Kate Upton, Charlotte McKinney, and Scarlett Johannson arrive for their 'audition'

You look yourself over in the mirror as you prepared for the 'audition.' You'd left rather specific instructions with your secretary Eve about how the day's proceedings were going to go. First of all, each actress was to be ushered to her dressing room the moment she arrived to prepare for the audition. They would be given their choice of costume and make-up, so long as they portrayed the character concept they'd been given to a T.

Secondly, you had a set assembled for the 'audition scene' that was to be performed. You'd inspected it yourself this morning and were blown away by the skills of your crew. Though you really shouldn't have been. Only the very best work for Manheim productions after all.

Lastly, you made a quick rule in the notebook that ensured that your secretary was 1. completely submissive to your every whim, 2. was as also a skilled camera operator in addition to being the very best secretary money could buy, 3. completely aware of the fact that everything going on around Manheim Productions is not normal, and 4. every bit perverted sexual deviant that you were. For fun, you also gave her the same misogynistic beliefs as yourself.

You giggled to yourself. Today was finally the day.

You fix your two piece suit as you give yourself one last look in the mirror. You looked better than you usually did, that is to say, still thoroughly below average by everyone else's standards. the suit was nice, but it did little to hide your overweight frame, and there really was no saving your face.

Oh well, you shrug. It wasn't as if your prospective actresses were going to care one way or the other. Well, they might, but they could hardly do anything to stop you, now could they?

You exited your dressing room and made your way to the set. Stretched out before you was the perfect recreation of a high school gym set up for a big reunion. There were tables set up, banners declaring 'Welcome Back Central High Cougars!' hung from the ceiling, and was a table filled with bowls of punch and trays of snack foods. Next to the High School set, though not quite adjoining it was a recreation of someone's upscale hotel room.

Working a large, crane-mounted camera above it all was your secretary Evie. She was naked from the waist down, one hand on the camera controls, the other idly pumping a dildo in and out of her snatch.

"Send them in!" You shout up at her.

"Yes, Boss!" She shouted back down at you before speaking into her walkie-talkie.

At her word, three of the most beautiful women you'd ever seen in person before walked onto the set. You didn't even attempt to keep yourself from gaping at them. Kate Upton, Charlotte McKinney, and Scarlet Johannson were all right in front of you. Better yet, they were each dressed like something straight out of your adolescent wet dreams. A fact that they all clearly noticed, as they were also eyeing each other up with a look of shame and disgust.

"Ladies, I'm glad you've all arrived here today." You greet them all.

"Thank you, Mr. Manheim. It is an honor just to be here. Seriously, I am so excited to get the chance to work with you." Scarlett says, giving you a wide smile.

"So am I," Kate says, bouncing on her feet a little. "I squealed like a schoolgirl when I first got your email. This is a dream come true."

"I can't wait to start working on your movie," Charlotte says, "I must've read and practiced the character concept you gave me a hundred times in the last three days!"

"Very good." You clapped. "Now, speaking of your concepts, I'd like you all to step forward and describe the character concepts that I gave you, in character."

The girls all glanced around nervously, obviously **** to do such a thing, as each of them was very uncomfortable with the roles that they'd been given, and were also **** to humiliate themselves in front of their fellow actresses. In spite of that though each of them looked a little flushed. They were working on your movie after all, and thanks to your rules, that was a very arousing experience.

"Kate, why don't we start with you?" You insisted.

"Of course." The supermodel turned actress said, stepping forward.

She was dressed in what could best be described as a porno's version of a business woman. Her slate grey business suit displayed an ample amount of her impressive cleavage, and her skirt was tight and scandalously short. Her legs were covered in fishnets and ended in a pair of six inch heels. A pair of glasses completed the look.

"Hi, I'm Kate Fuckaton." She said in a sexy voice. "I'm a successful business woman who built herself up in spite of the sexist and cut throat nature of my field. To the world around me, I project an air of confidence and a no nonsense attitude. I emasculate my male employees on a regular basis in order to get back at them for the cat calls and harassment I endured climbing the ladder." Licking her lips, places her hands on her hips. "Secretly though, I miss the cat calls and the harassment. It made me feel sexy, like a hot fucking slut. My greatest fantasy is for someone to treat me like a piece of meat. To paw at me and and call me a whore, to slap me whenever I don't call them 'sir' and spit in my face when I dare to talk back. I want a man to bend me over my own desk and fuck my ass, then after he's finished, to **** me underneath it and give him a blowjob. Then I want him to cum on my face, wipe his dick in my hair, and leave me there like a discarded piece of trash."

When she was done, Upton was very clearly breathing heavy. Though not due to rage or disgust. Judging by the passion with which she was speaking at the end, she was probably picturing herself in place of her character, and it had gotten her very, very aroused.

You grinned to yourself, knowing that McKinney and Johansson's descriptions would end similarly.

"Charlotte? How about you next?"

The bustiest of the three blondes stepped forward. She was dressed in what a long, flowing gown that could half be described as classy, and half described as whoreish. It was pure white, giving her an almost angelic appearance, which was spoiled somewhat by the fact that the front covered very little of her breasts, tiny straps holding up pieces of fabric that were much too small to cover up much of anything, displaying ample amounts of cleavage and side boob as a result. Her back was completely bare, and the dress dipped low enough to show a hint of her ass. Her hair was done up in a complex bun that was the very definition of class, and her eye shadow was smokey.

"My name is Charlotte McKunny, and I'm richer than you could ever dream of." She said with a haughty expression. "I married into money shortly after leaving high school, and I've never looked back. The marriage was a sham of course, I divorced my husband shortly after marriage and took half of everything he owned. Since then, I've been living the life of a socialite, looking down on others who are less fortunate than I am. I love lording everything I have above others." She bit her lip and cupped her breasts lightly. "In secret though... I moonlight as a cheap whore. I love getting abused by the men who buy me and manhandle me. I love getting **** to my knees and slobbering like a common whore all over a nice hard cock. I love it when they gag me and **** me to stare up at them, my cheap make-up running down my face. I love them shoving me to my back, spreading my legs and fucking me rough and hard. I love it when they maul at my tits with their hands and call me a whore. I love when they cum all over my enormous tits and pay me by shoving the cash right inside my freshly fucked cunt..." McKunny finished off her monologue with a whimper and a moan that sounded far too real to be acting.

"Alright, last one. Scarlett?"

A-list celebrity Scarlett Johannson stepped forward looking like she'd just come from an intense workout at the gym. A workout that clearly involved her showing off as much of her shapely body as possible. Her hair was pulled into a no frills ponytail, and she wore a subtle stage make up that made it look like she wasn't wearing any at all. In terms of clothing, all she had on were a 'sports bra' that was very obviously a push-up bra, a pair of pink yoga pants that clung to every curve of her hips and legs. Her toned midriff was completely bare, and she had a no nonsense look on her face.

"The name's Scarlett Johandjob, and if you make fun of the name, you're getting a busted nose and more." She said defiantly, cracking her knuckles. "I used to be weak and submissive, but after finally taking enough of other people's crap, I decided to woman up and become a badass. I'm athletic, I'm tough, and I can absolutely kick the ass of any man who doesn't know his place around me." Suddenly, her demeanor changed and the formally strong woman seemed to shrink in on herself. "I... I have a secret though, deep down, I'm still weak and submissive. I'm tough, and I'm a badass, but what I really want is for a man to take control of me and put me in my place. I want him to toss me around, to get rough with me and make me whimper like the pathetic slut I really am. I want him to **** me on all fours and fuck me like an animal, yanking on my hair and treating me like a plaything. I want to collar me as he fucks me and tell me he owns me now. I want to moan his name over and over again and tell him how I promise to be his **** and bottom bitch forever. I want to submit! I want to be a ****! I want to be yours!" She cried out, grabbing at her cunt and staring right at you.

You clap at her performance and she blushes, taking a few shakey steps backwards to join her prospective co-stars.

"Very good ladies, very good." You said. "I do believe I casted the three of you perfectly for these roles. Now the true audition can begin."

"The true audition?" Scarlett asked, still trying to catch her breath.

"Yes, we're going to be acting out an abridged version of the film that the four of us will be working on." You say with a smug grin.

"Speaking of, what is the movie that we'll be working on?" Kate asked. "I've been really curious since getting the e-mail."

"Of course, how rude of me." You said, fully intending to get even ruder by the end of the night. "I can just picture the marquee now...