This fantasy is not based on any real persons and everyone is over 18yrs of age.
Read Chapter 1 for background of this story.
Kelly Brown's Audition Ch 2
Kelly looked at me, she was breathing heavily. She had finished her beer. I offered her mine. She looked at my beer and drained the glass. She placed the glass on the floor and nearly fell over when reaching down. She straightened slowly, letting me have a good view of her breasts hanging loose within her top. She looked up at me and smiled when she caught me ogling her tits. Where else could a man cast his eyes?
"Would you like another drink? I'll have another with you if you like," I offered and then wished I hadn't. I did not want her too drunk to do her scene.
She looked at me, "Sure, why not. Thanks."
I went to the bar as fast as I could, thinking of how I should play this. I collected a couple of beers and hurried back to her. I handed Kelly a beer and took a gulp out of mine to wet my dry mouth. I needed to steady my thoughts. Not think with my dick.
"Did you feel threatened in that tunnel? Did you fear you would be harmed physically?" I enquired.
"Oh no, they were just a bunch of horny young guys," Kelly looked down at her feet, "I think I felt guilty I did not resist them. My guilty pleasure. A woman does not like to feel dirty, or maybe I liked it dirty. There is good dirty and bad dirty right?" she said with a glance at me and took a good swig of her beer.
"Yes. I think it depends on the emotional and physical situation at the time. I have had women fondle me. They do it by brushing their breasts or crotch against me as they walk by. The other way they do it is come up behind me and press their breasts against my arm. Fortunately, they are almost always attractive women. I treat it as flirtation. A couple of them were married and a couple were plain old hags. The good looking ones were good dirty and the ugly ones were bad dirty," I said with a laugh.
"Sometimes I think back on that experience, when I masturbate. I'm embarrassed to admit. It does get my adrenalin going," Kelly said, her face flushing, "I must be drunk to say that."
"Maybe that was good dirty. The role I am offering you does have a good dirty scene, in a dark cave. I think it is a scene which will make your film career. A role horny guys will buy the DVD for." I said with a laugh.
"Ooo...DVD sales. Will I get a residual?" Kelly asked, her face lighting up.
"You will need to get the role before we can discuss remuneration," I answered with a smile.
"For a percentage I'll do nude sex scenes. No body double," Kelly said with a wicked look.
"As a beautiful, sexually active, warrior woman, there will be lot of characters wanting you. Maybe it might be worth giving you a residual," I said with a fake furrowed brow.
Kelly was leaning casually against the paper mache cave entrance. She was no longer a lithe young glamour model. She had a heavy figure, with all the curves of a MILF. She looked at me and pursed her lips. Her eyes said she could chew me up and spit me out.
"Come on. Finish your drink. Let's do this," Kelly slurred.
"You will not have a lot of lines in this movie. You will have to let your body do the acting. In this scene there are no lines. There are savages, so you will need to physically respond as if they are there."
I struggled but managed to drain my glass of beer.
"Physically respond. You mean act like I enjoy being fondled. I can do that. I've been fondled and groped most of my life."
Kelly drained her glass of beer, "I can do this," she said and took a deep breath. She walked slowly into the cave set.
The air was heavy with the smell of her perfume. It was not dark. There was a lot of light coming in from the function. The ceiling was open and only closed in some spots. I became aware of how much taller than me she was in her heels. As we went into the cave she seemed to grow larger, or I became smaller. I felt like a little boy being led into a dark cave by an Amazon. She led me, swinging her hips. The alcohol had made her feel very confident. It gave her a swagger and a little stagger.
Kelly stopped, turned around and looked at me, "I don't think I am properly dressed for this scene. I don't want to get my clothes dirty. Maybe we should do this another day," she said wrinkling her nose.
I could sense she was getting nervous about this whole thing. I smiled at her, "You are looking beautiful. We can always do this another day, but I think you are ready for this scene right now."
"I think I've had too much to drink," Kelly said with a sigh.
"Actually, I think the drink has put you perfectly in character," I said as I held her arm reassuringly.
"It is a short scene, so you won't need to do much cavorting on the set. We can just do the minimum. You will need to take your shoes off. The character will be in sandals."
With her eyes on me, Kelly stepped out of her shoes.
"You are a medieval warrior. You are on your own. You are being chased by a bandit through a network of caves. You have lost your weapons in battle and had to discard most of your armor to outrun a group of bandits. You have escaped all but one of these filthy lowlifes. He has caught up with you. He has grabbed your padded doublet and is trying to drag you to a stop," I grabbed a handful of Kelly's top.
"Hey! Be careful you don't tear my dress," Kelly said, alarmed.
"Let me show you," Kelly took my right hand, turned her back towards me. She held my hand against her right breast. She then pushed her buttocks against my crotch. She grimaced as if she was trying to get out of my grasp, but she held my hand over the top of her dress, so that it strategically pulled her top down causing a massive tit popped out.
I knew how she was playing the scene. It was the victim striptease. I played along. I reached around and grabbed her other tit with my left hand. I pulled her hard against my body. Resulting in the left side of her top being dragged down, now both of her breasts bounced out.
I wondered where she was going with this. My cock was twitching, I needed to keep it under control.
She broke free and reset her shoulder straps to cover her breasts. She ran about 5 metres to the back of the cave, then turned and splayed herself against the wall, looking scared.
"That's great!" I encouraged her. "The bandit corners you and pins you against the wall. There is no escape. You need to get your hands on his dagger. You let him get close and personal."
Kelly stood on her tiptoes with her back against the wall. Her legs spread, her hands splayed out to the sides. She looked ridiculous, like one of those fantasy horror posters you see on subways.
