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Alice's Acting Adventures: Chapter 3 - Casting Call

by Piper

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Alice crossed her legs, uncrossed them, and crossed them again. She did not think she had ever been so nervous, even back when she was Allie and her friends had dared her to steal from a gas station store. In fact, Alice would rather be in the middle of a grand heist right now, in which she would at least be able to move around. Instead, the 12-year-old was confined to a small, hard chair and wound tighter than a Jack-in-the-Box as she waited for her name to be called.

Nicole reached over and squeezed her daughter's hand. Alice looked up at the woman with a smile that might have been reassuring if it did not look like she was about to throw up. On Saturday, two days ago, the same day Alice had discovered her sudden disgust with her tomboyish ways, Nicole had signed the preteen up with a talent agency. The legitimacy, let alone the efficacy, of the agency was in some doubt since it had only required an online form, uploaded head shot, and a credit card number. Despite that, an email in Nicole's inbox the next day notified her of a casting call for a state-wide cereal commercial. A two-day turnaround was fantastic to Nicole and her daughter was even more excited about the opportunity. So Alice was missing her Monday morning classes to attend her first audition, and was regretting it more with each passing moment.

Over a dozen other blonde girls and their parents were in the lobby of the studio with Alice, the girls with timeslots close to hers. Each audition was only about 20 minutes but some ran long and others were over faster. Overly-conscious mothers, and occasionally fathers, brought the hopeful young actresses to the lobby as much as an hour before their scheduled times. The girls mostly talked amongst themselves, unless a flash of inspiration struck a parent and a girl was pulled aside for some last minute advice. Alice was too nervous to chat with the other girls, and Mrs. Tucker, being unfamiliar with the business, had only brought Alice to the audition 10 minutes before her timeslot. It was a blessing because Alice did not need to sweat in her seat for too long, but a curse because she felt even more unprepared as she watched other girls using their extra time for final primping.

The girl right before Alice was taking longer than the set 20 minutes, which added to Alice's anxiety. Finally, the casting director's assistant appeared with the girl in tow. The girl stumbled and looked a little dazed, which did nothing to make Alice feel better about her own prospects. The girl's mother hurried over to meet her and began grilling the child about how she had performed. When the assistant called Alice's name, Alice stood, smoothed out her skirt, and marched to her execution with her head held as high as she could manage.

The assistant led Alice to a plain room and closed the door after Alice entered. The only person in the room was the casting director, sitting behind a simple table and rifling through a few stacks of paper that were organized in front of him. The man's chair was facing a couch that was set against the far wall. Alice assumed that she would sit on the couch but she did not know if it would be wrong to do so before the man told her too. She stood shyly as she waited for the man to acknowledge her. After a few seconds, he pulled out a paper and Alice briefly saw the head shot that her mother had uploaded in the upper left corner.

“Alice Tucker?” the man verified, finally looking up at the preteen with a smile.

“Uh huh,” Alice nodded, with a somewhat tense smile of her own.

“Go on and have a seat,” the man gestured to the couch. Alice walked over to it and sat down, tucking her skirt under her bottom. The man continued, “Don't be nervous. This is all really informal. My name's Grant, okay?”

“Okay,” Alice relaxed a little and gave a more genuine smile.

“I know you don't have much acting experience,” Grant said after glancing down at the paper in his hand. He was being quite generous since Alice had never had any acting classes, let alone an actual role in anything. “But this is a simple commercial and we're just looking for someone natural. And cute of course.”

Alice looked away, blushing, and then forced herself to look back, although her cheeks were still red.

“You know the basic idea from the description we posted, right?” the man continued, seemingly oblivious to the reaction he had caused. “A big brother has this great new cereal and won't share with his little sister. So she takes the milk and won't let him have it unless she gets some cereal too.”

“Uh huh,” Alice nodded her head several times to show that she understood.

“Good,” the casting director reached past the papers on his desk and picked up a handbell that was standing on the table. The handle was made of dark wood, and the bell itself looked like it was made of brass or copper and was nearly as large as a man's fist. Alice assumed it was something that Grant used to call his assistant back to the room.

When Grant shook the bell, it let out a chorus of clear peals. Alice flinched as the sound struck her like a physical force. Exhaustion swept through her body, draining strength from her limbs. As the bell continued to ring, Alice's eyelids fluttered and drooped. The preteen sank back against the couch cushions, almost limp as she tried to stay awake. She opened her mouth to call for help but she was already succumbing to the falling sensation of slipping into dreamland. Only a few seconds after Grant started ringing the bell, the girl was fast asleep.

The casting director set the bell down carefully and then looked possessively at his newest victim. While her conscious mind remained dormant under the effects of the bell, her unconscious could still respond to commands. Grant had already chosen Alice, as the prettiest applicant based on her head shot, for the role. Her lack of acting experience would not make a difference to the director of this commercial. But that had not stopped Grant from continuing on with the casting call all morning and playing with the other preteen hopefuls.

“Stand up, Alice. And open your eyes, girl,” Grant ordered. The preteen pushed herself up from the couch and opened her eyes. Although she was looking in Grant's direction, her gaze was unfocused and her eyes stayed heavily lidded, as if she might close them at any moment. Grant loved this kind of drowsy look, which was fortunate since she would never appear any more lively under the bell's influence.

“Clothes off, now. You need to be in your birthday suit for this audition,” the casting director said. Alice immediately pulled her blouse up over her head and dropped it to the ground next to her. With a little more effort, the tween shed her small white bra as well and discarded it. Without any modesty, or any expression at all, Alice leaned forward and pulled her skirt and panties together down her legs. She stepped out of them, losing her sandals in the process.

“Well, aren't you a delicate little thing? Let's see if you're a good fit for your big brother, hmm?” the casting director said. He rang the handbell again, briefly, and Alice swayed as a new wave of drowsiness threatened to make her collapse into a coma. In a somewhat pitched voice, the man called, “Come in, Jason.”

A door to Alice's left opened and a naked boy walked in. The boy was obviously several years older than Alice, likely close to finishing high school. By the slabs of muscle comprising his torso and arms, he almost certainly played football or an equally strenuous sport. His build was slightly offset by his angular face, which would have been more suited to a lanky body. His blond hair was cropped short, drawing more attention to his sharp features. He walked toward Alice with a glassy-eyed stare, and a half-erect cock trembling as he moved.

Grant smirked as the 6'3” teenager dwarfed the petite tween. Standing side by side, they could easily pass for brother and sister, which of course was the reason for the casting call. The casting director narrowed his eyes and said, “Did I tell you to stop, Jason?”

Slack-jawed, Jason reached one hand around and started stroking his cock. He soon coaxed it back up to its full seven inches and continued lazily rubbing himself as Grant eyed him and his new little sister. Grant was, first and foremost, a voyeur. Under his direction, dozens of “little sisters” had been doing all manner of depraved acts with Jason all morning, while Grant had watched. But with Alice, Grant was determined to keep things a little more tame so she would not have any issues during the shooting of the commercial in a couple of days.

“Let's try a bit of a spin on your roles,” the casting director told his thralls. “Alice, you really want that cereal but Jason won't give it to you. So you're going to give him a handjob for it. Get on your knees in front of him.”

The naked preteen moved to stand in front of her new big brother, who was still idly touching himself. Alice knelt down, putting her face almost at the same height as the teen's cock. Under Grant's direction, Alice reached out and began stroking Jason's erection. The casting director stood up from his chair and walked around the fake siblings to sit down on the couch that Alice had vacated. Grant unzipped his pants, slid them down a little, and began rubbing himself as he instructed Alice through her first handjob.

Grant had worked through many of his lusts earlier that morning, so he did not have Alice draw out the session. After an order to keep the dangerous end pointed at her face, Grant made the tween jerk the cock vigorously. Jason lasted a while simply because he had been used by other girls earlier, but he finally came: squirting over Alice's nose and left cheek. It was mostly liquid, with his sperm count already tapped out, so it started sliding quickly along Alice's face towards her chin. Grant made himself cum a few seconds later, although he missed his mark. Some of the casting director's cum grazed Alice's ankle but most of it splattered on the floor.

“Wipe the cum off your face and rub it on your vagina, Alice,” Grant said, his chest still heaving from his orgasm. “We've got to keep you pretty, don't we?”

Alice obediently began wiping her face with her hands. She smeared the majority of the fluid between her legs, leaving only some residue on her face and hands. Seeing the little girl's cunny glistening with cum sent a twitch through Grant's limp cock. He nearly ordered Jason to rape Alice right there but he held himself back. If Alice was in too much pain on the day of the commercial, she would not be able to act properly.

“Oh, honey, don't forget about my cum on the floor,” Grant said. As the drowsy preteen turned on her knees and began to reach for the small puddle of liquid, Grant stopped her. “No. I want you to lick that up. And swallow it.”

Alice tipped forward, bending down with her butt in the air as she brought her face to the ground. Her hair slipped over her ears in a blonde waterfall, hiding most of the action from view as she started lapping at the semen. It was unsanitary, although several other preteen tongues had licked the floor since auditions had begun, so it was not as dirty as it could have been. Alice's ripe asshole winked out at Grant from between her butt cheeks as she crouched to obey. It was a hole that begged for a high schooler's cock. Grant ordered Jason out of the room before Grant could give into the temptation. The teenager sleepwalked back to the closet where Grant kept him in-between auditions.

When her task was done, Alice sat up and looked placidly at the wall in front of her, her back to Grant. Grant stood up from the couch, adjusted himself, and then retrieved a somewhat crusty towel from the back of the room. He returned to the entranced girl and wiped her clean of the drying cum. She sat as patient as a doll until he was finished and ordered her to get dressed. Alice stood up and carefully put her clothes back on as the casting director returned to his table. She looked the same as she had when she first entered the room, except for her half-asleep expression. The casting director told her to sit back on the couch, which she did immediately and without tucking her skirt under herself this time.

Grant picked up his handbell again and started ringing it until Alice's head drooped forward. Instead of replacing the bell, he reached inside of it and held it by its clapper, keeping it silent. In an even voice, the man said, “Alice, you just finished your audition. You were nervous but you only had to read lines. I was very friendly and I liked your audition. You did your best.”

Still holding the bell by its clapper, Grant struck it against the edge of the table. The sound of the bell ringing against the table was off-key and jarring. On the couch, Alice jerked awake and lifted her head, reflexively brushing her hair out of her face. She looked across the room at the casting director and tried to remember if they had been having a conversation. Before speaking, Alice frowned and worked her tongue around in her mouth. There was a bad taste that she had not noticed until now.

From behind the table, Grant misinterpreted her expression and said, “Don't look so worried, you did great.”

“I know.” Alice dismissed the flavor and gave the casting director a winning smile. She had already known that he had liked her performance.

“Someone will call you tomorrow to let you know if you got the part, but I don't think you have anything to worry about,” the man said with a conspiratory wink. Alice grinned openly and thanked Grant. She left the room and went back out into the lobby where her mother was waiting.

“How did it go?” Mrs. Tucker asked, quite obviously trying to keep the concern out of her voice.

“Good!” Alice assured her. “I was nervous, but I only had to read some lines for it. And the casting guy - he's really nice - he really liked my audition!”

“I'm so proud of you!” Nicole pulled her daughter into a hug. They exited the lobby as the assistant called the name of the next girl. Keeping a hand on Alice's shoulder, Nicole added, “And I want you to know I'm proud of you for trying, even if you don't get the part.”

“I think I will,” Alice said confidently. “I did my best, after all.”
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