Ginny obeyed, and with reddening face turned her naked backside to his greedy, probing gaze. Her buttock's cheeks were tightly clenched, and were nicely firm and high, and they tucked under tantalizingly at the tops of her creamy smooth thighs. Long and supple, her bare legs stretched in twin perfect lengths to the trim swell of her calves. Even her bare feet were tauntingly inviting – dainty little-girl's feet with tiny, curled-under toes as she stood before him, quivering a little with embarrassment.
"Ummmmm… that's quite a nice little body you've got there, Ginny. You should go a long way with a figure like that."
She turned back to face him, making no attempt to cover her nudity, "I'm only interested in getting this job, Mr. Bondman. Nothing else."
He laughed nervously, "Sure, sure. I understand… But there is just one more thing, though."
"What, now," implored Ginny, stopped in mid-reach as she started to pick up her clothes, "I thought you said this was all."
"I did… I did," replied Bondman, reaching into his right-hand desk drawer, "But I need a couple of pictures for your new boss. I can do a better job of 'selling' him if I can show him what a beautiful girl you are. Just lie down there on that couch and I'll take a couple of quick professional shots with my Polaroid; and don't worry, I'll give 'em back to you and you can do whatever you want with them, as soon as I show them to Sidney."
Ginny hesitated, "I don't know about any pictures. What proof do I have that you'll give them back to me? I don't want any pictures of me like this just floating around."
"You can trust me, honey. Now just lie down there, and look sexy. You want the job, don't you? Why you could easily be knocking down two hundred a week in just a few months. Isn't that worth it?"
She decided not to argue, and sat down on the edge of the shoddy sofa, her knees clamped together and her arms folded demurely across her jutting breasts. She squirmed uncomfortably as he fumbled with the dials on the camera and inserted a flashbulb in the top.
"No, no, not like that," he said, "You can give me a better pose than that. How about stretching out kinda sexy like? You know, like in the girlie magazines."
Ginny followed his instructions, and sprawled across the sofa, first brushing off the dust before she allowed her bare flesh to touch the tattered upholstery. She leaned back against the opposite arm, propping her head there, both hands at her sides. He suggested she turn slightly on one side, and she obediently shifted her weight so she faced the camera, her flesh tingling as the camera lens aimed straight at her unclothed form.
"Put one leg over the other… I want to see some of that nice inner thigh in the shot."
Ginny obeyed, and readjusted her long, bare legs, tiny strands of soft pubic hair visible from between her slim thighs. Marty smiled his approval, "Yeah, honey… right there. That's perfect. Now hold it!"
He snapped one shot, popped in another flashbulb, and changed angles for a second photograph. Ginny was crimson with embarrassment, praying for this sickening humiliation to end. But his second shot became three, then four, and five.
"Please Mr. Bondman… You have enough pictures. Can't we stop now?" pleaded Ginny, sitting up on the sofa, her long legs clamped together futilely. She started to fold her arms across her bulging breasts again, but it felt foolish, so she let her arms fall to her sides.
Marty placed the camera on his desk and came toward her, his eyes telegraphing his intent as obviously as flashing billboards.
"Mr. Bondman… Mr. B-Bondman… p-please… don't look at me like that. You're frightening me…"
Marty laughed menacingly. "Frightening you!? Me? Come on, baby… You've got nothing to be frightened of. Not from Marty Bondman."
Ginny squirmed against the cushions of the sofa, vainly trying to cringe away from this awful, frightening animal leering at her like she was so much buyable merchandise.
She tried to swing her naked legs off the sofa as he sat down beside her, but he grabbed her quickly by both ankles and shoved her back at his side.
"Now… Please, no! Don't touch me! Don't touch me!" she screamed.
"Go ahead and scream your fucking head off, bitch! It's after five now, and there's nobody on this floor except you and me," sneered Marty. His fingers were already unfastening his belt, a move that immediately caught Ginny's frightened eyes.
"What are you doing!? What are you doing!?" She grabbed the back of the sofa and attempted to pull herself up onto the high arm, but he grabbed her legs and pulled her easily back to his side.
"You're not going anywhere honey," smirked Marty, his belt undone and his pants half-open at the top of his zipper, "You wouldn't want to run off and leave me all alone, now would you, bitch? I've got a little somethin' here for you. Seein' as how your old man's been gone for seven months, I thought you could use a little of this to tide you over till he gets back."
"Don't talk like that, please… you're frightening me… Please!" begged Ginny, her eyes clouded with tears.
Marty squeezed her calf firmly in his strong, confining grip, holding her effectively, and yanked his zipper all the way down with his free hand.
"Here you are, sweetheart," he said, "Just what you needed, huh?" He reached inside like he was probing deep in a grocery bag, and pulled his thick hose of a penis out in the open. It flopped over his zipper in a rubbery, bulky knob, the tip slowly swelling in size as it hit the open air.
Ginny shrieked with terror as the heavy-set man's penis was suddenly cast before her, "Stop it, Mr. Bondman! Stop it or I'll scream… I'll scream, I mean it!"
Marty only grinned, and grabbed both her trim ankles, pulling her further down onto the sofa, her head now clear of the padded arm. She reached behind, and struggled to get a firm grip on the sofa arm, but Marty slapped her hands back to her side. "Now you behave yourself, little lady, or you'll wish you had when I've finished with you."
Ginny shook with unbridled fear and revulsion as the balding, squat man rose to one knee, dropping his pants and rumpled undershorts to mid-thigh. She could now see all of his bulky, thick cock and his huge balls, dangling like two leathery bulbs beneath the short, stubby knob of his prick.
Marty could see her sizing him up, making all sorts of appraisals of his manhood, and it made him laugh to know what thoughts must be running through her mind right at this moment. They all looked at him this way – at first. Maybe his little pumper wasn't much to look at now, but he knew what surprises it had in store for this snooty little bitch! She thinks she's too good for the likes of me, I'll bet… Baby, what a surprise you've got coming! I'm gonna pump you up like a basketball. You'll be begging for it before I've finished with you, bitch!
He couldn't help grinning as he looked over his find, taking in her youthful, perfectly ripened loveliness. She was like a juicy, fresh-picked peach – all naked and inviting, lusciously perched on a pedestal, awaiting his touch, his mouth, his lips.
He lifted one knee awkwardly, almost losing his balance, and shoved it between Ginny's bare hip and the back of the sofa, edging her away from the cushion until he straddled her securely, pinning her flat down on her back like a helpless insect.
Ginny squirmed to escape him as he raised on one knee and yanked his pants down over his ankle, over his already bare foot, taking advantage of his momentary clumsiness. But Marty was way ahead of her; he pinned her instantly with one hand right in the middle of her smooth, flat belly, tightly smashing her against the sofa as he pulled his pants free of his other leg and tossed them on the floor beside him.
Her body's strength to resist now weakening, Ginny pleaded helplessly for him to leave her alone, her mind a whirling, half-dazed windmill of fear and humiliation.
Oh, God, please… Don't let this awful thing happen to me! Please… I'll never be able to look Fred in the face again! Oh, please, help me… Help me! I couldn't live with the shame of this horrible nightmare!