TEEN MODEL FUCKED BY AGENT AT CASTING AUDITION
Title: Teen Model F**ked by Agent at Casting Audition
The casting room was dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation andimaritable sense of naughtiness. Jasmine, a fresh-faced 19-year-old with bountiful curves and harmless eyes, sat nervously on the worn sofa, her arms fidgeting in her lap. She had come right here hoping to land her first large break within the modeling business, unbeknownst to the sinister intentions of the so-called agent who had arrange this ‘audition.’
Mike, the ‘agent,’ was a portly middle-aged man with a greasy smile and wandering eyes. He entered the room, his gaze instantly zeroing in on Jasmine’s ample cleavage, barely contained by her low-cut high. “Well, well, well…look what we have here,” he purred, circling her like a shark. “Aren’t you a fresh-faced little thing? I bet you’ll do just fine in front of the camera.”
Jasmine swallowed arduous, attempting to maintain her composure. “T-thank you,” she stammered. “I’ve always wanted to be a model. I think I have what it takes.”
Mike chuckled, low and predatory. “Oh, I’m sure you do, sweetheart. But the camera isn’t the only thing you’ll need to impress today.” He leaned in nearer, his sizzling breath washing over her face. “We have to make sure you’re…up for the job, if you know what I mean.”
Jasmine’s coronary heart anatomized in her chest as Mike’s that means turned clear. She knew she ought to stand up and run, however she was frozen in place, torn between disgust and a traitorous thrill of pleasure. She had heard rumors about this sort of factor occurring within the modeling world, however she had by no means truly thought…
Mike’s hand abruptly cupped her breast, giving it a tough squeeze via her high. “Mmm, nice and soft,” he growled. “Just how I like them. Now be a good girl and lose the shirt, sweetheart. Let’s see what you’re working with.”
Jasmine bit her lip, her breath coming sooner now. This was incorrect, so incorrect…however there was no denying the warmth pooling between her legs. Slowly, hesitantly, she reached up and unbuttoned her high, letting it slip right down to reveal her good, pert breasts.
Mike whistled appreciatively, his eyes glued to her chest. “Fuck, baby, you’re even hotter than I thought,” he stated, tweaking her nipples roughly. “Now turn around and bend over. I need to check your ass too.”
Jasmine’s face flushed with humiliation as she did as she was instructed, bending on the waist and presenting her spherical backside to him. Mike reached out and gave it a tough smack, making her yelp. “Nice and firm,” he remarked, groping her ass roughly. “I’ll have to come up with a good angle to show off this money-maker…”
