Romance
By
Olivia Bell
Chapter 1
For a minute Devon felt like he couldn't talk, he took a look at her tits for just a moment, seeing how firm and big they were. He knew that she would look good in a red dress with a slit up the side. He knew she would look wonderful advertising with him.
“Devon?” she finally asked him, feeling her face growing hot when she noticed that he was checking her out.
“Sorry, I lost my train of thought for just a moment. I was wondering if you would like to take on a job.” He stated his reason for looking for her.
“What kind of job is it?” Jasmine asked him, wanting to make sure that she knew what it was before she said yes.
“It's a modeling job for the dating show.” Devon was straight with her when she shook her head at him.
“Please, we are in a tight spot right now. The model we did have died in a car accident; we just found out recently. You see the predicament I am in?” he told her, explaining that he was in trouble with the dating show that was finally getting off the ground. They were just missing one thing, a model.
“I'm very sorry for your bad luck. I'm not sure if I could do something like that. I don't know if I could sport my body on the television set with whatever clothes you might pick out for me. I need to practice lines.” She tried listing a million reasons why she couldn't do it.
“You really don't want to be working here, do you? I know you don't, don't answer that. I will pay you well, out of my own pocket. Even for practicing, for your time it will be cash in hand. You will be making more money than you are here. Probably more money within just a few practice runs,” Devon told her, seeing that she was thinking about it.
Jasmine knew that it beat cleaning disgusting toilets because no one really cared about cleaning up after themselves. It was like since they knew that someone would be cleaning up their mess, they didn't even try to wipe the seats down when they were finished going to the bathroom. She knew that he was right, she knew that she didn't want to be cleaning bathrooms for the next year or so, or maybe even longer than that.
“Promise me that you're not going to put any skimpy clothing on me.” She pointed a finger at him. She wasn't going to do it if he expected her to show a lot of skin.
“I'm not going to. I promise and if everything goes well I will have you working for me as a model. You wouldn't have to worry about coming back to this job ever again.” Devon promised her, even though he was desperate to find a model, he knew that she would do a great job with the way her body looked and her smile that she had given him many times since he had met her when he walked into his office for work.
“I guess I could help you,” Jasmine finally answered him. She finally gave into him, sighing with relief that she didn't have to do anymore cleaning after that night.
“Great, I will see you tomorrow night then. I have to talk to my friend Ken who already agreed that you could be the model for it. He just wants to take a look at you first thing in the morning,” Devon told her, letting her know that everything had already been worked out before he had asked her.
“How early? I have college classes that I need to get to as well. I don't want to mess up my schooling. I want to become a lawyer and I've been working so hard at it.” Jasmine told him a little bit about herself.
“When do you start school?” He raised his eyebrows, wondering how many years she had left of
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