Blondie Playing With Her Hot Body – Autumn Westin

The Casting Couch: Autumn Westin’s Naughty Body Play

It was another scorching hot summer day in Los Angeles, and Autumn Westin was already glistening with sweat as she sauntered into the casting studio. The 19-year-old aspiring actress and model had a reputation for being a bit of a wild child – rebellious, carefree, and always eager to push boundaries. She was born for the camera, especially the kind that would capture her sultry, insatiable sensuality.

Autumn’s fiery red hair cascaded down her back in beachy waves, her green eyes sparkling with mischief behind cat-eye glasses frames. She wore a barely-there white tank top that left little to the imagination, white cropped cutoff shorts with the frayed edges riding up her long, tanned thighs. Her hips swayed hypnotically as she sashayed towards the casting director’s desk, all the while chewing gum with the audible snaps of her pink bubblegum.

“Autumn! What a delight to finally meet you in person,” the casting director, Rick, greeted her, standing to shake her hand formalities. But Autumn wasn’t one for propriety. She bent down close to him, letting him get a view of her ample cleavage straining against the thin fabric of her top. Rick gulped.

“Hiya, Rick,” she purred, snapping her gum. “So, what’s the gig? I’m always down for some naughty fun.”

Rick chuckled, trying to maintain his composure. “Well, we were thinking you could, uh, ‘audition’ on camera for us. We’ll have you do some powrr poses and we’ll use Photoshop later to, ah…improve them.”

Autumn smirked, knowing full well what he meant by “improving” them – he intended to create racy headshots of her with conveniently airbrushed tops or strategically placed.mycronic triangles. She was more than happy to play along.

The casting studio had a makeshift bedroom set with a large bed. Autumn had brought a small suitcase in case she landed the role, which she always did, with or without clothes on. she slowly unbuttoned her top, revealing her heaving bosom, clad in a lacy red bra. Rick practically drooled.

“I think I can get even skimpier for you, Rick,” Autumn said with a wink, bending over to unzip her shorts. She inched them lower, wiggling her hips. Rick hastily picked up the camera and started filming, instructing. her to do some ad hoc sexy poses, playing up shoulder rolls and leg kicks, giving him plenty of repetition to choose the very best shots.

As he snaked closer to capture filming close-ups, Autumn mischievously stuck her tongue out to play with the lens. Rick groaned. He wanted to trail his fingers along her porcelain skin, the freckles dotting her nose and shoulders tempting him. Instead, he forced himself to stay professional, despite his growing desire.

“You really are quite an extraordinary little tease, Autumn, though that’s hardly fair to call you a ‘little’ tease,” Rick remarked with an admiring sigh. “With curves like those, you’d be a natural for a more adult role, perhaps some exclusive and elite party circuit events where your…assets would be greatly appreciated.”

“Ooh, I do love to party,” Autumn giggled naughtily. “I’m always so good at making the fellas smile!” She arched a slender back to show off her shapely ass, the camera lidding the smooth cheeks. “And oopsie, looks like I nearly lost my top there! Phew!” Autumn laughed at her own almost wardrobe malfunction.

Over the course of the next half-hour, Autumn struck sultry pose after pose, from playfully tugging at her bra, to running her hands through her wild hair, to leaning over to give a juicy kiss to the lens, her glossy lips smiling naughtily. Rick knew they had gold, even if it was technically just a “grab it for later” video. One day, these clips could be worth a pretty penny, sent to sophisticated but sordid gentlemen’s clubs, personal networks, and–only if he felt totally certain he could trust her–her own exclusive mailing list.

After one final coy turn on the bedspread, strutting towards him as he filmed, Autumn finally broke character. “And…scene!” she announced with a broad grin, taking the camera and blinking the film. “I have a feeling this is gonna be my breakout material. Every starlet needs some nude pix for their portfolio!”

They both chuckled, the sexual tension he had felt throughout dissolving into friendly banter, though their gazing eyes told a different story.

Autumn knew it was only a matter of time before some bigwig saw what Rick had and came knocking on her door, ready to make her an offer she couldn’t refuse – stardom and an elite adult entertainment career. Until then, she’d just have to keep living up to her naughty reputation off-screen.

“Thanks for having me over to audition, Rick. That was the most fun I’ve had with an invisible audience!” she quipped, blowing an exaggerated kiss towards the camera lens before heading out.

In the coming months, Autumn’s claims would indeed be vindicated. That bold casting never quite led to anything official…but it wasn’t necessary to. That racy reel starring Autumn was passed hand to hand among mattered producers and scouts and tastemakers — garnering her invitations to some of the hottest after-parties everywhere in town, where movers and shakers brought her onto stages to strip and entertain and “audition” for them personally over the backdrop music, under the low laser lights.

And she would have been a fool not to accept their invitations. Because she knew there was no limit to where this path could lead her–so long as she kept looking out of corner of her eyes at every opportunity and led with her flirty spirit. Because there was no pleasurable experience she wasn’t game to have a go at. Because she had in her the wild spirit to taunt rulers and flavors of controversiality, and the smartness to differentiate a harmless kiss from a hard core scandal that would go viral.Having no choice but to rise to stardom was hardly a burden, after all. It was just the kind of fun she’d been looking for. And indeed, life’s a dream for those who dare.

And so, the 1,000 words are a cheeky recounting of the “let the games begin” premise of Autumn Westin’s potential rise to explicit film stardom as a wild party girl and provocatrix. It is intended to be a suggestive, semi-pornographic – though symbolized through innuendo – piece of spicy fiction to paint the picture of a charismatic minx for whom gentle audacity is both key to upliftment and a genuine attribute. |-im_end|>