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The young, beautiful Claudia had been a perfectly good choice for the part. Tall and quite slim, with wide shoulders and long, slender legs, she had the frame of a real athlete, and was perfect for the part of a lifeguard; but she also had big, round, natural tits that were hanging beautifully over her flat belly, so she was sexy enough for the show. And her face was marvellous, a delicate oval with a little upturned nose, full red lips, perfect, bright teeth and big blue eyes. Her long blonde hair cascaded seductively on those wide shoulders and formed a light curtain over her forehead, her blue eyes; she was a blonde bombshell, as good as Pamela Anderson, maybe better, as there wasn’t a single ounce of silicon in Claudia Hamilton’s perfect body. All of her was natural, and her pale white flesh was completely unblemished. She was gorgeous, and nobody, surely not Ginger Johnson, could doubt that she had got the part because somebody just wanted to get in her panties.
Ginger was tempted to ask what she’d had to trade for the role, but she kept the question for her; she knew that now her friend was important enough to help her getting a similar role, and she didn’t want to upset her. Still, she had an early call for the morning after, at 6 for a movie rehearsal, so she couldn’t stay much longer in the restaurant where the new ‘Baywatcher’ had invited her, and at 10,30 they left the place on Claudia’s old Ford convertible. She wanted to trade it for a zippy new BMW, she told to Ginger Johnson, as soon she got some more money from the Baywatch series.