The Casting Couch (MM/f)
My mind was set on seeing at least one celebrity while I was in Hollywood. I was taking a walk around the streets, taking in the sites and window shopping a little. I wanted to see someone famous but most people I saw looked liked actors and actresses, but I didn't recognize them. My family and I were taking a vacation in California. California was so much different than my midwestern home. Our hotel was very elegant, there were interesting shops and cafes that we didn't have back home, and the people were glamorous.
I felt akward sitting alone at one of the outdoor cafes, but I really wanted to see someone famous. I spent well over an hour at one to watch people. I wasn't sure what I'd do if I did see a celebrity. My friends back home would be excited to hear all about how I saw Brad Pitt. My parents, on the other hand, didn't care. They had opted to go to a wax museum instead that day. After I left the cafe I gave up people watching and browsed some of the markets. One of the stalls had cute bracelets that I could bring home for presents. I was looking through them for awhile when I first started to get a weird feeling someone was watching me. I felt like this guy was hovering over me so I moved around the stall, but I was too interested in what I was looking through.
"How much are these?" I asked the woman at the stall.
"Five dollars each," she answered. She gave me a weird look and looked over at my shoulder in a nervous sort of manner. I didn't think much of it and started to look through my purse for my money. Before I had taken my money out, the guy behind me reached over me and paid the woman for my bracelets. I whirled around, pretty freaked out by him. The guy didn't look very threatening to me. He was an older guy, not very old, but he was handsome and really well-dressed. He smiled at me which made me think he was just hitting on me. For a moment I believed he could be a famous actor. I got my hopes up really high.
"Don't worry about it," he said to me very casusally. He had a nice smile.
"Gee, thanks," I said like an idiot. My parents warned me somewhat about getting into trouble. I figured he was just a harmless rich guy who was looking for a dumb girl. I looked at him again to see if I recognized him from a movie but I didn't.
"Didn't mean to scare you, I'm Paul Richards with Platinum Casting," he said to me, making me shake hands with him. He had nice hands.
"Platinum . . . ?" I said. I had no idea what he was talking about at first. I thought he was trying to sell me something. I started to walk away but he stayed beside me. He was also persistant.
"Casting. You have the exact look for a minor part in an upcoming movie. I'd like to talk to you for a minute if you have time," he said fast. He was a bit of a smooth talker, he smiled a lot at me. My defenses should have went up but they didn't. Instead I got very excited, thinking I was going to be rich and famous.
"You're not from around here, are you?" He said.
"No, Iowa " I replied.
"That's good. I'm always looking for new talent. It's a lot better than hiring spoiled actresses," He was joking, but it offended me a little. I wasn't about to argue with a guy who wanted to give me a shot at being in a movie though.
"Oh, what's the part?" I asked, trying to play it cool.
"It's for a waitress. It's not a huge part, but it is a speaking role. I've already interviewed a couple of big name actresses, but I'd love to hire a down to earth girl for the role," he said. It sounded good to me.
"That would be . . " I stammered.
"I know, it would be great. But first do you think you could make it to an audition tonight around 6 pm?" He asked. He gave me a business card with an address to a hotel room written on the back. It looked legitimate to me.
"Yes, that would be no problem," I said. My heart was pounding like crazy, believing I was going to audition for a big movie.
"Great, I'll see you there . . .?"
"Emily."
"I'll see you at 6 then Emily," he said as he gave me a wink. I felt like I was walking on a cloud. I was going to be a celebrity instead hoping to see one. I raced back to our hotel room. It was quiet, my parents were still gone. All I could think about was I could possibly practice for this audition in the next couple of hours. Paul seemed to like me, so I though my chances were already pretty good.
I took a shower and changed into some new shorts and a tee-shirt. It was about 4:30 and I couldn't sit still in the hotel room, so I walked over to where Paul's hotel room was. I thought about leaving my parents a note, but I could picture them getting mad at me for talking to strangers, so I didn't bother. Any concerns I had with the legitimacy of this audition I ignored, this was my dream. I was hungry to be in movies and be rich and famous.
I was about an hour early when I knocked on his hotel door. There was no answer, so I sat in the hallway. My heart was pounding like crazy. I wanted to make a good audition. I jumped up to greet him when I saw him coming down the hallway.
"Hi Emily, you're early," he smiled.
"Well, I can wait if you want," I was willing to do almost anything for this opportunity.
"No, it's no big deal. We can get started now if you'd like," he said as he opened the door. It was just a plain hotel room. I was picturing something more fancy for movie auditions. I never considered how odd it was for a movie audition to be held in hotel rooms at 6 pm though.
"Sure, I'd like to get back before dark," I said. I knew my parents would be pissed if I was gone for too long.
"Oh, this won't take that long hopefully," he said. He took his coat off and sat down at the table. I sat down next to him, it was hard considering how anxious I was.
"So do you have any acting experience?" He asked me, staring into my eyes.
"I've been in school plays before," I thought carefully how to answer, hoping I wouldn't say the wrong thing.
"Okay. . . anything else?" He asked.
"No, that's it really," I said, starting to get worried.
"It's a start. Would you like to read through the script a little? You'll be reading for a waitress named Ellen," he tells me as he hands me this huge script. My heart was pounding like crazy.
"I'll start," he said. "What are the specials?" He smiled at me, staring at me. I took a deep breath and began.
"Hi, we have a grilled salmon with sweet potatoes . . . It's very good."
"Is that all?" He answered.
"Sorry, I haven't really had a chance to check, I just got here to fill in for one of the other girls," I said, reading from the script.
Paul didn't read his next line. He closed his script and stared at me in silence. I was so nervous because I didn't know if I messed up badly. He either knew I had a hidden talent or I was no good.
"I'm sorry, I'm really nervous," I blurted out.
"Well Emily, you read through that very well, but I have to be honest with you and tell you that I spoke with the director earlier. He's really set on going with an established actress." My heart sank, I felt like I was wasting my time.
"Oh, so I won't get the part?" I asked.
"Well, I could convince him to change his mind, but it would be a lot of work," he said to me. I felt like he was teasing me in a way.
"Oh," I said meekly, holding back tears.
"I like you though, Emily. I just don't know if it's worth it to me to spend my time convincing the director to take a shot on you," he said.
"But I'd really love this, I won't let you down," I stammered, holding back tears. Paul sighed and leaned back in his chair. I was hoping he'd pity me.
"You really want this don't you?" He asked.
"Yes, I'd do anything," I said without thinking.
"Anything?" He said, grinning at me like a pervert.
"Well, almost," I said, akwardly crossing my legs. I felt nervous about this.
"I guess you have to ask yourself how much you want this," He said, in a threatening sort of way. My heart was pounding. This was probably my only chance at being famous. Making it worth it to Paul would mean giving up my dignity. It was a very tough decision for me. He grinned at me, taking joy in my anxiety. I normally would not do anything so stupid, but my inhibitions were fading fast in my pursuit of fame.
"A blowjob? Would that do?" I blurted out.
"Sure kiddo, only if that's what you want to do," he said. He had me right where he wanted me. I gulped, I had never given a blowjob before. All I knew about giving them was what I heard from my girlfriends that joked about it at school. I knew enough not to bite down, and to try and use my tongue. I couldn't believe I was doing this, but Paul watched me get up from my chair and kneel in front of him. I waited for him to unzip himself but he didn't.
"Go on, do you want this or not?" He scolded me. I didn't need anymore encouragement, I wanted this role. I unbuttoned his pants and unzipped him myself. I rubbed his thighs, looking up to see if he was really going to make me do this. He gave me an impatient look so I reached inside his boxers and tugged him out. He was big, but still falcid. I held him in my hand, gulping when I felt him grow.
"Take your time," he said as he put his hand on my head and ran his fingers through my hair. I hoped this would be worth it I thought to myself. I leaned over his lap and closed my lips around his soft penis. He grew really fast in my mouth. I sucked on him gently, trying to remember anything else my girlfriends said about blowjobs. I flicked my tongue around him until he got really heard. I started to move up and down, sucking on him and listening to him groan. I was hypnotized by my own rythym, it was more enjoyable than I thought it would be. Apparently I wasn't feeling the pleasure he was though. He kept growing between my lips until he stretched them apart. I gagged and had to stop a couple of times at this point. I rubbed him in my hand and caught my breath then. I loved how it felt, he was hard but still soft in way. I jerked him up and down.
"Show me how much you want this part," he grunted. I swallowed and closed my lips around him again. I flicked my tongue around him, fitting him deep in my mouth. It was warm and tasted salty, it was very intoxicating to me. He strarted to tug at my hair, hurting me whenever he felt good I think. I hoped this would be worth it if I became a famous actress. I kept at it for a few minutes, going up and down on him. He put his hand behind my head after awhile and really started to push on my head. He shoved my head into his lap so his cock stabbed the back of my mouth. I coughed a lot and almost threw up, but he wouldn't let me stop and catch my breath. He controlled me in tight movements, slamming my head back and forth on his cock.
"That's it baby," he groaned while I turned blue. He did this for awhile then grabbed my hair and ripped my head back. He took his thing out of my mouth and let me breathe again. I hoped this would be the end, and he wouldn't want to go any further than this blowjob. He pushed my head back down in his lap again though, I sucked on him like a hungry animal, rubbing his legs, entranced by his moaning. He shoved his hips up along with pushing my head down so I was forced to gag on his cock. It was pretty humiliating, I still rolled my tongue around him and sucked on him as best I could. He throbbed in my mouth and was poking desperately at my throat. He didn't get that far thank God. I kept sucking on him and he kept abusing me until I felt his ejaculation start. His sperm shot right down my throat. He kept my head down so I had no chance to avoid it. It collected in my empty stomach. It was pretty gross, I guess I wanted this acting job really bad.
"Oh yes kiddo," he groaned. Letting me have a chance to breathe again. I wiped my lips, feeling pretty frisky now. I was turned on by this experience in some way. Paul zipped up and forgot about me it seemed. I stood up, trying to collect my dignity.
"That was great, you don't have to leave yet do you? Want to stay awhile?" He asked me.
"Sure," I answered. I wanted to find out about this movie, and my libido was catching up with me as well. I was just a normal girl who wanted her chance to feel pleasure. Paul smiled at me and stood up with me. I was very attracted to this handsome older man, but this was a one-night stand I was considering.
"Hungry girl?" He asked me as he put his arms around my waist.
"Not really," I replied. "I'd like a soda though." I wanted to wash the taste of sperm out of my mouth and my stomach. I put my arms around his neck and let him kiss my cheek. He didn't kiss my lips. My heart was pounding like crazy, and for the first time I realized I was wet. He let go of me and patted me on my head like his pet dog.
"I'll go down the hall and get a Coke, okay?" He said.
"Sure," I answered. I sat down on the bed. My head was spinning from the over excitement.