I decided after awhile to get back into writing – and my last story wasn't super well received, so I'm gonna try something a little more "porn-y" and see if it does any better. And feel free to message me with questions or comments! ~Audrey
I was behind on rent. WAY behind. And I knew it was getting to the point where I needed to find another job.
But where? At only 18, it wasn't like I was super experienced in anything, and I could only work at the school if I lived in a dorm room. And stupid me wanted to prove what a grown-up I was and go live in my own place right out of high school.
The only jobs I could seem to find were modeling-oriented. My roommate suggested that I try nude modeling for an art class at the community college, but I exasperatedly explained to her that I was deathly afraid of being naked in front of strangers. Besides, I didn't think I was that attractive – just sort of an average girl: 5 foot 2, 115 pounds, plain brown hair and brown eyes. Nothing about my body screamed "model," but after two months and no new work, I knew I had to do something.
I found an ad on the internet that seemed pretty legitimate, something about modeling "back to school" fashion for a pretty low-level magazine. Nothing about it seemed creepy or off, and there was nothing about nudity. They even offered to fly me all the way to New York for free after I sent a few headshots, and for an 18-year old girl living in Carbondale, Illinois, it seemed like an incredible opportunity. Flattered, I took three days off of work and school and flew east.
Of course, I reached the city and was immediately overwhelmed. I didn't know anyone there, at all – and had no idea for the life of me how to get to my hostel. I briefly considered trying to go back, but of course I had no money. In desperation, I called the modeling agency, asking for my scheduled interviewer, Brian. After a nearly fumbled conversation, he reluctantly agreed to come pick me up.
It took nearly 45 minutes, but the yet-unseen Brian arrived in a rather nondescript gray sedan, and ushered me in. I was shy in the presence of a stranger, and clutched my big bag.
"Ashley, right?" he asked. He was a plain-looking guy, losing a little hair. I guessed he was about 35.
"Uh, yes." I said shyly. "We just talked."
"Oh, I know," he replied with a wave of his hand. "We just get a lot of girls. It's easy to forget."
This put me off a little, and made me feel a little discouraged. But he continued.
"I think I had you down for an interview tomorrow afternoon. Is that right?"
I nodded.
"Well," he said, quickly looking me over, "One girl we had scheduled for today…. cancelled. If you'd like, we can fit you in now, and you'd get back home in time for… school?"
I nodded, but said slowly, "…well, you asked me to bring something dressy, right? I can't go into an interview like this." I gestured towards my gray hoodie and brown skinny jeans.
"No worries. We can set you up with our makeup professional. Sound good?"
"Uh, sure." I said.
We rushed towards the interview place, which was a little underwhelming. In a city full of skyscrapers, I expected to be doing this in a huge, beautiful glass building – but instead I was quietly ushered into what looked like a three-story apartment building. I was led up three flights of stairs, into a sort of open-air room that took up the entire top story of the building. There was a desk and a couch, as well as a closed-off area that Brian walked me to.
"Janaya will fix you up, alright? Come on out when you're all set."
I nodded, and closed the curtain behind me to find a twenty-something white girl with perfectly straight blonde hair and a lot of jewlery smiling at me. "You must be Ashley," she said cheerfully. "I see you brought a change of clothes?"
"Yes," I responded plainly, and before long I was wearing a simple little black dress, my makeup hiding my still-receding acne and my plain brown hair done up in sort of a sexy bun. Starting to feel a little nervous about whether or not I would impress at my interview, I pulled back the makeup curtain.
When I peeked out, I saw Brian at the desk, the couch well-lit with some video and photo gear pointed at it. He smiled and gestured for me to come over.
Sitting down on the couch, I asked skeptically, "are you going to film this?" I was suddenly very self-conscious in my dress and heels.
"Of course," he said. "The interview is the most important part of this process, and my boss does trust me to do it right. But we spend a fair bit of money on our models, and have to be sure they're a perfect fit before we sign you on."
That seemed to make sense to me, and I nodded politely.
"Now," he said, "I have a few questions. Can I check your ID?"
I silently handed it to him, and brushed a strand of hair behind my head while he checked it over. He handed it back.
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
"No," I said.
"Anyone know you're here?"
"Just my roommate."
"Okay," he smiled. "Why the secrecy?"
"This is just like… a crazy thing, you know?" I smiled self- consciously.
"Of course. Let's see here…" he pulled out a sheet of paper and clipboard. "Ever done any modeling before?"
"Never."
"I see." He scribbled something down. "And what size bra do you wear?"
I of course thought it was a little odd that he didn't ask for the rest of my measurements, but I was so nervous it didn't really cause me any concern. "34B," I said shyly.
"Very good," he said, writing more notes down. "Would you mind standing up?"
I did as I was told.
"Excellent. Now I need you to do a quick spin around… no, not that quick. A little bit slower."
I did so – a little self-consciously.
"Excellent," he repeated. "Now, why are you interested in working with us, Ashley?"
"Well," I said, "I'm just really, really behind on money stuff… and this seems like a pretty cool opportunity. I smiled, a little forcefully. My palms were sweating.
"I see," he smiled back. "Well, here at International Models, you can expect to make anywhere from four to six thousand dollars a shoot. Does that sound good to you?"
I beamed and nodded eagerly.
"I just have a few more items for you. First, take off that dress."
My heart sank. "Wh-what?" I asked.
"You heard me, Ashley. We received your headshots, and they were, well, excellent. You have nothing to worry about there. But we still need to get a good look at your body. You'd be surprised at what some girls hide under their clothes. And you have nothing to hide, right?"
I shook my head silently. He waved his hand up and down at my body, and sat back in his chair, waiting. I hesitated for a moment.
"Remember, Ashley. Six thousand dollars."
I nodded, hesitated for another moment… and then, shaking a little, pulled my dress over my head. After just a few moments, I was standing there, wearing only plain blue panties and a beige bra. I folded my arms.
"Put your arms down," he scolded. "Now turn around, face the wall."
And that's when I knew where this was going. I had to run, and yet – I couldn't leave now. I would never make it back home. I turned around, and waited for my next command.
"Good. Perfect. Now place your hands against the wall – that's right – and stick your rear out just a little bit."
Trembling, I did so.
"Perfect. You're doing great. I just have one more question…."
He trailed off. I waited for what felt like eternity, my ass hanging out vulnerably. Finally, I asked, "what? What is it?"
Still nothing. "What?" I asked again, almost begging. And then I heart Brian get up from his chair and slowly walk over.
"Yeah, just one more thing," he repeated. "Are you a slut?"
And when I turned my head, I saw the biggest, hairiest cock I could ever imagine, dangling in front of my terrified face.
There's a lot of ways this could go – if you have any questions or suggestions, let me know! I'll start working on part 2 soon!
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/3jpbdc/ashleys_casting_chapter_1_fm_interview
Very hot, please continue.
Sounds promising :)! A mini-series would be great, with her doing her first few shoots!
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