Tara Is Told To Get Undressed

Tara felt a brief shot of adrenaline shoot through her. Tara then grinned from ear to ear.

"Please bear in mind," continued Johns, "that I'm not offering you a management contract...yet. I'm interested in you, but there are a number of hurdles to overcome."

"There are sponsors and judges that have to be entertained by your presence. I can provide you with the very best in training...of course that is if you are under contract to me. And, if you do absolutely everything I tell you to do, there is a good chance we can mould you into a champion. Now, Tara...do you understand this completely?"

Tara nodded mutely.

"And you are willing to do whatever I tell you to do?"

Again the girl nodded her head mutely.

"Remember, if you're not willing to do what I tell you to do without question, tell me now and you can walk out of this office none the worse for the wear. You can leave at any time, and there will be no hard feelings...but I caution you that if you leave you will not be invited back. There are literally thousands of potentially great skaters out there...and I've chosen you. Do you understand me clearly?"

Tara nodded again.

"O.K....Let's start. Tara, get undressed!"

Tara's eyes became as wide as saucers. "What?"

"I said get undressed."

"Wait a minute...wait a minute. Why do you want me to undress?"

"Miss. Wood...I cannot afford to have my orders questioned. Either do as I direct, or go home."

"But you're asking me to get undressed. What are you?" gasped Tara, "Some sort of pervert?"

Steve smiled. "I'm the worst kind of pervert. I teach young girls how to become international celebrities...how to achieve a level of celebrity that nine hundred ninety nine girls out of a thousand would sell their very souls for. Yes, there are times when I may act like a dirty old man...but there are millions of dirty old men out there. And very few can make the difference between you earning ten dollars an hour plus tips for the rest of your life and a million dollars for a single appearance. Of course, you know our track record. We have never taken on a skater who has done less than a silver medal in the nationals or earned less than a few million. So please make up your mind that you're going to do whatever I tell you to do without question and you'll have the opportunity for a life beyond your wildest dreams...or...go home...and I promise I will not hold anything against you." Steve stared directly at Tara.

Weakly imitating some actress she had seen in a movie, she slowly removed her blouse and let it drop to the floor. Then directly facing Steve, she slowly unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt letting it drop to the floor. She stepped out of it. She was now wearing only a cotton undershirt and a pair of white, floral print, knickers. As she glanced up into Steve's eyes, she could sense the lust burning there...and she became less certain of her own moves.

"Everything, Mr. Johns?"

"Everything, Tara. And please call me Steve."