Alisha dropped her purse on his desk and leaned down over it. "Some men think I'm special."

She pushed her tits together, close to his face. She held there, her loose dress falling well away from her body, so Eric could see whatever he wanted.

"That's all?" he said at last.

"Oh noooo!" Alisha purred.

She stood up and swayed her way around the desk. She slid her hands down the front of her dress and eased it up, inch by inch. Her red stockings outlined every curve of her tight calves and thighs as the dress hem slid higher, to the tops of her stockings.

"I pay cash for every part I get from you," she said in a low, sensual voice. "Graduated scale, what shall we say? Blowjob for a commercial, two blowjobs for a speaking part? And if I get a speaking stage role, or soap, then it's anyway you want it for as long as I run in it. Sound good? Have a good look, I'm worth it."

Eric was leaning back in his chair, staring at the young blonde.

Alisha worked her dress hem up the last few inches until the very bottom of her panties could be seen. They were also red, but pulled so tight that they looked semi-transparent and showed the curly blonde hair of her pussy mound beneath.

"Deal?" Alisha spread her legs, thrusting her pussy at Eric's face.

Very slowly he raised his hand, slid it along the curves of Alisha's calf, then on up over her stockinged knee to her thigh, closer until he reached the clip of her garter strap.

"Look, Uncle, I-I think I made a terrible mistake!" Cathy gasped, "I think I…"

"Sit still and watch!" he snapped. "You could learn something."

His voice sounded so harsh that Cathy fell back, blushing and trembling. She wasn't going to learn anything from this, but she would have to wait. She knew she would be on the next bus home.

Eric's fingers moved on slowly upward, easing over Alisha's creamy thighs. "You know, you've got something. But, shit, I get offers like this every day, why should I take you?"