Getting the Job - Holly Willoughby 02

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."

"Excellent. You will need to be extremely open minded but I believe you are. So, what audition can I get you?"

Holly had thought long and hard about that very question. And although there were several options that she was tempted by there was one she thought would provide the better long-term investment.

"I want to get back on television. I want to be the face of 'The X Factor'," she answered.

"Excellent choice. Major television exposure. Plus all the sundry TV and magazine interviews and other promotional activities. Yes, I guarantee that audition," Carla said.

"You mean that Si..."

Carla held out a hand. "Discretion, remember? I won't give any names until the audition is booked and you need it for your preparation. It is still an audition after all, so you need to ensure your presentation skills are sharp. You will need to impress with those skills before you satisfy with your sexual abilities."

"Yes, I understand, and appreciate that."

"Well then, shall we begin?"

"Before we do, Oliver suggested a gift for you, Carla."

With that, she kicked off her heels and stood up. Looking directly at the casting agent and with a cheeky smile on her red lips, Holly Willoughby slowly began to raise her skirt behind her, her hands tucking underneath. Slowly she lowered her knickers, over her bum and down her thighs. Holly could feel the gusset sticking to her wet pussy until she pulled the underwear to her knees. Taking them off completely, the clearly heated blonde held her bright pink cotton panties out to the other woman.

Carla was a little surprised but delighted by the little act. Leaning forward to take the offered underwear she could clearly smell them and Miss Willoughby's scent.

"At Oliver's suggestion, I have worn that pair for the past three days as well as this morning of course. I masturbated into them each day so they had my scent fully. He said cotton would be better for retaining the aroma."

Unable to prevent herself, Carla pressed the panties to her nose. Eyes closed, she sniffed deeply, taking in the full scent of the sexy TV presenter standing before her. And what a scent! Strong and pungent, damp and a little spicy.

It was clear that Carla was enjoying her scent as much as Oliver had. Holly felt moisture gathering at her labia, her excitement escalating quickly. The temptation to reach under her skirt and start masturbating was strong but she decided it best to let Carla take the lead.

Opening her eyes, Carla saw the sight of a clearly aroused Holly standing in front of her: breathing heavier, her cleavage rising and falling so beautifully. Carla's own cleavage matched, her own panties getting wet.

Reaching out with a leg, she pushed the coffee table and rug out of the way so nothing separated the two women. She kept her legs spread, knowing her own silky white panties were on display, her skirt opened at the slit. Looking directly into the other woman's eyes, Carla took another deep sniff.

"Take your blazer off, I want to see what's underneath."

With a devilish smile, Holly undid the buttons of her top before slowly pulling it open, first one side then the other, revealing her breasts jutting up in her lacy pink bra. Holding the blazer open, allowing Carla to gaze at her boobs before dropping it to the floor.

"The skirt," Carla said, her voice husky. Taking another deep sniff as her other hand found itself on her left breast, the fingers making for the nipple clearly poking through her blouse.

The sound of a zipper parting was loud in the room. Eyes never leaving the agent, Holly bent at the waist, head up, displaying her impressive boobs encased in lace. Hands reaching behind, thumbs hooking into the waistband, pushing the skirt over her pert round bum before it fell to the ground. Straightening up, she stood hands on hips, legs open, breasts showcased, pussy displayed, a look of hot desire on her face.

"Come here, Miss Willoughby. It's only fair if you smell me now," Carla said. She was so hot for this new conquest! Her panties were soaking wet already, she could feel it.

The presenter got down on her knees between the agent's feet. Looking straight between those long tempting thighs, she could clearly see the white panties, the wet patch forming and growing even as she watched. Taking in the shape of the vagina defined by the silk, Holly began to understand Oliver's kink. It was such a sexy sight!

Carla moved her skirt out of the way, fully revealing her crotch and panties. Holly leaned forward, her head dropping between the other woman's legs, face getting closer to the silk. Feeling the heat from her thighs and emanating from the underwear, the scent now noticeable, getting stronger, she pushed forward. Not stopping, pushing her face against the silk, pressing into the other woman, smelling her, feeling the moisture with her lips, feeling the nub of clitoris with her nose.

Carla gasped. She had been ready to pursued and cajole this beauty but Holly Willoughby was very much willing to participate. Pulse quickening, she felt the soft skin of Holly's face touching her deep inner thighs, breath hot on her panties, adding to the heat of the dripping pussy within. Looking down Carla could clearly hear sniffing, watching the blonde head moving in circles in her crotch as her new client smelt every inch down there.

Drunk on the smell between the older woman's legs, Holly reached back between her own, her fingers following the flow of pussy juice up to her sex, where she began masturbating, not teasing herself but chasing an orgasm which was quickly building within her. Two fingers rammed deep into her, thumb circling hard on her clit, cream quickly covering her hand. Hips rocking, fucking her fingers back, going deeper, thumb pressing harder, suddenly taking herself over the edge.

Carla saw the girl working hard to get herself off, the trembling and juddering, gasping as she came and wanted her own. Reaching down, her left hand pulled her panties aside, exposing the soaked, lightly haired pussy.

"Suck me, Holly!" she groaned before smelling the knickers again.

Holly opened her eyes, not realising she had closed them, and saw Carla's drooling fanny in her face. The smell was stronger and she could already taste the aromatic pussy before even putting her tongue in there. Before she'd even thought about it, Holly Willoughby was pushing her tongue into the other woman, pressing between the slick cunt lips, circling round the entrance to the juicy vagina, licking up and down the walls. A gasp from above. Trailing her tongue upwards, she began circling the hard little clit there.

Carla was in ecstasy already! The younger woman's tongue felt like it was everywhere at once, tracing her slit, following the labia, circling her clit, dipping inside her, taking broad licks then digging into her flesh. Her orgasm hit and hit hard when Holly aggressively sucked her clit, her tongue lapping the tip of it. Her pussy exploded, gushing cum, splashing over Holly's chin. The agile tongue and soft lips were quick to react, the tongue delving deep into the flooding pussy, the lips sucking the girl cum in, the throat swallowing.

The older woman bucked forward, pressing her pussy to Holly who was hungry for everything! She sucked the quim before her, rubbing her face in the woman's crotch, tonguing everything, sucking lips and clit. Her tongue was deep inside Carla when the agent collapsed back onto the couch, trembling, breathing hard.

Now able to concentrate on her own needs, Holly let herself fall back, sprawling on the wooden floor. Her legs flew open, hands diving between them: fingers from one hand pushed into herself, thrusting in and out of the yearning tunnel, the other hand rubbing, grinding, pinching her clit. She came with a scream, hips pushed into the air, pussy open, dripping, lewdly on display. That was the sight that greeted Carla when she opened her eyes.

With a groan of desire and heat, the agent dropped to the floor, moving between the obscenely spread thighs, intent on tasting that hot pink pussy. Quickly, her tongue was lapping the presenter's swollen labia, swiping her clit with each stroke. Her fingers spread the younger blonde's pussy wide open, her tongue delving into the pink tunnel, seeking more of the honey already coating her mouth.

"Finger me!" Holly called.

Looking up, cheeks smeared with girl cum Carla said, "Not yet," before her head went back down, her lips latching onto Holly's clit and sucking, sucking hard.

Needing more, Holly quickly released the front catch of her bra. Huge breasts and erect nipples freed, she grasped her orbs, squeezing them, pushing against them, squeezing her nipples between her fingers. Within seconds Holly was cumming again. This time it was her turn to gush, her cum splashing into Carla's sucking mouth.

The older woman greedily sucked the cream down, just as hungry for it as Holly had been. As she continued to lick and suck the juicy offering, she looked up and saw Holly mauling her own tits. Carla crawled out from between the splayed thighs, kissing her way up, through the soft blonde public hair, over the public mound, up to the belly button, tongue licking around its edge, lips caressing the smooth flat stomach, up and over the undulating body. Unable to wait any longer, Carla pounced on the right nipple, a broad swipe with her tongue before sucking it hard. Grasping the other breast, she began groping Holly, squeezing, pressing, lifting, pinching the nipples, feeling its hardness matched by the one in her mouth. She switched boobs, intent on enjoying both.

The blonde bombshell was in ecstasy, her body hot to the touch, face flushed, pussy sopping, breasts swollen, nipples aching, arse clenching. With her tits being mercilessly pleasured, Holly's hands were back between her legs, bringing herself closer to a third orgasm. She rubbed frantically at her clit, rolling over it with her fingertips. So close now!

Sensing just how close Holly was to cumming again, Carla switched boobs once more before reaching down, her hand joining Holly's. She plunged two fingers deeply into the other woman, flicking up inside her, stroking her G-spot, her palm adding to the pressure outside on the clit. With another scream Holly had her third and strongest orgasm yet, arching up, body pressing against Carla's sucking mouth at her breast and hand between her legs. Her body writhed with pleasure, contractions wracking her body, thick cream squirting from her, covering hands, pooling beneath her. Holly crashed back to the floor, eyes closed, breathing hard, spasms running through her.

Carla now lay to her right. Needing to cum again, she threw a leg over Holly and started rubbing her still soaking pussy against the smooth thigh, panties still pulled aside. Her drooling snatch smeared a trail up and down the younger woman. The sound of squishing flesh was obscene and only heightened Carla's arousal. Thrusting up and down with her hips, she rubbed harder, grinding against Holly who remained in her post-orgasm stupor, naked, wet and spread wide open.

Ducking her head down, Carla took a nipple back in her mouth, hand grasping the other, sucking and pinching, her hips rocking, thighs rubbing, clit grinding. With an unexpected suddenness she came for a second time. More girl cum bubbled out of the agent, smearing and spreading onto Holly who moaned with delight.

Breaking apart, the pair lay there for several minutes, catching their breath. Looking over at Holly's flushed face and pouty lips, Carla realised she hadn't even kissed her new client and the desire to do so was suddenly overpowering. Leaning over the supine blonde, she pressed her lips against hers, applying more pressure, lips parting before gently pushing her tongue into Holly's mouth.

The presenter felt the other woman move, felt the clothed breast pressing against her naked one, soft lips brushing her own. The tongue running over her lips. Pushing between them, moving over her teeth and seeking out her own tongue. She kissed back, quickly sucking the invading tongue in, opening her lips, pressing back, firmer. Carla responded, tongue moving, her own lips sucking Holly's tongue before breaking the kiss.

"Hmm, Holly, that was divine! I haven't cum that quickly or that hard in a long time."

"I've never had so much cum either! God, that was hot."

"Well, we haven't finished just yet. Remember, you'll be asked for different types of sex. Inevitably that will include anal, so I want to explore your sexy bum. Have you done anal before, Holly?"

Unembarrassed, Holly Willoughby answered, "Oh yes. I like to play with my arse hole occasionally. It's a completely different series of feelings and sensations. Some of my boyfriends have taken me up the wrong un," she giggled, "And my husband seemed to enjoy it. Big surprise now I guess."

"Good, it's always better when we enjoy what we do. And right now I want to see your butt hole."

Getting up, the still fully clothed Carla produced a big fluffy white towel from behind one of the couches. Moving to the coffee table, she picked up the water she had offered Holly earlier. "Drink this up for me," she said. As the naked presenter began to drink, Carla spread the towel over the coffee table, a rather sturdy looking piece of furniture. Leaning into a cabinet next to the couch she pulled out a device and Holly recognised a Hitachi massage wand.

"Holly, I want you to kneel up on the table, knees and elbows tucked in under you, bum pushed up and out."

Getting up, Holly suddenly realised just how much she had cum. Where she had lay was a large puddle of pussy juice. She was also covered in it; her crotch was a hot mess, streaks of cream running down her thighs, splashes of it all over her. It made her feel so depraved and wanton. It made her feel sexy and hot!

Climbing onto the table, Holly assumed the position Carla wanted. Thrusting her bum out at her new agent, her pussy slicked open, lips parted and bubbles of cum dribbled out. Carla took a moment just to take in that sight before moving closer and activating the massager.

Holly heard the vibrations and knew what to expect. The puffed soft head of the vibrator came into contact with her vagina, directly over her pussy hole. Even on the low setting it felt good. It felt even better when it was slowly drawn down and directed to her clit. Holly groaned as the strong vibrations continued to stimulate her already excited genitals. Carla was twisting the wand and rotating it, adding friction to the wonderful sensations.