The Porn Audition

Not long after my 18th birthday, I found myself eagerly looking for potential career paths. I’d moved out of my parents’ house as soon as I could, and found suitable lodgings at an apartment building on the other side of town. The sense of freedom washed over me and gave me so much confidence that I didn’t even know what to do with it. However, as my finances quickly dwindled, my search for a job became a little more frantic, and I was starting to tear my hair out at the frustrating lack of options available to a young woman such as myself. However, one evening whilst browsing through the local newspapers that were stacked in the lobby once a week, I came across a small advertisement in the employment section for an adult entertainment company. The simple advert merely stated “Become a Porn Star!” and had a phone number and a web address to visit for more information. I’d always been a horny bitch, masturbating every single day without fail ever since I’d hit puberty. I was also a lesbian, though, which I thought might limit my chances. The idea of being fucked every day and getting paid for it was more awesome than I ever could have imagined, and I promptly called the number to arrange an interview. The woman on the other end of the line seemed to be very excited about the sound of my voice, and set up a meeting the very next day, at the headquarters in the centre of the city. So, first thing the next morning I bounded out of bed to the sound of my radio alarm and sprang into the shower. I was so excited I even began to masturbate while I was in there, pressing the shower head to my throbbing clitoris while I fingered myself. I knew I could stay in there for very long, and when I finally opened my eyes to see the clock, I realised I was already running a little late. I had no choice but to stop, dry myself off and get dressed as quickly as I could, leaving the shower head drooping down and knocking against the tiles. I slipped on a light vest top and skinny jeans as the weather outside was scorching. It was the middle of summer and the sun was beaming down on the city from high in the sky, barely casting a shadow for people to escape. With the persistent tingle of my clitoris still completely unsatisfied, I made for the bus stop and got on the first one that came. Thankfully, there were plenty of seats and with no one sat around me I was able to secretly nudge myself through the thin denim over my crotch. By the time the bus had reached the stop near where she had told me to go, I was almost considering just stay on board so I could finish the job. My pussy was raging with arousal and a small patch of moisture had formed on the inside of my thong. Getting off that bus was one of the hardest things I’d ever done, and once I was out and about and walking down the small backstreet to the company offices, even the pressure of the top of my thighs rubbing together was turning me on. I had never had much problem with confidence, and in fact my parents always said that I had far too much. It was probably bolstered by the fact that practically every man I’d ever met had either fallen in love with my golden locks and cute smile, or at the very least tried to fuck me. I’d broken many a heart, as my interests had always lain with other girls, although I never told anyone that in high school – I didn’t have a death wish. No, I simply acted like the one hot girl who no one could ever lay, and through putting myself on that kind of pedestal I’d developed an involuntarily high opinion of myself. I wasn’t particularly bitchy, but I was fearless and willing to take on any challenge that life threw in my direction. As I strolled up the stone steps in front of the building, I had no idea just how much of a challenge that day was going to be. I walked through the flapping double doors and rang the bell at the reception area, which was sparsely decorated so as to remain fairly innocuous to passersby. A door behind the desk opened immediately and a well presented, rather stern looking woman stepped out to greet me. “Ah, you must be Adele!” she smiled, shaking my hand and waving over to some stairs to my right before I could even answer. “Yes, I’m here about the... you know, porn thing...” I replied. “Please, step this way to our studio...” she said, waving again towards the stairs as she stepped out from behind the desk. She led me up the stairs, and I trailed behind staring at the indentation of her panties in the fabric of her shiny black leather skirt. She was wearing vivid red lipstick and had thick rimmed glasses, with starkly pinned back dark hair, giving her an extremely strict appearance that betrayed her friendly smile. She led me towards a door, and as we walked inside I realised it was a large open room with several removable and changeable walls, in which a number of different sets were located. The sound stage contained a mock up of a school class room, what looked like a hospital ward and a police cell. They were clearly designed with porn films in mind, and the thought of people fucking in them set my pulse racing again. We sat down on two stools near the police cell set, and she handed me a clipboard with a release that was waiting for my signature. It already had my name printed on the top, so I could tell they were very keen to get me to sign. I scanned it once and started to fill in my details, starting with simple things like my contact information before going on to the acts I was willing to perform. I could feel my clit itching intolerably inside my panties, just waiting to be satisfied by the pressure of my fingers. My horniness clouded my judgement a little, making me susceptible to ticking boxes that I didn’t even understand. Most of the options, such as Rimming and DP, I understood perfectly, but there were a few like BDSM and Slave Worship that I wasn’t entirely sure about. They sounded kinky enough, though, and in my haste to get to the spicy part of the job, I ticked a few boxes that were completely foreign to me. Once I was finished, she took the clipboard and placed it down on a cupboard by the side. Then, she turned to me and clapped her hands noisily together. “So, I have a few more questions to get out of the way...” she began, sitting back down next to me. I nodded and listened intently as I tried to mentally quell the irrepressible urge to touch myself. “We pay a flat fee for each scene, which in your case will only involve other girls.” she said, reassuring me that I wouldn’t have to go near a single cock. The way she said it made me wonder if she too was a lesbian, as even the mere mention of a man’s penis made her look uneasy. “Any of the additional options you ticked will bump up your pay by a hundred dollars for each fetish or special interest, shall we say...” she continued as I tried to seem like I was paying attention. I was so horny that I was imagining her naked and lying on top of me, even though she was clearly a fair few years older than me. “We usually like to perform a test scene to make sure you are truly comfortable with the procedure...” she said, pointing towards a camera that had been set up on a tripod in the corner of the cell. “Usually there would be at least one camera operator, filming you from different angles as the scene requires, but for the purpose of this test we only need a single static shot.” she explained, guiding me around the small set and waving at different things while I tried to suppress the thoughts of fingering myself. Finally, she asked me if I understood, and if I was willing to perform the test scene right there and then. I nodded enthusiastically, so she pulled out a box of equipment and told me to get undressed to my underwear. I was so horny I didn’t even think twice, pulling my vest top up over my head and peeling my jeans down over my legs, tossing them onto a nearby rack. I inspected my chest, flicking away a stray ball of fluff that had accumulated from the fabric of my vest, and then looked up to see her standing before me with her hands on her hips above the waist of her leather skirt. She had removed her jacket to reveal a sleeveless white top underneath, through which I could clearly see the protuberance of her pokey nipples. Her arms were slender with beautifully smooth skin, and she reminded me of a teacher on whom I used to have an enormous crush. She stepped over to me and inspected my body, cupping breasts and running her fingers down over my hips as if she was gauging the quality of my flesh. She grasped my ass cheeks and slapped them gently, crouching down in front of me for a close look at my pussy. With a quick pull, she loosened the thong from around my crotch and allowed it to drop to the floor, immediately sliding the outstretched fingers underneath the soaking wet labia between my legs. I quivered as a wave of goose pimples rushed up my back to my neck, and watched intently as she smeared some of my juices onto her middle finger and licked it off with her tongue. She smiled, as if to say she approved of my body, and then stood up to walk behind me. I was completely naked and would have done anything she said, but at that point I had no idea precisely what she had in mind for me. She wrapped her arms tenderly around my body and fondled my breasts, flicking my erect nipples with the backs of her fingernails as I giggled flinchingly. I felt her lips pressing against my neck and her warm minty breath pouring down over my chest as she kissed my flesh, reaching down towards my pussy for another feel of my throbbing clitoris. I closed my eyes as her fingers circled around it, toying with the hood to coax the tiny pink bean. As I groaned blindly with pleasure, she brought her hands up and poked them through the gaps between the cell bars. Then, she reached behind her back and pulled out a pair of shiny silver handcuff’s she’d slotted into her waistband. With a sharp snap, she poked them through the gap and clamped them down around my wrists, securing me in place so I was completely at her mercy. I didn’t mind, and in fact I played up my arousal, making filthy sex noises to signify my approval at the naughty turn of events. She chuckled cruelly and then stepped away, leaving me shackled to the bars as she opened up the brown box of goodies. I had assumed it contained various sex toys, and while technically that was the case, the contents were a far cry from the standard dildos and vibrators to which I had been accustomed in my private life for some time. No, as she gripped a thick black handle and pulled out her first implement, I started to realise that I might have made a mistake. She held the handle up sideways in air, allowing a five foot long leather whip to droop down almost to the floor. A collection of short tassels frayed out by a few inches at the tip, and as she stepped back over to me and stood behind my back, I nervously braced myself. I’d already agreed to do it, and my pussy was so wet and horny as to drown most of the doubt in my mind. I was about to cross over into a whole new sexual frontier, and I had no idea what to expect. She cracked the whip behind me, making no contact with my skin but still making me jump as my muscles seized up for a split second. She cackled to herself, playing up to the camera magnificently even though it was only a test run. She cracked the whip again, only this time it made skin contact, searing a short line straight across the centre of my back. I howled in pain as I clenched tight hold of the bars, wondering what I’d got myself into. However, as the initial pain began to wear off, I realised that hidden beneath it was an even greater feeling of arousal. My clitoris was pounding and my pussy felt wetter than ever. The itch inside me had suddenly grown to much greater heights, and as she lashed the whip across my back again, I cried out even louder. My shriek was more of twisted excitement than agony, though, and as she continued to whip me I started to hunger for it, unable to wait even a few seconds for the next lash. “Say thank you!” she commanded, ordering me to play the submissive. It was an entirely new experience to me, and maybe that was why it was so hot. Regardless, I didn’t much encouragement and began to blurt out a thank you after every crack of the whip. After a short while, my whole back was plastered with red line where the tassels had struck my flesh, but they were only surface marks. I wasn’t truly hurt, and the whip had not left any scars in its wake. In fact, as she walked over and placed it back into the box, I couldn’t wait to see how else she might punish me. She pulled out a riding crop and walked back over, tapping it into the cupped of her hand and smiling sadistically as she disappeared behind me. She whipped her hand a couple of times, making me shudder with expectation repeatedly as I begged for more. “Please! More!” I whimpered, genuinely asking to be smacked with it. She obliged, swiping it over my ass cheeks and sending a slew of fleshy ripples down the back of my thighs. The strike was slightly duller than the whip, but the burning pain seemed to last much longer, barely subsiding to reveal the throb of my clitoris underneath before she lashed me with it again. Each strike sent a crash bouncing off the walls of the studio, followed immediately by the squeal sounding out from between my lips. By the times she had finished the second round of intense thrashing, I was panting breathlessly and trying to squeeze my thighs together to put whatever pressure I could onto my clitoris. She collected a few more items from the box, hiding them behind her back as she approached once again. Leaning in from behind with an ominous leer, she wrapped her arms around me and presented two sparkling silver clamps, which she proceeded to snap firmly onto my erect, sensitive nipples. I tensed up and clawed out my fingers as each one gripped tight hold of my teats, and watched as she looped a chain around one of the bars in front of me and attached each end to the clamps. She tugged on the chain, testing my pain threshold and causing me to stretch my mouth wide open for an ear splitting squeal. “Silence!” she barked into my ear, spanking my sore ass a few times to hush my mouth. I held onto my urge to scream and remained quiet as she released on of the hand cuffs. She wasn’t letting me go, though. With the nipple chain keeping me tied to the bars, she yanked my arms behind my back and reattached the cuff to my wrist. She stepped away for a moment, picking something up off the bed that she had tossed aside in order to fiddle with my cuffs. I waited patiently in silence as clitoris ached for more pleasure. Then, as she stood behind me I felt something brushing over my ass cheeks. I turned back and briefly caught a glimpse of her waist. She had stripped away her top and skirt, leaving her wearing only a black lacy bra, matching panties and stockings, and with a very thick strap-on dildo protruding from her crotch. She pressed her hand on my back, pushing me to lean forward and causing the nipple clamps to stretch my tits out in front of me. She crouched down and spread my ass cheeks wide open, exposing both my tight, wet pussy and puckering ass hole. She couldn’t resist a quick taste, and leaned in with her tongue stretched out ready to lap up my juices, and as it slid inside me I let out a groan of ecstasy, finally receiving the stimulation that I’d been yearning for all morning. She licked all over the first few inches of my vaginal cavity, and then retracted it as quickly as she had penetrated me to stroke her tongue over the rim of my anus. I giggled, prompting another slap to the ass to keep me in line as she took what she wanted from me. Finally, she stood up behind me and rubbed the head of the dildo up and down over my labia, smothering the shaft inch by inch in my juices and her saliva as she gradually pushed it deeper and deeper inside me. I trembled anxiously as the shaft passed over my g-spot and expanded the walls of my vagina in every direction, and then as she began to thrust it masterfully in and out of my pussy, I had to bite my lip to contain the endless stream of hot, sexy moaning that was just bubbling at the surface and dying to escape from my lips. She pounded me hard from behind, smacking her hips against my ass and causing me to bob back and forth, which in turn caused the slack of the chain to tighten and tug painfully on my nipples. The combination of extreme pleasure and twinges of searing pain from my tits was pushing me closer and closer to an orgasm, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. My legs were shaking violently as she brutally pummelled my pussy with the dildo, knocking me against the bar and fucking me harder than I’d ever been fucked before. Eventually it got to the point where I couldn’t restrain myself any longer, and let out the longest, loudest scream of my whole life, and even as she bellowed at me to stop and return to silence, spanking my ass and tugging on the nipple clamps, it all simply emphasised the pure bliss that was surging through my bones. I let out another cry as I started to cum, and she slammed the dildo inside me so hard that I almost cracked my head on the metal bars. My hips convulsed with such force that I leaned back a little too far, causing the nipple clamps to finally snap free of my tits and clatter to the cold, hard floor. She retracted the dildo and stepped aside, tending to the camera while I slumped down onto the floor. “How did I do?” I whimpered, hoping my performance was up to scratch. “Well, put it this way...” she replied, “Most girls who come through those door are just in it for the money, but I have a feeling that someone like you, someone with a real craving for sex will go a long way in this industry. If you still want to, that is...” “Yes!” I nodded keenly, my mind both blown wide open and filled with the possibilities of what else I might be open to experiencing. I couldn’t wait to begin the real filming, or indeed to try out some of the sadistic methods of sexual gratification that I’d learnt!