Chapter 7 -- The Director is Boss
"Look, Kajal" Sumer said "it's a bold subject. We will be working with real life whores and actress whores..."
He looked at Rakul who was riding his cock. She smiled and nodded, accepting her role as "actress whore."
"Yes, yes, I know." Kajal said "I want to join. Kareena ma'am said this will be great for my academic path. Please guide me what you need me to do."
"My actresses will dress like whores," he told her, and looked at Rakul again "and I want you to do the same."
"Oh. Like how?" Kajal sounded doubtful.
Rakul was trying to get his attention. She pulled his face towards her. When he looked at her she made a face like she was in need and mouthed the words "I need to cum." He shook his head. She mouthed "Please!"
Sumer fondled Rakul's hot, firm tits and signalled her to take off her dress. She quickly obeyed. His massive cock was stuffed deep in her cunt and she was rolling her hips as she bounced on his lap.
He pinched her nipple and spoke in the phone "Tight, short dress or skirt, like a micromini, back completely bare, high heels, at least 6" high, stiletto heels."
Kajal moaned on the phone and said "Mmmm, I don't think I have shoes that high. I can find the skirt and top for sure. But a skirt that short will show my panties. Do you want me to wear a thong then?"
Sumer lifted his hand and slapped Rakul's breast. She whimpered loudly as it bounced and her nipple buzzed with the pain. She begged him with her eyes to let her cum. He shook his head and pointed to the phone. Rakul closed her eyes as she tried to hold off the explosion building deep in her cunt.
"No, Kajal. I don't allow panties on my set. None of the cast or crew will wear any panties." He told her firmly.
"But...no panties at all?" Kajal protested "I have never gone out without panties."
"Look, Kajal, I know you are a fourth year student and probably know a lot." Sumer spelled it out for her "But on his project you will be working under me, you will be directly under my control the whole time. Do you understand?"
"Ummm...yes, Sir."
"If you can't handle it, then don't come tomorrow. I will tell Bebo you were not up to it."
"No, no, I want this. I need this. Please." Kajal pleaded.
Rakul was whimpering now, she was not able to handle the huge storm building inside her body. Not just her pussy but her whole body was buzzing with the high-voltage currents now. She tried to catch his eye and when he looked at her she pleaded again.
"Please, don't tell anything to ma'am. I am not stuck up or uncooperative. I am just asking for guidance. Please Sir. I need this opportunity to work under you. I will do anything to get this project. Ma'am showed me how much popularity it has already gained and it will be amazing for my research funding next year. Please, I am begging you to give me a chance. At least let me interview with you. I will try my best to impress you. Please, Sir. Please."
He leaned in and sucked Rakul's breast while Kajal was begging him to give her a chance. Rakul's body got even hotter and now she could feel sweat breaking out as she used all her willpower to keep control of her impending orgasm. She had never had to do that before and it was driving her crazy.
"Then you will be under me, Kajal. Right from the interview all the way through the project, you will be under me. Do you understand that?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Where will you be?"
"I will be under you, Sir." Kajal said in a voice that showed that she understood what it meant.
Sumer nodded to Rakul and said in the phone "Tell me how you will dress for me tomorrow."
Rakul wasn't sure what to do. He had given her permission to cum but he was still on the phone. She tried to cum quietly but her orgasm had built into a huge explosion from suppressing it and when she let go, it ripped through her body like a huge bomb and she screamed.
"Ah mumma!" Rakul cried out and fucked herself wildly on his cock as her body jerked hard with the raw orgasm smashing through her insides.
Kajal said "I have a short party dress, Sir. I will wear that. It's a halter that ties behind my neck. It has no back. It's very tight on my ass, and quite short on my thighs. It doesn't cover my mid-thighs at all. My roommate is a total slut, she has lots of high heels, like stripper heels with platforms. I will borrow a pair from her. Oh, what was that?" She broke off as Rakul screamed.
"One of the actresses I am considering to make my whore." Sumer said kneading Rakul's tits "She's practicing for her role. You carry on. Tell me about your panties."
"No panties, Sir. I will stop wearing them completely, even in my personal life." Kajal promised "That's how committed I am for this role. Sir, how would you like my hair? It's not very long, only reaches a few inches below my shoulder blades."
"Leave it loose." He reached up and grabbed Rakul's hair to pull her close "Do you shave your pussy?" He pressed his lips to Rakul's soft, pink lips as he waited for Kajal's answer.
"Ummm...yes...yes, Sir. I mean, yes, but I leave a little landing strip on top." Kajal knew the score by now, she asked "Is...is that ok, Sir?"
