Getting the Job: Holly Willoughby Part 2: Securing the Audition
By Imorol
Disclaimer: This is a fictional story for adult entertainment purposes.
Now, to the story...
Holly Willoughby was frustrated, very frustrated. Her photo-shoot with the famed photographer Oliver Evans had gone very smoothly, although it had been the weirdest photo session she had ever had.
A leading London hair and makeup artist had made the model look amazing, and the clothes were chic, sexy and very expensive. Oliver's lighting and angles had been perfection. The weirdness was a result of her agreement with him: during the session, Oliver would pause the shoot whenever a pose was struck that he liked very much and would push his face into her crotch or against her bum to smell her. At the end of the shoot, she had handed him the thong she had been wearing throughout.
True to his word, the photos appeared in British Vogue and did indeed heighten her public profile. A number of interviews had arisen directly from it, as had some radio appearances and a few interviews on TV. Some contacts had been presented about auditions but nothing had appeared over the last 3 months. Her frustration was a result of learning her bastard ex-husband continued to stall her career. Desperate now, she pulled out the business card Oliver had given her...
There was a polite knock on the door and then Holly Willoughby stepped into the office of Carla Wilson, a powerful casting agent within the entertainment industry in the UK.
"Holly! It's a real pleasure to meet you," exclaimed Carla before stepping towards the buxom blonde, taking hold of her shoulders and kissing each cheek.
Taking a step back, Carla looked Holly up and down. The TV presenter was wearing a white blazer with black buttons, the tight cut allowing a tantalising amount of cleavage to show without being too inappropriate. Below was a loose knee-length skirt, also white, which flowed freely with Holly's movements. The outfit was completed with a pair of 5" heels. With her bright blonde hair she looked like a sexy angel. Carla was looking forward to seeing the naughty side of this particular angel.
Holly looked at Carla Wilson and saw a young forty-something, a tall beautiful woman, her dark blonde hair tied up in a stylish bun, dressed in an expensive looking black long-sleeved silk blouse, a number of buttons undone revealing the cleavage of her own breasts which were almost as large as Holly's. Her own knee-length skirt was a dark charcoal with a rather daring slit reaching high on the leg. 6" black heels finished the outfit. Carla radiated sexuality, confidence and power.
"It's nice to meet you as well, Carla. I love your outfit," Holly said.
"I know, its bit daring for the office but I'm confident in myself. And I'm confident I can help you and your career aspirations as well, Holly. Take a seat," she said, gesturing to a pair of couches separated by a rug and coffee table on a smooth wooden floor.
"Coffee? Tea? Or something else?" Carla asked.
"Water, please."
Holly sat down while Carla grabbed a chilled water bottle from a mini fridge and a glass. Holly was perched on the front of her couch, body angled, knees together, ankles crossed, looking quite demure.
Pouring the drink, Carla placed it in front of her guest before taking a seat on the opposite couch. She sat back, relaxed and comfortable, her long legs crossed at the knee, her skirt opening at the slit displaying her tanned thighs. She was anything but demure.
"Well, Holly. As you know, I have spoken to Oliver Evans and he has told me that you are interested in my services. With your permission, he told me at least some of the details of your meetings with him which convinced me that we could come to an arrangement."
Holly felt herself blush but she had indeed agreed to let Oliver pass on the details.
"Allow me to be frank and clarify the proposal. My contacts throughout the entertainment industry and beyond are extensive, very extensive. You won't have heard of me prior because discretion is paramount to me, my clients and those I work with. When you see an audition or role that you want, you will tell me of it. As your new agent, when I learn of an opportunity I think would be of interest, I will offer it to you. You will be free to accept or decline those offers. I only work with those within our extensive group and I can guarantee those auditions. Highly sort after and hard to get auditions. And your ex-husband will not be able to interfere or continue to stall your career.
"However, I cannot guarantee the success of the audition. It is for you to come to terms with the directors or producers we work with. Exclusively, those terms will be sexual. The details of those activities remain between you and those you work with. As I said, discretion is paramount. But be aware that those activities tend to favour the kinky and bizarre tastes. Some even illegal. You satisfy them, they give you the work that you want. As Oliver likes to call it, a 'barter system'.
"Questions?" asked Carla.
"Oliver has talked me through the proposal, what could be expected of me and what I can expect in return. I won't lie, it does make me nervous...but also very excited," Holly said. Just thinking about it had gotten her nipples stiff and her pussy moist. "In return for sexually satisfying you, you guarantee me auditions. In return for sexually satisfying the producers, I can guarantee I get the jobs. Discretion is assured for all those involved. Yes?"
"That's it in a nutshell. Have you ever had sex with a woman before?" Carla said.
"Yes, before I was married."
