Colombian teen model screwed at casting call desperate to get the job

Title: The Colombian Teen Model’s Desperate Casting Call

The sultry Colombian teen, Sofia, sat nervously in the waiting room, twirling a lock of her long, dark hair around her finger. She had traveled from Bogotá to attend this audition, determined to land the modeling gig that could launch her career. Her emerald eyes darted around the room, taking in the overhead lights flickering slightly, the cheap posters plastered on the walls, and theEsquivel perfume choking the air – all indicators of a seedy backroom casting call.

As Sofia waited, she tried to push aside the unsettling whispers swirling through her mind. Did she really want to sell her body for some shady modeling contract? Could she do it if it meant getting the job?

Her questions evaporated as the casting director, a lecherous-looking older man named Ricardo, poked his head out and crooked a thick finger at her. “Next, Sofia.”

Heart pounding, the young beauty rose and followed Ricardo through a doorway, finding herself in a dimly lit bedroom. A king-sized bed dominated the space, covered in red silk sheets. The room reeked of desperation and broken dreams.

“It says here you’re new to modeling,” Ricardo remarked, eyeing Sofia up and down like a piece of meat. “Very green.” He licked his lips. “But you have…potential.”

Sofia fought the urge to recoil at his leering gaze and instead shot him a flirty smile. “Thank you, Ricardo. I’m eager to learn.” She batted her long lashes.

“How bad do you want this job?”

The question made Sofia bite her lip. How deep did she need to prostitute herself for this shot? Images of photo spreads and catwalks flashed through her mind, pushing away any lingering reluctance.

“I want it very badly. I’m willing to do whatever it takes, sir.”

Ricardo’s eyes narrowed as he circled her, his hands trailing along her shoulders and down her back. Sofia suppressed a shudder. His fingers brushed the clasp of her bra.

“I like your determination, Sofia.” He cupped her breast through her shirt. “So, let’s say you give me a…private show. Right now. And then we’ll see about giving a new girl a chance in this competitive industry.”

Sofia’s stomach turned, but she swallowed back her revulsion. This is what she signed up for, what she had to do. Closing her eyes, she reached back to unhook her bra.

“Good girl,” Ricardo purred. “Very good.”

In a few moments, the Colombian model stood before him, fully exposed, her brown nipples puckered in the air-conditioned breeze. She felt dirty and ashamed yet strangely…exhilarated.

“That’s it, let me see what I’m working with.” Ricardo roughly fondled her tits, pinching the sensitive buds. Sofia bit back a whimper. Just a little longer…

He pushed her onto the bed and she quickly stripped off her jeans and thong, leaving her naked and vulnerable. Ricardo crawled between her legs, eyeing her glistening pink slit with greed. He rubbed his fingers over her mound and Sofia forced a breathy moan.

“That’s right, baby. So wet already,” Ricardo said, smugly. “I knew you needed this.” His fingers delved between her folds, moving over the upturned bud of her clit.

Sofia willed her body to respond, to stiffen her nipples and dampen her pussy. His fingers plunged inside and she let her head fall back in a convincing pretense of ecstasy.

“Fuck, I knew you’d be tight,” Ricardo grunted, sucking her nipple hard. He circled her clit as he suckled greedily, causing her to clench around his invading fingers. Sofia panted and writhed, playing up the sinful act.

“That’s enough foreplay,” Ricardo growled, unbuckling his belt. “You’ve earned my cock.”

He pulled down his pants, freeing his massive, throbbing erection. Sofia’s stomach flip-flopped at the sight but she didn’t hesitate, swallowing down her gag reflex as she took him into her mouth.

“Fuck yes,” Ricardo groaned, fisting his hand in her hair. Tears pricked Sofia’s eyes as he pushed her head down, forcing his cock deep into her throat. She coughed and choked around the thick shaft.

“Take it, bitch,” he snarled. “Take my cock like the desperate little slut you are.”

Sofia had never felt so used and cheap, like a whore being violated against her will. But she told herself this was an opportunity, a sacrifice to make her dreams come true. Biting back the sobs, she hollowed her cheeks and sucked, hollowing her cheeks and swirling her tongue along his length, determined to earn her place.

“Damn, you look so fucking hot with my cock down your throat.” Ricardo sucked in his breath, his hips stuttering. He wasn’t going to last long. With a final thrust, he pumped his load straight into her stomach, grunting through his own release.

Sofia pulled back, sputtering, his salty seed coating her tongue. She was suddenly so tired, so achingly small and ashamed. Did she really just sell her innocence for a career?

Ricardo flopped on the bed beside her, breathing hard. “Not bad, for a rookie. You have the potential to be a good cocksucker, Sofia.”

The finality of it all crashed down on her, the reality of what she’d done so she could become a model in a sordid backroom. Maybe she wasn’t cut out for this industry.

But as she looked at Ricardo’s satisfied face beside her, his words echoed in her mind – she had the potential, if she was willing to keep being that desperate little slut. A new resolve took root – she would do whatever it took to be a star. The casting call was only the beginning.

Sofia sat up, staring Ricardo in the eyes with a false promise. “Thank you for the opportunity, Mr. Ricardo. You won’t regret choosing me.”

He smirked. “Don’t you worry, sweetheart. I’m going to make you into something special. The fashion world will pay handsomely for a tight little slice like you.”