Petite Poser Creamy Casting #1: "Paris" (M/F sex)

You sit there frozen up for a minute, trying to think back onto what you've heard about this kind of thing. You're not so sheltered that you can't see the obvious but you can scarcely believe it's happening in the middle of a city that is supposed to be a national symbol for justice... involving a highly placed member of the main organization of superheroes, no less! "This is... Listen here now! Ma'am!" You lean past the deplorable director and stare intently at the short, pale woman sitting on the couch. "You've gotta... I have to help you get out of this, this isn't right at all! I mean, I reckon science is important, but... but... I mean, can't you just do some corporate endorsements or, I don't know, product placements or something? Didn't Shining Cavalier show up in a bunch of car commercials, and Tectonic Girl do all those insurance events? Nevermind you being - uhh, you know, the other thing - but... THIS isn't what you're worried about folks hearin' about?"

Petite Mort gives you a far more contemptuous glare than she has reserved for the pornographers. She stands up and puts a hand over the camera lens for a moment. "There is a difference between doing something distasteful and doing something shameful. Given those options I choose to do the distasteful thing, which is this thing. To be very specific - THIS thing." Letting her hand slide off of the camera lens she reaches down and dextrously undoes the front of the pants worn by the 'actor' standing in front of her. Before he can do anything more than register his surprise, she is rapidly working her hand up and down along his shaft. The director starts leaning forward in his seat. "Hey, wait, stop-!"

He scarcely has any more time to comment or object. Within less than a minute, the man in front of her - who hadn't been objecting - groans in shock and curses under his breath. You can't see all the details because of the angle but you can see a glob of something white land on the arm of the couch behind her. "Alright. Taken care of."

The director, 'Mr. Franco', shakes his head. "Ooooookay. First of all - Jack, seriously, you can't hold out for 30 seconds? I'm thinking you ain't gonna cut it working scenes like this."

"No, no wait, man! It's not fair! She used some kind of power...! It's those gloves she's wearing, they're so smooth, and the way she vibrates her fingers...!"

"Fuck's sake. CUT! Delete that and start over." The floral-print-shirted smut merchant rises from his couch. He gives you a longing look that makes you grimace. "Wait right there honey. I definitely want to talk business with you, you know, see what you would be comfortable doing, as little or as much as you want. But I think I'm going to have to get really closely involved in this scene, since 'Paris' is deciding to be cute. I mean, cute in the bad way, not in the nice way that she always is." He walks up and folds his arms. "Now come on. You've got an IQ of 200, or something. You can figure out what this is supposed to be, right? Now there's not gonna be enough left for the group facial scene later..." Mort herself seems more concerned about the implications. "Hmph... as if I would need powers to do something so simple. My power is shrinking and nothing more. It is just a simple matter of considering proper technique and focusing my mind on the task without getting distracted by juvenile self-consciousness..."

"I can get it up again!" the first guy says, pulling his pants back up. However, Mike waves at him dismissively. "Yeah, yeah, I bet - especially looking at blondie back there - but you aren't gonna have enough stuff to contribute to giving her a good coating. Y'gotta think about these things. Your job is gonna be lighting and cleanup now. I'm taking over." He looks back at Mort, who stares back up at him with an annoyed, neutral expression on her face. "Now, try and focus on bringing out your inner Catholic schoolgirl, 'Paris'. And follow my lead."

The camera is switched on again. You feel like you should intervene... but you can't just beat these guys up, can you? As justified as that would be morally, you can't risk your status as a temporary heroine. Maybe he's controlling her somehow and you'll be able to see some kind of sign, like, his eyes starting to spin in spirals or something.

The pale, jaded super-scientist in the black dress sighs. When she speaks it is with much less of the theatrical accent she usually uses. "Yes. My name is Paris Smallz. With a 'z' letter. I'm 27 years old. I came here to make some money."

"And you, uhh, wouldn't happen to have an interesting day job would you? Working for a superhero team or anything like that?" Mike says wryly.

"No. Absolutement." she says with a flutter of her eyes.

"Heheh, that's a really sexy accent. So do you like sex?" He asks, putting the camera closer to her.

"More than I like people." Mort says with a little chuckle-snort. "But I usually prefer to take care of myself. You know what I mean. Masturbate. Would you like to see?"

"Oh ho, this girl isn't wanting any time... Yeah, I think we'd all love to see that, cutie." That is all the inducement Mort needs - rucking up her black dress around her legs she spreads her legs, revealing a pair of panties with a 'frowny face' with "X"es for eyes printed on the front. She shifts her silly underwear to the side, and plunges her fingers into herself, working around the top with one index finger and rhythmically plunging two more in. Her technique is precise, almost businesslike. And, it would seem, no less effective on herself than on others, as for the first time her unhealthy pale cheeks can be seen with a flush of life in them and she is soon soon closing her eyes and rolling her head against the couch cushion.

"Nice, nice...." Franco says after a few minutes. "But please, save some of your love for me, honey... and the better we get along, the more money you'll make. Why don't you show me how well you suck cock?"

You gasp and cringe, sputtering in disbelief, but Mort doesn't hesitate in the slightest. She pulls down his pants in a quick motion and begins running her tongue along the underside of what is, without a doubt, the largest male genitalia you've ever seen (not that that's a particularly large or diverse category, so far)...