Chapter Eight: The Little voice in her head
Ella sighed happily as the warm shower water cascaded across her skin, running in little rivulets across her warm flesh. It was difficult for her to contain her excitement.
Today was the day. Her screen test...
Maybe it had been a mistake to have spent the night with Roger and Barry again. Perhaps she should have conserved her energy, considering what awaited her this afternoon. But she had energy to burn and her sexual needs were ramped up to such an extent that the more sex she had, the more she needed. As soon as she'd showered, she'd be returning to the bedroom and fucking each of them again.
Each time the sex seemed to get hotter and dirtier, and every time the voice in her head pushed her on for more. It was difficult to say no to its demands, as if her body was slowly taking more and more control of her actions, turning her need into an addiction.
Times like this made her reflect on her younger days. She'd grown up in Inner City Croydon, one of the toughest parts of London. Much of her early life had been spent associating with local gangs and skipping school. Her teachers had never seemed too interested in her, given her own lack of enthusiasm at being taught anything.
However, her classical beauty and sassy attitude had helped her through those difficult times and, together with a few good breaks, survival had been assured.
She had often wondered if those difficult times explained why she'd turned into such an exhibitionist. Her revealing clothes, large heels, long dark hair, heavy mascara and body piercings were all designed to ensure that she stood out from the crowd. And now, with her ego and exhibitionism massaged by Marilyn, that desire to be the centre of attention had reached a new level. It was her screen test...
She'd be giving herself to Leroy, in the way she'd given herself to so many men over the years. But this time she'd be doing so on camera. A wicked voice inside her head told her that this was everything she had ever wanted.
The persistent voice had been with her throughout her life. It had been consuming at times, one that she often had difficulty in denying. It was the same voice that had been with her when she first learned to masturbate, when she'd taken her first taste of alcohol, when she'd given her first blow job, when she'd tried her first joint ... and just before her first-ever fuck.
It constantly demanded more of her, as if wanting to push her onto another level. And always ... always ... she allowed it to lead her wherever it wanted to go...
She turned around in the shower, her hands active on her body as she part-washed and part-teased herself. The soapy material felt sublime on her flesh and her nipples tightened into little points as she caressed her perky tits. Her mind was elsewhere, in the studio with Leroy, and almost of its own volition her right hand crept along her flat stomach, down between her legs and brushed across her swollen clit.
The voice inside her head was purring in approval, and she leaned back on the cool tile wall, yanking the showerhead from its perch and directing the hard spray directly across her sex.
Her orgasm wasn't far away when the shower door suddenly opened behind her. Was it Roger? Or Barry?
Who cared as long as one or other of them fucked her?
Ella leaned back into him as he cupped her tits from behind, loving the feel of his hard cock against her asscheeks. She moaned happily as his length grew against her, but the moan turned into a gasp as he suddenly rammed her body forward against the shower screen, her face flattened against the wet glass.
She turned her head sideways to relieve the pressure, letting her features squash against the glass like her breasts. God, that felt so good. Widening her legs, she gave him the access he wanted, and then he was inside her ... starting to thrust.
"Harder," she gasped, her cheek pressed flat against the cold surface. "Harder..."
She couldn't have felt more wanton as the spray of the water bounced across their bodies. Her eyes rolled as she gave herself over to him, submitted to the desires of her body. But what was even more exciting was the thought that this was only the aperitif. The main course was to come later, when she'd be surrounded by cameras.
She couldn't wait...
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The twins had been long gone by the time Marilyn called around and collected her from her apartment. She had whetted Ella's appetite in the taxi on the way to the studio by regaling her with tales of Leroy's prowess, loving the look on the brunette's face as she listened intently, fidgeting excitedly as the tingles grew inside her.
By the time the taxi pulled up outside the 'Secret Fantasies Film Studio,' Ella had felt herself practically dripping with need. Was it actually possible for her to feel any hotter than this?
She turned her head to glance at Marilyn as they exited the cab. The strawberry-blonde just grinned back at her. They didn't need to speak—the shared look said it all. Marilyn had done her job perfectly.
It was Ella's first time at the film studios. Marilyn and Leroy's shoot had taken place at the apartment in Notting Hill, but apparently all the screen tests took place at the East London location.
There were a few guys dotted around the reception area, all of them looking her way when they arrived. Ella grinned inwardly, purposefully swaying her ass as she walked past them. She could feel their looks without even turning her head to make sure. She really was the centre of attention, even with a gorgeous girl like Marilyn next to her.
Marilyn introduced her to one of them, a blonde-haired Australian who looked more like a surfer than a director. Not that he'd be doing much directing, he explained. He was just there to make sure she was comfortable with everything that was happening and to ensure that his two stars enjoyed the scene that they were creating together.
After that it was down to the producers and financiers if they thought she had potential, he explained.
Her next introduction was to a couple of guys in their late-forties, Ella guessed. Chas and Arnie were the cameramen who would be 'working' with her, Marilyn explained.
Chas was cute enough, Ella decided, with his perfect manners and bright blue eyes, but it was the black-bearded Arnie who reinforced what she was actually about to do. His dark eyes never left her tits, even when he exchanged a couple of muttered words with Marilyn. Just recently, it seemed the more primal and sexual the guy was, the more turned on Ella was. Her nipples obligingly rose in approval of his lustful gaze.
"We'll pass on the other introductions," Marilyn told her, nodding at the other guys around the room, "or we won't have time to shoot the scene. Your reputation precedes you, darling. I've never known so many people take such an interest in a screen test."
Ella just stared at her blond mentor. These people were here specifically to watch her? The realisation felt way too good.
"They all have jobs to do," Marilyn explained nonchalantly, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. "But the moment you're on that set, they'll all find a reason to be in the viewing room."
"Viewing room?" Ella asked quizzically.
