Small pre-Econ snippet.
"Too short," Darien mumbled at the casting director, and waved the girl away. The next one was a few inches taller, but her face was jacked like a Picasso. "Definitely not." A brunette took the stage, impossibly tall and beautifully tanned, wearing a loose hoodie. "Can you take that off, please?"
She sighed and unzipped the jacket, releasing a pair of perfectly round, obscenely perky tits barely restrained by a black tank top. Darien's cock woke up for the first time in hours. "Can you take that off, too?"
The girl tossed her shiny curls over her shoulder and squiggled out of her tank. Her bra was definitely too small: boobage was spilling out the top of the overworked cups. "Thank you. You're through."
She gathered her clothes and joined a giggly blonde off to the side. Two down, eight to go. "Next, please."
Violet eyes flashed at him across the room, unmistakable in their brilliant color, and he remembered the girl from the lobby. This one was firecracker, and now his cock was screaming. And now she was wearing only leggings. "Can you turn around, please?"