Thread: Sexploited Planet - darkangel76 & Little Rooster

Kyle had to wonder just how many girls like her walked through this very door and sat in this very chair each week. The thought of it made her dizzy, so she focused her pale eyes on Mr. Leber's face. Funny how the light played with his featuresonce frightening, now softer, almost gentleand she couldn't help but stare. Lips quirked up into a small smile, she felt her muscles relaxing, getting used to the idea that she'd made this decision to take the plunge to better her life. As she shifted in her seat, her body naturally falling a bit forward as she leaned one elbow against a crossed knee, she could still hear the reverberating tones from outside. That music. Those sounds of the blaring television as they reverberated against the hard walls and made their way, muffled, into the room in which she sat with Mr. Leber. Kyle swallowed just then, her thoughts wandering as she tried to envision herself dancing for an audience. Only the type of dancing to be expected wouldn't be the sort of her dreams and fantasy. No. But Mr. Leber said he would help. He promised her a life as a virginal porn star! She still couldn't believe that anyone could find such a thing even remotely appealing. But, she had to trust in him and his knowledge of the industry. After all, he was the one sitting behind the desk, who had the office, the title. She was nothing but the lowly factory worker who was fortunate enough to have a pretty face. Just as Kyle's breaths were starting to come more easily, Mr. Leber gestured she enter a different room. She gave him a nod, her strawberry blonde hair falling forward over her shoulders as her head tilted forward. Slowly, she uncrossed her legs and stood up, ready to follow the manher boss, her managerto where he wanted her to go for the photo shoot. The moment her blue eyes saw the room, her tummy fluttered and she felt a wave of nausea rush over her. The room was exquisite, unlike anything she'd ever seen with all its lush amenities. Kyle couldn't help but stare at everything, her face going pale as she took in the sights unfolding before her eyes. Without meaning to, her tiny hand reached out to touch the luxurious wine-colored fabrics that hung across the glass windows. The plush material was soft and cool against her fingertips, like the kiss of the breeze on a spring afternoon. If she closed her eyes, she could almost imagine she was outside, laying against the grass as she'd once done as a childa fortunate experience that most weren't lucky to have, but her parents had found a patch of the verdant green and had allowed her to sit upon it when she was small. Mesmerized, Kyle glided from window to bed, her skin prickling as her mind wandered, filling with lurid visions of the sorts of things that she would be expected to perform on such a lavish piece of furniture. Swallowing down the bile that threatened to rise in her throat, she touched the top blanket, but it didn't last. Like a child stung by a scorpion, she brought her hand back and walked closer to where her new manager was standing, her steps once hard as they'd clacked against floorboards were now whispers as she moved over hushed carpet. Truly, this was like walking on wispy clouds, like floating on air. Taking a shaky breath, she turned to look at Mr. Leber, her lips trying to quirk upward into a smile. But, it was difficult. She was nervous, terrified. Finally, Kyle nodded when she realized she was to shower and change. She took note of the clothing he wished for her to don and licked her lips in a vain attempt to wet them. All right, Mr. Leber, she said softly, though it sounded more like a squeak. Oh, she wanted to run and hide, duck underneath those plush blankets covering the large bed before her. But instead, she turned on her heel and made for the wardrobe, her fingers busily rummaging through clothes in hopes to find the exact garments her new manager had requested. It didn't take long, before she knew it, Kyle found the skirt and blouse, the material thin and cold, so much lighter than the frock she currently wore. No doubt this bit would show off much more skin and leave little to the imagination. Then again, this was what she saw on the television. Girls running around in tiny skirts where cheeks hung out and legs were bare. There was never any shame, though... she didn't know how anyone couldn't harbor some. Just knowing that someone was looking, judging. It was terrifying. Kyle entered the shower room, twisting the knobs to adjust the water to the perfect tepid temperaturetoo hot and her skin would become too red. She breathed in deeply as the scent of lilac filled her nose. It was delicious and dreamy and made her sigh in contented bliss. Truly, this part was nice. She then removed her shoes and slowly shimmied out of her blue skirt, the garment pooling at her feet as she slipped off her black top and cast it onto the floor next to the tiny pile she was creating. Once naked, she shivered, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror hanging on the wall in front of her. Her body was slim yet shapely, her hips perfect for gripping. Truly, she was fortunate, just as Alicia had said. She dared to let a hand trace over the curves of her abdomen, moving upward so that they could cup her breasts, pinch a nipple... A heat swept over Kyle's face as she let her hands explore a little, but she couldn't help herself. Soon, so soon, others would be touching her body and not once had she tried or taken much notice of what she was or had to offer. She supposed all of that was about to change once she finished her shower. Stepping into the warm spray, she let her hands glide over her arms, taking in the feel of each curve, each angle. There was a softness there, smooth and delicate and so very feminine. Her hands slid back to her breasts, the nipples taut where they'd been soft and supple only moments ago. She giggled nervously and bit down on her lip, her hands moving to touch her thighs and finally, though hesitantly, between her legs. She gasped and pulled them away. Her cheeks hot as she clasped her hands together in front of her tummy. Could she do this? Could she really? Kyle had to wonder as the water ran in rivulets down her spine, along her chest. If she couldn't touch herself, how would she be when others did? She supposed she'd get over it. It was just jitters. Besides, she'd have her manager watching over her, she'd be keeping her virtue. Everything would be all right. When Kyle finished her shower, she quickly dressed in the outfit she knew met Mr. Leber's expectations and slowly, timidly, walked out to meet him in the rich room that awaited. She flicked her strawberry blonde hair, still a bit damp from the water, over a shoulder and waited. One hand moved to smooth the short red plaid skirt she wore, only there was so little material, she knew she was doing it more out of nervous habit than out of need. Biting down on her lip, she brought her hands to her side, one reaching to tug a bit on the strange socks she wore that covered up a good part of her legs. I... I'm ready, Mr. Leber, Kyle stated. Her blue eyes showed fear and uncertainty though her expression showed determination. What am I to do? she asked.