"You don't have to please me sexually, Miss Cole," the smirking movie director told the voluptuous young blonde who was sitting in the hard wooden chair in front of his desk. "But, if you don't, forget about getting the part in the movie you say you want so much. There are a lot of other sexy girls who want that part just as much as you do and will be glad to earn it by doing what I want."
Coral Cole fought back the tears that were welling up in her eyes at how unfair the man on the other side of the desk was being. "Please, Mr. Manson. I've always been a good girl. I've never done anything like that except once, and that was with my steady boyfriend."
"Well, Miss Cole, then it's about time you learned the facts of life. I want to eat your pussy and fuck you on that couch over there and, after we get through having our fun, we'll sign a contract and you'll be in the cast for the movie you want to be in. That's why it's called a casting couch. Now, either take off all your clothes and lie down right now or get up and leave. Frankly, I don't care that much which you choose. This afternoon, there'll be another girl in here, just as hot as you and she'll do what I say, and she'll get the contract."
Coral really wanted the part in the film, and she needed it. On her eighteenth birthday, she had received a legacy from an aunt who had died a long time ago, and the money had financed her attempt to make it in Hollywood. Because of her pretty face with the peaches and cream complexion and her voluptuous figure, she thought it would be a cinch, but she had quickly learned otherwise. That money was almost all gone by then, and there was nothing promising on the horizon except for the role she was interviewing for with Greg Manson.
The part she was seeking that day was very short, but Coral believed it would be the perfect way for her to finally break into the movies, and she would be perfect for it. If she was the girl chosen, her face and legs and figure would be prominently on display several times for a total of almost four minutes in the film, as a bosomy teenager leading cheers at a high school football game.
Besides looking exactly right for the part, she had two years experience as a cheerleader in the school she had attended. The role was simple, with no lines except the cheering, but she believed her talents and the close shots of her face and, especially, her figure in the cheerleader costume, would be certain to lead to bigger and better things in the immediate future, besides earning her some money right away.
As the director of a project which was still in the planning stage, Greg Manson would not usually be involved in casting such minor parts as the one sought by the young woman pleading in his office, but this would be something special. Any hotty could fill the role; certainly the sexy girl he had just propositioned could do it perfectly. Since there were dozens of others who could fit the part almost as well, he would give a contract to the girl who earned it on his casting couch. If that turned out to be Coral Cole, that would be fine but, as he had told her, he had his choice of many who could do it as well.
She hated the idea of earning the part by having sex with a stranger - it made her feel like some kind of prostitute -- but Coral also believed she knew what had to be done to keep alive her dream of a career in the movies. "You won't tell anybody, will you, Mr. Manson?" she asked, tacitly agreeing to his terms.
"No, Coral, it will be our secret. I don't believing in making my love life public."
He was telling the truth; he wouldn't bother telling anybody, because everybody would know it already. Anyone who knew anything about how things work was aware how roles such as the one in question were filled by beautiful women, or sometimes men, who earned them lying on casting couches of producers and directors and other VIP's all over town. It was such common knowledge throughout the industry, nobody even bothered to talk about it, and that would include Greg Manson, once he succeeded in signing Coral Cole or some other hotty to the part of the cheerleader.
Still hesitant, Coral walked over to the couch. She tried to avoid jiggling any more than she could help, but her body was too lush to be fully contained in the red and white sweater and short pleated skirt she was wearing. It was the uniform Coral used to wear as a cheerleader, and she had hoped it would show the director she already had the experience, as well as the looks, to handle the part. The skirt showed off her long, shapely legs, and the tight sweater out her large breasts on display, and she was wondering, after being propositioned so crudely, if something more demure might have avoided the predicament she had gotten into.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked as she stood by the couch wondering how many other girls like her had earned their start in the movies there.
"Take off your shoes and sox. I'll come over and take off the rest." Greg was really looking forward to this audition.
Unhappy at what she realized she would have to do, Coral gingerly sat on the smooth couch she was already thinking of as her place of humiliation. She took off her red and white sneakers and slowly started to remove one of her white bobby sox. Hoping something would happen to rescue her, she took as long as she could get away with but, eventually, pulled it off her foot. She took longer with the second one and, when both feet were bare, the unhappy young woman stood up, waiting for further orders.
Greg didn't mind a little wait. The longer she took preparing herself, the more he looked forward to what he was going to do with her. He loved eating the pussies of gorgeous women, such as Coral Cole, almost as much as he loved to fuck them, and he would do both that afternoon. In order to avoid any problems with paternity suits, he would wear a condom. After he ejaculated into it, he might make her lick the cum off his cock. Maybe he would even make her suck him off, depending how he felt after fucking her.
