<div class="floatleft">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/ryan_thumb.png) (http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/asian-boys-32001.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Ryan Takazawa (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=220123.msg10858253#msg10858253)<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Rebecca Collins, Daisy Holiday<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Outside of Rebecca's Office<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Ryan couldn't really make out any of the conversation within the office. The most he got was the muffled sounds of the brunette's speech, an enthusiastic country girl if he ever saw one. At least, from behind. It didn't seem to be anything outrageous, though the camera Rebecca had pulled out seemed to be a curious inclusion. When the brunette stood up, though, he suddenly had a better understanding of what was going on.<br/><br/>The poor boy must have stuck out like a sore thumb. Everyone else in the office was still pretending to do work, just taking glances up through the glass wall, but Ryan's mouth dropped slightly and his eyes locked onto the swaying, dancing, stripping form of the potential new hire. His head tilted downward towards the monitor, his gaze observed the swaying hips, taking in the woman's perfect form as she tossed the top down with confidence.<br/><br/>He almost spilled his coffee as Steve elbowed him in the side.<br/><br/>"Pick your jaw up off the floor, man," he grumbled softly. "You want them to take it private?"<br/><br/>"Oh," Ryan muttered, eyes looking back at the monitor. "S-sure." It's not like he hadn't seen tits before, though it had been some time since he'd seen any in person. Man, high school felt so long ago. Yet the atmosphere, the pure confidence the woman exuded as she danced for the gawking audience, well, Ryan was struggling to mentally suppress an erection. The last thing he needed was for his pants to start tenting in front of his co-workers.<br/><br/>He suddenly heard the muffled sound of the girl's voice, barely making out her strong southern accent, and brought his eyes back up to her. She was leaning forward, breasts hanging provocatively, with her jeans caught about her hips and ass. His brow furrowed in confusion, uncertain what he was looking at, when Steve and many others in the office began to silently snicker.<br/><br/>"What?" he asked, leaning towards his co-worker. "What's going on?" But before Steve could answer, Rebecca was already walking about the desk to help remove the girl's pants. Steve held his hand over his mouth, doing his best not to burst into laughter.<br/><br/>"Looks like the poor girl wore too skinny a pair o' jeans," he said softly, ending with another fit of the giggles. Ryan looked around, noting others were laughing as well. He looked to the brunette, watching her struggle with Rebecca to disrobe her, sexiness suddenly gone from the picture.<br/><br/>"What a poor girl," he couldn't help but confess. "She has to be humiliated."<br/><br/>"Oh, please," Steven waved off. "Have you seen them recording yet? People end up passing gas mid-take. You seen a pornstar come in sick? Sometimes the end result ain't pretty." Ryan's co-worker crossed his arms, shaking his head as he leaned in, pretending to point out something on the monitor to Josh.<br/><br/>"Yeah," Josh sighed. "It isn't getting naked you have to sacrifice your dignity for. It's all the other things your body does, whether a camera is pointed at you or not."<br/><br/>Ryan looked at his two coworkers for a moment before gazing back up towards the glass window. The thought of that brunette passing gas in the middle of sex certainly caused his slowly growing erection to waver. It was a weird mental thought to have, but it at least saved him from a tenting pair of pants.<br/><br/>Then Rebecca pulled out a purple dildo.<br/><br/>"Jesus," Ryan sighed, looking down at the monitor. He took a nervous sip of his coffee, though he wasn't sure why<em>he</em>was the one that was nervous. Not like he was being interviewed, right?