Teen fucked at photoshoot casting audition
Title: “Casting Couch Temptation: A Teen’s Private Audition”
The casting room was dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation. In the corner, a young brunette sat nervously, her slender legs crossed demurely. She was just 19, a petite thing with innocent eyes, but a body that hinted at the woman she would soon become. Her name was Lana, and she had come to audition for a lingerie calendar shoot, far from her small town’s comforts.
The agent, a well-dressed man named Viktor, paced before her, his eyes scrutinizing her every move. “Tell me, Lana,” he purred, his voice smooth like honey. “Why did you want to become a model?”
Lana shifted, her cheeks flushing. “I…I’ve always loved the camera. Posed for my dad as a kid.” She managed a shy smile. “Thought I’d give it a shot.”
Viktor nodded, a speculative glint in his eye. “Of course, modeling is a cut-throat business. You’ll need to prove your worth.”
Lana’s eyes widened. “What do you mean?”
Viktor shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. “Private auditions. Only the best make it to the next round.” He stepped closer, his hand brushing against her thigh. “If you want this badly enough, you’ll do anything, won’t you?”
Lana swallowed hard, her heart pounding. She knew what he was implying, the underline threat. But the glittering promises dangling before her were too tempting. Her fingers curled around the armrest, nails digging into the leather. “Anything,” she whispered.
Viktor’s grin widened, a man wanting his prey. “Good girl.” He glanced at the camera, a nod towards the operator. “Let’s see what you’re working with.”
Lana hesitated, then slowly uncrossed her legs. Her hands inched up her thighs, lifting the hem of her short skirt. Exposing creamy flesh inch by inch. Viktor’s gaze was predatory, undressing her with his eyes. Lana felt a thrill, a rush of adrenaline. Power and submission, all rolled into one.
She leaned back,arkers supporting her upper body, chest thrust out. Her finger hooked into her collar, thumbs working at the buttons. One, two, three, until the fabric parted, revealing the lacy cups of her bra. Lana’s breath hitched, skin flushing pink…|
