“Show me your creativity.”

“Well, this is all about you,” I respond. “So why don’t you show just how creative you can be?”

Delores calls from the next room that the cameras are all set, and that we should begin as soon as we are ready. For my part, it is weird knowing that the older woman is watching me getting it on with another woman, but it certainly helps that Delores is in another room. If I can block that thought out of my mind, I might be able to enjoy this.

Tiffany looks up at me and says, “Oh, I’m so glad you are home! I’ve missed you so much!”

It takes me a moment to remember that she is ad libbing for the scenario Delores gave her. I struggle to come up with a suitable response, but thankfully I am spared from the need to create profound dramatic prose on the spot because Tiffany grabs me by the collar and pulls me into a deep, passionate kiss.

Her tongue pushes past my lips, and I eagerly invite it into my mouth, meeting her tongue with mine. I feel her hands rapidly exploring my back, and I return the favor, running my hands over her soft, warm body.

When we break off the kiss, I catch my breath and say, “Wow.... I missed you, too!”

“Yeah?” she says, taking hold of my belt buckle and half-leading/half-pulling me toward the couch. “All I could do all day was to think about you— and just how much I want you!”

She kisses me again, this time grinding her body hard against mine, paying particular attention to the energetic contact of our crotches. “I’m so wet and horny, thinking about you and what I’m going to do to you!” Her breathy words excite and sexually stimulate me almost as much as the sensation of her body writhing against mine.

“I’ve been laying on this couch all afternoon, daydreaming about what we’re going to do together on it.....” She takes hold of my shirt and practically rips it as she pulls it off my body. “And after that.... After you’ve ravished me on this couch, I’m going to take you to bed and spend the rest of the night driving you crazy!”

I have to admit, porn actresses are generally not known for their ability to deliver convincing dialogue, but Tiffany seems to be the exception. She has half-convinced me that she really wants nothing more than to jump my bones for the foreseeable future.

I take hold of her top, and in between passionate kisses, manage to liberate her of it. Her tits are covered with a sexy black bra, and despite my shaking, sweaty hands, after a few fumbles, I manage to send it to the floor, exposing her gorgeous breasts.

“In fact, I think you had better consider calling in sick tomorrow,” she says, pulling off my belt and pushing my pants down, “because you aren’t going to get any sleep tonight!”

She is doing such an awesome job, and I’m certainly enjoying myself, so I’m **** to say or do anything at this point, but a good audition will hinge in part on her ability to respond to me.