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The Interview (18+)
🕑 Added 2024-12-04 13:08:17 +0000 UTCI was able to recover some files from a backup of my old hard drive and there is a set of images related to my earlier posts about the forest glade. I did some iterating and touching up of another pic to produce this post, and here is some flavor text below. Maybe I can do other such interviews for ladies wanting to join The Blooming Rose.
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She stood nude in the meadow, her medium-toned skin glowing warmly in the soft sunlight. Her wavy brown hair tumbled over her shoulders, strands catching the breeze as she shifted her weight slightly, accentuating the soft curves of her hips and the full swell of her chest. She was already deep into the interview, her bare form on full display for her potential clients at The Blooming Rose, a place where her suffering and allure would be both spectacle and service.
The tree above her was adorned with beautiful blossoms. Its pollen floated thick in the air, teasing her ticklish nose with every gust of wind. She sniffled softly, the sound wet and involuntary, and brought her hand to her nose in an attempt to control the drip escaping her reddened nostrils. Her fingers hovered there briefly, considering whether it would be better to maintain some poise versus letting her allergies overwhelm her completely. She instinctively rubbed her itchy nose, smearing the moisture rather than stopping it, and then struck another hopefully alluring pose.
Her chest rose and fell in labored breaths as she hoped her allergic display was enough for this strange evaluation, her face showing signs of another incoming sneeze. She tilted her head back slightly, allowing the breeze to carry more of the pollen to her flaring nostrils, her full lips parting as her breath hitched.
“Hhh… hhh… hh’TCHHHhhiew! Hhh-HH’TSSHHHiew!” The sneezes erupted full and uncovered from her itchy flared nostrils, her body jerking slightly. Her breasts bounced gently, glistening with a light sheen. She turned her head gracefully, the faintest trace of a smirk curling her lips as she sniffled again, louder this time, the sound wet and pitiful, alluring in its own way. “Snrrrffhh… snffffhhh…”
She tried to maintain composure, though her reddened nose and glistening upper lip betrayed the sheer effort it took. Her eyes, brown and watery, met the interviewer’s as she spoke through her congestion, her voice low and sultry despite the circumstances. “I hope… snfffhh… this is what you’re looking for. Springtime makes me… nghh… miserable,” she said with a quiet plaintive moan as she rubbed her allergic nose which just couldn’t stop itching. “But for this, it’ll be worth it.”
She shifted her stance again, raising her arms slightly to frame her face and chest, her posture exuding confidence even as her nose twitched uncontrollably. Her breath hitched again, her expression shifting into one of helpless anticipation.
“Ahhh… ahhh… hhHH’TCHHHhhiew! Hhh… hh’TSSHHHiew!” The sneezes wracked her body once more, this time leaving a faint mist hanging in the air as she sniffled loudly and rubbed at her nose with wet fingers, the gesture almost teasing in its futility. Her voice thickened as she murmured, “It’s… hh-hh… not easy, but… hh’TSSHHHHhhhew! …I think I can handle it.”
