Maybe a little...

"Well, uh..." he stared down at her, eyes going from her hands to her face to her cleavage. "What kind of audition?"

Bria blinked, fingers pausing in surprise, then hesitating another moment to think of what to say. "It's a photo-shoot," she finally said with a hint of caution in her voice.

"Oh yeah? What kind of photo-shoot? I'm Alex, by the way." he said, putting his hand on hers, his other fiddling with her phone.

"Uh, just a photoshoot. You know, to see how photogenic I am."

Alex's smile was split between her and her phone. Bria wanted to snatch it back, but she didn't want to create a scene. Besides, if she got up he might see her panties at her feet. Thinking of them she shuffled her feet, trying to get the panties down from around her stiletto heels. Her movements shifted them a little, but mostly served to stimulate her crotch even more.

"If you're an actress they must know that you're photogenic," he said in a doubtful tone.

"Well, Adam...."

"Alex," he corrected harshly, and she blinked. His hand moved hers closer to the bulge in his pants.

Bria stared at her hand and the bulge it approached. "Well, of course they have photos, but they need more. In-character kinds of photos."

"Will the director be there?" he asked, making her frown. Why was he asking? Why wasn't he just giving her the co-ordinates? His hand put her own squarely atop the clear outline of a cock at full arousal.

"Um, sure Alec...."

"Alex!" he growled, and pinched her thumb and forefinger between his, catching his zipper-tab between her nails.

"Sounds like a lucky director," he smirked "Hey, how about I help you rehearse?" he asked, nudging her fingers downward a little.

"Look, I don't think..."

"C'mon, it'll be fun. And good practice. You don't want to give a bad performance, do you? Of course," his lips curled, "You might get some bad directions and find you never make it. Then it won't matter that you haven't rehearsed."

Bria gulped nervously, moving her eyes side to side to see if anyone was watching. Or maybe looking for a rescuer. No one stood near the two, the steady stream of pedestrians casting only the occasional glance their way, and she reluctantly considered her options