17-09-2024, 09:26 PM
KAREENA KAPOOR - A ADULT WEB SERIES AUDITION
PART -1
In the bustling heart of Mumbai, a figure emerged from the shadows of a narrow alleyway, the setting sun casting a warm glow across her face. Kareena Kapoor, once the darling of Bollywood, now found herself navigating the uncharted waters of a changing industry. Her once-glittering career had lost its shine, and she was eager to grasp at any opportunity that could restore her to her former glory. As she approached the nondescript building that housed the production office for an upcoming web series, she took a deep breath, steeling herself for the challenge ahead.
The director, a young man named Rohit, greeted her with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. He was known for pushing boundaries in his work, and Kareena had been both intrigued and apprehensive when he approached her with the offer. The meeting room was dimly lit, filled with the faint scent of stale coffee and the hum of a distant air conditioner. Rohit wasted no time in getting to the point, explaining the plot of the series and the bold scenes she would need to perform. Her role was that of a sex worker, and her co-star, the popular Vicky Kaushal, would play a regular customer seeking refuge in her arms.
Kareena felt a knot tighten in her stomach as she listened to the details. The scenes were graphic, the language raw. But she had made her decision; she needed this. She nodded solemnly, and Rohit handed her a script. Her eyes scanned the pages, taking in the crass dialogues that seemed to leap off the paper. The words felt foreign in her mouth, a stark contrast to the sweet nothings she had murmured in countless romantic films. Yet, she knew she had to embrace this new side of herself if she wanted to stay relevant.
The audition was set for the next day. Kareena retreated to her apartment, her thoughts racing. She had never done anything like this before. She paced the floor, trying to memorize the lines that were so far removed from her usual repertoire. The vulgar language rolled awkwardly on her tongue, and she wondered if she could truly embody the character. The stakes were high, and she felt a mix of excitement and fear. This was the kind of role that could either revive her career or bury it for good.
As the sun set, she looked out of the window, watching the city lights flicker to life. She knew she had to give it her all. The next day, she would step onto the set, not as the glamorous star she once was, but as a woman ready to bare her soul for the sake of art. The anticipation grew, a palpable force that filled the room. She closed her eyes and took another deep breath, focusing on the words that would soon spill from her lips, a dance of passion and desperation. This was a new chapter, one that would test her limits and force her to confront the reality of her new path. With a final nod to her reflection, she turned off the lights and climbed into bed, ready to face whatever the morrow brought.
The audition day dawned with a mix of nerves and determination. The set was a grimy room, a stark contrast to the opulent film sets she was accustomed to. Vicky was already there, dressed in the attire of a man with little to lose, his eyes filled with a quiet respect for her courage. They exchanged a brief nod, understanding the gravity of the moment. The air was thick with tension as the director called for action, and the cameras began to roll.
"Yes, master," Kareena murmured, her voice low and sultry, "you are here again." Vicky's eyes lit up with a predatory glint as he stepped closer, the coarse fabric of his shirt brushing against her bare shoulder. "How are you, my randi?" he asked, the word rolling off his tongue with surprising ease. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she replied, "I am good, but waiting for your cock." The words felt wrong, yet oddly liberating in the context of the scene.
With a wink, she leaned back on the tattered bed, her breasts bouncing with the movement. The cheap bells on her anklet jingled, adding a melodious soundtrack to the squalid setting. Vicky's gaze lingered on the gentle sway of her hips, his own desire evident in the tightening of his pants. The director called for a pause, his eyes assessing their chemistry with a critical eye. "Perfect," he murmured, scribbling something on his clipboard. "Now, Kareena, say the line again, but this time, bounce your boobs as you do."
Kareena's cheeks flushed a deep red, but she complied, her hands cupping her breasts and lifting them slightly before letting them fall. The sound of them bouncing against her chest was obscene, and she felt a strange thrill at the raw sexuality of the moment. "Yes, Sahab ji," she repeated, her voice dripping with a practiced seductiveness, "apka lund ke liye main bekarar hu." Vicky took a step closer, his eyes never leaving hers. The intensity of his gaze made her heart race, and she felt a dampness forming between her legs. The director nodded approvingly, his focus unwavering on the raw, carnality unfolding before him.
The scene continued to escalate, Vicky's hand reaching out to grab her boobs roughly. The suddenness of the contact took Kareena by surprise, and she gasped. His touch was firm, his thumbs circling her erect nipples, sending a bolt of pleasure through her body. She leaned into his grasp, her eyes fluttering closed as she moaned softly. It was a performance, she reminded herself, but the line between reality and fiction was blurring. His grip tightened, his other hand sliding down to caress her thigh, the fabric of her short skirt riding up to reveal more of her smooth skin.
"Cut!" Rohit's voice pierced the air, and Kareena's eyes snapped open. She looked at him, her chest heaving, only to find his expression unimpressed. "No, no, Kareena. You need to look more... happy." He gestured with his hand, as if trying to coax a smile out of her. "Remember, you're here to make him feel like a king. Like he's the only man in the world."
Kareena took a deep breath and nodded, pushing aside the confusion that washed over her. She had to sell this, had to make it believable. Vicky's hand was still on her thigh, his thumb tracing slow circles. "Let's go again," she murmured, her voice a mix of determination and the seductive purr she'd practiced. The director nodded, and the cameras rolled once more.
This time, when Vicky touched her, she leaned into it, her eyes sparkling with a hunger that was more than just for the part. "Oh, Sahab," she purred, her voice thick with lust, "you make me so wet." His eyes darkened, and he slid his hand up her skirt, his fingers finding the warm, damp fabric of her panties. She gasped, her hips bucking slightly at the contact. The director watched intently, his expression unreadable.
"Sahab ji," she whispered, her voice dripping with sweetness and a hint of desperation, "apke liye to hum sada ready rehte hi. Kya bolo kya hukum hai, yeh sab apka hi maal hai." She took his hand and placed it firmly on her left breast, the fabric of her blouse stretching tightly around his fingers. His grip tightened, and she threw her head back, arching her back to give him better access. Vicky's eyes narrowed, his gaze intense as he watched her, his other hand sliding up to cover her right breast. He squeezed, and she moaned, her body responding to his touch despite the awkwardness of the situation.
But the director wasn't satisfied. "No, no, Kareena," he called out, interrupting the scene. "You're doing it wrong." Kareena looked up at him, her cheeks flushed with a mix of arousal and embarrassment. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice a little shaky.
Rohit strode over, his eyes piercing through her. "You're supposed to be a sex worker. You need to make him feel like he's in control, like he can do anything to you and you'll love it." He paused, his gaze lingering on her for a moment too long before adding, "And Vicky, you can't press her boobs so hard. Just keep your hand there, but don't squeeze. Let the anticipation build."
Kareena nodded, feeling a strange mix of relief and disappointment. She didn't know why she felt disappointed; this was what she signed up for, after all. But as she looked into Vicky's eyes, she saw the same confusion mirrored in them. They were both actors, used to playing roles, but this was pushing the envelope in a way that was both thrilling and unsettling. They took their positions again, and the director called for action.
This time, when Vicky's hand rested on her breast, it was lighter, his thumb lazily circling her erect nipple. The tension in the room was palpable, but she focused on the task at hand. "Please, Sahab," she whimpered, her voice a siren's call, "tell me what you want." His hand slid down to her thigh, his grip tightening as he leaned in close, his breath hot on her neck. "Tell me," she repeated, her voice a whisper.
The director nodded, his gaze still sharp. "Good, Kareena. Now, look at me when you say it." She met Rohit's eyes, and for a moment, she felt a flicker of something she couldn't quite name. His expression was intense, almost hungry. "Sahab," she murmured, her eyes never leaving Rohit's, "tell me what you wish." Vicky's hand slid further up her thigh, the fabric of her panties growing damp. She could feel his arousal pressing against her leg, and it sent a thrill through her that she hadn't anticipated.
"Keep it going," Rohit instructed, his voice low and gruff. "And Vicky, remember, you're the customer. Take what you want, but don't forget to make it believable."
Kareena's heart pounded in her chest as she looked into the director's eyes, the words he'd just spoken echoing in her mind. She could feel Vicky's hand on her thigh, his thumb brushing against the damp fabric of her panties. It was all a part of the scene, she told herself, but the line between reality and the role she was playing was blurring. She took a shaky breath and leaned into the moment, her eyes never leaving Rohit's as she whispered, "Whatever you wish, Sahab."
The director nodded, his gaze never leaving hers. "Perfect," he murmured, his voice thick with something she couldn't quite place. "Now, let's add some intimacy." He stepped closer to Vicky, his hand reaching out to guide his. "Like this," he said, his hand hovering over Vicky's, showing him the gentle, lingering touch he wanted. Vicky nodded, his eyes never leaving hers, and she felt his hand move to cup her breast again, his thumb circling her nipple in a way that made her skin tingle.
Kareena bit her lip, focusing on the scene, on the character she was playing. She was a professional, she reminded herself, and this was just another role. But the way Vicky's eyes held hers, the way his touch sent waves of heat through her body, it was all too real. She swallowed hard, her voice low and needy. "Please, Sahab," she begged, her hand reaching up to cover his, "just take me."
The director's voice cut through the haze of their performance. "Cut," he called out, his voice sharp. "Good job, Kareena. That was perfect." The words of praise barely registered as she sat up, pulling her blouse back into place. Vicky stepped back, his own chest heaving. He offered her a shaky smile, and she took his hand, her own trembling slightly.
"Now," Rohit continued, his tone business-like, "we're going to move on to the next part of the audition. The sex scene." Kareena's heart skipped a beat. This was it. This was the moment she had been both dreading and anticipating. The scene that would determine if she was truly ready to push the boundaries of her acting. She took a deep breath and nodded.
The crew bustled around the set, adjusting the lighting and the camera angles, while Kareena took a moment to compose herself. The director handed her a glass of water, his gaze lingering for a moment longer than necessary. "You're doing great," he assured her, his voice a gentle caress. She took a sip, the cool liquid calming her nerves.
"Places," Rohit called out, and Kareena took her position on the bed, her heart racing. Vicky joined her, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and excitement. She could see the outline of his erection through his trousers, and she felt a rush of heat to her cheeks. This was it. The moment she had been preparing for, the scene that could either make or break her comeback.
The director positioned them, arranging their bodies to look as natural and as erotic as possible. "Remember," he instructed, "this scene needs to be raw, it needs to feel real." Kareena nodded, taking a deep breath as she unbuttoned her blouse, letting it fall open to reveal her lacy bra. Vicky's eyes widened slightly, but he remained in character, his gaze never leaving hers. The director nodded in approval before calling for the cameraman to start rolling.
As the scene began, Vicky's hand slid up Kareena's thigh, his fingers grazing the lace of her panties. She gasped, the sound genuine, and reached for her bra clasp. But Rohit intervened, his voice firm. "No, Kareena. Leave it." He stepped closer, his gaze intense. "We need to see your reaction, your vulnerability. It's essential for the scene." She hesitated, glancing down at the crew whose eyes were glued to the unfolding spectacle. The anticipation was thick, almost tangible.
With a deep breath, she nodded, her hands moving to cover her breasts instead. Vicky's hand paused, and she could feel his questioning gaze. But she knew what she had to do. The director's instructions echoed in her mind. This was the moment she had agreed to, the price she had to pay for her comeback. Slowly, she leaned back, allowing him to pull her bra down, exposing her bare breasts to the room.
The cool air of the set kissed her sensitive skin, and she felt a rush of excitement mingled with embarrassment. Vicky's eyes widened slightly, but he remained in character, his hand moving to cup her breast, his thumb flicking her nipple. She gasped, the sensation surprisingly real, despite the artificial setting. The crew watched intently, their eyes raking over her exposed body, and she felt a strange thrill at being the center of their attention. It was as if she had shed a layer of her former self, revealing a new, more daring version of Kareena Kapoor.
"Kya mast boobs hai re tere," Vicky murmured, his voice filled with a faux adoration that seemed all too real in the moment. His words echoed through the room, and Kareena felt a blush creep up her neck. "Inko kyu chupake rakhti hai?" He squeezed her breast, and she bit her lip, fighting the urge to close her eyes. The vulgarity of his words stung, but she knew it was all part of the act. She was a sex worker in this scene, and she had to sell it.
"Yeh sab aapka hi hai, Sahab ji," she responded, her voice a seductive whisper. "Jab chahe aapke liye ready hai ye apki rand." Kareena felt the words stick in her throat, but she delivered them with a practiced ease, her eyes never leaving Vicky's. She was a good actor, and she knew how to separate herself from the script. But the heat in the room was becoming too much to ignore, and she could feel her body responding to his touch. Her nipples were hard, and she could feel the wetness between her legs.
Vicky's hand moved to her other breast, his thumb teasing the sensitive peak as he leaned in closer. "Mmm," he murmured, his voice low and gruff. "So soft, so perfect." Kareena's eyes closed for a brief moment, the sensation of his mouth on her skin making her forget the cameras, the crew, and even the script. This was acting, she told herself, but it felt so real. So wrong and yet, in this twisted way, so incredibly right.
His mouth closed over her nipple, and she couldn't hold back the moan that escaped her lips. It was a sound that seemed to resonate in the small, grimy room, bouncing off the walls and into the ears of everyone present. She felt a hand on the back of her head, pushing her further into his embrace, and she realized it was the director's. "That's it," Rohit encouraged, his voice a dark whisper. "Make it look like you're enjoying it."
Vicky's tongue flicked against her sensitive flesh, his teeth grazing her nipple gently. Kareena's body responded involuntarily, arching towards him as he sucked harder. The vulgarity of the act was not lost on her, but she couldn't deny the pleasure that coursed through her. Her hand found its way to the back of his neck, her fingers digging into his hair as she urged him on. "Oh, yes," she murmured, the words slipping out before she could stop them.
The director's hand left her head, and she heard the sound of his zipper being pulled down. She opened her eyes to find Rohit standing over them, his own desire clear as he watched the scene unfold. "Keep going," he instructed, his eyes never leaving hers. "I want to see how much you're willing to give for this role." The challenge in his gaze was unmistakable, and she knew what was expected of her.
Vicky's mouth moved to her other breast, his teeth nipping at her sensitive skin. Kareena gasped, her body writhing under his expert touch. It was a dance of power and submission, one she had never experienced before. The director stepped closer, his own erection pressing against her leg as he guided Vicky's hand to her panties. "Take them off," he ordered, his voice strained.
Kareena's eyes flew open, meeting Vicky's. For a moment, she saw the real him, not just the character he was playing. His eyes held a question, a silent plea for her consent. With a nod, she allowed him to continue, his hand slipping under the waistband of her panties. The fabric was wet with her arousal, and she felt a thrill of excitement as he gently tugged them down her legs. She was naked before them all, exposed in a way she had never been before. Yet, she didn't feel shame. Instead, there was a strange sense of liberation.
"Kaisa laga raha hai meri raand?" Vicky whispered against her skin, his breath hot and ragged. She knew the question was for the director, but it sent a shiver down her spine. She was no stranger to hearing men praise her body, but these words, spoken in this context, were different. They were raw, gritty, and utterly consuming. She swallowed hard, her voice a throaty whisper. "Very good, Sahab."
Rohit's eyes gleamed as he took in the sight before him. "Now, Kareena, tell him what you want," he instructed, his voice low and demanding. She took a deep breath, letting the words roll off her tongue as if they were a sweet, forbidden treat. "I want you to suck my boobs," she murmured, the vulgarity of the Hindi slang sounding surprisingly natural. Vicky's eyes met hers, and she could see the hunger in them, the need to satisfy both the director and the scene.
He leaned in, his mouth enveloping her right breast, his tongue swirling around her nipple. Kareena's back arched, her nails digging into the bed. The sound of his mouth on her skin was obscene, and she felt a rush of pleasure that was as surprising as it was intense. "Kya maal hai," Vicky murmured against her flesh, his teeth grazing her nipple. Kareena's eyes fluttered closed, her body responding to his touch. She had never felt this way before, not even with her ex-lovers. This was raw, animalistic lust, and she was loving every second of it.
"Kareena," Rohit's voice cut through the haze of pleasure, his tone sharp. "Keep talking." She forced her eyes open, meeting his gaze. "Ab kya, Sahab?" she panted, her voice a breathy whisper. "Kya boobs chod doge?" The words were crude, but the challenge in her tone was clear. Vicky looked up at her, his eyes hooded with desire. He understood the game they were playing, the fine line between reality and the scene.
With a smirk, he released her breast and sat up, his hand trailing down her stomach. "Chal na," he said, his voice low and teasing. "Agar meri randi banegi toh boobs bhi khane do." Kareena's heart raced as she watched him, his confidence and dominance in the scene only adding to the excitement. She knew she had to match him, to give the director what he wanted.
"Han, Sahab," she responded, her voice a seductive purr. "Lekin aap bhi mera maal lena chahte ho toh zara dikhao kitna chahte ho." She slid her hand down to her wet panties, her fingers brushing against her clit. Vicky's eyes widened slightly, his own excitement clear. Rohit nodded, his gaze never leaving the intimate scene before him.
The sucking continued, Vicky's mouth moving from one nipple to the other with an expertise that had Kareena's toes curling. Her breath came in shallow gasps, her eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure built. The vulgar dialogues flowed freely between them, each word a caress that stoked the fire of their passion. "Aur boobs bahut achche lagte hai," Vicky murmured, his tongue flicking across her chest. "Tum bhi mujhe suck karegi?"
"Haan," Kareena moaned, her hand sliding down to the bulge in Vicky's pants. "Aapka lund bhi khana chahti hoon." Her voice was thick with desire, the words coming easily now. She could feel the tension building within her, the anticipation of what was to come. The cameras rolled, capturing every intimate moment, every gasp and moan. The crew was silent, their eyes glued to the unfolding scene, but she was beyond caring about their gazes. This was her comeback, her chance to prove she was still relevant.
Vicky's hand moved away from her breast, and she felt the coldness of the room replace the warmth of his touch. But it didn't last long as his fingers began to explore her most intimate parts, tracing the wetness of her panties. She could feel her pulse racing, her body trembling with need. "Ready for the next part?" Rohit asked, his voice a sultry whisper. She nodded, her eyes still closed, lost in the sensation of Vicky's touch.
The director's voice grew more insistent. "Show us, Kareena. Show us how much you want him." She opened her eyes and looked directly into Vicky's, her hand reaching up to cup his face. "Mera bada lund, meri jaan," she murmured, her voice a siren's call. "Aapka maal, mera haq." He leaned in, his mouth claiming hers in a kiss that was anything but gentle. His tongue pushed past her lips, invading her mouth with a passion that left her breathless.
Rohit cleared his throat, breaking the spell. "Good," he said, his voice tight with excitement. "But remember, the scene requires intimacy. We need to believe you're enjoying this." He glanced down at Vicky's hand, still buried in her panties. "Now, for the next part."
Kareena's eyes snapped open, and she pulled back slightly, looking at the director. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice a little shaky. Rohit stepped closer, his eyes dark with intent. "You know, Kareena," he began, "for this scene to work, you need to show us you're willing to go all the way."
He paused, watching her closely. "But I know you're a celebrity, and there are lines even you won't cross." He smirked. "So, I've come up with a solution. We'll use a sock instead of the real thing for your blowjob scene." The room grew quiet, the crew holding their breath, waiting for her reaction. Vicky looked at her, his eyes a mix of curiosity and concern.
Kareena felt a flash of annoyance, but she knew she had signed up for this. She was determined to prove herself, to show that she could still deliver the goods. "Alright," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "What do you want me to do?"
Rohit's smirk grew wider. "Good girl," he said, patting her cheek. "Now, we'll use a sock for the blowjob scene. It'll look realistic, and we can still get the shot we need." He held up a clean, white sock. "But first, we need to make sure it's the right size." He handed it to Vicky, who took it with a quizzical look. "Here," Rohit said, his voice thick with innuendo, "see if it fits your cock."
Vicky took the sock, his eyes flicking to Kareena for a moment before he began to unbuckle his belt. She watched, her breath hitching in her throat as he freed himself, his erection standing proud and thick. He slid the sock over his length, and Kareena couldn't help but stare. The sight was both absurd and erotic, a surreal moment in the middle of this grimy set. "How's that?" he asked, his voice a low growl.
The director nodded, his gaze never leaving Kareena's face. "Perfect," he said, his eyes gleaming. "Now, Kareena, I know you're a celebrity, and we can't have you actually doing something like this on camera. But for the scene, you need to make it look real. Like you're eager for it." He paused, watching her closely. "Can you handle that?"
Kareena took a deep breath, her mind racing. This was what she had signed up for, to push the boundaries. She nodded, a fiery determination burning in her eyes. "Yes, I can do it," she murmured, her voice steady.
Rohit leaned in closer, his voice a seductive purr. "Good girl," he said, his eyes raking over her bare breasts. "Now, let's get to the next part." He gestured to the sock-covered erection in Vicky's hand. "You know, Kareena, we can't have you actually doing this on camera. But for the scene, you need to make it look like you're eager for it." He paused, watching her reaction. "What do you prefer, a sock or a dildo?"
Kareena's heart pounded in her chest. She knew this was a test, a way for the director to see how far she was willing to go for the role. She took a moment, weighing her options. A sock was ridiculous, but a dildo would at least be a more realistic prop. "I'll take the dildo," she said, her voice a little shakier than she would have liked.
Rohit's smile grew wider, his eyes never leaving hers as he nodded to an assistant who scurried off to fetch the requested item. The room felt hot, her skin sticky with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. When the assistant returned with a large, realistic dildo, Kareena felt a wave of nausea wash over her. This was it, the moment she had feared and yet, strangely, also craved.
"Now, Kareena," the director began, his voice a seductive purr, "this is your chance to show us how much you want this role." He took the dildo from the assistant and held it out to her. "You know you can't actually suck him off, but I need you to make it look as real as possible. Can you do that for me?"
Kareena's heart raced as she took the dildo, the weight of it feeling strange and foreign in her hand. She had never done anything like this before, not even in the privacy of her own home. But she was an actor, and she had to deliver. She took a deep breath and nodded, her eyes never leaving Rohit's. "I'll do whatever it takes," she murmured, her voice a mix of determination and trepidation.
"Good," Rohit said, his voice still low and sultry. "Now, get on your knees and show us what you've got." Vicky stepped closer, his hand still wrapped around the makeshift phallus. Kareena swallowed hard, dropping to her knees before him. The room was silent, save for the rustle of fabric and the sound of her own breathing.
"Lele, mera lund muh me," Vicky said, his voice gruff and demanding. Kareena's eyes never left his as she leaned in, her lips parting. The tip of the dildo touched her tongue, and she tasted the faint scent of rubber. She forced herself to ignore the absurdity of the situation and focused on the role. "Han, malik," she responded, her voice a sultry whisper, "Mera muh apke lund ke liye hi hai."
The room was still, the only sound the muffled noise of the crew's breathing. She wrapped her lips around the dildo, her eyes never leaving Vicky's. He groaned, his hand tightening around the base as she began to suck, her cheeks hollowing with the effort. The director's voice cut through the silence. "More, Kareena. Make it look like you're really enjoying it."
Her eyes watered slightly as she took more of the rubber length into her mouth, her hand cupping his balls in a way that she hoped was convincing. Vicky's voice grew more urgent. "Lele, meri randi," he said, his hips thrusting slightly. She knew he was getting into character, but the way he said it sent a shiver down her spine. She moaned around the fake cock, the vibration adding to the illusion.
PART -1
In the bustling heart of Mumbai, a figure emerged from the shadows of a narrow alleyway, the setting sun casting a warm glow across her face. Kareena Kapoor, once the darling of Bollywood, now found herself navigating the uncharted waters of a changing industry. Her once-glittering career had lost its shine, and she was eager to grasp at any opportunity that could restore her to her former glory. As she approached the nondescript building that housed the production office for an upcoming web series, she took a deep breath, steeling herself for the challenge ahead.
The director, a young man named Rohit, greeted her with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. He was known for pushing boundaries in his work, and Kareena had been both intrigued and apprehensive when he approached her with the offer. The meeting room was dimly lit, filled with the faint scent of stale coffee and the hum of a distant air conditioner. Rohit wasted no time in getting to the point, explaining the plot of the series and the bold scenes she would need to perform. Her role was that of a sex worker, and her co-star, the popular Vicky Kaushal, would play a regular customer seeking refuge in her arms.
Kareena felt a knot tighten in her stomach as she listened to the details. The scenes were graphic, the language raw. But she had made her decision; she needed this. She nodded solemnly, and Rohit handed her a script. Her eyes scanned the pages, taking in the crass dialogues that seemed to leap off the paper. The words felt foreign in her mouth, a stark contrast to the sweet nothings she had murmured in countless romantic films. Yet, she knew she had to embrace this new side of herself if she wanted to stay relevant.
The audition was set for the next day. Kareena retreated to her apartment, her thoughts racing. She had never done anything like this before. She paced the floor, trying to memorize the lines that were so far removed from her usual repertoire. The vulgar language rolled awkwardly on her tongue, and she wondered if she could truly embody the character. The stakes were high, and she felt a mix of excitement and fear. This was the kind of role that could either revive her career or bury it for good.
As the sun set, she looked out of the window, watching the city lights flicker to life. She knew she had to give it her all. The next day, she would step onto the set, not as the glamorous star she once was, but as a woman ready to bare her soul for the sake of art. The anticipation grew, a palpable force that filled the room. She closed her eyes and took another deep breath, focusing on the words that would soon spill from her lips, a dance of passion and desperation. This was a new chapter, one that would test her limits and force her to confront the reality of her new path. With a final nod to her reflection, she turned off the lights and climbed into bed, ready to face whatever the morrow brought.
The audition day dawned with a mix of nerves and determination. The set was a grimy room, a stark contrast to the opulent film sets she was accustomed to. Vicky was already there, dressed in the attire of a man with little to lose, his eyes filled with a quiet respect for her courage. They exchanged a brief nod, understanding the gravity of the moment. The air was thick with tension as the director called for action, and the cameras began to roll.
"Yes, master," Kareena murmured, her voice low and sultry, "you are here again." Vicky's eyes lit up with a predatory glint as he stepped closer, the coarse fabric of his shirt brushing against her bare shoulder. "How are you, my randi?" he asked, the word rolling off his tongue with surprising ease. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she replied, "I am good, but waiting for your cock." The words felt wrong, yet oddly liberating in the context of the scene.
With a wink, she leaned back on the tattered bed, her breasts bouncing with the movement. The cheap bells on her anklet jingled, adding a melodious soundtrack to the squalid setting. Vicky's gaze lingered on the gentle sway of her hips, his own desire evident in the tightening of his pants. The director called for a pause, his eyes assessing their chemistry with a critical eye. "Perfect," he murmured, scribbling something on his clipboard. "Now, Kareena, say the line again, but this time, bounce your boobs as you do."
Kareena's cheeks flushed a deep red, but she complied, her hands cupping her breasts and lifting them slightly before letting them fall. The sound of them bouncing against her chest was obscene, and she felt a strange thrill at the raw sexuality of the moment. "Yes, Sahab ji," she repeated, her voice dripping with a practiced seductiveness, "apka lund ke liye main bekarar hu." Vicky took a step closer, his eyes never leaving hers. The intensity of his gaze made her heart race, and she felt a dampness forming between her legs. The director nodded approvingly, his focus unwavering on the raw, carnality unfolding before him.
The scene continued to escalate, Vicky's hand reaching out to grab her boobs roughly. The suddenness of the contact took Kareena by surprise, and she gasped. His touch was firm, his thumbs circling her erect nipples, sending a bolt of pleasure through her body. She leaned into his grasp, her eyes fluttering closed as she moaned softly. It was a performance, she reminded herself, but the line between reality and fiction was blurring. His grip tightened, his other hand sliding down to caress her thigh, the fabric of her short skirt riding up to reveal more of her smooth skin.
"Cut!" Rohit's voice pierced the air, and Kareena's eyes snapped open. She looked at him, her chest heaving, only to find his expression unimpressed. "No, no, Kareena. You need to look more... happy." He gestured with his hand, as if trying to coax a smile out of her. "Remember, you're here to make him feel like a king. Like he's the only man in the world."
Kareena took a deep breath and nodded, pushing aside the confusion that washed over her. She had to sell this, had to make it believable. Vicky's hand was still on her thigh, his thumb tracing slow circles. "Let's go again," she murmured, her voice a mix of determination and the seductive purr she'd practiced. The director nodded, and the cameras rolled once more.
This time, when Vicky touched her, she leaned into it, her eyes sparkling with a hunger that was more than just for the part. "Oh, Sahab," she purred, her voice thick with lust, "you make me so wet." His eyes darkened, and he slid his hand up her skirt, his fingers finding the warm, damp fabric of her panties. She gasped, her hips bucking slightly at the contact. The director watched intently, his expression unreadable.
"Sahab ji," she whispered, her voice dripping with sweetness and a hint of desperation, "apke liye to hum sada ready rehte hi. Kya bolo kya hukum hai, yeh sab apka hi maal hai." She took his hand and placed it firmly on her left breast, the fabric of her blouse stretching tightly around his fingers. His grip tightened, and she threw her head back, arching her back to give him better access. Vicky's eyes narrowed, his gaze intense as he watched her, his other hand sliding up to cover her right breast. He squeezed, and she moaned, her body responding to his touch despite the awkwardness of the situation.
But the director wasn't satisfied. "No, no, Kareena," he called out, interrupting the scene. "You're doing it wrong." Kareena looked up at him, her cheeks flushed with a mix of arousal and embarrassment. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice a little shaky.
Rohit strode over, his eyes piercing through her. "You're supposed to be a sex worker. You need to make him feel like he's in control, like he can do anything to you and you'll love it." He paused, his gaze lingering on her for a moment too long before adding, "And Vicky, you can't press her boobs so hard. Just keep your hand there, but don't squeeze. Let the anticipation build."
Kareena nodded, feeling a strange mix of relief and disappointment. She didn't know why she felt disappointed; this was what she signed up for, after all. But as she looked into Vicky's eyes, she saw the same confusion mirrored in them. They were both actors, used to playing roles, but this was pushing the envelope in a way that was both thrilling and unsettling. They took their positions again, and the director called for action.
This time, when Vicky's hand rested on her breast, it was lighter, his thumb lazily circling her erect nipple. The tension in the room was palpable, but she focused on the task at hand. "Please, Sahab," she whimpered, her voice a siren's call, "tell me what you want." His hand slid down to her thigh, his grip tightening as he leaned in close, his breath hot on her neck. "Tell me," she repeated, her voice a whisper.
The director nodded, his gaze still sharp. "Good, Kareena. Now, look at me when you say it." She met Rohit's eyes, and for a moment, she felt a flicker of something she couldn't quite name. His expression was intense, almost hungry. "Sahab," she murmured, her eyes never leaving Rohit's, "tell me what you wish." Vicky's hand slid further up her thigh, the fabric of her panties growing damp. She could feel his arousal pressing against her leg, and it sent a thrill through her that she hadn't anticipated.
"Keep it going," Rohit instructed, his voice low and gruff. "And Vicky, remember, you're the customer. Take what you want, but don't forget to make it believable."
Kareena's heart pounded in her chest as she looked into the director's eyes, the words he'd just spoken echoing in her mind. She could feel Vicky's hand on her thigh, his thumb brushing against the damp fabric of her panties. It was all a part of the scene, she told herself, but the line between reality and the role she was playing was blurring. She took a shaky breath and leaned into the moment, her eyes never leaving Rohit's as she whispered, "Whatever you wish, Sahab."
The director nodded, his gaze never leaving hers. "Perfect," he murmured, his voice thick with something she couldn't quite place. "Now, let's add some intimacy." He stepped closer to Vicky, his hand reaching out to guide his. "Like this," he said, his hand hovering over Vicky's, showing him the gentle, lingering touch he wanted. Vicky nodded, his eyes never leaving hers, and she felt his hand move to cup her breast again, his thumb circling her nipple in a way that made her skin tingle.
Kareena bit her lip, focusing on the scene, on the character she was playing. She was a professional, she reminded herself, and this was just another role. But the way Vicky's eyes held hers, the way his touch sent waves of heat through her body, it was all too real. She swallowed hard, her voice low and needy. "Please, Sahab," she begged, her hand reaching up to cover his, "just take me."
The director's voice cut through the haze of their performance. "Cut," he called out, his voice sharp. "Good job, Kareena. That was perfect." The words of praise barely registered as she sat up, pulling her blouse back into place. Vicky stepped back, his own chest heaving. He offered her a shaky smile, and she took his hand, her own trembling slightly.
"Now," Rohit continued, his tone business-like, "we're going to move on to the next part of the audition. The sex scene." Kareena's heart skipped a beat. This was it. This was the moment she had been both dreading and anticipating. The scene that would determine if she was truly ready to push the boundaries of her acting. She took a deep breath and nodded.
The crew bustled around the set, adjusting the lighting and the camera angles, while Kareena took a moment to compose herself. The director handed her a glass of water, his gaze lingering for a moment longer than necessary. "You're doing great," he assured her, his voice a gentle caress. She took a sip, the cool liquid calming her nerves.
"Places," Rohit called out, and Kareena took her position on the bed, her heart racing. Vicky joined her, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and excitement. She could see the outline of his erection through his trousers, and she felt a rush of heat to her cheeks. This was it. The moment she had been preparing for, the scene that could either make or break her comeback.
The director positioned them, arranging their bodies to look as natural and as erotic as possible. "Remember," he instructed, "this scene needs to be raw, it needs to feel real." Kareena nodded, taking a deep breath as she unbuttoned her blouse, letting it fall open to reveal her lacy bra. Vicky's eyes widened slightly, but he remained in character, his gaze never leaving hers. The director nodded in approval before calling for the cameraman to start rolling.
As the scene began, Vicky's hand slid up Kareena's thigh, his fingers grazing the lace of her panties. She gasped, the sound genuine, and reached for her bra clasp. But Rohit intervened, his voice firm. "No, Kareena. Leave it." He stepped closer, his gaze intense. "We need to see your reaction, your vulnerability. It's essential for the scene." She hesitated, glancing down at the crew whose eyes were glued to the unfolding spectacle. The anticipation was thick, almost tangible.
With a deep breath, she nodded, her hands moving to cover her breasts instead. Vicky's hand paused, and she could feel his questioning gaze. But she knew what she had to do. The director's instructions echoed in her mind. This was the moment she had agreed to, the price she had to pay for her comeback. Slowly, she leaned back, allowing him to pull her bra down, exposing her bare breasts to the room.
The cool air of the set kissed her sensitive skin, and she felt a rush of excitement mingled with embarrassment. Vicky's eyes widened slightly, but he remained in character, his hand moving to cup her breast, his thumb flicking her nipple. She gasped, the sensation surprisingly real, despite the artificial setting. The crew watched intently, their eyes raking over her exposed body, and she felt a strange thrill at being the center of their attention. It was as if she had shed a layer of her former self, revealing a new, more daring version of Kareena Kapoor.
"Kya mast boobs hai re tere," Vicky murmured, his voice filled with a faux adoration that seemed all too real in the moment. His words echoed through the room, and Kareena felt a blush creep up her neck. "Inko kyu chupake rakhti hai?" He squeezed her breast, and she bit her lip, fighting the urge to close her eyes. The vulgarity of his words stung, but she knew it was all part of the act. She was a sex worker in this scene, and she had to sell it.
"Yeh sab aapka hi hai, Sahab ji," she responded, her voice a seductive whisper. "Jab chahe aapke liye ready hai ye apki rand." Kareena felt the words stick in her throat, but she delivered them with a practiced ease, her eyes never leaving Vicky's. She was a good actor, and she knew how to separate herself from the script. But the heat in the room was becoming too much to ignore, and she could feel her body responding to his touch. Her nipples were hard, and she could feel the wetness between her legs.
Vicky's hand moved to her other breast, his thumb teasing the sensitive peak as he leaned in closer. "Mmm," he murmured, his voice low and gruff. "So soft, so perfect." Kareena's eyes closed for a brief moment, the sensation of his mouth on her skin making her forget the cameras, the crew, and even the script. This was acting, she told herself, but it felt so real. So wrong and yet, in this twisted way, so incredibly right.
His mouth closed over her nipple, and she couldn't hold back the moan that escaped her lips. It was a sound that seemed to resonate in the small, grimy room, bouncing off the walls and into the ears of everyone present. She felt a hand on the back of her head, pushing her further into his embrace, and she realized it was the director's. "That's it," Rohit encouraged, his voice a dark whisper. "Make it look like you're enjoying it."
Vicky's tongue flicked against her sensitive flesh, his teeth grazing her nipple gently. Kareena's body responded involuntarily, arching towards him as he sucked harder. The vulgarity of the act was not lost on her, but she couldn't deny the pleasure that coursed through her. Her hand found its way to the back of his neck, her fingers digging into his hair as she urged him on. "Oh, yes," she murmured, the words slipping out before she could stop them.
The director's hand left her head, and she heard the sound of his zipper being pulled down. She opened her eyes to find Rohit standing over them, his own desire clear as he watched the scene unfold. "Keep going," he instructed, his eyes never leaving hers. "I want to see how much you're willing to give for this role." The challenge in his gaze was unmistakable, and she knew what was expected of her.
Vicky's mouth moved to her other breast, his teeth nipping at her sensitive skin. Kareena gasped, her body writhing under his expert touch. It was a dance of power and submission, one she had never experienced before. The director stepped closer, his own erection pressing against her leg as he guided Vicky's hand to her panties. "Take them off," he ordered, his voice strained.
Kareena's eyes flew open, meeting Vicky's. For a moment, she saw the real him, not just the character he was playing. His eyes held a question, a silent plea for her consent. With a nod, she allowed him to continue, his hand slipping under the waistband of her panties. The fabric was wet with her arousal, and she felt a thrill of excitement as he gently tugged them down her legs. She was naked before them all, exposed in a way she had never been before. Yet, she didn't feel shame. Instead, there was a strange sense of liberation.
"Kaisa laga raha hai meri raand?" Vicky whispered against her skin, his breath hot and ragged. She knew the question was for the director, but it sent a shiver down her spine. She was no stranger to hearing men praise her body, but these words, spoken in this context, were different. They were raw, gritty, and utterly consuming. She swallowed hard, her voice a throaty whisper. "Very good, Sahab."
Rohit's eyes gleamed as he took in the sight before him. "Now, Kareena, tell him what you want," he instructed, his voice low and demanding. She took a deep breath, letting the words roll off her tongue as if they were a sweet, forbidden treat. "I want you to suck my boobs," she murmured, the vulgarity of the Hindi slang sounding surprisingly natural. Vicky's eyes met hers, and she could see the hunger in them, the need to satisfy both the director and the scene.
He leaned in, his mouth enveloping her right breast, his tongue swirling around her nipple. Kareena's back arched, her nails digging into the bed. The sound of his mouth on her skin was obscene, and she felt a rush of pleasure that was as surprising as it was intense. "Kya maal hai," Vicky murmured against her flesh, his teeth grazing her nipple. Kareena's eyes fluttered closed, her body responding to his touch. She had never felt this way before, not even with her ex-lovers. This was raw, animalistic lust, and she was loving every second of it.
"Kareena," Rohit's voice cut through the haze of pleasure, his tone sharp. "Keep talking." She forced her eyes open, meeting his gaze. "Ab kya, Sahab?" she panted, her voice a breathy whisper. "Kya boobs chod doge?" The words were crude, but the challenge in her tone was clear. Vicky looked up at her, his eyes hooded with desire. He understood the game they were playing, the fine line between reality and the scene.
With a smirk, he released her breast and sat up, his hand trailing down her stomach. "Chal na," he said, his voice low and teasing. "Agar meri randi banegi toh boobs bhi khane do." Kareena's heart raced as she watched him, his confidence and dominance in the scene only adding to the excitement. She knew she had to match him, to give the director what he wanted.
"Han, Sahab," she responded, her voice a seductive purr. "Lekin aap bhi mera maal lena chahte ho toh zara dikhao kitna chahte ho." She slid her hand down to her wet panties, her fingers brushing against her clit. Vicky's eyes widened slightly, his own excitement clear. Rohit nodded, his gaze never leaving the intimate scene before him.
The sucking continued, Vicky's mouth moving from one nipple to the other with an expertise that had Kareena's toes curling. Her breath came in shallow gasps, her eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure built. The vulgar dialogues flowed freely between them, each word a caress that stoked the fire of their passion. "Aur boobs bahut achche lagte hai," Vicky murmured, his tongue flicking across her chest. "Tum bhi mujhe suck karegi?"
"Haan," Kareena moaned, her hand sliding down to the bulge in Vicky's pants. "Aapka lund bhi khana chahti hoon." Her voice was thick with desire, the words coming easily now. She could feel the tension building within her, the anticipation of what was to come. The cameras rolled, capturing every intimate moment, every gasp and moan. The crew was silent, their eyes glued to the unfolding scene, but she was beyond caring about their gazes. This was her comeback, her chance to prove she was still relevant.
Vicky's hand moved away from her breast, and she felt the coldness of the room replace the warmth of his touch. But it didn't last long as his fingers began to explore her most intimate parts, tracing the wetness of her panties. She could feel her pulse racing, her body trembling with need. "Ready for the next part?" Rohit asked, his voice a sultry whisper. She nodded, her eyes still closed, lost in the sensation of Vicky's touch.
The director's voice grew more insistent. "Show us, Kareena. Show us how much you want him." She opened her eyes and looked directly into Vicky's, her hand reaching up to cup his face. "Mera bada lund, meri jaan," she murmured, her voice a siren's call. "Aapka maal, mera haq." He leaned in, his mouth claiming hers in a kiss that was anything but gentle. His tongue pushed past her lips, invading her mouth with a passion that left her breathless.
Rohit cleared his throat, breaking the spell. "Good," he said, his voice tight with excitement. "But remember, the scene requires intimacy. We need to believe you're enjoying this." He glanced down at Vicky's hand, still buried in her panties. "Now, for the next part."
Kareena's eyes snapped open, and she pulled back slightly, looking at the director. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice a little shaky. Rohit stepped closer, his eyes dark with intent. "You know, Kareena," he began, "for this scene to work, you need to show us you're willing to go all the way."
He paused, watching her closely. "But I know you're a celebrity, and there are lines even you won't cross." He smirked. "So, I've come up with a solution. We'll use a sock instead of the real thing for your blowjob scene." The room grew quiet, the crew holding their breath, waiting for her reaction. Vicky looked at her, his eyes a mix of curiosity and concern.
Kareena felt a flash of annoyance, but she knew she had signed up for this. She was determined to prove herself, to show that she could still deliver the goods. "Alright," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "What do you want me to do?"
Rohit's smirk grew wider. "Good girl," he said, patting her cheek. "Now, we'll use a sock for the blowjob scene. It'll look realistic, and we can still get the shot we need." He held up a clean, white sock. "But first, we need to make sure it's the right size." He handed it to Vicky, who took it with a quizzical look. "Here," Rohit said, his voice thick with innuendo, "see if it fits your cock."
Vicky took the sock, his eyes flicking to Kareena for a moment before he began to unbuckle his belt. She watched, her breath hitching in her throat as he freed himself, his erection standing proud and thick. He slid the sock over his length, and Kareena couldn't help but stare. The sight was both absurd and erotic, a surreal moment in the middle of this grimy set. "How's that?" he asked, his voice a low growl.
The director nodded, his gaze never leaving Kareena's face. "Perfect," he said, his eyes gleaming. "Now, Kareena, I know you're a celebrity, and we can't have you actually doing something like this on camera. But for the scene, you need to make it look real. Like you're eager for it." He paused, watching her closely. "Can you handle that?"
Kareena took a deep breath, her mind racing. This was what she had signed up for, to push the boundaries. She nodded, a fiery determination burning in her eyes. "Yes, I can do it," she murmured, her voice steady.
Rohit leaned in closer, his voice a seductive purr. "Good girl," he said, his eyes raking over her bare breasts. "Now, let's get to the next part." He gestured to the sock-covered erection in Vicky's hand. "You know, Kareena, we can't have you actually doing this on camera. But for the scene, you need to make it look like you're eager for it." He paused, watching her reaction. "What do you prefer, a sock or a dildo?"
Kareena's heart pounded in her chest. She knew this was a test, a way for the director to see how far she was willing to go for the role. She took a moment, weighing her options. A sock was ridiculous, but a dildo would at least be a more realistic prop. "I'll take the dildo," she said, her voice a little shakier than she would have liked.
Rohit's smile grew wider, his eyes never leaving hers as he nodded to an assistant who scurried off to fetch the requested item. The room felt hot, her skin sticky with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. When the assistant returned with a large, realistic dildo, Kareena felt a wave of nausea wash over her. This was it, the moment she had feared and yet, strangely, also craved.
"Now, Kareena," the director began, his voice a seductive purr, "this is your chance to show us how much you want this role." He took the dildo from the assistant and held it out to her. "You know you can't actually suck him off, but I need you to make it look as real as possible. Can you do that for me?"
Kareena's heart raced as she took the dildo, the weight of it feeling strange and foreign in her hand. She had never done anything like this before, not even in the privacy of her own home. But she was an actor, and she had to deliver. She took a deep breath and nodded, her eyes never leaving Rohit's. "I'll do whatever it takes," she murmured, her voice a mix of determination and trepidation.
"Good," Rohit said, his voice still low and sultry. "Now, get on your knees and show us what you've got." Vicky stepped closer, his hand still wrapped around the makeshift phallus. Kareena swallowed hard, dropping to her knees before him. The room was silent, save for the rustle of fabric and the sound of her own breathing.
"Lele, mera lund muh me," Vicky said, his voice gruff and demanding. Kareena's eyes never left his as she leaned in, her lips parting. The tip of the dildo touched her tongue, and she tasted the faint scent of rubber. She forced herself to ignore the absurdity of the situation and focused on the role. "Han, malik," she responded, her voice a sultry whisper, "Mera muh apke lund ke liye hi hai."
The room was still, the only sound the muffled noise of the crew's breathing. She wrapped her lips around the dildo, her eyes never leaving Vicky's. He groaned, his hand tightening around the base as she began to suck, her cheeks hollowing with the effort. The director's voice cut through the silence. "More, Kareena. Make it look like you're really enjoying it."
Her eyes watered slightly as she took more of the rubber length into her mouth, her hand cupping his balls in a way that she hoped was convincing. Vicky's voice grew more urgent. "Lele, meri randi," he said, his hips thrusting slightly. She knew he was getting into character, but the way he said it sent a shiver down her spine. She moaned around the fake cock, the vibration adding to the illusion.
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