The First Audition Of Maria The Beautiful Girl Today

Sexy Maria’s Stripping Audition

Maria stepped nervously into the dimly lit casting room. Today was her chance to land the lead role in the hottest stripper movie of the year. But to do so, she’d have to prove she had the skills (and the body) to excite audiences night after night.

The casting director, a man known for his strict standards and even stricter כןraj, examined her from behind his desk. “Well, shall we begin? I’ll need to see you shake what your motherma gave you. Give me your best bump ‘n grind, sugar.”

Swallowing hard, Maria turned and ran her shapely hand along her hip as she sashayed over to the pole dangling ominously from the ceiling. She had trained for this big moment, spending hours memorizing routines and strengthening her core. But stage fright threatened to overcome the confident facade she projected.

Looking into a mirror along the wall, Maria began swaying her hips seductively to the throbbing beat pumping through the speakers. As she shimmied, her heavy breasts heaved up and down with each movement, threatening to spill out of her low-cut top. Miraculously, somehow her nipples remained concealed.

The taunting eyes of the casting director felt like lasers boring into her back as he silently appraised her performance. He doesn’t look impressed, Maria thought to herself. I need to step it up!

Winding back to the pole, she flipped her frothy skirts over her head and shimmied down to the floor in what she hoped was a graceful slide. The move exposed her tight g string, leaving little to the imagination. Now that’s more like it, she thought. Let’s see him stay objective after this!

On the balls of her feet again, Maria arched her back to present her rear as she winked at her reflection and bent over dramatically. This time she wasn’t content to expose her control top pantyhose. No, if she was going to tease this casting director to tears, she’d give him a real treat.

Ripping the sides of her pantyhose with her nails, Maria slid them down inch by agonizing inch. Rivulets of sweat ran down her palms as she slid them by her clamped thighs and found the courage to lower them further, past her shapely rear, finally exposing the no man’s land between her legs. The expensive, lacy, thong she had bought especially for this moment was about to make its debut.

“What are you waiting for?” The casting director barked impatiently from his chair. “Finish the damn job, strip for me! That skimpy thing doesn’t belong on a stripper.”

Head mixed with shame and pride, Maria did as the casting director commanded, sliding the thong down her legs and letting them dangle off one of her dainty fingers. But as she kicked it across the room, a sudden terror seized her as she realized she had torn her pantyhose on the rough floor. Even the thin fishnet wasn’t worth saving. Discarding them into a pile near her feet, she approached the director’s chair, now wearing just the remnants of her torn top.

“Come closer,” he said, crooking his finger at her. “I want a better look at those tits.” He rolled his chair back to give her room to approach.

Shaking like a leaf, Maria reached behind her back to start untying the straps of her top. But as she wrapped her hands around them, a sudden staccato “BZZZT” shattered the silence. Her legs nearly gave out as she realized her cheap bullet bra had just let her down in the worst way. The wires had become crossed and her top had released like a catapult, sending her heavy breasts spilling out into the open.

“Shy tits,” the casting director said with a smug smile. “That certainly is a lot of damage done. Well, since you gave me such a preview, the rest isn’t much of a surprise. Can you do a quick flash?”

Like a zombie, Maria barely registered as he reached out and pulled her top off of her shoulders completely, casting it aside. Her nipples immediately came to attention, solid in anticipation. Biting her lip, Maria took a deep breath and let the rest run down her body. The rough material raked across her sensitive nubbins as she pulled it away, sending sparks of electricity running up her spine.

And then she was fully nude, standing awkwardly over the casting director’s chair. He eyed her body like a predator sizing up a meal. “You’re over the hill, sugar. I saw a wedding ring on your finger.”. With a wave of his hand, he dismissed her. “I’ll let you know if another role opens up, but don’t bother packing your dancing shoes just yet.”

Crying tears of humiliation, Maria scurried behind a curtain for her clothes and ran from the room as quickly as her feet would carry her. The street outside was cold, but she paid no attention as she started the long walk home.

One thing was certain – she’d never embarrass herself that way again. She’d have to be content being a housewife, unless her husband discovered a need for exotic dancing at home…|nraj|t! In the privacy of their bedroom, Maria could be whatever sultry dancing beauty she dreamed. Free from the judgement of others, she could idolize herself, one boudoir Buddy pic at a time…and maybe even put it on social media for her husband’s friends. After all, you only live once – might as well live dangerously and embrace the exhibitionist inside.|nr