The Audition

 
Sir Stephen noticed that jacqueline was becoming restless modeling only a few times a week. He told her one morning that he had arranged an audition and gave her the address without saying anymore.

 
A few hours later, jacqueline arrived at the theatre, and entered full of curiosity. It had been months since she had acted, and she wondered if she would even perform credibly for the audition. She walked to the reception area and showed her portfolio to the casting assistant.

 
The assistant was an older man, who gave her an intense look, his gaze directed at her large breasts. He finally glanced down at her book, then laughed out loud. "If you had plastic surgery, dearie, you ought to update. I doubt you will find any more ingenue roles."

 
jacqueline blushed, she had become so used to her new form, she had  forgotten the old shots in the portfolio. she apologized, but the assistant interrupted, "No matter, we are casting for your type today... You look very much like a prostitute."

 
she burst out laughing, confidence returned. Surely, this was one audition where she had an *edge* over the competition.  It wasn't long before she was up on stage, introducing herself to the directors. A script was handed to her, and she was asked to disrobe and turn around a few times under the lights.

 
Without a trace of embarrassment, she stripped off her dress. If any were shocked at her lack of underclothing, no one remarked. After a few turns, an actor entered to rehearse the scene with her.

 
The setting was a bedroom, and indeed there was a very comfortable looking bed on the stage. The scene opens with lovers waking up beside each other. jacqueline slipped under the sheets and as the man removed his clothes, she, on reflex, immediately looked at his cock.

 
Instead of being self-conscious, he raised an eyebrow. When he got on the bed, beside her, he picked up her hands gently, smiling when he noted the iron ring. He leaned and whispered in her ear.

 
"I know what you are. I intend to use you during this audition, but you  must make it look like we are acting.. Are you talented enough for that?"

 
jacqueline gasped and nodded, her mind racing. she had performed in a few of these simulated scenes before, but how would she do this?

 
He continued, "If we are discovered, I will take you back to your master and whip you. If you are convincing, I will make sure you get the part and you will be fucked on stage each night."

 
He pinched a nipple playfully. "Sir Stephen was right, you are very beautiful."

 
she did not reply, she only looked at the script and began to study the lines, knowing she would do her best. In minutes, she had memorized the  scene and was ready to proceed.

 
Just as she spoke the first lines, a man in a black business suit entered the stage. The director announced him as the producer, and jacqueline looked down, recognizing him from a short-lived liaison last year.  she prayed that he would not remember her, but he greeted her by name and moved closer to the bed.

 
"jacqueline, auditioning for the role of a whore?" he laughed as if he was not able to imagine this, or maybe because he could.

 
"Well, Robert, i am broadening my horizons, as they say."

 
The actor next to her cupped his hands under her breasts, lifted them up, and asked, "Aren’t these the breasts of a slut?"

 
The producer,  Robert, appeared shocked seeing something that was so different from his memory. "So they are, please carry on." He smiled at Jacqueline, "And please stop by the office on your way out."

 
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