I've always wanted to have sex with a guy who is utterly gorgeous on every level, but for years I've held off because of my moral principles. I was in a faithful and committed relationship with my boyfriend, Andy for six years. Things were good between us, but kind of tame—I'm not going to lie. Two months ago, however, we mutually agreed to end our relationship after drifting apart.
As a 27-year-old woman who was raised in a conservative family, I've never had the greatest sex life. I've always been the type to go by the book, follow the rules, take the safe route when I could do something a bit more wild, but now that I'm getting closer to 30, I want more out of life.
I'm currently driving to the house of a man who I'm hoping will help me have more. His name is Sam Magic (yes, Magic) and I've been obsessed with him for two months. He's a successful and rich magician who has a very interesting hobby—erotic photography. He's muscular, has a chiseled face, black hair, and keen green eyes. The last time I saw him was at his house after he put out a casting call. In it, he said that he was looking for a model with a curvy but trim figure and I thought that I fit the bill just right. When I got to his house, he examined me head to toe, took my measurements, and made me pose for him. He took a single picture of me, then told me to leave. I thought that I had disappointed him considering his lack of communication, but to my surprise, he sent me an email the next day asking me to come back to his house for a final audition.
Presently, I see his house come into view. It's huge and has a manicured lawn, a big circular driveway, and a gate out front. He's one of those types of people. In fact, his father is the CEO of a Fortune 500 company. I swallow the lump in my throat as I roll down my window and stare at the gate's call button. Just do it, I tell myself.
I press the button. There is a long pause, then I hear him on the other end. “Hello?”
I almost choke on my words. “Hi…Sam, it's Gabby. Uh...Gabriela Torres. I'm here for the final audition.”
There's a brief pause, then, “Come on in. Tony will take care of you up front.”
He hangs up, and a second later the gate opens. I drive through it, thinking about the first time that Sam and I met. It was at a house party that my friend, Julia threw two months prior. A bunch of famous people were there, and he was there too, performing magic tricks and taking photos with the guests. I ran into him by accident near the pool, at which point he introduced himself. We spoke for a few minutes. Then he asked me if I wanted to see a magic trick. I told him yes, and a moment later, he materialized a rose out of thin air. He was about to leave and move onto another guest when I asked him if he would take a picture with me. He waved me off and said that I was so sexy I might end up breaking his camera and that he couldn't afford to take the risk.
His answer surprised me, and I demanded that he at least give me the rose. He let me have it, but only after making me promise to be a good girl. That totally turned me on. I still have the rose, by the way. Stupid, I know. But he's just that hot. And an amazing flirt too. In the last two months, I've fantasized about him more times than I can count. Now I'm going to his house to try and seduce him—even if that means breaking my promise. Call me a liar, but I can't be a good girl forever.
I park my car and see his butler, Tony coming out to greet me. He knocks on my window, and I roll it down. He smiles. “Hi, Gabriela. Nice to see you again. How are you?”
“I'm doing good.”
“Great. Come on in. I'll let you through the door.”
I turn off my car, step out, and follow him to the front door, hoping that my outfit is appropriate. I'm wearing a short skirt and a twisted crop top.
Tony takes me past a foyer into a living room where six other women are waiting. There's a door with a sign on it that reads, Final audition in progress.
Tony hands me a contract and a waiver, and I sign them and return them to him. After that, I take a seat next to a redhead named Charlotte. I've seen her before. We didn't speak when we saw each other at the casting call, but I remember her clearly, mostly because she's so good looking. She has big tits, stunning blue eyes, and flawless ivory skin. Today, her lips are bright red. They come open as she speaks to me. “Congratulations. You made it this far.”
I give her a small smile. “Sure did.”
“Have you ever made it to a final audition with him before?”
“Never have.”
“I can tell. Not to be rude, but you look nervous.”
“Yeah...uh...have you made it before?”
“Oh, yes. I've worked with him many times,” she says, biting her lip. Then she lowers her voice. “His...photography is the best.”
“How so?”
“His sessions are…smoking,” she says, and I feel a prickle of curiosity as I wonder what she's insinuating. “Purely professional, of course,” she adds quickly, noting my expression. “He's so good at what he does. He'll make your career...if he likes you.”
I nod, feeling intrigued, but not because I'm interested in having a modeling career. That was never my intention. I just came here to try and have sex with him, and it sounds to me like he's willing to get up close and personal, which is all the better for me. “Good to know,” I mutter.
“You probably won’t be picked, but don't sweat it. There's always next time.”
I'm not sure whether she's genuinely trying to be nice or subtly trying to undermine my confidence. Either way, I wish she wasn't talking to me. I look around. The other women are stunning—I have to admit the truth when I see it—and it makes me wonder how I'll stand a chance in competition with them. Most of them are all done up and wearing super nice outfits. Compared to them, I look like an average girl off the street. Knowing that I need to be self-confident, I try to think of my good qualities and what I can use to get some of Sam's magic...in my pants.
My best feature is definitely my ass. That's what my friends always say, anyway. I know I have to use it to my advantage. How a sexually inexperienced 27-year-old like me is going to do that, I have no idea.
The door to the auditioning room opens abruptly, and I see a brunette walk out. Sam trails behind her. Seeing him causes my body to jump start. He glances around the waiting room, looking as hot as ever. He wears a tight shirt that reveals his muscular physique and black pants that are equally as tight. I stare at him, and my eyes inevitably drift down to the bulge in his jeans. “Charlotte. You're up,” he says.
She turns and flashes me a smile. “Bye.”
I look over at her round butt as she gets up and walks toward him, her hips swaying. She definitely knows how to use what she's got. To my surprise, I don't see him check her out. His eyes are locked on hers. He gives her a polite nod as she walks past him and enters the auditioning room. He follows after her and closes the door behind them.
I sit and wait, wondering what exactly is going on in there. I know this is an erotic photo shoot, but from what I can tell there's nothing overtly sexual going on. He seemed so professional when he let her into the auditioning room. I have the discouraging thought that maybe he's too legitimate to try and bang his models. That would suck for me. Charlotte interrupts my thoughts when she comes back out a few minutes later. She stops and sits next to me, looking annoyed. “He's in quite a particular mood today.”
“Particular? How?”
“He says he's looking for something unique for this shoot. Who the hell knows what that means!”
She stops talking abruptly, leaving me feeling more nervous than ever. I'm starting to wonder if this is a good idea—this whole seduction thing—as one by one Sam brings the other women into the auditioning room. Eventually, I'm the only one left who hasn't been called, and I find myself tugging at the edges of my skirt. He said you were sexy at the party. That has to count for something, I think, trying to encourage myself.
Leave it up to me to remember something that happened two months ago and might be totally meaningless. The door opens suddenly, and he steps out. “Gabby. You're up.”
His tone is warm as if he's talking to a friend and I wonder if he remembers our short-lived history. Then again, he acted very clinically with me during my first audition, and it makes me wonder if he's pretty much forgotten about me on a personal level. I get up, wishing I could just drop the pretense of being a model and ask him about what he's feeling, and what he wants. I still can't believe I'm here, doing what I'm doing. Hold it together, Gabby, I say to myself.
He smiles at me and adds, “It's good to see you again.”
I return his smile, feeling a flutter of excitement. So, he does remember me. “Good to see you too.”
“I was impressed by your picture.”
“You were?”
“Yes. You have a great figure.”
“Thanks.”
He gestures toward the auditioning room. We head inside, and I see that it has a bed in the center that is surrounded by lighting fixtures. He speaks. “This is an erotic shoot, so you're going to have to take your clothes off. I know this is spelled out in the contract and waiver, but you're new. Are you ok with this?”
“Yeah. That...that's totally fine,” I say, trying not to sound too excited.
Being naked in front of you? Check. Will you be naked too? I fucking hope so, I think.
“Also,” he goes on, “if you are selected, we are going to have close physical contact. Are you ok with this as well?”
“Close contact? Yeah, of course. I mean, close contact is great.”
“Will your boyfriend mind?”
I'm taken aback by his question. “I don't have a boyfriend.”
“Oh, I thought you did.” He pauses, letting his words hang, and I get the feeling that there's more to his statement than is readily apparent. He changes the subject, and I notice a subtle shift in his demeanor. “The theme for this particular shoot is magic. I'm a magician who is searching for hidden treasure, and you're an assistant who just so happens to be hiding it. If you are chosen, your photos will be used for my upcoming show at Blue Flower Cinemas. It's the adult theater downtown. You may have heard of it.”
“An adult theater? How...intimate are these photos going to be? Not that I mind. I'm just curious.”
His eyes lock onto mine, and I detect a hint of excitement that wasn't present a moment ago. “Very intimate. Are you still sure you can handle this?”
“Yes.”
“It's ok to be nervous,” he says suddenly.
“I'm not nervous. Well, I am a little bit.”
“Don't worry. I'll be here to guide you every step of the way. I promise.”
“You...promise?”
I giggle in my idiotic attempt to flirt, and he raises his eyebrows. “What's so funny?”
“Nothing. I'm just...excited,” I say, trying not to sound ridiculous.
He smiles and nods. “I like you. You're interesting.”
“Glad to hear it.”
“Well, are you ready to start?”
“Are you going to be naked too?”
I immediately regret my question. He's already made it clear that we're going to be taking very intimate photos. Why ask the obvious and come across as an overly eager weirdo?
“I wasn't going to for the audition,” he says, laughing. “But I'll do it to make you feel more comfortable.”
“No. You don't have to,” I protest, but he's already pulling off his shirt.
I see his rock-hard abs and feel an immediate tingle in my pussy. He then takes off his pants, and I see his cock bulging beneath his boxers, and I swear that I'm about to lose it. He looks at me expectantly, and I take my shirt off, revealing my bra. I then bring my hands to my skirt and slowly undo it. I feel like I'm burning as I slide it down my legs, exposing my tight black thong. His eyes move up and down my body with interest.
“Turn around for me, will you?”
I do as he asks, feeling exhilarated. It's one thing to fantasize about showing off your body to your crush and another thing entirely to actually be doing it. As I aim my butt at him, I look back and gauge his reaction. I can't read his expression precisely, but he seems to be enjoying himself. “You have a gorgeous ass. Stick it out for me,” he says.
He watches me steadily, and I lean over. “Like this?”
“A little farther.”
I feel my heart race inside my chest even though technically we're being strictly professional. We are being professional, aren't we? I desperately hope we're not because I want nothing more than for him to go balls deep into me. “Oh, you mean like this?” I say.
I lean over another ten degrees and arch my booty for him. I hold the position for a few seconds and consider leaving it at that, but then I feel a naughty impulse and realize this is my time. Without warning, I reach my hands back and pull my ass cheeks apart. He clears his throat, says, “That's good. Thank you.” I stand back up and turn around and eye him closely. His lips are pressed firmly together. His expression is different than it was seconds ago. “Do you care if I measure you?”
I feel delighted by his suggestion. I'll do anything to have his hands on me. “Not at all,” I say, smiling broadly.
He nods. “I'll be right back.” He crosses the room and vanishes. He comes back a moment later with a tape measure. He comes close and kneels in front of me. I feel his hot breath on my skin, and I fight the urge to grab his head and pull him into my horny pussy. I seriously could let him give me oral for hours. I let out a small exhale as his hands make contact with my skin. It takes him only a second to measure me.
“Now your chest,” he says, standing back up. I scrutinize him. His expression is still unreadable and yet I swear that I just heard arousal in his voice. He brings the measuring tape up to my plump boobs. “Your tits are just the right size.”
I smile again, feeling more delighted than ever. I want to say, Great. Want to suck them for me? But all I actually say is, “Thanks. I'm glad they work for you.”
He indicates the bed. “Come on. Let's get started. This is going to be great.” He heads toward it, and I follow him. He goes to a camera that is mounted next to the bed and plays with the settings. “This is going to be a test shot. I want the main focus to be your ass. Can you rest on your hands and knees and push your ass into the air for me?”
I nod and crawl onto the bed. I catch him staring at me. “Like this?” I ask.
“A bit more. Put your head down like you're doing a yoga pose,” he orders. I obey and when I'm finally in the correct position he nods. “Pretty good. Just bring your knees closer together and poke your ass up a little bit higher.” He pauses and waits for me. “Perfect,” he says. “Hold it right there.” He looks through the camera and takes a picture. He pauses as he studies the picture. He stares at it for what seems like an eternity, then finally looks at me. “Alright. You can get dressed.”
I feel disappointed. I was hoping that he would want to see more of me—want more of me. My voice comes out sounding whiny. “That’s it?”
“That's it. Go on. I'll be out in a few minutes to announce my decision.”
I choke down my disappointment and get dressed. I head out the door and see Charlotte staring in my direction. I sit next to her again, and she says, “That was fast.”
“You think so? Was it too fast?”
“Yes. How many pictures did he take?”
“Only one,” I admit.
“I'm sorry to break it to you, but you failed. I've never heard of him only taking one freaking photo. You'll do better next time. It happens.”
Her words instantly plunge me into misery. The other girls look in my direction, seeming sorry for me. They've obviously overheard our conversation. I ask myself how I could have messed up so badly and suddenly wish that the ground would open up and swallow me. Without this photo shoot, how am I going to get up close and personal with him? I want to get fucked, for god's sake. Besides, if he doesn't pick me, he'll be staring at another woman's naked body and having close contact with her. And I'll probably be at home fapping to some porn video while I burn alive with jealousy.
I squeeze my hands together and realize that I'm beginning to sweat. An eternity passes before I see him emerge from the room again. He doesn't even so much as look at me, and I expect the worst. I feel a spike of adrenaline when he speaks. “Ladies. I want to thank each of you for coming. I'm having Tony give you tickets to my next show for the trouble.” He turns and looks at me, and I feel my face get hot because I'm certain that he's going to dismiss me. “Gabby Torres, you've got the job.”
I can't believe my ears, and my mouth falls open. I stare at him blankly for a couple of seconds. “I...what?”
“You've got the job,” he reiterates.
“Just like that?”
He nods. “Just like that.”
I get up, feeling my emotions do a 180. I've gone from the pits of hell to heaven itself. I can feel an explosion of envy from the other women, and it's extraordinary. I catch a glimpse of Charlotte. Her nose is slightly wrinkled, and I see the muscles of her jaw working. She and the others regard me with professional restraint, but I can tell that they're insanely jealous. I'm too happy to care. All I can think about is getting naked with him, and hopefully doing more than just taking pictures.
