Irina, the Russian model

"Lauren? Is that be you?" Lauren spun around. There stood, or rather towered Irina, the Russian model who'd moved in two months ago. Lauren had instantly resented the model, who was everything Lauren was not. She was tall, 5'8 with incredibly long legs she had no shame about showing off. She was fit, with a thin muscular body. She was tan where Lauren was pale and most noticeable of all, Irina's large breasts were totallly real (There was no way you could fake the cleavage she often showed!)

Lauren resented the model for stealing her 'hottest girl in the building' role. Lauren would roll her eyes as everyone fawned over this foreign debutante, laughing at her accent or broken English playfully. Recently Irina had gotten a billboard for a perfume company in town. Lauren, after a few drinks and gone and dumped a bucket of paint on the billboard. 'why would someone do such thing?' Lauren had heard Irina sob to a friend the next day. That had perked Lauren up at the time!

But now, Lauren stood before this tall model, wearing only a shirt, panties in hand!