Actually, receptionist...

Troy smiled at her eagerness, carefully molding his look to one of regret as he shook his head. "Actually, I was thinking receptionist." He pointed across a clean, but hardly posh waiting room to a vacant desk at the end.

Bria followed the path of his finger, staring with horror at the desk across the room. It wasn't that it was grubby or ugly, but it was a desk. A nine-to-five job, a menial service for minimum wage. In short, it wasn't glamorous.

Troy read her expression with a smirk that he was careful not to let her see.

"Me and Hank, my partner, work with celebrities. He does voice work for films, and I do photo spreads. Unfortunately our receptionist went on mat leave and we really need a replacement."

"Mat leave?" Bria asked numbly, thinking of yoga or pilates. She dazedly moved forward before he could respond. "So you want me to... answer phones?" she made it sound like he'd asked her to eat insects.

Laughing at her obvious **** Troy strode forward, placing his hand just above her taut buttocks as he propelled her towards the desk.

"It's not exactly glamorous, I know," he said, making her jerk a little in surprise that he'd voiced her thoughts. "But you might meet some important people. Agents come in with their talent, for example. And you'd pick up the lingo, meet some people already in the industry, and of course if there's one surefire way to find a beautiful person it's to look where the beautiful people go. And we get plenty of beauties..." he assured her.

Bria was guided around the desk, which might have been the best looking thing in the room. It was basically a glass table, the transparent curved top supported by two short cabinets that angled off to the sides, leaving the entire front exposed to whoever sat in the chairs that directly faced it.

"Try the chair, Troy urged, turning it toward her and turning her by her shoulders before easing her down like a puppet. "How does it feel?"

Bria blinked, seemingly surprised to be sitting. "It's... comfy," she said, which was true. It was also odd. The seat, while cushioned, was also shallow and the chairback had a sort of hump in it that was around mid-back. And then there was the backward tilt and the oddly placed rungs for her feet, which couldn't reach the ground.

Bria didn't know it, but the seat back made her breasts jut out, while the seat **** her to sit on the edge of it while the rungs made her legs spread open in the direction of the seats directly in front of her.

"Bria, take this job and I guarantee you'll get some action."

Bria thought about it, staring ahead at a room that might one day be full of models and actresses, their directors and agents standing beside them, all of them facing her while they waited.

"Will you take the job?" Troy asked.