Arising to the Top

There was a bustle; though it was mid-December, and the slush of the wintry mix had begun to accumulate in its glistening majesty. Not for long though. Never long, for the pristine beauty of the white landscape was something that would soon enough be tainted by the ruts of tires and mud as it slung to and fro to clutter the gutters with the scum remnants of what had once been an untouched blanket of beautiful possibility. Within this flurry, a beautiful young woman with skin the color of light sandstone and emerald eyes, called Arisela, strode down the sidewalk of Seattle with a curious grin planted upon her rosy lips. Seemingly the sun was radiated down upon her with golden tendrils that spread out across her body; clad in a dark-colored downy jacket with pleats and round buttons, which made it difficult for the shape of her welcoming body as it was covered in such a modest jacket. And yet a ribbony shimmering brightness like that of the wintry sea in the gulf seemed to shimmer like lapis lazuli with glimmering luminescence within her dual-colored eyes.

Even as the sun's warm rays beat down upon her, Arisela was the vision of paradise and the wintry breeze of the day only seemed to uplift the sweet splendor of this resplendent woman whose hair shone like chestnut with a honeyed undertone, surely amplified by that same sun. And equally as beautiful were those enchanting eyes, full with a hue so eerily similar to that sapphire sea, they were sure to be the envy of any who saw them. Curling lashes fanned out across her supple skin and with her face free to the elements around her one could easily rake in the beauty of her angelic appearance. Though, the clothing she now wore did not seem to emphasize this innocence or purity; perhaps due to her willful ignorance of the place she had chosen to visit with her the producer for a film opportunity she had.

A bit foolish, at times, Arisela was unaware of her mistake with the job, however, perhaps most unwise, but she seemed so completely enchanted by the idea of working in a movie that her intentional swaying motions now brought her closer and closer to the destination she had been directed to via email and with increasing excitement, Arisela now ventured closer and closer; the aromatic with the scent of her perfume seemingly wafting upward with the release of her movements, and as her petite form came to stand before the edifice she had been directed to, her eyes peered down at her phone curiously as she murmured with a tugging of her lips and an inward breath,

”I suppose this must be it. Now, then - what was his name?” she pursed her lips as her eyes scanned over the directive invitation and grinning upon noting it she muttered aloud,

"Just ask for Nick.” How coy, went her thoughts; wondering if he would be like all the others and if this audition would finally serve to land her a gig that substantiated the cost of living in the Metropolis of Seattle. As she reached for the doors, she sucked in yet another breath and poised herself to enter what appeared to be a typical lobby - perhaps even rented for the duration of this stint, but this was not for her to question just yet. Eyes scanned the interior and clearing her throat she approached the only obvious person seated behind what appeared to be a makeshift desk, of sorts. Anxious and somewhat unnerved, by now, Arisela lifted her lithe arms to begin unbuttoning her coat as she slowly approached the woman,

”I’m here to see Nick for the noon appointment audition?” You're breaking my balls here, Clay," Nick said, exasperated and once again venting his complaints into the mouthpiece of his phone. This was the third call this week to from another agency calling to outsource his "talent" once more. These were the kinds of transactions that got the bills paid but with every major scummy studio having poached his talent it doesn't look like he'll be able to keep afloat this quarter not if things continue to go like this. He listened to Clay go over ever more suggestions to tempt him into giving up one more of his actresses but he wasn't going to budge, not this time. He took care of his girls and greasy Clay had them working in unfit conditions. Like hell, he was going to fork his talent over but as with all things in the entertainment business, a little delicacy goes a long way.

"Tell ya what, Clay, they are all booked solid through February. You know how it is, everyone's making Christmas movies. It's a niche. Yes, I hear you but I really can't help"

He sighed with relief when he saw Carla his secretary walk in with a young lady. Finally, an excuse to get off trying to deter Clay,

"Tell you what, I have just had somebody walk in, how about I call you later?"

Nick didn't wait for a response before he put the phone down. He reclined in his chair, a hand stroking his short beard before slipping to straighten his tie. He gestured with his other hand towards the couch opposite his mahogany desk. A quick nod to Carla told her she was no longer needed. Now, if at all she was oblivious to the sort of work waiting for her in this place, it would have been quickly learned, as Nick's small office was strewn with on a wall a poster for the sort of movies he supplies. No room for confusion there. He put on his pitch aura, as he stood, walking around his desk and sitting on its edge closest to her.

"Hello Miss. Don't be taken aback you aren't going to be thrown into the deep end right away," he let a small laugh escape him, "As I'm sure you've heard we act as scouts. We refer you to the big boys up in cooperate depending on how you perform. Heck, you could be the next Mia Khalifa. "

Nick loosened his tie a little. "Of course, we can't base assessments on sight alone. Or you'd have already passed. " He let the implication set in. This was the point most girls chose to leave - when it was implied that sex will be had, here on a white, leather couch. Part of him hoped she would leave. She seemed like a good girl.

"And well if that doesn't scare you, we can begin at your leisure. May I see you naked? Before we begin?"

The scent of the lobby rested somewhere between a sweet fruity aroma and the underlining scent of fresh paint; an odd sort of fragrance but indicated the place was clean, if nothing less. It all seemed rather thrown together, but considering how the black skirt she had chosen to wear to the audition clung to her hosed legs, she was just as guilty of that same thing; so who was she to judge?

Give everything a shot. Don’t be prejudiced and close-minded.

Ari reminded herself with a sense of discipline that reflected in the way she folded her jacket gently across her arm. The v-dip of her shirt accentuated her breasts and having considered that she wanted to present a professional look, Arisela had chosen to wear a beige lacy blouse; simple and light. Though, it certainly did nothing to prevent her from the scrutiny of many glances and glares and this had been part of the reason she had chosen the heavier winter coat. Although the weather outside was certainly the sort that was anything but delightful, Arisela, had wanted her outfit to be immaculate; and as inviting as her ripe and luscious body now clad in such refined and tantalizing attire. As she peered over the secretary, the man she had been set up to meet seemed to step up; shoving a phone in his pocket as he approached her. Dazzling eyes peered back at him, and slowly Ari’s feet began to traipse closer to him, but not too close - obvious that she was still conditioned to the social distancing clauses that had been employed for nearly two years since the outbreak of a pandemic and that very thing added to the stress of her need to be working - stat. Amused and distracted by this Nick, Arisela found her lips curving to produce an enchanting smile as she nodded toward him,

”Hello, Nick, I presume?” She asked politely, adding a curt nod as she neared him. The light cotton of her short skirt which came to a rest just inches above her knee made the rippling and inviting flesh of her ivory skin ever more apparent as she continued in her stride. Her top; light-colored as well, was an embroidered blouse that covered her midriff well, but left a bit of her cleavage exposed, even if only in a splicing of skin as the buxomness of her breasts lifted in rising with her breaths. Her arms, completely bared from the removal of her jacket, left no doubt about her fragility and the beautiful femininity of Ari’s inviting form, but this was not something that needed much more emphasizing as the voluptuous young woman’s body spoke in a language of its own and it was clear she had been shaped for the admiring,

“It’s my pleasure to make your acquaintance. I definitely need the work.” came her tender voice, but she had yet to come to fully understand how the process for Nick’s hiring went and so continued,

”To your instruction, of course.” Though she was shocked to hear that he wanted her to immediately undress, Arisela reminded herself of the fact that she desperately needed the money, and to that sucked in a nervous breath as she peered around once more, which caused a slight gasp of shock to flee the preoccupied woman’s lips. Her hand flew up with palm outstretched to slap against the fabric of her blouse causing a loud oomph sound to echo as her hand met with her breasts. In this manner, she took a moment to calm herself before smiling back at him her own eyebrow perking above her right eye as she struggled to understand what he had said.

”Is…this for… Adult entertainment?” came her stunned query, but from the expression upon Nick’s face, she already knew the answer and that she need not wait for him to speak, and so having heard the requests Nick made, Arisela drew her nimble fingers up toward the light blouse; steadily shaking a bit from the nervousness that such a situation was causing her and she began to hastily move to slide her buttons free of the blouse, quickly drawing her hand down the line of them before shaking her shoulders a bit and allowing the shirt to slip free from her shoulders. The riddling of chill bumps as they outbroke across her flesh was instant, and she doubled over at the waist to begin digging her nimble fingers into the elastic waistband of her skirt as she drew it down over her ample derriere. Beneath the blouse and skirt, she wore nothing but a white bra and matching cotton panties, no stockings, and then slip off the boots that rested upon her dainty feet.

A quick lift of her left foot and she allowed one heeled boot to slip from her tiny toes toward the ground, repeating the action once her nude heels once more met with the cool ground below. She then moved to unsnap her bra and shimmied her shoulders yet again, dropping the brassiere in a drape from her breasts as she slid her hands down the sides of her hips and began to ruch up the fabric of her underwear before prying them from her slender legs. Rippling thighs continued to wiggle in slight as she reached forth to crawl to the center of the couch in the corner and fell to a sensuous posture request such as she imagined an adult star might take, her legs falling to rest upon the couch and parting but an inch of space as she allowed her gaze to drift toward the producer before her and steadied her breathing for whatever he happened to suggest to come next.

Arisela, Nick thought, 'Too pretty of a name for the mire of this industry.' Chances were she was probably going to have to change it to the typically naughty stage names girls who succeeded in this business often did. He accepted her hand with his. She was well mannered, not too loud or boorish, and had a quiet agreeability to her that would do wonders for her in this line of work. The entire time, Nick was assessing her, as he would throughout their interaction with a keen eye earned from years as a talent scout. So far, he like what he saw and that wasn't even beginning to talk about how the proportions of her body suited the type of photogenic aesthetic necessary for adult entertainment. However, her question puzzled him. And his doubts were only confirmed when he saw her bring a hand to her chest in exclamation. Only then did Nick realize his mistake. Could it be that this woman was under the notion that this wasn't an audition for adult entertainment when she had arrived? Inwardly he kicked himself for not realizing this and following through with his overused sales pitch. He was just about to voice his sincere apologies when it seemed she recovered in an instant. He certainly wasn't expecting that. He could only nod as he saw her take in stride. She clearly wasn't shy and the way she steadily divested herself of her clothing was with the practiced hands of someone who could get used to doing this in front of a camera.

"You are something, aren't you?” He said whimsically, seeing her laying on her side on the couch as he sat on the edge of the desk. His tone softened, not one of an agent anymore but that of a doting teacher seeing potential in her, "You can relax you know,” he pulled on his tie as it came unraveled around his neck, set on his desk. He stepped out of his shoes, as he approached the couch.

"If we recommend someone who isn't uniquely skilled, our reputation takes a hit.” Such was the need for auditions like this. His chest now bereft of a shift was hard and chiseled, hairless. By the time he sat on the couch on which she lay, his pants were around his ankles as well so naturally stripped. He has had practice. When nothing lay on him but his socks, he lay on the couch on his side, facing her as she lay on her side, with a narrow empty span between them. Even without averting his gaze, he could feel the swollen head of his erection teasing in slight contact with her labia. He maintained the eye contact a second more, before looking down to make sure their loins met true. However, at the moment he permitted his hips to take that first leap into the confines of her body, taut and hot, he followed up the motion with a rolling over her, so as to orient them in such a way that she was beneath him when that questing cock's head sheathed in her flesh and came to meet her cervix in perfectly fitting carnal congress. He doesn't start until he can acclimate to the vacuum-tight embrace of her vaginal walls as he keeps himself fully immersed within her femininity. Soon he moves, hips circling like a sidewinder as a result of the rotation of his abdominal core so his movements looked like a fusion of dance and copulation.

"Try not to overthink it, just treat it like a job interview. Relax, and impress.”

The curvaceous and enticing young woman, allowed her knees to part a bit to accommodate Nick’s hips and towering stature, smooth skin rubbing against the unforgiving fabric of the couch beneath her. With her head held up to peer back at him, it was easy enough to gather that he was certainly testing her, if ever one had done so before. Specks of jade and sapphire swirled within her soulful irises as she peered up at him with a soft innocence that made her seem almost angelic, eyelashes fluttering to close in a coquettish batting as if to cast away the stain of her increasingly fervent thoughts.

Ari was wise enough not to lift those enchanting eyes to meet for any length of time lest she get caught up in emotions otherwise not needed. Especially, through the course of such a sordid scenario. And, yet though it could be said that one glance within her eyes might have been enough to send a gasp from any man's lips; capturing them with the depth of such exoticness. Such beauty she possessed, but the physical glory seen within her eyes spoke of the radiating golden heart and the spirit of true wonder that made her who she was.

Shades of dark mahogany, purple, and indigo seemed to layer together within her brunette, silky tresses, which now tumbled over the smooth tender flesh of her shoulders and continued to run like a waterfall that sensually slid down her spine as it met with the couch behind her. A rush of tiny goosebumps arose - each movement he made to position himself between her supple thighs drawing her heartbeat to begin to beat ever more wildly within her buxom chest.

Ari then flatted herself, arching her spine a bit forward so as to readily accept the unity of his quivering prick as it slid to meet with the glistening and rosy lips of her taut cunt. Now, that Nick had her voluptuous figure pinned beneath him, and with the coaxing urge of his deep voice; lithe fingers slipped down toward her labia, dipping into a v-shape as she lowered them further toward her heated core. As she arched her spine, her body released a low gasp; the swell of her ample breasts rising higher into the air as her rosy pert nipples quickly erected to meet with the cooling air. And then, Arisela began to utilize the beauty of her decadent figure to perform in such a sensuous display, creative as ever the crafty young woman had been or could imagine to be; creamy thighs working to butterfly only slightly to part, leaving a gap just large enough for her own hand to slip across the plane of her abdomen, down between the apex of her thighs, to splay her fingers in a wide V-shape as they found their way toward her labia. And, somehow, still, allow him just the space needed for the fluid motions she hoped he would mimic as her inner muscles flexed to clench tightly upon his thick and throbbing member. And, only then, did the enchanting female part her lips to grin with a fiendishly inviting smirk, tracing her tongue out across her lower lip as she began to clench and tighten the muscles of her cunt with unwavering dedication. And, even as she did this, Arisela drew her lip in between her teeth as she continued to hold her legs just wide enough for Nick's visual enjoyment, but hardly spread-eagle enough for all to see what her fingers now dared to show.

”Like this, Sir?”

She whispered, with sweet and sensuous delight, as if naturally provoked to do so - simply by being in such a compromising and lascivious position - well-centered to his lustful appetite. This was the last thing he would have expected from someone as poised as he. He thought it might take a little urging to pull into the mindset of operating so wantonly beneath the gaze of others but he was pleasantly surprised. It seems she has an instinct for this he would think to himself. The instant he was inside her walls took on an undulating folding and contraction around his sense-hungry phallus. That strongly stiff bundle of erectile tissues beset by the wavelike arresting of her wet inner walls was like a salve to his need. Pushing him to greater heights of sensory bliss and encouraging him to part with his masculine essence. He also thought she was attentive, as it was when his gaze lowered to her penetrated sex that he sees her fingers take it upon themselves to peel apart the petals of her fragrant sex as it swathes him in her nectar. She anticipated such a need.

Now, he finds himself thinking that perhaps it is a shame she should be limited to the noir world of the adult industry but he quickly got rid of that train of thought and chided himself for thinking such things. He was not a sprung schoolboy and this was his. His job. He eventually responds with a nod,

"Yes, just like that, but you should be wary. An act like sex can't be controlled fully."

Even as he says this, he feels the pall of her cream around his seizing organ waxing and growing in breadth, a welcome respite and a boon to the already accumulating tension between the visceral and raw contact between his inflated manhood and her moist flesh. How very wet she is. But he remembers amid his deeply weaving strokes that he was striving to make an important point about this job she was applying for.

"A man's release is harder to control, and there will be times that you can expect even the most disciplined to lapse and pour their seed within several times before the conclusion of the film. Are you certain you can do this?" He says but as he says so, amid the winding of his hips he finds that he perhaps unconsciously placed a sole hand upon one side of her waist. His point was made for him as a sudden blooming of warmth between her vaginal walls informed him that he had just parted with more than just a small dash of smegma inside her delicious sex. But his pelvic motions never ceased as he proceeds to incrementally (yet almost imperceptible) quicken his thrusts. At this point, he knows she can feel what he had just done. Perhaps she might find it objectionable? And judging by the adept use of her cunt walls, this was probably going to be a big problem for her. There were probably few men who would be able to contain themselves or have the presence of mind to at least pull themselves from her flesh before they proceed to divest themselves of cum.

Ari held her legs held in place, the silkiness of her inner thighs had by now become laden with the fragrant juices of the combined release of Nick’s pre-ejaculate within her and the fluids that proceeded to seep from her tight walls. She continued to keep her fingers in place, index finger slipping a bit, but not as to stroke across her clit, though she could not help but gasp in slight with the painfully slow thrusts that were widening her though the space between her thighs was scarcely wide enough to fully encompass the enormity of his cock. Biting in her lower lip slightly, a soft gasp slipped her as he filled her to the brim of his cock. As his hand came to grasp her hip, she tilted her head slightly, her satiny tresses shifting from over her shoulder and clavicle from the movement.

With a deep gasp, she drew in a breath and steadied her breathing as her free hand found the fabric of the couch beneath her, hoping to anchor a bit of it between her fist, nails digging into the fabric as if she wished to use it as a tether herself in this position from shifting further up the couch as the producer began to drive himself deeper and deeper with every forward thrust. Clenching the muscles of her vagina slightly she did her best to tighten and release her cunt walls to enhance the sensations of clamping down upon his cock. This strange action, she had no idea what it was called, but certain as ever it seemed to produce an array of sensations she felt must be proving to his enjoyment; and evidently, it was true as her tight pussy continued to massage against his girth, drawing him deeper into her womb with a delightful and inviting repetition as she continued to squeeze and release. As if the core of her heat alone was enough to milk his cock without any further motion needed from her. Though, this was by no means indicative of her laying motionless atop the couch as the producer continued to drive his coursing prick like a penetrating battering ram into her womb. No, the natural sensuality within her urged a sensuous melody to emerge from the core of her soul -and as if composing music using her body alone she began to slightly rotate her pelvis whilst still holding her legs as tightly closed as she could without forcing him from the confines of her now dripping sheath, but to hear his soothing speech as he directed her brought a reality to her mind; she would be here for some time in order to service each of these men he spoke of, but this man, Nick seemed to be her present instructor, who willed for her to do things with perfect grace.

An innocent woman with natural submissive sensuality who seemed eager in knowing she now had a purpose to satisfy and please, and having not been run in such a manner as she had now been done the girl’s body had been salvaged from absolute wrecking. Indeed, this kept her tight and well-fitting enough that satisfying the whole lot would truly be no difficult mission. Clutching still to the cloth upon the couch with one of her hands she parted her lips as a sweetly low and guttural moan released from her lips,

“This is the way of an audition then?”

Now, with those words uttered, Arisela once more drew her lower lip inward with a deep intake of breath, pearly teeth falling to pierce the sweet flesh of her lip as she bit into it, whimpering lowly with every penetrative thrust that he sent further into her now dripping folds. But, she was to hold true for pleasing and the thought of so many others coming to use her this way tugged at a side of her the young woman had never before pondered upon; a sort of devilish idea then began to sprout within her previously untainted mind. An adult film star, in the making? As naughty and free as she could possibly be her mind began to wander toward imagining her possibilities and the pride she hoped to bring with earning her way to success - the top.

Now, in this indecorous display of carnality, she acquiesced to the salaciousness of it all, eyelids falling closed lightly as she began to moan, low, then in increasing octaves. Her breasts began to bounce from the impetus given from his every forward shove. And then, the lewd noises of her cunt walls now slick seemed to produce the most obscenely beautiful sounds that melded with the tones of her low and inviting whimpers, as if the sounds alone were evidence of the skills of her training. Where this was meant to be humiliating, the actress's beauty in sound alone seemed to remove this. The sweetly alluring noises of her sex and vocal mewlings echoing through the chamber as the producer drove on, her body meant to be the vessel to service the removal of every seedy drop of cum that he held within the heavy balls that now beat into her taut asscheeks with increasing frequency. Of course, by now, Arisela's body was pliant and capable of molding into the couch with relative ease, and with the gripping bind of her hand, she drew her arm away suddenly, lifting it in an arc to draw nearer toward her face. As she did so, she turned her hand to grasp the couch so that now her arm was parallel with her hips and her fingernails embedded into the fabric beneath her. The only thing covering her chill bump-covered body was his gaze, and that for sure was the one thing that Ari imagined she needed to keep locked - in order to provide the service he so eloquently spoke of.

Ari then allowed her thighs no room to fall more open, however, holding true to the position she had first taken she weighed Nick’s words and recognized this being an opportunity of only her own boundaries limitations. How strange, she found it perplexing and tempting that she may soon become the object on record for the pleasure of hundreds of thousands. Never before had she thought of it, but now the idea of making money seemed to be taking precedence. And this was soon become no easy choice matter, and she held no real ability to object. She was already engaged in a somewhat sordid act - and it was called an audition.

So, there were only two options to ponder when the thought of mixing income with pleasure slid to the forefront of her mind whilst still avoiding direct implication of who she truly was. She turned her face toward the mattress then, lifting her arm to draw in a half arc up over her pristine features. The depth of her emerald eyes and the way her lips swelled just slightly in their soft ruby hue. Cascading dark locks had been her tell-tale feature from the moment Nick had first seen her and they had always fallen in a curtaining veil or swaying flutter to match her sweet movements.

Now, she aimed to use those lush locks as a makeshift sort of mask. Her body, he had given, and to their pleasure, she remained but her countenance now remained shrouded leaving only her full pouting lips to part into a sweet O-shape as the sound of her moaning whimpers once more filled the room. Now, the producer had begun to grow more intense with his thrusts and she could feel the pressure of her cunt walls stretching around him as he finally began to pound even harder and proceed to release ribbons of pearly cum into her scorching pussy.

And, yet, even as he did reach the moment of euphoric release, she willed her vice grip cunt walls to clench down hard upon his cock, grinding her hips into him as if she wished to squeeze out every last drop of his seed until nothing more remained. Finally, after a few moments, she felt herself clamp down upon him as her body squelched a bit of fragrant nectar upon his vein-ridden steel, drawing his heated pre-ejaculate deeper within her, and ceasing some of that creamy seepage from her spread-eagled cunt lips which lay splayed open for his hungry sight. As he pounded himself deeper within her, Arisela felt her body mold more into the couch, and she moved her face slightly more, ensuring that only her lips remained in view as she spoke. His body now towering over her, she lifted her chest in slight as his firm cock began to stretch her ever once more,

“Mm…will it always feel like this?”

She groaned lowly, her tongue slipping out to draw upward in a flick across her upper lip as she drew in a ragged breath and readied for the next deep plunge.