The Audition - A Navel Fetish Story

A Tough Decision

"Archana! Wait!" I call out, trying to keep my voice steady as I hurry up to her and the other woman. Both Archana and the woman turn to face me, their attention drawn to me by the urgency in my voice.

"Kesav !! What are you doing? Wait here !!" Archana hisses looking around awkwardly at the other girls who were throwing dirty glances at her for being called up ahead of them despite having just arrived. Though she didn't quite look it, she was also quite older and dressed very modestly compared to them. I might be biased, but if you ask me those heavily makeup-laden girls outside didn't hold a candle next to my naturally beautiful wife.

"Umm, is he with you?" the lady asks Archana.

"Yes Mam. This is my husband Kesav."

"Oh Hi, Sir !!...... I am Rosita." She says with a warm smile offering her hand for a handshake. "Would you like to come inside as well??"

"Oh! May I ?"

"Of course! We have comfortable seating inside where you can observe the proceedings."

"Oh, in that case, I think I'll come along," I say, casting a tentative gaze towards Archana. She nods eagerly, encouraging me to join.

'What the hell am I doing?' I wonder as I silently follow them into an expansive classroom-like space. My senses were screaming at me to stop her somehow. But how do I do it without creating a scene? Archana is sure to argue back if I try to stop her without any explanation. And explaining it is an awkward conversation I didn't want to get into with all these people around.

I quickly scan the room as soon as we get inside. There were just 3 other people inside besides Archana, Rosita, and myself. I immediately recognize one of them as the legendary director Mr. Raghavendra Rao himself - a charismatic elderly man with a bald head, white beard, and an obese body.

Raghavendra Rao was a director who made a name for himself through his unique style of portraying the beauty of his heroines on screen - which usually consisted of an overabundance of scenes that gives a lot of attention to their midriff area of the actresses, especially their navels. By now it was no secret that the man was a crazy navel fetishist. Having navel scenes in the movie was kind of his signature. Such scenes were expected of his movies now by fans and actors alike. Those girls that were waiting for their turn outside for their audition certainly knew this fact. That was why all of them were wearing some sort of belly-showing costume because they know that their chances of getting selected for a Raghavendra Rao movie might be dependent on the glamor of their bellies.

For navel-fetish guys like myself, the man was a legend. Growing up the scenes in his movies and songs were often the subject of my daydreams. But Archana, who wasn't familiar with Telugu movies, had no idea who he was or what would be expected of her if she were to be selected. She would never have come within a 10-mile radius of this place if she did.

He was intently watching something on his laptop when we came in. Beside him was a skinny guy with shoulder-length hair and a goatee. Judging by his appearance and the professional-looking video camera he is holding I figured he is some sort of camera person -probably there to record the proceedings of this audition. He was also looking over Raghav sir's shoulder and watching whatever Raghav sir was watching. They both look up and greet us when they hear us come in.

But the guy that caught my attention most was neither of these two - but the third one who was lounged out in an easy chair a few feet behind them like he was enjoying his own private sunbath. Unlike the other two, he didn't bother to look up or acknowledge our presence when we came in. For all, we knew he could be sleeping. If it wasn't for his toes which kept rhythmically tapping each other, I would have assumed him to be asleep. But the reason he caught my attention was none of these but his appearance. Even sitting it was obvious he was quite a tall guy. Dark-skinned, lean, and muscular - he was surely a model or an actor. He was wearing stylish ripped blue jeans and a white shirt which he kept fully unbuttoned on the front, showing off his chiseled torso which was smooth, waxed, and rippling with muscles. Just looking at him was setting my insecurities and inferiority complex on fire.