Playboy's Casting Calls - Episode 6

Playboy recruiters slipped through Manhattan looking for new bodies to strip bare and print. They hunted hotel lobbies, rooftop bars, the velvet rope outside clubs. A curvy brunette caught the eye first. The scout asked her name, she answered by lifting her dress right there on the curb. No bra. A silver barbell through her left nipple caught the streetlight. He asked how far she’d go. She turned, bent, and showed him the lace thong disappearing between her cheeks. He wrote the address for the hotel suite. She left the rest of her skirt hiked up while she walked away. Inside the penthouse the shoot started hard and fast. They had her kneel on the marble floor, legs open, two fingers parting her pussy so the camera could see the pink inside. The flash caught her wetness on her knuckles. Next they had her on the bed, on all fours, arching until her asshole showed tight and clean above the wet crease of her cunt. She looked back over her shoulder and asked if they wanted it spread. They did. She reached back and pulled herself open, lips parting, inner walls glistening. Later the makeup girl knelt in front of her, tongue out, licking a clear line of spit across the model’s clit while the photographer framed the shot. The girl’s hips rocked once, twice, pushing herself onto that tongue. The crew stayed quiet, only the shutter clicking, only the soft wet sound of tongue on cunt. When she came, her thighs shook and a thin thread of clear fluid slid down the inside of one leg. They kept shooting. She stayed open, smiling, letting it all show.