Alison and I made it back to the dressing room to find that it was empty. All the other girls had changed and were gone. It was the end of the work day, and it was likely that most of them had night jobs. Alison's clothes were sitting on a pile in front of a locker where she had left them.
"Thank you very much for your audition," I said quite honestly. "We'll call you to let you know."
She didn't respond but sat down on the bench and held her head in her hands. I waited for a response but soon noticed that her body was shaking despite the robes and towels. "I'm no good," she cried, breaking into sobs. "I don't know what I am doing. I should have never left home. Dad was right. I was just a stupid little girl."
"No, no," I said, sitting down next to her and putting my arm around her, getting my dress shirt wet from her hair, but not caring. "You were good. In fact, you were the best I'd seen."
"You're just saying that because I'm crying. What about the guys in the ceiling?"
"What guys in the . . ." but then I remembered that I had forgotten to have the two imaginary guys crash in through the ceiling. For my first play at a casting director, I hadn't done a very good job.
"You were just humoring me. You had to talk me through everything. I bet you didn't have to do that with the other girls." She cried a bit longer and then her head came up. "You don't even have my phone number. How would you have called me to tell me anything?"
She quickly spun around so that she was kneeling in front of me, the robe falling off her shoulders. "I need this part. I am broke. I owe my roommate two months of rent and she is going to kick me out. I will do anything for this part." She put her hands on my chest as she pleaded and they were slowly sliding down as her pleas became more desperate. "What else can I do? I've never gotten a part before. I need this to wor-" The words hung in her throat as her hands slid far enough to come to rest on my erection.
I had been hard since the moment she had stepped in the shower, what seemed like an hour ago now. She seemed confused at first, but then the light went on in her eyes like it had back in the lobby when she had stood and decided to go through with the audition.
"I'll suck your dick."
I was too stunned to respond at first. Of course it was what I wanted. I had wanted every woman I had seen today (save Bev) to jump my bone, but I knew it would never happen, and somehow even now with this beautiful wet woman dressed in a towel and loose tied bikini begging to get me off, I still felt like it wasn't real.
"That is what I am supposed to do. That is how I get ahead, right? Get ahead . . ." she chuckled at her own joke, and the sobs were gone. So were her inhibitions. My belt was quickly opened, my button undone, and my zipper pulled.
"I, uh, I mean, but, I . . ." I had a choice then. I could stand and let her pull my pants off, or I could say no. Boy, that was an easy decision. I stood, she pulled down my pants, and my cock sprung free and hit her in the face. She giggled some more as she backed up a bit to examine me.
"Very impressive, Mr. Joe," she said with a grin on her face. Her eyes locked with mine as her grin slowly widened and her mouth open. Never letting her eyes leave mine, she brought her beautiful face forward and nearly swallowed my cock.
I don't know where I got the strength to hold on so many times, because I nearly blew the back of her head off right there with the world's largest cum shot. I think it was her eyes that held me in check. They brought me into her world momentarily. A poor farm girl from a small Midwest town trying to make good in the big city is reduced to blowing a guy she thinks had the authority to give her her first big break. She had held on for this long and had been reduced to this, I would give her the respect of letting her at least perform.
She had clearly done this before, and after the initial plunge she began to play, licking my balls, and tonguing the tip of my dick to clean off the pre cum that was pulsing out with my heart beat that might as well be a bass line for a rock song. She knew how to keep me on edge, knowing how close I was to losing it.
She wrapped her lovely lips around my cock dragged them slowly down the length and then back up, pausing at my head as if she were struggling to pull past the engorged tip and then "Pop"ing her lips over it. She sat back and smiled at the fluids I involuntarily released. She slowly licked them off, one again keeping eye contact with me to help ground me, and then did it again and again and again.
I could feel the freight train of an orgasm building up in the back of my head like some sadistic migraine getting ready to explode down my spine, across the width of my body, and into her face. Just the idea of the orgasm was enough to set it off.
Alison felt the tension build to the point of no return and then suddenly backed off. She let the precum drip onto the robe at her feet as she slowly pulled away from me, her eyes never leaving mine, still.
Curiosity of what she was up to now, took the steam out of my freight train for a moment, and my cock slowly let the pressure die down. She gave me that mischievous look that webcam girls have perfected so well, as if I was doing something I shouldn't. She had now sauntered backwards out of arm's reach and the distance was enough to break the lock of her gaze. I noticed her right hand then, as it slowly lifted the towel that hung just above her knee.
The strings of the bow tied on her left hip came into view first, lying calmly on her electric skin. The edge of the towel came high enough finally to reveal the whole bow and her free hand tugged playfully on one of the loose strings. She shook her head though, and rotated the raised portion of the towel around the front, pausing to show off her aroused clit pushing proudly through the wet material of the bikini. She even pulled up on the fabric to wedge the material even deeper into her spread lips showing off the outside of what looked like a clean shaved pussy.
My cock was back too full attention again, dripping as it saw fit, but the orgasm in the back of my mind was obeying its mistress, who once again shook her head, and let the towel fall back down in front as she continued to move the lifted edge to her right hip. Here found the string again, but she didn't let go this time but instead sent her left hand sliding up that leg till it found the string on that side.
With the towel hanging down in front and pulled up on the hips by the taunt strings, Alison slowly pulled up and away from herself until the bikini came undone from beneath the towel. She let go of the left string and pulled the bottoms out from under the towel completely, letting the white cotton dress fall back to her knees, keep the prize underneath hidden.
She tossed the wet garment at me and hit me in the face, the glorious smell of the crotch filling my nostrils before falling down my tie and into my lap. My hands were braced on the bench from when I was fighting the overwhelming urge from before. I was probably pressing my fingerprints into the wood.
It was as if she noticed my formally dressed state for the first time. My pants were around my ankles, but as I was still wearing my shoes, they hadn't left my legs. She squatted now, creating gaps in the bottom of the towel that should have allowed me to see in, but the shadows were too dark. She pulled off both shoes and socks and freed me of my anklecuffs.
She spread my legs then and shuffled in between them. My hands wanted to release from the bench to tear that towel off her, but not only could I not move, but this was her game, and I'd let her play it out. She came in as far as she could, my cock pressed vertically against the towel over her sternum.
She smiled in my face and I could smell the salty remains of my precum on her breath. She pulled at my tie to loosen it enough to get it over my head. She then slowly unbuttoned my shirt and opened it wide. I was wearing a tank-T underneath and she thought for a moment how to get it off with my arms locked in place, but now that the bottom of my dress shirt was out of the way, the bottom of my tank wasn't that long.
She backed up now and stood again, her right hand once again going underneath the towel. Her fingers found her pleasure center, and I watched in agony as her hips rolled back and forth as she played with herself. She brought that hand out slowly and licked her fingers, which were clearly glistening wet. How I wanted to taste that! As if she could read my mind, her hand went back again. This time she fingered herself for almost a minute until I thought she was going to orgasm, but she pulled her hand out before she did, her knuckles webbed together from her thick cum.
She walked toward me, waving the hand in front of my face, letting her sweet aroma wash over me. My tongue came out, but she shook her head again and cleaned off her fingers with her own tongue. I was sweating bullets now in anticipation. And as if I was freeing a two-by-four from a vice, I carefully released my hands one by one from the bench and let my shirt fall to the floor behind me.
