by Lexi Archer
The guy, I guess I should think of him as Mike since there was no one else he could possibly be, cocked an eyebrow. "Your fiancé, huh? So you're engaged?"
I smiled. "I am! We're getting married in two months!"
The hall opened into a wider area. There was a desk at one end of the room with a laptop behind it. There were also a couple of other cameras on that desk of varying size and I presumed quality. I also saw that there was a mattress of all things on the other end. Weird.
He looked down at the mattress and back to me. Saw the look on my face and shrugged. "The company rents this office, but they're not willing to pay for a hotel. So I'm sleeping here while I'm in town doing interviews."
"Oh," I said. "I suppose that makes sense…"
He moved over to the desk and took a seat while gesturing for me to have a seat on the mattress. I looked at it. It definitely didn't look like a mattress that somebody had been sleeping on. The sheets were absolutely perfect. Actually, it wasn't even sheets. Just a fitted sheet on the top. Weird.
Maybe he knew somebody would be sitting on it and he wanted to make sure the thing was clean or something.
"So have you ever been interested in acting before?" he asked.
I shook my head. "It never really occurred to me. I just did the modeling thing for fun, and then I got a call from you! It seems like opportunities are just opening up for me!"
He grinned. "That they are."
"So do you want a sample of my acting ability?" I asked. "Do I need to do a monologue or something? I don't have anything prepared but I'm sure I could look something up on my phone or something and do it for you."
Mike shook his head. "Actually, I'm going to need something a little out of the ordinary from you. I'm casting for a show for a pay cable channel that you might be aware of but I can't name directly unless we hire you. It's going to be set in ancient Rome, and what we're really looking for is extras, attractive extras, who are willing to do nude scenes for some of the background flavor in the show. As soon as I saw your pictures, how hot you were, I thought you'd be perfect."
I blinked. My eyes went wide. "Excuse me?"
"I assure you that it's all on the up and up. I mean, how many movies have you seen where there are naked people moving around in the background?"
I'd sat up just a little, and so I forced myself to sit back down. Okay, so that was a little surprising. And that wasn't exactly what I'd been expecting when I came in here, even if it seemed surprisingly close to what Nathan was expecting when he dropped me off.
"I suppose," I said. "I just never thought of myself doing…"
Mike shrugged and smiled. "You'd be surprised how many actresses got their big break doing stuff like this. It's actually kind of a specialty for my organization."
It was weird, but what he was saying did sort of make sense. I mean there were plenty of shows you saw on pay channels these days that had plenty of naked people in them. I suppose somebody had to be naked in the background, but I found myself suddenly a little self-conscious about the idea of me being one of those people, no matter how complimentary this guy was about how hot I was.
And yet…
There was another part of me that was thinking about being in the background on one of those shows. There was another part of me that had recently discovered how turned on I got at the idea of guys getting turned on looking at my body. That exhibitionist streak that had recently been unveiled by Nathan's fantasies.
Sure it was only Jeremy that I'd thought about up until now, I'd only had one day to really process everything, but at the same time the idea of being naked in front of a camera like that… Well, let's just say I heard how Nathan talked about some of those girls on those programs. Particularly that fantasy show that I was pretty sure he only watched because of the tits, because that wasn't something he or his friends had ever been interested in before and suddenly they were having viewing parties every week when it came on.
I thought about a bunch of guys gathering around a television to look at me like that. To stare at my body. To get turned on, and to do some of the things that I was pretty sure Nathan's friends did when they got home after movie night.
It's fucked up to say that was turning me on, but at the same time I couldn't deny it. I felt a thrill. I felt a chill run down my spine as I thought of guys staring at me like that, including this guy. It was a little fucked up, it went against everything I'd ever thought about modesty and showing off my body, everything I'd ever been taught in church, but maybe that was part of the reason why it was such a turn on in the first place.
Whatever the reason, I found myself getting turned on as I sat and looked at this guy. Getting turned on above and beyond the turn on that I was already feeling because, let's face it, he definitely had a hot older guy thing going for him.
And so that more than anything else probably had to do with why I decided not to put a stop to things right here and now, even though that's probably what I should have done. What I probably should've done was get the hell out of here, but I didn't.
Was it stupid? Yeah, probably. Definitely not one of the better decisions I'd made in my life. But there it was. I was here. I was staying.
And so I shrugged and did my best to smile at him. I didn't want to sink the interview before it even started by making him think I was uncomfortable with what he was talking about. And when he saw the smile on my face he grinned.
"That sounds reasonable enough," I said.
"Glad to hear it! So you're okay with getting undressed for the audition?"
Okay. So here we were at another crossroads. Here we were at what felt like another major decision.
Oddly enough it was Nathan that I thought of in the moment. I thought of him sitting out there in his car, probably playing with something on his phone, completely oblivious to what was going on in here. Completely oblivious to the fact that his fiancée was sitting in here with some Hollywood agent type trying to get her to take her clothes off. Completely oblivious to his fantasy coming so close to reality only a few feet away.
And so in that moment, oddly enough, the only thing that was really running through my head was how unfortunate it was that Nathan didn't come in with me. No, this sort of thing would probably be right up his alley.
Of course I wasn't sure if this Mike guy would let anything like that happen. No, something told me having an attachment for the "interview" would screw up the audition tape he was creating.
But if anything it was thinking of Nathan, as well as thinking of how turned on I got thinking about Jeremy getting hot, thinking about how turned on I got thinking about other guys looking at me on some show, that decided me. Sure I didn't exactly have my fiancé's permission, but at the same time it seemed like the sort of thing that he would probably be okay with. At least I hoped it was the sort of thing he would probably be okay with, because in my current state I was definitely going to go through with it!
Again, was it crazy? Yeah. Was it stupid? Maybe. Was it one of the better decisions that I'd ever made in my life? Probably not, but the decision was made.
"I suppose that would be okay," I said.
If anything his grin got even wider and he reached down and flipped on a couple of other cameras. He picked one up and held it on me.
"You can go ahead and do the honors," he said.
I probably should have been more embarrassed than I was, but there was a fire burning deep inside me. Deep in my stomach. Down between my legs. And that fire was calling the shots. So I focused on that. I focused on that feeling. I focused on how incredible it was. I focused on anything but how embarrassed I should be about taking my clothes off in front of another man. How guilty I should be feeling taking my clothes off in front of a man other than my fiancé, no matter what my fiancé fantasized about. I hadn't exactly had a chance to clear all of this with him, after all.
All that ran through my head, but in the end I moved my hands down to my shirt. Started pulling up on my shirt. I still
couldn't believe this was happening as my stomach came into view. His eyes were on me. It was as though he had a laser focused on my body, and if anything that just sent another impossible wave of heat running through my body. It made me blush at the same time. I looked at his eyes on me, at the camera on me, and another wave of disbelief washed over me. Yet despite that disbelief, despite feeling like this was so wrong and maybe just a little bit of a betrayal too, I continued pulling up until finally my bra was in sight and then the world was lost to me for a moment as the shirt went over my head and covered my eyes.
When I came back out he was licking his lips as I tossed the shirt to the floor. Yeah, he definitely seemed to be enjoying the show. Hopefully that meant I had a good chance of actually getting cast for whatever the hell it was he was casting. I was still lying and telling myself that's what this was about despite the alarm bells going off in the back of my head. Alarm bells that were being quieted by the five alarm fire raging between my legs.
My hands moved down to my shorts. They were already so impossibly short that they left almost nothing to the imagination, but there was still so much more that he could see. I unzipped them, and with a little shimmy I was able to get out of them and toss them to the ground.
"Amazing Vanessa," he said. "Absolutely fucking amazing!"
I giggled. That sense of power was coming back to me. The feeling I got when a man was staring at me and completely enthralled by the experience. It was adding to the arousal factor too, let me tell you.
"So you like?"
"Oh I like! Although I'm not sure what your fiancé would think of you getting naked here."
I blushed and looked down, and there must've been something about that look that piqued his curiosity because I felt him moving closer. When I looked up he was standing right there with the camera. A camera that was positioned in such a way that it was getting a good view down my entire body rather than my face.
"Did you say something just now?" he asked.
I blushed again. "No, it's nothing."
"Really? Why are you blushing like that when I mention your fiancé? Are you embarrassed? Because if he's going to have a problem with you doing this kind of acting we need to know. That can be a problem."
I rolled my eyes and laughed again. It was a nervous laugh, I couldn't help it. "Oh I'm sure he'll have no problem with this. Trust me!"
I reached behind my back and undid the snap on my bra. His breath caught as I pulled the straps down, as I let it fall to the floor, but I still had my arm over my tits. Over my breasts which were straining out. My nipples were so rock hard pressing against my arm. Why was I getting this turned on? Was it the naughty scenario? Was it how bad I was being? Was it how handsome this guy looked? Was it all of the above?"
He licked his lips again as he looked down at me. "I'm going to need you to pull your arm away for the screen test."
I did, slowly at first, but gaining more confidence as I saw him staring at me. As I fed on the sexual energy he was feeding me with his looks. And besides, I shouldn't be nervous about being in front of a camera, right? It's not like that video was ever going to see the light of day except for maybe people who were looking me over for a casting call or something like that. And so finally I stood proud, my nipples straining out.
"Damn," he said. "You have to be the hottest girl we've had on this round of auditions! On the last few rounds of auditions, actually!"
"Thank you." I whispered.
"So tell me more about your fiancé Vanessa," he said. "Why wouldn't he have a problem with you getting naked on camera? That's something a lot of boyfriends seem to have a problem with."
Damn. This guy really got to the point. He really didn't let up if he had a question.
I thought about everything that happened yesterday. I thought about how turned on Nathan got talking about me with Jeremy. Sure this wasn’t Jeremy. This was a complete stranger, but at the same time it was the same scenario, wasn't it?
Here I was standing in front of a man with my top off. He had a camera pointed at me. Of course this time around there was absolutely no doubt that he was getting a good shot of my tits unlike with Jeremy yesterday when that was more of a gray area. There was no way he couldn't be getting an excellent shot with me standing jutting my chest out out proudly. With Jeremy there was the off chance that if he was fast enough with his camera he might've gotten the shot he was probably really looking for when he asked me to disrobe in the first place, but there was also a chance that my attempt at modesty had been successful.
Yeah, this was exactly the kind of scenario that would turn Nathan on. That would get his cock rock hard. That would turn me on to the point that I was seriously considering sinking down in front of this stranger and sucking his cock in exactly the way I’d described sinking down on my knees and sucking Jeremy’s cock in the dirty talk with Nathan yesterday. God how I wanted to sink down on my knees and suck this guy’s cock! It was a damn pity he wasn't my fiancé, let me tell you, because otherwise he'd be getting his world rocked right now.
"Vanessa?" Mike asked, prodding gently.
"Well I think my fiancé is kind of into other guys looking at me. I think he'd like it if I was on video and the guys were getting turned on."
I wanted to put a hand over my mouth and shut myself the fuck up. I couldn’t believe I was rattling all of this off to this strange guy I didn’t know. To this strange guy who was staring at me with the kind of lust that looked like a bonfire next to the candle flame that was Jeremy when I was doing a photo session with him.
And yet here I was blabbing about Nathan’s fantasy. Blabbing about my fantasy. Putting ideas into Mike’s head if the way his expression changed as I admitted the fantasy was any indication.
What had I gotten myself into?
7: Naughty Audition
Mike raised his eyebrow and then he shook his head. He chuckled.
"I can't believe it," he said. "Talk about luck!"
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
Only he didn't answer. Not in so many words. He took a step forward again. He was inches away from me. And the entire time that camera was on me. It was providing a perfect point of view shot of everything this Michael guy was seeing.
I took in a deep breath and let it out in a shuddering gasp. I needed to keep control of myself. No matter what we talked about here, no matter how turned on I got by other guys getting turned on by me, no matter how turned on my fiancé got watching other guys watching me, I needed to remember that I was an engaged woman. I was about to be happily married. The last thing that I needed to do was give into some of the urges that were running through my head.
"So he enjoys watching you?" Mike asked.
"Yes," I whispered.
"Is that all he enjoys Vanessa?"
His hand reached out and touched my chin. It ran along my face and I felt fire running through my body at that contact. His hands felt so strong. His hands felt so incredible. It was like he was setting off a raging bonfire that ran through my entire body. That shot out to every nerve ending. That had my hair standing on end, my nipples rock hard, as a fresh wave of wetness hit my pussy.
"Because I have some experience with that sort of thing Vanessa," he said, his voice quiet. His hand moved down to my neck. Down to my shoulder. I held my breath, but I didn't say anything to stop him. Something told me I could say something and he would stop in an instant. He would pull away. Hell, it's not like he had much of a choice considering he had video evidence of what he was doing right in front of him. Only I didn't say anything. Something made me stop. Something kept me from telling him to take his hands off of me.
That something was how damned good his hands felt. It was how turned on I already was. It was everything I'd talked about with Nathan the day before. It was how incredibly aroused I already was.
"Usually the guys who enjoy watching their girl being watched, well… they also like the idea of other guys doing even more with their girl," he said.
And then his hand was on one of my tits. Cupping it, kneading it, maybe being a little rough as he played with my nipples and then squeezed my tits, but I didn't stop him. No, my mouth fell open and I let out a moan. I couldn't believe it. Another man was standing there in front of me with a camera in his hands manhandling me, and I was moaning rather than slapping him and telling him I was a married woman! Well, I was about to be a married woman. Either way I had a ring on my finger, and that's the important part. I was spoken for, and I definitely shouldn't be letting another man feel me up like this if I was engaged to be married!
Hell, even if I wasn’t engaged this wasn’t exactly something I should be doing with another man, but somehow the transgression felt even worse because I was engaged. Of course on the flip side that also made the transgression that much hotter because I was engaged!
"You're not stopping me Vanessa," he said. "Does that mean you like this? Does your man’s fantasy maybe turn you on just a little bit too?"
"Yes," I whispered.
"Do you think your fiancé would like this? Seeing another man feeling you up on camera?"
"I think he would," I whispered again. I wasn’t lying, either. He probably would think this was hot. Of course that also caused a small bit of doubt to worm its way through the haze of arousal that was clouding my judgment as he felt me up. Nathan would probably like this if he was here to witness what was happening, but he wasn’t here to witness anything. He was out in the car probably playing around on his phone with no idea that I was in here maybe thirty or forty feet away from where he was sitting getting felt up by some stranger.
Yeah, Nathan would like the idea of me getting felt up by a stranger, but would he feel the same way if he wasn’t here to witness it? Would he feel the same way if I told him about it after the action had already happened? That was a good question, one I didn’t have a good answer to, and that thought terrified me even as arousal and the sheer naughtiness of what I was doing pushed that worry out of my head.