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Subject: {ASSM} ** NEw Spoonbender Story - Central Casting (M/f, cons, humil - work that out)
Date: Sun, 24 Feb 2002 04:10:13 -0500
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Central Casting (M/f, cons, humil)

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(c)2000 Spoonbender.  A short story of an adult nature.  Not to be
read by minors.  If you don't like this sort of stuff or you are
underage then don't read.  Contains allusions to naughty, erotic
goings on.  Can be freely distributed as long as it is not changed,
including this heading.  If it is to be archived on a website then
please email me first for permission and I'll need unlimited access to
the site.  Note that the characterizations are mine.  I do not like
people stealing them for inclusion in their own efforts. Please email
me with comments, constructive criticism, fantasies you want put into
words etc.  Don't flame me if you don't like the content or you don't
like my style.  My email address (if you feel the unrelenting urge to
shower me with praise) is Spoonbender@hotmail.com

(**************** (c) 2001 Spoonbender@hotmail.com ****************)

The first hint of her big breakthrough came from a chance remark that
she'd overheard her father make during lunch one day. He was the
manager of the town's one and only hotel in the one traffic light town
in central Idaho where she chafed under a regime of stultifying
boredom. She just knew she deserved better than this, she was
convinced she had star quality and that all she needed was that one
lucky break and she would find herself out there on the silver screen
as an idol to millions.

And it wasn't just her that thought so.

Her teacher had told her that she had real acting ability when she'd
taken the lead in the school play and she knew she was attractive, if
only by the number of boys that wanted to go out with her. So in her
opinion all she needed was to be discovered.

She stood regarding her figure in her bedroom mirror, turning herself
this way and that as she admired her curvaceous shape and her
thrusting breasts, which were fashionably large and firm. Her bottom
described a perfect curve and her legs had just the right amount of
taper. She sighed; she knew she could make it if only she got the
chance.

And now opportunity had come knocking, he was here. Mr Ziegfeld a
representative of Central Casting was staying at the hotel, she'd
heard her father say. She'd read in one of her movie magazines that
talent scouts were travelling all over America looking for the next
generation of stars and now one of them had come to her town.

Her dilemma was how was she going to come to his attention?

She then knew that her luck was in when her father asked if she wanted
to earn some extra money by working in the hotel that evening as one
of the maids was ill with the flu that was rippling through the town
during that winter.

She agonised for hours over what she should wear, did she go for the
youthful look, which consisted of bobby socks and flouncy skirt that
was all the fashion, or a more mature look? In the end she decided
that the mature look was the better bet, justifying her decision by
speculating that he wouldn't be impressed by the teen look, he would
probably prefer a mature woman, after all she was nearly 20.

And so she was dressed to the nines in a clinging red dress complete
with jewellery and a dash of lipstick when she reported to work that
evening. Luckily her parents were out for the evening and so only the
night porter was on duty. Predictably he had leered at her when he saw
how she was dressed. She just endeavoured to ignore him.

Her stomach was flip flopping as she tried to work out how on earth
she would be able to effect an introduction to the great man. Then
fate again intervened, the man himself phoned down to reception and
requested some clean towels. The night porter was going to take them
up himself only to have them snatched out of his hand as she headed up
the stairs.

He shook his head then sat down and resumed his scrutiny of the sports
pages.

"Come in," she heard in response to her tapping and she took a deep
breath before opening the door.

He was not exactly how she'd pictured a talent scout for a major
Hollywood studio. For a start he was wearing a string vest with his
suspenders hanging down from his tweed trousers over which his belly
bulged dramatically. He was unshaven and the room smelled of liquor.

"I've brought your towels sir," she said.

"Thanks put them on the bed," he said without a flicker of surprise at
her over dressed appearance. She put it down to the fact that he
probably saw hundreds of attractive females every day so she had to
make a special effort to be noticed by him.

"Can I help you?" he enquired as she stood in indecision after laying
the towels reverently on the bed.

She found the words were catching in her throat when she tried to
speak and she had to take a deep breath to calm herself, "are you Mr
Ziegfeld?"

"Yes I am, so?"

"I heard that you are casting some parts."

"We are always casting parts, so?"

"Well I want one," she said, the words tumbling out in a rush.

"Oh yes which one?"

"I hear that you are casting parts for Thunderbirds."

"How on earth did you know that? That's supposed to be a secret."

She smiled inwardly, she'd heard it as a snippet on the radio a few
days ago, "I have an interest in the industry and I like to keep up to
date." That'll impress him.

He looked at her for a few seconds then said, "and you want a
Thunderbird part?"

She nodded blushing with her own temerity.

"I'm sorry," he said, "we only have a few parts and they have all been
allocated to established people in the industry."

Her face fell and she felt like crying, "but that's so unfair, how is
anybody else to have a chance if you keep doing that?"

"I'm sorry but that's just the way things are, parts are in short
supply you must know that if you know the industry like you say you
do."

She couldn't hold back any longer and burst into floods of tears.

He stood up and came over to rest his hands on her shoulders, "ok, ok
I hate to see a young girl cry. I'll do my best for you but I can't
let you have it for nothing."

She was prepared for this, even though it was an uninviting prospect.
She'd heard about casting couches but this was her one and only chance
so she had to grasp it, however degrading the price she'd have to pay.

She took a pace back, "I'll do anything for that part," she said
glancing sidelong at his bed.

He caught her glance and smiled, she must really want that part badly.
He looked her up and down and she quailed slightly under his
appraisal. She was a choice piece of stuff all right and, despite the
supposed 'girl in every town' image of someone in his profession he
very rarely had any female company. So this was an opportunity not to
be missed, 

"Anything?" he enquired.

She looked down and nodded.

"Anything at all?" he asked pointedly.

Again the nod.

"OK," he said.

"You promise to get me the part?"

"Of course, a deals a deal," he smirked.

Her stomach was coiled in knots when he suggested that she got
undressed. For a few faltering moments she felt like fleeing, he was
so disgusting and old enough to be her father, but she thought of her
career. It was hardly likely to be the only time she'd have to do
something like this on her rise to the top if the innuendo in the
movie magazines was anything to go by. So she might as well just do it
as quickly as she could and get it over with.

"You promise?" she said as she put her fingers on her buttons.

"I said I would didn't I?"

"OK," she gulped then started to peel off her clothes as he sat on the
bed admiring her. His breath caught when she pulled off the dress to
reveal her corset holding up her one and only pair of nylon stockings.
And when she put her foot on the bed to roll down the stockings he
thought he'd died and gone to heaven, this was one sexy broad.

It took nearly ten minutes before she stood in naked splendor before
him, her eyes downcast and her face tinged pink with embarrassment.
She'd never been naked in front of a man before.

"Are you sure about this?"

She nodded her blush going nuclear.

"Lay down," he husked and she clambered onto the bed and lay looking
at the ceiling. He nuzzled her neck with his lips and breathed
meaningless phrases into her ear as his hands explored her breasts.
She tried to focus on the ceiling, trying to ignore him as his head
slipped down and his mouth engulfed one of her nipples. She felt a
twinge of pleasure course through a body as he sucked first one, then
the other nipple causing them to firm involuntarily. She moaned and he
took that as a cue to trace his hand down her belly until it touched
the fleecy curls down below.

She took a deep breath, this was it! Now was the time when she should
either leap up and make a break for the door, leaving her dreams
behind, or she should just lie back and endure.

She steeled herself and parted her legs as his hand insinuated itself
between them.

She felt him hunch himself over her and drop between her widespread
legs. He fumbled between her legs for a second as he unleashed his
prick then she felt the hot rubbery end pressing against her slash.
She couldn't resist glancing down at it. It looked purple and angry
looking and terribly big. For an instant she was petrified but it was
far too late as he readjusted his weight and started to insert
himself.

She closed her eyes as she felt his stiff insistence start to prize
her open and the pain forced a tear from her eye. He didn't notice,
his eyes were closed too, in bliss, as her tightness forced his
foreskin back to fully expose his wet glans.

He grunted then started to push with all his might. She gripped his
shoulders and gritted her teeth as he forced his way inside her. She
had been told by Mary-Jane the town bicycle (everybody got a ride)
that the first time hurt but she wasn't expecting quite so much pain
as he started to press hard against her virginity. She felt him draw
back a little then use all his strength to force his way through.

She screwed her eyes shut and let out an involuntary yelp as he tore
away her innocence. Once he was through he started to batter his way
deeper inside with a series of short hammer strokes while she squirmed
under him trying to find a position that was less painful, but it was
all in vain as he shifted his weight in response to her gyrations as
he sunk deeper and deeper into her body.

The pain was awful as she was barely damp, never mind wet, but he
didn't care as he wallowed in her tight succulence. She tried to focus
on the ceiling trying to take her mind off the fact that she had
voluntarily given up her most precious possession to him in return for
that big break.

And it hurt!

"It'll be worth it, it'll be worth it," she muttered to herself as he
eventually slammed his hips against hers then immediately started
pumping wildly. She could feel every throbbing vein in his prick as it
pumped in and out of her and that, coupled with his snuffling and
grunting, made her feel nauseous but she didn't react but instead just
lay there open to him, wishing that he'd hurry up and get it over
with.

He indulged himself in her firm young flesh for long minutes, while
she writhed under him, but soon felt the old familiar release start to
blossom in his crotch. He tried stopping to savor the feelings for
longer but her squirming coupled with the fact that he hadn't had it
for so long drove him on again. And so he went for broke and started
thrusting away in earnest.

She couldn't help but notice his frantic increase in speed as he
battered her back into the sagging mattress and his slobbering grunts
as he rutted her. She moaned in pain as his hips repeatedly slammed
against hers and his fat thighs forced hers open even further.

Sex education wasn't a major feature of the curriculum at her school
and so she wasn't entirely sure what was going to happen next. And so
it came as a surprise to her when she felt him expand inside her and
start to throb. He slammed deep inside and curled his hands around her
buttocks as he unleashed his torrent inside her. She could feel waves
of warmth pulsing inside and cringed knowing instinctively that
something bad was happening but there was nothing she could do about
it now.

"It will be worth it," she muttered as he grunted his last salvo into
her and then lay still.

She lay looking at the ceiling, feeling his cock shriveling before
finally falling out of her followed by a trickle of something cool
which dribbled over her asshole.

He rolled off and lay on the bed, spent.

After a few minutes he summoned up enough energy to croak, "that was
great honey, thanks."

"Do I get the part?"

"Sure you do, what part do you want?"

"I don't know what parts are there?"

He raised himself up on one elbow and looked at her,  "you mean you
did all this and you don't have a specific part in mind?"

"I don't know that much about it, can't you tell me what's on offer?"

"You are a very strange girl," he said thoughtfully, "is this part for
you or for your boyfriend?"

"Its for me of course. Why?"

"Its just that usually when I'm asked for a part then the person who
asks normally knows what they want. You know like axle, suspension
arm, engine block, chassis that sort of thing."

"Chassis? What do you mean?"

"I thought you said you knew the industry?"

"I do but what does chassis mean?"

"You know the thing that holds the car together."

"Car? What's that got to do with movies?"

"Movies? What the hell are you talking about?"

A hint of fear crept down her spine, "aren't you a talent scout for
Central Casting?"

He rolled on his back and laughed until the tears ran down his face.

"What are you laughing at?" she enquired crossly.

"Me? A talent scout for the movies, that's great that is."

"I thought you said you were Mr Zeigfeld?"

"I am. Manny Zeigfeld and I'm a sales representative for Central
Castings, we make automobile parts."

"Automobile parts?" the tears started when she realized what she'd
done.

"Hey don't cry, its not all bad." He reached over and grabbed his
wallet from the table and fished around inside, as she started to get
dressed. "Here," he said proffering two quarters, "thanks for bringing
the towels."

He was still laughing when she fled from the room sobbing in
humiliation.

(***************** (c) 2001 spoonbender@hotmail.com *****************)

Damn it's so annoying when that happens ;o)

Email me if you liked it. Spoonbender@hotmail.com

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