Selina sat on a park bench in the afternoon sun, looking radiant as always. She crossed her long legs and smiled. “So I just finished another modeling gig,” she said, brushing a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “This one was for a Japanese school uniform line. White blouse, super short skirt… and those black thigh-highs that go all the way up. They even put me on the magazine cover.”

She bit her lip, clearly remembering. “The second I put that uniform on I got so turned on. The skirt barely covered anything, and every time I moved the thigh-highs just made it worse. I couldn’t even wait until the shoot was over.”

Selina laughed softly. “I texted my boyfriend Octavian and told him to get to the studio now. The second we had a break I pulled him into the dressing room, hiked that tiny skirt up, and let him fuck me against the mirror while I was still wearing the whole outfit. He came so deep inside me I had to be careful not to drip on the clean uniforms.”

She stood up from the bench, smoothing her dress, and started walking away with a happy little sway in her hips. “God, I love my job.”