The invitation said, 'Casting Competition' then in brackets (by invitation only).
'All contestants will be over 18, with no cosmetic surgery. They must submit to advance screening for sexual diseases and drug addiction. You have been chosen as a potential contestant. We will be in touch with your Agent.'
Strange.
Pam wondered if it was legit, so she called her scumbag agent.
"Hey Huey, what's the deal with the Casting Competition thingy?" Pam asked Huey when he finally answered his cell.
"Oh, that's a great opportunity for the right girl, but these end up being real fuck fests, are you ready to put yourself out there like that?" Huey reeled her in with his challenge.
"As long as it's not for actual porn, I will do anything to get a chance to show them what I've got!" Pam announced.
"Well, they will be looking at and enjoying 'what you've got' for as long as the competition takes, so you better stock up on extra strength condoms!" Huey advised with a grunt.
"We have to submit for a physical and blood work a week before the contest," Pam admitted, "So they won't be using condoms for this one."
"The winner will get a major role, which will involve scenes that are more explicit than most A list women would agree to, but the star power of Keith Morrow will give some lucky woman a big opportunity," Huey offered, knowing that his commission would be a giant windfall for him too.
The stretch Town car picked up Pam just after noon on Friday. She was starving off a few more ounces, and wondered if there would be food. She only had her purse with a few things to powder her nose, even though the instructions simply said, 'bring only the invitation, every need will be supplied'?
A balding fat man opened the door to the mansion that she was delivered to, and he examined her invitation. Then he curtly turned and muttered, "follow me."
"My name is Felix, and I am the contest Umpire," Felix explained to the 8 women standing in the foyer of the impressive estate house.
"We have small lockers for the purses that most of you brought, and all of those women will start with one demerit point, for failing to follow instructions," he continued.
Murmurs came from all quarters.
"Ladies! Should anyone not want that one demerit, you can line up over here, and give me a blow job," Felix announced, but no volunteers appeared.
"Everyone, please head for the change rooms on the left and down the stairs," Felix herded his luscious ladies to their shame.
"Felix, there are no costumes in my change room?" Sharon wondered out loud.
"That's right, there will be no wardrobe needed for the first part of the contest Ladies, so just peel it all off, my pretties, and place your garments in the box provided," the Umpire shouted, showing his pearly whites.
Everyone knew that this was coming, so the mumbling quickly subsided, while the mind games started.
Pam was proud of her body, even though some Hollywood producers called her fat, she was only 110 pounds! At 5 foot 8, that was not fat, and she knew that her breasts were at least 5 pounds of that, so she most certainly wasn't fat!
The Doctor that Pam had to submit to, saw the marks of a boob job right away, so Pam had to provide her medical records that showed that she only had some muscle work, to make it easier to hold her breasts just where she wanted them, instead of having them sag. The results of the surgery and the ongoing exercises, were outstanding. The Doctor had pinched her nibs, claiming that they should plump up if they were natural.
Felix walked into the change area. "All loose jewelry should go in the box too Ladies, and that includes earrings." More moans, as everything personal was peeled away with the clothes.
"Okay Ladies, everyone out here in the Gym please, hurry," Felix prompted them. "Please line up, shoulder to shoulder, with your legs apart and spread your labia for an open vagina inspection," Felix stated, then sat and pondered his iPad.
He kept busy for at least five minutes, then looked up.
"Thank you ladies. Now turn and spread your butt cheeks," Felix commanded.
The grumbling started up right away, but Felix took a small spreader and looked into the anus of every one of his girls. "I'm just ensuring that no contraband comes into the estate, especially drugs," he claimed.
"Okay, for tonight you will be serving a party of 20, so you must offer your services at all times by stating, 'Is there anything I can do for you?' Then you do it and repeat," Felix made it sound so simple.
"Of course you are free to decline any of your clients needs, but that will result in demerits, and they will be the determining factor in this contest."
Pam walked directly toward a cute young man, but one of the others was faster, and she had to settle for an older guy.
"Sir, is there anything I can do for you?" she prompted, without smiling.
"Oh, my! You are a treat young lady," the guy responded, while looking up and down Pam's young body. "My name is Paul, and you are?"
"Pam, at your service," Pam responded and giggled a little this time.
"Do you think that you would enjoy a bounce with a geezer like me?" Paul asked and waited for a response.
"You seem nice," was Pam's simple response, and it must have been the right answer. Paul nodded his head and stood. Taking Pam's hand he led her toward a row of closed doors.
"I have not had a good hummer in days dear, would you mind starting there?" Paul asked, while pulling off his shirt.
Pam moved in close and helped to remove Paul's belt and pants. The cock sprung free as soon as she tugged on the light blue boxer's that Paul was wearing.
Pam kissed the head of the 6 inch circumcised penis, then pulled it flat against his stomach while she licked and sucked his balls. They were not 'old man' balls, instead they were hanging firmly in his lightly haired scrotum.
"Have you been in anything yet dear," Paul wondered as he casually had his balls cupped in Pam's hand while she ran her tongue up and down the shaft.
Pam pulled away for a second, "nothing with dialogue," she said and got right back into the cock.
Paul leaned back in a plush chair while Pam took him into her mouth and she automatically started to strum across the cock with the clip in her tongue.
"Awe, that is nice dear. Deeper please," Paul instructed.
Pam took him all of the way in, gulping as she swallowed down and on to the base, pushing the tip down her fully relaxed throat. She held it there for a good ten count, then started pumping for the full stroke.
As soon as her lips cleared Paul's tip, she plunged back down, keeping the process going until Paul started to moan. Pam didn't even think about it, as her hands softly caressed his balls.
Bliss was the look, as he emptied his sperm into Pam's hungry throat.
"Oh yes! You are a sport! Now I need to smoke some weed. Would you like to join me?" Paul inquired.
Pam jumped at the chance, figuring that she would survive this contest a lot better with an easy going attitude, and marijuana was just the ticket!
They passed through one of the Games rooms on the way to the garden. Three young lads were banging away on a petite blonde, with her, pushed forward over a chair and one fellow riding her from behind, while another was pushing his cock into her mouth. The third guy was there for encouragement, or he was waiting for his turn.
"Hi Mr. Sumner," the pussy pumper alerted his buddies to the intruder.
"Hi guys, Miss, I hope we're all having a good time?" Paul asked.
"It looks like you're well cared for sir," the stand by guy suggested, showing that this older guy had some sway in Hollywood.
"We're going to hit some good Afghan Indica if anyone is interested," Paul asked, but didn't stop.
The boys grunted their 'thanks - but no thanks', but just before the two got to the door they could just make out a mumbled reply, but it was distorted by a cock.
"Sorry, I didn't hear that," Paul stopped and turned back.
"Oh, no problem Mr. Sumner, we are just getting into it here, but thanks for the offer."
More grunting.
"Please let the young lady talk, son," Paul enunciated his words, like a speech therapist - no, more like a Drill Sergeant.
The cock was reluctantly withdrawn from the young woman's mouth.
"I think... that a little smoke would be... much appreciated," Cindy pushed out with a few coughs and grunts.
"That's okay sir, she can get some later..." The thrust-er whined, but he was cut short.
"We won't be needing you three anymore tonight. Get out. You, young lady..."
"Cindy," Pam whispered.
"...Cindy, would you please accompany us to the garden?"
One of the three seemed to have more sense than the other two, as he pulled them toward the door. They hadn't removed any of their clothes, they just pulled up zippers as they made a hasty exit.
Out on the patio Paul introduced himself to Cindy, as he pulled a coffee can from a bushy shrub near a gazebo.
"Those leeches should never have been allowed in, but it's hard to keep these events private," he shook his head, while pulling a baggy of joints from the can.
The lighter was a small torch, which Paul started with the push of a button, and the joint was lit with a quick spark of fire. He pulled deeply then offered it to Cindy.
"It is a very strong strain, so you might want to..." Paul started, but Cindy pulled on the blunt like it was the gift of life.
"Thank god you pulled me from their grasp," Cindy finally moaned, with a puff of grey smoke. "They were going to splash me all night," she declared as she shook her head and hugged her glistening breasts.
Paul got on his cell phone. "Felix. If anyone is being gang banged, I want you to stop it, and send the miscreants home."
"That's right, and send the ladies to the Garden please, it's about time that they met the Executive Producer," he finished and tapped the disconnect.
