Anyway, a school friend got me the interview, and that's what I've been doing. Then, this week, another friend in New York..." How come you're not in ...he fashion racket?" Ken interrupted."I graduated on a Thursday, and on Friday I decided I couldn't stand the viciousness and stupidity of that business. All the 'great' designers seemed like phonies and opportunists who took other people's work and called it their own, and made clothes no sane woman would wear. I don't feel that way so much now,. I felt the cold blade of a knife slide between my skin and the blouse. He cut the material from neck to hem in one sudden movement. Then he yanked my skirt down my legs and off. I started to shiver with cold and arousal; I was feeling really horny... Then he felt my exposed boobs. I was not wearing a bra that day. He dug his fingers until he made me cry out in pain. He put the flat of the knife against my erect nipples and then he laughed when they contracted at the coldness. I tried to shrink. He also decided not to choose anyone who might know anyone he knew. After days of deliberation he came to his answer. A foreigner. He would go to the international airport find somebody from another country, who was here on business or preferably on vacation. Josh spent the next couple of weeks at the airport. He had spotted a few candidates, good looking guys relatively young who could easily have any girl they wanted. However he had been unable to get any genetic material from them. No hair,. Then, taking his hands away, she felt him slowly push her skirt up around her waist. It caught under her and pulled the crotch band of the soft nylon panties excruciatingly tighter between her open thighs. Now the band slipped, bit, deeper into her cunt slit and, as he bunched the dress around her waist, she felt the band slide into the deep crevice between her buttocks.God, she thought, I'm so exposed and hot! I must look like one of those awful girls to him!The thought seemed to explode in.