Dubai Models Inc.

The morning sun peeked through the blinds, casting strips of light across Larissa's face. She rolled over in her bed, her blonde hair a tangled mess from the night's tossing and turning. The digital clock read 8:00 AM, and she knew she had to wake up. The day was already warming up outside their small, cramped student apartment in the bustling heart of Frankfurt. The usual sounds of the city filled the room.

Her phone buzzed on the nightstand, pulling her from the cocoon of her thoughts. Blinking sleep away, she reached for it. An email from "Dubai Models Inc." filled the screen. Her heart skipped a beat as she read the message. She'd applied for the modeling job on a whim, not expecting a response, especially one that required a video interview. But here it was, a golden opportunity staring her in the face.

The email instructed her to prepare for the call in the most "natural" state possible. Larissa felt a knot form in her stomach as she glanced at the clock again. She had just enough time to shower and throw on something decent before the scheduled interview at 9 AM. She hurried to the bathroom, her mind racing. Her flatmates, Markus, David and Lukas, were still asleep, their snores echoing through the hallway. She hoped they'd stay that way. The thought of them watching her interview was mortifying.

The water was hot and invigorating, washing away the last traces of sleep. She stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around herself, and padded back to her room. She didn't want to take any chances, so she applied a light moisturizer and a dash of lip balm, letting her natural beauty shine through. As she scanned her wardrobe for something suitable, her phone buzzed again. It was 8:45 AM. The video interview was in fifteen minutes.

Her heart hammered in her chest as she realized she'd have to set up in the living room - the only space with decent lighting in their small apartment. She quickly donned a pair of black lace panties and a short black dress, hoping her outfit was suitable. The apartment was eerily silent, save for the occasional snore from her flatmates' rooms. She set up her laptop on the coffee table and took a deep breath, clicking the link provided in the email. The screen flickered to life, and a stern-looking woman with an impeccable British accent appeared.

"Larissa, are you ready for your interview?" the woman asked, her eyes scrutinizing Larissa's attire. Larissa nodded, her voice shaking slightly. "Y-yes, I'm ready."

The woman on the screen introduced herself as Jennifer Taylor. She explained that Dubai Models Inc. was a renowned agency that offered a wide range of opportunities for young models like Larissa. They were looking for someone with a fresh, youthful look to represent their latest campaign, and they were particularly interested in her unique European flair.

"Please, Larissa, tell us a bit about yourself and what you believe you could bring to Dubai Models Inc.," Ms. Taylor prompted.

Larissa took a deep breath and began, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Well, I'm Larissa Astor, 19 years old, and I'm a student of business at the university here in Frankfurt. In my free time, I enjoy playing tennis and doing yoga and gymnastics, which I think helps me maintain my physique." She paused, trying to ignore the sly glances her flatmates were giving her from the doorways.

"I also love swimming," she continued, her voice gaining a bit of confidence. "It's my way of relaxing and staying fit. And of course, I'm quite active on social media platforms like Instagram and TikTok. I enjoy sharing my daily life and connecting with others who have similar interests."

Ms. Taylor nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Wonderful, Larissa. Now, we'd like to get a better sense of your look. Could you stand up and give us a little twirl in your dress?"

Larissa felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her as she stood in front of her flatmates. She slowly twirled, the short dress flaring out to reveal her toned legs. Her cheeks burned as she felt their gazes roaming over her body, but she **** a smile for the camera, hoping she looked confident.

"Perfect," Ms. Taylor said, her gaze unwavering. "Now, if you wouldn't mind, could you raise your dress to show me your posterior?"

Larissa's hands trembled as she obeyed, inching the fabric up to expose her panty-clad butt. The cool air of the apartment kissed her skin, making her shiver slightly. Her flatmates leaned in closer, their expressions a mix of amazement and desire. She felt a rush of heat to her cheeks and hoped it wasn't too obvious.

Ms. Taylor's s smile widened. "Beautiful, absolutely gorgeous and nice panties, Larissa. Now we need to see how comfortable you are with your own body. Can you remove your dress for us, please?"

Larissa felt her heart plummet. She was aware that the living room was open to the balcony, the glass door revealing the bustling street of Frankfurt and the potential for any neighbor to peek in at this moment. On the other side of the room, Markus, David, and Lukas were anything but subtle in their anticipation, their eyes glued to the screen and Larissa. She knew that saying no was not an option if she wanted to land this job.

"I'm actually not wearing a bra," Larissa confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "Could I just go to my room and grab one?"

Ms. Taylor's smile remained, but it took on a knowing edge. "Larissa, my dear, we do appreciate your modesty, but this is a modeling interview. We need to see what we're working with. However, I understand your discomfort. How about this - put on the skimpiest set of underwear you have. We'd like to see your full body, and we want to see how seductive you can be."

With a deep breath, Larissa nodded, her legs feeling like jelly as she walked back to her room. She reached into her wardrobe and pulled out a drawer. Inside, she had a collection of vibrators and lingerie, remnants of a more adventurous past with her ex-boyfriend. Her eyes fell on a scandalously red set she'd bought for him - a small thong and a matching bra that barely contained her medium sized breasts. It was the skimpiest set she owned, and it had always made him go wild.

Her cheeks flushed as she stepped out of the dress and slipped into the underwear. The fabric was so thin it was almost nonexistent, leaving little to the imagination. The thong rode high on her hips, drawing attention to her round buttocks, and the bra's cups pushed her breasts together, creating an alluring cleavage. She felt more naked than ever before, even though she was technically covered.

Taking a moment to compose herself, Larissa put her dress back on and slid her feet into a pair of red high heels. The shoes were surprisingly comfortable, giving her an extra inch of height and making her legs look even more shapely. She took a deep breath and walked back to the living room, her hips swaying more than usual with the added [heels.

As she approached the laptop, she threw a glare at her flatmates, who hadn't made any move to leave despite her earlier plea for privacy. "What are you all still doing here?" she hissed, her cheeks still flushed from the previous exchange. "Don't you have lectures or something?"

Markus leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Oh, come on, Larissa. You can't expect us to miss this," he said with a smirk. "Yeah, we're all in," Lukas chimed in from the couch, his voice thick with excitement.

"Guys, seriously," Larissa whispered furiously, trying to maintain a semblance of dignity as she approached the laptop.

Ms. Taylor's smile remained plastic on the screen. "Is everything all right, Larissa? Who are you talking to?"

Larissa's cheeks burned even hotter. "It's nothing," she murmured, waving her hand dismissively. "Just my flatmates."

Ms. Taylor's smile grew more knowing. "Ah, I see. They seem quite interested in your career. Tell you what, why don't you ask them to contact me through our website, dubaimodels.com? I'd be more than happy to send them some information about the industry and what it takes to support a model like yourself."

From behind her, Larissa heard the three of them chuckle in unison. "We'll contact you," they all called out, their voices echoing through the room. Larissa rolled her eyes, feeling the weight of their mirth on her shoulders. She turned to glare at them, but their expressions were nothing but innocence.

With a resigned sigh, she turned back to the camera. "I'm ready," she murmured, her voice shaky. She reached behind her neck and slowly untied the knot of her black dress. The spaghetti straps slithered down her arms, leaving her shoulders bare. The dress pooled around her waist, revealing her crimson bra and the tops of her breasts, the lace playing peek-a-boo with her pale, flushed skin. She paused for a moment, her breath caught in her throat.

"Keep going, Larissa," Ms. Taylor's voice was smooth, almost coaxing. "You're doing wonderfully."

With trembling hands, Larissa pushed the dress down further, letting it drop to the floor. She stepped out of the garment, leaving it in a puddle around her heels. The room was so quiet she could hear the thunderous pounding of her heart.

Ms. Taylor's voice brought her back to reality. "Now, Larissa, I'd like you to turn around and face your audience. Let's see that gorgeous profile," she instructed, her tone cool and professional despite the obvious tension in the room.

Larissa felt the pressure build as she began to turn, the fabric of her thong riding even higher, the coolness of the room brushing against her skin. She spun slowly, trying to keep her composure, aware that her flatmates were watching her every move. As she completed the twirl, she caught David's eyes and felt a spark of anger. How could he just sit there, smug and watching?

Her cheeks flamed when she saw his gaze fixated on her nearly exposed pussy. The tiny triangle of fabric had indeed ridden up, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. Her pink, plump lips peeked out, glistening slightly in the harsh light of the living room. It was a sight of herself she had never shared with anyone, especially not her flatmates. The embarrassment washed over her in a hot wave, making her want to crawl under the couch and hide.

"Very good," Ms. Taylor said, her voice still calm and collected. "Now, if you wouldn't mind, Larissa, I'd like you to perform a few model poses for us. Show us how versatile and expressive you can be."

Larissa took a deep breath, trying to ignore the rapt attention of her flatmates. She had seen enough fashion shows to know the basics. She turned sideways to the camera and placed one hand on her hip, arching her back slightly. Her breasts pushed outward, the lacy bra doing little to hide their perky shape. The pose accentuated her hourglass figure, the curve of her waist leading the eye down to the flare of her hips. She tilted her head, looking over her shoulder with a smoldering gaze that she hoped was seductive.

Ms. Taylor nodded approvingly. "Wonderful, Larissa. That pose is perfect. Now, could one of your flatmates possibly take a quick photo of this and send it to us at dubaimodels.com? We'd love to have a visual record for our files."

Larissa felt a flicker of hope that she might be able to maintain some semblance of control over the situation. "David," she called out, trying to keep her voice steady. "Could you grab my phone, please? It's on the shelf by the TV."

"Why don't you let me use mine?" David asked, holding up his device with a wink. "It's got a better camera. Trust me, you'll look even more amazing."

Larissa hesitated, her eyes flickering between the camera lens and her flatmate. She knew the quality of his camera was superior, but the thought of handing over control to David, who was notorious for his pranks, made her uneasy. "Fine," she relented, her voice tight. "Just be quick about it."

David grinned, taking a step closer. "I promise, you're going to love it," he said, his tone teasing. He took a moment to adjust the camera angle before showing her the picture. She had to admit, it looked great.

"And now, let's try another pose. Just sit down on the chair, legs spread like a good little model." Larissa felt a flicker of annoyance at David's tone but knew she had to play along. She sat down, the chair's cold leather against her bare thighs sending a shiver down her spine. She leaned back slightly, her hands gripping the chair's arms. The red thong almost disappeared between her legs, leaving her feeling incredibly exposed.

"Now, lift your legs," David instructed, his voice low and filled with a mischievous excitement that was palpable in the tense silence of the room. "Higher, Larissa. Let's show them what you're made of." Larissa swallowed hard, her pulse racing as she slowly lifted her legs into the air, her red-painted toes pointing towards the ceiling. Her flatmates' eyes widened in unison, their jaws slackening as they took in the sight of her barely concealed sex. The cool air of the apartment kissed her inner thighs, sending a shiver through her body.

The camera clicked rapidly as David circled the chair, snapping pictures from every angle. Each click felt like a tiny betrayal, but she told herself that it was all for the sake of her dream job. David leaned in and whispered, "Just think of it as the first photoshoot of your starting career, Larissa. You're a natural."

The sound of his voice made her heart race even faster. She took a deep breath and nodded, willing herself to relax. David stepped closer, snapping a few more photos from the front before walking around her once more to capture her from the side. She had to close her eyes for a moment to regain her composure. When she opened them again, she saw the hunger in her flatmates' eyes and felt a strange thrill run through her body.

"Now, let's try something a bit more... hands-on," Ms. Taylor suggested, her eyes glinting with excitement. "Could you do a couple of handbra poses for us, Larissa? It's essential that we see your range of expressions and comfort levels."

Larissa's heart sank as she realized what this meant. She'd seen these types of poses before in fashion shoots, but never thought she'd be asked to do them herself, especially in front of an audience of three hungry male flatmates. With trembling hands, she reached behind her back and unclasped the delicate hooks of her crimson bra. The lace slithered down her arms, her breasts bouncing slightly as they were set free. She quickly brought her hands up to cover herself, her cheeks burning.

"Perfect," Ms. Taylor said, her voice filled with satisfaction. "Remember, Larissa, confidence is key."

Larissa took a deep breath and slowly lowered her hands, cupping her breasts loosely. She felt her nipples pebble with the sudden exposure, and she knew that her flatmates were getting an eyeful of her bare flesh. She tried to push away her embarrassment and channel the confidence of the models she admired. With her chin held high, she began to pose, arching her back and pushing her breasts together.

David moved around her, snapping photos with a grin that made Larissa's stomach twist. His eyes were glued to her chest, and she could see the excitement in his gaze as he captured every angle. She **** herself to look into the camera lens, her expression a mix of feigned nonchalance.

"Alright, that's enough," she finally murmured, her voice strained. "Could we move on to the next part of the interview?"

But David had other ideas. He stepped closer, his eyes gleaming. "Larissa, you're doing amazing," he said, his voice low. "Ms. Taylor wants to see how comfortable you are in various poses. How about the reverse cowgirl?"

With a sense of dread, Larissa watched as he gestured to the chair. "Sit on the chair backward, lean against it slightly forward. It'll cover your boobs, but we'll get a killer shot of your legs."

Her heart racing, Larissa took a deep breath and nodded. She knew this was the only way to end this mortifying ordeal. She stepped over to the chair, her legs feeling like they might give out at any moment. Carefully, she lowered herself onto the chair reversely, her hands still cupping her breasts. For a moment, she felt a glimpse of relief as the chair's back obscured her from view.

With a tremble, she pulled her hands away, feeling the leather against her naked breasts. Slowly, she spread her legs apart even more, her thighs straddling the chair. She couldn't help but feel a strange sense of vulnerability and exhibitionism as she settled into the pose.

The flash of David's camera was relentless, capturing her in various positions and especially from the side as he moved around her. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her body, his eyes devouring every inch of her exposed flesh. Markus and Lukas had also pulled out their phones. The clicking of their cameras and the occasional murmur of their appreciation filled the room, making Larissa's face burn even hotter.

"Alright, that's enough," she murmured, trying to keep her voice steady. "Could you all please stop taking photos now?"

Ms. Taylor's voice was sharp in response. "Larissa, I must insist. We need a variety of images for our records. The more angles, the better. Now, if your flatmates wouldn't mind uploading their images to our website, dubaimodels.com. And while you're there, feel free to subscribe to our newsletter for all the latest updates on Larissa's career," she said, her smile never wavering from the screen.

The three flatmates looked at each other, grinning mischievously before nodding in unison. "Of course, Ms. Taylor," Markus said, his eyes still glued to Larissa's exposed chest. "We're happy to help." Larissa felt a knot in her stomach as she watched her flatmates upload their pictures to the website. She knew there was no going back now. The images of her, half-nude and ****, were out there for the world to see. But she also knew that this could be her ticket to a better life, a chance to escape the confines of their small student flat and the endless cycle of exams and part-time [jobs.

As they worked, Ms. Taylor's voice grew more excited. "Oh, these are fantastic," she said, her eyes lighting up as she viewed the images. "You all have such a good eye for capturing the moment. I can already see the potential for some great marketing material. And Larissa, darling, you're a natural. The way you move, your expressions - it's all just divine."

Larissa felt a strange mix of embarrassment and pride as she listened to the woman's words. She had never thought of herself as sexy or marketable, but here she was, being ogled by her flatmates and praised by a professional in the industry. "Thank you," she murmured, trying to keep her voice steady.

Ms. Taylor leaned closer to the camera, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Now, for the final part of your interview, Larissa, I'd like to ask you a few personal questions again. These will be recorded, so think of it as your official application video. Are you ready?"

Larissa nodded, feeling a strange mix of dread and anticipation. She had come so far, endured so much humiliation, and now she was just one step away from the end. "Y-yes, I'm ready", she said with a shaky voice.

But before she could move to retrieve her dress, Ms. Taylor's voice stopped her. "Hold on a second, Larissa. For the final part of your interview, we'd like to keep things as they are," she said with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "We want to capture your natural beauty in the best light possible, so we'll need you to sit in front of the camera as you are right now - in just your thong. Just cover those lovely breasts of yours with your hands, darling."