laptop. It was a ridiculous sight, her breasts spilling over the edge of the screen as she stumbled towards the balcony doors. Her flatmates couldn't hide their snickers as she struggled to maintain her dignity.

With trembling hands, Larissa set the laptop on the small table outside, adjusting the angle so that it captured her from the neck down. The early morning sun kissed her bare skin, making it glow in a way that made her feel both **** and exposed. The chilly breeze made her nipples stand at attention, and she couldn't help but shiver slightly. She sat down on the armchair, the cold metal making her skin pucker.

Her flatmates had arranged themselves around the balcony's edge, their eyes glued to her every move. They held their phones in their hands, ready to capture every embarrassing moment. She knew they were taking in every inch of her body with their hungry gazes. Markus leaned against the railing, his arms folded over his chest, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. Lukas and David sat on the floor, their legs stretched out in front of them, blocking any escape into the flat.

Ms. Taylor's voice was gentle but firm. "Now, Larissa, I want you to look directly into the camera and introduce yourself. Tell us your name, your age, your hobbies, and where we can find you on social media."

Larissa took a deep breath, willing herself to appear calm and collected despite the fact that she was barely dressed in front of her flatmates. She leaned back in the chair, trying to ignore the way the cold metal made her skin contract and the way her breasts looked in her hands. "Hi, my name is Larissa Astor," she began, her voice shaky but steady. "I'm nineteen years old, and I'm currently living in Frankfurt, studying business. I love playing tennis, doing yoga, gymnastics and swimming."

Her eyes remained locked on the camera, avoiding the lecherous stares of Markus, David, and Lukas. She knew they were waiting for any sign of weakness, but she was determined not to give them the satisfaction. "You can find me on Instagram at @littlelarr," she said with a **** smile, her voice growing stronger.

Ms. Taylor leaned in closer to the screen, her eyes raking over Larissa's exposed body. "Wonderful, Larissa. Now, if you could tell us your measurements, darling."

Larissa's face flushed an even deeper shade of red, but she managed to keep her voice steady. "I'm one meter seventy tall. My bust is ninety centimeters, my waist fifty-eight, and my hips are ninety-four."

Ms. Taylor nodded, her gaze lingering on Larissa's chest. "And your skin, Larissa, it's flawless. Tell us about your skincare routine."

Larissa felt the heat of her flatmates' gazes on her, and she knew she had to keep going. She took a deep breath and began to describe her daily ritual, her voice growing stronger as she talked. "Well, I have a pretty simple routine. I use a gentle cleanser in the morning and evening to wash my face, followed by a toner and moisturizer. I exfoliate once a week and use a face mask when I have time. I'm really careful about the sun and always wear sunscreen, even when it's not super sunny."

Ms. Taylor nodded, looking pleased. "And what about your body hair, Larissa?" she asked, her tone a bit more probing. "Do you shave or wax?"

Larissa felt a cold knot form in her stomach. This was it, the most embarrassing question of all. She knew that models often had to maintain a certain standard of grooming, but she had never discussed it with anyone, not even her closest friends. She took a deep breath and **** herself to answer truthfully. "I wax," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ms. Taylor's eyes lit up with excitement. "Wonderful, darling. Could you show us your waxed armpits?"

Larissa's heart skipped a beat. She knew what this meant - she would have to lift her arms and expose her breasts to the camera. But she had come so far, and she couldn't let this be the thing that stopped her. She took a deep breath and slowly raised her arms, her eyes never leaving the camera lens. Her breasts jiggled slightly as she did so, the cool air of the balcony making her nipples stand at attention.

Her flatmates' eyes widened as her arms went up, and she could feel their gazes on her bare skin. She knew they were taking photos. But she had to push that aside and focus on the interview. She turned slightly, her breasts swaying as she presented her left armpit to the camera. It was smooth, hairless, and she felt a strange sense of pride despite the circumstances.

Ms. Taylor's expression was one of approval. "Marvelous, Larissa. Now, let's see those waxed legs of yours. Stand up and give us a nice twirl."

Larissa's face flushed an even deeper shade of crimson as she realized the implication of the request. She had to stand, which meant her body would be fully exposed to the camera and her flatmates. She took a moment to compose herself before slowly rising from the chair. The cool breeze whispered over her bare skin, sending a shiver down her spine. She **** herself to stand tall, her eyes still locked onto the camera.

"Thank you, Larissa," Ms. Taylor said warmly. "You've done splendidly. Now, I'd like you to wave goodbye to all the potential clients who will be watching this video. Give them a little tease, darling."

Larissa **** a smile and waved at the camera. She felt like a peep show performer, and the thought made her stomach turn.

"Congratulations, Larissa," Ms. Taylor purred. "The live recording has stopped, and I'm delighted to inform you that you've passed the casting process. You're officially a Dubai Models Inc. candidate."

Relief flooded Larissa's body, and she couldn't help but let out a sigh of happiness. She had done it. Despite the embarrassment, she had pushed through and landed the opportunity of a lifetime.

With a dramatic flourish, Ms. Taylor held up a card with a QR code printed on it. "Now, for the next step. We require all of our candidates to download our official Dubai Models app. Make sure you give it full access to your phone. Any warnings you get are just your phone being overprotective. Ignore them."

Larissa grabbed her phone and held it up to the screen. "Are you sure you want to download this app?" her phone warned her. "It requires access to your camera, microphone, location, photo library and all of your personal data." With a decisive tap, she ignored the warning and allowed the app to download.

The app's interface popped up, prompting her to input her name, address, and a plethora of personal details, including her body measurements. She typed in her social media handles, her heart racing as she gave them access to her entire digital presence. And then she saw it - a box for her passport number. This was getting serious.

"Now, before we proceed, we need you to read through your contract. It's all standard modeling stuff, but it's important you understand your commitment to us." A flurry of text appeared on the screen, detailing terms, conditions, and expectations. The words blurred together as Larissa skimmed over them. "Take your time, darling," Ms. Taylor urged. But Larissa's excitement was a wildfire, consuming any lingering doubt. Without hesitation, she found the "Accept" button at the bottom of the screen and clicked it. The app chimed in approval, and a notification popped up.

**Welcome to Dubai Models Inc. You're now a part of the team!**

The app notification jolted Larissa back to reality. She had done it. She was now officially a part of Dubai Models Inc., and her flatmates were watching her with a mix of amazement and lust. Ms. Taylor's voice grew more seductive as she spoke. "As part of our unique onboarding process, we've set up a special challenge for you, Larissa. We want you to invite your friends to join our website. The more followers you can bring, the better your chances of securing the best gigs and earning those all-important bonus points."

Larissa looked down at the app, her eyes scanning the instructions. It was all so overwhelming, but she was **** to prove herself. She turned to her flatmates, who were still ogling her barely covered body. "Guys," she began, her voice shaking slightly. "I need your help. The app says if you sign up using my link, you'll get free access to the site, and if you upload any photos or videos of me, you'll get bonuses too."

The three of them exchanged glances, their smirks growing wider. "Of course, Larissa," Markus said, his eyes never leaving her chest. "We'll do anything to support your new career."

Ms. Taylor's voice grew business-like. "Your flight to Dubai will be in three hours. You'll find your flight details in the app. Make sure you pack light; we'll provide everything you need once you arrive. And remember, Larissa, this is just the beginning of your journey with us. You're going to be a star."

Larissa's excitement was palpable, her heart racing as she began to ask what she should pack. She had never been on a modeling gig before, and she had no idea what to expect.

Ms. Taylor leaned back in her chair, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Darling, you don't need much. Just some spare underwear, something to keep you hydrated for the journey, and maybe one of your 'little friends' for those lonely nights," she suggested, her tone playfully conspiratorial. "And of course, your purse with all the essentials, your phone with its charger, and your passport. That's all you need for now."

Larissa nodded, her mind racing. She couldn't believe this was happening. In just a few hours, she'd be on a flight to Dubai, living a life she had only ever dreamed of. With trembling hands, she went inside, picked up her dress from the floor and stepped into it. The fabric was cool against her skin, a stark contrast to the heat of the embarrassment that still lingered from the interview. She quickly zipped it up and slid into her sandals, feeling the thong dig into her as she moved.

Her flatmates were still lounging around, their eyes glued to their phones. She knew they were uploading the pictures they'd taken, sharing her most intimate moments with the world. But she pushed that aside, focusing on the prize ahead. She had a job to do, and she was going to do it well.

Larissa hurried to her room, her heart racing with excitement and fear. She grabbed a small suitcase from her closet and tossed in the items Ms. Taylor had enumerated. Her flatmates' leering gazes followed her every move as she dashed around her room and found her favorite vibrator, a small token of comfort for those "lonely nights". She avoided their eyes, focusing instead on the task at hand.

With a deep breath, she zipped her bag shut and turned to face them. "Okay, guys," she said, trying to sound more confident than she felt. "I guess this is it." The three of them looked at her, their expressions a mix of excitement and hunger. "We're gonna miss you, Larissa," David said with a smirk. "But don't worry, we'll keep your spot in the flat warm for when you come back."

Her cheeks burned as she **** a smile. "Thank you," she murmured, avoiding their gazes as she picked up her suitcase. "I'll see you all soon." With that, she walked out of the flat, her heart racing as she descended the stairs.