"Come in," Rossi boomed.

Judy entered a plush large office and saw an attractive man sitting behind a desk and smoking a cigar. Tony Rossi appeared to be in his mid-thirties, and he had black hair and mustache, a deep taxi, and bright brown eyes. His features were handsome, but there was something sinister about them, too.

"I'm Judy Prentiss," she said. "The new girl."

"Oh, yeah," Rossi said. "Come closer."

Judy shyly crossed the room and stood before Rossi's desk. He studied her in silence. He saw a petite but curvy girl of twenty-five with short curly red hair. Judy's face was pretty enough, but her most attractive feature was her large firm breasts. Rossi's dark eyes focused on the ripe thrust of her tits, and Judy reddened.

"Well, I don't know," he said. "You're kinda short."

"Oh, please, Mr. Rossi," Judy said, "I really need the job. My husband broke his leg and can't work. I learn fast, I really do, and if I wear heels I won't be so short."

"Well, I only use the very best-looking girls," Rossi said, "but I'll check you out. Take off your clothes."

"WHAT?" Judy asked, shocked.

"Honey," Rossi said wearily, "I can't hire you unless I see your figure. I gotta know how you'll look in your costume. So undress – if you want the job."

Judy turned even redder. She'd never undressed for any man but her own husband. She wanted to run out of the room, but she really needed the job. It paid well, and she didn't have the skills to do anything but wait on tables. It looked as if she had no choice but to take off her clothes for Rossi.

"All right," she said nervously.

Judy unbuttoned her prim white blouse and pulled it off, blushing hotly all the while. Rossi's eyes glittered as he studied the tightly-packed cups of her pink bikini bra. Judy felt as if his look was burning right through her. With trembling hands she reached for the zipper of her tweed skirt and tugged it down.