This is taken from my drafts, and actually ends chapter one. Thank you for the 1 suggestion I had received in the comments, but I would really appreciate some more interaction and suggestions to take this piece forward, since I am currently not in a space to think about ideas.
This chapter is just a link between the first and the coming one. Hope you enjoy:)
I will be introducing elements of BDSM, so read at your own risk!
It had been 2 days since Roshni's highly erotic casting, and it was as if something had been awoken inside her.
She was still demure to society at large, but she felt a woman liberated, at peace with what she was becoming.
On the third day, she got a call from an unknown number. With bated breath, she picked it up.
'Good morning Roshni! It's Everly Studios! How are you doing?'
'I'm doing great- Uh- thanks for asking' She replied, not knowing what to say.
'So, we have good news for you. You have been accepted to our junior scriptwriter position, and pending a medical and some tests, you will be cleared to start immediately. How does that sound?'
Trembling, but excited, she continued. 'Oh hey, that's great news! Why would I need to complete a medical though?'
'Well, to be blunt and clear, you were informed that you will be regularly fucked throughout your stay with us, and it is to test you in that regard. Do you consent?'
Thrown off guard, she managed to mumble out the words before she could change her mind. 'Uhh yes, if it's needed, I will do it.'
'Great, be back with us tomorrow, and as usual, wear something nice.'
And the line clicked dead.
Sweating, a thin sheen forming on her body, Rishni was just as excited, and knew the medical would contain some perverse acts, it was practically a given.
The next day could not arrive quicker, and she was ready. Her son was patched off to school, and she had her outfit donned on.
It was certainly risky, but she couldn't care less.
She was rocking a single piece black dress, an attire she had never risked during her marriage. The seam was dangerously below her cleavage, exposing more than a generous view of her big tits, her nipples squeezed tightly against the fabric. She had on no bra, and it was a delectable sight, her areolae practically begging to spill out her dress.
The dress only came up a few inches above her knees, a length only worn by the whores at the clubs. It hugged her plump ass tightly, and accentuated her love handles, something she had grown to embrace. She was a sexy MILF, and she was proud of it.
This time, she curled her hair, and it came down in waves, beautifully framing her face, seeming more natural now. She lined her lips heavily with the thickest lipstick she could find, curled her eyelashes, and got ready.
30 minutes later, and she was back in the plush reception of Everly Studios, nervous as ever.
She was ushered into an adjacent room by the attractive receptionist, and told to wait for a few minutes, with the aim being for her to get a grasp of the situation.
She was clearly in a room designed to be a doctor's office, with a complete and formal setup. The pair of stirrups, knee splitting chairs, and medical equipment. They didn't take this lightly, or so it seemed.
A handsome middle aged man with a salt and pepper look walked into the room, a notepad in his hand, wearing a pristine white doctor's robe, eyes glinting, with a happy expression.
"Hi Roshni, my name is Advait, very nice to finally meet you. I have here in my notes that you are scheduled to start work with us sometime soon? For that, you will need to undergo a medical, so we can clear you. And if you consent, we can begin right now.'
Starting to get acclimatized to saying yes, she merely nodded her assent, still shy.
'Perfect. We can get started immediately then. Please, stand up.' He instructed.
The minute she did, Nahid and Adil made a surprise entrance into the room, and immediately grabbed her ass and boobs, Nahid cupping her succulent ass cheeks and Adil digging into her milky tits, effortlessly lifting her into the air, proceeding to strip her of her dress, bunching it around her waist and tugging it off in one smooth motion. Still suspended in the air, they carried her over to the gynecological chair and plonked her onto it, naked as the day she was born.
Moving quickly, they moved to either side of the chair, and buckled her arms into the handrests, effectively restraining her. Seated on his chair, Advait scooted over to her, and began talking to her terrified yet excited form.