Professional visit

Dalila stepped inside the cabin. From the threshold she was struck by the strong scent of male perfumes.

A hunky man was sitting at a small desk. At the sight of the visitor, he looked up from hundreds of his own photos and smiled frisky.

The girl's heart trembled. She hadn't expected such a sight. He seemed perfect, like a idol or mythical hero that couldn't exist. A gorgeous, well-defined jaw and a sheer, nonchalant stubble. Blue eyes, taken out straight from models catalog and dark hair, neatly arranged, despite the humid Egyptian climate.

"How can I help you?", Samson asked, thinking Dalila was one of the ship's crewmates. His mistake was due to a false presumption based on her light brown skin and strong eyeliner, typical for local women.

"Hi, my names is Dalila Dereli... I'm your... new partner... for the movie", the girl felt more and more intimidated by his presence, even though she did not mind undressing in front of the cameras. It was a uncanny feeling to her, "I wanted to get to know you a bit better before we go straight to the business."

"Fascinating... I think you are the first person I have worked with to offer this to me", Samson put his pen down next to one of the photos without completing the autograph. His face showed genuine surprise, "Most of the ladies want to see the size of my tarse first, and mostly nothing else."

"I'm not like this", Dereli sat down at the surface of desk and leaned against his arm. She surreptitiously glanced at the undressed photos of the man, wanting to see the truth for herself without letting him notice her curiosity, "Sometimes I just want to, you know... talk about something less prosaic."

"Really?", Samson heeded her vague gaze and purposefully hid his treasure by sitting closer to the table, "You know what? I would be honored if you would come for a drink with me. I think it's a great idea to get to know each other better... Besides, this stuffy room is already killing me, ugh."

"Sure... Stuffy", the charmed Dalila said as the man stood up. The shape imprinted in his pants was mesmerizing to her. She had never seen anyone who could fit the entire Leaning Tower of Pisa in its kecks.