Yes, he takes you to his office

You stand up and shake his hand. He leads you through the office area, then down a hallway, past a few doors, and into a room that looks like a CEO's office.

You follow him into the room, and he closes the door behind you. He walks over to the desk, which is covered with papers. "Please, have a seat," he says, pointing to the black leather couch opposite. He takes a seat himself, leaning back in the chair.

You sit down, crossing your legs again, and notice how your skirt rides up your thighs.

"So, tell me about yourself?"

"I'm a model," you say, "I've done some work in fashion and glamour." You glance at your legs, and you see his eyes move down to them. You feel your cheeks burning slightly as you look away.

"And how old are you, Erica?"

"I'm twenty-one," you reply.

"Good age, good height, great legs... And what experience do you have? I don't think you've done much acting, correct?"

You look down at your hands, trying to hide your embarrasment. "Well, I have done a couple of photoshoots for magazines, but I've never really been in anything serious."

He stands up, walking around the desk towards you. "That's okay, we can train you on the set," he says, taking a seat next to you on the couch. He reaches out, touching your thigh, sending shivers down your spine. "I need to know that you're willing to do whatever it takes to succeed. If you're willing to put in the time and effort, I will do my best to make sure you get the job."

You swallow, nodding. You can't believe that this is happening.

He leans closer to you, his eyes staring into yours, as if looking into your soul. "So, how about a little audition?" he asks, sliding his hand up your thigh.