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I stepped into the audition room, my heart pounding as I surveyed the panel of three men sitting before me. The director, a tall and intense-looking gentleman, was flanked by the producer and the lead actor, both equally captivating in their own ways. I knew this role could be my big break, so I chose to make an impression. My outfit for the day was a daring choice-a skimpy bikini-style dress that barely covered my assets.
"Wow, quite an entrance, Sally," the director purred, his eyes roaming over my body. "Please, take a seat and tell us, what brings you here today?"
I smiled, feeling a rush of power as I noticed their eyes glued to my every move. "I'm here for the role, of course. I believe I have what it takes to bring the character to life."
The producer leaned forward, his voice low and husky. "And what makes you think you can handle this part, my dear? It requires a certain... openness."
I giggled, playing along. "Oh, I'm very open-minded. I can be whoever you want me to be. I'm here to impress." As I spoke, I casually crossed my legs, ensuring the hem of my dress rode up, exposing my thighs.
The lead actor cleared his throat, his eyes never leaving my body. "Impressive indeed. We're looking for someone who can truly embody the character's sensuality. Are you willing to go all the way to prove your dedication?"
"I'll do whatever it takes," I purred, leaning forward, my cleavage on full display. "I'm not shy, gentlemen."
The director exchanged glances with the others, a mischievous smile spreading across his face. "Very well, Sally. We want to see your interpretation of a scene from the script. It involves... self-exploration."
My heart raced as I understood their intentions. I played along, biting my lip seductively. "Of course. I'll give it my all."
"Begin when you're ready," the producer said, his voice thick with anticipation.
I took a deep breath, letting my fingers trail up my thighs, my dress riding higher. "She enters the room, feeling nervous but excited. Her heart pounds as she realizes what she's about to do." I closed my eyes, letting out a soft moan as my fingers reached my moistening core. "Oh... she touches herself, imagining their eyes on her, wanting to please them."
"Yes, Sally, show us," the director urged, his voice hoarse.
I let out a soft whimper, my fingers moving in rhythm with my words. "She's so wet... so eager. She wants to feel their touch, their desire." My breath quickened as I imagined their eyes burning into me.
The lead actor spoke, his voice rough. "What does she do next, Sally? Does she give in to her desires?"
I opened my eyes, my hand still moving between my legs. "She... she can't resist. She spreads her legs, offering herself, wanting their approval."
"Like this?" The director stood, walking towards me. "Show us how she pleases herself."
I bit my lip, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. "Yes... like this." I spread my legs wider, my dress barely covering anything. "She teases herself, building the pleasure." My moans grew louder as I imagined their eyes on my exposed body.
The producer joined the director, both standing over me. "That's it, Sally. Let us see your passion."
I arched my back, my fingers working feverishly. "Oh... she's so close... she needs release." My voice was breathless, my body on fire.
The lead actor knelt before me, his hot breath on my thigh. "Let me help you, Sally. Show us how you'd react to a man's touch."
I gasped as his fingers replaced mine, his touch sending shocks through my body. "Oh... yes... she's so sensitive... she wants more."
"More, huh?" The director's voice was a low growl. "We'll give you more." He positioned a camera, focusing on my exposed form. "Now, continue, Sally. Let's see how you perform for the camera."
I cried out as the actor's fingers worked their magic, my body trembling. "Oh god... I'm being recorded... they're watching me... it's so dirty."
"Dirty and perfect," the producer whispered, his hand on my breast. "Ride my fingers, Sally. Show us your pleasure."
I cried out, my body on fire, their words fueling my desire. "Yes... yes... I'm so close... I need it..."
The actor pulled away, his cock straining against his pants. "She needs a real man, don't you, Sally?"
I whimpered, desperate for release. "Please... I need it... all of you..."
The director chuckled, his hand on the actor's shoulder. "She's ready. Give her what she craves."
I felt the actor's cock thrust into me, the producer's fingers still teasing my clit. "Oh god... yes... I'm being fucked... on camera..." I cried out, my body welcoming the invasion.
The producer's voice was in my ear. "Suck his cock, Sally. Show us your skills."
I obeyed, taking the director's cock into my mouth, my eyes fluttering shut at the taste of him. The actor's thrusts quickened, his breath ragged.
"Look at me, Sally," the director commanded. "Tell me how much you love this."
I opened my eyes, my mouth full, and moaned around his length. "I love it... I'm a dirty girl... fuck me..."
The producer pinched my nipple, his voice hoarse. "Beg for it, Sally. Beg for our cocks."
I cried out, my body on the brink. "Please... fuck me... fill me... I need your cocks..."
The men quickened their pace, their grunts filling the room. "You're getting the role, Sally. This is just the beginning."
I screamed as they came, their hot release filling me, my body shaking in the aftermath.
"Welcome to the team, Sally," the director said, his voice laced with satisfaction. "Remember, this is what it takes to succeed."
Days later, on the set, the lead actor found me in the dressing room. "Ready for another round, Sally? We have a scene to shoot."
I smiled, remembering the audition. "Always ready. I live for this."
He pushed me against the mirror, his lips on my neck. "The director wants you to start the scene naked. Show the world what you've got."
I moaned, feeling a rush of excitement. "I'll give them a show." I peeled off my robe, my body on display. "Like this?"
The actor's breath quickened. "Perfect. You're a natural." He entered me from behind, his hands on my hips. "You're so wet, Sally. You love this, don't you?"
I cried out, my body responding instantly. "Yes... I love it... I'm a dirty slut for you all..."
The director walked in, camera rolling. "Cut! That's a wrap for today. But Sally, stay as you are. We have a special request."
I turned, my body glistening. "Anything for my fans."
The producer entered, his cock straining. "Our crew needs a special reward, Sally. Show them your appreciation."
I laughed, feeling empowered. "I'll give them a show they'll never forget." I took turns, sucking and riding, my body a vessel of pleasure. "Who's next? I'll satisfy you all."
The crew cheered, taking turns with me, their excitement palpable.
After that day, my popularity soared. I embraced my newfound fame, offering my fans a unique experience. At fan meetings, I'd whisper, "Want a taste? I'll give you pleasure."
They'd eagerly line up, and I'd fulfill my promises, my mouth and body bringing them bliss. I reveled in their adoration, knowing my fame was built on my willingness to give them everything.
As my career flourished, I whispered to myself, "This is my world now, and I love every dirty, wonderful moment of it."

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