"Good Afternoon Ms. Kline, this is Sigmund, from our Production Company. He will be checking your natural face for the camera.
Pam brightened up, knowing that her face worked well in the camera's eye.
"We are going to set you up in various situations, to see your face, as you have an orgasm. After all, half of your 'acting' in this film will be centered on your face, as you enjoy sex. We will use the best equipment to see how 'photogenic' you are in those situations, and we will monitor your vital signs, to see just what makes you cum the hardest, and what keeps you going the longest."
"Any questions," Sigmund asked Pam.
"I don't know enough to know what questions to ask," Pam responded.
"Perfect,'' Sigmund answered and smiled. "Let's get you tied up for the first scene."
People moved in and man-handled Pam onto a Gyno chair. Unlike her own Doctor's chair, this one had thick leather straps to hold Pam's ankles and thighs in the spreaders, her wrists behind her back, one at the waist and one at the throat.
The throat was left loose, but everything else was snugged up tight.
Next, sensors were attached to the throat strap, that would allow respiration, pulse and pressure, to be streamed to the program, while high resolution cameras took close-ups, pans and overhead video. The software also noted pupil dilation, to document the tiniest quake of Pam's libido.
"First up, we have Carlo," Sigmund began his Master of Ceremony duties.
"I think that you will find him quite capable," he concluded.
The tall Spanish man came out of a side door. Pam could see his erection, the second he cleared the door. He was naked, and proud. Pam knew her heart rate was going up, as she hungered for that cock!
Carlo came forward fast, and threw himself to his knees, piercing the vagina in one fluid motion with his extended tongue.
Pam's in-drawn breath was heard throughout the room, followed by the tender lapping of her newest lover.
Sigmund noted the spiking of the inputs and made adjustments for a greater range of pleasure.
Carlo worked on her clit for more than most would, drawing out a beautiful orgasm before he stood to treat her to his cock.
The first full stroke moved Pam back into the orgasmic neighborhood, as her nipples stiffened harder than Carlo's cock.
Her face looked like she was in shock as she shattered through her second climax. Drool was running down her face.
Carlo finally came, with deep hard strokes, putting exclamation marks on Pam's receding orgasm.
When Carlo was finished, he came around and kissed Pam tenderly.
"Espero que ganes," he whispered, then departed from Pam's world.
A team of people descended on Pam. Some were freshening up her crotch, while others fixed her hair. Another team was removing her from the gyno chair and moving her to another platform, hung at four corners from the ceiling. She was again shackled, but this time she was face down.
"Next up, we have Zho, from the Chinese National Basketball Team. Pam now saw the monitors around the room, so she could see the tall, heavy Chinese man approaching her exposed privates, like a mountain lion would scrutinize its prey.
She couldn't make out how big his cock was, but she would not have to wait long. He pushed the bulbous tip into her sopping wet pussy, then he adjusted his body position to give the maximum stroke. His cock was the biggest that she had ever seen, and it bottomed out with 3 inches still showing, so he pushed another inch in, for good measure.
The stroke was a full 9 inches deep, and Zho was not as slow as he looked.
The platform, supported from above, was used as a swing, to easily glide Pam off, and back on Zho's cock, over and over.
Pam only thought for a second, about how his knees were going to hurt him in his later years, then she was off to la la land, as she tumbled into another jarring orgasm. If they were testing her heart, they might have stopped the experiment.
"Excellent test Pam! They will like those shots, I'm sure of it," Sigmund suggested.
"Okay, lets move into the anal orgasms, if that's acceptable to you Pam, our next participant has just the right fit," Sigmund suggested with a hopeful look on his face.
"I've tried anal, and I don't think that I will have a proper anal orgasm," she mused, "should I fake it?" she asked.
"Please try to give it a chance," Sigmund pleaded, "you might be surprised at how pleasurable it can be." Sigmund had a dreamy look on his face, as he recalled how good it can be.
"As long as I'm lubed, I'll try it. After all, I've been to a lot of auditions, so I've tried it all, not that I ever liked fucking a Casting Agent," Pam replied.
Boris was introduced, and his attributes were immediately evident.
His trim stomach and thin long cock, would be very photo-genic as it slipped into Pam's ass, but even more obvious was his height. He could not have been more than 1 meter tall!
This time she was face up again, but her legs were rolled over her and behind her shoulders.
"...and they called me fat!" Pam thought to herself as they helped her into this position.
A large amount of clear lube was spread around Pam's privates, making everything shiny.
Boris waddled up on his short legs. More goop was spread on his dong, and he was very gentle as he slowly pushed it into Pam's ass, until he was almost face to face with her.
His breath was fresh and minty, so Pam tilted her head for a smooch, pushing her tongue into the small man's mouth.
Boris stroked slowly at first, and Pam couldn't resist giving her reddened labia a little pat, sending a pulse through her body.
"Please lay back and feel the rhythm Young Lady. Let yourself feel the small tapping into your derriere, and the vibrations that go through your pelvis," Sigmund almost sang as he teased Pam into relaxing into the pumping cock.
Pam was feeling fully aware of everything around her as she let the pulses run their courses.
When she started to orgasm she was surprised, and again started strumming her clitoris, trying to match her body's reaction to the stimulus that she was familiar with.
Boris kissed her deeply, pushing his tongue into her willing mouth, then he upped his tempo, slapping faster into Pam's upturned arse. His hands went to Pam's nipples but his chubby fingers couldn't pinch the nibs very well.
Pam realized that the effort really does count. A few minutes later they had to tap Pam on the face to awaken her from her faint.
"I don't know if you're ever going to do it again girl, but your body said yes, yes, yes!" Sigmund was smiling ear to ear.
Pam felt different, but good, as she re-entered the world. She was very hungry though, so she found herself heading for the kitchen.
Even though she hadn't been doing much of the action herself, she was burning a lot of calories simply with her hard and lengthy orgasms.
"All contestants should report to wardrobe on the main floor, in the West wing, prior to a formal dinner in the banquet hall," Felix's deep voice came over the sound system.
"Clothes!" one sister cried with glee, and the race to wardrobe began.
Wardrobe was bedlam, as eight women demanded the attention of the four gay young men that worked there. There were over a hundred outfits to choose from, but everyone wanted the same little red or black dress.
Pam knew where the make-up girl was, so she went straight to her chair, and asked for a macabre look, and she had a magazine picture to offer as a base.
The girl got to work immediately, accepting the challenge as a way to stand out among all the supporting crew.
When Pam got to wardrobe, she was thinking 'costume' more than 'outfit', and she was right to guess that all of the chick clothes would be gone.
"Guys, could you please make me look like a Vampire," she asked.
They perked up like they had just been challenged to a sing off! They noted the heavy white make up and the blood dripping at the corners of Pam's mouth.
A shiny tight black gown was chosen, then another dress was cannibalized to give the tight one a sweeping train.
When they had her all done up they were enchanted.
"It might be a silly question, but is there anything I could do for any of you," Pam offered, out of respect for their craftsmanship.
They jabbered together like hens, then one put up his hand.
"I would love to get a photo with my dick in Dracula's mouth!"
"Just the photo, you don't want to cum?" Pam asked, thinking that this would be a first.
"Well, I do want to record a little fun, if you don't mind?"
Pam got down on her knees while the feminine gay man pulled out a charming little prick. She wondered if it was the first time a woman had sucked on this one.
The other Style Advisers crowded around and cell phones appeared, while the Vampire lover positioned his own phone, to record the unfolding drama.
Pam gave a toothy mad grin to her audience, then set herself to pounce upon the innocent young man's penis.
She turned as the stiff tip went into her toothy maw, hamming it up for her viewers.
Pam fake chewed her way to full depth, noting how hard this gay guy had become.
She came back up slow, dragging her lips, as if to suck the life from the poor boy.
Without thinking, she pushed back down, this time there was no chewing, and Pan had introduced her tongue clip to the underside of his stiffy.
The action was slow, but all of their hearts were racing. Within three strokes the other dicks started to pop out, and they started jacking themselves as soon as they cleared the waist band.
Maybe Pam's guy was trying not to cum, but two minutes later, first one, then two of his friends started to show signs of cumming.
