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After all, she hadn’t been hired yet. In fact, she still had four auditions to go.

She rose. “Yes, sir.,” she said. After dressing, she walked to the door that connected with the outer office, where the receptionist was waiting to direct her–and the other applicants–to their next respective auditions.

* * * The Second Audition * * *

The secretary ushered Sharon into another room. Inside, another naked man, who introduced himself simply as Carlos, awaited her, seated in the middle of a long couch which, like the armchair in which her previous judge had sat, was upholstered in leather.

A thick rubber mat was in place on the carpet at Carlos’s feet.

Sharon stood inside the closed door, awaiting her instructions.

They were immediately forthcoming: “Strip,” Carlos commanded.

Sharon’s response was just as immediate. She began to unbutton her blouse.

“Look at me,” Carlos instructed her. “Watch me watch you.”

A voyeur, Sharon thought. She resisted the urge to shrug as she raised her head, looking into his dark eyes. He was a handsome man, in his mid-thirties, perhaps, with dark wavy hair; a swarthy complexion; a thin, jagged scar down his left cheek; a bushy, exaggerated handlebar mustache; broad shoulders; a hairy barrel chest; tight abs; a narrow waist; thick, muscular thighs and calves; and a nine-inch cock that stood straight up, past his navel, above huge balls.

He watched as she unbuttoned and removed her blouse; slipped out of her skirt, exhibiting long, sleek legs and frilly pink panties decorated with lavender lace; unfastened and took off her matching bra, exposing her firm, high, round tits; slid her underwear down her shapely thighs, past her knees, and along her calves, revealing her shaved pussy, a delicate dimple between her legs, and stepped out of the last garment–she wasn’t wearing, and didn’t need, stockings or pantyhose–and stood before him, splendid in the beauty of her nakedness.

As he’d instructed her, Sharon had watched him watching her as she undressed, and she was conscious of the effect that her nakedness had had upon him. The appreciation of her charms was evident in his eyes, just as his lust was obvious in his lingering, leering gaze. As he had probably known, his watching her had aroused Sharon as much as he himself had been stimulated by her revelations of her breasts and pussy as she’d undressed before him. His appreciation of her assets, like his obvious lust, was rousing to her, and her nipples and clitoris hardened, while her pussy became moist. He was rock hard, too, and neither of them had touched the other.

“Approach,” Carlos said, and Sharon walked forward, her breasts bobbing and swaying with every footfall. She was intensely aware of his eyes upon her body, ogling her boobs, tummy, hips, pussy, and legs. Once or twice, he’d even made eye contact with her, which sent an electric thrill up her spine and made her cunt feel queasy and her knees weak.

“Kneel,” he ordered, when she was within a foot or so of the couch, and, dutifully, she complied with his directive, kneeling on the thick rubber pad between his parted thighs. “You may begin,” he said.

Sharon had been told the purpose of this audition, and, without wasting a moment of Carlos’ time, she bent forward at the waist, her long blonde locks cascading over his thighs as she did so, and, parting her lips, took his rigid, standing cock into her mouth.

She started right in, her head bobbing up and down as she pumped her rounded lips back and forth, over the taut flesh of his risen, rigid cock. Her cheeks were concave. She moved her head from side to side as she sucked his cock, adding to the sensations that her warm-soft-wet mouth stirred in his loins. As she ministered to him, her hand, a loose fist below her mouth, also pumped the flesh back and forth, up and down, upon his straining cock. Her oral embrace became something of a dance as she thrust and bobbed and thrashed her head, her lips clinging to his shaft. She let his saliva-slick cock slide free of her lips, drew them along the side of his shaft, and paused to lick his balls through the tight, risen pouch of his silk-smooth scrotum. A thick strand of saliva connected her lower lip to the tip of his cock for a moment, before it snapped and fell away.

Above her, almost as if it were a luminescent halo, the circle of lamps that comprised one of the chandeliers that hung from the ornately craved ceiling illuminated her angelic face. It seemed somehow incongruous to Carlos to be seated naked on a leather couch in a room of such opulent furnishings and elegant décor while a beautiful, nude woman knelt before him, sucking his cock. He’d conducted auditions before, many times, in this same room, but, each time, he still felt as if he were getting away with something he oughtn’t to get away with, and he felt that the enterprise in which he, as a junior partner, was more than a mere participant, was somehow vaguely wrong, or immoral. He attributed these feelings to his Roman Catholic upbringing and to his financial success as a Latino man in a white man’s world. There was no reason to feel odd or guilty, though, he told himself. He’d worked hard, and he deserved to enjoy such perquisites as a white woman’s sucking his Hispanic prick. Besides, if she was good enough, he’d be helping her by recommending her as an associate.

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