The fluorescent lights of the audition room hummed, casting a sterile glow on the casting couch. Maya, a vision in a barely-there sundress, adjusted the straps nervously. This was it. Her big tits strained against the fabric, practically begging to be released.
Mr. Thompson, the casting director, a man whose eyes held a predatory glint, cleared his throat. "So, Maya," he began, his voice a low rumble, "you say you're comfortable with… nudity?"
Maya swallowed hard. "Yes, sir. I'm... I'm comfortable." Her heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what casting couch meant. This was her chance, her opportunity to finally break through. Besides, she had a perfect ass that needed to be seen. She subtly arched her back, showcasing her round ass to perfection.
He gestured towards the couch. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable? Let's see what you're working with."
She perched on the edge, her thighs pressing together. Her tanned skin seemed to shimmer under the harsh light. Thompson circled her slowly, his gaze lingering on her big boobs and the curve of her hip. "Impressive," he murmured, running a hand down her back. "Very impressive." He noticed her piercings and licked his lips. He thought to himself, 'this hot beautiful girl is perfect!'
He reached out, his fingers tracing the outline of her breast. A jolt of electricity shot through her. This was it, her audition was turning into something else. She shifted slightly, her tight pussy throbbing with anticipation.
Thompson leaned in close, his breath hot on her ear. "Show me what you've got, Maya. Show me how badly you want this." He pressed his lips to the nape of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She closed her eyes, surrendering to the moment. The casting couch wasn't just a piece of furniture anymore; it was the gateway to her dreams – and a whole lot of pleasure. This thick beauty was ready to give him the performance of his life. This was her official nvg audition, and she wasn't going to waste it.
