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Subject: {ASSM} Friends by Katie McN (FF/MMM, Hum)
Date: Sun, 1 Oct 2000 15:10:06 -0400
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Friends
By Katie McN <katiemcn@excite.com>
Notice: Copyright 2000, by Katie McN. This is a story for
adults who would like to read about a couple of middle
age women getting to turn the tables on the casting couch
story. If this is not something you would care for, please
stop reading now. Also, I don't mind if this story is
posted on any web site that doesn't charge people to read
the stories. Feel free to post it. If you want to put it
on a pay site, you better contact me first for permission.
---
"Take off all your clothes."
Even though I've seen Helen repeat this scene hundreds of times, I
still marvel at her ability to make people do anything she tells
them.
Yes, anything she tells them.
Why just today she had three sexy looking guys in the office and
not one of them was over 21. They knew only one of them was going
to get a chance to test for a juicy supporting role in a major
Hollywood studio film. And the other two? They get to go back to
being waiters, bar tenders, parking lot attendants or whatever.
Sure they're hungry and sure they have a lot riding on this
meeting. These are the kind of guys who are willing to do
anything to get a break and they've come to the right place.
"Come on, Joe. It's my way or the freeway, darlin'. The clothes
start coming off right now or you can just leave the room. It's
up to you, baby, but you better decide now."
Somehow she can always detect the shy one. The guy who will
turn bright red when he's told to take off his clothes in room
full of strangers. She did it again. Joe looked confused and
apprehensive as the blush spread over his face and down his neck.
There were beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he tried to
decide what he should do. Of course everyone in the room knew
what his decision would be.
"Great, Joe. Get the shirt off and let's see what your chest looks
like."
She didn't disguise her lust as she watched him take off one piece
of clothing after another. She savored his body as each item was
removed and let a little time pass after a garment came off just
to raise his hopes that maybe he wouldn't have to take everything
off. Off course that was only illusion and soon he was standing
completely naked in front of us all. His clothes were far out of
reach by then.
"Joan, check out this great ass."
Her hands were already examining the merchandize as they
moved up and down his butt cheeks. She let a finger trail
into the crack between those firm little globes and made
room for me when I decided to see for myself just how nice
his body might be.
We took our time and examined all the interesting parts. It didn't
take long before his cock started to rise with a mind all its own.
He tried to hide his embarrassment, but Helen just slapped his hand
away and told him to stand still and let us play. And play we did.
Our hands wandered over the contours of his chest. Fingers
squeezed his tiny nipples until they looked like miniature
erections. We fondled his ass, thighs, back, neck and every
sensitive place on his body. We squeezed his balls and stroked
his cock. His body was a tasty buffet most middle aged women can
only dream about, but Helen and I were there to feast.
"See Joe. That wasn't so hard was it. Well, maybe I should have
used some other word. You actually do seem to be quite hard."
She was holding his cock and gave it a little jerk when she said
the word hard.
"Rudy come here. I need you to help out."
The tent in the front of Rudy's pants seemed to indicate he liked
watching Joe get molested a bit more than a guy really should. I
was sure Helen noticed this, too. I knew she would be taking
advantage of the situation.
She made Rudy strip off and then explained the role called for a
scene where the character had to be in drag. When Helen handed
Rudy a makeup kit and told him to see what he could do about
making Joe look like a women, I thought Rudy would come all
over himself as he hurried to begin. It was paint and powder,
eyelashes and lipstick, foundation and eye shadow. It was a
handsome boy changed to cute little girl. Rudy must have done
this before.
Helen never took her eyes off Rudy and Joe, but somehow found
her way over to where Lance was standing and started leisurely
taking off his clothes. He seemed uncomfortable, but what could
he do. The other boys were already nude and doing what they
were told. He submitted to Helen as she stripped off his tiny
briefs and stood there at the rigid position of attention.
"Joan, why don't you sit at your desk. I think Lance has a nice
surprise for you."
She eased him under my desk where he found that I seldom wear
panties. It made it easy for him to get his tongue into my dripping
pussy. Helen told him not to stop eating me until I said I was
finished. He didn't know it, but he had a long way to go.
Joe balked when Helen told him to put on the blonde wig. "Joey,
you've come this far so why not take those last little steps."
While he put on the wig, she found some underwear in the desk and
brought the frilly little pieces over to him.
She finally convinced him to put on the black padded bra that
seemed to give him some real cleavage. The matching garter belt
and black seamed nylons looked obscene with his throbbing
member sticking out like a flag pole. He had trouble walking in
the four inch patent leather high heels, but Rudy didn't seem to
mind. No, not at all.
"Sorry to ruin your fun, Rudy, but it's time for you to earn your
keep." She laid back on the couch and pulled her skirt up to her
waist. Rudy knew what do and soon he was thrusting his big cock
into her hot pussy with a vigor that suggested he might go both
ways. He did seem to know what to do. "I don't want you to even
think about cumming, Rudy, until you finish me off and do
Joan."
Joe didn't know what to do. He was a vision of feminine
loveliness except for the nine incher sticking out under his garter
belt. Helen decided to test him some more so she had him bend over
and spread his cheeks, play with his cock and squeeze his balls,
make his nipples hard and all kinds of other things he found hard
to do in front of an audience. It was so much fun watching him do
what he would not do.
I got to watch Rudy fuck Helen. I got to feel Lance try to get my
attention with his well trained tongue and nimble hands. It was
little cramped for him under my desk, but he made the best of it.
When Helen and I had several major orgasms, we had Lance and
Rudy change places and go at it again. Helen had Lance go down on
her this time so I could watch his technique and not just imagine
what he was doing there under my desk. Rudy kept under the
sweetness under my desk and my orgasms blended together in
some sort of non-stop jolt of pleasure.
We finally were through.
"Rudy and Lance, you boys did a really great job and so you
deserve a big surprise." She told them they weren't getting a
chance to audition for the part in question, but she did have
something good set up for them later in the week. Another part
they were sure to like. The lads put on their clothes and left us
knowing they were only one step away from stardom.
"Joe, come over here by the window." The three of us looked
down from my office window to the parking lot four stories
below. Helen, pointed out a Mercedes in the lot and told Joe it
belonged to Bruce Reventlow, the director of the big budget film.
Bruce wanted to personally take Joe to the audition and they
would be going in his big car.
There was only one little remaining point.
"I don't know how to tell you this, Joe, but Bruce is expecting
you to drive over to the audition dressed in what you have on now.
He was very clear about this and said he needed to know if you
were willing to do whatever he told you to get the part. You can
understand that, can't you?"
I guess he could because we got to watch him sneak out our office
door and press the button for the elevator. He was lucky. There
was no one on it when it stopped for him. I wondered if he would
be as lucky as it went down the four floors to the parking level.
We watched out the window as a parody of a woman tried to run
to the silver Mercedes parked in the back of the parking lot. Joe
made good time and soon found that the door to the car was
locked. He ducked down and waited until finally Bruce showed
up and we could see the two of them sitting in the front seat
of the car as they drove toward Bruce's home where the real audition
would be held. Helen told me that Bruce promised to video tape
everything so we could see what Joe would have to do to get the
part.
We were still sitting in my office laughing about the fun we had
with the boys when our secretary, Parker, buzzed us and said the
three girls were here to talk about the part we had for them in
the new Universal Film.
It sure is busy at the top, but we get by somehow.
The End
Katie McN <katiemcn@excite.com>
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