Casting Couch Audition
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Nikkie Janes
The rain was hammering down as I dropped the kids off at school, and finally, peace reigned in the car. The two boys had been constantly arguing on the journey, and my daughter had one of those screaming and shouting moods on her as she joined in with their fight.
As I drove to work, two songs invaded my mind and summed up the day that was only just beginning, each vying for supremacy of the best way to sum up my mood; It's Another Manic Monday by The Bangles; and I Don't Like Mondays by The Boomtown Rats. I Don't Like Mondays won the battle as I pulled onto the run-down industrial estate, parked and ran into the building. My mood deepened even further when I remembered what was on the agenda for the day.
I am the junior part owner of a film production company, and work as a director/editor/producer. Our facilities are far removed from those in Media City, just a few miles away. Then again, our output was far removed from Coronation Street or anything the BBC would put out. Channel 4 might be close on some of our less explicit stuff, but I doubt it.
Today, we were holding what is colloquially known in the business as a casting couch audition day. You must have seen the sort of film shorts we produce. A young girl is persuaded to strip off and give a bloke a blow job. Of course, most of those are staged, but my partner and boss thought the idea was good and decided to do them for real in the vain hope we might pick up some new and undiscovered talent. So, every-so-often we have a bunch of hopefuls down to the studio to run a 'screen test'.
The problem with this was we ended up with some right munters; you know, girls you would pay to keep their kit
on
. At first, they think it is kinky and daring, but they generally freak out as reality hits them as they are faced with sucking a couple of strangers' dicks seconds after meeting them. The few fellas who thought they could do the business couldn't. Invariably they couldn't get it hard when they needed to and either blew off too soon or couldn't do it on demand. Or their dicks weren't big enough. I mean who wants to see a four-inch-long cock in a porno video?
Occasionally we got the odd good scene and used these as free tasters. I thought it was all a waste of time and money. Not wanting to waste either of those things by using our contracted talent, I used the fluffers from our pool for extra girls and some of the newer men as a means of breaking them in.
I left one of the junior directors to run the sessions and settled into some paperwork, sorting out production schedules and stuff like that, when my assistant walked into my office and sat down.
Her short tight leather skirt rode high on her toned thighs, but I ignored the very appealing sight. Crystal wasn't teasing me with how she looked; she knew me better than that.
"Nick, I know you don't like these audition shoots but I think you should have a look at the next woman." Crystal using the term woman was strange, and she knows how much I hate these sessions, so if she thought I should look at someone, then that someone must be out of the usual.
"Why?"
"Just have a look at her and you'll know why." Crystal opened the office door and ushered the girl in. Except she wasn't some eighteen-year-old wanna-be. She was a stunning-looking, mature woman dressed in a white mid-thigh length dress that showed her figure off to its best without being clingy and slutty.
That figure was very acceptable, with generously sized tits and fabulous legs. But her face left me spellbound. She was beautiful beyond comparison. Her face was fully matured and full of character, yet with perfectly smooth skin and a great completion. Ice blue eyes with startling whites sat atop a slim, elegant nose. Blonde shoulder-length hair framed her face.
When she smiled, it revealed small, even white teeth. The smile was that of a confident mature woman, not a nervous twenty-something.
I left her standing where she was as my eyes roamed slowly all over her body. I was looking at her as a piece of meat, and I made no attempt to hide it, my look was intended to intimidate her. She wasn't.
"What's your name?" I asked, although I knew it from the questionnaire Crystal had given to me.
"Kelly," a strong, husk voice replied.
"Well Kelly, I've got to say you're not the usual type of girl we see on days like this. You're a bit older than most."
"I would expect not. I'm thirty-eight before you ask, and that is my real age." That seemed about right as I looked at her. She could have said she was a few years younger and got away with it; then again, she could have been in her early forties and still have got away with the same deception, but her late thirties seemed to fit.
"So why are you doing this?"
"I don't know, I thought it was something different."
"Bollocks! You don't turn up at a casting couch, porn open day on a whim because it's something different. Not at your age, you're not a kid without a brain cell to your name, desperate for a break, and willing to do anything to get it. And I can see the mark where your wedding ring was, or should that be is?"
"Was. And that's why I want to do this. It's my idea of reverse revenge porn. I'm going to show my ex exactly what he's going to miss, and exactly what he could have been enjoying if he'd been bothered. I want a copy of the clip I do and I'm going to send it to him, and all his so-called mates." The animosity in Kelly's voice was plain to hear.
"Get your dress off."
"Bit forward aren't you." Kelly replied but with a hint of amusement in her voice. The one thing she wasn't was nervous.
"Look Kelly, in five minutes you could be on your knees sucking off a couple of cocks, so let's not piss about. I need to see your figure. It looks good enough from here but..." I left the rest unspoken.
"Only a couple? Cocks I mean, bit mean only giving me a couple to play with."
"Are you serious? You'd be willing to do more on a gig like this. You're not being paid per inch you swallow." I was being tough on Kelly, but she had something about her. Maybe she could actually make a go of it in the business for a couple of years. I don't know if she'd thought about that or if it was just as she'd said. She wanted to rub her ex's nose in it. It was a strange way of going about things, but who knows what an angry woman would do. Look at what happened to Wayne Bobbitt after all.
After this exchange between us, and Kelly had held her ground, she undid the zip on her dress and let it fall to the ground. Her hands had reached for her bra when I stopped her. I wasn't interested in her tits at this stage but they seemed firm and filled her bra nicely. She wore a plain cotton white bra and panties set, the bra scooped to give a deep cleavage look, the panties cut high on her hips. They were tight fitting, and I could see the shape of her mons and camel toe through them.
Her figure was as good as it had hinted it would be. Crystal smiled at me in admiration. We knew we had a potential new member-of-staff on our hands even if Kelly didn't. Crystal had successfully worked in front of the camera for a couple of years before transitioning onto the production side; and happily would still get in front of the camera occasionally if we needed another girl for a group scene or background dressing. Or if she just fancied a good, hard screwing. So Crystal knew from both sides what was required in female talent.
