2 comments/  63710 views/  13 favorites

Casting Call Ch. 01

By: Trimpostinger



I work in Hollywood, and it is usually as unglamorous as you can possibly imagine. Yes, I occasionally see stars walking around the lots or I see them out on the streets, but mostly, they look like ordinary people, and just like people who live in New York aren't that impressed by the Empire State Building after a few months of seeing it every day, seeing stars walking about becomes old too.

Besides, if you think that stars look the same in real life as they do on the screen, then you have no idea how a make-up person earns a living. They have just as bad skin and acne as the rest of us; they just have people working around the clock to hide it.

And I don't work on movie sets; I am an assistant to a casting director. Basically I sit in a room and listen to desperate (and often desperately bad) men and women read horribly written lines to try and get a part listed as "Second Tall Man" or "Security Guard" or "Store Cashier." All of the famous actors are cast before the movie is green lit.

But today was different. I knew it was going to be good because one of my jobs is to make sure that any wardrobe requirements were taken care of ahead of time. Rarely do the hopeful actors need to dress up, but in the past we've needed to see how the people looked in 18th century garb, or if they had the right mobility in a monkey suit, or one time we were casting for a caveman movie, and we had to see how the people looked in animal skins. This time the wardrobe requirement brought quickness to my pulse: bikinis.

I picked up half a dozen string bikinis at the costumer we work with and sped over to the casting office. In the waiting room I saw five very attractive women waiting for their chance to try on my wares, but I was running late, so I didn't have time to really look at them. There was no one in the normal casting room, so I was a little worried until I saw Bev walking to toward the garage.

She was a senior assistant, and usually helped out with the women if there were hair or make-up requirements. She also had to field most of the calls from agents and was responsible for posting the casting calls. I didn't ask her why she was going into the garage, because I figured I should already know. Instead I followed her and saw that they had emptied the two car garage and had a bunch of curtains hung up to section off a 20-foot area.

I walked around the curtains until I saw my boss sitting in a folding chair in front of the scene that had been set up inside the curtains. There was a six-foot square section of tile lying on the concrete floor right next to a drain. Above the tile was a shower head supported by a few vertical two-by-fours and attached to a hose the led off toward a sink in the corner of the garage.

I figured Denny had set it up earlier that morning. He was the set and props guy. Most of our casting auditions required nothing, and it was just a bunch of people reading a script, but every once in a while we were casting for an action scene and people had to have chairs broken over them or they had to be thrown through glass, and Denny was the one responsible for making everything work. This shower scene wasn't very elaborate, but it sent goose bumps up and down my skin.

My boss, Gary, caught my eye and called me over. "What's with the tie, Joe?" he asked rising from his chair to great me.

I had almost forgotten in my excitement and looked down at my clothes. I was heading to my cousin's wedding later that day, and I didn't think I would have enough time to go home and change, so I was wearing a shirt and tie with khakis. I was suddenly worried that my boss would be upset for out dressing him, as he was always in jeans and a t-shirt. "I've got a wedding right after this."

He just nodded. He was cool. There were just the three of us working for him: Bev, Denny, and myself. He handled all the conversations with the writers and directors to make sure they got all the people they wanted. He was really good and got contracts for a lot of big movies, so I was surprised when we got the contract for this movie. It was a standard teen comedy. We spent the past few days casting a lot of high school extras: jocks, nerds, in-crowd, cafeteria fodder, teachers, and the like.

"Did you get the suits?" he looked down at the jumble of strings and material patches in my hand that made up the half a dozen bikinis I had collected. I nodded. "Bev," he called over to the woman who was checking the temperature of the water leading to the shower. She jogged over and took the suits from me. "Let's get started," he told her, and she left in search of the first victim.

"You're in for a treat today," he told me as he took his seat and motioned for me to do the same. There were only three chairs. There was a table with coffee and donuts and a bench with a few towels on it. "By law, for a castings like this, I am supposed to have as few people as necessary and as many women as I can. I only have one working for me, and Denny already did his work, so you are the lucky one."

Gary didn't say any more than that, so I just sat and waited. About ten minutes later the first girl came out. She was wearing a bathrobe and sandals. She walked right up to Gary and shook his hand, introducing herself. Bev handed her bio to my boss, but he just handed it over to me, as he usually did. He would make notes on it later. He was far more interested in the live actress in front of him, then a description of what she had done before.

The girl's name was Heather Kim. It was an Asian name, but with long blonde hair and pale skin, I could only detect her ancestry from the shape of her eyes on the full color head shot on her bio. I flipped it over and saw that she had been in countless films and TV shows as a waitress, a life guard, an ex-girlfriend, and so forth. She even had had a few speaking roles.

"So, what are we looking at here, your typical shower scene?" She was very professional, and had probably done many, many auditions like this before. For every role we filled, we usually saw 6 to 8 people, meaning close to 90% of the time you auditioned, you didn't get the role. So to have as many roles as she had, she must do this every day. Also, she sounded so old and professional. Her bio stated she was 24, and I didn't see how she could pull off a high school girl.

"Yes," Gary responded to her question. "You are in a shower room with a half a dozen other girls. Above you are two guys filming your through the exhaust vent. One of them will misstep and they will both coming crashing to floor. I would like you to shower normally until I yell 'Crash,' at which time I want you to react. Okay?"

Heather nodded. She finally took off her robe and handed it to Bev. She also kicked off her sandals and moved over to the tile square. I was a bit disappointed that I was only going to get a bikini show, but she was still hot. Like I said before, most of the big name actresses are not as hot as they appear on screen. They are on screen because they can act and memorize lines. If you notice, it is rarely the lead actresses in these teen movies who gets naked, it is always a bunch of no-name extras. That's because the extras are hot, they just can't act. They think they can, but they can't.

Heather was showering away with imaginary soap under real water. I must admit she played the part well. She spent a lot of time rubbing her breasts and washing her ass. I doubt girls actually spend that much time on those areas when they take real showers, but this wasn't supposed to be a real shower. It was a wet dream fantasy for a couple of nerds in the ceiling.

"Crash!" Gray shouted.

Heater leaped back and almost fell onto the concrete. Bev started forward quickly, but Heather caught herself on the fake shower post. "Ayeeeiii," she cried. "Get out! Get Out! You pervs get out!" She was still holding onto two-by-four and jumping up and down. Her boobs moved very nicely inside one of the bikinis I had picked out.

"Cut," Gary called. He loved it when he could say that. I knew he wanted to be a director some day.

"Was that okay?" Heather asked, stepping out of the stream of water for a moment to talk.

"Where did the boys crash through the ceiling?" he asked.

Heather shrugged. "I don't know."

"Neither did I," Gary responded. "You were looking at me, you should have been looking at them."

"But they aren't . . ." she started, but then caught on.

"And remember that you are naked," Gary said. The dim witted Heather looked down at herself briefly as if to see if this were in fact the case. Unfortunately not. "If guys came crashing into your shower with cameras, and you were naked, I think your hands would be places other than holding onto the shower rod."

"I almost fell over," she chuckled.

"Yes, I saw that, now let's try it again."

We ran through it a few more times. She showered erotically for a few seconds, and then Gary would yell 'Crash.' She eventually caught on and began imagining people in the room and covering up appropriately.

After ten or fifteen minutes, Gary had seen enough, or at least I thought he had. He motioned for her bio back and jotted down a few notes on the back of it. Bev began to walk back toward Heather with a towel and a bathrobe, but Gary motioned her to stop. She frowned at him and shook her head. It seemed to me that they had just had a silent discussion that I wasn't part of.

Heather walked back toward us dripping wet and smiling, completely oblivious to the fact that she was a terrible actress. "As you know from the casting call, this role will require nudity," Gary said. "So I will need to see you without the suit."

I was shocked, but Heather didn't hesitate. She reached behind her back and untied the top and through it aside. Her breasts were amazing. They were amazingly fake, but they were amazing. She then undid the ties on the side of the bottoms and dropped them to the floor. She had a cute strip of hair above a clean pussy. She posed with her hands on her hips, tossing her wet hair on and off her shoulders. She then turned around, swished her hips and bent completely over to touch the floor giving us a great view of her tight ass and more.

I was squirming visibly in my chair. This whole scenario had started off with promise, but as Gary had gone through the audition, he had been so technical and professional, asking Heather to tone down the sexiness of her performance to make it more realistic, that I thought it would just end in a big tease.

Well I was sort of right. Heather was teasing us, shaking her bare ass and shaved pussy at us, knowing we had every right to see it, but would never be able to touch it. There it was, dripping wet and as perfect as I've ever seen and only 10 feet away from me.

"That's enough," Gary said. "Thank you."

I looked at him incredulously. Didn't he realize that if he had said nothing, she would have likely kept on performing? Heather began to walk away, naked and dripping wet before Bev called to her. The older woman handed her a towel, and after a brief toweling off session that secured the tent I was pitching in my khakis, heather wrapped herself in the bathrobe. Bev pushed her toward the exit and then lingered long enough to frown at Gary again, "You didn't have to do that."

"It's the only thing she's good at," he replied. "I had to leave feeling good about herself."

When both women were out of earshot I turned to my boss. "What did she mean?"

"Did you see the names of the movies she was in?" he asked back, handing me her bio again. I had just looked at the roles before because they were in bold, but now I read the fine print beneath them to see the racy titles she had been in. She was a porn star.

"The role requires nudity, and all these girls will know that. I need to see them naked, because if I send the director someone with a birthmark or other deformity, I won't be working with him again. Bev's just upset because she knows there is no way Heather is getting this part, so there was no reason for her to have to get naked, but I could tell she wanted to."

Gary chuckled to himself as he took back the bio and made a few more discouraging notes on it. "Now," he said to me, "take those to the dryer and go get the next girl."

I was wondering why I was there, and now I knew that with the nudity portion of the audition, Bev would be spending a bit more time with each of the girls than usual, so if we wanted to finish on time, I would need to help play shepherd.

I scooped up the wet bikini, and jogged over to the corner where the hose for the shower was attached to the sink. There was a washer and dryer there too, and I tossed the wet suit in the dryer and started it.

I then went back to the lobby to get the next girl. I looked at the sign-in sheet to see Heather's name at the top of the list. I put a little check mark next to it and turned to the girls to read the next name: "Betty Cowen?" A long legged brunette responded to my call. She wore a tank top that was stretched to its limit across her chest giving great cleavage. The idea that I would get to watch her shower and then strip, made my pants grow taunt again. I causally held the sign in sheet in front of my fly as I shook her hand and took her bio sheet.

"This way please," I said, and as she moved past me, I looked more closely at the girls who were waiting their turn. I hadn't seen that many hot girls in one place since my last SI swimsuit issue, and they were all waiting their turn to get naked in front of me. This was the greatest job in the world.

I led Betty to the dressing room and cracked the door to the room a bit to see in. Bev was in there talking to Heather encouragingly. Heather was half dressed, having put on her underwear and jeans, but she was still topless as she vigorously dried her hair in the towel. Her breasts shook like a pair of slinkies going down the stairs.

I closed the door and turned to Betty, some how getting my voice under composure. "Go on in. Bev will tell you what to where." Betty smiled and nodded, just as cheerful as Heather had been. As I ran back to the garage, I wondered what each girl was thinking going into something like this. Gary had said the role required nudity, and they weren't fazed by it in the least. I mean I know there are a lot of movies with nudity and plenty of pornos, but I had never been on this end of it before.

All these girls wanted to make it big in Hollywood, and this was an avenue to do that. If you did a great nude scene in a mainstream movie, it would create a buzz, and you would be called back for the sequel or in a different movie. If the buzz continued and your name started to show up in internet searches, then they might give you a speaking part in the next movie, and your career would go from there.

Gary was waiting patiently in his chair, and I showed him the next bio. He waived it off as usual, and preferred to see the real thing first. Betty came out a few minutes later with Bev in toe. She wasn't as bad an actress as Heather, but I spotted the same type of racy movie titles in her bio. Still she had potential, and Bev didn't give Gary a dirty look when he asked her to drop her suit.

Her body was amazing, and while she didn't give us quite the show that Heather had, she twirled and bounced long enough to give us the idea. Bev escorted her out, I picked up the wet laundry, brought it over to the dryer, and then got the next girl.

After the fifth one, I got the hang of what Gary was looking for. I mean if it was me, I would just take the hottest ones, and be done with it. But when a girl got up there that could actually act, it was so obvious. While none of the girls were unattractive, there was a clear comparison to how hot you were and how much you could act. The best looking were the worst actors, and vice versa.

A couple of the really good actresses were rather hesitant when asked to take off their suits, giving me a dirty look. These were the intelligent girls who had actually read the laws concerning an audition like this and knew that Gary was only supposed to have the bare minimum amount of people there, and they questioned the need for my extra set of eyes. Eventually they did as they knew they would have to, but they would only stand casually forward for two seconds, turn around for two seconds, and the quickly put on their robe. Bev could also tell which girls were going to want the robe right away, and which had no trouble showing off their body.

After the fifth girl, I also had to shuttle dry bikinis to the changing room. When I walked in, there were three girls in there in various stages of undress. Two of them screeched and covered up while the other hardly paid me any attention. As I hurried out of there, I figured it all out. You needed someone to react like that when the guys fell into the shower. These porn actresses had been in plenty of scenes where guys walked in on them showering, but their reaction was usually to suck the guy off. That wouldn't play into the fantasy of the voyeurs. The whole point of climbing into the ceiling and filming the girls in the shower secretly is because if you went up to them in the hall and asked for the same thing, they would say no. This was supposed to be a forbidden treat.

However, several of the better actresses were too protective of their bodies such that even when they showered in a bikini they were curling their arms around their chest as they washed their hair and holding their legs half bent to hide their crotch. If that's how they showered with a bikini on with two guys and a woman watching, how would they do with a whole camera crew watching with them completely naked?

About two hours in we got our first really good candidate. Vina showered like she was in a shampoo commercial. She kneaded imaginary soap into her hair with her elbows out wide, trying to cover nothing up. She didn't spend time caressing her breasts or ass, but washed her hair, arms, and legs. She looked like a real girl taking a shower, not someone trying to put on a show or trying to cover up.

I could tell Gary was thinking the same thing because he let her shower for a long time before yelling 'Crash.' When he did, she reacted perfectly, draping one arm across her chest and sent her other hand into her crotch. She yelled at the imaginary intruders and cursed believably.

Gary didn't need another take, and while she cast a nervous look at me, she dropped her suit without a problem, showed us her amazing body, and then before taking the robe asked if there was anything we wanted to see or know. We shook our heads and she thanked us and left in her robe.

"There's a keeper," Gary said as he made his first real encouraging notes on a bio.

And that's how my day went. If that was all it was, though, it wouldn't have been that great. It wasn't until Alison showed up at the very end of the day that things got interesting. I know what you're thinking, "Joe, what are you talking about? You spent eight hours watching hot girls shower and strip and it wasn't that great?"

Oh, I'll be having dreams about today for a long time, and I wrote down names of several movies that I have to go rent to see those girls in action, but it was all just a big tease and it was all very repetitive. It was the exact same thing over and over again with no new endings. Shower, scream and shout, strip. Once you've seen 10 fake boobs, you've seen them all. Those girls that could actually act, the ones that made you feel like you were watching them in their bathroom instead of a modified garage, were hot, and I had hard on for just about all eight hours, but I wasn't able to do anything about it, and as loose as some of these women looked, I didn't see anyway to work my way into a situation where we could meet later. Especially since I had a wedding to go to.


Casting Call Ch. 01



And as dumb as some of the girls were, they immediately saw I was a peon, and Gary was in charge. I could have been wearing a suit and he could have been wearing Bermuda shorts, and they still would have seen him as being in charge. That was until Alison showed up. She was the last girl for the day. She hadn't known to sign in, and so as I was calling names, hers never got called. Girls came in at many different times based on what their agents had set up for them, and we saw about 20 girls over the 8 hours. So with one girl left sitting nervously in the room, and no name on the sign in sheet, I had to walk over to her and ask her name.

"Excuse me miss, but are you here for the audition?"

She had been sitting with her knees clenched together and arms on her legs, biting her lip and staring down at her hands. She looked up, startled. "Huh, what, uh, yes. I mean, I'm sorry Mr . . ."

"Joe," I said, smiling at her. "Just Joe. What is your name?"

"A-A-Alis-s-on," she replied, no last name for now.

"Are you okay?" I asked. "Do you know what this part is for?"

It seemed like she had come to some mental resolution in her mind and she stood up and extended her hand. "Yes. Yes, I do. I am ready Mr. . . uh, I mean Joe. What do I have to do?"

"Follow me," I said. I didn't bother asking for a bio, I could see she didn't have one. She was cute, and definitely looked the part. In fact, she looked like she was still in high school. "How old are you?" I asked to be safe.

"Oh, I am eighteen, don't worry about that."

That is what I was worried about. The youngest girl we had seen today was 22. I could also detect a Midwest accent. I had seen her type before. The shell-shocked Hollywood look was in her eyes. She was a high school sweetheart and she had left behind small town Nebraska for a life in Hollywood. She was beautiful and smart and maybe starred in a lot of good plays in high school. Now she was getting one rejection after another. She was too scared to impress an agent that could actually coach her, and she didn't have enough money for any outside coaching.

Eventually she would get sucked into the porn industry. If she ever got her confidence, she might escape, but few did, and the money was good enough that few wanted to. I dropped her off at the dressing room and wondered if Bev would even bring her out.


Ten minutes later she did. Bev was like a mother figure, and while she knew as I did, that there was no way Alison was going to get the part, the more exposure (if you pardon the expression) she got, the better prepared she would be for her next audition. Bev did walk past Gary, though, and after whispering something in his ear, he turned to me and said, "Why don't you take this one." He then turned to talk with Bev and they began sorting through the girls they had seen already and which they would recommend to the director.

Alison looked at me expectantly. "Okay," I said, "I'll take that robe." She handed me the robe and I caught my breath. Porn stars with double D's had been through here this morning. Professional models had been through here. But no one and been as breathtakingly beautiful as this girl. Her blonde hair was natural, as was the rest of her body. Her breasts were perfect C's and fit in the bikini as if they had been positioned professionally. Her butt was full and soft. She had a light tan with no tan lines. Her legs were lean and her stomach was flat with definition. You didn't get a stomach like that from starving yourself like all the girls before her. Alison was an athlete. Her arms were strong and fluid.

Though she was obviously shy about being in a bikini in front of me, I'm sure she had been in one before on the beach, and she made up for it by moving with the grace of a ballerina. Maybe her high school plays and been music and dance numbers, and I suddenly wondered if she could sing.

I must have been staring at her body for too long, because she cleared her throat nervously. "I work out a lot, and my breasts are real."

"Yes, well, I see." Now I was the nervous one. "Why don't you step under the shower?" I then explained the scene to her as Gary had done to all the girls before. I glanced back at my boss a few times and saw that he was very distracted by Alison's appearance. She was the perfect girl next door. He made a comment to Bev, but she shook her head knowingly, so he gave me an encouraging nod and focused on the girls he had already seen.

Alison was standing under the shower now, quickly getting soaking wet. The not in the back of her top had been hastily and nervously tied, and it was beginning to come lose, showing me more of her breasts. Without any coaching she didn't know what else to do but stand there and get wet. Frankly I could watch this all day and wished there were two guys above her filming it.

"Imagine you are in your shower at home. You just got done working out and you need to get clean. Work on all areas of your body slowly. Just close your eyes and relax. It should come naturally."

Alison nodded and slowly began to put her hands on her body and rub imaginary soap all over herself. At first it was like the porn girls who were more interested in getting guys off than getting clean. But eventually she moved to her hair, running her fingers through it, massaging her scalp, and turning her body.

And there was the money shot.

She turned so her body was facing me, but her head was tilted back, the water hitting her forehead and rolling down the front of her body. Her chest was stuck out, and the back tie on the top was hanging loose behind her back, the bottom of her round breasts clearly visible under loose bikini. Her tits were poking through the fabric and I could envision soap suds caressing those nipples. I was framing the shot in my mind and followed the flow of the white foam past her breasts, over her impossibly taunt abs, angled in on the crease of her legs toward her perfect pussy lips which were visible under the clinging swimsuit material, and then down the inside of her tight thighs.

"Gary!" I heard the cry from behind me and somehow managed to turn my eyes away to see my boss had been transfixed by the sight under the shower too. "She's not the one," Bev said more quietly, trying to redirect his attention. But Bev was a motherly figure to these girls. She wasn't a teenage boy. She didn't know perfection when she saw it.

"That's good," I croaked as I turned back to Alison. "That's really good. Now what about your arms? Those got all sweaty too."

Still with her eyes closed, Alison brought her arms in front of her, tilting her head back up so her hair fell down her back. She crooked her left arm and brought her hand up to her right shoulder, squeezing her perfect breasts together in the process. Her left hand stroked the whole length of her right arm, rotating the straight arm as she did, her triceps lifting her right breast up and almost out of the loose top. Just as I was sure the nipple would pop free, she released her arm, and the breast bounced a few times before she did the same with the other arm.

I was about to blow my load right there, but I managed to hold myself steady as she went ahead to repeat the process. It was better the second time as she seamed to sense the roll of her breast on her arm and was playing with it. "How about your legs," I squeaked, not sure if I could take anymore, but dying to find out.

She obeyed, again with her eyes closed, and bent slightly at the waist, lifting her leg so only the tip of her right toe still touched the tile, and then with her long arms, she wrapped both hands around her ankle and pulled up. Her head tilted down to reach her ankle, but as she pulled up, her neck and shoulders rotated upward, as her hair fell off the right side of her head giving me the best cleavage shot in the world.

Her fingers traced the long curves of her leg as she slowly straightened, and as the cleavage shot slowly disappeared when she became more upright, her fingers neared the bikini bottoms, and my eyes no longer even considered her breasts. Her right hand traveled up the outside of her leg, as the left traced her inner thigh, the outside of her hand caressing lightly against her pussy lips. I saw a shudder go through her, and I almost lost it again. Her left hand then traced the edge of the fabric as her right hand slid around to palm her ass. She turned to let me see as she drew the bikini bottoms up unto a thong, revealing the most perfectly formed butt cheek I had ever seen.

And then she did it to the other leg. Gary wasn't paying any attention to Bev now, and the older woman eventually gave up and walked out. She had in her mind the right girls. She didn't need to play part in this new fascination which had nothing to do with the job at hand. At least in her mind it didn't. She was looking for actresses. We understood the part needed to fulfill a fantasy.

When Alison finished the last leg, she slowly opened her eyes and let out a long breath. Gary and I breathed then too, probably for the first time in several minutes.

"Anything else?" she asked innocently, as if she had no idea what kind of performance she had just put on.

I was speechless, and Gary was glad for once that he wasn't playing the part of the boss, because he had nothing to say either. "Does that woman need something from me?" she asked of Bev, who was already almost out of the garage. "She had a bunch of pictures of the other girls. I don't have that do you need that?"

I shook my head. "Why would we need a picture of you? You're standing right here?"

Still, she looked very worried, and the calm that I was able to coach her too was gone now, and she had reverted to the nervous girl I had met in the lobby. She felt in over her head, and all the other girls had professional pictures taken and a resume. She had none of that. In her mind there was no way she was getting the part.

She was shivering now, despite the warm Southern California temperatures that filled the garage. I quickly brought her a towel and a robe, and she huddled inside both, the towel wrapped tight under her arms, and the robe over her shoulders. Gary said good-bye, and hurried off after Bev, hopefully to change her mind.

We were half way to the dressing room when I remembered that I had forgotten to have Alison strip. After having seen 20 naked women, I was finally given the first true beauty and I had let the opportunity slip away from me. I couldn't think of any way to get her out of her suit now that wouldn't sound creepy.

Little did I know that every thing was going to be taken care of for me.

Continued in Part Two . . .



Casting Call Ch. 02



Alison and I made it back to the dressing room to find that it was empty. All the other girls had changed and were gone. It was the end of the work day, and it was likely that most of them had night jobs. Alison's clothes were sitting on a pile in front of a locker where she had left them.

"Thank you very much for your audition," I said quite honestly. "We'll call you to let you know."

She didn't respond but sat down on the bench and held her head in her hands. I waited for a response but soon noticed that her body was shaking despite the robes and towels. "I'm no good," she cried, breaking into sobs. "I don't know what I am doing. I should have never left home. Dad was right. I was just a stupid little girl."

"No, no," I said, sitting down next to her and putting my arm around her, getting my dress shirt wet from her hair, but not caring. "You were good. In fact, you were the best I'd seen."

"You're just saying that because I'm crying. What about the guys in the ceiling?"

"What guys in the . . ." but then I remembered that I had forgotten to have the two imaginary guys crash in through the ceiling. For my first play at a casting director, I hadn't done a very good job.

"You were just humoring me. You had to talk me through everything. I bet you didn't have to do that with the other girls." She cried a bit longer and then her head came up. "You don't even have my phone number. How would you have called me to tell me anything?"

She quickly spun around so that she was kneeling in front of me, the robe falling off her shoulders. "I need this part. I am broke. I owe my roommate two months of rent and she is going to kick me out. I will do anything for this part." She put her hands on my chest as she pleaded and they were slowly sliding down as her pleas became more desperate. "What else can I do? I've never gotten a part before. I need this to wor-" The words hung in her throat as her hands slid far enough to come to rest on my erection.

I had been hard since the moment she had stepped in the shower, what seemed like an hour ago now. She seemed confused at first, but then the light went on in her eyes like it had back in the lobby when she had stood and decided to go through with the audition.

"I'll suck your dick."

I was too stunned to respond at first. Of course it was what I wanted. I had wanted every woman I had seen today (save Bev) to jump my bone, but I knew it would never happen, and somehow even now with this beautiful wet woman dressed in a towel and loose tied bikini begging to get me off, I still felt like it wasn't real.

"That is what I am supposed to do. That is how I get ahead, right? Get ahead . . ." she chuckled at her own joke, and the sobs were gone. So were her inhibitions. My belt was quickly opened, my button undone, and my zipper pulled.

"I, uh, I mean, but, I . . ." I had a choice then. I could stand and let her pull my pants off, or I could say no. Boy, that was an easy decision. I stood, she pulled down my pants, and my cock sprung free and hit her in the face. She giggled some more as she backed up a bit to examine me.

"Very impressive, Mr. Joe," she said with a grin on her face. Her eyes locked with mine as her grin slowly widened and her mouth open. Never letting her eyes leave mine, she brought her beautiful face forward and nearly swallowed my cock.

I don't know where I got the strength to hold on so many times, because I nearly blew the back of her head off right there with the world's largest cum shot. I think it was her eyes that held me in check. They brought me into her world momentarily. A poor farm girl from a small Midwest town trying to make good in the big city is reduced to blowing a guy she thinks had the authority to give her her first big break. She had held on for this long and had been reduced to this, I would give her the respect of letting her at least perform.

She had clearly done this before, and after the initial plunge she began to play, licking my balls, and tonguing the tip of my dick to clean off the pre cum that was pulsing out with my heart beat that might as well be a bass line for a rock song. She knew how to keep me on edge, knowing how close I was to losing it.

She wrapped her lovely lips around my cock dragged them slowly down the length and then back up, pausing at my head as if she were struggling to pull past the engorged tip and then "Pop"ing her lips over it. She sat back and smiled at the fluids I involuntarily released. She slowly licked them off, one again keeping eye contact with me to help ground me, and then did it again and again and again.

I could feel the freight train of an orgasm building up in the back of my head like some sadistic migraine getting ready to explode down my spine, across the width of my body, and into her face. Just the idea of the orgasm was enough to set it off.

Alison felt the tension build to the point of no return and then suddenly backed off. She let the precum drip onto the robe at her feet as she slowly pulled away from me, her eyes never leaving mine, still.

Curiosity of what she was up to now, took the steam out of my freight train for a moment, and my cock slowly let the pressure die down. She gave me that mischievous look that webcam girls have perfected so well, as if I was doing something I shouldn't. She had now sauntered backwards out of arm's reach and the distance was enough to break the lock of her gaze. I noticed her right hand then, as it slowly lifted the towel that hung just above her knee.

The strings of the bow tied on her left hip came into view first, lying calmly on her electric skin. The edge of the towel came high enough finally to reveal the whole bow and her free hand tugged playfully on one of the loose strings. She shook her head though, and rotated the raised portion of the towel around the front, pausing to show off her aroused clit pushing proudly through the wet material of the bikini. She even pulled up on the fabric to wedge the material even deeper into her spread lips showing off the outside of what looked like a clean shaved pussy.

My cock was back too full attention again, dripping as it saw fit, but the orgasm in the back of my mind was obeying its mistress, who once again shook her head, and let the towel fall back down in front as she continued to move the lifted edge to her right hip. Here found the string again, but she didn't let go this time but instead sent her left hand sliding up that leg till it found the string on that side.

With the towel hanging down in front and pulled up on the hips by the taunt strings, Alison slowly pulled up and away from herself until the bikini came undone from beneath the towel. She let go of the left string and pulled the bottoms out from under the towel completely, letting the white cotton dress fall back to her knees, keep the prize underneath hidden.

She tossed the wet garment at me and hit me in the face, the glorious smell of the crotch filling my nostrils before falling down my tie and into my lap. My hands were braced on the bench from when I was fighting the overwhelming urge from before. I was probably pressing my fingerprints into the wood.

It was as if she noticed my formally dressed state for the first time. My pants were around my ankles, but as I was still wearing my shoes, they hadn't left my legs. She squatted now, creating gaps in the bottom of the towel that should have allowed me to see in, but the shadows were too dark. She pulled off both shoes and socks and freed me of my anklecuffs.

She spread my legs then and shuffled in between them. My hands wanted to release from the bench to tear that towel off her, but not only could I not move, but this was her game, and I'd let her play it out. She came in as far as she could, my cock pressed vertically against the towel over her sternum.

She smiled in my face and I could smell the salty remains of my precum on her breath. She pulled at my tie to loosen it enough to get it over my head. She then slowly unbuttoned my shirt and opened it wide. I was wearing a tank-T underneath and she thought for a moment how to get it off with my arms locked in place, but now that the bottom of my dress shirt was out of the way, the bottom of my tank wasn't that long.

She backed up now and stood again, her right hand once again going underneath the towel. Her fingers found her pleasure center, and I watched in agony as her hips rolled back and forth as she played with herself. She brought that hand out slowly and licked her fingers, which were clearly glistening wet. How I wanted to taste that! As if she could read my mind, her hand went back again. This time she fingered herself for almost a minute until I thought she was going to orgasm, but she pulled her hand out before she did, her knuckles webbed together from her thick cum.

She walked toward me, waving the hand in front of my face, letting her sweet aroma wash over me. My tongue came out, but she shook her head again and cleaned off her fingers with her own tongue. I was sweating bullets now in anticipation. And as if I was freeing a two-by-four from a vice, I carefully released my hands one by one from the bench and let my shirt fall to the floor behind me.

Alison didn't seem to notice and continued her tease. Her hand went back under the towel again but this time it found the overlap portion on her right side and her and slid all the way up to the knot. Her fingers played with the folded over edge of the towel and finally pulled it free, holding both ends, one in each hand.

Instead of unwrapping the towel from her body, she rolled her body inside the towel until she had her back to me with the towel held taunt behind her. She playfully looked over her shoulder at me as she slowly raised the towel, dragging the lower edge against her thighs until the bottom of her bare ass was just visible. She held it there for a moment, slowly dragging the thick hem of the towel against her smooth ass, giving the illusion that it was going up, but it wasn't.

Then, she suddenly dropped the towel, so the top hem was at her waist, and she recinched the towel across her beautifully curved hips. She turned back around now with her arms crossed under her breasts, pushing them up and almost out of the bikini. Again, just as it looked like a nipple might pop out, she relaxed her arms, dropped them to her side, and reached up behind her to pull on the already loose string.

The top wasn't giving her much support anyway, and now the two triangles of the bikini hung loose over her ample chest. She put her hand on her hips and began to sway back and forth, the two triangles moving like pendulums in front of her. They seemed to show a tit for a moment, and then slid back in place. She slowly raised her hands up her sides and bent her knees as she continued to swivel her hips back and forth in a seductive snake charmer's dance. My snake was definitely charmed.

As her hands slid up past her armpits and over her collarbone, her right hand snagged a loose string that was tied in the bow around the back of her neck. Her hands continued up like the blooming pedals of a flower, pulling the bow apart at the back of her neck, until at the top of her dance, she flicked her wrist and the bikini top went flying across the room, finally baring her beautiful breasts to me.

Again, she had no tan lines and her skin was as smooth as silk. She continued to dance, syncopating the rhythm of her hips to some unknown beat. Her breasts swayed in response, hypnotizing my eyes with her erect nipples. They were the fullest breasts I had ever seen that didn't sag one bit.

In addition to the dance of her breasts, the extreme motion of her hips was also taking its toll on the towel, and I watched in eager anticipation as the knot slowly loosened on her right hip and eventually came undone. Though she did nothing to stop it, Alison had slowly bent her knees, sinking down into her dance so that when the towel was free, it didn't slide to the floor right away, but lay across her lap for a few tantalizing moments.

Feeling I had had enough, she then slowly stood up and the white cotton veil revealed the object of my quest. There was a narrow tuft of trimmed blonde hair above the thickest pair of pouting pussy lips I had ever scene. Her scent hit me again, and I swam in it, tossing my head back to inhale her deeply.

I brought my eyes back to the goddess in front of me and watched as she slowly sashayed toward me, her hips always in motion, breasts swaying back and forth and up and down as she continued her erotic dance. She moved again in between my spread knees and came up vertically so her daintily sunken navel met my nose. I inhaled her deeply again, and sent my tongue down in search of the honey pot, but instead she bent at the knees again and my tongue traced a line over her stomach onto the mound of her left breast. There she paused, moving back and forth and up and down slightly, allowing my tongue to trace circles around her erect nipple. She moved further to her left then, and my tongue traveled the valley between her breasts and up the second mound to trace like circles around her other areola.

She purred in delight and moved away slightly so she could drop to her knees on the robe. Her breasts now rested on the tops of my thighs and my leaky pipe lay on her cleavage. She brought her hands up to her chest and rolled her breasts over my cock, occasionally moving up and down to stroke the length of my hardened member.

Again she held me with her eyes as she stoked the fire in the belly of the freight train. I looked back into her eyes, her breasts beneath them blurring out of focus as they continued to roll my dick like a $1,000 cigar. Eventually my face told her I was going to blow, and she slowed her motions and concentrated on my eyes. Like staring into a bright light when you have to sneeze, I felt the sudden urge quell for the moment.

She then released my cock from her breasts and sat down on her heels to bring her luscious lips back in range. I knew I wouldn't last long now, but I didn't care anymore. The show she had just given me felt like it had lasted a full day, and after she was done with me I was going to give her a ride she would never forget.

Her lips closed around my cock slowly, her tongue running laps around my throbbing head. She moved up and down slowly, knowing this was the end, and making sure to bring this pot to boil smoothly. She gained speed, going up and down faster, her tongue spinning around my dick in perfect rhythm. In the back of my skull the train left the station and rushed my spine like a bullet leaving a gun. My shoulders rolled back from the shock, and the wave of ecstasy energy flowed down to the base of my spine, around and under my pelvis, and out of the hardest bone in my body.

Alison bravely took the first shot with her lips still held loosely around my cock, but I must have filled her mouth with the first blow, and she released me before the second. I sprung up an inch or so, and the second stream traveled the length of her nose and hit her right between those beautiful eyes. Its volume was so intense it felt like I was pissing on her, but no piss had ever felt like this.

My hips recoiled after the second shot, and my cock was more parallel to the floor for the third shot, which took her just under her neck. Blinded in her eyes, her hand came up instinctively to my still throbbing cock and directed the fourth, fifth, and, yes, sixth ejaculations on to her to her breasts, as she simultaneously drooled out a mouthful of cum down her chin to drip onto her body.

My expulsions were over as my whole body shook from the intensity of my orgasm. Her hands continued to milk the cum out of me, covering her gorgeous body with my spunk, until a veritable lake formed between her legs. Her face was completely covered and her eyelids tried to flutter open under the weight, and she could only see a little bit as the fluid slowly drooled off her forehead. After another minute of my heavy breathing and her pumping of my cock, she finally released me and leaned back. She could open her eyes better now, and her fingers dragged away heavy streams of cum from her eyelids.

"That was amazing," she said, also breathless.

"No," I said between gasps, "you're amazing. I've never seen anyone so beautiful as you."

She giggled. "What," she said, rocking back to her heels and slowly standing up, careful to keep her legs pressed together, allowing the lake of cum that had collected in her lap to slowly trace its way down either leg, now literally covering herself in my cum from head to toe. "Little old me, beautiful?"

"Don't play with me," I told her. "You could sale a million ships."

She looked down at her body. "I think you sailed a million somethings my way. It looks like I need another shower. She turned and looked at herself in the full length mirror hanging on the wall. "Yes, I definitely need another shower."

The dressing room was equipped with a pair of showers in the corner of the room, and she walked over to one gingerly, trying not to leave a trail of cum on the floor. I tried to follow her, but my legs wouldn't work right now and I could only watch as she pulled the curtain aside and stepped into the stall, still in full view. She played with the idea of pulling the curtain back, but didn't.

Soon she was once again standing in a stream of water. After rinsing out her mouth and cleaning off the superficial mess, she picked up the bar of soap that was offered and began to lather up. She already knew all the right poses, and now she did them without the bikini as an encumbrance, and I no longer had to imagine the soapy suds caressing her body.

She lathered up everything (and I mean everything), and then selectively rinsed everything off. As I slowly began to feel strength to my two legs, I also began to feel strength returning to my third. I pushed myself up from the bench and quickly shed my T-shirt, as I walked toward the shower stall. She was clean by the time I got there, but like out in the garage, she had showered with her eyes closed (she had to clean her eyelids after all) so she didn't seem me till I was right on top of her.

She screamed, but only in surprise. It was a small stall, but I didn't intend for there to be that much space between us for any length of time in the next hour or so. I stepped into the shower, picked her up under her armpits and hoisted her into the air so our lips met. She responded in kind by wrapping her legs around my waist and letting the back of the shower stall support most of her weight.

I crammed my tongue down her throat as my left hand cupped her ass and the other one found the side of her left breast. I worked her body like it was a Nautilus machine, shoving my tongue in and out of her mouth, fingering her pussy and asshole, and kneading her breast like it was a stubborn piece of dough. She responded in kind, her tongue fighting for supremacy in our mouths while her hips rolled on my experimenting fingers.

After not even a minute of this, my cock was back to full strength, and with both hands under her ass now, I lifted her body up, inserted post A into slot B, and let her down again. I immediately started pumping away.

"Yes!" she cried. "Oh, yes! Give it to me!" Her hands released from behind my back, and she pushed with her shoulders to lever me away from her. Her hands went straight down along the side of the stall and found purchase on a hand rail for the handicapped

Then her hips went to work.

She had some of the strongest legs and arms I've ever seen on a woman. She had her legs wrapped around me in such a way that she was fully supporting herself on her hands and my dick. I quickly saw I didn't need to support her with my hands any more and moved them up to work her bouncing breasts.




Casting Call Ch. 02



After about 30 seconds of the strained position I began to sense her rhythm, and I flexed my own hips in tune with hers. The result was immediate. "Yes, oh fuck yes! Harder, harder." With our bodies aligned perfectly and all of her weight and considerable strength pushing into me, I was deeper inside her than I had ever been in any other women before, not that there had been that many. And the pressure was such that my dick wasn't sliding inside her more than a half inch in either direction, but it was enough. I was clearly hitting the spot, because after only a short while of that, she screamed, "Catch me!"

My hands quickly moved from her breasts around to her back, just as her elbows gave way and she had one of the most intense orgasms I've ever seen from a woman. After the first wave hit her, her back jackknifed up and she hugged me tight, her body riding out the waves of her orgasm as I cupped her ass, and rocked her up and down gently.

It took a good minute to ride her out. At the end, I felt her legs loosen around my lower back, and I tightened my grip on her ass. "No you don't. You don't get off that easily."

"You call that position easy?" she responded, clearly out of breath and energy for the moment.

I quickly carried her out of the shower and maneuvered her over to the bench and laid her back down on the wooden panel. I finally pulled out of her to find my cock drenched in those pussy fluids I had wanted so badly. I resisted the urge to wipe them off my dick and lick my fingers and instead dropped down to the source.

"No, no, no," she moaned as she felt my head drop between her thighs. She tried to squeeze my head out of the way, but her strength wasn't enough. And she only fought for a little bit. I had given her a vaginal orgasm. I was pretty sure her clit could still take a bit more abuse.

I was right, and soon she was moaning and purring in pleasure. My tongue was sneaky and occasionally darted down to her still oozing love hole. She was the sweetest thing I had ever tasted. She tremorred each time I took a dip, and made sure I did it out of rhythm so she couldn't protect against it, but after a few minutes, the sensitivity from her past orgasm wore off enough for me to plunge my tongue into her pussy without any repercussions. I took tonguefulls away from her, gulping down every bit, but always returning to her clit, which was also rising to the occasion. I worked hard on her clit now, sensing I was close, and was soon rewarded as her back slowly arched near to the breaking point and then she let loose.

To my delight, she let go a few miniature squirts, which I tried to catch out the air with my tongue but usually just caught them on my face. After she was done convulsing, I buried my face in her cunt, sucking the ripe peach of as much juice as I could get, I think I felt a third quick orgasm, but I couldn't be sure. When I finally had to come back up for air, I leaned over her lengthwise, adjusting my hands on the bench to support me just under her arms and dropped my face down to hers.

She was a bit unwilling at first for the kiss, as she was out of breath, but as she tasted her sweet juices on my face, she hungrily licked them off, and we swapped her cum for several moments as three feet lower on the bench, I was slowly positioning my cock for another entry. After a minute or so, when we both needed some air, I leaned back, moved my hands to her hips, and then slid inside her again.

She fought, but only briefly as I began to hit the same spot as I did in the shower. We were at the same angle as before, but now her back was fully supported. Her hands went over her head and gripped opposite sides of the bench, her elbows touching above her nose. I watched her mouth the words, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, . . ." over and over again, and I could feel myself coming back on the verge again.

I swung my hips in again and again, holding her hips steady with my hands and watching with delight as her breasts flopped up and down with my pounding. Finally I couldn't hold it any longer and I double timed my thrusts as I came inside her. I thought I might have missed her window, but on my last thrust, she came with a violent scream, "Fuck me!"

I tried to stay inside her, but she bucked like a bronco and I came out of her and was chased by a stream of pinkish cum that I knew what mine. I straddled the bench a couple feet from her pulsating body and watched in awe as shot after shot of pussy juice sprayed straight into the air or straight toward me, depending on in which direction her pelvis fluxed. It was the longest ten seconds of my life, and when it was finally over, I could hardly believe it had even happened. But I looked down at myself and I was covered. I did pull this off my body with my finger and tasted it to find that she had saved the sweetest nectar for last.

I carefully crept back toward her, not sure what to expect. Her body was still on the board, with her hips rolled back so the juices ran out of her vagina and dripped off her asshole onto the bench. Slowly and carefully I lowered my tongue to the fountain of life, and lapped it first off the bench and then off her asshole. As the oozing became a trickle I worked my way closer to outer rim of her overworked love channel. I delicately extended my tongue to the edge and just as I touched her, she had one more eruption for me.

It was more of a blob than a stream, and it was followed by laughter from the other end of the bench, so I knew it was on purpose. Either way, I didn't complain. I had caught most of it in my mouth, but the rest I cleaned off my face and swallowed down.


I got off the bench, and crawled over to where her head lay on the bench still chuckling away. "So," I said. "What is your phone number?"

And if you think that was wild, wait to you hear what happened at the wedding.

The Wedding coming soon . . .