She leans back in her chair, and her eyes roam over me again. I left out that it was for the elementary school football team in my small town. The application asked for dance experience. Her eyes scan the document as they scanned me-with precision and no emotion. Her eyes go from me to the papers on her desk. I clench it in my hand, telling myself over and over not to cover my body with my hands. I slowly get up from the chair and pull my dress over my head. I can’t remember the last time I was naked in front of another person, and I thought we’d build up to it. I want the job, I rush to say as I wet my lips. She looks like a naughty teacher ready to give out a spanking, and I swallow hard because I’m definitely not looking for one. Her large red-rimmed glasses sit on the edge of her nose. I’d swear I was in a law office and not a place for call girls and strippers. This place is nothing like I thought it was going to be. It’s the first time she’s bothered to look at me since another woman led me into her pristine office. She turns her head away from her computer screen to finally look my way. I don’t have all day and we’re down a girl. She hits each key with precision while I sit there, unsure if I heard her right. C lothes off, Vivian orders, not bothering to look my way as she clicks on her keyboard with her perfectly polished nails.
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