The First Interview.

He could tell she was nervous as soon as she walked into the room. Some were worse than others, but this one was really nervous. She was obviously intimidated by the elegant surroundings. She stepped forward tentatively as her eyes followed the heavy red velvet curtains and large paintings of forboding looking aristocrtic faces. She was perfect.  

Jack could tell she had never seen the inside of an elegant hotel suite before. She looked to be about 5' 7 or 5' 8, just slightly on the meaty side, but still slim in the middle. Her hips looked full and most importantly, she had a large bust. She'd said in her letter that she was 38DD, and Jack was relieved to see she seemed to be telling the truth. She was wearing a powder blue wrap-around dress that looked like something you would have seen in a disco in the seventies. It had a tie attached to one of the sides which went around her body again and tied at the side, creating a modest slit up one thigh.Her hair appeared to have been bleached blonde, and looked to be at least shoulder length. It was all done up, in a sweep, however, and put together in a bun on the top of her head with a tacky beret. He smiled to himself. Along with her white tights and white high heels , she looked like she just stepped out of an old "American Bandstand" show.

Her face was angelic, and like the rest of her it was slightly round. She had nice high cheekbones which had too much rough on them, and a petite, narrow nose. Her mouth was round and the tip of a pink tongue darted nervously over full lips which were painted bright red. Giant crystal blue eyes stared apprehensively out from underneath long, thick lashes. She stood nervously holding her purse in front of her.

Jack walked towards her and introduced himself. She shyly reached her hand up to take his. He noticed the red polish on her nails was worn and chipped. He walked her into the room and offered her a seat at one end of the plush red couch that was in the center of of the elegant foyer.

Jack had been in Moscow for two weeks before he'd actually started seeing women. He'd put several casting ads in local papers requesting photos and resumes and, as usual, it had taken him a while to sort out the potential winners from the multitude of losers. Casting for a film brought them in by the hundreds in every city, but Moscow more than most.

He'd taken a suite at one of the most opulant hotels in the city, and it was from here that he was doing his final casting. The suite had three impressive rooms, and like the foyer where they were currently sitting, all were done in Georgian style which made Jack feel as though he should be wearing a white powdered wig. He knew how impressive it was, especially with all of the video and photography gear set up at the far end of the room. And that was important.

Natasha Zvegintzov was clearly impressed, as he knew she would be. Though she'd had nothing but a crude snapshot to send in, Jack had seen her potential right away. Her face had that sad,almost pained look of innocence t hat he and his clients wanted. Her big blue "Bambi" eyes appeared as thought they were always on the verge of tears. Combined with her full rose bud mouth and buxom figure, she was perfect. He wondered how old she was. Sh e was certainly not yet twenty-one, as she said she was, and looked more like seventeen or eighteen. But it didn't matter to him.

He began by making initial small talk with her, and found her English was not bad. More importantly, she seemed to understand him. She sat primly with her knees drawn together and the toes of her white high-heeled shoes pointing slightly toward each other while he asked her several questions about her experience in film, to which she honestly, but very nervously, replied that she had none. Her every word seemed tentative, and her voice w as so soft and quiet, that several times he had to ask her to repeat herself. She'd acted in school, she said, but that was about it. Jack shook his head slightly at this and watched as her hands grip her handbag nervousl y, hoping that this had not blown her chance. He let her twist for a moment. He wanted to see how badly she wanted this, to be in films and get out of Moscow. He could almost see her nervous little heart pounding undernea th her dress. She was perfect.

He began to explain the film to her. It was going to be a thriller about a young Russian woman who, while on holiday abroad, meets an American man and gets mixed up in international espionage. It was going to be a James Bond type film, he said, and would be shot on location in Thailand. Though her part would be a major role, it didn't matter about her English as they were specifically looking for new fresh face with a strong Russian acce nt for this part. If she got it, he told her, she would also have a language coach on the set. He watched as her eyes widened with excitement. Had she ever been to Thailand, he asked. She gently shook her head "no." Did s he have a passport? Yes, that she did have.

He looked, he told her, just exactly like what they wanted. Did she feel up to it? Did she feel she could take direction?

She nodded enthusiatically without hesitation.

Perfect.

He would need her to read the script in front of the video camera, he said, so that he could how she looked and sounded. Could she do that? She looked towards the three video cameras set up at the other end of the room. Jack could see the anxiety. Very softly, she said "yes."

Most importantly, could she take direction?

She looked back apprehensively towards the stool set up in front of the video cameras with the lights shining down on it. She looked back at him and nodded yes.

He could see her nerves playing havoc with her. As he leaned forward, she instinctively looked down at the floor. He told her she really was very close to what they were seeking, and that maybe, he smiled, maybe a new st ar was going to be born.

She smiled back at him nervously. He could tell she could scarcely believe it.

To show his good faith, that he was really serious, he wanted to make it worth her while coming, he said. He pulled out a wad of money. He usually wrote a check to those whom he felt most strongly about, he told her. In this case with currency hassles, he asked, would it be okay to just give her cash. She stared at the money. She didn't have much, he could tell. He peeled off the equivalent of $500. He told her that it was standard proce dure and tossed it on the table. She looked at it, unsure whether to pick it up. She didn't.

Jack got up from the couch and walked over to the desk. He picked up a script and walked back towards her. Now could she read a bit for him?

She looked nervously at the script as he handed it to her.

"Let me get you to come over here, so we can tape it," he said, motioning across the room.

She took a deep breath, and got to her feet. She walked across to the area where everything was set up. She turned around and seated herself on the stool. She looked nervously at the lights and camera lens staring at her .

"Now don't be nervous," he said with a smile.

She tried to give him a smile back.

"Okay," said Jack. "Now open it to page fifteen."

She opened the script and thumbed her way to the page.

"Now, just read the part of Sasha. Don't worry about the other parts, just pause a second between each of your lines. We'll add another actor later to make a complete test." He adjusted one of the three the cameras point ing at her. Smiling to himself, he zooming in on her big breasts as she started to read her lines. She had a terrible time and became instantly flustered. She looked up at him piteously.

"It's okay," he said with a warm smile. He walked over to her. "Remember, we want a Russuan speaker here. And to be quite honest, the look is really important here, and you seem really right for this. So just relax."

She seemed to be slightly comforted and tried to settle down. She started over. It was a little better this time. He let her read for a few minutes and everytime she ran into problems, words she didn't understand, he hel ped her through them.

"That's great," he said finally. "That gives us plenty to work with."

He walked towards her and reached for the script. He noticed a dejected look on her innocent little face. She handed it back to him. He took it and tossed it on the floor. He took ahold of the video camera and tripod and  moved them back about ten feet. She stayed on the stool with her hands folded in her lap, not sure what to do next. He walked up to her.

"That really was great," he said looking down at her. "I really feel good about it." She looked up at him with a weak smile. He took a couple of steps backward and tilted his head to one side as he looked at her. He walk ed back to the camera.

"Now, since we don't have any pictures of you," he said, "I'll need to get some full length shots." He moved behind the camera and looked down into the eyepiece.

"Stand up, please."

Natasha, paused for a second, and then got up off the stool. She stood nervously.

"Go ahead and move the stool away."

She picked it up and set it down about six feet to the left. She went back to her spot.

"Okay, now first let me get you to slowly turn yourself around."

Her big blue eyes suddenly seemed fraught with nerves. Her little pink tongue peeked out from between her red lips.

"It's okay, just slowly spin yourself around so I can get you from all sides."

With her hands clasped tightly in front of her, Natasha slowly began to turn herself around.

"Hold it a second," said Jack when she had turned with her back to the camera. He wanted to get a nice long panning shot from her shoes, up the back of her legs, and up her back. He slowly moved the camera up and then ba ck down again.

"Okay, continue."

She resumed her motion, slowly turning until she was once again facing the camera. Her eyes went to the floor. She was visibly filled with anxiety.

"That's great." he said.

He watched her for a moment fidgeting with her hands.

"Now," he continued, walking towards her. She looked up at him for a second, and then looked back down. "We will be filming on the beach in Thailand quite a bit, so you will be required to wear a bikini."

He saw her squeeze her hands together.

"So we'll need to see what you'd look like."

Though she was still looking at the floor, he saw her face turn red with embarrassment.

"So why don't we have you take off your dress please."

She didn't move for a second. Her face seemed to burn.

She raised a hand to cover her mouth.

She had not expected this.

"What's wrong?" asked Jack. She was the perfect picture of innocence.

"Ah...ah...." she stammered, not sure what to say.

"We just need to see, that's all. It's standard."

He looked at her for a moment.She looked on the verge of tears. She stared at the floor.

"We also need to know that you can follow directions," he said, his voice slightly more seriously.

The big blue eyes looked up at him, suddenly alarmed. Just as quickly they looked back down.

"Oh...okay," she said softly.

Slowly, she moved her hand down away from her mouth to her side to the knot that held her dress together.

"That'a girl," he said. He stepped back to watch.

Her hands began to fidget with the knot. Her fingers were stiff and she seemed to have trouble. He watched her for a moment.

"Here," he said, walking towards her. "Let me help you."

He walked right up to her.

She didn't look up at him.

He reached out and took her hands, which went limp in his, and he pulled them away from the knot. She passively let him move both her arms around behind her. He could see her big breasts heaving with her nervous breathin g. He tried to control his own as he began to work on the knot.

Just as he got it loose, and began to unravel it, she suddenly burst into tears. She pulled both hands up to cover her face and began to cry into them.

"I....I...I'm sorry," she said from behind her hands.

His chest pounded as he pulled the two ties apart. The slack made her dress open a bit. He could see her white slip underneath.

"That's okay," he said softly. He held the two ties but did not move.

She let out a sob.

"I've just....I've never...I mean..." she said between sobs.

She pulled her left elbow away so as not to interfere with his progress.

"That's alright," he repeated. He reached up and stroked her hair. She was so innocent.

"This line of business is not for everyone," he said.

She pulled her hands down, and looked up at him. Two tears were running down her cheeks. More were welled up.

"No," she said. "I'm sorry...I'll be okay."

"Are you sure?" he asked, knowing full well the answer.

"Y...y...yes."

"Okay," he replied, still holding the two ties. "Now put your hands down."

She closed her eyes and slowly lowered her arms.They hung loosely at her sides. His eyes travelled across her angelic face, down her smooth neck, to the top of her chest and the hint of cleavage at the top of her dress.

He slowly began pulling the two halves of her dress apart.

He felt her breath quicken as he exposed her slip underneath. It was white, and ran down below the tops of her thighs. He could see tops of her big breasts, which looked full and firm. He pulled it all the way open and l et the two sides hang open uselessly.

She stood passively with her eyes closed. Her chest heaved. He stared at her for a second, and then walked around behind her so that the cameras would get an unobstructed view. He could smell her freshly washed hair.

He reached around from behind and took ahold of the the two sides of her dress and drew them back over her shoulders He slid the material down her arms and off.

She didn't move.

He drew back away from her and walked over to a nearby chair and draped her dress over it. He looked back over at her. Standing in her slip with a bra and panties underneath, she made a perfect picture of submissive femi ninity. He walked back to the same place, and moved in right behind her. His own heart was pounding in his chest. He gently placed his hands on her shoulders.

"The slip will need to come off too," he said, almost in a whisper.

She let out a little whimper, but otherwise didn't move.

He slid his fingers under the shoulder straps of her slip and lifted them up. He pulled them over her shoulders to her bra. She stood still as he lowered the material down over her big breasts, and pushed it down over he r hips, which were covered by her white tights. He let the slip drop. It fell into a little pile at her feet.

He walked around in front of her to drink in the sight.

She looked at him. Her big, blue tear filled eyes conveyed her agony. She slowly, instinctively, moved her left hand in front of the space between her legs. Her right arm came up across her breasts, making them bulge up high on her chest.

She was truly magnificent. Though her bra was thick, and not fancy, he could tell they housed wonderfull breasts. While she was not a skinny girl by any means, her stomach was smooth and lean

He walked back up and stood to her right side.

"Please lower your arms, Natasha," he said. "They need to see your figure."

She blinked her eyes closed, and fresh tears popped out and rolled down her cheeks. It was the word "they," that got her. She had no idea who would be watching this. She slowly lowered her arms and let them hang at her s ides.

"Why don't you hold them behind you." he said.

She looked at him for a second, and then back down at the floor.

She slowly pulled her hands back behind her. Her big tits stuck out rudely in front of her.

"I'm sorry..." she repeated. "I just..." She let out a little sob and bowed her head.

"That's okay," said Jack. "You're doing just fine. I know it's hard."

She let out a little sniffle.

"You're cooperating and taking direction nicely," he added. "And that's important." Once again, he scanned her ripe body. He fought the urge to reach out and rip the rest of her clothes off. He took a deep breath.

"Now, one thing," he said.

She looked up at him. She bit down on her full, red lower lip.

"To be fair," he continued, "white adds on a lot of weight on video."

Her big eyes blinked.

"I really think we ought to take those tights off as well."

She just blinked again, and then slowly lowered her head.

"It will look much better, just like a swimsuit," he said.

"Oh...okay..." she whispered, "if you think...." Her voice trailed off.

"Yeah, it will look much better," he said.

Jack bent down onto on knee in front of her. He found himself face to face with her crotch. He could see the outline of her panties beneath the tights.

"Now," he said, "let's slip your shoes off."

He took ahold of her left foot and lifted it up.

Natasha reached down with one hand and steadied herself on his shoulder.

He slipped off one and then the other. He set them down to the side.

Still down on a knee, he straightened up.

She dutifully returned her hands behind her back.

He reached up and slid his fingers into the waistband of her tights. He eased the elastic away from her skin and began to lower it. He pulled the material down, careful not to pull on her panties as well. He could see th e slight indentation in the skin above her waist where the elastic had been. He pulled them down over her hips and started down her thighs. He noticed that her skin had slight goosebumps.  

He got them down to her knees and then used both hands to push them down each calf. Again she reached down to steady herself on him as he pulled them off of her feet.

"Let's put your shoes back on," he said.

He lifted her feet and replaced her white high heels.

He stood back up and stepped back.

His eyes ran up and down her body, now clad only in her bra and panties.

It was fabulous. Her tits were huge and jutting, while her stomach and waist were slender. She was perfect.

He went back to the video camera.

Once again, he had her slowly turn herself around, showing him all sides of her lush body. He waited for his first glimpse of her ass. He was not disappointed. As she turned around, he saw full, round, yet pert cheeks. T hey stood out beautifully. Once she had turned all the way around again, he had her lean forward and put a hand on her knee, causing her cleavage to heave forward.

He had her pose in several different "cheesecake" positions, as she would be in, he said, if she was modelling swimwear. She did her best to cover her acute embarassement.

"I have an idea," he said. "We're going to need to show them that you're cooperative." He picked up the camera and tripod. He began walking. "Let's do a few out on the balcony, that will look even more natrual."

Jack walked to the big double doors in the middle of the room that opened up onto his splendid balcony which was inset into the building so that it had a wall on either side. He looked out over the tremendous view of dow ntown Moscow. He looked back to see that Natasha had not moved.

"Come on," he said.

With a look of pure trepidation, Natasha slowly walked over to him. She approached the edge of the door frame. She looked out the window and saw several buildings that she thought would be able to see her. She watched as  Jack began setting up the camera to her right at one end of the balcony.

"Now go over and stand against the other wall, there where the railing ends."

Mortified to be outside in her underwear, she quickly moved across the balcony to the place he indicated. She couldn't help but hold her arms in front of herself.

"Don't worry no one can see you in here."

She looked out at the buildings facing them. Though she couldn't see anyone not, she was sure that if someone looked out...

"Now, turn around so that your back is to me."

She stole another glance out of the balcony and slowly turned around. Jack watched as her lush bottom came around into view.

"Now put your hands up on the wall, and look back over your shoulder."

She followed his intructions.

"Spread your feet apart."

He watched as a gap about three fingers wide appeared between the tops of her legs. He ran the camera lens slowly up and down the length of her body.

"Great," he said. "Now turn back around, and lean up against the wall."

He could see that she was agonizingly self conscious.as she turned back around. She leaned her body up against the rough surface.

"Keep your arms straight down and put your hands flat against the wall."

She rotated her hands around so that her palms made contact.

He moved the camera around to get several angles.

He looked at her for a moment, causing her to look to the ground.

He walked up to her.

"One last thing," he said quietly. He looked down at her lovely face, which was facing down. His eyes travelled down her neck to her full cleavage. He stared at her big tits.

"Producers are always worried about things going wrong."

She didn't move. She stared at the ground.

"And, well," he continued, "as you may have heard, there has been a lot of problems with breast implants recently..." He watched her chest as her breathing suddenly sped up. Her tits seemed to be straining against her br a.

"...and, well, so girls with large chests are always a little suspect..."

He could see her face going bright red with embarrassement.

"...so, we need to show them that..."

He put his hand on her shoulder.

"...I know it's hard, but we just need to show them that you haven't had any surgery or anything."

She seemed frozed to the spot.

His heart pounded as he watched her chest

"Please..." she finally said still staring down. "I haven't..."

"I know," he replied, barely able to contain himself. The hand touching the the skin of her shoulder seemed almost to be creating an electric current.

"They just need to see that there are no scars..."

His other hand reached up for the other shoulder.

Her arms came up defensively and then stopped short. She slowly pulled them together, hugging herself just below her bust.

He gently slid his fingers underneath the shoulderstraps of her bra.

"It's okay," he said, almost choking with tension himself. "It's standard."

He lifteed the straps up away from her skin and pulled them over her shoulders.

Her blue eyes stared up at him. They seemed to begging him not to strip her.

"Put your arms back down," he said.

She slowly released herself and lowered her arms.

Jack pulled the straps down her upper arms, watching the bra cups peel away.

He looked down at her face, which was bright red. Her eyes were closed with shame. His eyes wandered down her chest the the tops of her full breasts. He noticed that her hands were both clinched into fists.

He took a deep breath and reached his fingers into the front of her bra cups and pulled it down, exposing her tits to his greedy eyes. He felt his head become light as he stared at their magnificence. Her nipples were bi g and pink and centered perfectly on the balloon sized breasts.

"See," said Jack, barely above a whisper. "It's not so hard." Her clinched fists and eyes told him differently. He could tell she was fighting the impulse to run.

Jack pulled her away from the wall and turned her around. He reached for the clasp of her bra.

"We'll be finished in a minute," he said reassuringly. He unfastened it and pulled it down her arms. Natasha instantly pulled her arms up and crossed them in front of her chest. Jack slung the bra over his shoulder and w alked back to the video camera, which was of course still running.

With her hair up, and her back to the camera, now wearing nothing but her panties and white high heels, Jack got an exquisite view of her nude back. He ran the camera up and down the length of her beautiful young body.

"Okay, Natasha," he said. "Now turn around." He felt his throat tighten up, as though he'd swallowed a tennis ball.

She didn't move. She just stood there with her back to him and her arms crossed in front of her. Then he noticed that her head was bobbing slightly. She was crying again. He walked back up to her and gently placed his ha nds on her shoulders.

"I'm s...s...sorry," she said.

"I know it's hard," he said again. "But we're almost finished."

He felt her shoulders tremble under his hands.

"You've done really well," he continued. "I feel really good about this."

He listened to her cry for a moment.

"That's why I'm going through all of this," he continued. "So there isn't any question."

"Th...th...thank you." she replied through her tears.

He slowly began to turn her around. Her arms remained hugged across her front, mashing her big tits.

"Trust me," he said.

The big blue eyes suddenly looked up at him. She blinked, sending tears down her face. Her make-up was smeared. She looked truly pitiful.

Jack reached up and took ahold her her wrists. She let him pull them away from her chest, and just closed her eyes as he exposed her big nude tits.

Jack pushed her arms around behind her. His mouth watered as he looked down at her heaving breasts. They were amazing. He stared down at them for a second and summoned all of his self control. There would be plenty of ti me later he told himself. He walked back to the camera and looked into the eyepiece. He zoomed in on a close-up of her face and stayed with her tears as they rolled out from her tightly closed eyes and down her cheeks. Th en he slowly zoomed out to get all of her. He panned across her tits. He moved the camera around and got several shots of her and then stepped away once again. He walked up to her.

"You're doing really well," he said to her.

Her eyes opened up and she looked at him. He could see that she was dying of shame and embarrasement.

"Almost done," he continued. "Now, we just want to make sure you look your best. This is an old trick, but it works."

She looked down at the floor.

"Now put your hands up on top of your head."

She hesitated for a second. Slowly she brought her arms up. Her breasts rose up and she placed her hands on her head. She closed her eyes again.

Jack stared at the big nude tits sticking out in front of him. His eyes ran up and down the length of her curvy body.

"Okay, now don't move." He put his forefinger and thumb into his mouth and wetted them. He then reached out gently pinched her big nipples. He felt them pulsate and stiffen under his touch. She whimpered slightly at his touch, but kept herself steady. His heart pounded as he watched as her breasts respond.

Jack walked back to the video camera and shot some more footage. He had her move slightly to one side, and then the other. He had her lift her breasts up so that he could shoot underneath them to be sure there were no sc ars. He let her stand there holding her tits up for a few moments while he got the shots he wanted.

He realized that he had pushed her about as far as he should this first time. There would be plenty of opportunities later. There would be a second audition in a few days, and then they would be off to Thailand. He let h er get back into her clothes, but had her do it under the lights so that the running cameras would get that as well.

Poor Natasha had no idea what was in store for her. She was going to be in the movies alright, but not exactly how she imagined it. First, there would be a thorough medical examination which would also be filmed. Then, t here would be the staged "problem" at customs, which would also be filmed, followed by a detention by the "police." Her "sentence" would be a form of public service that she would not enjoy one little bit.

She would learn the hard way that being in the movies isn't always what it's cracked up to be...

If she had looked nervous the first time she'd entered the elegant suite that Jack was staying in, this time she was twice so. She walked in slowly, as though she were making her way through a forest and not sure which way to go. She smiled nervously as Jack greeted her.

She looked wonderful. She was wearing a white blouse with an embroidered design, also done in white, on the shoulders and over her breasts. The blouse pulled in tight at the waist, and fitted into a black skirt that went down to her knees. She followed his advice, and had not worn tights this time. Her legs were bare, down to the same white high heels she had worn before.

The room looked the same as it had several days before, except that all of the video gear was now set up around the couch and plush chairs. Jack had told her on the phone that he had good news, that she had got the part, and that he would need to shoot an interview with her. He also mentioned a substantial amount of money.

Her face seemed surprise at seeing another man in the room. He was much older, and very overweight and did not seem to fit the beautiful surroundings. He looked seedy. Jack introduced him as Bud Carlisle. He was, Jack told her, a top notch camera man who would be shooting their interview. She gave him a nervous smile.

Jack took hold of her arm and began to lead her towards the opposite end of the room, away from the makeshift set. He said he wanted a word with her before they started. He could see concern in her big blue eyes as he le d her near where the cameras had been set up the last time she had been there.

He repeated that she had been the one picked for the role, and congratulated her. Her eyes closed briefly in relief. She opened them again and studied him earnestly. He personally, he told her, was very happy that she ha d got the part. It had come down to three women, and he had cast his vote for her he said. There were just a couple of things to sort out, though.

"We will be shooting in Thailand for at least two months, maybe longer. Are you sure you're available?

She nodded yes enthusiastically.

"I ask," he continued, "because the weather there is notoriously bad, and sometimes delays are inevitable. We will also need to get you a full wardrobe," he said. He smiled, "which, of course, you will get to keep."

He saw her eyes light up even brighter.

"We have a contract ready for you to sign. We're okay with the money?"

She again nodded her head with a smile.

"Great," he said. "There are also a couple of formalities as far as travel goes." He paused. "You will, of course, have to submit to a physical examination"

Her big eyes stared at him.

"It's for insurance reasons," he continued, "but don't worry. We have our own people." He smiled. She just blinked at him. He could tell she was trying not to react unfavorably.

"Do you have any questions?"

She gently shook her head.

"Great," he said. "Now there is just one thing left."

She looked at him intently.

"Obviously, New York liked the video," he said. "They really liked what they saw." She blushed suddenly and looked down at the floor, embarrassed by the double meaning. What they'd seen, of course, was her practically nu de."The only question they have," he continued, "is that they are a little worried that you might be hard to work with."

She looked back up at him with surprise.

"They asked me a lot of questions about your cooperativeness and willingness to take direction."

"I...I..." she started to say.

He reached out and took one of her hands. He held it.

"I know," he said reassuringly. "It was your first time. I told them that. I told them," he continued, "that I was sure that you would be easy to work with, and could take direction without any problem." He looked at her  intently.

"Producers," he said with a smile, "get especially worried about these things when they are putting up a lot of money to shoot in a foreign country. Can you understand that?"

She nodded her agreement slowly.

"But I gave them my personal assurance."

"Thank you," she said. A look of relief crossed her beautiful, almost childlike face.

"Your welcome," he said. "Now don't let me down."

"Oh, I won't," she replied immediately.

"Good," he said. "Now," he leaned forward conspiratorially, "I'm not supposed to tell you this, but since things can get difficult when you're shooting abroad, they just want to see proof that you can be disciplined and follow difficult instructions."

Her eyes widened with concern. She shifted her weight nervously from one foot to the other. She waited.

"Now, I want you to trust me, okay?"

She slowly nodded her head.

"They told me what they wanted to see. You have to understand that they are putting a lot of money at risk here."

She nodded again.

"They just need to know you're going to follow instructions and not cause a problem once we get there."

She looked down at the floor.

"Can you understand that?"

She nodded again.

"Okay, now just follow my instructions, and remember that I'm on your side and everything will be fine. We'll show them we can work as a team. Agreed?"

"Yes," she said.

They both sat down, she on the couch and he in one of the chairs positioned at a forty-five degree angle. After a few lighting tests, Bud set everything up and they began shooting.

Jack opened a file and handed her the contract. She looked at it with a smile. He handed her a pen.

"This has all the things we spoke about," he said. "The money, travel expenses, you keep the wardrobe, etc."

A big smile lighted up her innocent face.

"Any questions?"

She shook her head "no."

Jack signed it is several places and showed her where to sign. Once they'd both signed it, he walked over to the desk and put it into one of the drawers.

She sat with her hands in her lap, her big blue eyes darting around the room. She could no longer tell staring into the light where the three cameras she'd seen when she came in were. To try to take the edge of off her o bvious nervousness, Jack began by asking her some simple questions about herself, her family, where she was from. They just chatted for a few minutes until she began to relax a little. He did a mini interview.

"I'll be back in a moment," he said. He got up and walked away.

She sat under the bright lights, and everything went suddenly quiet. She heard him pick up the phone and say something into it. She looked out into the bright light and darkness, wondering where the camera man was. Somet hing felt uncomfortable and she started to get nervous again. After another minute, Jack came back and sat down. He resumed the conversation. Another few minutes went by, and then there was a knock at the door.

"Come in," Jack called out. She heard the door open and close.

"Just set them here," he said.

She looked up, and her stomach lurched. She recognized the hotel employee who had come into the room. He was not one of the regular room service crew. Though he too was dressed in a fine red tunic with gold epaulets, he was much older and rougher looking than the rest of the men in the hotel. She had seen him carrying bags, or, to be more accurate, he had seen her, and his leering stare had made her shiver. He carried a tray, and set it down on the small coffee table in front of the couch. There was a bottle of vodka and several glasses.

"What's your name?" asked Jack in a friendly, American way.

"Gregor," relied the older man. He looked at the luscious girl, causing her to visibly flinch.

"Well, sit down and join us, Gregor," said Jack. "We're celebrating." He looked at Jack, then to Natasha, and then back at Jack. He moved around to the only logical place to sit, which was on the opposite side of the cou ch from luscious girl. She instinctively reached down to the hem of her skirt and pulled it down over her bare knees. She felt embarrassed at not having tights on.

"Pour one for all of us."

The older man smiled and, oblivious to the cameraman, took the bottle and poured out three shots. He handed one to Jack, and then looked over to Natasha as he extended one to her. She met his eyes for a second, but quick ly looked down to the glass.

"Cheers," said Jack, raising his glass. The two others followed suit and raised theirs. Gregor tossed his back. Natasha took a sip, and held her glass.

There was an awkward silence as both men sat looking at her.

"Natasha here," said Jack, "just signed her first movie contract."

The older man looked unsure of what to say. He looked at her. His eyes uncontrollably traveled down the front of her full blouse. "Congratulations," he finally replied.

"Th...thank you," she replied, barely above a whisper. She couldn't look at him.

Another awkward moment passed.

"Now sometimes with new actresses," Jack continued finally, "you get prima donnas, who spend days in their dressing rooms if they don't get their way. But not Natasha here," said Jack. "She's already a pro."

He paused.

Natasha squirmed slightly in her seat.

"She understands how producers who put up millions of dollars worry about who they hire. Isn't that right Natasha?"

She stared at him for a second and then slowly nodded her head.

Another pause.

He looked over to Gregor. "Producers also sometimes like to get other opinions from regular people." He smiled. "What we call in the states, the man on the street." The older man smiled. Both men looked to her.

"Isn't she lovely, Gregor?"

"Yes," the old man replied. His voice was suddenly thick.

"Now," said Jack turning to the girl. "Are you ready to show us that you are disciplined and can follow direction?"

The big blue eyes suddenly looked up in trepidation. She searched his face. "Y...yes..." she replied.

"Finish your drink, Natasha," said Jack.

She looked at him for a second, and then raised the glass to her painted red lips. She leaned her head back and drank. She felt the burning liquid go down her throat and resisted a cough as she leaned forward to set the glass back down.

A moment passed. She stared at the table in front of her.

"Stand up, Natasha."

She felt a surge of adrenaline mix with the vodka in her stomach. She slowly got to her feet.

"She has beautiful hair," said Jack. "Let it down, will you?"

She slowly reached up to the beret and unclasped it and pulled it away, causing her hair to come free.

"Shake it loose."

She shook her head, causing her hair to come tumbling down. It had been up for so long that some of it resisted gravity, giving her a sexy, disheveled look.

She stood there holding the beret in front of her.

Jack reached forward and held his hand out. She leaned forward gave it to him.

She stood there for a moment feeling their eyes.

"Doesn't she have wonderful legs?" asked Jack.

After a moment's indecision, Gregor leaned forward to get a better look.

He nodded to Jack.

"Here, lift your skirt up a bit, please," said Jack.

Natasha swallowed hard and reached down to the hem and took hold of it. She raised it up over her bare knees to about mid-thigh.

"Very nice," said Jack. "All the way up." He leaned forward and handed his glass to Gregor. "Another round," he said.

Natasha closed her eyes, and slowly raised the hem of her skirt. She heard the hotel employee pouring more vodka as she pulled it up to the tops of her thighs, just below her panties. She heard a low whistle.

"Turn around."

She fought back tears of embarrassment and turned her self around so that her back was to them.

Their eyes wandered up the back of her legs.

"Lovely. Around again, nice and slow."

The embarrassed girl slowly turned herself around to face them again. She was almost choked with embarrassment. She continued to hold her skirt up.

"Are you a leg man, Gregor?" asked Jack, motioning with his hand up and down towards Natasha's legs. The hotel man smiled and nodded yes. He looked at Natasha's exposed legs with a leer. He looked back at Jack as though he was about to say something.

"Yes?" asked Jack.

Unsure of the right words, Gregor held his hands up in front of his chest as though he were holding imaginary breasts. He gave a smirk and looked up at the girl.

Natasha felt sick as she saw the crusty older man's crude action. She looked over at Jack piteously.

Jack could tell she was on the verge of tears. His eyes scanned her ripe body. She was so vulnerable standing there holding her skirt up so that they could stare at her bare legs. The big blue eyes stared at him, waiting .  

"It's certainly not easy being under the lights and cameras, is it?" said Jack.

Natasha didn't know what to say, or even if she should say anything. She looked down at the floor in front of her.

"We need to help you get over your shyness, Natasha.." said Jack. "You need to learn to feel comfortable and natural."

She stared at the floor. Her heart was pounding.

"So, to help you, as an exercise...as an exercise in getting comfortable, in naturalness..." he continued, "...let's have you take off your clothes."

The big blue eyes shot up in alarm. They searched him in the vain hope that her ears had heard wrong.

A few seconds past, and the atmosphere thickened.

"I think," he continued, looking at the poor girl, "it will help you to relax...to learn to be comfortable...to be naked in front of the camera. It's a standard technique."

Natasha stood dumbstruck. She slowly lowered her skirt back down over her legs. She folded her hands in front of her. She didn't move for a second. Her eyes scanned the darkness beyond the lights where Bud Carlson was mo ving from camera to camera to get different angles. Her little pink tongue popped out and ran itself unconsciously of over her suddenly dry lips.

The room became so tense it was like the air had been sucked out of it.

"Don't worry," Jack continued, "no one will ever see this."

Gregor pulled a handkerchief out of his tunic pocket and wiped it across his sweating brow. His eyes stared at her and his face was bright red. Natasha looked over at hotel man, and darted her eyes back to Jack. They ple aded with him not to make her take her clothes off in front of the leering older man.

"Start with your blouse," said Jack. He settled back in his seat.

Natasha's eyes went to the floor, and she stood still for a moment. Her agony was clear. Slowly her hands reached up to the top of her blouse. She began to undo the buttons. The hotel employee, amazed that she was doing it, shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he watched her.

Natasha unbuttoned all the way down and pulled the blouse out from her skirt. Slowly, as she pulled the two halves apart, her big bra covered tits sprang out. She l et the blouse fall off of her shoulders and slid it down her arms. She stood holding it for a moment.

"Just lay it over the couch," said Jack.

She turned her body slightly and folded the blouse over the couch back. She turned back and faced Jack. Her smooth, delicate young face was bright red, and showed her misery.

"Now the skirt."

Her lower lip trembled as she slowly reached back behind her and fumbled for a moment. The men watched her heaving breasts strain in the bra as she leaned forward slightly, causing her cleavage to bulge, and pulled the z ipper down. She let her skirt drop down her legs, leaving her suddenly in just her bra and panties and shoes. She stepped out of the skirt and leaned down and picked it up. The watched her ample body move. She laid it ove r the couch as well. Once again she turned to face the men.

"Isn't she gorgeous Gregor?" asked Jack.

The hotel man's face was a mask of intensity. He was living his wildest fantasy, and could not believe it was really happening- that this gorgeous create was just about to strip out of her underwear. His breathing was la bored as he nodded his head. He tried to swallow, but could not. "Yesssssss," he finally uttered.

Natasha closed her eyes in embarrassment as the two men talked about her. Tension bore down on them all in the silent room. She wanted desperately to raise her hands and cover herself, but knew she couldn't. She knew tha t wouldn't be cooperative. She just stood there on display.

"She really does have beautiful breasts," Jack told the hotel man and turned to look back at Natasha.

The stricken girl looked at Jack for a second and then back down at the floor. She realized her cue. He wanted her to bare her breasts, the breasts that this same old man had leered at in the hotel lobby. She fought back  the urge to panic and slowly reached up behind her and unhooked her bra. Fighting back tears of shame, she pulled the straps down off of her shoulders and stood for a moment holding the garment in front of her. She took a deep breath and lowered it down, exposing her big tits to the men. They stuck out lewdly and seemed somehow obscene in their largeness.

Gregor sucked in his breath in what sounded like a wheeze as they came into his view. Their perfectly round shape and large, centered nipples made him gasp. He watched them sway slightly as she turned and laid the bra ov er the back of the couch. Natasha turned back and stood dutifully with her hands at her sides. She stared at the floor as her cheeks burned with shame as the men stared at her naked tits. For a moment the room was quiet e xcept for the sound of Gregor's wheezing.

"Okay," said Jack, breaking the thick silence. "Now why don't you turn around."

Once again, Natasha slowly turned herself around so that her back was to them. She could feel their eyes travel up the back of her legs to her full bottom, which suddenly felt way too big.

"Take your panties down," said Jack, "without bending your knees."

A tear popped out and trickled down her cheek. This was horrible and she was dying. Having to pull her panties down in front of these men- showing them her bare bottom- was mortifying. Yet she knew she had to do it. She reached up and hooked her thumbs into the sides, and leaned forward, bending at the hips. The motion caused her big breasts to sway pendulously.

The men were transfixed as the material of Natasha's panties slowly came down, and the cleft between her pert, meaty, bottom cheeks appeared. She pulled them slowly down, bringing her whole ass into view, and over her th ighs. Then, a bit unsteadily, she lifted her left leg up and pulled her foot up through. This motion cause her asscheeks to pull apart, giving the men a brief glimpse between her legs. She did the same on the other side a nd then stood back up. She now stood naked except for her shoes.

The men stared at the back of her nude body, the perfect, smooth skin without the slightest blemish. The generous contours were soft yet firm. Her bottom looked like an upside down heart.

"Turn around again," said Jack.

Instinctively she put her left hand over her crotch. Slowly the shamed girl turned herself around to face the men again. She stood there with her head hanging down. Humiliation sat over her like a cloud, and she could no t control her tears.

The men stared at her, drinking in her lush nakedness.

"Your being very cooperative, Natasha," said Jack. "We can see that you can follow directions." The girl stood motionless, fighting back more tears.

"Now the real key to being a great actress," he continued, "is discipline."

Two big tear filled blue eyes looked up from beneath the blonde mane.

"We have to know that you can be disciplined."

Feeling even more vulnerable, Natasha slowly raised her free arm up to cover her big breasts. They bulged upward above her forearm. Her knees turned inwards toward each other as her body seemed to sag under the weight of  her embarrassment.

"Gregor," said Jack, "would you be willing to help us here?"

The hotel man looked at the girl for a moment and then to Jack. His face was bright red, with beads of sweat across the forehead.

"I think a good old fashioned over-the-knee, bare bottom spanking is in order here."

"AHHHHHHH...." a gasp flew from Natasha as the hand covering her breasts flew to her mouth. Her eyes widened with shock.

Gregor's eyes looked as though they might actually pop out of his head. Clearly unable to speak, he just nodded affirmatively.

"PL...PL...Please..." said Natasha, no longer able to maintain her composure. This was too much. "Please," she repeated, as she suddenly burst into tears. She bent forward slightly to try to minimize her ample, naked, ch arms. She replaced her arm across her chest.

"Discipline," said Jack, "we've got to have discipline."

From his place behind the video camera, Bud Carlisle could take it no longer. He had been all but forgotten about, even by the "actress," as he had been moving silently from camera to camera to get the best shots of the proceedings. But as he ran the lens up and down the girl's lush body and then zoomed in on her beautiful face with tears streaming down, the tension simply became too much. Standing behind the lights he could not be seen by the others, and now desperate for relief, he positioned the camera and then stepped back from it and reached down and unzipped his trousers. His stiff prick sprang out. He slowly began to stroke it.

"Come along, Natasha," said Jack, motioning towards the older man. "Over there," he said,

The girl couldn't move. She stood halfway crouched in a desperate attempt to maintain her modesty. Jack slowly got up out of his chair and walked over to her. He reached out for her upper arm and gently began to pull he r towards the suddenly wheezing hotel man.

"Pl..please..." she whispered. She looked up at him with eyes streaming with tears.

"Let's just get it over with," he replied. He walked her to Gregor's right side and then let go. He walked back to his seat.

She stood, still with her arms across herself, with tears running down her face. Her eyes stared at Jack, hoping for a reprieve.

"Now go ahead and lay over his legs," he said.

She stood for a moment before she moved. Then slowly she lowered her arms and leaned forward, laying her nude body over the crusty hotel man's lap. She put her hands down on the floor in front of her. She reached one han d back up to cover her crying face. She sobbed into it, almost choking on the shame.

Gregor looked down at the naked body, and the splendid bottom, before him and could hardly believe it. The sensation of her weight on his legs helped bring him back to reality, and he reached his right hand up and gentl y placed it on her right bottom cheek. He heard a gasp come out of her as he made contact. Her skin felt slightly cool to the touch. He gently ran his hand over the cheek, and began to fondle it. He squeezed it, feeling t he firmness. He watched the two moons clinch together. He brought his left hand up and covered her left cheek with it. He could hear her whimpering with shame as he stroked and squeezed. He couldn't resist, and slightly p ulled the cheeks apart. She moaned aloud in humiliation as the hotel man looked down into the valley of her ass at her tight pink anus. He watched as it clenched shut under his invading gaze. His hands squeezed her ass ch eeks, digging his fingers into the taught flesh. He could feel the blood pounding in his head.

After a few moments of this groping, Gregor looked up at Jack, expecting a "get on with it look." Jack, however, just smiled, obviously enjoying the spectacle. Gregor took his cue and ran his hands over her naked bottom,  up and down, greedily covering ever inch. The hotel man leaned back and looked down to his left and saw her hanging tits. He reached down and cupped the nearest one. His prick surged as he felt the weight in his hand. He  squeezed it and rolled the nipple in his fingers. His heart pounded, and he could hardly breath.

Finally, he noticed Jack nodding to him, and drew his attention back to her pert bottom. He gave it one last stroke and then reached up.

SPLAT!

Natasha cried out at the contact, her back arched and her feet flew up off of the floor.

SPLAT!

She cried out again, and instinctively reached her hand back to try to protect herself. Gregor grabbed her arm with his left hand and pulled it up behind her back once again exposing her nude ass. He ran his right hand o ver her bottom again.

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

Natasha yelled out in pain at the onslaught.

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

She squirmed on the hotel man's lap and tried desperately to roll herself over to get away but Gregor held her fast. He reached up and began to rub her burning ass cheeks, moving his hands in a circular motion. She felt his erection against her stomach and moaned in shame under his coarse manipulation.

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

She cried out and began to kick. Gregor gripped her body and felt his temples pound. A grunt of pure lust shot out of his mouth like a canon shot as he watched her ass jiggle and turn bright red under him. His prick rage d beneath her.

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

From his place behind the camera Bud Carlisle could take it no longer. The sight of the writhing girl overwhelmed him and gritted his teeth as he shot a wad of semen into the air.

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

Natasha's ass burned, and she screamed out.

Gregor stopped and once again began to rub her bottom cheeks. Natasha cried while the hotel man continued to fondle her. He looked up again at Jack, who this time smiled at him to stop. Gregor looked back down at the fab ulous body draped over his knees. He laid his hand on her ass and felt the burning heat. Once again he gently pulled the cheeks apart and stared down at her pink anus. Overcome by pure lust, he suddenly lunged forward and  stuck his tongue into the crevice. He ran it up and down over her asshole, feeling the fine hairs. Holding her tightly, he suddenly began to wedge it inside. Natasha cried out in agony and revulsion as her anus spread op en against the invasion, allowing his tongue inside. It instinctively tightened up against the intruder, creating a tight grip that made the hotel man shutter. With his tongue in her tight ass, the motion of her squirming  body against his prick suddenly caused him to come in his pants. His grip around the girl's waist tightened at he jerked his head back up and growled and the semen shot out onto his leg. He rocked his lap against Natasha 's body and gave several thrusts.

Finally, spent, he relaxed his grip, allowing the girl to roll off of his lap onto the floor. She rolled herself defensively into the fetal position and sobbed into her hands. Gregor leaned his face up and wheezed for ai r. He reached his hand up to his chest and felt his pounding heart.

For a few moments there was no sound except for the crying girl and the old man fighting for breath.

Bud quietly pulled one of the video cameras off of the tripod and walked to his left. He squatted down for a good angle on the curled up girl. He zoomed in on her back and ran the lens down to her exposed ass. It was bri ght red. With her legs drawn up to her chest, her ass was parted, giving the camera a view of her pussy.

Jack got up from his seat and thanked the hotel man for his help. With reluctance, Gregor got up from the couch, and felt the uncomfortable wet spot in his trousers. He picked up the tray he had brought in and looked dow n at the girl still curled up on the floor. She was beautiful and he drank in his last moment with her.

Jack showed him to the door.

Bud replaced the camera in the tripod, and also went to the door. He winked at Jack as he went out.

Jack closed the door behind them and walked to the bathroom. He pulled a jar of cold cream from the cabinet and went back out to the foyer.

Natasha had gotten up off of the floor and was sitting on the edge of the couch. She had picked up her blouse from the back of the couch and sat holding it in front of her. She was gently weeping into her hand. Jack sat down next to her and put his arm around her

"I'm sorry," he said softly. "We had to do that."

Natasha didn't respond. She cried softly into one hand while the other held the blouse up.

Jack leaned back slightly and his eyes traveled down her nude back to the swell of her hips perched delicately on the couch.

"It's all over now," he said in a reassuring tone.

She just whimpered.

"Now, this will make it feel better," he said. "Stand up."

She hesitated for a second and then looked at him over her hand. Her big blue eyes registered her fear. They looked down at the cold cream and then back up at him.

"Come on, stand up," he repeated.

Slowly, clutching her blouse in front of her, she got to her feet.

Jack reached up from his sitting position and gently turned her hips so that her ass came into view. He stared at it for a second. He marveled at it's youthful perfection. He reached down and opened the jar and scooped u p a wad of the cream. He reached out and smeared it across her left cheek. She gasped at the contact. He smoothed it around in a circular motion, adding another dab to the other cheek. He could feel the burning flesh as h e covered her ass.

"Does that feel better?" he asked.

"Y...yesss..." she finally answered.

"Good," he replied. He expanded his motion to include the tops of her thighs.

He reached back into the jar for another wad of cream, and this time touched about halfway down the inside of her left thigh with the cream. She flinched.

Slowly, he moved up her leg, drawing a white line.

"Spread your feet apart," he said.

Natasha reluctantly complied, stepping her right foot out, opening the gap between her legs. The musky smell of her sex greeted Jack's nostrils. He moved his hand down to the inside of her left knee and slowly made a tra il up the inside of her leg. She whimpered at the sensation. He moved his hand in a circular motion, inching his way up her leg, ending only inches from her pussy lips. He ran his finger along the crease where the inside of her thigh met her crotch. He moved his hand back out and once again covered her burning bottom with the soothing cream. After another coat, he set the jar down on the table and stood up. He reached out for her shoulder s and gently turned her around to face him. She stood clutching her blouse in front of her.

"You did very well," he said, reaching up to stroke the hair around her face.

She bit her lip as she stared down at the floor.

Jack reached for her chin and raised it up to face him.

"I'm very proud of you," he said.

Her big crystal blue eyes stared at him for a second in a mixture of confusion and fear, and then closed, forcing a big tear to roll out.

He leaned forward and put his lips on hers. She did not react. He gently pushed his tongue into her mouth. She did not respond, but passively let it open her jaws and explore.

Jack pulled away and looked down at the smooth skin and delicate features of her youthful face. Tears were coming out from her closed eyes. He reached out and put his hand on the blouse she held in front of her.

"Let go," he said softly.

She whimpered, and let out a little sob. "Please," she whispered.

Jack gave the blouse a little tug. "Let go," he repeated.

Slowly she relaxed her grip, and let the material fall from her hands.

Jack pulled it away, once again exposing her big nude tits. He tossed it over at the chair and then reached up and took her hands and pushed them down to her sides.

Natasha sobbed again and turned her head slightly to one side. Tears continued to come from her closed eyes.

Jack stared down at her awesome big breasts. Her big pink nipples stuck out rudely from the center of each mound. He reached up and cupped them, feeling their weight. He leaned forward and put his mouth on her left nippl e. He swirled his tongue around it.

Natasha let out a moan.

He moved his right hand down from her breast and ran it down her smooth stomach to the hair above her pussy.

"Spread your feet apart," he said, his voice thick.

Natasha slowly stepped her left foot outward, allowing him access to her most private place. Jack moved his hand down, running his fingers along the lips of her pussy. He ran them back and forth over it, and found it was  wet. The sensation of her wetness made lust run through him like adreniline. He took her by the hand and led her to the couch. He quickly kicked off his shoes, unbuckled his trousers and stepped out of them, as well as h is underwear.

He looked at the stunning nude girl with the jutting tits standing there, waiting passively for him to do whatever he wanted. He would go easy this first time, he thought to himself.

And he was glad that Bud had loaded in fresh video tapes before he left...

Natasha was not at all happy about having to endure a physical examination. Doctors and hospitals gave her the creeps. Though she hadn't seen a doctor for some time, she had been feeling fine and hadn't needed to. She certainly hadn't wanted to. Jack had explained, however, that it had to be done for the producers, and that for insurance purposes it would have to be thorough. He'd also asked her to look nice for it, as it was important to begin concentrating on image and to leave a good impression. He had also reminded her of the producer's worry about being uncooperative and he told her there would be a number of tests they would need to do, and to be su re to do exactly as the doctor instructed her. After this, it would be off to the exciting location.

Jack had stressed that they wanted to promote her as a fresh face, and he wanted her to dress to suit that image. He'd asked her to start wearing clothes that emphasized youth. At one point, she'd mistakenly mentioned that she still had her school girl's uniform, and had been dismayed when, though she told him she couldn't still fit into it, he'd insisted that she wear it no matter how tight it was. Image was everything, he'd said.

She found her old blazer and tie and Jack had told her to wear the white high heels. Thought the skirt was tight, and now decidedly on the short side, it was the blouse that was the real problem. Even in school, she'd already had to get a special one to accomodate her big breasts, but in the years since she last worn it, she grown bigger still. She could hardly get it to fit, and the result was that gaps were pulled taught between the bu ttons. It looked ridiculous and she'd prayed her seedy landlord wouldn't see her as she left her little room. He was gross, and bad enough when she was dressed normally.

The trip to the doctor's had been very embarrassing. Men had stared at her in this outfit, and she'd seen them talking about her. An old man had sat opposite her on the bus had stared at her in a way that make her feel s ick. He'd even licked his lips, though she didn't know if it was on purpose. After he had gotten off, two teenaged boys, one about her own age and one a little older, had gotten on and looked at her the same way. She had stared down at the floor and tried to ignore them, but they had started talking to her. They had tried to talk her into going somewhere with them, but she had told them she was going to a doctor's appointment. One of the boys had smiled, and asked if they could come too, making her turn bright red with embarrassment. They'd come over and sat on either side of her and asked her questions. Why was she going to the doctor? What was he going to look at? Was she going to a hospital? She'd felt them staring at her chest. The boys even offered to examine her themselves in the back of the bus, and she'd been really glad that there had been so many people on it or  she'd been afraid they might have made her go back there with them.

She found the address that Jack had given her, and saw that it was another drab, grey, two storey building like so many in Moscow. She was relieved at least to find that it wasn't a hospital. As she got closer, however, she almost started to wish it was. The building looked deserted, with weeds growing unchecked along the front and there was a long crack in the glass in one of the front doors. As she looked at the unkept facade, she had to double check the address to be sure it was the right place. It was. She pushed the front door open and entered the building.

The front reception area looked almost as desolate as the front. There was a worn sign listing several doctor's names near the receptionist's desk, but it looked old, like the people whose names were on it were long gone . On a table were several magazines from 1986. It gave her the chills. As she walked farther in, she noticed that there was no receptionist, only a bell with a note, hand-written in English, "ring for service." She tried  to quell her fluttering stomach, and took a deep breath and rang the bell.

A few moments past before she heard footsteps. She felt her stomach flinch as the door facing her opened and an older man wearing a white coat walked in. He looked to be in his late fifties and was not that much taller t han she was, though he was considerably wider. Beneath his thinning white hair were two blue eyes which sized her up.

"Hello, Natasha, I'm Dr. Jackson," he said in a clear American accent. He offered his hand.

"Hello," she replied nervously. She reached out and shook his hand. It was sweaty and she felt queasy at the thought that that hand would be touching her.

"I'm glad to see you're on time," he said, "we've got a lot to do today. You know, these producers want to cover everything. I hope we can finish in one day." He smiled at her. "Or we might have to have you come back."

Her eyes widened slightly.

"Follow me," he said turning towards the door. Natasha followed him as he went down a desolate looking hallway. It looked deserted, like it hadn't been used for years. She followed him into a room on the right and entere d a big office, with a large desk with a client chair in front of it. To the left was a big, plush couch, on which she suddenly noticed two other men. A bank of windows above them with sun streaming through the slats in t he blinds made it a bit hard to see them. They were also older and were dressed in suits and did not look like doctors.

The room looked like a doctor's office from an old movie. There were several anatomy posters and charts on the wall which were yellowed from age and a full human skeleton hung from a metal stand. There were several other  stands behind the desk which held up old fashioned, odd shaped instruments. In the midst of the multitude of devices, though, were two video cameras.

Jackson walked around the desk and sat down and offered Natasha the seat opposite. She sat down, aware of the silent men sitting to her left, and clasped her hands nervously in her lap. She wondered if they were waiting too.

"Thailand, eh?" said Jackson, opening a file, without introducing the other two men. "Every had any major illnesses?" She shook her head no. He looked up at her, his eyes traveled down to her full breasts and the gaps p ulled between the buttons on her blouse. "You certainly look healthy," he said with a smile. He went down the list of major diseases and asked her a few other questions about her medical history.

"How old were you when you reached puberty?" he asked, suddenly looking back up at her.

Taken aback, Natasha thought for a second. The question confused her. She tried to remember.

"I mean," said Jackson leaning forward as though it were a difficult question, "how old were you when hair started to grow around your crotch?"

Her face burned with embarrassment at this crude and explicit question. The thought of the two older men sitting to her left made her squirm.

"Ah...ah...around twelve or thirteen...I think..." she finally answered. She suddenly felt ridiculous in the outfit she was wearing.

"I see," he said, writing in the open file.

"Are you sexually active?" he asked.

Her face burned bright red. She stole a glance at the two men sitting to the side of her, but could only see dim shadows. "Y...yes..." she stammered. She watched him write something into the file. She saw movement on the  couch and noticed suddenly that one of the men on the couch had a camera with a large flash attachment sitting next to him. Her hand went up to her mouth in trepidation. Jackson, noticed her stare.

"We have to have photographic documentation," he said, "for this kind of thing, the producers and the insurance people insist on it."

She gasped, and her big blue eyes looked up at him in alarm.

"It's standard," he said. He looked back down at the file. "How long have you been sexually active?" he asked, continuing with his questions.

Natasha sat stunned at what he'd just said. Her mind raced.

"T...two...about two years..." she said finally. She looked down at the desk.

"Has it been vaginal sex?" he asked.

She looked up in shock at this question. "W..what?"

"Have you been engaging in any oral or anal sex?"

She almost gagged with humiliation at being asked this. She sat dumbfounded for a moment. Her innocent young face registered her shame.

"Let me put it more clearly," said Jackson, leaning forward in his chair as though she were stupid. "Do you take men's penises in your mouth? Or let them use your bottom?"

Natasha's hand flew up to her mouth in shock. "NOOooooo," she replied. Her eyes briefly, nervously, scanned the two other men. She felt sick.

"Never?" asked Jackson. "Never let a man use your ass?" She flinched visibly at the word "ass."

"NOOOOO." She was horrified.

He looked at her skeptically, "And you've never put a man's penis in your mouth?"

She squirmed in her seat.

"Ah...ah...a couple of times..." she finally managed to say.

"A couple? You mean two times?"

Her face became so red that it spread to her delicate ears.

"M...more..."

"I see," said Jackson. "Was it the same penis each time? Or several different ones?"

She choked. She felt nauseous with shame. "D...d...different...some...sometimes..."

He looked at her blankly for a moment and then began to write in the file. She sat in humiliated silence, feeling the eyes of the other two men on her. She was sickened to imagine what they were thinking.

After another few moments, Jackson asked a few more questions, about her diet and exercise. He then opened one of his desk drawers and pulled something out.

"This is your examination outfit," he said. He held up a tiny pair of white cotton athletic style shorts so that everyone in the room could see them. He then held up an equally small light pink top, like half a tank top.  He set them on the edge of his desk and sat back in his chair.

Natasha just stared at the two skimpy clothing items. She could feel the riveting eyes of the men.

The room went quiet, and became thick with tension.

"But since we need documentation," said Jackson, "you look so nice in that outfit let's get a few pictures of you before you change. Why don't you stand up."

Natasha looked to her left and saw one of the men pick up the camera. He began making adjustments to it. Her nerves jumped as she him stand up.

Slowly she got to her feet and stood in front of the chair she was sitting in. She folded her hands together in front of her. Her mind swirled with fear and shame as she tried to take all of this in. She wondered where t his all was going, what was going to happen.

"Okay," said the man with the camera, also with an American accent. "Now tilt your head to one side and give me a smile."

She looked at him blankly for a moment and then managed a weak smile.

FLASH!

Green dots danced before her eyes as she saw the man move to her left. "Okay, put your hand up on your hip and turn to face me."

FLASH!

He posed her again and took a few more pictures. He stopped and looked at her for a moment. Her skin crawled as he looked her up and down.

"Let's have your blazer off," he said.

Natasha felt a lump in her throat as she felt them all staring.

She was powerless. She had to cooperate. She slowly pulled her blazer open and let it slide down her shoulders. She turned and set it on the chair.

The old man took a few more pictures. He had her turn around and look back at him over her shoulder. He then had her turn back to face him.

"Now put your hands behind your back," he said.

She looked perplexed for a moment and then slowly pulled her hands back.

"Stand up straight...shoulders back," he said.

She pulled herself up straight, feeling her blouse strain as her chest stuck out. He took a few more shots and then looked over to Jackson, who nodded at him. He lowered the camera.

"Alright," said Jackson, looking up at her with his hands folded on his desk, "why don't you go ahead and put the outfit on." He leaned forward and took the shorts and top and handed them up to her.

"Just the outfit and your shoes." He looked her in the eye. "Take everything else off."

Natasha closed her eyes for a moment. She fought back the tears as she felt her heart pounding..

"Wh...where..." she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

There was a moment of tense silence.

"Go ahead and do it right here," said Jackson, his voice suddenly thick. "No need to be shy."

She turned and looked at the man with the camera. His face was red and he was staring wolfishly.

"Pl...please...I..." she stuttered.

Suddenly the telephone on the desk rang, jarring them all. Jackson picked it up and began speaking into it. Natasha stood in front of his desk nervously holding the skimpy examination outfit in front of her. Her hands gr ipped it anxiously. She could feel the heat from the stares of the other older two men. She looked to the floor unable to hear or understand Jackson's voice in her distress. Her mind became a swirl. Finally, after several  agonizing moments, she heard him hang up the phone. She looked up at him, her big blue eyes brimming with tears.

"Pl...please...can I change somewhere..."

He looked back at her, causing her to look down at the desk in front of her. His eyes almost burned her.

"Just go ahead right here, we've got a lot to do." he said, sounding slightly irritated.

She fought back sudden tears.

"I hope we're not going to have any trouble with you," said Jackson.

The words hit the teenager like a slap.

"Nooo..." she said, her big blue eyes popping open, sending two tears down either cheek. She reached a finger up and wiped her cheek. "...no...I won't be any trouble."

"That's good," replied Jackson, sounding almost angry, "because I've had it with prima donna actresses. I just toss ‘em out."

Natasha's eyes went wide with fear. She desperately didn't want to get thrown out. She swallowed hard and wiped her cheeks again with the back of her hand. She sniffled.

"I...I'm...sorry..." she said quietly.

He just stared at her. His eyes traveled up and down her body. "Okay," he said. "Now go ahead and take your things off."

The room went silent and thick with tension.

She took a deep breath. She set the outfit back on the desk. Her fingers slowly went up to the knot in her school tie. She began to loosen it.

"That's more like it," said Jackson. He leaned back in his chair.

She pulled the tie down and then up over her head. She set it down on the chair and turned back to face them. She raised her hands to the top of her blouse and began to unbutton it. She opened the first button, and then the second.

FLASH!

She looked up and saw the man with the camera. He was looking at her through the lens. She looked over in horror to Jackson.

He looked back at her blankly. "All part of the documentation," he said calmly.

She felt degraded. Fresh tears welled up as she fought the urge to plead.

She looked down at her exposed heavy cleavage. She closed her eyes again, sending new tears down her cheeks. She could hardly breath she was so ashamed. She popped the third button loose, the fourth, and continued down t o the bottom. She pulled the two halves free from her skirt

FLASH!

She pulled them apart exposing her big bra covered breasts. She pulled the blouse down off of her shoulders and slipped it off. She put in on the chair.

FLASH!

"My, my," said Jackson. "You ARE a big girl."

Natasha blushed again and fought the instinct to bring her arms up to cover herself.

FLASH!

She reached over to the desk and picked up the pink top and the shorts. After a second's deliberation, she turned so that her back was to the men. Still holding the outfit, she reached up behind her and grasped her bra s trap. She popped it loose and slid the bra down the front of her arms, giving the men the exquisite sight of her slim nude back with its gentle ripple of ribs and delicate spine disappearing into her plaid pleated skirt. They could see the sides of her bobbing breasts.

FLASH!

She quickly pulled the little top on over her head and pulled it down as far as it would go, which was not very, just about half way down to her waist. It was very tight and the men could tell by the way the thin little top hugged her back, that they were in for a treat when she turned around.

Natasha then reached up underneath her skirt for her panties. She pulled them down her slender legs and set them on the chair. She stepped into the shorts and quickly pulled them up. She had to wrestle to get them all th e way up. She then reached around and undid her skirt. She slowly pulled the zipper down and tugged the tight skirt over her hips and let it slid down her legs.

The sight of the white shorts was breathtaking. They fit like a second skin around a tight, yet full and round ass. The cleft between the cheeks was clearly visible through the white cotton.

FLASH!

She stood still for a moment.

"Turn around, Natasha," said Jackson.

Slowly the stricken girl began to turn her body around. She instinctively crossed her arms in front of the chest as she turned to face the leering men.

"Take your hands down, Natasha," said Jackson.

She gritted her teeth and slowly lowered her arms, revealing her astounding breasts, perfectly outlined through the thin top. Her extreme nervousness, made her nipples protrud through the material. Her hands made little fists at her sides.

FLASH!

The photographer began walking around her.

FLASH!

FLASH!

"Put your hands up on top of your head," he said.

Natasha closed her eyes for a moment and then slowly reached her hands up. She felt her big breasts rise up on her chest.

FLASH!

FLASH!

He walked all around her again, taking pictures. He bent down and got close-ups of her thrusting bottom.

Finally, he stopped.

"Okay," said Jackson, getting up from behind the desk. "Let's go to the examination room." he walked towards a side door to the left of the big couch. Natasha lowered her arms and followed him.

The adjoining room was painted white and the walls were bare. There was a couch and several chairs along the wall to the right, along with two examination tables set on wheels. One of the tables had stirrups mounted on i t. Next to them was what looked like a saw horse. The wall to the far left was covered with a full length mirror that ran almost from one side of the room to the other. The wall facing them was filled with white cabinets.  To the left of the cabinets, towards the mirror, sat a large wooden "X" with leather straps on it. It too was mounted on wheels. To the right of the cabinets, an assortment of odd looking items were mounted on the wall a bove a long countertop that held numerous containers holding assorted swabs and ointments.

Natasha's throat tightened with fear as she looked around. She looked up and noticed video cameras mounted in each of the room's corners. She turned bright red with embarrassment when she saw her reflection in the mirror . The skimpy outfit hugged her body obscenely.

Jackson walked up to her and took her by the arm. He led her up to the mirror and stopped just a few feet short. He stared at her reflection, his eyes moving up and down. Natasha stared down at a spot on the floor.

Jackson moved around behind her and put his hands up on her shoulders. He began to rub them up and down her bare upper arms in a carressing motion. The old man leaned forward towards her ear.

"This will go much faster, and much smoother, if you cooperate with us," he said in a hoarse whisper.

Natasha stared at the floor. Her nerves were becoming jittery and her stomach was flushed with adreniline.

"You're not going to give us any trouble are you?"

She closed her eyes. "N...n..no."

She felt his hands on her arms and wanted to be sick. A tear popped out and rolled down her cheek.

"Good," he replied. He began to push her upper arms together, squeezing her big tits together. "You're a very lucky girl," he continued, "take a look at yourself."

Natasha opened her eyes to the sordid picture. The old man was looking at her body in the mirror from over her shoulder. He was staring at her breasts which were bulging forward as her arms were pushed together.

"You have great tits."

Natasha closed her eyes again in shame, and then opened them again.

"Put your hands up on your head." He released her arms.

Natasha slowly raised her arms and put her hands on her head.

"Do you ever have any problems with your tits?" he asked.

"N...no," she whispered.

"Look at them," he commanded.

She looked at her big breasts sticking out in the reflection.

"Never noticed any bumps or lumps?" he asked.

She gasped as he reached around in front of her and began to slide his hands up underneath her top.

"No..." She closed her eyes as his fingers reached the big mounds.

"Keep watching," he said.

She opened her eyes again and watched as his hands moved around underneath her shirt. He squeezed and kneaded her breasts.

She gasped again as her rolled her big nipples in his fingers. She could hear his labored breathing in her ear.

Finally, after a few moments of groping, he pulled his hands out and stepped back. "Okay," he said, "I want you to stay just like that for a few moments while I get ready for the examination."

She watched in the mirror as he walked back to the counter along the wall and began to move things around. On the other side of the room, the photographer just stood staring at her- waiting. She closed her eyes again to block out the scene.

Natasha hadn't noticed that the third man had not come in with them. She didn't know that instead he had gone through another door into a dark room filled with cigarette smoke.

"Anybody want their money back?" he asked with a smile. He turned to look at the fourteen seated men. Three others paced nervously behind them. "Now is your last chance." He laughed and looked up at the large window, in  front of which, standing just a few feet away, was Natasha. The eyes of the assembled group were riveted through the one-way mirror on the distraught young buxom girl. To either side were the large television screens fro m which the group had watched the scene in the office.

"Come OOOOONNNNN" said one of them. "Let's get on with it..."

The End