Rachel Pizzolato

You've always wanted to play the role of the sleazy agent, or producer - employing the famous casting couch for your own lewd purposes. And here's the opportunity to take most any **** hottie you can think of, and put them through the rigors.

The first name to pop to your mind is a fairly recent find: model, cosplayer and wannabe actress Rachel Pizzolato. Given your penchant for scouring the Internet for the best tits it has to offer, the algorithm proved its worth by suggesting her account to you. Spending most of her time in a bikini bouncing her tits and ass for the world's enjoyment, Rachel's entire persona centered around a desperation for fame. And that was a trait that played right into your grubby, little hands.

The room around you intuits your desires, and you blink before finding yourself in a spacious - if sparsely decorated - office. You're standing behind a desk, facing the door, with a wall of windows behind you. To your left is a small nook with a couch and small coffee table, buttressed by a mini fridge. You take a seat in the plush, leather chair to your right and the only item on your desk - a phone with intercom - blinks to life.

"Sir, your 11 AM is here..." a female voice advises through the speaker. You click the blinking light and respond, "send them in." Almost immediately, the door swings open and in walks a tall, busty Rachel, wearing a low cut red top, and jean shorts. Her legs and tits on full display, you lick your lips involuntarily like an apex predator spotting its prey.

"Mmmm, Rachel, good morning" you say offering your hand, feeling your dick thickening as you stand to greet her. She bounds over to you with a wide smile, breasts jiggling invitingly in her top - and probably by design. "Good morning, oh my God, this is such a nice office!" she beams with an effusive, bubbly energy.

"Benefits of being the boss," you reply, motioning for her to take a seat on the couch. You follow her across the room, taking the seat directly next to her. If she's noted that someone this important is dressed like they're unemployed, you can't tell from her expression. Sidled up as close as you can be, you place a hand on her exposed thigh and start to rub.

"So, it's down to you and one other girl for the role I have in mind," you begin. "And I called you in to see how you plan to set yourself apart."

"I don't think I understand. Do you want me to read for you again?" she asks, earnestly.

"No, no" you reply, hand moving steadily higher up her leg. "I was hoping you might show me how far you're willing to go for your big break..."