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MELISSA NEEDS TRAINING
(Kim Hardwick)

On the other hand, nothing excites the soul more than a taste of the forbidden fruit.  After all, the one matter complicating my audition is that of the cunt's screaming.  Normally, I relish the sounds of desperation that fertile females manage to vocalize upon reaching their personal pain threshold.  Even now, sipping my Burgundy and eyeing Melissa's erect nipples pushing through her gossamer thin dress, I can barely contain my erection visualizing her naked, trussed up like a chicken and screaming for mercy as I flog her to no end. 

I could use a gag; I mean, I always carry one for shits and giggles.  That would solve the problem of other guests and staff hearing the soul wrenching pleas for mercy that this fertile slut would no doubt utter, even though it would diminish the quality of my film.  What to do; what to do?

Smiling at her smiling at me, I decide.  I shall film her audition in my luxury suite.  After all, if I am paying $8,000 a night, I may as well inflict some barbaric pain while I'm at it; no?

"Melissa, I think that I would like to hear and see you read some of the lines up in my room; if that's alright with you, of course."  As is usually the case, always use subterfuge with women.  They know their womanhood will be ravaged but they like to pretend they had no hand in their own destruction.  

She smiled a most happy and grateful smile and her eyes shone like morning sun rising from the mists of despair.  I will begin with her anus and then punish her vagina.

As I closed the door to my suite, I gave Melissa a thorough scan with my eyes.  Her burgundy dress, very sheer and very tight, highlighted the generous curves nature blessed her with.  I would hazard a guess that her thongs were either black or dark wine; the dress material was that tight.

Her 40's era stocking, with the double edge running down her back was obviously designed to highlight the length and curves of her athletic legs.  Her calves, her high heels were doing something to my will power.  My appetite was becoming very keen.

"Oh my Lord!  I had no idea the rooms were so luxurious!"  Turning around to scan my suite, her eyes were as wide and full of wonder as a child at a toy store before Christmas.

"It is quite magnificent.  Please make yourself comfortable while I make us a drink.  Martini?"

"Yes, thank you Marcus."  She glided over to where I was.  Her intentions were as obvious as her cheap, gaudy perfume.

"Hmm.  I heard so much about you and your work Marcus," her husky voice, her lips brushing against mine; her nipples pressing against my $7,000 Ermenegildo Zegna double breasted suit threatened to shatter my icy demeanor.  In truth, even with her perfume assaulting my senses, she was an incredibly 'hot' woman.  I was at the point of doing something I rarely do.  Fuck my star before an audition.

Reaching up with my well-manicured hands, I cupped her breasts, kissed her lips and stood my ground as she counter attacked my lips and reached down and fondled my penis.  

Her directness and silence suggested a woman who was used to having her way.  Unlike most of my American stars, who tend to betray a boorish upbringing, Melissa, like most European women, displays a characteristic directness regarding sex.

She was here for a film audition, but it was obvious that she was equally prepared to conduct a 'horizontal' interview.  I chuckled as I reached behind her and cupped her amazing buttocks and ran my fingers up her crack.  Moist with perspiration.  She was so ready.