Two Websites • 1 Padma's Audition

Padma’s Audition

M+F, scam, drunk, drugged, ethnic-Indian

Chapter 1

I was running a pretty sweet set-up. For under $20 per month, I had setup a bogus modelling website, inviting the ladies to send in a photo portfolio. I had talked a couple into a webcam video audition, talking them through various poses and positions. It was slick. These super-model hopefuls had visions of Venice and Fashion TV. They ended up being famous, but it was through my other website where I sold the picture sets and videos. I made peanuts really, but it paid for my hobby!

One of my best catches was a 19 year old, Goth chick from Kansas. She grew up on the farm and chores, but dreamt of New York and dance clubs. I strung her along for about a year, telling her that various modelling companies were interested, but they just needed a picture portfolio of her in a bikini. Or a video clip of her in the tub. She wasn’t anything to look at; basic butter-face, but she had 38 G-Cup tits! She finally gave up and said she wasn’t doing anymore shoots. Of course, if any agents called me, I was to call her right away! Yeah, right. I had a dozen self-made photo-shoots, but the GOLD was the 6 webcam videos of me directing her! They were my biggest money-makers!

My true jewel in my crown though was Padma. My dick still gets hard thinking of her.

Chapter 2

Padma had sent me a couple photos describing her as an athletic, 42 year old mother of 2. I responded with my professional email I had created, talking about the services I offered. I helped aspiring models create an image and video portfolio and then marketed it to all the big modelling companies; I made no promises or guarantees. A quick side note: I always wondered, did it never occur to these ladies that ‘all the big modelling companies’ had their own scouting departments? HA! More for me!

Well, she wrote me a 2 page letter, whining about how she just had to succeed in this! Her husband had left her for a younger woman; she had spent the last 20 years raising her kids and they had moved on with their lives; her culture looked down on her now because of her situation; she didn’t have a lot of money, she was almost poor; blah, blah, blah! It sounded like she had been a kept wife, living very well off and now found herself not living the high life she was used to. All that coupled with a mid-life crisis; all traumatized about getting old. Not to take advantage of her, but I wondered how I could exploit this situation.

I sent her an email, sympathizing with her situation, telling her I would help all I could, but she had to follow my advice; after all, this is what I did for a living. I told her to send me some more photos. I advised her to mix them up a bit, different themes. I mentioned that risqué photos usually got more attention. I didn’t want to appear too pushy, or it would just drive her away.

She sent me more photos, but they looked like edited Facebook pictures. The best I could get was a great bikini shot! Damn, she may be 42, but she had the body of a 30 year old! I tried, in a roundabout way to get nudes, but she wouldn’t bite. I thought I would try the webcam route, that usually worked, but no, she didn’t have a web camera and really didn’t understand when I tried to get her to install one. I was getting really impatient, thinking nothing was going to get her out of her clothes, when I finally got my break.

I had sent her an email after about a month, explaining that I hadn’t gotten one response from her portfolio. It was my last ditch attempt to get nudes. If it didn’t work, I was dropping her. She wrote back and explained that she didn’t have a camera; she only had access to Facebook photos. She wondered if maybe we could meet and maybe I could take photos for her; if I thought that was alright. Then she had gone into whiney-mode again, about how rough she had it and she needed a break.

We agreed on a time and I gave her the address of a ‘studio’ I sometimes utilized for other model shoots. She had responded right away, yes, yes, yes she would be there! She was so happy! She thanked me over and over! She said she had some outfits she would bring with her!

This was more like it. Maybe now I could get something substantial.

Chapter 3

I had an online buddy that owned a renovated loft apartment down in Oldtowne. Dave did some amateur soft porn photography and readily agreed when I explained the situation. He said he would shoot the pics and video for an easy $100. I told him that would be fine, but I would find a couple assistants to help. I contacted a couple of my most frequent customers off the site and offered them a bonus for being so loyal. They said they wouldn’t miss it!

The appointment was set for Saturday night at 8pm. Larry and Daral had showed up about 7:30 and we had a scotch and discussed my plans. They were really excited to be part of my plan and thanked me over and over.

At 8pm on the button, the bell sounded. It was her. I went down and introduced myself. She gave me a big hug and thanked me again for the opportunity. I invited her upstairs and closed the door. She looked really good! She had on the silver-blue dress that she was wearing in one of the photos she had sent me. Damn her hips looked good! She was having a little difficulty in the 3” heels; I wonder if it had anything to do with the wine I could smell when I hugged her. She must have had a drink to steady her nerves before coming over. 

I introduced her to the guys Dave, Daral and Larry. I explained that they were the professional photographers that would be running the shoot. Dave got her a glass of champagne and she accepted it cautiously. “Champagne?” she asked. I told her all the models drank champagne. It helped them relax before a shoot. Of course, the ecstasy tab that had been dissolved into the champagne would help too! I talked with Padma while the guys set up the lighting and reflectors.

I topped off the champagne glass and suggested we get started. She just looked at me curiously and I pointed to the bag she had carried in “You said you were going to bring outfits?”

Through dreamy eyes, she giggled then said “Um, yes, outfits. Where can I change?” We were on the second floor and the exterior of the loft was windows from floor to ceiling. Across the road were a dance club and two bars. Dave showed her into the kitchen explaining that this is where all the models changed. Of course, with one wall all glass the people across the street were in for a good show!

Chapter 4

She came out wearing the blue bikini from the photos. She still had the high-heels on, making her legs look damn fine! Dave directed her through some poses, taking a bunch of shots. He took some photos of her drinking her special champagne. He kept complaining each time with a different excuse why he had to take the drinking photo again. He kept it up until she had finished the glass. That was her second glass of champagne, whatever wine she had drunk before coming over and 1 ecstasy tab! Being a good host, I topped off her glass again.

We had been shooting for about 20 minutes, the effect of the drinks and tab now kicking in. She had a dreamy look on her face and was smiling; her eyes a little droopy. “Padma,” I said “you’re doing great!” She beamed at this. “You keep this up and you will be appearing in magazines all over the world!”

She had stars in her eyes, “Really? You think so?”

“I do!” I replied. I walked over to her, Dave had her sitting on the floor, leaning back, getting great photos. “Padma, let’s just adjust this a little.” I reached for her bikini top and she brought her arms up quickly.

“What are you doing?” She looked alarmed, but was still half smiling.

“I just want to adjust your top a little. It’s not a big deal,” I tried to look as casual as possible “this is part of the photo-shoot. Don’t you want to be a big time model; famous; lots of money?”

Through her dreamy gaze, I watched her try to put it all together.  She nodded, “I do want to be famous. That would teach him.” She sat back, leaning back with her arms behind her. That’s right Padma, let’s teach him! I reached forward and pulled the blue triangles apart a bit covering her cute little tits. She just watched me, as I revealed more of her tits.

I stepped back; that had gone better than I thought. As Dave took more pictures, Daral and Larry were commenting, telling Padma how beautiful she was. She was drinking it all in! Dave asked her if she had another outfit she wanted to model in. She got up unsteadily to her feet and went back into the kitchen to change.

She came back out wearing a black sundress, which had buttons all the way up the front. She had black pantyhose on and I wondered how far they went up! She was braless, but had it buttoned almost all the way up. She started posing again and Dave asked her to unbutton it a little bit. She didn’t even think about it, she reached up and undid a button then resumed posing. That would never do, I walked over, “Come on Padma, you want to impress these big time scouts!” I undid 4 more buttons, revealing her great cleavage. She just had small boobs, but they were still a little perky. 

Dave got some more great shots and Daral suggested she undo some buttons from the bottom. She leaned over to undo the buttons and Dave got some great shots down her top. She had undone buttons up to about mid-thigh and continued posing.

Larry suggested she get down on all fours and she got right down. She was smiling looking up at Dave, following the camera as he moved around her taking pictures. I had been patient enough; it was time to turn up the heat. I went over and knelt down beside her and said “Padma, we need to show off that great butt!” Grasping the bottom of the dress I began to pull it up, showing more and more leg. She had turned her head and was smiling, watching me through dreamy eyes. When I didn’t stop and had pulled it right up, exposing her ass, she had sat down quickly, a look of horror on her face.

“I’m not that kind of woman!” she exclaimed, her eyes trying to focus. “We’re not shooting naughty pictures of my bum!”

I looked at her and shook my head. “I’m sorry Padma. Maybe you’re right. When you contacted me, you said you really wanted to be a famous model.” Her face broke into wonder “I thought you wanted to prove it to your asshole husband that you could do this.” Now she was looking down, thinking. “This isn’t for just any woman; it takes a strong, confident person to be a beautiful model.” She looked back up at me, her eyes pleading, “Maybe it’s just for younger women.”

Chapter 5

That was the kicker. She got a mad look; or should I say a mad, drunken look on her face, “I’m strong and confident and I will prove it to my asshole husband!” she got back onto her hands and knees, “And I’m still young!” She was trying to hike her dress up, but failing miserably, so I helped get it up and settled on her waist; her sweet ass now exposed. I wasn’t surprised to see she didn’t have panties on. She had probably brought them, but in her drunken, ecstasy stupor, had forgot to put them on.

Daral and Larry had moved around and were wide-eyed staring at her ass and exposed pussy. As Dave took more photos, I got Padma to spread her legs a little more; to arch her back and stick her ass up. The guys were pouring out the compliments and she was drinking it all in.

I asked her to undo the rest of the buttons and she did it right away. I couldn’t believe the change in her; I wondered how far I could take this.

I got her down on her back and told her to lift one leg as far as she could. Dave moved in for more pictures as Padma pulled her leg up and brought her knee up to touch her chest, her leg was actually resting against the side of her head! I couldn’t believe the sight! Her pussy was stretched open, her pink opening in stark contrast to her dark skin!

“Padma! Where did you learn that?” I asked, truly impressed!

“My father is a hindu yogi! I grew up doing yoga!” She proceeded to move through various positions.

“Pull both legs up Padma.” She pulled her legs up and I reached down and spread her pussy lips apart. She jerked a little and looked up, but then put her head back. Perfect! This was turning out better than I thought!

Larry spoke up and suggested she move over to the bed, because it was softer. I grinned and nodded to him. I helped Padma up, but she needed help walking over to the bed. Her eyes were glossy now; her body not responding well.

We got her over to the bed and there were no more pretenses. Daral had his clothes off and kneeled onto the bed with Padma, pulling her dress off her. She was completely nude now and Daral laid her back and buried his face in her pussy. She put her head back and started to moan. Larry didn’t hesitate; he had his clothes off and was bumping her mouth with his cock. She opened up and Larry slid in. Holding her head, he started to fuck in and out of her mouth.

Dave had set up a camera and was now recording video. He came over and stood with me. He handed me a scotch and we clinked glasses; big smiles on our faces.

Larry and Daral had a great time; they were fucking her in every position. She was never without a cock in her mouth and her pussy! They had her doggy style and Larry was forcing his cock deep into her throat. He was pounding away and it wasn’t long until he started to groan, forcing his cock down her throat; his balls emptying in great gushing, creamy loads! Dave chuckled and pointed. She had cum dripping out of her nose! Larry finished and got up and went to sit down.

Daral, turned her over and kneeling over her chest, began to rub his cock between her tits. They certainly weren’t big enough for a titty-fuck, but he was mashing them anyway with his cock. He had reached down and was cranking on her nipple; twisting and pulling! He sat up suddenly and grasping his cock, blew his load all over her chest!

She just laid there and grinned; little pools of cum covering her!  “Great job Padma!”

Chapter 6

I managed to talk Padma into two more photo sessions. Assisted by more champagne and an ecstasy tab, they had been just as much fun! Larry and Daral had each brought buddies the last time and Padma had serviced 5 guys that night. Talking with her later, it was her first time having, what she called, “Sex in her bum!” It was a good night, because I had charged the 3 new guys $100 each to participate! Not a bad night at all!

I couldn’t talk her into anymore sessions, but she kept checking in to see if any companies had called about her. At this point, I was good at the excuses on why I hadn’t gotten any calls and she believed them. She had become my best source of income and I was going to miss her.

Stalking her facebook I saw that she had found a man. I guess she didn’t need a modelling job anymore. 

Hmm…I wondered if she would stop in at the loft again once a month to make sure her new hubby never saw the results of her brief experience in modelling. I’m certain her new hubby wouldn’t be impressed! Cue my evil grin!!