43. A Special Roleplay and The Final Auditions. R-18

Disclaimer: The story that I have written here takes on the names of real people, but this story is based in an alternate earth with some changes in its timeline.

This story does not intend to represent the celebrities/real people or make any commentary on them whatsoever. This story is entirely fictional, and it should be viewed entirely as such.

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Recap of the previous chapter -

We see Salma Hayek wait outside Mark's office, dressed to look her best. She is a bit apprehensive about sleeping with Mark for his favor as she had only done it once before and it left a bad taste in her mouth.

She is invited in, made comfortable by Mark through his assuring her that she had already gotten the role of Marta. He tells her that he wanted her to sleep with him for real benefits like him having her back, his advice and counsel; and him writing characters which she could play in his movies or TVshows.

Salma is touched and very grateful at his offer, she goes for a kiss and it slowly morphs into something more intense, more passionate than she could have imagined. She starts enjoying the lovemaking with Mark and completely forgets about the deal. After they both climax in throes of passion and love, the chapter comes to an end.

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~ Salma Hayek's POV ~

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Date: 2nd May, 1990.

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Location: at the Eidolon HQ.

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Time: 09:48 pm.

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{Highly Descriptive R-18 CONTENT Ahead}

She just had the best night of her life, Mark really wasn't joking that he wasn't done with her yet. They made love to each other three more times, he took her relentlessly once from behind, once with her on top and finally they made love slowly, taking their time.

Mark was gentle and delicate the last time took his time, making her feel the entire length of his huge girthy beast. She had lost count of how many times he made her cum on his beautiful cock after the first 8 times.

He was definitely not a mere mortal, normal men simply couldn't compete with his insatiable sex drive, his stamina felt like it had no limit. To save herself from the embarrassment she requested him to stop so that they could eat something for dinner. He truly was a man of many talents as he showed her another one of his.

He was an excellent cook as well, the speed and proficiency at which he whipped up burritos from some left over fried rice and also made a quick chili to go along with it. He truly was the best boyfriend/husband material any woman could dream of.

He was an absolute beast in bed, whether it was hard and fast rough sex or tender love making. He was good at both, the way he satisfied her, it felt like she had had sex for the first time of her life.

She knew she should get her wild thoughts under control, but she couldn't, she realized that she was falling for him, hard. She wanted to show her appreciation for his hard work, so she offered to massage him.

When she was starting out, she had worked as a masseuse in a spa part time. They allowed her to enjoy the facilities for free and even use the high quality products sometimes, she was also working as a model at that time.

"Hey Mark, how about I give you a massage?" she asked him as she slowed massaged his shoulders.

Mark groaned in satisfaction as her nimble fingers worked on kinks in his shoulder muscles. He nodded and just said, "sure, do you want me to sit or lay down?"

"Just let me get underneath you and rub your shoulders for you, here lay your head on my thighs." She said as she continued her tender ministrations and repositioned herself.

She told him about roleplaying as a masseuse who is with a "special" client. Mark instantly nodded to give his approval.

Watching him enjoy her massage filled her with a deep sense of satisfaction and joy. But she wasn't done yet, no the play had just begun. "Oh my poor baby, your muscles are so tense, you really needed this massage didn't you."

She was really getting into character. "Just try to relax, you can lean back against me if you want. That's right, lean back against my soft warm body and relax."

"You like the feel of my big tits against your back? I saw you looking at them when I was taking off my robe. You couldn't take your eyes off them." She giggled as she teased him about staring at her tits now fully in character.

Mark just moaned as he relaxed even more, he couldn't say much of anything as he felt like he was in heaven.

"Your shoulders seem to be finally relaxing, you want me to work on your legs now?" She asked not really expecting a reply but Mark seemed cognisant enough to answer her with a yes.

"Excellent choice, sir, leg massages are my specialty. I know your legs must be so tired and sore, lifting that women as you fucked her against the wall or when you lifted her carried her around like she weighed nothing."

Her voice had gotten more sultry and seductive. "I am going to rub all that away, just lean back on the pillows and relax, yes, that's better." Mark did as told not wanting this fantasy to end. "Let me massage your aches away."

"You do have very nice legs, I love a man with thick bulky legs and you look like you have almost never missed a leg day in your life." she giggled slightly.

"I am going to have to move up a little higher now, to get your inner thighs. Spread your legs a little more for me."

Mark again did as she requested and his rock hard shaft was aiming right at her.

His sizable balls just a few centimeters away from coming into contact with her fingers.

"Mmhmm, that's perfect." She stifled her moan as she looked at that glorious pillar of virility. One that had made her go crazy from the endless throes of passion it made her experience. Ruining her sex life with any other potential "mortal" men.

She went back to roleplaying to keep herself distracted from his tool, "keep breathing in slowly while I rub your inner thighs."

"Does that feel good? Do you like it when I touch you like this? She giggled as she accosted him again. "You weren't paying attention to a word I said, are you? You were staring at my big tits again." she giggled again airyly.

"Don't be shy, I want you to look at them." she was almost at her breaking point. She just wanted to suck that beautiful cock like its an ice-pop.

"Do you wanna touch them? You can if you want. Mark moved his hands to grab onto her tits, never before had she felt more grateful for her generous bosom as Mark really seemed to like em.

She reminded him, "just be gentle, hold them in your hands and squeeze them softly." She whispered and moaned as Mark did just as asked, with gentle care trying to bring her the most pleasure.

"Aahhnn, that's right, ohhh that feels nice." she moaned again as her kneaded her sensitive nipples and her big, soft tits.

She went back in character the moment she got her bearings. "I am just going to move my hands a little bit higher on your thighs now, oops oh I'm sorry. I didn't mean to touch your dick."

"It was just an accident, you don't mind, do you? It was really hard though, are you gonna be okay?" She asked, pretending to be concerned.

Mark felt like he was in some porn flick, one with just slightly better dialogues and a woman with a body that was all natural instead of being made out of plastic. But he didn't want to disturb her moment as he knew it would lead to his pleasure.

Her voice took an even more seductive tone, Mark felt like if Jessica Rabbit were to have a voice, this would be it.

"It must be painful, having such a hard cock." the way she said that cock made Mark have goosebumps.

"It looks really tense and throbbing from unreleased pressure. Maybe I can help it relax, I am not supposed to touch the customers like that, but if you promise not to tell on me. I'd be happy to try and relieve you, would you like that?" she said with a sly smirk

"Do you promise not to tell on me? Mhhmm just keep relaxing, uff wow it's really hard, I am just going to rub it slowly for a minute. Does that feel better? Does my soft dainty hand feel good stroking your hard girthy cock." She was moaning now as Mark was playing with her sensitive nipples and pinching.

She felt like she could cum again just from feeling his hands play with big soft tits, she loved feeling how much in love he was with them as with every other part of her body.

She showered his cock with kisses, tracing her soft moist tongue over every ridge and vein of his throbbing cock, not leaving a single centimeter of it untouched by her lips and mouth.

Mark grabbed her by the hair and brought her down to his hefty balls, essentially burying her face with them. Her nostrils were filled with the scent of his musk and she got goosebumps from the arousal as she took in his manly scent.

She enthusiastically rubbed his balls all over her face, even after he let go of her hair, she continued to rub her face all over his balls, sticking her tongue out and licking every inch of him that she could.

"Fuck, even your balls are so big. Now I know where you keep all that delicious cum." She said between sucking his balls and stroking his cock with both her hands as one simply wasn't enough for that thick monster. She still couldn't believe how he was able to fit that inside her.

"Try to slow down your breathing baby," she said as she removed herself from his huge balls, "you need to try and relax, take a deep breath for me and focus on my hand slowly stroking up and down your cock."

Mark felt her strong grip, it felt heavenly, she stroked him with both her hands, on his entire length and she buried her face in his balls and sucked them gently. He could feel his load build up from the pleasure.

She couldn't wait anymore, she took the angry red head of his cock and kissed it reverently as if thanking it for all the past orgasms and also the future ones she knew it would bring her. And tried to take him all in, she was barely half through when he reached the back of her throat.

Her gag reflex kicked in, but she powered through it, the constricting space of her throat only enhancing his pleasure further. After a few minutes of deep throating him, Salma was almost ready to tap out. She took him out and pleaded,

"Sir, it has been a long day and I am a little tired. But your pleasure comes first, so could you please use my mouth as a fuck hole so satisfy your beautiful cock and cum down my throat when you are done with using it."

Mark couldn't be more aroused and horny than at this moment. He grunted and said, "of course, I will. You just lay back and surrender yourself to me. I will take care of the rest."

He cradled her head holding by the base of her neck and head, pulling her head in and out gently. She acquiesced in him directing her head and mouth and he slowly began to fuck her face.

We both moaned and shook with exhaustion, release and lust as he fucked her warm, slurping wet mouth. In its own odd way he could say it was tender and relaxing, even though every nerve ending in his cock head was so sensitive that the tip of his dick felt like it was almost on fire.

Even with the lessened intensity of his pumping in and out of her mouth slowly, her tongue was maddeningly intoxicating, given that he had the hypersensitivity that came after an extended period of sexual intercourse.

Despite that exquisite, almost painful over-sensitivity, he drew her lovely, beautiful face, now so submissive and passive in contrast to the fierce sexuality of before, in and out of his dick.

Even though he had cum 4 times in the past two to three hours, her tender, needy sucking brought his balls back to life as he felt himself almost ready to cum. Her eyes still closed, Salma whimpered gratefully as she suckled and slurped on his cock as felt it grow and harden in her mouth.

She was exhausted and needed the relief that only her lover could give her - a nice, thick cock in her mouth and a delicious shot of tangy, fruity cum right down her throat.

His thrusting sped up, his fingers buried themselves in the thick curls of her ebony hair as he gripped her skull. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she trembled all over as she began to cum, right as Mark came as well, filling her compliant, hot submissive mouth with his seed.

His fingernails dug into the back of her head as he panted through grit teeth. He forcefully pulled her loving, submissive wet mouth as deep as he possibly could onto his cock and held it there as he shot his cum into her mouth and down her throat.

Her nose was buried in his pelvis as he breathed in his scent, she again felt intoxicated by his manly musk, prolonging her orgasm. The trembling that had swept over his body now communicated itself to her and they shivered and spasmed in tandem with unbearable climactic intensity.

She shook in orgasm and squealed a little despite the cock stuffed in her mouth, grateful to receive his seed. She licked her lips dreamily, savoring the taste of his cum and the memory of his cock between her lips.

"I hope you like my little roleplay." she said with a blush.

"Ofcourse, it was definitely one of the best blowjobs I had in my life. But the person who gave it to me, made it even more special." Mark replied as he got up and used some tissues to wipe the smatterings of his cum from her face as well as he could manage.

After he cleaned up, he brought the blanket over them and hugged her close to his chest, laying her over him. Her head rested on his chest, as they snuggled up he felt breath even out, passing into full slumber.

{Highly Descriptive R-18 CONTENT ENDS}

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~ Mark's POV ~

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Date: 3rd May, 1990.

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Location: at the Eidolon HQ.

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Time: 08:28 am.

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Salma had just left after their talk about his complicated dating life. She hadn't immediately rejected the idea of being a part of his harem. But she wasn't excited about it or over the moon as well like Evelyn.

Which now that he thought about it, is actually the normal reaction when someone's lover selfishly tells them how they want to create a harem. Well at least she hadn't thrown her shoes at him and called him a jerk so he will take that as a win.

The first draft of the stories selected by Tony and Howard had finally arrived, Howard had chosen Halo and Tony went with the one he was drawn to from the very beginning - Vinland Saga and it showed.

Whereas Howard's draft might need some more work and revision, reading Tony's draft, Mark felt like he had obsessively researched Nordic, Viking and pirate history and culture. The draft was better than anything he could have asked for.

But the timeframe was too short, he felt like Tony must have spent many nights staying awake to get this draft done so fast with such great quality. He should probably have someone check up to see if he's okay.

Mark quickly wrote down the things that were in need of change, that which needed to be emphasized and that which needed to be written with more subtlety. He knew after a couple of more tries Howard would have a proper draft ready.

Till then he would focus on writing Vinland Saga, with his proficiency and speed he was certain he would finish the book before the shooting of Knives Out was completed.

The book would be the first to be published under the banner of the Immortal Writers Association so he wanted it to be perfect with no places where people could point out that it wasn't up to his standard.

He kept writing till 2 in the afternoon, only stopping briefly to call in lunch from the in-house cafeteria. It was delivered by his pair of new secretaries, evaluated and chosen personally by Evelyn and she sure did know how to pick them.

They were in their mid 20s, a beautiful heart shaped oval face and a perfect hourglass figure. Their enchanting and melodious voices only helped to earn them bonus points.

They were quite affectionate and touchy, not that he minded but he had already devoured the gorgeous, Salma Hayek. So his appetite for buxom women was filled for now. Also he would be late for his meeting with Eva if he decided to partake in their offer.

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~ Third Person POV ~

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Date: Same morning, 3rd May.

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Location: In one of Mark's apartments.

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Time: 8:04 am.

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She was getting ready to leave for work when she heard it, the triple knock. It was the signal they had agreed upon to let her know of the arrival of a new letter. As she went outside she saw a nondescript delivery guy leave her a package.

Usually it's just a letter or a book but this felt more like a gift. She picked it up and brought it inside, her daughter came running to her asking if it was another letter. In her ever growing curiosity she never stopped asking about them.

And one day she finally gave in and told her bits of the truth, that they were from mom's friend, that they helped her. She kept it as vague as possible, but her daydreams asked if the person was going to be her new dad.

She had choked at first at the abrupt question, from the way her benefactor spoke, she was quite certain that they were a man. But she never looked at it romantically, but she did question why he helped her, not that he ever answered.

He had helped her get out of the dead end part time job where she was barely making enough money to make ends meet. For three years she had suffered after her husband had decided to divorce her at a young age of 20.

Leaving his wife to fend for herself and her unborn child. Just a few months later she welcomed her babygirl to this world. Taking care of her daughter and working part-time was hellish but she had survived. It was on the faithful day where she had been delayed on a train causing her to be fired. She felt like that day would be one of the worst as she was out of a job now.

But when she arrived home, she found a letter in the mail, one with no sender's address. At first she thought it was a prank or mistake and went to throw it in the garbage. But her intuition told her that it might be something important, it's not like she stood to lose something if she read it.

And she did, it was from an anonymous sender, he told her how he had come to know about her situation from a friend and that he would like to help her out. The person obviously knew her well as the letter also said just that.

The person said that he could help get a better job and even move her and her child to a safer neighborhood and she can pay them rent to not feel like a freeloader. It was the day her life was changed, he had become good pen-pals, she always vents about her day to him and he tells her about his books.

He doesn't name them and tries to stay vague about topics but she felt a good connection with her benefactor. Anyways she read the letter after setting up her daughter with some toys.

In it he congratulated her for landing the job and becoming a permanent staff member. He told her about his recent endeavor to try something new, maybe something which he would have the chance to show her one day.

She unwrapped the package in it was a pendant and a small journal. She took the pendant in hand and admired it closely, it looked beautiful with a small yet elegant gemstone in the middle. She gently placed it back in the box and started reading through the journal.

It was filled with notes about her ongoing foray into writing; she had asked for his advice after getting to know about him being an author as well. He didn't hold back on his criticisms but also put in words of encouragement and affirmations, which made her heart skip a beat sometimes when she read it, okay so maybe she was harboring a teeny tiny crush on her savior.

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~ Third Person's POV ~

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Date: 5th May, three days after the 2nd round of auditions.

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Location: at the Eidolon HQ.

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Time: 02:09 pm.

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Johnny Depp was here again, this time with his friends and feeling whole lot more confident and calm. But the one with the biggest change wasn't him, no that credit belonged to River who had completely gotten rid of any hard drugs in his possession.

He wasn't sure about how exactly would Mark deliver on his promise of an oscar level movie and even though he hadn't really met the man himself. To him, Mark Spencer didn't give the feeling of someone who could only talk big with nothing to back it up.

Keanu was here with them as well to support his two best friends and meet Marc Spector, one of his most favorite authors in the flesh.

They were waiting in the theater having been asked by the overseeing staff to maintain silence as they all watched their fellow actors give it their all to impress Mark.

They had been told that due to the reduced number of participants in the final auditions, Mark had decided to do a open performance with the other aspiring actors serving as audiences.

Mark himself was sitting in the front booth a bit elevated from the rest of the seats. He was accompanied by Edna Mode, his head costume designer and Evelyn who was there to smoothen the on-spot hiring and negotiation process.

Mark was currently watching Michelle Pfeiffer, a Hollywood starlet and future sex symbol. Mark had deemed her acting to be subpar at best, she was auditioning for the role of Meg.

But her acting chops were rusty and performance even fell short of Jennifer Connelly, who herself wasn't really known for her acting skills. Maybe after the fiasco of her latest movies she just wanted an easy side character role, hoping to win it with her name and beautiful face.

But a beautiful face and name were already a dime and dozen in hollywood. Mark politely dismissed her, telling that her agent would get a call if she were to be selected.

Next on stage was his personal favorite to play Meg, Jennifer Connelly. They exchanged greetings and Mark guided her on the kind of scene she would be in and performance he wanted from her.

Her performance wasn't anything to write home about but it was definitely better than Michelle's and the two others who were shortlisted for the final auditions.

He asked Edna if she would fit the look.Edna held up the character portrait of Meg that Mark had drawn for her perusal.

After scrutinizing for a minute she nodded and said, "she would do, but just from looking at her i can tell she is starving herself.

She sighed slightly, frustrated to see such a beautiful girl ruining her body chasing an impossible standard. "She is too thin, trying to maintain that stupid zero size figure. You've got to help her understand true beauty standards Mark, do you think you can do that?" She asked him with narrowed eyes.

Mark nodded seriously and said, "I will see it done, thanks for the reminder."

Edna just nodded and shrugged it off. Mark turned to Jennifer and told her that her agent would be notified of her selection and that she was free to leave.

He turned to Evelyn and said, "could you put it in her agreement that she has to follow a proper healthy diet while she is hired by us. It would give me atleast 3 months of time to get through to her that what she is doing will destroy her body."

Evelyn nodded and just said, "Sure, I will see it done." as she noted down his request on a small pad.

"Bring in the next applicant please," she said into the mic.

Johnny had already left for backstage as it was his turn, while River and Keanu had cheered him on as he left for his final audition.

He looked at the script to check which scene he would be challenged to perform on stage. Mark selected the finale, for him, personally it was his favorite moment in the story as well.

Because throughout the story people only get to see small glimpses of the kind of character Beniot Blanc is, but it is only at this finale that the curtains are peeled back and the audiences get to witness the eccentric mind of the genius detective.

His mind started running, imagining himself as him, as The Beniot Blanc. He strode out on stage with a beautiful lady, she would be playing the role of Marta and another slightly older gentleman to play the role of the Lieutenant Elliott, as he rants and unravels the mystery of Harlan's murder.

With a start from Mark, the act began.

"It is an immovable fact that I killed Harlan." Salma said with some fake tears, her voice straining with repressed emotions, she was trying to perform her best. She wanted Mark to see that his choice to choose her to play as Marta was right.

Johnny delivered his lines with some spunk, as he knew as this line blanc would be teasing Marta for her folly. "Yes you did, yes he did, yes you all,"

he knelt as he continued his dialogue, to be on eye level with Salma who was seated on a chair, "but look, I spoke in the car, about the hole at the center of this donut."

He took a short breath and continued, hoping that Mark would like a little bit of his improvisation with Beniot's body language. "Now what you and Harlan, that fateful night, seems at first glance to fill that hole perfectly, a donut hole, in a donuts hole."

He paused to create tension and suspense, "but we must look a little closer and when we do we see the donut hole has a hole in its center. It's not a donut hole but a smaller donut with its own hole and our donut is not a hole at all." his arms moving frantically to show his excitement.

"Cut." Mark said with a critical look on his face. "Mr. Depp, your hand movements were getting a bit wacky and out of control at the end there, I see what you're going for, but you need more practice and substance to display a performance of that level."

He continued with his critical evaluation of Johnny's performance. "You need to be subtle yet a bit over the top, a sublime combination of the two. Your accent could definitely use some practice as well, we have already hired a dialect coach for the actor who would be selected for playing Blanc."

"So what do you say? Would you like to play Beniot Blanc, Mr Depp?" he asked at the end, surprising Johnny as he wasn't sure he would be selected after hearing Mark's criticism. All of them were on point though so he had no complaints.

He smiled in happiness and said, "Of course, I would love to, thank you for giving me the opportunity, Mark and please call me Johnny."

Mark turned to Edna and asked "any comments for me to pass on to him?" he noticed she always had the best tips to focus on for an actor to look the part of the role.

She rested her head on her fingers and hummed in thought, "Hmm, he looks too thin, tell him to get on a more protein focused diet and build up some muscles. If he looks like a stick, he won't look the part of Blanc no matter how well I dress him up."

"I see, thanks for the advice, Ms. Mode." Mark nodded appreciatively over her.

Edna called out as she left. "Call me, Edna, darling and this is no big deal. The respect you treat me with is all a lady needs in this industry dominated by men who think with their lower head and are filled with arrogance."

"Well you heard the lady, put it in the contract with a special long term deal signing." Mark smiled as he said to Evelyn to take care of Edna's advice.

"I will take care of it, Mark." Evelyn said with a radiant smile.

"Well, your agent will be contacted with the contract information, Johnny, that's it for today." Mark said as he turned to leave.

"Mark, stop," Johnny called out as he walked up to him. "My friends are here, its River, the one you helped and keanu. We would really appreciate it, if you could have a small hangout." He requested at the end as he wanted to get to know Mark better as they would be collaborating soon.

"Sure, why not? I don't really have anything planned. Lets go, take me to them." Mark replied with a smile not that Johnny could see as he still had his mask on.

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{Author's Note: So this was another experiment. This writing a roleplay from the POV of the women with focus on the dialogues, I hope it came out good and felt natural. This will be it for the R-18 chapters for a small while as I will be focusing more on progressing the plot for now.

I hope the second half, the audition came out well, i wanted to show how Mark will be making changes and making the film better than the original. Anyways that will be shown later on and this was just a small teaser of it.

Once again, thanks for reading my work. I am entirely motivated by interaction, suggestions and feedback. So please leave a comment or review and I will probably write faster.

If you like my work please throw a power stone my way so my book can climb the rankings. Slurp some nice ramen and I hope you all have a beautiful day.

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