Lacy gets the job.

"Nancy, that's enough. Let her sit down."

Just like that, it was like the spell was broken. Nancy pulled her face away from Lacy's pussy and stepped away. Only the aftershocks of what she had done and a faint tap on the bum proved she had been there at all a second later. She stood across the room adjusting her clothes and making herself look presentable again.

It took Lacy more than a second to calm down and to stand up straight again. Her legs were still wobbly. She remembered that Jack had told her to sit down, and now that sounded helpful. It wasn't a graceful moment. She landed on the couch with a gust of wind. That, and the unmistakeable sound of wet pussy slapping against leather. Lacy blushed, but it probably blended entirely with the red blotches from exertion that had sprouted up all over her body.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"Sorry for what?"

Lacy looked down at herself. She had ended up naked on a leather couch within about a half hour of meeting this man. That was what she was most sorry for. She had never liked her mother's slut-shaming, but maybe she was right on the money with this one.

Jack laughed. "Honey, you got nothing to be sorry for. You did great. Took instructions well, showed you're fun as fuck. That's all anyone could ask for from a model. You have my recommendation, and trust me, that's all you need in this industry."

Lacy perked up. His compliments made her completely forget how naked she was. "Wait, you mean it?" she said.

"Oh yeah. I'm going to make you a star..."