"What can I do?" Bill asked. "I could give you a loan."

"That wouldn't help," Judy said desperately. "Isn't there something I can do to make a living."

Bill seemed to think about it a moment. He looked her up and down.

"You know," he said. "There is a place where we could put you. If you're willing."

"Where?" she asked.

"We own a model agency. Just a small place that does select bits for individual clients. You might fit right in."

"A model," she said.

"It pays very well. Of course, you have to have the right kind of figure for it."

"I've kept myself in good shape," she said. "That's right," he said. "I've noticed. But you might be a little heavy on top."

"I'm not that heavy," she said. "Ron never complained."

"A man would never complain about a pair of tits like you've got," Bill said. "Never."

She had never had that word used about her before. She thought about getting up and walking out. She didn't. Then she knew the moment had passed and that something had changed between them.

"Maybe we can work something out," Bill suggested softly.

Bill got up and walked to his office door. He closed it and locked it with a soft click. She felt her heart pounding a little faster.

"What are you doing?"

"I wouldn't want anybody to walk in," Bill said. "It might make you shy. You see, I have to examine the merchandise before I sell it to the clients."

"I don't know what you mean," she said.

"Sure you do, baby," Bill said.

Bill was behind her. She could hear his heavy breathing in her ear. She didn't turn. She didn't move as he leaned over and kissed her neck gently. His teeth nipped. One of his hands gripped her shoulder. His hot hand moved down from her shoulder and across the slope of one tit.