He couldn't take his eyes off her for even an instant. "Sure, honey… It'll be all over before you know it. But first… let's have a peek at the rest of you… You know how much a model like you could make an hour? Fifty dollars to a hundred and fifty at least… God, kid, I could make you rich! But I've got to know if you have any scars of deformities. Let's give Dobkins a peek, huh?" The gums of his teeth showed with that smile and his surfer blonde hair fell over his forehead in strands.

"You really think so?" interrupted Mimi, suddenly feeling as if God had smiled on her, answering all her financial problems in one afternoon. She reached behind with both hands and unclasped the three catches of her 32-D brassiere. "See… I haven't got any scars," letting her bra slide down over her bare arms. Her proud young breasts quivered vulnerably in the open air and she could feel her tautly upthrust nipples harden instantly as Dobkins' riveting appraisal locked on them. They stood up firm on their own, without the slightest sag, her rigid, pink-hued buds thrusting boldly straight ahead like two tiny pink eyes returning his eager gaze.

Slowly, reluctantly, his eyes left the twin jutting bulges of her fully ripe breasts, following down along the smooth unblemished expanse of her flat belly, past the puckered indentation of her perfect navel… all golden tan as ripe wheat.

"Now the panties…" he said, almost afraid to push his good luck any farther.

She complied unhesitantly, feeling like Queen for a Day, she caught the tight elastic waistband of her panties and peeled them down over the gentle swell of her flaring hips. She pulled her modest white panties down past her knees, exposing a chestnut vee of velvety pubic hair.

Mr. Dobkins was near delirium, his eyes glazed with growing lust as he eyed the gorgeous, full-bodied girl who was peeling down to naked flesh. Nude girls were nothing new to him… Christ, he was bored with them… but this little honey. Virginal, innocent, naturally beautiful!