TEEN FUCKED AT CASTING AUDITION BY AGENT

The sun had barely begun to crest over the horizon, casting a soft glow on the shabby office building that housed “UK Talent Scouts.” Inside, the reception area was dimly lit, save for the flickering fluorescent lights that buzzed overhead. The walls were adorned with faded headshots of aspiring actresses, their glassy eyes and forced smiles a silent testament to the inauspicious nature of the space.

Lana, a petite blonde with big blue eyes and a body that was equal parts innocence and temptation, sat nervously on the worn leather couch. She shifted in her short skirt, the tight fabric riding up her thighs as she crossed and uncrossed her legs. The heels of her stilettos dug into the shabby carpet, leaving faint imprints with each anxious movement.

She had seen the casting call on Craigslist, a listing for a “young, attractive female” to star in an independent film. The pay was meager, but the promise of exposure and experience had seemed too enticing to pass up. Lana had spent hours poring over the script, committing her lines to memory, and selecting the perfect outfit to showcase her assets while still appearing professional.

The door creaked open, revealing a man in his late forties, his salt-and-pepper hair slicked back from his weathered face. He wore a rumpled suit, the jacket strained against his barrel chest. “You must be Lana,” he said, his eyes roving over her body as he extended a meaty hand. “I’m Michael, the casting director.”

Lana stood, smoothing her skirt as she shook his hand. “Nice to meet you, Michael. I’m excited for the opportunity to audition.”

Michael led her down a dim hallway, the scent of stale coffee and cigarettes clinging to the air. He ushered her into a cramped office, the desk cluttered with takeout containers and piles of headshots. “So, Lana, tell me a bit about yourself,” he said, slumped in his chair, his tie undone and hanging loose around his neck.

Lana launched into a practiced spiel, detailing her acting experience, her dreams of stardom, and her willingness to do whatever it took to make it in the industry. Michael listened, an indulgent smile playing on his lips, his eyes never leaving her face.

“Well, I think you’ve got real potential,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “But I’d like to see how comfortable you are with more intimate scenes. It’s a small part, but it’s crucial to the story.”

Lana’s heart raced as Michael pulled a script from a drawer and laid it out on the desk. The scene described an encounter between the protagonist and his employer, a scene filled with suggestive undertones that could easily be interpreted as sexual.

“Oh, I see,” Lana said, swallowing hard. “I think I can handle it.”

Michael closed the distance between them, his breath hot on her neck as he leaned in close. “I hope so,” he murmured, his hand coming to rest on her hip. “Because this could be your big break, sweetheart.”

Lana felt a thrill of excitement mixed with trepidation as Michael’s hand slid lower, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. She knew what was coming, had seen enough casting couch stories to understand the risks she was taking.

But the promise of fame, the taste of success, was enough to push aside any doubts. She leaned into Michael’s touch, her body yielding to his advance as he pulled her closer. His lips found hers in a harsh, demanding kiss, his teeth nipping at her bottom lip as his hands roamed over her curves.

Lana gasped as Michael pushed her back against the desk, the script falling to the floor in a tattered heap. He bent her over, his hands rough and eager as he hiked up her skirt and ripped at her lacy panties. Lana felt a rush of arousal, her body responding to his aggressive touch despite her reservations.

As Michael thrust into her from behind, Lana bit her lip to stifle a moan. The pain of his entrance gave way to a steady rhythm, his hips slapping against her ass as he grunted with each powerful stroke. Lana gripped the edge of the desk, her knuckles white with the effort of holding herself up as Michael pounded into her.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Michael growled, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips as he drove deeper. “I knew you’d be good from the moment I saw you.”

Lana could only whimper in response, her body surrendering to his relentless pace. She felt a rush of heat building between her legs, her arousal growing with each thrust. As Michael’s fingers found her clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in time with his thrusts, Lana knew she was losing control.

She came with a sharp cry, her body convulsing around Michael’s cock as a surge of pleasure coursed through her veins. Michael followed soon after, grinding against her as he spilled his seed deep inside her.

As they lay tangled together, panting in the aftermath, Lana couldn’t help but wonder if this was the price of success. She had given herself to Michael, had let him use her body for his own gratification, all in the hopes of landing a role that might never materialize.

But as his hands slid over her body, as he murmured promises of stardom and fame into her ear, Lana knew she would do it all again. She would let him fuck her, would let him fill her with his cum and his lies, if it meant a chance to make it in this cutthroat industry.

And so, as the sun began to set over the city, casting long shadows across the streets, Lana gathered her clothes and stepped out into the night. The dream of stardom was still alive, still burning bright within her, even if it had cost her more than she had ever imagined.