1..2...Freddy's coming for you

"Rebecca Jones?" A shrill female voice echoed around the room.

Rebecca sat bolt upright as she heard her name she stood up quickly and waved her hand at who presumably called to her.

"They're ready for ya. Love the look by the way." The woman licked her lips lasciviously as Rebecca passed.

The redhead shook the image of the weird woman out of her head as she tried to compose herself for the audition. She smiled as she greeted two producers, and two writers for whatever this project would become.

"State your name." A clinical voice sounded from behind the four people.

"Rebecca Jones" she said, seeing a man hunched over behind a camera, seemingly trying to get every aspect of her body.

"I think it's safe to say we have our star. But let's have her read first." One of the male producers commented.

Rebecca was handed a script and didn't quite know where to start as it had a lot of pauses for actions.

"Stop! You can not disrespect the Princess of Beryndale!" Rebecca shouted.

"If you're the princess, where is your entourage? And more importantly, where are your fine clothes?" A female writer intoned without any feeling.

"W-well I wanted to impersonate a commoner and experience life like one of my subjects." Rebecca replied.

"Any woman could say they're the princess in disguise! We need some proof." The writer continued.

Rebecca read the action part of the script. It detailed that she, Princess Nuda of Beryndale would strip naked to show her fair skin had been untouched by the sun, as well as untouched by the hand of man. Rebecca blushed at this and read on.

"There, you can see me by my skin and shame-" she was cut off.

"I'm sorry, but we require a full performance for the audition. Since it's an open casting call, we need to know as much about you as possible. Are you comfortable doing nudity?" The female producer explained.

"N-er...Yes!" Rebecca didn't know who said that as she definitely was going to decline.

"Great! Then please act out the scene as you interpret it." The producer seemed satisfied.

Rebecca blushed as she felt her hands untie the halter straps behind her neck, which held her dress up. Once loose, her dress pooled around her ankles, leaving her in her plain white underwear.

"Interesting choice..." the male producer seemed unamused.

"Its, um...a throwback to more modest styles, since this is a period piece." Rebecca tried to save face.

"Ah, of course. Please continue." The producer smiled.

Rebecca blushed as her hands snaked their way up her back to unclasp her bra. Her mind was trying to will them to stop, but they didn't. Soon, her bra was unclasped and pulled down and off , uncovering her massive memories to the small group. Her breasts were truly remarkable. Nicely rounded and only slightly sagging under their own heft. Her nipples were positioned in a pleasing way, and their color contrasted nicely with her alabaster skin. A moment later, she pushed her panties down her legs and stepped out of them, standing before them completely naked.

"I suppose that's also a throwback?" The female writer joked as she pointed at Rebecca's crotch, sporting a large Bush of red curls.

The other three laughed as Rebecca blushed deeper. She thought she was finished, but then the male writer composed himself.

"Alright, continue the scene." He said.

"There, you can see me by my skin and shame that I am no commoner! Leave me be and I'll see that you won't be beheaded today." She commanded.

"My apologies, my lady." The writer finished reading.

"That was amazing! It was almost as if you really didn't want to expose yourself! Your body and energy is exactly what we need to sell our show. Once they get a load of you, there's no executive who could turn this down!" The male producer gushed.

"Really? I got the part?" Rebecca asked.

"Yes, child! Just sign here." The female producer said, presenting a contract.

Rebecca wasn't sure what to do or say. It seemed all so sudden and overwhelming. She suddenly felt as if her mind was speeding away.

"Miss Jones?" She hear an echoed female voice.

"Miss Jones?!" A male voice called to her.

"Rebecca Jones!!!" A shrill female voice called.

Rebecca awoke with a start, wiping her eyes. She couldn't believe the embarrassing audition she just went through. Could it have been a dream?