<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e9/Daisy_Holiday_Head.jpg)</div><strong>Character name : </strong>Daisy Holiday (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=220123.msg10829181#msg10829181)<br/><strong>Who : </strong>Rebecca Collins, Ryan Takazawa<br/><strong>Where : </strong>Rebecca's Office<br/><hr/><br/>Rebecca's comments about Marley's lack of experience cut Marley to the quick. It was true she didn't have all that. She had thought being cute and willing to have sex on camera would be enough. It looked like WCP was wanting something more. Afraid that her chance was slipping away, Marley racked her brain to think of an answer. Would cheerleading help?? Sometimes the principal had got on them for being too "provocative." Or would Rebecca think think that was just silly? Marley's mouth opened but no sound came out as she was still stuck on what to answer.<br/><br/>Luckily she was rescued when Rebecca came up with an Option B. The look on Rebecca's face was serious, she wanted Marley to strip for the camera. That didn't sound too bad. After all, that was what she was hoping to get paid to do. But there was also a room full of people on the other side of the very clear glass walls. She glanced over her shoulder and noticed a lot of them were facing her way. Sure, they looked like they were doing something but Marley had mastered that art in high school and knew a faker when she saw one. She wasn't just going to be stripping for Rebecca and an imaginary high roller, she was going to be taking it off for all those people out there too. It wasn't what she expected but Marley had sworn she would do anything to make it big.<br/><br/><strong>"You got it, Miss Collins! Hold on to yer hat!"</strong><br/><br/>Marley felt a bit silly for saying that since she was the one wearing a hat. But she started swaying to a song that was only in her head. She moved her hips like she a grinding down on a cock. Well, not like she had ever actually done. Her encounters had been more of the "guy rolls on top of her, pounds away for a few minutes, rolls off with a grunt" variety. But she had done some research watch WCP video and had a pretty good idea how they wanted their ladies to ride a man. Her gyrations were in a steady rhythm, maybe her cheerleading was a bonus after all.  Marley reached up to the knot in her top and paused a bit as she felt a twinge of nervousness. She covered for this by giving the camera her best girl-next-door smile. Then she untied the knot and exposed her firm C-up breasts. She spun around waving her top like lasso playfully, realizing a second later she had probably just given the office guys more of a show than she intended. Rather than feeling embarrassed, it actually turned Marley on a bit. She was proud of her fit young body, why should she be worried about showing it off?<br/><br/>With this new confidence Marley dropped her top to the floor. She turned around and leaned forward a bit. She gave the camera a sly look over her shoulder as she undid the button on her jeans and started to slide them down. But that look changed as she got her pants halfway down her tand perky ass before they stopped.. Now looking nervous, Marley tried moving her jeans either up or down to no avail.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh. Shit." </strong><br/><br/>Marley had chosen a tight pair of jeans for her interview knowing that sexiness was important. They had been a bitch to get on but she thought they were worth it with how she looked in them. Now she was realizing that might not have been the best idea since she now stuck with half her ass crack showing. And her little topless twirl had gotten the entire office looking her way. Marley didn't know if someone could actually die of embarrassment but at that moment she hoped she would.<br/><br/><strong>"Uhhh... Miss Collins. I reckon I'm having one o' them wardrobe malfunctions..."</strong>