American style

She looks the part—tall, blonde, stacked like the girls in those American glossies. Chloe knows it. She stretches out on the bed in sheer black lingerie that barely contains her heavy breasts, one knee lifted, the other leg spread. Her fingers slip under the lace. She watches herself touch, slow at first, then quicker, the lace pushed aside, her nipples stiff against the thin fabric. The camera doesn’t lie. Every move says she belongs in those same pages.