Don't let her call the shots

“This isn’t a gigolo service,” you say sharply. “You and I both know you need a good part to remind people that you’re an actress and not just a publicity whore.”

“I didn’t come here to be insulted,” she says.

“Look, I know you have talent. You can do this part. But you’re not the only one who can, and if you want you’re gonna have to learn to take direction.”

“You want me to do what I’m told?” She raises her eyebrow and smiles sexily.

“If you want the part. We won’t **** you to have sex, but you have to drop the size queen nonsense and take this job seriously.”

“I’ll be a good girl. I can be really nice if you want me to be.”

She stands up, walks over to you and sits you down, her hands brushing your thighs. She leans over, showing off a healthy amount of cleavage.

“Wanna do a body check?” she purrs.

You’ve already been professional enough, you decide, and say “go ahead.”

Lindsay’s wearing a tight black shirt tied in a knot between her breasts, and with a giggle she starts to undo it. Slowly she peels it open- you knew she wasn’t wearing a bra, and her pendulous mounds jiggle a bit as she frees them. She takes your right hand and places it on her chest, and you take her cue by squeezing her boobs together.

“I’m all natural, as you can see,” she says. “My nipples get hard really easy too. They’re very sensitive.”

She leans in even further so that the hard pink tips brush against your face. You take one breast in your mouth and begin to suck, causing her to gasp suddenly. She pushes your head back a little and steps away.

“Now, you’ve got to see the rest first.” She bends over to take off her shoes, letting her tits bounce around freely. Hiking up her tiny miniskirt and bending over, she peels away a pair of already microscopic pink panties. Her freckled buttocks are full and round, and she quickly turns around to let you admire her pussy, gently covered by a few wisps of red hair.

“I can shave it totally if you want,” she says, pulling down her skirt to stand totally nude in front of you. “Or grow it out. EIther way.”

“That’s not really my decision,” you say.

She walks back up to you and sits on your lap, smiling as she feels your erection. “You know, when you started being stern with me, it really turned me on. It reminded me of that scene in the script, where the girl just lets her boyfriend start ordering her around, doing anything he wants in bed, even-” she strikes a very coy “confused” pose. “What does she let him do to her, again?”