"Come on, come on," Rossi sighed, "I ain't got all night."

Judy hastily opened the zipper and let her skirt fall to the floor. She stood before Rossi wearing only her skimpy bra and a little pair of pink bikini panties. Rossi admired her curvy little body, ripe round tits and shapely legs. He took in her creamy skin, tiny firm waist, and the adorable little globes of her ass.

"There," Judy said, red-faced with embarrassment, "I hope I'll look all right in the costume."

"I won't know," Rossi said, "till you finish taking off your clothes."

"Finish?" Judy gasped. "But-but isn't this enough?"

"I have to check for scars," Rossi said, looking bored and impatient. "Now, do you want this job or not?"

Judy hadn't known how hard she could blush until that moment. No man had ever seen her naked except Joe, and she could hardly bear the idea of stripping for a complete stranger. But, dammit, she had to have the job. In two weeks of looking, it was the only decent job she'd found. And she and Joe urgently needed the money.

"Yes, Mr. Rossi," she said grimly.

Judy reached around and unhooked her flimsy little bra. Rossi remained behind his desk, puffing on his cigar, eyeing her coolly, as if he were judging livestock. Judy had never felt so embarrassed in her life as when she drew off her bra and revealed her naked breasts.

"Hey, not bad. Not bad at all," Rossi said, showing enthusiasm for the first time.

He ogled Judy's lovely grapefruit-size boobs. The ripe creamy globes stood straight out, firm and flawless, capped with dainty little pink nipples. Judy stood there blushing furiously. She'd always been proud of her pretty tits, but she didn't like some stranger ogling them.

"Okay, now the panties," Rossi said. "And hurry up. I got business to take care of."