The Audition

I returned to the closet.

Nice. The bitch was smart enough to keep bowing while I was gone.

She didn’t even look up as I entered.

“Rise.”

She slowly lifted her head.

And saw Lana right behind me.

Staring at her nude, groveling body.

Both of them looked mortified.

No, I’m exaggerating. Sophie looked mortified. Lana just looked…

Disappointed.

Man. Sad if I couldn’t shock her anymore.

Although I was about to put that to test.

Sophie nearly jumped up in fright, tried covering her boobs and crawled all the way to the back of the closet, curling up into a neat little ball.

“G-Get out! Lana! Get out! Now!”

I turned to Lana.

“Close the door, would ya?”

She nodded, and closed the door. With all three of us still inside the closet.

“Wh-Why is she staying? Jack? Jack?!”

I said nothing.

Slowly… Sophie’s original shock was starting to wear off.

Her face began turning into that lovely, rosy glow again. This was a sexually fused situation. With me, her and Lana. So… Her pervert little mind probably realized there was a chance.

A chance to see me skullfucking Lana again.

And she couldn’t help but go there immediately.

“Are… Are you two gonna…”

I ignored her budding question completely. “Isn’t this lovely? A reunion from Monday again. Although this time… I guess you’re the one without a stitch on.”

I gave her a silent, meaningful glare.

Her expression was turning grim again.

“Wha- Seriously, wh-why is she here, Jack? I… I did what you told me to, I don’t-“

“Yes you did. And it was at that point I realized it wasn’t good enough. You haven’t earned… this yet.” I pulled down my zipper, exposing my big, erect cock to her. It was so sudden, she had to take a sharp intake of breath and gasp like a woman from the 50s.

I flailed it around a bit in front of her, making sure she got a good look at it from all sides. All of my veins were ready to pop. And she couldn’t look away. I took one step closer to her, almost touching her nose with my tip.

She looked so hungry. So ready.

But nah. She wasn’t worthy of it yet… So I just zipped Little Jack back up again. Not that it was easy though. Not when he was this erect and big.

Sophie was definitely sad to see it disappear like that.

I turned to Lana, whose eyes were still glued to my groin area.

“What are you staring at? Get naked, bitch. I hate that dress.”

It was true, actually. She wore that flowery dress to office sometimes. It did nothing to emphasize her curves, and just looked frumpy. Fuck, I should really burn all of her clothing that wasn’t sexy as fuck. And buy new ones.

“…Yes, master.”

There was a lot less trepidation this time. After all, Sophie was naked herself, and she had seen every inch of Lana’s body already. And documented it well too.

While Lana was pulling down her outfit, I turned back to Sophie. She was watching the developing scene with intense fascination.

“No photos this time, pervert. This isn’t that kind of deal.”

“I… It’s… I’m fine if… If you’re going to, you know… make her kneel and-“

“No, stop.” Her hand was slithering dangerously close to her pussy. “Not that kind of deal either. This is still about you deserving to get fucked by me.” Lana stopped her undressing for just one second, but then kept going. “You need to prove to me you’re worth my time.”

I could see her nostrils flare up with anger. “Ti-Time? TIME?”

“Yes, time. Keep up. I’m a busy guy. I don’t want to waste even fifteen minutes fucking you if you’re a crappy lay.”

This time Sophie was just speechless. Or holding in her tongue, afraid of another self-slap. Either way, I loved how indignant and widened her eyes looked.

“Now…” I turned back to Lana, who just successfully dropped her panties to the floor along with her bra. She was completely naked now.

And fucking moist too. This tight closet still did wonders for her.

“Put this on.”

I reached into my backpack and pulled out something.

It was a strap-on.

I placed in Lana’s hands.

She looked up at me with her confused, sexy little face.

“Are you deaf? I said put it on, bitch.”

She nodded quickly, and though this was very likely the first time she ever wore a strap-on, she managed to pull it on really quickly.

This particular strap-on wasn’t double-sided. Lana was here to do a job, not get pleasure herself.

I also made sure to pick out the strap-on that was closest to my own size.

“no no no no…” I could hear Sophie’s little whimper behind me.

She knew where this was going. I mean it was kinda obvious.

I turned to her. “Calm down now. You haven’t even seen the best part yet.”

It looked like she was curling up more and more into a shielded little ball, but was still, for some **** reason, willing to hear me out.

I looked around the shelves, feeling pretty sure I would find what I was hoping for…

Ah yes. And abandoned Calvin Klein paperbag. This will do.

I placed the bag over increasingly confused Lana’s head.

It kinda fit her, actually.

Almost made me laugh.

“Wha- Wha…” was the only stammering I could hear from Sophie.

I wasn’t done yet.

I pulled out a big picture of my face that I had printed just five minutes ago, and a roll of tape. Few seconds later… My face was covering the front side of the bag.

Honestly, looking at my face, with Lana’s body… This was starting to feel real weird for me too.

But I loved weird.

I loved the fact I could make these women obey my every sick fantasy.

This is the best any man could ever hope for.

Sophie didn’t look happy though. Nor angry. Nor scared. Just… confused.

I’m sure she was biting her lip not to throw in some sarcastic comment about the whole situation.

I kinda wanted to hear it, and considered removing her Respect Lock for a brief while.

Nah, who has time for that.

“Okay, now… Here’s the thing. This is your audition. Lana will be interviewing you for the position of my fuckdoll. Do well with her, and I’ll give you a chance.”

Sophie very carefully chewed my words in her mouth. Then, ever-so-slowly, she finally got up. Despite all her nudity, she was suddenly not so concerned about shielding her privacy anymore.

She was too angry to care. Her dignity was making a last ditch effort to fight.

Her eyes were on fire, and she stared at me with all her might.

“You… are… a sick-“

SLAP!

“..fucking-“

SLAP!

“bastard.”

SLAP!

Okay. Three slaps there. Hopefully she felt that saying that was more important than the future swelling of her cheek.

I shook my head, disapprovingly. “Oh dear oh dear. That’s another few minus points there. To be honest, you probably don’t even deserve this chance, but… I think Lana has enough time to give you proper, deep-routing interview, don’t you think so?”

I looked at Lana, expecting to see her uncomfortable expression, but saw only my stupid, smiling profile picture staring back at me.

Yeah, no point staring at Lana’s face anymore. Just focus on her body.

“I… I…” Lana tried answering.

Oh my. Even my well-tamed bitch was having trouble with this. More fun.

Sophie was fuming. If this was a cartoon, her head would have literally been on fire by now.

“L-let me out. Now. I-I don’t want to- to do this.”

Each one of those words felt like pain for her to say. That’s because they weren’t true.

She was **** enough to do anything. And her pussy was running a trail of pre-juices down her thigh as she said it.

So I just grinned like the asshole I was born to be.

“Yeah whatever. You could’ve left at any point. You could leave even now. Take your clothes and go.”

…

Yeah, nope. She just stood there, trying to stare a hole through me. Boring.

“So, here’s what we’ll do,” I continued. “Lana here… In fact, take my vest. It might help Sophie get in the correct mood.”

I took off my vest and fitted it around Lana’s nude body.

“So yeah, here’s what’s going to happen. I’m a busy guy so I’ve got no time for this. Lana, I want you to film the whole thing. Use different angles. Things you know I would like. Make some eye holes in that thing, you’ll probably need them. And Sophie, from you, I want absolute devotion and the best sexual performance of your life. For all you know, Lana here is Jack for the next hour. Do your best to please me.”

Sophie grabbed the sides of her head and kneeled down. It almost looked like a mental breakdown.

Good place to start.

“Sophie. I believe you can do this. I want to hear moaning and stuff, and praising my cock etc. Not that I should tell you. You’re the one who should do your best to please me. Just give it you all. Make me believe that fucking you will be fun. You have a lot of minus points to make up for if you want that orgasm. I’ll review the footage later today. Lana, start filming already.”

A small hesitation from the baghead.

But… then she kneeled down, digging up her phone from her pants. (LANA: +1SP) (+98SP)

Wow. Lana was almost completely done. I should receive her final quest soon.

Sophie was still kneeling down, trying to come to terms with her current reality. I walked past Lana, ready to exit the closet.

I turned around once more. “Oh yeah, do it quietly though. Never know if somebody might need to use the closet today. And this one would be hard to explain, I bet. Oh and hey, if you guys feel like you want to go past the hour, that’s okay too. I’ll count that as multiple plus-points in my final review.”

Then, I left.

I really hoped Lana was a good cinematographer. This could end up in Cannes.