Chapter 28: Rashmika Has an Audition

There was a stage in the theatre where the action took place when there was a show or music performance. It was not as high as a theatre stage, just one step higher than the rest of the big room. Rashmika walked up it and climbed the single step. There were lights on only on the stage. She could see two people sitting on chairs off-stage but she could not see any details except that one seemed to be male and one female.

“Good morning.” Rashmika said cheerfully to the silhouetted figures and gave them her best smile. She had been told by many men that her smile was a real erection-maker.

She got a response from the female “Good morning, Rashmika. I am Deepika Padukone. I am the manager.”

“Which department manager, ma’am?” Rashmika asked. It was normal for people to leave such small details out to make themselves seem more important than they were.

“I am the general manager, dear, I manage the hotel.”

“Oh, I am sorry, ma’am. Usually, we don’t get anyone so senior in the audition.” Rashmika tried to explain.

“Quite alright, dear. But then you would like my partner even more.” There was a hint of a smile in Deepika’s voice “This is Mr. Rohan Oberoi who owns the hotel.”

Rashmika’s mind was in a whirlwind. It was impossible that Deepika had said “Rohan Oberoi” but Rashmika could not ask the name again. Whoever he was, he was definitely a senior manager, maybe a director. It was just Rashmika’s imagination that was causing her to hear Rohan’s name. She had been thinking about him, maybe that’s why.

“Why don’t we turn some lights on here,” the man said “she must feel like she’s in a police shadow box.”

The lights came on in the off-stage part and Rashmika saw the magazine cover walking towards her. It was same face, same smile that she had seen on the magazine cover and kept in her bedroom drawer.

“Hi, Rashmika!” He walked to the stage and offered her his hand “I am Rohan Oberoi. I have seen your portfolio and I am really looking forward to your demo today.”

“Yes ... yes ... you are Rohan Oberoi.” Rashmika said as she took his hand “Nice, I am glad having to meet you.” She didn’t know why she was talking like that but Rohan didn’t seem to mind.

“Me too. Gorgeous dress, by the way, great choice.”

He smiled again and went back to his seat. Rashmika swallowed a few times to get her heart in control.

“Take your time, dear.” Deepika said “Whenever you are ready.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Rashmika finally got herself in control.

She walked around on the stage and struck some poses. Then, she didn’t know where she got the courage but she walked down the stage, walked to Rohan’s chair with long, sexy steps and posed in front of him. She posed in all positions so he could see her fully in that skimpy dress. He had a soft smile on his lips as he watched. Then she put her high heel on his chair, between his legs and bent over him. The light was such that her pussy was not fully visible but her legs were open and she didn’t have any panties. She loved that he kept his eyes in hers and didn’t look down between her legs. She ran her finger slowly down his cheek and blew him a kiss. Then she stood up again and walked back to the stage. Her body was buzzing with an electric charge.

Rohan clapped “Well done! Bravo!” Deepika joined him. Rashmika smiled happily. He knew how to make a girl feel good.

“Are you ready for my change, Sir?”

“Yes, darling. Whenever you are ready.” Rohan said.

The exuberant mood she was in, Rashmika wanted to just get naked under the lights and change right there, but she refrained from that. She picked up her little bag from the side of the stage where she had dropped it and went into a changing room.

When she came back and stood under the lights again, she was wearing a very tiny red two-piece bikini that tied with thin little silk strings. It was red to go with the theme she had chosen and it was the skimpiest little bikini possible. The top had little triangles that covered her nipples and a little more area but did not cover the top or bottom of her full, firm tits. The bottoms just barely covered the triangle of her pussy, leaving her thigh joints bare. In the back her ass crack was covered but her tight, perfectly toned ass cheeks were quite easily visible. She had kept her heels on and she looked ridiculously hot in this outfit.

She walked around and posed, flipping her hair, bending her knee, turning around and looking back at her audience, and she was stunning in every pose. She finished her demo routine that she had carefully planned and then stood facing her audience. Rohan beckoned her over. She stepped down from the stage and walked over to him.

“That was beautiful, Rashmika.” He stood up and stepped closer.

She smiled “Thank you, Sir.”

“You are a gorgeous piece of ass.” He brushed her hair from her cheek “Mind if I check the merchandise?”

Rashmika held her hands behind her ass and tilted her chin up “The merchandise is yours to check and explore in any way you want, Sir.”

“Thank you.” He smiled “Turn around.”

As she turned around, Rashmika’s heart was beating fast and she could feel her whole body buzzing with anticipation. There were all the indications that he had liked her so far. What would happen in the next two minutes would decide her fate. She was sure that whoever he chose would become the brand ambassador, Deepika would simply sign next to his signature. Not only did Rashmika want this job a thousand times more now, she was sure that she was very close to her fantasies becoming real. If he was here doing her audition, then it would be him who would claim her. She had stolen a glance at his pants when she was teasing him earlier and he either had a huge cock or he was carrying a nightstick in his pocket.

Rohan pulled the knot on her bikini top and took it off. Rashmika bit her lip as she felt her full, hot tits come out and her heartbeat speeded up. He turned her with his hand and she faced him again. Her chest was heaving, her hot, firm tits moving up and down with her heavy breath. He cupped her soft, warm tits and weighed them in his hands. They were hot and spectacular. Rashmika moaned as he squeezed them. She looked down quietly and noticed that his cock was outlined even more clearly in his pants. The way it was flexing, it was not a nightstick, it was him.

“Quite a performance that was, Rashmika,” he was kneading her soft, fleshy tits casually as he talked to her “I felt sorry that there was no music.”

“I will come ... and dance for you privately, Sir.” She was finding her throat drying “Whenever you want.”

“Hmmm, in that dress, or this bikini?” He rubbed her nipples with his thumbs, they were already erect, his touch made more blood rush to them and she could not suppress a moan.

“Mmmm, dress, bikini or naked, Sir.” She said “Any way you want.”

With the same slow confident movements, he reached down and pulled the knot on her bikini bottoms. He reached between her legs and grabbed the little garment before it could fall. Rashmika felt his hand on her pussy through the thin fabric and it felt like an electric shock. Her moan was longer and louder this time.

He dropped the bikini bottom on the chair on top of her bikini top and turned to her “Turn around.”

“You do have a stunning body,” He ran his fingers down her smooth back “I am sure men treat you like a goddess.”

Rashmika’s heart was beating so fast now she could feel her pulse all over her body, particularly in her pussy. She tried to give a good reply that would still make him like her “They seem to like me, Sir.”

“I hope you are not expecting that treatment here, Rashmika.” His hands closed around her firm, tight ass cheeks and Rashmika whimpered as her pussy burnt with the erotic heat.

“No, Sir, I know my place,” She said quickly “I am a well-behaved girl, Sir.”

“Open your legs, darling.” He said.

The way he was casually examining her, treating her like a piece of meat but also as a work of art, it was driving Rashmika crazy even more than his hands that seemed to be quite adept at arousing a girl to the point of helplessness. She opened her legs wider than shoulder-width and looked back at him “You won’t have any trouble from me, Sir.”

“Hmm, so if I wanted to spank you, you will be happy to submit to that?” He said, still kneading her tight ass cheeks. With her legs open wide, Rashmika could feel her ass hole open when he kneaded her ass cheeks and the feeling of being completely vulnerable in his hands was setting her pussy on fire. She already knew she was wet and the smell of her pussy was strong enough that no person in the room could have ignored it.

“I would welcome it, Sir.” She looked back at him and smiled.

“Good. I do want to test that you know your place, Rashmika.” Rohan said “Put your hands on your knees.”

Just the words from his mouth made Rashmika moan out loud. She was feeling quite breathless now and her body so high in arousal like a balloon expanded to its very limit. Even a pin prick could make her explode now. She bent her knees, pushed her ass back and put her hands on her knees. She knew how exposed and vulnerable she was now. She was hoping he would spank her and then jam his cock in her. Yes, she had been thinking about his cock for a while now.

Rohan rubbed her ass then lifted his hand and slapped her tight bare ass. His heavy, calloused hand made Rashmika’s ass sting as it landed on her right buttock. She let out a loud yelp followed by a long, satisfied moan as the pain from her ass flowed all over her body and made her pussy throb. His hand came back and this time hit her left buttock with the back of his hand.

“Anh!” His knuckles on her smooth flesh felt so erotic that the noise that came out of her mouth was nasal, hot and loud. Now she knew her pussy was leaking, she could feel it soaking her thighs with her cunt juices. She could not do anything about it. She was in his hands and he seemed to know exactly how to break her with this erotic charge that was fucking with her body and frying the circuits in her mind.

The wait after his last stroke was a sweet torture for Rashmika. She knew he was going to spank her again, but she didn’t know when. She had to stay bent over, in that submissive, exposed position and wait for his pleasure to slap her bare ass. It was astonishing how strongly her whole body was buzzing even when he was not even touching her.

“Mumma!” Rashmika cried out as Rohan slapped her right ass cheek again and her pussy pumped out her hot, oily cunt juices. Rashmika was aware of her condition and knew that it would take one, or maximum two slaps more before she would come. She thought about it and found that she did not mind cumming in front of him. If that’s what he wanted to do to her then fine. She would surrender to his torture and let him break her. Yes, she knew he was breaking her. Where another boss would have begged her to suck his cock by now, he was simply teasing her, bringing her under his control, breaking her to the point that she would be the one to beg for his cock.

She thought about it. If she begged would he fuck her instead of torturing her like this? He might. But she doubted it. He was enjoying teasing her. Well, she was enjoying being broken in his hands, too. It was a pleasure to meet a real man who knew what to do with a stunningly gorgeous model. Rashmika was so used to controlling men with her body that meeting one who could control her was making her incredibly happy and insanely hot.