Megan Madsen - Part 1

Megan Madsen is tiny, 4'11 and tight all over, with a set of T-cup tits that turn stupid men stupid. Long blonde pigtails bounce across her shoulders as she takes off the candy-colored tube top the casting director handed her and just stands there, topless. When the forty-three-year-old photographer holds up a plain ruler, breasts squashed flat against it, tape stretched across her bare nipples, the tension in the single-room studio buzzes past 'uncomfortable' right into 'fucking electric.' Tape clicks from nipple to nipple so he can say seven, eight, eleven and hang the numbers up on his computer screen for the next check. Eye contact? None. Distance? Jerk-distance. He floats one thigh up to Mick's face and tells him he'd best decide the team is ravenous today. The camera captured the green light in the shape of a thing on someone's monitor as the rumble strips ripped over every bare cunt.