I Can Use Filthy Game Currency In The Real World
Chapter 73: Oops, Too Sexy!

Chapter 73: Oops, Too Sexy!

The photographer would demand pose after pose, clicking away like a maniac. The staff would stare at her body the whole time, and eventually, all their eyes—including the photographer’s—would creep toward her crotch and ass.

"What the fuck am I thinking!" But reality wasn’t that wild fantasy. It was just her and me in the shoot.

And I wasn’t some random photographer—I was Alex, the manager who’d interviewed her and seen her face from day one.

"Uh, I’ll change in that office over there. Sorry, no fancy locker room here..."

"Manager, don’t you work here...?"

"Haha, yeah, yeah. Just messing with you a little. Go change and come out when you’re ready. Let’s kick things off... on that bed over there!"

Emma flicked her eyes to the bed I pointed at, snatched the clothes from the box, and opened the door in front of her to step inside.

It looked like a basic office.

One big chair, two skinny ones. A huge desk with a nameplate on it, like it belonged to some hotshot mall CEO.

Rustle—zip—

Emma started peeling off her clothes slow and steady. She’d worn stuff that was easy to slip off for today’s shoot—a gray tracksuit and a bra that popped out once she unzipped her top.

"Hmmuhh." She stopped after stripping down to her underwear, standing there half-naked, and let out a shaky breath.

Truth be told, she never thought she’d end up here.

It didn’t start as anything big.

Emma always said she loved buying all kinds of underwear. She didn’t even know why. No one was gonna see it, and the prettier the design, the more it dug into her skin.

But she kept snagging cute bras and panties like she was building a collection.

Every time she slipped them on, she’d get this random rush—like her heart was racing for no reason. She wanted someone to catch a glimpse of her underwear and picture her rocking something sexy.

Then she started doing promo modeling at school. She got hooked on the idea of being a "model" for photoshoots and started daydreaming about posing as an underwear model for the shopping sites she browsed.

She loved getting her picture taken as a school promo girl—it felt amazing. But what would it be like as an underwear model?

Maybe she secretly wanted everyone to see her stripped down to her bra and panties.

Emma unhooked her bra and carefully slid off the black one she’d been wearing, setting it down on the desk. She ran her hands over her chest, checking for any weird marks her underwear might’ve left behind.

"Good thing I wore a bigger one today..."

She’d only taken off her bra, but Emma’s nipples were already sticking out, hard and perky. She slipped on the thin-strap bra like she’d done it a million times.

"Phew..."

From the outside, the bra looked decent enough, but once she put it on, it was way sexier than she’d expected.

She wasn’t sure if it was on purpose, but the fabric covering her tits was so thin it stood out even when she stayed still. When the lace shifted over it, though, you could barely see anything.

But the second she moved even a little? Her nipples were on full display, no hiding them.

Emma’s heart was already pounding like crazy. She didn’t usually wear stuff like this, but here she was, about to pose in front of someone and get her picture taken.

A strange, warm feeling started spreading through her lower belly.

Emma cleared her throat with a little cough. She stood alone in the empty office, stripping down to change her clothes. She quickly yanked off her panties, letting them drop to the floor, and grabbed the t-shirt she’d been eyeing.

"Oh no. No way I can wear this," she thought, staring at it.

Knock—

"Emma? Are you okay in there?" a gentle voice asked from outside.

"Oh goodness! Yes, yes! I’m fine! Just—please wait a moment!" she called back, flustered.

As Emma fumbled to pull her panties back up her legs, the sudden knock made her jump. Her pussy was already tingling from the thrill, and she’d been standing there half-naked, zoned out, thinking dirty thoughts for a few minutes.

"Goodness, I’m losing it. For real," she muttered under her breath.

With a fierce look, like she’d made up her mind, Emma ripped off her pants completely. Now she stood there in just a tight white t-shirt and thin panties that barely covered her dripping cunt. She reached into her bag on the desk and pulled out a tissue.

Swish—

"Oh my..." she exhaled hard.

Emma dragged the tissue across her wet pussy lips, tracing the slick folds carefully. The dry tissue came away soaked with her juices, her arousal dripping more than she expected.

"Whew. Please calm down, you silly girl. Relax," she whispered to herself.

She sucked in a deep breath, balled up the soggy tissue, and shoved it back into her bag. Then she tugged the t-shirt and panties tighter against her crotch, the fabric rubbing her swollen clit.

Emma’s pussy was soaking wet now, just from imagining walking outside like this. It wasn’t a little damp spot anymore—her juices were leaking out, soaking the edges of her panties and running down her inner thighs.

Zip—

"Hmmm!," Emma said softly.

Emma tugged her t-shirt and panties up higher, staring down at her. He could see everything—her hard nipples poking through the thin fabric and the wet outline of her pussy lips pressed against the soaked panties.

"Oh, this is so wrong..." Emma thought, her cheeks burning.

The flimsy white straps barely hid her dripping slit. The lace at the top was so sheer it showed off her bare tits completely, her pink nipples fully visible through the see-through material.

It was incredibly enticing.

Knock—

"Emma?" the kind voice called again.

"I’ll be right out, I promise!" Emma replied cheerfully.

She started moving toward the door, her body on fire, her pussy throbbing with every step. She didn’t even realize how much she was burning up. Sure, she was here to work for cash, but her cunt was begging for something else.

She couldn’t just say she was too ashamed to step out with her pussy dripping like this.

Gulp—

Emma swallowed hard, her throat tight, and twisted the doorknob with a shaky hand.