Thread: Sexploited Planet - darkangel76 & Little Rooster

Kyle looked over at Mr. Leber, her eyes pale eyes wide as saucers as she listened, trying to take to heart the things he was saying. Oh, he made them sound so simple, so easy. But the cold hard truth was... it wasn't. As she searched herself inside, she felt as awkward as she had just before entering his office even though she knew she now looked the part. Pretty face be damned. Chewing on her lower lip, she looked at the camera he was holding, the lens lifeless, just a piece of plastic. How was she to flirt with that? Her hands began to tremble slightly as she felt her nerves bubble up rising to the surface as failure began to feel imminent. Mr. Leber would cast her out for sure now send her back to the factory lines! The very thought made Kyle's eyes prick with tears. Immediately, she looked down at the floor, her eyes glimpsing the floor beneath her feet. For a moment, she felt dizzy as a wave of heat washed over her, her body feeling strangely numb as worry consumed her. She wouldn't be able to do this... would she? But she couldn't face the world as a failure. She couldn't tell Alicia she'd done it all wrong. This opportunity would pass her by and when would she ever find another? Kyle felt her legs go weak, her body slumping slightly, so she held onto the door for support. She let her full weight press against it for a moment as she listened to the music play in the background, the sounds soft and sensual as they filled the roomnothing like that blaring music from the shows that filled the halls of the factory. Taking a deep breath, she just shook her head, letting the panic that had etched her face slowly subside as she tried to straighten herself up against the door. She looked up again, her eyes glistening from the tears that had welled up in her eyes and stared directly at the camera lens. As Kyle looked at that camera, a hand moving to flick at her strawberry blonde hair, she decided that it would be impossible to do anything if all she did was flirt with a lens, a piece of plastic and glass that saw... nothing. After all, what was she? A pretty-faced factory worker. A nothing. Swallowing down the lump in her throat, she looked beyond the lens, to the one who'd made promises and claimed to see something... that he could make something of her. Perhaps she could dig a bit deeper and work with that rather than the camera. Besides, he was the one taking the pictures. It only... made sense. Kyle gave another nod, though she still felt unsure. Pushing herself fully upright, she bit down on her lower lip, her body finding the rhythm of the music. One hand tugged on her skirt while the other tugged on a lock of hair, furious tangling itself over and over and over again in time with the music. Anytime her skirt went too high, she blushed a violent shade red, a hand moving to cover her mouth as she giggled. After a while, the music became fun, making her smile. Suddenly, she did little twirls, her skirt billowing, her hair mussing, getting her face so that she had to brush it away. She looked at the cameraat Mr. Leberand gave him a tiny peek-a-boo. Almost instantly, she blushed and bit down on her lip, more giggles erupting as she scampered and pranced back and forth in time to the music. As time passed, Kyle no longer saw the camera barring the way. She truly was looking at Mr. Leber and doing her best to please him, to make him proud. She just hoped a better life would come out of it all in the long run. Maybe, if she gave it her all, such a thing could be possible. How am I doing, Mr. Leber? Kyle asked shyly after a few more twirls and slight adjustment of her breasts in her blouse, causing her cheeks to redden. I hope I'm doing all right. She ran her fingers through her long lo cks as she walked and gave Mr. Leber another peek-a-boo, causing her to go into a fit a tiny giggles and cover her face to stifle the sound. When she brought them down, she was smiling, her cheeks flushed, her eyes bright with hope. I'm trying really hard to do as you said, so I hope I'm getting right.