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Title: Ayla: The Unaftican Audition
Ashley sighed as she looked over the list of potential models for the swimsuit calendar. It was going to be a long day of casting call after casting call, sifting through countless young women eager to show off their assets for a chance at fame and fortune. She rested her chin on her hand, stifling a yawn, when the door to her office burst open with a bang.

“Miss Ashley?” a breathless voice called out. “There’s a young lady here who insists on seeing you immediately.”

Ashley smiled wryly. Just what she needed – another overly ambitious wannabe who couldn’t follow the simplest of instructions. “Send her in,” she said, leaning back in her chair.

The door opened again and in walked a stunning young woman, her long dark curls tumbling over her shoulders. She was tall and lithe, with a body that looked like it had been sculpted by the gods themselves. Her eyes were a deep, rich brown, and her full lips were curved into a coquettish smile.

“Miss Ashley,” she purred, sauntering over to the desk. “I’m Cindy – but you can call me Ayla. I heard you were looking for new faces for your calendar.”

Ashley raised an eyebrow, taking in the way the girl’s tiny skirt clung to her curves. “Yes, well, there’s a process for this sort of thing. I have a list of girls scheduled for callbacks today. As I’m sure you’re aware.”

Ayla dismissed this with a wave of her perfectly manicured hand. “Oh, I don’t think I’ll need a callback. I can give you all the motivation you need right now.”

She intends to fuck, Ashley thought dazedly, as Ayla hiked up her pencil skirt, revealing a pair of long, toned legs. Ayla sauntered around the desk, trailing a finger along the back of Ashley’s chair as she passed.

“Don’t be coy, Miss Ashley,” she said, her voice low and husky with desire. “You know why I’m here.” She ran a hand playfully through Ashley’s hair, then leaned down, her breasts brushing against Ashley’s arm.

Ashley swallowed hard, her eyes drawn to the swell of Ayla’s cleavage, barely contained by her scandalously low-cut blouse. She could feel her face growing hot, her mind racing with the possibilities. With effort, she stood up, putting a little distance between them.

“Miss Ayla, I appreciate the initiative,” Ashley said, her voice strained. “But I have a process for a reason. It takes a certain kind of talent to be a model.”

Ayla smiled, a wicked gleam in her eye. “Oh, I think I have the kind of talent you’re looking for.” She reached out and tugged Ashley’s tie, pulling her closer. “Let me prove it to you.”

Before Ashley could respond, Ayla sealed her lips over Ashley’s in a searing kiss. Ashley moaned, instinctively opening her mouth to Ayla’s probing tongue. Ayla took advantage, her tongue dancing with Ashley’s as she backed her up against the desk.

Ashley’s hands found their way into Ayla’s silky hair, tugging at the dark curls as she deepened the kiss. She could feel Ayla’s hands roaming over her body, caressing her curves through the thin fabric of her blouse.

Ayla broke the kiss, leaving Ashley panting and wanting more. “You see?” she whispered, her breath hot against Ashley’s ear. “I’m exactly the kind of model you need.”

Ashley’s head was spinning, her usual composure shattered by Ayla’s bold moves. She knew this was wrong, that she should put an end to this right now, but the sight of Ayla’s parted lips, the feeling of her hands on Ashley’s body, was simply too tempting to resist.

“Prove it,” Ashley heard herself say, her voice a low growl of desire. “Show me what you’re really made of.”

Ayla grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She sank to her knees in front of Ashley, her hands already working on the fastenings of her pants. Ashley watched, transfixed, as Ayla freed her hardening cock from its confines.

“Let’s see how you handle the real thing,” Ayla purred, leaning forward to run her tongue along the length of Ashley’s shaft.

Ashley groaned, her eyes fluttering closed as Ayla took her into her mouth. The wet heat of her mouth was exquisite, sending shivers of pleasure through Ashley’s body. Ayla worked her magic, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head of Ashley’s cock before she took her deeper, inch by inch, until she could feel the head of her cock hitting the back of her throat.

“Fuck, Cindy,” Ashley moaned, her hands fisting in Ayla’s hair. “You’re incredible.”

Ayla just smiled around her mouthful, her eyes twinkling up at Ashley as she began to bob her head up and down, taking Ashley deeper with each stroke. The sight of Ayla on her knees, her lips stretched around Ashley’s cock, was almost too much to bear. Ashley could feel the pressure building in her groin, her orgasm approaching rapidly.

“Yes, just like that,” she gasped, her hips thrusting forward of their own accord. “Take it all, Cindy. Show me you can handle it.”

Ayla moaned in response, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through Ashley’s body. She could feel her orgasm coming, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in her core.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” Ashley warned, her voice tight with strain. “Don’t you dare stop.”

Ayla just doubled her efforts, sucking harder and faster as Ashley’s climax approached. With a final groan, Ashley thrust deep into Ayla’s mouth, her cock pulsing as she emptied herself into the waiting heat of Ayla’s throat.

Ayla swallowed it all, not spilling a single drop as she milked Ashley’s cock for every last bit of pleasure. Finally, when Ashley was spent, Ayla released her, sitting back on her heels to smile up at her conquest.

“There,” she said, her voice hoarse from her exertions. “I think that proves how much I want this. Print that calendar with my face on it.”

Ashley looked down at Ayla, her mind still reeling from the intensity of her orgasm. She knew it was crazy, that she was breaking every rule in the book, but the way Ayla had just sucked her off, the way she had looked up at her with those seductive eyes, had convinced Ashley that this is the dick sucking that explode the record of the internet.

And so, with a smile and a nod, Ashley agreed. Ayla would be the newest cover girl of the calendar. And Ashley would be the one seeing it through to the end, no matter what the cost. The cost of going viral with the sex act of the century.