Anne arrived at the studio located somewhere outside Metro Manila and was let inside the set by the lady manning the desk. She looked around at the set where her audition would take place and saw that it was done up like some nondescript motel room. She sat patiently on the bed, waiting for her co-star. She was a little nervous but that was normal. Anne was an up-and-coming actress with a few movies and soaps to her credit. She found her roles limiting, however. Perhaps because of her mixed Filipina-Australian appearance, she was usually relegated to playing somebody's "exotic" girlfriend or somebody's girlfriend's bitchy rival. Admittedly, it paid the bills and allowed her to live well enough on her own. Still, she craved something new—a change of image or a new direction or something like that. She'd already done a liquor commercial and did a swimsuit spread in a men's magazine but that hadn't helped much. At most, it had her male fans wanting more. She knew that a lot of them had been taking bets as to when she'd do her first softcore adult film. Well, she told herself, she was about to audition for a hardcore movie. Wouldn't all those guys be creaming their shorts if and when they ever saw this, she thought.
Her director and her co-star arrived a few minutes later. The director was most probably a full-blooded Filipino while her co-star looked Filipino-American. He was tall and handsome, but not in a metrosexual kind of way. He seemed to be the kind of guy that girls feel comfortable being with once they got to know him. That put her at ease somewhat.
"Hi. You're Anne?" the director said to her, holding out his hand. "My name's B.W. This is Patrick. He'll be working with you today."
"Hello," Anne said, shaking his hand. "Pleased to meet you both. Are we starting now?"
"Hold on, Anne," B.W. told her. "First of all, are you sure you're up for this? You told my assistant in your interview that you were open to trying out some hardcore-type action. Being a first-timer, I have to be sure that you're okay about this."
"Yes, I am. I'm kind of nervous but I'm not backing out. After all, it's not as if I'm having my cherry popped." Anne laughed a little at her answer.
Patrick laughed with her. "Okay, then. Since this will be your first time, I figure anal is the way to go, as far as going hardcore is concerned. Have you ever done anal sex?"
"No...I tried it with an ex but he didn't now how. Neither did I. I just got curious after watching it on film."
Patrick smiled at her. "Okay. Don't worry. I'll take it easy. I'll walk you through it, so to speak. Let's just go with the flow and see where it leads. We'll do the anal as a climax."
"That's right. And if it feels uncomfortable or it hurts, we'll stop," B.W., added. "Like I said when we first talked, this isn't a white-slavery ring or anything like that."
Anne looked at Patrick and then at B.W. She thought about what they said and then made up her mind.
"Let's do it," she declared.
While B.W. checked the camera setup, Anne changed outfits in the dressing room. Once again, she felt nervous. Nobody knew where she was. She'd told her friends that she was going to do some research for a role that she was interested in pursuing. She laughed softly, knowing that if her parents—God rest their souls—were the ones who found out what she was up to, she would most likely be on a plane back to Australia where she would spend the rest of her life away from show business and in anonymity. As for her friends, they'd be shocked half out of their wits.
Okay, Anne, this is it, not turning back now, she told herself as she stepped back onto the set. Instead of the blouse, jeans, and sneakers she'd worn, she now had on a short red peek-a-boo spaghetti-strap top and a red t-back bottom. Patrick was already naked. He had a nicely-toned body that he probably kept fit for these movies by going to the gym a lot. Anne could see his cock dangling between his muscular thighs. It was still flaccid but she could see that it was a bigger than her ex's. It was nothing that she couldn't handle—or so she hoped.
"Anytime you're ready, Anne," B.W. called out to her. "Just go with the flow and relax, okay?"
Patrick looked at her silently. There was a questioning look on his face. Anne simply nodded, went over to the edge of the bed, and sat down. Patrick understood. She watched as he came closer and stood before her. He began playing with his cock. It slowly came to life as he stroked it.
"Hey, baby—wanna play with me?" he asked Anne softly. He came slightly closer, almost putting his cock to her face.
Anne looked up at him and smiled teasingly. "Sure, baby," she replied, taking his cock in her hand and taking over from him. She began to stroke his cock back and forth, back and forth.
Patrick was stunned. He hadn't expected her to be able to jack off his cock that good. Her hand was soft but her grip was firm. She'd already mentioned that she wasn't a virgin but he figured she wasn't that experienced. Anne's hand was already making him hot and hard.
"You want more, baby?" Anne asked him before she began to jack him off faster. She was surprised as she felt his cock becoming even harder; she kept her cool, however, not wanting to get all scared and blow the audition. He's probably ready to explode, Anne thought. She decided that it was time to up the ante. Without warning, she slid his cock halfway into her mouth and began to suck on it back and forth while her hand kept a firm grip on its lower half.
"Ohhh, shiiitttt...baby, wooowwww!!!" was all Patrick could say. Anne was pleased to hear his reaction. She was even more pleased when he grabbed her by the head and started to slide his cock in and out of her mouth like he was fucking her. Just like Richie, she said to herself, letting go of his shaft and holding on to his hips.
"Ahhh...damn, you're good, baby! Fuck, you're good!" Patrick said. He slid his cock out of her mouth and started to remove her clothing. Anne helped him out and got herself naked in no time. She was about to resume eating his meat but he stopped her.
