Maisie's casting couch experience.

Sarah was on her knees in front of Darien, wishing the talking could be over and done with and the fucking could start. But if he was going to make her wait, she figured she might as well get into it. She was playing with herself, rubbing herself through her expensive panties, as she looked up at him, biting her lip.

"You know that movie she did a few months back?" she said. It was hard to keep focus as she touched herself, but she knew she had to keep herself 'warmed up' or it would be hard to get going again when he finally let her have it.

"Yeah, of course," Darien said. He didn't mention it, but the movie stuck out in his head because Sarah had insisted on not taking him as her date to the red carpet for the movie. She had claimed that it was 'too much publicity,' too early in their 'friendship.'

The movie had been some dumb action movie. Expensive, shallow, meaningless. One of many that had come out this year already, and it was only spring. But it had had a nice paycheck attached to it, which is what had brought it to Maisie's attention in the first place.

"Well," Sarah said, still softly stroking her clit. "She had a one-on-one meeting with the director before he agreed to cast her."

Darien smiled. "Oh yeah?" he said. He could already tell where this story was headed, and he liked the sound of it.

Sarah leaned back on her heels, pushing her small chest toward him like an offering. She wanted him so bad. Why was he making her do this? Well, other than that she'd offered to tell him during their bathroom rendezvous that afternoon, of course. She just wanted him naked already. This was taking too long.

"He wanted her," she panted. "He told her she could have the job if she sucked him off." Thinking about it brought back old memories, but that at least kept her going while she waited for Darien to give it up to her.

"Mmm," Darien groaned. "Did she?" Every fan of Sarah Morris in the world knew about her high-profile friendship with Maisie Dalton, and most of the perverts (Darien included) had imagined the two of them together, too. Sarah had determinedly refused him when he had suggested Maisie join them, so he knew that something like this might be the best that he was ever going to get.

"Yeah," Sarah said. Her breath was coming shallower now, and she could tell that she was moving toward her first peak, with or without this asshole's dick. At least she knew how to finger herself properly. "She got on her knees for him. He was sitting down behind his desk. She--" A little gasp. Almost there. She could do this. "He- wasn't- that- big- so she could deepthroat him pretty easy," she stammered. Her eyelids were fluttering now. She could barely keep it together.

Darien but his lip. All those supermodels were sluts, weren't they? They had probably sucked and fucked their way through half of LA. He wouldn't have been surprised if Sarah had done the same sort of stuff herself. "Oh yeah?" he said, prodding her on. "What next?"

"She- made- him- cum- all- over- her- tits-" Sarah gasped.

Now, Sarah Morris was no lesbian. She wasn't even really into girls. But the thought of her best friend on her knees in one of those directors' fancy offices, with her shirt off and his dick in her hands, bringing him to orgasm with her mouth and making him blow on her chest? That was enough to push her over the edge. She took one last deep breath as her second orgasm of the day washed over her, making her shake and groan and seize up on the floor of her own hotel room, her fingers slick with her own juices as she fucked herself through her panties.

"Ohhhhh," she groaned, low and gutteral. It had been too long since she had had any sort of 'alone time,' even if Darien was staring right there.

Darien began undoing his belt. "Alright," he said. "I think you've earned this."