I’m one of those girls who hasn’t really let go of the modelling dream even though I’ve just graduated from college and it’s clear by now that I’ll have to make a living doing something else. Throughout college, I tried to take as many modelling jobs as I could, fill out my portfolio and meet people in the industry. Looking back, perhaps this was a mistake but I would shoot with people who were a little sketchy or people who didn’t have the greatest reputation.
A couple years back, I went to a casting for a swimsuit catalogue. Met the creative team, did a few test shots. I thought it went well, everyone seemed to like me. The casting director was pretty flirty during the breaks, complimenting my body and even touching it a bit. I didn’t mind at all and totally flirted back.
Afterwards, I met privately with the casting director. I was still the last thing I shot in, which was a sky blue bikini micro bikini and thong plus a sarong/coverup. He told me that the photographer loved me but he was leaning towards another girl. Even though they liked my character more for this shoot, he felt the other girl was better at following instructions. I pleaded with him, saying I could follow instructions too. He countered, telling she had more experience.
I was (still am) young and dumb and got a little exasperated. Without thinking, I grabbed his hand and said “I’m willing to go the extra mile to make sure we can have the perfect shoot!” He looked at my hand, then looked at my body, then said “Let’s try one more time to see how well you take instructions. You’ll have to give me everything you’ve got, no holding back.” I agreed, so he told me to stand up. My heart pounded as I walked to my side of the desk and examined my body.
He reached under the bikini and touched my small breasts. I saw a bulge form in his pants and almost instinctively reached over to pull it out. He said “Taking the initiative, I like it.” So I got on my knees and started sucking. As much as I liked modelling, this was more so my strong suit. He sat on his desk and leaned back to enjoy to feeling of my throat gagging on his cock.
After a sloppy blowjob, he sat me down on the desk and fucked me missionary. Even though I wasn’t attracted to him at first, I soon got pretty aroused and even came once. He finished inside me and then asked “You’re on birth control right?” I said yes because that’s what he wanted to hear and I was going to take a Plan B anyway. So yeah, I got the job!!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ucc5pr/sleeping_with_the_casting_director_for_the_job_fm
You did what ya had too to get the job. You gave him a “job”, so stands to reason that you also got your job. It may even be your “go too” move going for other jobs, not necessarily modelling😉🙊😈