Lacy is told to strip Nancy.

Lacy was entranced. It was like her own personal porno was playing out in front of her. Except it was more than that, because an incredibly sexy woman was hanging off of her very own body and kissing her over and over again. She couldn't think straight. Words failed her.

They didn't fail Nate, though. He still had that smug smile. "Why don’t you get Nancy naked for me, babe?" he suggested.

Lacy's mouth hung open. Wasn’t this meeting supposed to be about her, about seeing if she had what it took to be a model? The discrepancy shook her out of the moment for a second. What was she doing, making out with another woman she'd never said more than two words to? Nancy broke away from her and threw back her head, breathing hard and running her hands down her own body. She was so beautiful. *This was a model,* said the body shame gremlin that lived in Lacy's head. That's what they had brought her here to see: someone who could really walk the walk.

She was ashamed that she had ever thought she could compete with someone as stunning as Nancy. But Nancy clearly wanted to show off as she struggled with her top, and so Lacy helped her. First off came the blouse, and then down went the slacks. The woman’s body had the most incredible curves Lacy had ever seen. Full, perky tits, and totally natural. Hips that made her want to reach out and grab them. Then, slowly, Lacy reached behind Nancy and freed her from her bra. Out came a pair that defied all words.

Lacy swallowed her own spit.