Fantasy Malavika Mohanan bollywood debut

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PART 1 - Malavika Mohanan entry in bollywood

Malvika Mohanan, a fresh face in the glamorous world of South Indian cinema, had always been a dreamer. Her doe eyes and enchanting smile had cast a spell on millions, but it was her unyielding determination that had brought her this far. With a figure that could make any artist's hand quiver with the desire to capture it, she knew she had the potential to set the screen on fire. Her measurements, a perfect 36-24-36, were the talk of the town, and her voluptuous bosom was the envy of many. Yet, she remained unfazed by the whispers that floated around her like a mist of desire. Her eyes were set on a horizon that promised more than just regional stardom.

It was a chance encounter that brought her to the doorstep of Vijay Raj, the enigmatic studio owner known for his keen eye for talent and his even more notorious playboy lifestyle. His Bollywood empire was vast and illustrious, and Malvika knew that a break into the industry through his studio could catapult her into the stratosphere of stardom. Dressed in a simple yet figure-hugging dress that accentuated her curves, she walked into the opulent office of Vijay Raj Films with a mix of excitement and trepidation. The air was thick with the scent of success and ambition, and she could feel the weight of a thousand dreams resting on her shoulders.

Vicky, as he was known to his inner circle, took one look at her and knew she had the 'it' factor. His eyes lingered on her chest, which was threatening to spill out of her dress with every breath she took. He licked his lips, his thoughts wandering to the tantalizing prospect of having her as his leading lady. "Welcome to Vijay Raj Films," he said, his voice a smoky drawl that sent shivers down her spine. His office was a testament to his wealth, with gold-trimmed furniture and a floor-to-ceiling window that offered a breathtaking view of the Mumbai skyline. He leaned back in his chair, his gaze never leaving her, as he began to lay out the terms of their partnership.

"You have the looks, Malvika," Vicky said, his voice dropping an octave. "But the industry demands more than just beauty. You must be willing to go the extra mile." His words hung in the air, pregnant with innuendo. She knew what he was hinting at—the rumors of the 'casting couch' were as much a part of Bollywood lore as the songs and dances. But she was no stranger to the games men played. She had faced them before, and she knew how to play them back. She met his gaze, her eyes unflinching. "I'm willing to do what it takes, Mr. Raj," she replied, her voice a sultry purr that matched the room's seductive ambiance.

He leaned forward, his eyes sparkling with a mix of greed and anticipation. "Call me Vicky," he said, his hand reaching out to hers. His touch was firm, possessive even. "Let's see if you truly have what it takes to be a star," he murmured, guiding her to a plush sofa that sat in the corner of his office. Malvika's heart raced, but she kept her cool, allowing him to believe he had the upper hand. As they sat down, she crossed her legs, giving him a glimpse of her toned thighs. She knew the effect she had on men and was prepared to use it to her advantage.

"Tell me," Vicky began, his voice low and velvety, "have you ever thought about the kind of roles you'd like to play?" His hand inched closer to her thigh, his thumb brushing against her smooth skin. Malvika felt a shiver of revulsion but kept her smile in place. "I'm open to all kinds of roles, Vicky," she said, her voice sweet and innocent. "As long as they help me grow as an artist."

He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "How about a role that requires you to be... shall we say, intimate with your co-star?" His hand slid higher, dangerously close to her inner thigh. She could feel the heat of his palm through the thin fabric of her dress. "I'm a professional," she replied, her voice steady despite the racing thoughts in her head. "If the script calls for it, I'll give it my all."

Vicky's eyes narrowed, and his grip on her hand tightened. "Good," he said, his voice gruff. "Because in this business, you're going to need to be very... flexible." He leaned back, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "I have a project in mind that could be perfect for your Bollywood debut." He paused for a moment, his eyes raking over her body again. "But first, let's see how well you can handle a... private audition."

With that, he slid a script titled "Katil Haseena" across his gleaming mahogany desk. "This is my next big venture," he said, his tone filled with excitement. "It's about a woman who knows exactly what she wants and isn't afraid to get it, no matter the cost." His eyes gleamed as he spoke, and Malvika felt a cold knot form in her stomach. She took the script, her eyes scanning the pages. The plot was indeed as he described, a tale of seduction and manipulation that would require her to push the boundaries of her comfort zone.

"You'd be playing the lead role," Vicky continued, his gaze never leaving her face. "The character, Priya, is a woman of... particular tastes. She's smart, beautiful, and incredibly adept at getting what she wants." His hand hovered over the pages, pointing out a few scenes. "There are some intimate moments, of course—kisses, a bikini scene where you teach a businessman to swim. It's all about the art of seduction, Malvika. Can you handle that?" His voice was a challenge, a caress, and a threat all rolled into one.

Malvika took a deep breath, her heart hammering in her chest. The script was indeed explicit, detailing scenes that would make even the most seasoned actress blush. But she had come prepared. "I understand the requirements, Vicky," she said, her voice firm despite the tremor she couldn't quite hide. "If it's for the role, I'm willing to give it my all."

Vicky's grin widened, revealing a set of perfectly white teeth. "Excellent," he said, leaning back in his chair. "But let's not get ahead of ourselves. First, I need to see if you can handle the... physicality of the role." He reached for a button on his desk, and the lights dimmed, casting the room in a soft, sensual glow. A hidden projector screen descended from the ceiling, and the walls of the office transformed into a mini-theater.

"'Katil Haseena' is a modern tale," he began, his voice filling the room as the script's opening scene appeared on the screen. "It's about a girl named Priya, who knows exactly how to wrap men around her little finger. She's a master at playing the game, using her beauty to trap rich businessmen and live the life she's always dreamed of." Malvika's eyes widened as the scenes played out before her—kisses that seemed to go on forever, a bikini-clad figure that left little to the imagination, and the artful dance of seduction that was as much a part of the story as the dialogue.

"The film is bold, Malvika," Vicky said, his eyes never leaving her face. "It's going to push boundaries. But that's what Bollywood needs—fresh faces and fearless talent." His hand found its way to her knee, his thumb making lazy circles that sent a shiver up her spine. "You see, in this industry, it's not just about your acting skills. It's about your willingness to bare your soul—and your body—for the camera."

Malvika nodded, her eyes fixed on the script. The scenes played out in her mind like a steamy Bollywood movie come to life. Priya, the character she was being offered, was indeed a seductress, using every weapon in her arsenal to ensnare her prey. She could feel the weight of the decision pressing down on her, but she knew that she had come too far to back out now.

"Very well, Vicky," she said, her voice steady. "I'm ready to give it a shot." She could feel his gaze on her, his eyes roving over her body like a sculptor assessing his next masterpiece. The room was suffocatingly hot, and she could feel beads of sweat forming on her forehead. She knew that the real test was about to begin.

With a flick of her wrist, she unbuttoned the top of her dress, revealing a hint of her ample cleavage. Vicky's eyes widened, and his grip on her hand tightened. "Yes," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Let me get rid of my jacket." He stood up, his movements swift and purposeful. Malvika took the cue, rising from the sofa and turning her back to him.

As he helped her out of her jacket, his hands brushed against her bare skin, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. She felt his hot breath on her neck as he whispered, "You're going to be amazing in this role." His words were like a caress, and she had to fight the urge to lean into his touch. Instead, she stepped away, the script clutched tightly to her chest. She faced him, her eyes burning with a determination that belied the fear coiled in her stomach.

Vicky's gaze was transfixed on her halter top, the fabric clinging to her like a second skin. Her breasts swelled above the scoop neck, the pink glitter catching the light and throwing it back like a pair of sparkling jewels. The top was so daring that it barely contained her ample assets, and she knew that the sight of her barely covered flesh was playing havoc with his senses. The lack of a back to the top left her feeling exposed, but she knew that this was the price she might have to pay to climb the
ladder of success.

As she let the jacket slip from her shoulders, Vicky's jaw dropped. Her body was on full display, and the hunger in his eyes was unmistakable. He stepped closer, his breathing growing heavier. "You really are something," he murmured, his hand reaching out to trace the bare skin at the small of her back. "The camera will love you, Malvika."

The fabric of her dress clung to her curves like a lover's embrace, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her 36-inch chest was pushed up and out, the lacey bra she wore underneath offering only the slightest barrier to the plump, round globes of flesh that begged to be touched. Her 24-inch waist cinched in tight, creating a perfect hourglass figure that made his mouth water. The way her hips flared out below that, promising untold delights, was almost too much for him to handle. And her legs, oh those legs, seemed to go on forever, leading up to the promised land that was hidden beneath the hem of her dress.

Vicky could feel his dick swelling in his pants, straining against the zipper. It was all he could do not to reach out and rip the dress from her body, to take her right there on the sofa. But he was a man of control, a man who knew how to play the game. He had to bide his time, had to make sure she was ready for what was to come. And by the way she was looking at him, with those big, doe eyes, he knew she was more than ready.

Malvika turned to face him, the script still clutched to her chest. Her breathing was shallow, her cheeks flushed with a mix of excitement and fear. She knew what he was thinking, what he wanted, and she was determined to give it to him—if it meant getting the role. She let the script drop to the floor, her hands moving to the tie at the back of her neck. With trembling fingers, she began to loosen the knot.

Vicky's smile grew, his eyes never leaving hers. "You're eager, Malvika," he said, his voice a purr of satisfaction. "But are you ready for what it takes to be a Bollywood star?" His hand reached out, tracing the line of her collarbone down to the top of her breasts, his thumb flicking the fabric of her dress, teasing the swell of her cleavage.

"I'm ready," she breathed, her voice a soft whisper of surrender. "I'll do whatever it takes." She stepped closer, her body almost touching his. The air between them was charged with a potent mix of desire and power.

Vicky's eyes never left hers as she picked up the script from the floor, her hands shaking slightly. She found the page he had mentioned and took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the effort. "Let's see," she began, her voice shaking a little. "Priya says, 'Oh no, I don't have any misunderstanding. You are a powerful man, I am just a cheap whore, you will fuck me when you want, where you want. I will just have to spread my legs on your command, I know that well.'"

The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. Malvika's heart was racing, but she kept her eyes on Vicky's, refusing to let him see the turmoil inside her. His hand was still on her chest, his thumb idly playing with the fabric of her dress. "Good," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Now, let's see how well you can act it out."

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"That's good," Sumer said, his gaze never leaving the script. "The text above the dialogue is called action items. Read what it says above her dialogue."

Malvika's heart thudded in her chest as she read the next set of action items. "Priya sits on Vicky's lap and puts her arm around his shoulders," she murmured, her eyes flicking up to meet Vicky's. The tension in the room had thickened to the point where it felt like a tangible force, a living, breathing entity that was coaxing them closer together.

Without waiting for his response, she rose gracefully from the sofa, the fabric of her dress whispering against her skin as she moved. She turned to face him, her eyes never leaving his as she straddled his lap. His eyes widened, his breath hitching as she settled herself down, her soft curves molding to his body like they were two halves of a whole. She could feel the heat of his arousal through his pants, and a thrill shot through her.

"Priya moves closer," she said, her voice low and throaty as she placed her hand on his shoulder. His eyes darkened, his pupils dilating as she leaned in, her full breasts pressing into his chest. She could feel his heart racing beneath her palm, his body responding to her proximity like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Vicky," she whispered, her voice a seductive caress, "I know what you want."

His eyes never left hers as she spoke, the power dynamics shifting in the room. Malvika had made the choice to play the game, and she was going to play it to win. She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear as she continued to recite the lines. "You are a powerful man," she purred, "and I'm just a cheap whore." Her voice was a siren's song, designed to lure him in, to make him believe that she was his for the taking.

Vicky's hand moved from her thigh to her hip, his grip firm, almost possessive. His eyes dropped to her lips, and she knew he was imagining them wrapped around his cock, her tongue dancing along the length of him. "You will fuck me when you want," she continued, her voice a whisper that seemed to echo in the cavernous space between them. "Where you want."

Her hand slid from his shoulder to the back of his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer. "I will just have to spread my legs," she murmured, her other hand trailing down her body to her thigh, hinting at the act she was describing. She watched as his eyes followed the path of her fingers, his pupils dilating even further. "On your command," she finished, her voice a sultry purr that seemed to vibrate in the very air around them.

"Don't say that," Vicky growled, his hand sliding up her thigh, his thumb dangerously close to the apex of her legs. His eyes bore into hers, a mix of passion and something else—a challenge, perhaps. "You're not just any cheap whore, Malvika. You're a goddess, a prize to be cherished." His voice was gruff, a stark contrast to the tenderness of his words.

Malvika felt the heat of his hand through the fabric of her dress and knew that she had him hooked. She leaned in closer, her breasts pressing against him, and whispered the next line, "But we both know that in the end, I'm just a toy for you to play with, isn't it, Vicky?" Her voice was a seductive purr that sent shivers down his spine.

Vicky's hand tightened on her thigh, his thumb rubbing small circles on her sensitive skin. "But don't you see the potential in you?" he asked, his voice thick with desire. "You could be so much more than that."

"No," Malvika interrupted him firmly, her eyes never leaving the script. "You have to cup my cheek, it says here." She placed her hand over the action item, her finger tapping the words insistently. Vicky's gaze dropped to her hand, then back up to her face. With a smoldering look, he did as she instructed, his rough palm cupping her cheek gently. His thumb brushed against her plump lower lip, and she felt a jolt of arousal shoot through her.

"But don't you see the difference between a cheap fuck and what we do?" Vicky whispered, his voice a blend of tenderness and challenge. His hand on her cheek was surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to the raw desire that simmered just beneath the surface of his words. Malvika could feel the tension in his body, the restrained power that was just waiting to be unleashed.

Malavika suddenly stop reading, takes a pause.

"WHat happened, read the next line" Vicky asks

impatiently, his hand still on her cheek. Malvika smiles, a knowing glint in her eye. She leans in closer, her breath warm and sweet on his skin. "Priya," she says, her voice a sultry whisper, "Priya leans in and kisses him softly on the lips, a hint of challenge in her eyes." And with that, she bridges the gap between them, pressing her mouth to his in a kiss that is at once tender and possessive.

Vicky's hand on her cheek tightens, his thumb tracing the plump curve of her lower lip as she kisses him. The kiss deepens, their tongues tangling in a dance as old as time, a silent negotiation of power and desire. Malvika can feel the tremor in his body, the way he responds to her touch, and she knows she has him exactly where she wants him.

"You're wrong, Priya," he murmurs against her mouth, his breath hot and needy. "You're not just a whore to me."

But Malvika is in control. She pulls back, her eyes never leaving his. "No," she corrects him, her voice firm. "Your hand has to be on my breast." She takes his hand, guiding it to the strap of her scoop neck top. "Read the script, Vicky."

Vicky's eyes dart to the page, his heart racing. He reads the words, and a new understanding dawns on him. This wasn't just a seduction—it was a dance of power, a battle of wills, and Malvika was setting the pace. He complies, sliding the strap of her top down with trembling fingers, revealing her bare, round breast. His hand cups the soft mound, his thumb grazing the erect nipple. The script had come alive in front of his eyes, and he could feel the story's heat between them, a potent mix of passion and ambition.

Malvika gasps at his touch, her eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment. She knows she's crossed a line, but she's determined to play the game. "There," she whispers, her voice breathless. "Now you can say the line."

Vicky's voice is gruff with desire as he recites the next set of words. "Priya," he says, his thumb circling her nipple, "you're more than just a body to me." Malvika's heart races as she feels his arousal growing, his hand kneading her flesh with an intensity that leaves her breathless.

"Mmmm, you can do harder, Vicky," she whispers, her eyes still locked on his. She's not just acting now—she's become the character, living the script's every word. "I'm not fragile. If this guy owns me, he'd squeeze my tits harder."

Vicky's eyes flare with hunger at her words. "Correct," he murmurs, his grip tightening on her breast. His thumb and forefinger pinch her nipple, rolling it gently at first before applying more pressure. Malvika's breath hitches, and she arches her back slightly, her body responding to his touch.

"Is that what you want, Priya?" he asks, his voice thick with need. "To be owned, to be used?"

"Yes," she whispers, her hand sliding down to his chest, feeling the rapid thud of his heart beneath the fabric of his shirt. "I want to be yours."

Their kiss deepens, their tongues dueling in a dance of passion. Vicky's hand moves to the other strap of her top, pushing it down with surprising gentleness. Her breasts spill out, the firm globes bouncing slightly with the movement. Malvika's eyes never leave his as he cups her other breast, his thumb and forefinger pinching her nipple in the same rhythm as the first. The pleasure is exquisite, a mix of pain and pleasure that sends waves of heat through her body.

Her hips begin to rock gently against his erection, the friction building as she feels his cock harden beneath her. She's aware of the power she holds in that moment, the power to make him ache for her, to make him beg for more. Her hand slides from his neck to his chest, her nails lightly scoring his skin through his shirt. He groans into her mouth, his hands moving to cup both of her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her sensitive nipples.

The script lies forgotten on the floor, the story of "Katil Haseena" becoming a lived reality in the dimly lit office. Malvika's kiss grows more urgent, her tongue darting into his mouth to tangle with his, exploring every corner and curve. She can taste the desire on his tongue, the need that matches her own. Vicky's hands move with more confidence now, squeezing and massaging her breasts, his fingers expertly rolling her nipples until they're taut peaks of pleasure.

The room is filled with the sounds of their ragged breathing, the rustle of fabric as they move closer, and the soft moans that escape Malvika's lips. She's lost in the moment, her body responding to Vicky's touch in a way she never thought possible. This isn't just about the role anymore; it's about the power, the thrill of giving in to the darker side of the Bollywood dream.

"Are we going to the end of the scene?" she asks, her voice a sultry whisper. Vicky nods, his eyes never leaving hers as he helps her up from his lap. She stands before him, her chest heaving, her breasts bare and glistening with the sheen of desire. He stands up, towering over her, his own need evident in the bulge pressing against his pants.

"Let's go," he says, his voice tight. "We're not done yet." He leads her to the makeshift stage, the plush carpet beneath their feet a silent witness to the countless auditions that had come before. Malvika can feel the excitement building within her, a cocktail of fear and anticipation that makes her legs feel like jelly.

The script calls for a love scene, but the tension in the air is anything but romantic. It's raw, carnivorous—a hunger that needs to be fed. Vicky's hand is firm on her elbow, guiding her to the center of the room. He's lost in thought, his eyes glazed over as he reads through the scenes ahead. Malvika takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with each ragged in
hale.

"Are we going to the end of the scene?" he asks, his voice hoarse with desire. Malvika nods, her heart racing in anticipation. "He takes her to the bed and fucks her hard for a long time," she says softly, her eyes never leaving his. Vicky's grip tightens, and she can see the excitement flare in his eyes. This is it, the moment she's been both dreading and craving.

The script falls from his hand, forgotten on the plush carpet. He steps closer to her, the scent of his cologne mingling with the sweet scent of her perfume. "Then let's go," he murmurs, his voice low and commanding. She follows him to the makeshift stage, the soft lighting casting them in an ethereal glow. The plush velvet comforter of the bed seems to beckon to them, a silent promise of what's to come.

Vicky's hand slides around her waist, pulling her closer until her breasts are once again pressed against his chest. He leans down, capturing her mouth in a kiss that's as much about possession as it is about passion. Malvika responds in kind, her hands sliding up his chest to tangle in his hair. They break apart for a moment, panting, their eyes locked in a silent challenge.

"You're going to be mine," Vicky murmurs, his voice a low growl. "And I'm going to make sure you get everything you've ever wanted." He takes her hand and leads her to the bed, the script and their earlier conversation about the industry forgotten. They're no longer Vicky and Malvika; they're Vijay and Priya, the star-crossed lovers of "Katil Haseena."

Malvika's heart is racing as she lies back on the velvety softness of the bed, the cool fabric a stark contrast to the heat of her skin. Vicky looms over her, his body blocking out the light. His eyes are dark with desire, and she can see the raw hunger etched on his face. She knows this is the moment she's been both dreading and craving, the moment where she surrenders herself to the role, to him.

"Kaise loge?" she asks, her voice a mix of nerves and excitement. "Nangi ho jaun kya?" Her words hang in the air, a question that's both innocent and filled with innuendo. Vicky's gaze sweeps over her, taking in every inch of her exposed flesh. He smiles, a predatory gleam in his eyes.

"Just like that," he says, his voice a low rumble. "You're going to lie back and let me show you what it's like to be a Bollywood star." His hand moves to the zipper of her dress, his fingers deftly sliding it down. Malvika's eyes never leave his as the fabric pools around her ankles, leaving her in nothing but her heels. She feels the cool air kiss her skin, a stark contrast to the heat of his gaze.

Vicky's eyes drop to her feet, the stiletto heels digging into the plush carpet. He smiles, a wicked curve of his lips. "Keep those on," he murmurs, his eyes traveling up her legs. "It's a classic look."

Malvika nods, a thrill of excitement racing through her. She's playing the part of the seductress, the ultimate Bollywood fantasy, and she's good at it. She kicks off the dress, leaving her in nothing but her lacy lingerie and the high heels. She watches as his gaze lingers on the triangle of fabric that barely covers her mound, his eyes darkening with lust.

Vicky steps closer to the bed, his own clothes seeming to restrict him. Malvika can see the outline of his cock straining against his trousers, and she knows he's as ready as she is for what's to come. He reaches down and unbuttons his shirt, his eyes never leaving hers. The fabric falls away, revealing a chest that's as broad and powerful as the man himself. She can't help but lick her lips, her gaze drawn to the dark trail of hair that leads down to his waistband
.

He slides his pants down, his erection springing free, thick and long. Malvika's eyes widen, and she feels a twinge of fear mingled with excitement. She's never seen a man like this before, so confident and in control. Vicky climbs onto the bed, his weight making the mattress dip beneath him. He straddles her, his thighs pressing into her hips as he leans down to kiss her again. This time, it's not gentle or tentative—it's a claiming, a possession.

His cock, a rigid pillar of desire, brushes against her wetness, making her gasp. He takes her wrists in his hands and pins them above her head, his gaze never leaving hers as he lines himself up. "Ready?" he whispers, his voice a dark promise. Malvika nods, her eyes wide and full of want. He positions the head of his cock at her entrance, the anticipation making her body quiver.

With a slow, deliberate thrust, Vicky enters her, filling her up with his thickness. Malvika's eyes squeeze shut, and she bites her lip to keep from screaming out as he stretches her tight pussy. He's so much bigger than any man she's been with before, and the sensation is overwhelming. He doesn't stop, pushing deeper until he's buried to the hilt. She can feel every inch of him, the veins that pulse with every beat of his heart, the warmth of his skin against hers.

Her body stretches and accommodates, her walls clutching at him like a vice. She's never felt so full, so complete. Vicky starts to move his hips, a slow, rhythmic motion that makes her moan and arch her back. Her breasts bounce with every thrust, the lacy cups of her bra straining to hold them in. The friction is exquisite, a delicious ache that builds with every passing moment.

"Mmmm, yes, baby," he growls, his teeth grazing her neck. His hands are everywhere, exploring her body as if it's the first time he's ever seen a woman naked. His thumb brushes against her clit, sending sparks of pleasure through her core. "You're mine now, Malvika. You're going to be the star of my film."

Her eyes roll back in her head as he pumps into her with a relentless rhythm, his thumb working her clit in perfect harmony with the thrusts of his cock. She can feel the orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that threatens to drown her. Her legs wrap around his waist, her heels digging into his back as she tries to get even closer, to take all of him inside of her.

The sound of their bodies slapping together fills the room, a symphony of desire that echoes off the walls. Malvika's moans grow louder, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She can feel the tension coiling in her belly, tightening like a spring ready to snap. Vicky's eyes bore into hers, his pupils dilated with lust, his expression one of pure concentration. He's lost in the moment, in the feel of her wetness clenching around him, the way she arches her back to meet each of his powerful thrusts.

Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving half-moon marks on his tanned skin. She's no longer the demure actress; she's a creature of passion, driven by instinct and need. Her hips buck wildly as he hits that perfect spot, the one that makes stars explode behind her eyelids. His cock is a relentless force, hammering into her with a ferocity that's both terrifying and exhilarating. She's never felt so alive, so alive that it's almost painful.

Her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, drowning her in pleasure. She yelps harder, her body writhing beneath him. "Vicky!" she screams, her voice hoarse. "You are my owner. Fuck me, baby, fuck your whore." The words are a declaration, a surrender to the role she's chosen to play, to the man who's claimed her. Her pussy tightens around him, her muscles contracting as she rides out the storm of sensation.

Vicky's eyes widen at her words, his own release drawing closer. He feels his balls tighten, his cock swell even more as he keeps pumping into her. The thought of filling her with his cum, marking her as his own, sends him over the edge. With a roar, he drives deep into her one last time, his cock pulsing as he empties himself inside her. The heat of his seed fills her, a claim that's as primal as it is erotic.

Malvika's body spasms around him, her muscles tightening in a delicious vice that milks him dry. She feels him come, feels the hot, sticky warmth of his semen fill her up, and the sensation sends her spiraling into another orgasm. Her nails dig deeper into his shoulders, her body writhing beneath him as she cries out in pleasure. She's never felt so wanted, so needed.

When the tremors subside, Vicky pulls out of her, his cock glistening with their combined juices. Malvika's pussy clenches around him, not wanting to let go. She watches as he gets off the bed and moves to the chair beside it, his cock still half-hard. He sits down heavily, his eyes never leaving hers. "Now, clean me up," he says, his voice a rough growl.

Malvika nods, her body still thrumming with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She slides off the bed, her legs wobbly from the intensity of her climax. She kneels before him, her eyes on the floor as she takes his cock in her hand. Her tongue darts out, licking away the traces of her own juices mixed with his seed. The taste is faintly salty, a reminder of the power she holds over him in this moment.

Her mouth opens, and she takes him in, her eyes never leaving his as she starts to suck. Vicky's hand tangles in her hair, guiding her, showing her how he likes it. Malvika's lips are soft and warm around him, her tongue swirling and flicking against the sensitive underside of his cockhead. He groans, his grip tightening as he feels himself harden again.

The script is forgotten, the lines of power and control blurred between them. This isn't just an audition anymore; it's a ritual, a dance of desire that's spinning out of control. Malvika knows she's playing a dangerous game, but she can't help herself. The taste of him, the feel of his skin against her tongue, it's intoxicating. She sucks him deeper, her cheeks hollowing as she takes his entire length into her mouth.

Vicky's eyes are half-lidded, watching her with a mix of awe and lust. He can't believe the transformation in her, from the shy, eager actress to this sexual goddess kneeling before him. His hips rock slightly, fucking her mouth with slow, deliberate strokes. She takes it all, her eyes watering slightly with the effort, but she doesn't stop. This is what she wants, what she needs to prove to him, to herself, that she's worthy of this role, of this world.

"Malvika," he says, his voice thick with satisfaction, "you're a natural." His hand tightens in her hair, guiding her movements as she bobs her head. She feels the power in her submission, the thrill of knowing she's pleasing him, making him groan with need. She takes him deeper, feeling the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat. His groan turns into a hiss, and she knows she's doing it right.

He watches her, his eyes hooded and dark with desire. "Look at me," he commands, and she does, her eyes watering as she stares up at him while her mouth works his length. "Your mouth is so warm, so welcoming," he murmurs, his voice sending shivers down her spine. "You make me feel like a king."

Malvika's eyes widen slightly, the taste of him still coating her mouth as she pulls back to catch her breath. She can feel the power in his words, the way he's claiming her. She's not just an actress anymore; she's a vessel for his desires, a tool for his pleasure. She swallows hard, her throat working around the thickness of his shaft as she takes him in again, eager to please him.

"Mmm," Vicky murmurs, his voice a low rumble of approval. "Your mouth is heaven, Malvika. You're going to make a lot of men very happy in this industry." His hand is still tangled in her hair, guiding her movements with a gentle but firm grip. She can feel the beginnings of a blush creeping up her neck, a mix of embarrassment and excitement. She's never been talked to like this before, never been treated like a sexual object so openly.

Malvika's eyes never leave Vicky's as she continues to suck him off, her cheeks hollowing with each bob of her head. She can feel the wetness between her own thighs, the sticky residue of their earlier encounter. His words are a heady mix of praise and dominance, and she's surprised to find she likes it. She's always been in control in her previous encounters, but here, kneeling before him, she feels alive in a way she's never experienced.

"Malvika," Vicky says, his voice gruff with arousal, "my cock looks good in your mouth." Malvika's eyes widen slightly, and she moans around his shaft, the vibration making him jerk in her grip. She loves the way his eyes light up with each sound she makes, the way his breath hitches when she hits just the right spot. She takes him deeper, her throat muscles working to accommodate his thickness

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Malvika's eyes widened as she felt a surge of pride at his words. She'd never felt this way before, like she was truly in control of a man's desires. She took him in deeper, her throat working around his length, her tongue swirling around his cockhead in a delicate dance of seduction. Vicky's eyes never left hers, his expression a mix of lust and fascination.

"That's it," he murmured, his voice strained. "Just like that." His hips began to rock in time with her movements, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth with increasing speed. Malvika could feel the tension building in him, the way his muscles tensed and his breath grew shallower. She knew he was close, and she redoubled her efforts, eager to taste his cum.

Vicky's hand tightened in her hair, and he pulled her closer, his hips bucking up to meet her mouth. "I'm going to cum," he warned her, his voice tight with need. Malvika nodded, her eyes never leaving his as she braced herself for the release she knew was coming.

With a final groan, Vicky's cock swelled in her mouth, and he came, spurts of hot, thick cum filling her. She swallowed greedily, her eyes never leaving his, the taste of him coating her tongue. He shuddered with pleasure, his body going slack with satisfaction. Malvika pulled back, her cheeks flushed, her mouth still open slightly with the effort.

Vicky leaned back in the chair, his chest heaving. "You're hired," he said, his voice gruff. "You're going to be the star of 'Katil Haseena.'" Malvika's eyes went wide with shock, and she stumbled to her feet, her legs shaking. She'd done it; she'd secured her place in Bollywood. But at what cost?

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Good update

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This is dangerously close to reality

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