Their Submissive Assistant

Perfect! Amazing!

LEILANI

The room fell silent and I felt all eyes on me.

The director walked up to me, looking me over before finally speaking. “The audition started two hours ago.” He said and I nervously bit my lower lip. “You are late.”

I pursed my lips, knowing that that there was no use for any excuse. Thankfully, the director didn’t speak much of it as a beep dinged into his phone.

The director’s brows scrunched as he read the text on his phone. He looked up to me with an urgency in his eyes. “Name.” He asked, meeting my eyes in a firm stare.

“Leilani Roberts.” I rasped, feeling a weigh in my chest.

He turned to one of the ladies, “Take her and run through the script with her, we have less than three minutes before the boss is here,”

My feet rooted to my spot as I listened to them speak. “Get something fitting for her and let her be ready to audition.”

Everything happened fast. In one second, I was led out of the area by two ladies who walked me into a room filled with make up and dresses.

“My name is Shayla,” One of them said in a friendly tone, gesturing me to seat over a vanity table. “You can call me the Glam director.”

“Hi,” I greeted in a pitched tone, nervous.

“Don’t be nervous,” She said, and just then the second lady brought in a little document, standing beside me. “There is literally nothing we can do here.”

“I’m Kayla.” The she introduced. “We don’t have much time so I’ll just run through what you have to do while my sister does what she does best.”

I looked between them, suddenly noticing their striking features and resemblance. Shayla chuckled at the puzzled look on my face, “We’re twins,” she said, “Fraternal twins.”

She pulled out a brush and looked through my face, “You already did an amazing job with the makeup.”

“I’ll just add a little touch and you’re set to go,”

The next few minutes was spent with Shayla dabbing my face and her sister walking me through what I have to do.

“It’s basically a scene where you have to seduce the lead,” She explained. “The character is a mafia boss and you’re supposed to be the smoking hot assassin that seduces, f***s and kills him.”

“All done.” Shayla said, dropping her brush. “Let’s get you something to wear.”

“The idea is to give him an intense strip show as a seductive tactic, before getting into the main event.” Kayla said, “But since it’s just an audition, you can just freestyle it.”

“Think you can do that?” She asked, and I nodded, taking a deep breath.

Shayla soon returned with a scandalised look. “I don’t think we have something in your size.” Two knocks came from the door and I drew in a breath.

“That’s our cue.” She said, looking through a rack of dresses.

“I can wear what I have on if you don’t mind.” I said, grabbing Kayla’s attention.

“It’s a shoot, you can’t-”

I pulled open my dress button, showing off my bikini and their jaws hit the ground in the most positive way. Yep. Jasmine really showed out with this one.

“That’s....beautiful.” Shayla breathed and I felt a pump of confidence at her words.

“I didn’t expect that.” Kayla said, feeling the fishnets. “No straight man should be able to resist that.” She said with a toothy grin. “You’re ready to go.”

Shayla pulled off a black robe from the rack and handed it over to me in place of my gown. “You got this.”

I neatly folded my gown, placing it on the desk before wearing the bathrobe. My straight hair fell beside my face, and I took a brief look at the mirror, catching a glimpse of my reflection.

Here goes nothing.

I walked out of the dressing room, with Kayla ahead. Apparently, the ‘boss’ was around and I was expected to get into character as soon as I got to the site.

Sure enough, the floor lights were killed, leaving the artificial lights which gave off a warm glow around the made up bedroom. I stepped into the room, subtly swaying my waist as I approached the bed with my lower lip tucked between my teeth.

My co-star sat on the bed with a newspaper in hand and a blunt tucked between his lips. His features were sharp and his muscles large. A large chain laid on his chest, and he fit the stereotypical definition of a mafia king.

Still in my act, I walked up to the bed, stopping a few metres away and letting the bathrobe drop. My co-star turned to me with a raised brow. A soft gasp escaped his lips and in that moment, I knew I had it on lock.

I went forward, taking the newspaper off his hand and throwing it to the side. I slowly climbed over him, reaching for his blunt and letting my hand linger over his lips for a brief second before dropping it by the bed.

The large beam of light shone above us as I glided over my co-star, hands gliding through his naked torso as I slowly guided him to lay on his back while maintaining eye contact.

I batted my doe shaped eyes leaning over his form until I was safely mounted above him with my perky ass firmly seated right above his groin.

My lips stretched to a sinful smile as I slowly ground my waist against him, taking control while keeping eye contact. My co-star parted his lips, and a small gasp escaped his throat.

I felt his member harden against my core, and while I wasn’t the least bit interested, I didn’t blame him. I continued my work, slowly closing up to him until I was a few metres from his lips.

“Cut!” A voice said and I immediately withdrew myself.

Kayla approached me with a robe which I took with a smile, and the lights came back on. I watched my co-star scramble around in an effort to hide his boner as the Director came up with a smile.

“Perfect! Amazing!” The director from before said, a pleasant expression on his face as he approached me. “That was an enthralling performance! Sheila?” He added and I smiled in humility.

“Thank you. It’s Leila.” I said, “Leilani.”

I felt a presence behind me and the Director suddenly bit his tongue, “B-Boss,” He stuttered, looking over me, “I didn’t see you earlier.”

I turned, ready to greet the boss who had the Director shaking in his boot. I sucked in a breath as soon as I saw him. The man from the elevator. His eyes were dark and intense. I suddenly felt out of breath.

“Leilani.” He breathed in a timbre voice that reverberated through me, causing a flap of butterflies in my stomach.

My name rolled off his tongue like fine silk. He was abominably beautiful. “Nice to finally meet you,” He said in a sinful voice, and right there and then, I knew I was done for.