Ramya: Raj's audition (a casting couch parody)

Kiki arrives late afternoon to escort me to the audition. I am freshly shaved down there, showered, light makeup and my long black hair styled in waves. I'm as fit as I've ever been. I'm ready. It feels like my whole life has led up to this moment. I struggle to remain grounded with muted expectations. I'll probably have fun and lose my virginity, but Raj won't select me to be his wife. That would be crazy.

"No bra?" I ask. I'm in a luxurious silk robe that Kiki brought earlier, with only tiny black thong panties underneath. My breasts sag with their natural hang and poke through the thin fabric. Kiki is in a similar robe with her hair up, her smaller, firmer breasts nipping out as well.

"No, that's perfect. It's going to come off anyway. You look great, Ramya. Are you ready?"

I nod, grin, and take a big breath.

She leads me along a shaded path to a sleek, modern building tucked among the trees. It's round with lots of windows, but they are reflective, and I can't see in. "Wait here," she says, taking her robe off with a grin and hanging it on the hook by the door. Kiki's perfectly perky pair of B-cup breasts are bared to me, and she is in a sexy garter set with stockings. But she's not wearing panties, and I see her shaved pussy before she turns and opens the door, her taut, petite Asian ass the last thing I see before the door shuts in my face.

A few minutes later, she comes out and grins. "They're ready for you." She unties my robe, parts it to look closely at my body head to toe, then lifts and cups one of my heavy breasts and scrutinizes it closely.

"I lost some weight..." I say, already making excuses for their sag. She cuts me off with a shake of her head, then looks behind me at my ass, pulling the robe aside.

"Damn," she breathes.

I chuckle. "Thanks."

"Hey," she says, looking up at me. "You're my favorite so far. Just be yourself."

Then she shocks me by leaning up and pecking my lips before tying my robe again and leading me into the audition.

I walk into a spacious, bright room with elegant furnishings. Raj sits elevated on a large, throne-like chair at one end, looking every inch the powerful billionaire with calm, commanding eyes that drink me in. He's in a nice shirt and slacks. Two nude men stand waiting on each side: a super-hot, shorter white guy with an athletic build and average-sized cock, and the Pacific Islander man I dubbed "Aquaman" on the other side. Both men are flaccid. I see that Aquaman is a good five inches taller than me, and I am 6'1". His enormous dick hangs heavy between his muscular thighs. All three men stare at my breasts poking low through the robe before meeting my eyes.

Kiki guides me to the center, in front of a circular, raised dais. I grin at Raj. It's really good to see him again. "Thank you, Kiki," he says. "Please introduce this beautiful lady to us."

"Raj Patel, may I introduce Ramya Venkatesan, candidate for marriage."

"Ms. Venkatesan, you honor me by being here," Raj begins. "First I want to assure you there are no hidden cameras here, and both of these gentlemen and Kiki work for me and have signed NDAs as well. What happens here, stays here." I nod appreciation. "You can stop this audition any time you want, and you will still be treated with the utmost respect and be a welcomed guest on my island."

"Thank you," I say.

Kiki proceeds to give basic biodata that Raj already knows, then says, "Her medical exam is clear of any concerns. Her DNA test also found no red flags. Interestingly, she's a quarter German. That gives the lighter Indian complexion and probably her height."

Raj laughs and addresses me directly. "Did you know that?"

"Suspected," I reply. "The family rumors are true it seems."

"Strong moral values and regular church attendance. Outstanding career trajectory as the new CIO, strong compatibility with your business vision, and a wonderful sense of humor and warm personality that could make her exceptional wife material.” Then Kiki gives more information that shocks me. Intimate details about my parents and where they are from, my lack of criminal record, and other stuff that would require a professional investigator. Thankfully I have no skeletons in the closet, other than all the dick I've sucked and taking it up the ass on occasion. Raj would probably like that anyway.

"Any emotional baggage? Any boyfriends that might be looking for her?" Raj asks

"No mental health issues. No boyfriend now, and we found no evidence of a steady relationship in her past. The candidate is a prolific dater of non-Indians though. She has active profiles on three different dating apps. This is an area for concern."

I scoff and give Kiki side-eye. She gives a very subtle smile before continuing. "The candidate honors us by presenting herself pure before you. Although she claims to still be a virgin, I suggest you treat that with skepticism."

Raj is grinning, and I roll my eyes at the over-the-top monologue from Kiki. And if I'm not mistaken, the flaccid cock on the shorter guy to my right just began to swell.

"Did you uncover any nefarious intentions or reasons to not trust the candidate?" he asks.

"Although undoubtedly drawn to your success and wealth like all candidates, I believe Ms. Venkatesan to have good intentions. Her family has been searching for an Indian match already. In our time together, I've learned her interest in you as a person is genuine, and her values and humor are very compatible. She values her own career and accomplishments and insists she be allowed to continue there, even as she agrees to start a family. This was her one non-negotiable."

I feel a rush of pride. Kiki is really selling me… and it feels genuine. She also listened to what was important to me, and I appreciate that. Although I am the one auditioning, I still have to choose him.

"Noted." Raj leans forward slightly. “Your overall assessment, Kiki, before we get her naked?”

Kiki looks him dead in the eye with a bold smile. “She's our strongest candidate going into the audition. And... You don’t deserve her.”

Raj laughs, a rich, genuine sound, his eyes sparkling with affection. “Great review from my traitorous assistant.” The warmth between them is obvious. I feel a rush of unexpected arousal at being so thoroughly praised by the tiny Asian beauty.

Then Kiki unties my robe and slides it off, exposing my tall, athletic body in just the thong. My heavy, natural breasts sway freely, thick nipples already stiff and pointing down with their hang. The widows bring in tons of natural light, and there's no hiding the stretch marks and other imperfections. “The candidate is exceptionally fit,” Kiki announces, her hands gesturing to my arms and then down to my thighs. "She works out regularly, Crossfit mostly, and has lost weight. It's been a while since she lost the weight, and the candidate will likely continue these good habits through marriage."

Her small hands cup and lift my heavy tits for Raj’s view. “Her breasts are natural and very large for her elite level of body fat and fitness. But they show advanced ptosis, likely coming from their size and the weight loss. This sagging can be corrected with a surgical breast lift for a more pleasing look if Raj Patel desires."

I scoff and feel my cheeks burn as she clinically critiques my biggest insecurity right in front of everyone.

But Raj just smiles and winks at me. "Her tits are perfect."

"Please turn, so Raj Patel can assess your butt," Kiki says.

I turn, and the room has a great view of my butt in the thong. This is my best asset, and the playful whistle from Raj makes me grin.

"As you can see, the candidate has a very attractive posterior," Kiki says. "Excellent hip to waist ratio and lots of fullness in the buttocks from her strenuous workouts." Whap! Kiki slaps my ass, startling me and causing the flesh to jiggle. "Some imperfections and cellulite when she moves, and she has just enough fat left over to give it volume and a nice jiggle." I clench my cheeks reflexively at the comment and giggle. "Please take off the thong."

"Okay..." I reply nervously and slide down the panties. White Guy on my left is almost completely hard now, and Aquaman is beginning to swell.

“Please spread your legs more, bend at the waist, reach back, and spread your cheeks."

I hesitate for the first time. “Really?” I murmur, cheeks burning. I start to protest more, but everyone else just waits and expects compliance. So bend over slowly, arch my back, and reach back and spread my cheeks. I feel the air tickle my anus and my already damp slit open slightly.

"Perfect. Hold here." Kiki puts a reassuring hand on the small of my back and inspects clinically. "The candidate has confessed to anal sex with multiple partners, but there’s no visible damage or gaping to her anus. The sphincter is presumed to be tight and resilient."

"Perfect. Hold here." Kiki puts a reassuring hand on the small of my back and inspects clinically. "The candidate has confessed to anal sex with multiple partners as a way to preserve her vaginal virginity. There’s no visible damage or gaping to her anus. The sphincter is presumed to be tight and resilient."

I scoff at her choice of words. I'm an anal slut that calls herself a virgin, and Kiki is calling me out.

"Her pussy is shaved, and Raj Patel prefers the smooth, shaved look. Very nice. The candidate has an aesthetically pleasing innie pussy, with trim inner labia barely protruding. It presents an overall tidy and tight appearance, also Mr. Patel's preference. Okay, you can turn."

I meet Raj's approving eyes. "You look great naked, Ramya," he says, using my first name finally. "But can you use that body to please your husband?"

"A good sex life is important to Raj Patel," Kiki continues. "The candidate should bring a level of enthusiasm and skill to the marriage bed. To assess this, the candidate is invited to choose one of the men here and demonstrate her fellatio skills."