"Because I want you to come and do it full time. Be a professional model. You'll get to travel the world, a bit. It's not like the catwalk models, the...y get paid silly money to wear clothes, and they really do travel all over. If you decide to do this, it'll make you a comfortable living, but you wouldn't be a millionaire. Not unless you were very lucky and became the next Sam Fox or Melinda Messenger. I suppose if someone like Playboy had got to you first, you could have become a dollar. “A bit of this and that.” Abella shrugged, crossing her arms. “Sometimes the people in my videos wear underwear.”“But never for very long,” Zel added. “If they know they’re going to have sex, why do they bother getting dressed at all?”Of course. Mike laughed again, the tension caused by the wardrobe fading from his mind. “If Abella’s been showing you porn, I suspect you have lots of questions, actually. We can address those later.” He turned his attention to the nymph. “Naia, do you know. What weapons you have are so outdated as to be useless and potentially dangerous to the station itself. Your defensive capabilities are limited to the security forces. And are targeted towards controlling a civilian base. They can handle a barroom brawl, but a military invasion would mow them down with hardly a notice.”She continued on, “Again So What? There aren’t any threats out there. I haven’t heard of any invaders or so called ‘Pirates’ approaching. This all sounds like fantasy video. She moved a little more against my cock, and that was almost enough to set me off. Hands back up to cup and palm her breasts. She liked that.Light summer dress. Buttons down the front. We broke apart, and I started unbuttoning, hands trembling. I'd waited a long time for this. She stopped me. Took over the job. Dress open to her waist. Bra unsnapped from the front. My hands now on her bare breasts, her nipples stiff, her mouth on mine, tongue exploring. Then down her neck again, jumped to first.