A different kind of model 110.2

With that in mind, Samantha approached the living room, feeling her entire body compressed by the dress. Yes, it was very tight. So tight that despite the fact that she had been living on a constant diet of healthy and low calorie food for so long, she still had a lot of trouble getting into it. 

She had to admit that the effort was worth it, though. The red embroidered piece of clothing highlighted all the curves of her hot body, making her look sensual and elegant at the same time. It was long, but had a deep side slit that exposed her entire left leg; and low-cut, leaving a good portion of her tempting boobs on display. To complete the outfit, Samantha was using 5-inch pump heels and a chic jewelry set. 

She had also spent many hours at the salon that afternoon getting her hair and make-up done. Her glamorous hairstyle was similar to the one she had used during her first photo shoot for Mr. Abano's brand – the day that, supposedly, the man had fallen for her. She thought it would be a nice touch to make him even crazier about her during that date. 

"So, what do you think, girls?" she asked Mia and Greta as she finally reached the living room. "Do I look alright? Is there something wrong?" she added, posing and turning around so they could see the whole look. 

"Holy crap!" Mia exclaimed. "'Alright?' No, this isn't the right word to describe you tonight, honey. Once again I have to say that you look so incredibly stunning! You know what, Sammie? If you wanted to, you could even be a movie star!"

"Mia is right" Greta said. "Girl, looking at you I even start to question my sexuality... You look so fucking hot!" she stated, and the three of them laughed.

Then, they heard the doorbell ringing. Mia got up to answer the door and Samantha smiled brightly, determined to make a good impression on Mr. Abano from the beginning. That night she really needed to act like a woman in love… 

However, when she saw the person who entered the apartment, her smile immediately turned into a horrified expression. It wasn't Mr. Abano who was there as she was expecting, oh no... In fact, she saw the last person she wanted to see that evening…