Lucy Collins stood before a tropical backdrop on a sound stage, wearing only a skimpy red bikini that clung to every inch of her slender, curvaceous figure. The beautiful redhead pouted, smiled and posed for the flashing cameras - wishing she didn't have to do this to make money. Her dreams of being an 'actress' had quickly been crushed when she had been turned down from pretty much every casting call she had attended; constantly told that she was 'not what they were looking for'.
She had been forced to get into modelling instead to try and put her name out there, which had meant months of skimpy lingerie shoots, underwear and swimwear modelling. Her body was slender, but nicely curved; with a round, firm butt, wide hips and big D cup breasts that she always ended up squeezing into the bras at these photo shoots. Her bright red hair tumbled down around her shoulders, and had become her trademark feature, along with her ample bust.
"That's great Lucy," the Director called over. "I think we have all we need."
Lucy nodded and headed to the changing rooms. There was something satisfying about getting paid to show off her body, but she would have rather been acting with her clothes on. She changed out of the bikini and into her work clothes; a simple pair of jeans that hugged her hips and butt and a tank top that displayed her cleavage. It wasn't necessarily intentional, but it was hard to find good clothes that didn't draw attention to her curves.
The extra money she made at these shoots came in handy, but Lucy had to work part time at a diner downtown to make enough money to get by. It was pouring with rain when she stepped outside, so she decided to hail a cab for the trip downtown...
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