This story is inspired from Casting Kate by shaunreagh.
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I met him at some friend's birthday bash. He said I had the potential to be a successful model. I knew I was pretty. Okay, I'm being humble, I know I'm sexy. I've known it from the time I turned 16 or 17, that's when guys started to ask me out. Now, at 19, I've been through enough to know I'm what the guys call, 'hot property'.
But it's a completely different thing when compliments come from a modeling agent. When someone who's launched, promoted and worked with models tells you that you have the potential to make it big in modeling, you blush, act coy and hope to hell that he isn't kidding. That's what I did. And after I had had a brief little chat with him, fixing up an appointment at his office the next day, I started to dream. I saw myself on the ramp, on the hoardings, in the TV ads, and then, of course, in the movies. It's a dream that countless girls have seen, it's a dream that every one of them have believed to be able to fulfill. Of course, most of these gullible beauties have fallen prey to evil minds because of this one dream. I did too.
My agent booked me an audition within three days of signing up with him. And it was no small audition; I had a meeting lined up with a big shot. This person I was supposed to meet, let's call him Dick (because he was a real dick, a real bastard), handled the advertising accounts of some major corporations. "Get on his good side, and you'll make it big in a blink of an eye," I was told.
I met Dick this afternoon. The thing is, now that I think about what transpired between us, I'm not sure what to make of my audition. I did what I had to do; I think I made a good impression. I was prepared to make a great impression, I even dressed to impress: a red skirt, a white shirt and black vest. Underneath, I wore a pair of my finest satin underwear, black.
I walked into Dick's office at around noon today. I was shown into his cabin a few minutes later. We weren't alone, though. Dick had an assistant with him; we'll call him Hole, because together they were a dickhole. A bunch of losers is what they were. While Dick was bulbous and old (probably in his late 40s), Hole was thin as a rail and a couple of decades younger than his boss. That's where the dissimilarities ended. Both had balding heads, wicked eyes and gawdawful ugly faces.
Some chitchat, a few cursory looks at my portfolio and we were ready to audition. "Please stand up," I was told by Dick. I obliged. "Now turn around." I obliged again, and heard him shout at Hole, "Hole, take the girl's vest off."
"I can do it," I said, quietly, to Hole, behind me.
"Let him do it," snapped Dick, at me.
I stood there, mildly shocked at being snapped at, but allowed Hole to come up behind me and make a show of unbuttoning the two buttons of my vest. He pressed his groin into my ass and brushed his knuckles against my boobs before finally taking the vest off.
I stood towards Dick; back straight, boobs proud and face smiling. He looked at me for a moment, and without shifting his gaze away from me, said, "Loose the shirt."
When I reached up to my shirt's top button, I heard Dick say, "Let Hole do that." I dropped my hands immediately, and Hole, who was ready behind me, slid his hands around me just as immediately. I moved my arms away from my side to give Hole better access to my shirt buttons. I smiled confidently at Dick while Hole unbuttoned my shirt, palms grazing against my boobs and groin pushed into my ass.
"We are currently seeking a female lead for a major condom brand," I was told. "There'll be some intimacy involved for the shoot."
"Oh, I don't mind that," I managed to say, hopefully confidently, as Hole fingers kept working on my buttons and his palms on my boobs. And as soon as the shirt was drawn down from my arms, I wasn't surprised to hear Dick say, "Now let's get rid of that skirt as well."
"Sure," I said, looking at Dick, before looking back at Hole and telling him to go ahead. But surprise, surprise, Dick said, "No, babe, I'll do that." He beckoned me forward towards him with a finger, and who was I to not oblige? Dick was just a couple of steps away, sitting in a large, stuffed chair, but I managed to make that small walk as confidently as I could. I came to a halt between his spread legs, my thighs almost touching his crotch.
I watched him move his hands to my sides, go behind me and fondle around for the zipper and catch of my skirt. While he tried to find the zipper, his hands traveled my hips, lower back and ass before one of the rested on one ass-cheek and the other on the inside of my leg. My acute awareness of his hands was broken when he asked me if I could model for a condom brand.
Looking down into his eyes, I replied in the affirmative as his hand came tantalizingly close to my panty-clad pussy. My fists were lightly clenched and I was fighting the urge to walk away from him, but I gritted my teeth and kept my legs conveniently apart for him.
