<div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
<button class="bbCodeSpoiler-button button--longText button" data-xf-click="toggle" data-xf-init="tooltip" title="Click to reveal or hide spoiler" type="button"><span class="button-text">
<span>Spoiler: <span class="bbCodeSpoiler-button-title">Victoria Lynn</span></span>
</span></button>
<div class="bbCodeSpoiler-content">
<div class="bbCodeBlock bbCodeBlock--spoiler">
<div class="bbCodeBlock-content">
<div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F39%2Fd4%2F59%2F39d45900c0eefef95230aa91074da499.jpg&amp;hash=2d822959a427080f4340a80e8dbccf92" title="39d45900c0eefef95230aa91074da499.jpg">
<img alt="39d45900c0eefef95230aa91074da499.jpg" class="bbImage lazyload" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F39%2Fd4%2F59%2F39d45900c0eefef95230aa91074da499.jpg&amp;hash=2d822959a427080f4340a80e8dbccf92" data-url="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/39/d4/59/39d45900c0eefef95230aa91074da499.jpg" data-zoom-target="1" height="" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" style="" title="" width=""/>
<noscript><img alt="39d45900c0eefef95230aa91074da499.jpg" class="bbImage" data-url="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/39/d4/59/39d45900c0eefef95230aa91074da499.jpg" data-zoom-target="1" height="" src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F39%2Fd4%2F59%2F39d45900c0eefef95230aa91074da499.jpg&amp;hash=2d822959a427080f4340a80e8dbccf92" style="" title="" width=""/></noscript>
</div>
</div>
</div>
</div>
</div><br/>Victoria sat nervously in the waiting room, twirling a strand of her dark brown hair with her purple lowlights. It gave her a distinct look, which she figured couldn’t hurt in the modeling industry. So many girls had the same knockout bodies in LA, so she had to start taking risks to go along with her petite but curvy frame.<br/><br/>She watched a few girls walk in and seem to head out disappointed. She couldn’t take much more rejection before she’d have to call it a mistake moving here from Nebraska a year ago. She’d have to go back home with her tail between her legs, probably work some shitty retail job and be known as one of the silly girls who thought she could make it.<br/><br/>So she told herself she’d go all out for this audition. She wore her best tight dark red dress, her golden toned thighs on display. It hugged her firm, perky rear and had a low sweetheart neckline that her perfect full C cup breasts pushed agaisnt to create an alluring valley of cleavage. Her hair had some twists for a modern look, her makeup smoky but sexy. She wore black stilettos that propped her ass up to create a look that would certainly make a man watch as she walked past.<br/><br/>If this didn’t do it, she just didn’t have it. So as she was called back by the secretary, she stood and smoothed out the bottom of her dress as her heels clicked along the floor. She entered and had to pause as she saw the dashingly handsome man behind the desk, certainly not what she was accustomed to in these auditions. It was usually outsourced either to a panel of older ex models or young interns who didn’t know what to look for. But he was captivating.<br/><br/>She bit her bottom lip as she approached, putting her hand out. “Hello... Mr Hastings?” she said, trying to compose herself. “Thank you so much for making the time to see me.”