In March 2013, a little known actress named Alexandra Daddario waited in the lobby of a Los Angeles office building. She was celebrating her twenty-seventh birthday by auditioning for a small role on a new HBO project titled 'True Detective'. There were no other women in the waiting area auditioning for the role, which gave her a sense of confidence despite a deep feeling of nervousness.
Her agent had informed her of the type that would be looked at for the role. HBO wanted a brunette with a rather large pair of breasts to play the court reporter named Lisa Tragnetti, who would have an affair with Woody Harrelson's character, Martin Hart. The big sticking point of the role is that it required a fully nude scene where the character's breasts and bare butt would be seen by the millions of viewers. Alexandra had no issues with the requirements whatsoever and was, in fact, excited about the opportunity.
"This show is gonna be huge," she told her agents. "If all I've got to do is show my boobies on screen, I'll do it! All the great actresses expose themselves on screen eventually; I might as well do it before they start hanging low."
Alexandra sat patiently in her chair for about a half hour until a tall, middle-aged blonde man emerged from the main office and looked at the beautiful brunette.
"Ms. Daddario?" he asked, getting her attention. "I'm ready for you know."
The woman stood up and walked into his office. He stared at her piercing blue eyes as the five foot, eight inch woman walked past him. Before closing the door, he looked her backside up and down. The man was very glad that she had decided to wear a short, white skirt that barely covered her round ass cheeks.
The man sat down behind a desk while Alexandra stood in front of him. He admired the body-hugging black t-shirt that she wore and could determine very quickly that she was not wearing anything underneath it.
"Well Ms. Daddario...or Alexandra...what should I call you?" he asked as his eyes went back to her bright eyes.
"You can call me Alexandra, mister...," she looked at the name on the desk. "Wilcox."
"Okay Alexandra, I'm certain that your agent has given you the rundown of the role. Am I correct?" he asked as she nodded. "Good, well you obviously know about the big scene that you are signing up for. You have no problem baring your private areas for the camera?"
"Not at all Mr. Wilcox, I'm proud of my body," Alexandra said with a smile.
"You should be, you are a very beautiful woman," he responded with a wink.
"Thanks!" she said with a small giggle.
"Well, obviously to get the role with that scene in mind, I will need to see you in that state just to make sure you have the goods we are looking for," said Mr. Wilcox.
"Okay sure," she responded before reaching for the bottom of her t-shirt.
Mr. Wilcox stared in anticipation as her finger grasped the fabric and slowly lifted it up. He felt like his heart would pop out of his chest as the shirt went up her body and reached the bottom of her voluptuous breasts. With one quick motion, the woman lifted it over them and revealed the big balls of flesh to the man.
"Oh wow," he said as his eyes locked on her nipples.
"You like?" she asked as she placed the shirt on the desk.
"I like a lot!" he exclaimed. "How long ago did you get those?"
"Well, they started growing around eleven and just kept on growing up-"
He cut her off.
"Are you telling me that those are real!?" he asked in amazement.
"Yes sir, these are all natural NYC breasts," Alexandra responded with another giggle as her hands fell to her side.
"I cannot say I believe you," said the curious man. "There is no way those things are natural."
"Come over here and feel them," she said, shocking the casting director. "See for yourself."
Mr. Wilcox quickly stood up, having to stop himself from seeming too creepy. He walked around his desk and approached the topless woman.
"Are you sure?" he asked. "I could get in a lot of trouble for groping an actress."
"Just grab them already," Alexandra said as she grabbed his hands and placed them around her massive flesh mounds.
"Oh my god," he said as he began to feel and squeeze her chest. "You were not kidding at all. They are as real as anything."
Mr. Wilcox took a step forward and grabbed her breasts harder, wanting to make everything of the moment. His eyes drifted up and looked back into her amazingly unique eyes. She snorted as soon as he looked at them.
"What?" he asked.