Fiona Cali looked about her as she entered the audition room. Its air-conditioned and well-lighted interior fascinated her. The red abstract wallpaper had an aura of passion. Three chairs and a desk stood opposite to a round king-size bed. There were no windows. The wall-mounted mirror reflected upon her a studio camera, which stood on the adjustable pedestal.

Fiona was not alone. Five people had led her into the room for a screen test. Linda Perkins, the proprietor of Safemme Studios, took her seat along with the casting director. The camera operator walked behind them and went over to switch on the camera. Two brunette hotties, clad into the red bikinis, stood beside her; they had shapely figures and long hair.

Linda's close-set grey eyes appraised the redhead again. Fiona had all those assets, which met absolutely with the description of the central character in her upcoming lesbian flick. She was 22 years old. Her heart-shaped face looked alluring due to the deep-set green eyes, turned up nose, pouty lips, and long curly hair. There was a natural photogenic appeal about her as she stood nude and ready for the audition. Her waistline looked extremely slim for a curvaceous body. She used to wear size 14 panties and 40E bras.

Linda turned her head to look at the casting director and told him, "Ralph! I have an impression that you're always right about the candidates."

"Well, I thought she'll be ok if there isn't any script," Ralph replied with a grin.

"Oh, you know she isn't just OK."

"Yeah, we looked for the heroine and there she is," he said and averted his eyes to look at the brown-haired actresses. "Natalie and Sonia are here to help her with the audition," he added.

"They already have their cameo roles for two scenes," said Linda. She smiled at the trio and asked, "Are you ready girls?"

"Yes," they replied but Fiona said nothing.

Linda looked about her. The red tally light of the camera indicated that it was live. She turned her head to nod at the girls.

There was no piece for Fiona to memorize. Linda had not directed her to follow any special lines or action. She was told to strip herself. Natalie and Sonia had to do the rest with her.

Fiona did not have to wonder long about the girls standing with her. They began to fondle every nook and cranny of her vulnerable body. She shuddered at the light touch of their fingers. It tickled her smooth skin.

Sonia roamed her hands on Fiona's back while Natalie traced up a line on her midriff. She took her face in a tick and moved closer to kiss her gently.

The kiss did not last long as Sonia took her face to follow the same approach. Fiona felt that they were not kissing her with intimacy or closeness. 'Cause it's an audition, ' she thought, 'not love making.'

The girls went on with kissing Fiona, and she felt their hands on her full tits. They began to squeeze the twin globes with deliberate tenderness.

For a brief moment, Fiona looked at the judges. Their faces were impassive. She pursed her lips as the girls kneaded her supple melons, sucked her pink nipples, and flicked their tongues on them. She sighed and closed her eyes.

Linda signaled the camera operator to zoom in the shot. He focused the camera for a close-up. With a measured tilt, he recorded the scene from Fiona's face to the girls who were sucking her tits.

Fiona went ecstatic. The feeling was exotic to her. Natalie and Sonia were taking their time at her chest.

Linda frowned. It occurred to her that the girls were lingering at Fiona's tits. She had told them beforehand to switch acts. Ralph had the same observation. "Looks like they are stuck on her," he said.

"I wonder why they are acting naïve," said Linda.

Ralph said nothing. He had to hold back a grin. 'Well, she knows they aren't naïve, ' he reflected.

He was right, of course. Natalie and Sonia moved up to kiss Fiona on cheeks.

"That's better," said Linda. Her frown was replaced by a faint smile.

"It isn't over yet," said Ralph.

"Yes. The double team is set to go for an open goal," added Linda. They fell silent as the girls led Fiona to the wall.

"Now stretch your arms and prop against the wall," Natalie told her.

"You must not forget to open your legs," added Sonia.

Fiona gasped for an unexpected spank. She followed their instruction.

The girls knelt about her. Fiona's eyes fell on Natalie, who was stroking along the wide curve of her hips. She could also feel Sonia's hands, roaming deliberately over her big booty.

"She's shaved and wet," said Natalie.

"I love her ass-cheeks," said Sonia.

"So, what are we waiting for?"

"Here we go."

The girls felt around her crotch and bottom. Natalie had to hold Fiona's thighs apart and tilted up her head between them. Sonia pushed open her ass-cheeks and went easy for the feast.

Fiona moaned for an extremely pleasing sensation that rose within her. A pair of tongues flicked in unison on her intimate parts. The girls nodded unceremoniously between her thighs and ass-cheeks. She closed her eyes. Her beautiful face showed rapture and flush. Never in her life had she received that much attention. It was not real, but the feeling was fantastic.

"Now, this is the best shot," said Linda as she ogled at the trio. "Zoom in!"

The camera operator refocused the camera. He paned, left and right, to record the scene with manipulation.

Natalie flicked her tongue into Fiona's pussy. She kissed it and, glued her mouth there to suck the moisture that seeped out.

Sonia lapped on Fiona's rear. Her tongue snaked along the insides of her ass-cheeks. No sooner had it rested on her asshole, than she began to poke it.

Fiona convulsed for the mingled sensation of cunnilingus and rim-job. Natalie and Sonia went superb on her. Their lips and tongues were filling her up.

A look of self-assurance stole over Ralph's face. Natalie and Sonia were his choice. They were good whenever he went to bed with them. Either it was his luck or his shrewd plans to devise the screen tests, for Linda always approved the candidates whom he interviewed and selected. He was well aware of her sexual orientation. She loved pretty and voluptuous girls.

Ralph looked at Linda surreptitiously. He had an impression of a butch about her. It was due to her male fashioned outfit and bob cut brown hair. She was 43 years old and yet her square face looked graceful for that elegant hairstyle. Her downward-turning lips gave rise to a notion of sober-mindedness; even so, she never contained the bright mood for an occasion.

Linda was obviously satisfied with Fiona's performance. It was perfect. The girls went on with eating and rimming her. Nonetheless, she managed to keep her balance. "I think they should wind up now," she told Ralph suddenly.

"Wind up? But the last part will be due in a while," Ralph said. He had instructed the girls, before the screen test, to use a couple of dildoes on Fiona.

"Just leave it off," Linda rejoined.

"All right," Ralph said with a nod and he called out: "Ok girls, it's the time to split up!"

The trio looked at him. Natalie and Sonia got on their feet and walked out of the audition room.

"Excuse me," said Ralph and he followed the girls.

Linda laughed at his speedy gait. She turned her head and looked at Fiona. The redhead was not gratified so far; her flushed face, dreamy eyes, and rapid breathing were noticeable.

Fiona made out that avid scrutiny of her body. She shivered, hugged herself, and averted her eyes to the floor. Linda licked her lips. 'I must not lose you, baby. You'll be my partner, soon enough, ' she resolved.

The two stood silent until Linda broke the ice, "Are you ok?"

Fiona looked up. "Erm-yes," she managed to say.

Linda's lips curved into a smile. "Then, you must get dressed. Your job is done," she told her.

A deep furrow appeared on Fiona's forehead as she pursed her lips.

"Well, I'm positive for your performance. You showed a perfect chemistry with them," Linda assured her.

Fiona's face brightened up. She looked at Linda with gratitude.

"The recorded video will be developed for final evaluation. We may call you if it meets with our standard of casting. Let's hope for the best," Linda said. She turned around and left the audition room.

Fiona followed Linda. She went alone to the dressing room, put on her skimpy outfit, and departed from the Safemme Studios.

Half hopeful and half apprehensive, Fiona waited for their call. It was her routine to look at the calendar. The screen test was taken on the second of July. Hence, she could not enjoy the Independence Day celebrations. 'I know they'll cast me for the film. Miss Perkins was satisfied with my performance, ' she comforted herself. 'But, did she mean it?' the question arose in her mind whenever she gazed fretfully at her cell phone.

Fiona's patience was rewarded after a week. Her heart beat faster when she read Linda Perkins Calling on the screen. "Hello!" she answered.

"Miss Cali?"

"Ye-Yes," Fiona stammered.

"This is Linda."

"Yes Miss Perkins?"

"How are you?"

"I'm fine," Fiona managed to say.

"Great! Miss Cali, I've got news for you."

Fiona bit her lip. 'Please don't tell me if I'm not casted, ' she told Linda mentally.

"And the news is, we've casted YOU for our film," Linda declared.

Fiona sighed in relief. "I knew that," she told herself.

"I knew that too!"

Fiona was muddled, but she laughed at her comprehension of Linda's words.

"Congratulations on making the successful audition."

"Thank you."

"You were remarkable, and I have no question on your talent to be a star."

"Will I be a star?"

"Trust me. We're offering you $10 million for this film."

"Wow!"

"Our legal counsel will make sure for lesser deductions. Erm-may I ask you a question?"

"Yes Miss Perkins."

"Can you come to my home tomorrow at 5 p.m, and sign the contract?"

"It'll be my pleasure."

"Cool, and-if I'm not acting suggestive," said Linda, "your dress enthralled me that day. You were absolutely-gorgeous!"

Fiona recalled that she had dressed herself into a pink halter top, black miniskirt, and matching high boots for the screen test. Her lips curved into a smile. "Ah, Ok. Thank you Miss Perkins," she said.

"Take care," said Linda and she ended her call. Fiona put her cell phone on the side-table. "Yes!" she exclaimed. It was the happiest moment in her life.

Fiona spent the next day in high spirits. When it was 4 p.m, she dressed herself in the same fashion; the only thing that differed was her emerald green halter top. After putting on some makeup and combing her hair, she walked out of her house.

Fiona arrived at Linda's luxury home in 20 minutes. The portico was spacious enough to let her Boxster be parked behind the Lincoln Town Car. 'Miss Perkins is home, ' she deduced, staring at the grey sedan.

The housekeeper, who was a mature black woman, received her at the entrance. When Fiona had introduced herself, the woman nodded and led her through a door to the paved backyard.

There were six deep seating recliners beside a swimming pool. Linda had occupied one of them. "Miss Cali is here Madam," the housekeeper informed her.

Linda looked about her, beamed at Fiona, and stood up. "HI," she said and held out her hand.

"Hi," Fiona replied with a smile. She shook hands with Linda and surveyed her. The shorthaired woman looked skinny in men's T-shirt and beach shorts.

"Welcome to my home," Linda greeted her

"Thank you."

"I hope you had no difficulty to get here."

"No. On the contrary, it was pretty easier."

"Cool. Please take your seat and feel at home," Linda said. She gestured at the recliner beside hers.

"Sure," Fiona said. She walked around the seat and sat down.

"Sable, send us the red Minttu here," Linda told the housekeeper.

"Ok Madam," Sable replied and she walked away.

Linda reoccupied her recliner.

"You have a lovely place," Fiona said as she looked around the backyard.

"Thank you. But you look lovelier-and sexy," Linda said.

Fiona laughed. Linda merely grinned at her. "I love girls who don't hesitate to show their assets," she said.

"Like-my body and beauty."

"And the spirit to be punctual at work," Linda added.

"Oh Miss Perkins, I'd like to thank you for casting me in the film. I had been anxiously waiting for your call."

"Well, the good thing is that you've received it already."

"Yes Miss Perkins."

"You can call me Linda. Absolute formality will be a hard thing for us to follow," Linda told her, and she reached for her hand.

Fiona convulsed at Linda's touch. It occurred to her that a desirable feeling was sweeping through her skin.