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Acting Nervous pt.1
🕑 Added 2020-10-01 07:28:22 +0000 UTCOli wandered into the well sized office and sat down nervously. His eyes stared at everything in the room except the imposing busty figure sat in front of him. The minimalist style; the black and white colours; the perfectly placed marble figure of a voluptuous naked woman near the window. They didn’t calm his nerves. Casting agents like this don’t come along every day for young actors like him.
"So, Oliver, yes?" Said the woman, casting her eyes through her thin spectacles, Her perfectly lined black suit somehow holding in her assets whilst accentuating the rest of her mature body beautifully. Her luscious lips, striking cheekbones and intense gaze distracted Oli immensely.
"Erm, yes.. yeah.. my friends just call me Oli" he replied in a plain English accent, feeling smaller than usual. "Nice to meet you Mrs Hudson"
"Miss" said Linda Hudson quickly, correcting him. She paused and looked him up and down slowly. Oli couldn't help feeling a shiver spread through his body as her sharp eyes studied him.
"Hmmm.... says here Oliver that you want to be join our agency as a leading man.... Heroic roles, warriors, love interests.... is that correct?" She raised an eyebrow, and corrected a single brown hair that had made the grievous error of slipping out of place.
"Well um, yeah.... I played them a lot."
She glanced at his CV, plump lips pressed together. He couldn’t help noticing how soft and radiant her pale skin looked.
"It seems that all those roles were when you were younger." She said, her gaze coming to meet his. Oli's face turned red. He had barely grown since the age of 14 and watched his lead roles gradually change hands to the better developed boys as his body steadfastly refused to grow above 5 foot.
He tried to nudge himself higher in the chair so he wasn't looking up at her, and barely succeeded in reaching eye level with her chin.
"I'm 19 and still growing... a late bloomer" he said, more in hope than confidence.
"Yes," she said softly. "I can see that."
Her voice had taken on a somewhat shaky quality and Oli couldn't help but notice she was staring at him like a lion stares at a gazelle.
"So, uh.... I could demonstrate some roles if you like?" he said hopefully. Truth be told he had not had many meetings at all with proper casting agents, and he was desperate to find any way of breaking into the film industry. This could be his one big shot.
Miss Hudson looked at him carefully.
"Hmmm.... well as you're so keen," she said in a sultry tone. To Oli's surprise she pushed her chair back and walked round her desk, stopping right in front of him. Suddenly her whole body was in his space, his eyes roving over her pencil skirt moulded to her round ass and whilst she had a certain amount of fat in her arms and legs, it only added to her sexy MILF-like demeanour.
"If you want to be an actor, I'm afraid we may have to make you more of a side role, a source of comfort, a young twi.... um.... softer male." She said gently.
"Oh really? I guess...." he said, trying to contain his disappointment.
"Look I think it would be PERFECT for you, many people would die for your body Oliver." She said in a motherly tone. And if you want to make it in this industry, my first piece of advice would be... Play to your strengths." She looked down at him with a soft smile on her face. Oli remained slumped in his seat.
"Look, if you want to show me what you can do, then let's do it. If not.... there's the door."
She gestured to the door, and to him what could only be a life of failure.
Determination spread across his gentle features and he nodded, ready to meet her challenge.
"Excellent," she beamed. "Now, for this first role.... I want you to console me. I am a grieving woman who thinks no-one loves me, and you are the boy-next-door that loves her and would do anything to make her see that she's beautiful. You would crawl on your hands and knees for me, yes?" She stated in a business-like fashion.
Oliver's eyes widened at the suddenness of it, and his brain tried to come to terms with the importance of the coming moments. This could be his big break.
"Yes Miss Hudson," he said with a small nod.
"Good boy" She said softly. "Let's continue using our real names to make this easier." She said. As she did so she activated the automatic blinds and lights to create a much a more intimate setting within seconds. Oliver was instantly more aware of their proximity.
Linda began their scene.
"Nobody truly loves me Oliver.... No-one at all." She said softly. She was a passable actor, but it never really happened for her in Hollywood, however she had a damn good eye for finding the right person for the part.
Oliver was slow to respond and took a few seconds to get into character. "Uh, Erm.... Hey.... Babe...." He cringed at his language. "Ahh...... I love you."
Linda tutted. Garbage. That was what she was seeing. She had know as soon as he had walked in the room. This just confirmed it. Nonetheless, she wasn't willing to let the scene die just for the sake of his career. There was much more fun to be had.
"Oliver, do you want to make deep passionate love with me or not?" She said sternly.
Oliver stopped, confused as to whether she was still in character. "Erm... Yes, yes of course!"
Linda shook her head.
"I guess you don't really love me."
Oliver panicked and shook his head as he realised he was blowing it. He immediately fell to his knees in front of her and grabbed her hand, holding it to his chest.
"Please my love, I need you, you must see this!"
Linda almost burst out laughing at his pathetic attempt, but managed to maintain her composure. It still didn't ruin her attraction to him, in fact it was kind of cute watching him murder the art of acting and writing in one solid swing (whilst on his knees in front of her.)
"Shhhhhhh." said Linda softly, bringing her other hand to his face and softly cupping it. "Calm down.... show me how much you love me."
Her eyes bore into his, and she knew his knees were getting weak. He moaned softly as she began brushing her thumb back and forth across his lips.
"Show me how much you want this." She said, almost whispering.
Oliver's breathing was becoming erratic. He was finding it hard to speak when she kept sliding her thumb over his lips, but he was definitely feeling more and more in character... He needed her. He was desperate to get this part.... and he was desperate to get close to this gorgeous woman. This was what chemistry between actors must be like, he thought hazily.
Linda circled his lips, and then slowly began to push her thumb into his mouth. Oliver felt surprised at this invasion, but Linda relaxed him.
"Shhh.... just give in to the emotions. Let your instinct drive the moment.... "
He began to suck on her thumb and began to moan as she took a firm hold on his face and pulled him to the front of her skirt.
"Remember Oliver... You want to please me, you want to serve me… show it darling."
Oliver was panting as he began sucking her thumb like cock, bobbing on it as he looked up at her. He didn't know what he was doing, but he was totally consumed by it. He'd do anything for this chance... and this woman.
Linda let out a long hum and gently began to slap Oliver softly across the face with her free hand.
"Say you'll suck my cock slut."
Oliver gasped but under his trousers his 3 inch dick throbbed at full mast and leaked a small amount of pre-cum.
"Say it bitch, say you're.. my... cock slut." She said, slapping him lightly again and again, shoving her fingers into his mouth and pushing her leg into his crotch.
Oliver's brain had lost all focus under the stinging blows of her palm, and let himself sink further into the sensations of her body, beginning to hump Linda's leg as she goaded him.
"Ighgh ghouu coughghh slghgh", he tried to say, as her fingers exploring his mouth, his tongue, his cheeks.
"Yes slut, hump my leg," She proclaimed triumphantly as he shamelessly ground his hips onto her, placing his hand onto her calf so he could pull himself in.
Linda was grinning from ear to ear, rocking her shin gently against his cock in time with his thrusts so he could really feel it.
Suddenly the intercom buzzer went off and Linda almost screamed in frustration. She punched the button.
"WHAT?" She bellowed, looking at the intercom in disgust before grabbing Oli's hair as he began to move away in surprise, pulling him up and shoving his face into her cleavage.
Oli almost immediately relaxed as he came into contact with her huge globes and began to breath them in, bringing his hands up to fondle her.
"Hey Boss, you have a meeting with Stan in 1 minute," said the voice on the intercom.
Linda ground her teeth as Oli whimpered with joy in her hot mounds, kissing her flesh and kneading her tits with his hands.
She begrudgingly answered "FINE," and punched the intercom so hard something inside cracked.
Softening as Oli tried to ignore her anger, she grabbed a sizeable lump of his hair and slowly pulled his face away from her tits, his body still embraced in hers.
He looked up at her dazed.
"Is.... is everything okay?" he said in a slightly intoxicated manner.
"well Oliver unfortunately something has come up.... But we will need to resume this within the week, or you will have to look elsewhere for an agency."
"For a what?" Said Oliver. Suddenly he remembered. "OH, yeah, the agency.... yeah..... I'd really love to audition for the role...." He trailed off pathetically.
Linda tried not to give him a Cheshire Cat grin as she led him to the door with her arm round his shoulder. The seeds had been more than sown.
"Erm, thanks Miss Hudson," he said awkwardly and turned to leave.
"Oliver."
She grabbed his arm as he was walking out.
"I want you to look at submissive lovers tonight Oliver. How they think. How they feel. That will be your acting homework for our meeting next week. Don't let me down." She said sternly.
Oliver nodded like a puppy.
"Next week, yeah, sure thing.”
Anything for Miss Hudson.
