I moved over to straddle him and centred his rock hard dick at the entrance of my pussy.
"Open Audition. Girls 18 to 29 wanted for adult modelling. Experience welcomed but not necessary."
This was
what I read on an Instagram page that usually helps companies advertise for
things like models, ushers, actresses and so on.
A couple
of months ago, I decided it was time I made some money on my own. Sure I had a
good job, and Mr Lanre, my boss was kind to me by giving me little extras from
time to time, I still did not want to solely rely on that. Besides, considering
what had happened between myself and Maureen, Mr Lanre's wife, I was seriously
thinking about quitting my job and saying goodbye to them both. I realised that
if I did this, I did not want to have to work for another boss and probably
have to deal with the same drama.
After my
decision to go into modelling, I started an Instagram page where I posted
regular photos hoping to find a client. This seemed like it would take a while
so I started familiarizing with and following pages that can give me the right
updates in that wall. When I saw that casting call for a model, I was excited.
I sent my photos to the email provided and I got contacted the next day.
When I
got to the address that was given to me, I had to sit in the waiting room with
four other ladies. I have never been the type to be insecure but these ladies
definitely made me feel that way. They were so gorgeous and one of them even
seemed like an half-caste. I shifted nervously in my seat.
I was
the first to be called. I entered a small office and was surprised to see only
one man there. He was sitting on a lone plastic chair with legs crossed. There
were two other chairs in one corner and one table that contained a whole bunch
of papers in another. Other than that, the room was pretty empty.
"Do
you have any proof of identification?" He asked me as I walked in. I
nodded, showing him. He picked a folder from a pile sitting beside him and
looked through it.
"I
gather you are new to the industry," he said. I gave a nervous nod.
He was
quiet for a few seconds, perusing through the folder in his hands.
"Take
off your clothes," he said matter-of-factly when he finally looked up at
me.
I
hesitated then he said, "you do know I need to see your body? That's how
this works. I need to know you are truly right and that your figure is really
what it looks like in the photos."
That
made sense. I took off my clothes, leaving just my bra and panties. He licked
his lips and nodded. "Looks good."
"Can
I put them back on now?"
"Oh
no. You are not done impressing me."
He got
up and walked towards me. He ran his hands slowly down my cheek, neck, between
my breasts, my stomach and came to rest on my pussy. "Now you need to show
me how much you really want this gig."
I
sighed, knowing exactly what this was about. Well, I might as well fuck around
for something that mattered to me and can help me build a career.
He took
my hand and led me to one of the chairs. Before sitting, he pulled down my
panties so when I sat, my legs were spread and my pussy was open for him. He
bent down and began to eat my pussy. I felt myself get wetter and hornier as he
did. Damn, he was good. His mouth was hot and wet as he thrust his tongue as
deep as it could go into my pussy.
When he
was done, he pulled me from the chair, pulled down his trousers and sat down
himself. I moved over to straddle him and centred his rock hard dick at the
entrance of my pussy. I bent so he slid into me. I paused, savouring the feel
of his hard cock feeling so snug in my pussy walls. I started to move up
and down and his hips rose a little to meet mine. We fucked silently, but
breathing loudly. I picked up the pace when I felt his cock jerk and knew he
was close. I slammed downwards harder, causing him to thrust upward into me. He
reached up to grab both my breasts as my own orgasm escaped me just as he held
me down to shoot his load of cum in me.
Afterwards,
I got up to get dress and he did too.
"Do
I get the job?" I asked.
"Well
now, that is not how this works. There are four other ladies out there. Let's
see how those impress me."
I was
taken aback. Evidently, I was not the only one giving up my pussy for the job
that day. Modelling sure was a brutal industry.
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