Shy Girl Orgasms Like Crazy Throughout Her Calendar Audition

Title: “Calendar Girl’s Audition Turns Wild”
By/constants

The camera pans over to a shy, conservative-looking Latina girl sitting nervously in the casting director’s office. She fidgets with her conservative black dress, hugging her chest tightly. “Is this the right place for my audition?” she asks timidly. The director, a smarmy, middle-aged man leers at her. “Oh yes, right place, right time, honey. You’re just what we’re looking for – a fresh face for our calendar.”

The girl hesitantly steps onto the white backdrop, arranging her sensible black dress and trying to project confidence she doesn’t feel. “So, um, what exactly do I need to do for this audition?” She shifts from foot to foot anxiously. The director grins wolfishly. “We’ll start simple – just give us a good spin. Show us what you’re working with.”

What she’s working with becomes increasingly apparent as the audition progresses. The shy girl may look conservative on the outside, but it quickly becomes clear she’s built to thrill. Each spin and pose showcases alluring curves – full, heavy breasts straining against her dress, an impossibly tiny waist, and a heart-shaped booty that makes the director’s eyes glaze over with lust.

“So, I’m wondering,” he begins as she twirls to face him again. “Is there a chance you might be interested in doing some extra… explicit photos?” The girl blushes deeply, but there’s a new spark of excitement in her eyes. “Explicit? Like, nudity?” She bites her lip.

“And more,” the director hints, stepping closer and running a finger down her arm. “We’re looking to be edgy and provocative, shock a few people with how racy we can get.” He squeezes her bicep. “But a smokin’ hot body like yours is made for more than just clothes. I think some evocative, provocative shots in nude would really sell calendars.”

The shy girl hesitates, but her body betrays her anticipation. Her nipples visibly stiffen under her dress at his words. After a long pause, she nods slowly, eyes downcast. “I… I think I could do that. For the right price.” She murmurs so quietly he has to lean in.

“That’s my girl!” The director snaps his fingers. “Now let’s take this in the studio next door, get you out of that dress. sequences straight into her aggressively ripping off the girl’s dress himself, leaving her exposed and shivering, arms crossed over her bountiful breasts. He gropes her roughly, pushing her onto a leather sofa in the sweltering studio. She yelps at his sudden aggression but lets him manipulate her into the poses he wants, chest heaving with excited, nervous breaths.

He positions her on her knees on the sofa, back arched, perfect ass in the air. “Crawl over to the wall,” he commands, shoved camera tight to his face, voice raspy with lust. The shy girl does as told, crawling on hands and knees, then arching her back to pop her booty out, presenting it like a bitch in heat. He pans down her bare slit glistening with arousal. “Now hump the air like the slutty calendar girl you are.”

She whimpers but obeys, grinding her hips back, presenting herself shamelessly. He zooms in close as she orgasms hard, pussy convulsing, vocalizing in desperate moans. Still shaking from climax, he flips her onto her back, shoving camera even tighter between quivering thighs. “Finger yourself. Let’s see how many orgasms we can get out of you today.”

Finger filled pussy, fucking herself on screen, shameless lewd display of fingers diving in and out of soaked holes, rubbing clits, biting lips, completely lost in ecstasy, he counts orgasms, at least three before he finally shows mercy. But his cock doesn’t. He gets in her face after blowing his load in her, holds her hair, makes her lick it off his dick, taste her own juices. All while he rhymes off the things he’ll do to her, next to the €4.99 figure on her coordinator meal.

Exhausted, abused, she lays there on the floor, legs spread, passive, compliance. Neutral look, trying to hide it. “Wait for the man in the black car?” he asks as she limps to her coat and pulls on her dress, feigning concern. She nods, not meeting his eye. “Good girl,” He says. After all if the situation returns she knows she’s now received payment for more than half her food for the next month. But she refuses the money, says she’s fine, just needs to get away, and scurries out while he’s intimately expecting a lot more than this day.

The shy girl walks down the street, the sway of her hips is different than as she arrived, a practiced choreography or movements or tired resignation. She passed the audition, though she’s not sure that’s what she wanted. But the €9.99 figure in her pocket reminds her no matter what else is true, she won’t starve for another month. Little does she know, next time the man in the black car pulls up, and she won’t be able to say “No” anymore.