Chapter 13. 8pm Auditions Fuslie (OFFLINE TV YOUTUBERS)

Lights. Camera. Two hours of monotony.

Finding stardom isn't as great as it may seem.

"Thank you Hyoon, we'll be in touch," Brodin smiled.

Hyoon gave off her heavenly smile and exited the room. You audibly groaned as you leaned back into your chair, covering your eyes with your hands.

"How many more do we have?"

"Just the actor for Poki and we should be good to go," Brodin responded.

For the last couple of hours, you and Brodin have been hosting auditions for Pokimane's graduation video. Brodin had the stellar idea to make a sort of, play or act where Imane's life was acted out in front of her. This was a nice idea on paper, but then he followed it up by saying that it should be comprised of OfflineTV and Friends only, which led us to our situation here. The two of you had been sitting at a desk, watching your friends read out scripts and perform maneuvers all to your judgment. Your thoughts and his were being jotted down on a piece of paper.

"Well, let's get this over with. Next!" You yelled outside to the living room, which was where everyone was waiting.

At the same time you called out, Brodin's phone began to buzz. He briefly glanced at it.

"Ah shoot, I gotta take this. Just start the interview without me, alright?"

"What?" You were bewildered. "I don't know how to hold the interview for Poki's role."

"Just use that script over there, I printed it out. It's a manual for like, recruiting female talents or something, I got it online."

You looked over to his side of the table. Sure enough, there was a pile of paper that Brodin had printed out.

"Alright, I got it," you said, hesitant.

Brodin opened the door to leave, brushing into the next auditioner.

She opened her mouth to speak but Brodin pointed to the phone, mouthing that he had to take the call. He then gestured to you, and she turned around to face you, smiling and waving. You politely smiled and waved back.

"Let's get you sitting here, ok? Yeah, right in the middle there is good."

You turned the camera on to record the session and brought the papers up, straightening them on the table before placing them down, clearing your throat. The auditioner sat there with a pretty smile on her face, looking at the camera. She looked to be fairly experienced at this. You scanned the first couple of lines really quickly.

"Alright… could I just get you to state your name and the reason why you're here for the camera real quick?"

"Yeah sure," she responded. She placed her hands crossly on her lap and let her head upturn to the camera. "Hi! I'm Leslie Fu, otherwise known as Fuslie, and this is my casting."

"Great, that was really good," you said slightly robotically since you were reading off lines without any prior preparation, "How are you doing today?"

"Good, I'm doing good."

"Mhm, and… how old are you?" A little bit of a strange question but sure, whatever, you guessed.

"Internally, I'm forever twenty-six, but externally, I'm thirty."

Like a professional entertainer, there was almost zero hesitation in her answer. Fuslie's eyes were locked onto the lens of the camera, looking into it as though there were something behind it. She was a born show-maker.

"Tell me, why are you interested in auditioning?"

"Oh," Fuslie said with a hint of surprise, seeing as the both of you knew why she was auditioning, "Uh, I guess I just wanted to try something new? I've always been interested in this kind of stuff so I thought, why the heck not? I want to try new things!"

Reasonable, reasonable. This was shaping out to be a strange interview, but you were sure Brodin knew what he was doing. You briskly set forth to continue reading off the sheet.

"So Fuslie, do you consider yourself a sexual woman?" You looked up at her.

"Sorry?"

What.

You quickly fumbled through the papers again. No, clear as day, that's what was written. [Do you consider yourself a sexual woman?]

Confidently looking forward at Leslie and folding your hands into each other, you reasserted yourself. "Do you consider yourself a sexual woman?"

While Leslie, for the first time this interview, deliberated over her answer, you were frantically texting Brodin underneath the table.

Broding r u sure this is the right script?

After a couple of seconds, some bubbles sprouted.

Ye

Wow great. Well, might as well roll with it. You scanned the rest of the script while Fuslie tentatively formulated her response.

"Um, maybe, I guess? I was the one asking for it back when I was in a relationship."

"Mhm, mhm. Are you only interested in men or do you swing both ways?"

"I'm sorry, I really don't understand how this is important to the audition," Fuslie anxiously interrupted.

You didn't either, but you weren't about to let her know that. "It's just so that we can be as accurate to Pokimane's life as we can be. If you're uncomfortable with the questions, you're free to leave."

Whether Fuslie really wanted the role or whether (you thought was more likely) she felt a little hot at the thought of what was to come, she remained seated still.

"N-no, I'm alright, sorry. Please go on."

You smiled warmly at her.

"Could you move a little bit closer to the center of the sofa? We really want you at the center of the recording." The camera blinked red repeatedly, a continuous reminder that everything was being recorded.

You could see Fuslie begin to fidget a little as she started to catch the hints of what she was auditioning for. She obliged meekly and scooted over slightly.

"What brought you into this line of work?"

She hesitated for an answer. The laid-back feeling of the casual, friend interview was gone; it was instead replaced by a tense, thick fog of tentativeness.

"I guess ever since I broke things off with my fiance, Edison, I've been wanting to try something new. Get out there, you know?"

"Great, great," you lulled her. "Moving on, what's your favorite sex position?"

Fuslie blushed and moved her eyes away from the camera. Her innocent demeanor was starting to turn you on. At this point, you kinda didn't even care about the script. She's into it, so maybe the move was to just loosely follow its guidelines.

"..oggy…" Fuslie mumbled.

"Could you speak up a little? Camera didn't quite catch that."

The tips of her ears were red at this point. "Doggystyle. I used to do a lot of anal." She repeated it, lip trembling. Her breaths were coming out in steamy pants at this point, her aura radiating like a bitch in heat. It was probably time to move things along, see if she was willing to go all the way.

"Alright, just one more thing before we get into the actual auditioning segment. Could strip down and show yourself off to the camera? We just want to get a record of your body type."

Funnily enough, this was somehow less forward than what the script was telling you to do. You were supposed to just outright fuck her in that position after that according to the print below. What could you say? There was an appeal in a slow tease.

Fuslie's mouth was agape with the weight of the task. There was an awkward lull in the conversation as she internally debated (something that could be edited out of the recording easily in post), but her obedient, timid nature kicked in as she finally move her hands to the straps of her dress. Each of the thin laces fell past her arms slowly as her hands drew them along her skin sensually, before she started unbuttoning the front of her dress. Eventually, it all fell to the floor and she was left only in her pastel, plain white undergarments.

"Could you, uh move your hands away? I want the recording to get all of you."

Fuslie moved her hands behind her back, and you could see her entire figure. Her supple tits, toned stomach, and fantastic ass were all laid bare for you, and anyone who would come to get their hands on this tape, to see. Well, enough games you suppose. If Fuslie was going this far, you knew she would go all the way.

You stood up and palmed the camcorder off of the tripod into your hand. Fuslie's head turned up to maintain eye contact with you while you stepped up to her. All she could see was the lens of the recorder as you stood erect, looking down at her. With your free hand, you unbuckled your belt and slid your underwear down slightly, letting the full weight of your massive cock spill straight into her face.

"Blow me."

If the time to call it quits was ever prevalent, it was now. Fuslie, however, looked cross-eyed forward, directly at the towering rod before her. You thought your mind was playing tricks on you, but watching the footage after you were confident: she was quite literally drooling at the sight of your cock. Slowly, as though this were a freshly served meal that had just been plated before her, she started to savor your cock. Sensual, smooth runs of her tongue sent shivers down your back as she ran it from the stretch of your balls all the way to your tip.

"Where'd you learn this," you grunted, placing your free hand on her hair, "Have you auditioned for other roles like this before?"

"Wheh I wah youngher, yah," she replied, not bothering to stop her recorded take. "Ith's how I gaht into– streaming." The last word rang sharply as her tongue finished its passage and she gulped everything down. Her saliva, the stench of your cock, and the beginnings of pre-cum formulating at your tip. "I shot ah couhle viheos."

Fuslie wasn't lying. Her blowjob game was high-end, to say the least. Everything from the way her doe eyes peered up at you innocently to the purposeful swirling of her tongue at your tip told you that Fuslie had done this before, and well. The camera was no deterrent. You had been expecting a virgin experience but received the opposite. Wonder what other skills she had prepared for an audition like this. A glimmer of a pout flashed on her face as you pulled away from her.

"Get yourself ready for me." You spat on her exposed cunt.

Fuslie giggled, moving back onto the couch with her legs up on the seat pillows. With quick, experienced motions, the expensive lingerie fell to the floor. You made sure to catch every second of her strip tease. Her hands shifted over her folds to start playing with them. She was certainly putting on a show for the camera, begging into the lenses as you stroked your cock, preparing for your eventual impaling of her mature pussy. The sounds of slick probing echoed in this rather empty room as her juices began spilling out, lubricating her walls.

"Fuck me, please!" Fuslie gasped. "I want you so bad right now."

Who were you to deny a woman's request? With the camera poised in hand, you made your way over to Fuslie. You made sure that her entire, petite figure could be seen in the recording, from the lip bite on her face all the way to her needy, delving fingers playing with herself in preparation for your dick. You slowly crouched down onto her, sliding your cock slowly and powerfully into her snatch. Fuslie's arms went behind her back as she clutched the top of the couch. She reeled against the shock of such a girthy rod entering her.

"O-oh fuck, my fiance wasn't t-this big," she stammered.

She was going to continue her sentence, opening her mouth, but you stopped that business quickly as you impatiently started thrusting into her, pushing your cock all the way to her cervix.

"AH! AH! OH, My, GOd!"

Her demeanor abruptly changed with the intense battering of her womb as her nose scrunched up and her eyelids fluttered half-closed. You continued with your job, recording each and every second of Fuslie descent into depravement, relishing in the fact that you were surely going to upload this online later. It would be a crime to deprive the world of such a fine slut. Even though Fuslie would do her best to delete such records of it online, very astute perusers of the internet would find, and enjoy, the content.

You steeled yourself from blowing your load too early, trying to get the recording to be up to standard. Normally you'd have cum your brains out five to ten minutes in with a beauty like this, but you wanted the cumshot to be deserved. As such, you thought about where'd you eventually finish.

"YES! YES!"

Her face? The thick globlets of cum dripping down her forehead and hair were certainly appealing. You could maybe even get some into her mouth to swallow.

"ooHHhhHH! PLEASE, HARDER! HARDER!"

As much as you wanted to, cumming inside of her would be bad fap material when looking at the recording after. You really wanted to defile her in a way that humiliated her.

"OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH OH MY GO– I'M CUMmmMING!"

As Fuslie convulsed and spasmed on your cock, tightening blissfully as though trying to extract your cum, you knew where you wanted to finish. You pulled your cock out and lay it on her stomach, pointing up, as white, sticky ropes of hot semen shot up like a fountain onto her perfect tits. Using your cock, you smeared it over her tits before rubbing your rod against Fuslie's lips.

"Clean it."

The final recording ended up having Fuslie tainted with your seed, lovingly taking your cock into the side of her mouth against her cheek, before fading to black.

—

As the door shut with Fuslie gathering her things and dressing, you returned to your seat. That was a damn good script. Let's hope you get to do these auditions with all of the applicants.

As you were thinking this, with your legs kicked back onto the table, grinning, Brodin finally returned to the room. You quickly put yourself back in a proper position and cleared your throat, reshuffling the papers.

"Sorry for the long wait," Brodin apologized, "Some business came up with the future project. One of our interns had to leave and we were talking about what to do."

"No prob. Honestly, it was a good experience to do an interview by myself." You replied wickedly.

Brodin looked over the papers. Then he squinted down. He turned them over and scanned them.

"Hm." Brodin paused, then looked over to you. "This is the wrong script."

"Hm."

With the mishap sorted out, you continued to film the rest of the auditions (the correct way). After some hours, the performances finally came to an end and you cracked your neck and sighed, stretching your arms out. Brodin was deep in thought, pen clicking in his hand as he looked over all of the applicants once again. With a final click, he put the pen down and spoke to you.

"You know what, maybe we should just keep this in the immediate OTV group. Have Lily play Poki or something. I think it feels more genuine that way."

You blankly looked back. Hearing it out loud, you didn't know why you didn't think of this before. You agreed, but that basically meant that this entire process was a waste of time.

"Sure…" You responded weakly.

Brodin smiled and patted you on the back. "Great job out today, we got a lot done." Did we, though? Brodin didn't seem to notice your snarky expression, instead opting to simply pack up all his stuff.

"You've got tomorrow off so have fun," he said as he wrapped his coat around him, "I'll see you on Wednesday!"

You waved him goodbye. As the door closed, you slumped in your chair. Well, you've got a free day tomorrow.

It's just that final matter of dealing with her at midnight.