Chapter 8 -- Rashmika's Job Interview
When the bell rang sharp at 8 am, Sumer was showered and dressed. He went and opened the door. It was Rashmika Mandanna, Ravi's girlfriend.
"Hi Rashmika!" He said. He had met Ravi's girlfriend several times. She was a gorgeous girl with a beautiful, angelic face.
She smiled her sweet, charming smile "Hi Sumer! Or should I say, Sir? I am here for my interview, Mr. Director."
"Come, come on in." Sumer smiled and moved aside.
Rashmika was wearing a long, leather jacket and 8" high heels. Sumer got a flash of a milky white leg as she walked in.
She was stunningly beautiful but she was his friend's girlfriend, serious girlfriend. The two had plans to get married.
He wondered how to handle this interview.
"Come, let's sit in the living room." Sumer said leading the way.
"Sure." Rashmika followed him.
"Take a seat, Rash."
"Yes, let me get rid of my jacket." She said.
As she took off her long jacket, Sumer's jaw dropped. Rashmika always used to dress very bold even when going out with friends, but he had never seen her in such a skimpy outfit. Her halter top was just barely covering her tits. She had nice tits which were visible in the deep neck top now. It was a pink sparkly top with glitter in the fabric. It had a scoop neck which was quite wide and her milky white boobs were nicely displayed giving the impression that if she walked fast the top would open up and bare her nipples even. There was no back to it, just a bottom strap that ran around her slender body and held the top in place.
The skirt was a black nylon micromini starting low on her hips. As she turned to drop the jacket on the sofa, Sumer could see that the little skirt was squeezing her tight buttocks and baring an inch of her ass crack in the back, creating a cleavage effect. In front, it just barely covered her upper thighs. Her 8" high black leather heels with 4" platforms were completing the whore look. She was wearing her hair loose, on her left side in front. She had silver hoop earrings on and her lipstick was dark red. She was perfectly dressed for a nightclub to visit or get a job as a stripper. But for a meeting at home about a project, she was too slutty by a mile.
Sumer could feel his dick getting hard in his pants at the sight of her outfit. All girls look hot in slutty clothes, but when they are gorgeous with an angelic face, the effect is multiplied by a thousand.
Rashmika smiled at Sumer's reaction and said "I hope you like. Your ad said dress for the role and it's a project about whores so I thought I should make a good impression on my would-be boss. I also freshly shaved my pussy last night and of course, no panties. We have talked many times and you always say panties just get in the way. So, no panties."
"You are keen on getting the role, I see." Sumer smiled to hide his obvious shock and arousal.
"Very keen, Sumer. I know you are Ravi's friend but you are the director." Rashmika said "You call the shots here, literally. And I need this role very badly. So, I will do anything for it. You can interview me and test me any way you like."
"Good. Good. I am glad you are keen." Sumer said. He took a couple of deep breaths and picked up a copy of the script from the table to get himself in control. He was already thinking he could not let her go unfucked from here. "Take a seat, Rash."
"Thanks." Rashmika sat down on the same sofa as him. She didn't try to cross her legs and when she turned towards him, Sumer could clearly see that she had indeed freshly shaved her pussy.
"Rash, this is a very bold topic," Sumer was liking this phrase as it always helped him set the context for what was coming next "we will be working with actual whores during production and pre-production. I know you are a decent girl and you are Ravi's girlfriend, can you handle this kind of work?"
She nodded "I am Ravi's girlfriend in private, on your project I will be your crew. I know he's the cameraman for you and we'll be on the set together but I can assure you that I will be completely under your command."
"Well, that's good to know, still, I want to clarify everything so that there's no confusion or conflict later. I mean as a director, I will be the top authority in everything and I can't compromise that."
Rashmika scooted closer and put her hand on his leg "If you give me a role on your crew then you are my boss. Whatever you order, I will do."
Sumer could feel the warmth of her hand on his thigh. He nodded "I am thinking of using you as a script supervisor. That way you will be working directly under me and if you need any support you can simply ask me."
"You can choose where to use me, but I like the idea that I will be working closely under you. It gives me comfort that you can guide me and mould me as you need."
He nodded "Script supervisor has to know the script inside and out. During shoots there are often changes in the script and she has to know them. Since I have written the script I will be the one making changes to it. And most of the time I will be doing them at night after the day's shoot. So, I will need to call you here late at night. Will Ravi have a problem with that?"
She shook her head "Ravi won't get a say in that, you are my boss. I will come here whenever you call me, you can work me as late as you want, and send me home when you are done with me."
"You are sure?"
"Very sure, Sir." Rashmika smiled "If you need me you can keep me all night and use me as late as you want. Then we can go to the set together in the morning."
He wondering if it was his imagination or she was using loaded words to tell him that she was fully available.
"Ok, let's see, how well you can handle the script." Sumer said "Pick up that script and read from page 15."
Rashmika followed his order "Oh no, I don't have any misunderstanding. You are a powerful man, I am just a cheap whore, you will fuck me when you want, where you want. I will just have to spread my legs on your command, I know that well." She looked into his eyes as she finished reading the dialogue.
"That's good." Sumer said "The text above the dialogue is called action items. Read what it says above her dialogue."
"It says," Rashmika read "Vaishali sits on Anjan's lap and puts her arm around his shoulders."
She got up even before Sumer signalled and lowered her ass on his lap. She put her arm around his shoulders, snuggling close so her breast pressed into his chest.
He put his hand on her leg and rubbed her soft, bare thigh "Legs open, like a whore."
