A call from Sean

She was ripped from her train of thought and jumped with surprise when the phone in her hand suddenly buzzed to life, vibrating and ringing.

“Oh shit,” Jessica muttered as she checked the display. An incoming video call from Sean. Briefly panicking, she looked at her pile of clothes a few feet away, instinct telling her to cover up. But the moment was fleeting. She had just sent the man a picture of her tight asshole, surely answering the phone naked was no big deal then. With a slide of her finger, she accepted the call.

“Hey there!” she breathed lasciviously, immediately blushing with embarrassment at her own pronounced sultry pitch of voice.

“Well, hello, gorgeous!” Sean gave her a sleazy grin. From the dimmed light surrounding and the décor of the wall behind him, it looked like he was sitting in a restaurant.

“Are you… in public?!” she asked, incredulously. Suddenly, she felt, once again, very self-conscious about her naked body and made sure she didn’t show anything below her shoulders in frame.

“Yeah, I’m at Nobu’s,” the producer nonchalantly replied and to Jessica’s shock he turned the phone around and showed her the large, fancy dining room with people sat at most of the tables. At the same time, anyone looking over would be able to see Jessica as well and while she showed nothing more than her bare shoulders, she couldn’t help but freak out a little.

“Wha… can you go somewhere private?!” she felt herself turning deep red, one arm subconsciously rising to shield her breasts.

“Relax. Nobody is going to see you,” Sean dismissed her concerns with a grin, “Besides, you’re trying to tell me that you’re at ease with people seeing you nude…”

“I… that’s…” Jessica stuttered, struggling to formulate a response before she sighed heavily. Arguing with Sean seemed futile in her situation and it ultimately didn’t matter. “Are we… are you going to give me the role?”

“I might.”

“You might?!” her eyes narrowed. Confused by him playing coy, her irritation made her immediately forget about her shyness. Her career was taking priority over her pride and she didn’t appreciate him messing about.

“Look, you proved that you are willing to do nudity, so we’re talking here,” the producer diplomatically started, “But I don’t think I can give out a role like this without a casting in person…”

Jessica caught on to the obvious implication, feeling her shoulders tense. Sean was really going to do this, was going to make her go through the full casting couch experience. Her mouth suddenly felt dry as she realized what it was going to take and also that she didn’t really have a choice. Right now, she had nothing. All that had happened so far was that she had sent some embarrassingly explicit pictures to a man that wasn’t her husband. If she backed out now, she had nothing to show for it, the idea stinging even worse than the thought of what he had in store for her.

“Let’s meet up tomorrow, what do you think?” Sean smiled.

She could see that he was knowing fully well that he was firmly in charge of the situation and enjoying it. Jessica had always kept things professional, signaling unmistakably that she was not interested in advancing her career in that particular way and he had showed her respect for it. Now, circumstances had pushed her in a direction that had changed her mind and with that, his mind about her had apparently changed as well. He couldn’t help but enjoy seeing how the mighty had fallen. Formerly untouchable, Jessica Alba was now on a video call with him, naked as the day she was born and begging for an opportunity. The fact that she was now unable to meet his gaze, clearly out of her depth with the whole situation seemed to give the man a kick.

“How about this: I’ll drop by your place tomorrow at 11 and we will figure out how well suited you are for that role. How does that sound, Jessica?”

She clenched her jaw for a moment, the implication of him visiting was rather obvious. She would go through the full casting couch experience.

“Okay,” she finally managed to press out after a few seconds of silence, gaze still demurely lowered.

“Perfect,” he grinned, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Now, before I go, Jessica, let me see that cunt one more time!”

Her eyes widened at the crude choice of words and her mouth opened as if to protest almost out of reflex, but then no words came out and after a few moments of inner battle, Jessica obliged. Sean watched greedily as the camera panned down Jessica’s body and she gave him a fleeting peek at her full tits and toned, feminine abs before the inadvertent tracking shot ended between the actress’ thighs.

It was his first close-up view of her pussy and he audibly groaned at the sight. A plump, sexy little mound with soft, fleshy outer lips barely opening wide enough to reveal a slight hint of delicate inner labia. Like the perfect, little sexpot Jessica was, her cunt was flawlessly smooth with not even a hint of stubble and looking good enough to eat. He took his time taking her in, basking in the view for several long moments, perfectly aware of how awkward she was feeling as she filmed her pussy for his benefit.

“Looks delicious,” he finally stated, sending another shiver down and a tingle up Jessica’s spine. “Now, I wish you a wonderful evening Jessica and I am looking forward to seeing you tomorrow.”

“Okay,” As Jessica’s face returned into frame, she was flushed red with embarrassment. She felt like a doe in the headlights, hardly the “girl boss” she did her best to portray in all her professional dealings.

“Oh, one more thing!” Just as she was about to end the call, he stopped her. “When you open the door tomorrow, I want to see you in some nice lingerie. Be a dear and show what you have, okay, darling?”

Jessica didn’t say a word. Instead, simply nodded before ending the call, stopping things before he could think of any further demands.