Thread: Sexploited Planet - darkangel76 & Little Rooster

Never in all her life had Kyle felt as nervous as she did in that moment while she stood there. It was utterly surreal. She knew she looked the part and the scene before her definitely set the tone, but... she felt jittery and most certainly not herself. No doubt if Alicia could see her she'd laugh. The plain girl was all friendly smiles and encouragement, coveting the face and body she didn't have... but if she could see her now as she stood there shaking, trembling... so very terrified as she looked over at Mr. Leber, no doubt that plain-jane girl would get some sort of satisfaction out of it. Kyle wasn't sure why she was taking out her nervous venom on the girl working in the factory below. Perhaps it was just easier to do so when she couldn't see her face or her bright eyes when she smiled. She couldn't hear the laughter or feel that gentle touch when she'd patted her on the back as she whispered that she go and seize the moment. Ugh! Why was she blaming Alicia for her sudden stage fright! Because it... it was easier. Just then, Kyle felt her cheeks grow warm. She looked down at her feet wearing the pretty shoes and she couldn't help but smile. The graceful curves of her legs were covered by the white socks, which accentuated her form and silhouette as she stood there and hesitated. Mouth dry, she let the tip of her tongue dart out and lick at her lower lip. She then puckered her lips slightly and gave Mr. Leber a nod. I... I think so, Kyle answered though, truth be told, she wasn't sure. But, she would try her best to do as he'd suggested. This was her life and she wanted it to be better, to make her new manager proud. Without thinking, Kyle brought one hand up to her hair and began to twirl a finger innocently about one of her red curls. The other, she brought up to her mouth and gently began tapping it against her full lower lip, pursed into a tiny pout as she walked toward the bed and then sat down. Still nervous, she sat on the bed's edge, her knees kept together, her back straight though arched at its base as she place her hands against her knees. Frowning slightly, Kyle tilted her head and arched a brow. Oh, she felt beyond awkward. However was she going to manage this? Lifting one leg, her short skirt sliding upward, revealing more flesh, she crossed it over one knee. She then leaned forward and propped her chin against a hand and began to nervously chew on her thumbnail, the action causing her breasts to squeeze together between her arms. I do know I will try my best Mr. Leber, sir, Kyle then stated, her lips turning upward into a small smile, her cheeks still red as she lifted her free hand and tugged at a red curl. Kyle then turned to watch a few clips that Mr. Leber had set up for her to see. She bit down on her lower lip, her fingers twirling her hair as she watched them with great intent, not wanting to miss a thing. Her future was at stake and thus her life. When they finished, she felt her cheeks burning. Sitting a bit more upright, she looked over at her boss, now manager and smiled, though her hands were touching her cheeks, taking in their intense heat. Giving Mr. Leber a nod, she stood up and walked over to the door per his instructions. I am, Kyle said as she made her way over to the door. Upon reaching it, she looked at it, not quite sure what to do. Was she to touch it? Hold it? Grab the door knob? She really wasn't certain and felt like she just might fail even after she'd claimed to be ready and after watching all those clips. Taking a deep breath and smoothing out the red plaid of her skirts, she decided to take a hold of the edge of the door and lean against it until instructed otherwise. Her leg naturally fell along the one side of it as she leaned, again her one hand moved to tug on her hair. What should I do first, Mr. Leber?