AUTHOR'S NOTE -- This is a polished draft of a story that I published a few years ago.
While the story is exactly the same, I was desperate to tidy up some random inaccuracies and formatting errors. I'm so glad that I did as this has been my favourite story that I've ever written for Literotica and it was overdue for some tidying. It's a pure reluctance story and I hope you enjoy it.
Thank you to anyone who checks this out for the first time and thanks to everyone who read the original version.
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"Oh, she's not going to like this. Not one little bit..."
No sooner had Max pulled into an empty space in the car park, and switched off the engine, the beginnings of a ferocious downpour made themselves known. Thick droplets of rain began peppering his windshield and battering against the metallic red bonnet of his Vauxhall Corsa.
With the car having just reached 10 years of age, even the slightest bout of bad weather was enough to have Max on alert. He knew when he embarked upon a career in acting that earning a living was going to be tough, but the financial sacrifices he'd made to chase his dreams felt, at times, like they were too much to take. And those feelings usually became front and centre in his mind when his car needed even more money thrown at it to keep it on the road.
As the initial downpour settled into a prolonged, heavy shower of rain, Max looked up as he heard the noise he was waiting for. He was sat outside a large, modern office building in the middle of an industrial estate, to which the front door of the main entrance swung open. It was just after 11:00 p.m. on a Friday in early June when Max watched his young wife, Jodi, peer anxiously through the driving rain in search of her lift home. As was routine for them both, Max offered a modest tap of his steering wheel and peeped the horn, before raising his hand and beckoning her across.
He allowed himself a chuckle as Jodi attempted to dash from the front door to the car without getting soaked, which she failed at. Miserably. What was earlier a pleasant summer's day had prompted Jodi to head to work without a coat, and now she was holding a tiny cropped cardigan above her head as her signature long legs took massive, hurried strides towards Max's vehicle. With all the grace of a drowned rat, Jodi closed the distance and yanked the passenger door open, before diving into the seat and slamming the door, hard, behind her.
With her eyes closed, Jodi took a deep breath as she felt the dampness of her black dress clinging to her slender frame. "I swear to God... I fucking hate that place, babe. It was so, so busy tonight. Something about a problem with the customers' debit cards. People were just calling up, screaming that they couldn't pay for petrol, food...you name it. And I'm sat there, apologising, while they gave me dog's abuse all night."
Max took a moment to switch the heating on in a belated attempt to make Jodi more comfortable, before he glanced back across at her. Even in her current state, dishevelled from the elements, he couldn't help but appreciate just how beautiful she looked. Her long brown hair was matted in places from the intensity of the downpour, but it flowed gorgeously down her black work dress. The hem of which rested only a few inches above the knee, but was purposefully short enough to showcase her terrific long, slim, toned legs. But as she caught her breath from her exertions, Max smiled as her striking green eyes slowly opened and she began to compose herself.
"It was that bad? Jesus... Listen, Jodi, don't let it get to you. We both know what those customers are like. They'll shout and scream at anyone when they're angry. Trust me, if they could see who they were speaking to, they'd bend over backwards to shower you with compliments." With a subtle grin forming across his face, Max continued. "Besides, if you really wanted to stick it to them, they should see how perfect you look even after getting caught in the rain. Just think, babe, one of these days we'll drive past big buildings like this and that beautiful face will be all over posters and billboards. Speaking of which, did you hear back from them tonight?"
As soon as Max's question was posed, Jodi couldn't stop herself from bowing her head as she absently played with the damp crew neck of her dress. "I got an email from them tonight just after six. The usual. They liked my look and energy at the audition, but they had concerns that I don't have much experience and they're going in another direction." With a thud, Jodi thrust the back of her head against her seat and let out a long, audible sigh. "You saw those other girls when you came to pick me up. Half of them were completely interchangeable. They were all tits and teeth. Don't get me wrong, they were gorgeous. Some of them were breathtaking, but they just play this game better than I can. Some of these jobs just feel like the agents pick the cleavage they like best and move on. Meanwhile, I'm stuck here in a dead-end job in a fucking bank's call centre, getting screamed at over the phone..."
The weight of her disappointment compelled Max to reach across and rest his palm on Jodi's knee. "Look, we both know how much work you've been putting into this. We've both knocked on so many doors by this point...we've knocked so loud we're going to wake the neighbours! Jodi, I don't care if we have to knock with a battering ram, you are the complete package. Those girls might flaunt their tits in every audition, but not one of them has your look. They'd kill to put your elegance and natural beauty in front of a casting agent."
As his fingertips brushed across her knee, Jodi tilted her head towards him. "The skirt I wore to that audition barely covered my ass. It's just so frustrating. I'm 5'5", but I'm all legs. And when I decide to fight fire with fire and show them off, I just know that they're counting me out because I'm slim with a flatter chest." After taking a short breath, Jodi sat forward in her chair and fastened her seat belt. "They may as well hang a sign on the front door for me in the future, smaller chests aren't welcome... How about you? Did you hear anything about those jobs from last week?"
With a soft shrug of his shoulders, Max fought the urge to look away in embarrassment. "Nothing from either. The deadlines for both are pretty much up by now. Obviously having heard nothing at this point isn't a good sign. I know reading for a play that's broadcast on the radio is a bit out there, but they really made me think that I'd done enough."
After a pause, Max tapped his fingers on the steering wheel for a few seconds before he continued. "Listen, I saw something earlier today. It wasn't in the trade press, but a guy I used to work with sent the link to me. It's an advert for a job over in Glasgow. There wasn't much detail, but it said it was looking to hear from real-life couples in the industry and they want applicants to email them a link to their demo reels. I wish there was more I could tell you, but it's offering £2,000 each to shoot for 3-4 full days." With a hint of hesitation, he looked into Jodi's eyes. "The part about real-life couples makes me think it might be a casting for some reality TV bullshit, but...I don't know. The part where we could get £4,000 for a week's work... I mean, that's some breathing space I want to grab with both hands."
Jodi furrowed her brow as she let her fingers roll back and forth across the smooth strap of her seat belt. "That's pretty good money for just a week's work. Did you have time to check out the studio? The couple part is really weird though, why does it have to be a real couple? How would they know? Why would they even care? Maybe you're right, it does sound like a reality TV casting. And you don't need to film a game show for a full week." After a momentary pause, Jodi smiled and started to giggle. "Oh fuck, babe. Could you imagine if it was one of those sleazy porno castings? If that's what they're up to, trying to trick people with an ambiguous advert, I'd go fucking bananas."
The smile on Max's face widened as he considered his wife tearing the place apart. "Honestly? We already know the studios to avoid that are producing adult content. Unless it's a brand-new pop-up studio, I really don't think that's it. I did a bit of digging, but it's hard to pin them down. The studio's name is some kind of soulless corporate acronym, I can't even remember what it was. Normally, I'd just send my stuff to them, but because it would be for both of us, I wanted to see what you thought first."
After a deep breath, Jodi clasped both hands together and pressed her fingertips against her bottom lip. "I mean, we can apply, sure. If we get a response from them, we can always insist that they clarify exactly what they want. Glasgow's not far, but still... It's always excruciating to arrive at an audition and they ask for something completely different."
Max took a moment to start the engine and glance in his mirror. "Yeah, I think we should maybe just send our demo reels as they are. No need to go overboard customising the application. I'll just fill in the gaps about us being a couple and the ball will be in their court at that point." Just as Max started to pull out of the parking space, he glanced across to Jodi. "We can do it tomorrow morning. But after the shitty night you've just had, I can stop and get us some Chinese food on the way home. Money's never so tight that we can't get some of that soup on a Friday night, I'm absolutely starving!"
With her spirits buoyed, Jodi's eyes widened as she ran her hands across her soaked dress. "Perfect! But it's your turn to go out into that rain. There's no way in hell I'm walking into that shop looking like this..."