AFTER HOURS · SCRIPT ON THE TABLE · EXT 640
Casting Couch She Made Him Earn
he thought the audition was over. it wasn’t.
Casting Couch · Sexy tranny · Shemale phone sex · Confession · No Limits · Rough Sex · Dominant · Cheating · Degradation · Cock Control · Edging
You showed up with the sides printed. I was already in the chair, legs crossed, emerald silk blouse half-unbuttoned, long almond teal nails on the armrest. Sexy tranny is the tag people use when they notice the fit of the pants. Shemale phone sex is the softer version. I’m thirty-five and I don’t soften it. Confession: I like the second where a guy realizes the audition isn’t just reading lines. No Limits on what I said while you stood there holding the paper.
This is a Casting Couch because I told you to put the script down and come closer. Rough Sex is what it turned into once I stood up. Dominant is the fact I didn’t ask if you were free after. Cheating is just the ring still on your finger. Degradation is the name I used when you hesitated. Cock Control started when I unzipped you and stroked you once through the fabric, then stopped. Edging is the next two minutes while I made you stand there and wait.
You were hard. I smiled. I told you the part required you to stay still. You nodded. I pushed you into the chair I had just left and climbed into your lap. Blouse still on. I ground against you until the fabric was wet, then I reached down and took you out. Full. Stay. You tried to thrust. I pinned you and made you take my pace. Long teal nails on your shoulders. I rode until I was close, then I lifted off and made you watch while I used my fingers. You cursed. I laughed, low, and I told you that was for me.
We moved. Chair to the low table because I wanted the height. You followed. I bent over the edge and told you to come in. You did. Harder once I pushed back. I came with my face against the wood and your hands on my hips. Casting Couch is the part where the script was still on the floor and you still finished inside me. I felt it. I didn’t tell you to pull out.
I stayed bent over for a second. Breathing. Then I turned and kissed you, messy, lipstick on your collar. You were still hard enough. I stroked you once, slow, and I told you we weren’t done. You looked at the table and the chair and the mess and you nodded. I made you sit on the edge of the table. I got on my knees. I took you in my mouth and I didn’t stop until you came again, this time on my tongue. I swallowed. I looked up. Long teal nails on your thighs.
Later we were still in the room. Blouse half off. You asked if you should go. I said not yet. I made you text your wife that the callback ran long. You did. I watched. Then I pulled you back down and I told you the night wasn’t over until I said it was.
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If you call tonight, don’t ask if the casting is still open. Come already hard and already guilty. Casting Couch with me starts when I tell you to put the script down. You can try to leave. You won’t.
The script is still on the floor. You’re still here. That’s a Casting Couch when it’s me. I decide when the audition ends.
script on the floor · 1:32am
Be good for me, honey. Or don’t. I like both.
— Andrea