katrina kaif

It was 10 PM and she was due any minute. She had called me in day to ask if I would see her, she was a successful model, well not a supermodel, just some magazine and TV ads, and now she wanted to get into the movies. What better way to make it into the movies than ask the extremely successful director who was known for giving newcomers a chance. I was not known for that alone…

Just then there was a knock on the door. I walked up to it and opened it wide to find her standing there. I had seen her photos of course, but she looked so lovely in person. She was wearing a small, black, strappy top with centimeter-thick black straps, deep plunging neckline leaving half of her full breasts visible to the naked eye, the top not reaching too much lower than her breasts leaving half of her flat belly bare. Then there was the skirt, a dark blue, shining material skirt, tight enough to conform to her gorgeous curves and thin enough to wrinkle with every little movement of her lithe body, reaching maybe 6 inches below her waist. Loose black hair, flowing softly in the night air, she lifted a hand to push the hair back from her face revealing nice smooth, shaved armpit and a soft silky bandanna on her left writst that was white and blue and pink in colors with red lines but was matching so beautifully with her outfit.

I was still admiring her semi-naked body in the skimpy, sexy outfit when she spoke,

“Good evening, sir. My name is Katrina Kaif..I ..I talked to you on the phone…?”

“Yes, yes, come on in Katrina..” as she walked in ahead of me, I saw that her tight skirt hugged and squeezed her ass cheeks together just like the top was doing to her tits. The top didn’t make any real effort to cover up her back, leaving it bare almost completely. So, she had heard about my other reputation also…exploiting young wannabe-heroines…

“Take a seat” she walked over to a couch and sat down, crossing her long sexy and bare legs in a slow, deliberate motion. I licked my lips before asking,

“Would you like a drink, Katrina?”

“Er..thank you sir, scotch and soda will be nice. Thank you.”

I made her drink and handed it to her, standing over her, looking down her small, revealing top. She did not make any haste taking the drink away from my hand, giving me all the time to look at her breasts as I wanted. This girl knew the score for sure…

I sat down on the glass topped coffee table in front of her, my silk nightgown making a swishing sound as I picked up a pen to twiddle while I talked to her.

“So, Katrina, do you have any experience in acting?”

“Only the modelling assignments sir, and what I did in school. But I am willing to learn. I will do anything to get a role in your movie.” Well, that was the way to talk.

I put a hand on her soft bare leg and caressed softly as I explained to her, “Look Katrina, I like my heroines very sexy and very obedient. Now you look ok,” I let my eyes move up and down on her body, “but can you be the director’s girl?”

She met my eyes frankly, “Yes, sir, I can be very obedient. Just give me a chance.”

The pen flew out of my hand and landed on the floor in front of the bar. “Get that for me, will ya?”

“Sure, sir!” She placed her glass on the table and walked over, her ass so tight and firm in that tight, skimpy skirt as she walked on 5″ spike heels. She kept her legs open as she bent over to pick up the pen and I got a nice, clear view of her tight pussy with the pussy lips so soft and puffy…no panties at all. Nice! As she walked back towards me, she smiled sweetly knowing well that I had enjoyed her little show. Standing before me she offered me the pen, “here it is, sir”, instead of holding the pen I took hold of her hand and pulled towards me forcing her to bend over, her face just an inch from me, looking directly into her big, black eyes, I put my left hand on her ass and caressed the soft bare skin under the skirt, squeezing the round, firm ass cheek finding it tight and firm. “That’s a nice ass baby, why don’t you show it to me properly” I gestured towards the couch.