Soon, Firdous began to shove his face in the glamourous actress’ milk-white large butt, grinding his nose into her soft crack. Shrabanti squirmed wildly as the sharp nose poked her brown asshole and the actor-director’s hand worked its way between her legs. She was absolutely mortified, but at the same time, she felt her nipples had stiffened, and her clit was absolutely following suit.
The movie star couldn’t believe how excited her body was getting as these professionals continued to treat her like a low rent stripper. As the song came to a close, Shrabanti found herself actively suppressing the hope that they’d yank off her panties fully. Instead, both men abruptly returned to their seats, once again, all business.
“You did very well, Shrabantiji. We’re very much impressed by your commitment and attitude. You passed your first test with flying colors. Please gather yourself together, rest, and ask my secretary for refreshments. We’d like to try the next audition in two hours.” The chubby director looked satisfied by the famous actress’s reaction and let her go to the dressing room for her refreshments.
“I cannot believe what just happened here,” Manasbabu gasped once he was alone with his assistant cum actor. “I just groped the most glamourous starlet of Bengal! I was not supposed to enjoy that, but…”
“I couldn’t help it either,” Firdous supported him. “She’s just too hot. God! I’ve never been so hard in my life…. seeing a top actress like Shrabanti behave like that, specially shaking her beautiful ass like a whore.”
Firdous’s hand flew over his mouth at once, a ghastly pall covered his face like a veil. He began frantically sputtering out an explanation, but Manasbabu simply patted him on the shoulder.
“It’s alright, Firdous. Our urges are going to get the better of us sometimes, but we have to work through it to get this movie made. Shrabantiji is absolutely right. More people need to know about the actual life of our yesteryear celeb actress Supriya Chattopadhyay. We have a good chance to make that happen through the superb acting of Shrabantiji. I really want to give her a break for us, but we weren’t still worked up when the next session began.”
“Does she know what we’ll have to do to her?” Firdous asked, thoroughly ashamed of the eagerness in his voice.
“My secretary will explain her everything,” Manasbabu assured, hooking his thumb to point at the door the secretary had come through. “Now we have to represent Supriyadevi’s experiences exactly, and her memoirs should be clear to Shrabanti…I mean how her male and female customers behaved.”
The men fell silent for few seconds, contemplating the task ahead, each struggling to deny to himself that he was looking forward to it. But when Manasbabu shut his eyes, all his mind focused on Shrabanti Chatterjee’s perfect wobbling ass in lace panties. He felt his cock twinge in his pants when he remembered the feel of her pussy lips rubbing against his hand as she danced to the hindi song ‘Kaanta Laaga’. The cloth that covered them had been wet and dripping.
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