I want this part so bad I can taste it!
I’ve been pounding the pavement for months, applying for every little role that comes up. I feel like I’ve been in front of 50 different casting agencies, all of whom seem to think I don’t have the talent necessary. I’m beginning to think I might never make it!
A friend of mine called me and told me of a guy she knows who casts for very unusual roles. She told me if I’m willing to do anything, I just might get the part. She even suggested I use my feminine wiles on him.
At this point I figure I have nothing to lose. So I might as well go all out. I’ll fuck the bastard if that’s what it takes to get my big break.
Dorothy gives me the address with an appointment she was able to schedule for me. So I show up fifteen minutes early. A secretary in a shimmery black dress smiles at me from her desk.
She tells me the director likes a woman who cares enough about a part to arrive early. I tell her it’s because I’m willing to do anything to break into the business… and I do mean anything. She smiles knowingly at me and then tells me to have a seat.
The guy is running a little late. But I can’t remember a single one who was ever on time. I think it’s standard operating procedure to be late just to let the actors and actresses know who’s in charge.
This one’s not late by very much. I’m ushered into his office a mere ten minutes beyond my scheduled appointment. That’s not so bad.
He’s a nice looking man in a very sharp, navy blue business suit. He motions for me to take a seat. Then he gets right down to it.
He tells me he has a very special part he needs somebody to play. It’s a very unique part that requires someone special. By now I’m desperate enough to try anything, and I tell him I’m open to anything he has for me.
There’s a door open to the next room, allowing me to get a peek inside. It’s a room I think may be used for impromptu casting auditions. I see a bench with a mattress in there, giving me very obvious ideas.
I smile at the casting director while listening to a speech he’s giving me. It’s the same dumb, boring one they all give out. It’s about how hard it is to make it in this business, and how so few women stand out in an industry where hundreds of thousands simply have no talent.
I can’t help squirming uncomfortably. My mind starts to go down dark trails. I’m beginning to wonder if he’s giving me this same spiel because he’s about to tell me he’s reconsidered and that I don’t fit the role after all.
His secretary’s voice interrupts from the phone on his desk. He has an important call. He apologizes and excuses himself as he leaves the room to take it somewhere else.
In a flash, I make a rather bold move. I go into the other room where I strip until I’m nude. Then I recline seductively on the mattress. I’ve decided to make it my personal “casting couch”, figuring this is probably my last, best chance to get a role in the movie industry.
When he finally returns, he can’t find me. I hear him call out, “Miss? Miss; where did you go?”
“I’m in here!” I call out. Then I stretch out on my side, showing him my best assets while giving him a sultry smile.
He walks in, appearing stunned at my brazenness. His expression instantly softens. It’s as though his persona as casting director has now been shed like some costume he wears.
I give him a “come hither” look, wriggling a finger at him. When he gets close enough I reach out and unbuckle his pants. They fall to the floor.
I pull down his drawers and take out his hardening cock. I immediately proceed to suck him deep down my throat. I’m determined to throw myself into this, hoping to get the part.
I find myself wet as hell as I work over his erection. I’m also desperate beyond measure. I simply won’t let this chance at a role pass me by, not if I can help it.
I’m determined to do anything it takes. So I hungrily gulp him down until he’s filling my throat. He seems more than a little appreciative with my efforts.
Gawd, what a cock! It’s glorious beyond belief. I give it my utmost attention.
It swells in my mouth. I pull it out fast to take his first glob smack in my eyes. I want him to see I’ll do anything it takes, no matter how humiliating it may be.
Within moments his cum is dripping off my cheeks. I go right back to sucking his sock. I want to make it nice and clean and to keep him hard.
I help him out of his shirt before pulling him down on top of me. I kiss him deeply as I feel his cock enter me. I get a thrill like you wouldn’t believe. Maybe I should have been doing this a long time ago in order to get some part.
For the next couple of hours we fuck like rabbits. I’m astonished how well he’s able to come back so soon after cumming. He pumps me good and hard while I’m on my back.
I feel a second explosion of cream in my pussy, and I moan like a bitch in heat. It feels so incredible, and I’m so fucking wet! But I don’t give a damn, not if it earns me that role he was talking about.
When he starts to soften, I wrap my lips around him again until he hardens right back up. Then it’s his turn on his back as I climb on top and ride him like a stallion. He reaches up to grope my tits, squeezing and massaging them. It feels so fucking good that I can hardly believe I’m doing this!
There’s one last thing I give to him to show him my dedication to the part. I never once hesitate. So I kneel against the bench as he takes me from behind.
I guide him against my puckered anus, helping him push right in. I wince as it hurts a little. But I’m going to do whatever it takes, even if it means giving him a little back door action.
He rams me hard and deep until I cry out. But I want him to know I’m enjoying it. So I beg him to fuck me even harder. I’m finally rewarded with a sexual grunt as he goes off in my ass, depositing yet another load of his spunk.
He slowly pulls out. I degrade myself one final time by taking his cock into my mouth. I suck him clean despite the distinct taste of ass clinging to his shaft.
I can see by his expression that he’s impressed with my dedication. Hope swells within me as he smiles. I think I just might have the part!
He tells me he does have a role for me. But he wants to know how well I can portray my emotions. Then he asks if I can be nude on camera.
I smile as I tell him, “If I can be nude for you right here and now, I can certainly be nude for anybody.” After all, nude scenes can lead to much bigger roles; am I right?
He tells me, “I want to bring a camera in here, if that’s ok. I want you to do an impromptu screen test. Are you up for it?”
I tell him I’m up for anything. He smiles as he tells me, “I’ll be right back.” He quickly puts his clothes back on before he leaves.
A couple minutes later the secretary in her short, shimmering black dress walks in holding a video camera. It’s not very big or bulky. She certainly handles it like she’s been around it many times before.
She starts by taking a few shots of me on the mattress. I follow her lead as she gestures me into different positions. She snaps me in pose after pose.
She finally positions herself by the door. She tells me to act natural when the director returns. I’m to ignore her presence and to pay no attention to the camera in her hand.
A moment later he walks in. I gasp in surprise. He’s wearing one of those black monk’s robes you see in those old movies.
He hefts a noose in his hand, showing it to me as though it is meant for me. I let out a squawk of alarm. The secretary records my response with a nod, telling me, “That’s the reaction we want!”
My mind immediately springs into action. I start imagining all sorts of possibilities. What is the part I’m casting for?
Is it going to be a Western? Am I to be the whore who gets hung? Will I be some cattle rustler?
Maybe it’s a prison picture. Am I one of the condemned females who must take the long walk to the gallows? I hope I’m portraying the right amount of concern.
I gasp in alarm at I stare up at it. It’s easy to react to the sight of a noose. It was quite a shock the way he walked in all dressed up like that while holding a nylon noose.
“She’s got a good sense of the dramatic,” the secretary observes while holding the camera. “Good facial expressions… and she responds naturally. If you’re ready, we can proceed to the next phase of her audition.”
“It’s up to you, miss,” the director says, looking at me expectantly.
“I’m in!” I reply enthusiastically.
Seeing the noose has made me fearful, while at the same time strangely wet. I just hope I’m not projecting a sense of the erotic. That might not be what he wants to see from my reaction. Or maybe it is?
I’m a little relieved when he drops the noose and removes his robe. Then we all pass through another door into another room. That’s when I see another noose hanging from the ceiling.
I gasp in surprise. Another camera operator – this one a male – is already pointing his equipment right at me. I assume it’s to record my initial reaction.
He’s shirtless, and a rather handsome looking fellow. But it’s the noose in the middle of the room with the stool directly underneath that captures my gaze. There’s no Western backdrop, nor is there anything showing any kind of prison bars.
How am I supposed to react? Am I adequately projecting the emotions they want from me? Is this a continuation of my audition?
I hesitate as the breath catches in my throat. It occurs to me I’m naked in front of three people. I try to ignore my discomfort as I continue to focus on the noose hanging from the ceiling.
“Good – good,” the male camera operator murmurs. “Look right at it. I want to capture the look on your face.”
It’s easy for me to portray this part, because it’s a natural response. This wasn’t at all what I was expecting. Maybe I’ll be asked to pretend I’m in some Western setting… or in a prison execution chamber.
He stops recording me. Then he and the secretary proceed to attach their video equipment to tripods already positioned in the room. The director says nothing.
When they’re finished, they both step out of the room. The director walks to one of the cameras. I see him fiddle with the settings.
“Just act natural,” he tells me, turning the camera right at me. But what’s natural? I assume it involves fear and anxiety.
At that moment the other two return. Once more I gasp in alarm. Both are wearing black hoods, holes cut into their eyes.
Are they to serve as my executioners? What the hell kind of picture is this? I look to the director for guidance.
“Just go with it,” he tells me. That’s when his cameraman now in a hood approaches me with a ziptie. He uses it to bind my arms behind my back.
“Ow!” I stiffen as I squirm. The director smiles at me. Was that the right reaction?
I don’t know what to say. Gawd, this is so realistic! I turn toward the director but he’s still filming.
He motions at me with his hand to just go with it. The hooded cameraman and the secretary guide me over to the stool directly below the dangling coil. The director keeps the camera on me the entire time.
The stool looks rather small. Do they really want me to stand on that little thing? I look at the director, but he impatiently waves for me to keep going… keep acting.
I can’t help staring at the noose they grasp my arms. It doesn’t look like one of those hemp Western nooses. I find myself questioning the type of role I’m auditioning for.
How big of a part will I be playing? Will I have any lines? Is it really going to involve a real noose?
I tremble like mad as they help me up. It’s an incredibly small stool. The two of them silently brace me up by my arms to keep me steady.
My wrists are tied behind me. I can hardly steady myself. This is some audition!
I’m becoming frightened. At the same time, my pussy is wet and getting wetter by the minute. Then I feel something slithering down the inside of my thighs.
I wince in shame. I’d totally forgotten about his cum now dripping out of my two holes. My nipples are so hard they feel like they might pop off at any moment.
“That’s it – that’s it; just act naturally.” The director zeros the camera in on my trembling body as they help me step up.
Act naturally?? He has no idea how easy it is for me to act naturally! This is so damned realistic that I’ve become frightened out of my wits!
I’m more than a little alarmed here. Then I’m reminded that I’m trying out for a role. I struggle to compose myself while at the same time continuing to act scared.
Is this is the audition for the part I’m supposed to play? I suppose this is one way to find out if I can even handle the part. Besides, I’m willing to do whatever it takes.
They finally get me up onto the stool. I almost lose my balance and fall over backward. They have to work to help me stay upright.
I look right at the director and his camera. There’s growing horror on my face. Am I portraying what he wants to see? Damn; this is nerve-wracking!
I’m torn between hoping I’m portraying the right emotions versus wishing they would take me back down. Then the noose brushes against my breasts. I whimper as I shiver with fright while the cameraman and secretary in their hoods hold me upright.
“Now the noose,” the casting director instructs with a wave of his hand.
The cameraman calmly takes the coil. He carefully drapes it around my neck. The secretary continues to steady me.
I cannot help shivering with dread. By now my reactions are all-too-natural. I inhale sharply as the nylon settles around my vulnerable throat.
Gawd, this is all so damned real! How much further before he decides I’m getting the part? How long must this go on??
I’m embarrassed because I’m so fucking wet down below. His cum trickles out of my holes and slithers down my legs, which only humiliates me even further. This part better be damn well worth it!
I try to act fearful while accepting this is still an audition. I don’t want to do something stupid that might spoil the shot! This will be over any second now; right?
The cameraman in the hood snugs the noose securely around my neck. He really cinched it down good and tight. Then the secretary takes all the slack out of the rope.
I watch as she walks the end over and ties it off to a cleat on the wall Uh, wait a minute! What if I slip off the stool??
I’m left naked and shivering with fright. I can feel my legs threatening to go all rubbery on me. When the hell is this audition supposed to end??
“Well done,” the director says with a nod at his hooded underlings. Then he steps away from the camera. The cameraman and the secretary take up places behind both sets of video gear.
They both tend meticulously to their equipment. I thought he had every shot he wanted! Are they going to take a few more pictures and video?
The director smiles appreciatively at me and nods. “Good – good. I think you just might get the part! Now let me see some fear, miss.”
I relax when he slips back into directing me… but only a little. The little stool makes it hard to keep my balance. The noose around my neck and ziptie around my wrists clearly have me at a disadvantage.
By now I’m all but frightened out of my wits. I don’t really have to act all that much. I’m damn near terrified!
What if I lose my balance? I saw her tie off the noose! If they’re not careful here, I could end up hanging for real!!
I don’t think my nipples have ever been so hard. And I can’t stop my pink and swollen pussy from leaking my fearful arousal. It mixes with the director’s cum as it slithers down my legs.
I take a deep breath to try composing myself. Then I look right at the director. I stammer as I ask him, “I’m not going to f-fall, am I?”
He smiles as he tells me, “No, miss. You’re not going to fall.” Then he steps forward.
To my utter horror, he kicks the damned stool right out from under me. It goes skittering across the floor, banging up against the wall. The director didn’t give me the chance to fall; he did it himself!
The noose catches my weight, leaving me less than a foot off the floor. My feet flutter for an object that’s no longer below me. Then my legs begin to scissor.
The noose has cinched up tighter. I can barely pull a breath of air into my lungs. I have absolutely no control over my legs as they go flying every which way.
I look at the director in horror. He smiles as he tells me the audition won’t last much longer. Why doesn’t he take me down now; it hurts so fucking bad!
I’m really hanging; the noose is actually supporting my weight. I can’t believe they’re doing this to me! A moment later I’m shocked as the director drops his trousers and drawers.
He pulls his cock out and starts to masturbate. I look at the cameraman and secretary, pleading with my eyes. They’re too busy capturing my suffering on film.
The only sounds I hear are my gasps and gurgles along with the creaking of the rope as I twist and swing. My legs continue to fly around. I pedal furiously in the hopes something solid will return beneath my feet.
Exhaustion sets in. I hang tired and limp. My toes wriggle in vain for the floor directly beneath me.
“Take her down!” the director orders. Inwardly I’m relieved. But I’m barely conscious! Will they even get to me in time??
His underlings rush over to the cleat and untie my rope. I drop until my feet hit the floor. I stumble around on wobbly legs.
His cameraman holds the end of my rope. His secretary comes over and grabs me, helping to hold me upright. Somehow she manages to loosen the noose around my neck. It’s enough to allow me to wheeze for breath.
“Not enough footage,” he tells them calmly as though totally unconcerned for my welfare. “We need more. Do it again.”
I gasp in horror, my eyes flying open in shock. The cameraman releases the rope and fetches the stool. He centers it directly in front of me.
He and the secretary help me back up onto it. By now I’m trembling like crazy. My mind screams in horror as I stare at the director in shock.
I watch him move behind a camera where he focuses it upon me again. He tells me, “More expression, miss.” But I’m not sure how I can make myself any more terrified
The cameraman tightens the noose as the secretary steadies me. “Feel her up!” the director orders. That’s when the bitch begins to run her hands all over me.
She squeezes my tits and pats my ass. Then she reaches down between my legs. I writhe and moan as she rubs my dripping pussy until I’m humiliated beyond belief.
“Positions!” the director orders. His secretary immediately goes and ties off the rope. Then he comes out from behind the equipment as his underlings take up their places behind their cameras.
He looks at me without emotion as I stand there quivering upon the stool. Then his eyes flash with what I can only describe as murderous lust. He’s still naked, his cock hard.
“Again!” he demands. Then he steps forward. Once more he kicks the stool out from underneath me.
My cry of terror is cut off in a heartbeat. I drop and hit the end of the rope. I gawk as the noose jerks me to a halt.
I start rasping and gurgling as my feet flutter for solid footing somewhere beneath me. But there is none to be found. That’s when my legs begin to kick from my panic.
I’ve experienced this once before. But the second time seems much worse. I know what’s coming, yet I’m powerless to prevent it.
It isn’t long before my naked body starts swinging wildly. I twist in the noose, fighting for my life. Once more the director grabs his cock, stroking it as though he’s wildly turned on.
This time I hear a sound of satisfaction from the man behind the camera. I even hear the secretary moan. Is she enjoying my suffering as well??
My vision diminishes as I kick and sway. I’m dimly aware of cumming so very hard. It’s a powerful orgasm that sweeps through my quivering body.
I choke and gurgle as the noose strangles me. Exhaustion sets in again. Once more I end up softly swinging back and forth.
“Down!” the director demands. “It’s not quite enough; we need more footage!”
His two lackeys spring forward to release me before the noose can finish its deadly work. Once more I’m left standing on the floor upon wobbly legs as I gasp for breath. And once more the stool is returned.
I’m helped back up onto it. By now I’m not sure what I’m auditioning for. Am I trying out for the part of this bastard’s personal snuff toy?
He’d better pay me well for this private footage he’s getting. Otherwise, I’m going to sue the pants off him. That’s when it suddenly occurs to me…
What if this IS the part? What if he’s getting as much footage of my hanging as possible? What if he has no intentions of allowing me to survive??
The director smiles as he tells me, “We’re getting great footage, miss!” By now my chest is heaving. I find myself hyperventilating like crazy.
Little droplets of perspiration have broken out all over my body. That’s when I finally find my voice. I’m able to stammer, “W-when are you going to let me d-down?”
“Right now, miss,” he tells me with a sadistic look.
He steps forward and kicks the stool out from underneath me again. The noose catches me as I drop. My feet search for solid footing that has once more been removed.
The third time’s the charm. My body has now figured out what is required of it. I dance and kick like a ballerina, twisting and swinging as I gawk and gurgle.
Perspiration flicks off my naked body. I fight like hell as I search for the stool which is no longer beneath me. My arms jerk frantically behind my back. But the ziptie remains painfully secure.
My pussy feels wetter than it has ever felt in my life. My muscles squeeze and clench as though I have a cock deep inside me. My womanhood is pink and winking at them all.
I’m helpless to in the noose as my genitals put on quite a display. It’s out of my hands, and it’s utterly humiliating. All I succeed in doing is squeezing more of the casting director’s cum out of my recently fucked holes.
My face is red, my eyes wanting to explode out of my skull. My chest heaves from lack of air. My tits bounce, my nipples painfully erect.
I come to the conclusion that strangling is the most horrible thing that can ever happen to a woman. Right then and there, I decide I no longer want the part. He can give it to someone else. I just want down so I can go home.
“Excellent!” the director murmurs as he continues to stroke himself. The two behind the cameras don’t even bother to hide their enthusiasm for my suffering. I can detect murmurs and gasps of sexual excitement.
I struggle for breath, fighting to pull just a sliver of air into my lungs. It really hurts like hell! I can’t believe they’re doing this to me!
I suddenly feel my bladder give way. I hear the pitter-patter of my piss as it dribbles down my legs and splatters onto the floor. It’s humiliating beyond belief.
The director’s cock suddenly goes off. He’s standing so close that his cum arcs forward until it splatters my legs. “That’s the shot I’m looking for!” he declares.
I become exhausted until I can no longer fight the noose anymore. I softly swing back and forth, my naked body twisting this way and that. My tongue protrudes out of my mouth as I start to drool.
My vision diminishes. Then I realize I can’t feel my legs anymore. Ohmygawd!
My arms are becoming numb. That’s when I really start to panic. My vision suddenly fails me.
I feel hands upon my quivering naked body. They caress my tits as I hear the voice of the director. He’s standing right next to me, feeling me up.
“You were good, miss,” he tells me softly as he caresses my body. “You were really good! I think you even enjoyed yourself! That’s what I was looking for during your audition: your enthusiasm for the role!”
I want to tell him I don’t want it anymore. But I cannot get any air past my larynx. I can’t even see him!
I feel his fingers probing my slit. I shudder from one last little orgasm. Then I hear his fading voice for the very last time…
“I think that’s a wrap. That should be her last cum. Keep the camera’s rolling. I want to film her body long after she’s gone. Besides, I want to see how long her neck stretches. And if her bowels should give way? It would be a nice touch to record that too.”
I hear a long scream of terror. But it’s only in my mind. Then consciousness starts to fade away.
Apparently I got the part. But it was not a role I wanted, nor did I ever expect to play. My last thought involves wondering what Dorothy was thinking when she got me this audition.
I fade away into merciful oblivion before I can fully consider the possibility she may have been in on the whole damn thing…
2013; 2021 (written May 14 ’13; ed. Mar 26 ‘21 by riwa)