Lauren’s Audition

Lauren’s Audition

Lauren stopped outside the office door. She looked at the brass plate ‘MCM Movies. Casting Office. Orson Carte Director.’ but could not bring herself to go in.

She had butterflies in her tummy. A whole flock of butterflies because this was her big chance. Just eighteen and still at school she had been accepted for an interview for a new movie. Not just a bit part but a starring role.

Too scared to go in she stopped and looked at her reflection in a shop window before turning back again. Her thin white summer dress. Her broad black belt and matching black purse. Her big white floppy hat. Her three inch heels. She wondered if she looked too pretentious. Too old. Was the vivid red lipstick too much? Too much blusher, Too much mascara?

Lauren stared at the nameplate once more. Her hand shook as she pushed the door open. “Hi, I’m Lauren?” she said far more confidently than she felt.

“Absolutely, Mike Stand, Mr Carte’s assistant,” the young man said as he stood to shake her hand, “I think Mr Carte is free, I will just check for you.”

He knocked the door and went in, “First one Harry,” he laughed.

“Orson!” Orson insisted, “Call me Orson, stick to the script.”

Mike ushered Lauren into Orson’s office. He sat behind an impressive though battered oak desk. Pictures of film stars adorned the walls. A cabinet filled with awards was mounted on the wall.

“Hi, I’m Orson!” he announced. He smiled a perfect smile. His gold cuff links twinkled in the light. His beard shone ginger and he looked absolutely immaculate in a brown tailored suit with matching waistcoat.

Lauren nervously wrapped a strand of her long blonde hair around her finger. She looked around the room. She felt intimidated just looking at him. She runs her fingers through her hair.

“Sorry to keep you waiting,”he apologised, “It’s been non stop today.”

He shakes her hand with a firm grip before inviting her to sit.

“No it’s no problem, I wasn’t waiting that long.” She stated with a shaky voice.

“You’re Louise?” he queried

“Lauren- Lauren Bauer,” she agreed

“Lauren of course. I listened to your tape, I liked what I saw.” he replied

“Thank you so much Mr Carte, that means a lot.”

“So what do you know about the part?” he asked

“Not much I just know it requires acting and singing and that you’re going to be directing,” she admitted.

“That’s right.” he agreed, “Were you sent any scenes?” She shook her head.

“Well it’s an adult film. Definitely an 18 rating,” he explained.

“Right,” Lauren agreed.

“It’s an original screenplay by John Ewan-Kerr, so I can’t refer you to the book unfortunately, but its about a talented young singer and her struggle for recognition in Paris France in the days before the first war.”

“Ok,” Lauren agreed

He nodded, “It’s a very powerful but engaging screenplay with the potential to make serious money, but it needs a special actress who can sing and act yet has the vulnerability to make the early scenes as a young girl appear real.”

“Ok,” she agreed again.

“You do speak French? Of course you do it’s on the tape,” he continued, “And you dance, can you stand up for me?”

The question catches Lauren off guard, she takes a moment and then stands up, her hands clasped nervously in front of her.

He walks round the desk to see her better. He looks her over examining her thighs and knees up to her lips and nose. The excitement begins to burn inside him as his penis twitches and slowly swells at the sight of this young girl and what is to come. “How do you feel about nudity?” he asks.

“I- I- don’t know.” she replied.

He nodded, “There are a couple of topless scenes, but tasteful, when she has to work in the chorus at Follies Bergere.”

Lauren nods. “Would being nude be a problem?” He asked.

“I- I think I could handle it.” she agreed.

“You think?” he asked.

“I know I could handle it. This would be such a brilliant opportunity for me. I really need a chance to show what I’m capable of.” she explained.

Orson slides a pen and some paper across the desk, “Will you sign this for me,” he asked,
“Just at the bottom here?”

“What is it?” Lauren asked.

“Confidentiality agreement, before I explain too much about the movie,” he explained.

“Oh okay,” she agreed and she picked up the pen with a shaky hand and signed the form.

“Before we go any further we need to check you for tattoos and scars, and your breasts for implants, you don’t have any do you?” he asked.

“Er no,” she agreed.

“In that case would you mind taking your dress off please?” Orson asked politely, “And the hat, just to check for implants.”

Lauren froze for a moment, uncertain of what to do. She looked behind her to make sure the door was closed.

“Nobody will come in,” he assured her.

Lauren crossed her arms as she lifted the dress off of her body, exposing her white cotton bra. and her small but perfectly formed B cup tits.

Standing in front of Orson wearing only her bra and childish white panties her nerves kicked in again and she shivered although the room was quite warm.

Orson’s penis began to twitch and started throbbing as she stood before him a vision of innocent loveliness.

She felt nervous and angry at herself for not wearing classier underwear.

“That’s good,” Orson agreed, “Why don’t you pop the dress back on and we can try some stuff to camera.” Orson asked.

Lauren sighed with relief and gratefully slipped her dress back on.

Orson stepped out of the room, “We got a camera and sound guy?” he queried.

“Sure Mr Carte,” Mike Stand agreed and he called, “Camera, sound to the office please.”

Three guys appeared at the office door, Arron Gunn motion camera man, William ‘Willy’ DuWitt sound and stills camera and Frank Leigh the continuity man with another stills camera.

“Come in boys, can we get some shots of Lauren in her hat?” Orson asked, “You ok with that Lauren?”

“Of course,” Lauren agreed and she put her hat back on.

She posed standing, sitting on the desk, smiling, laughing, she posed with and without the hat, “Great,” Orson agreed, “Ok can we do the follies shot, there’s a costume some place, ah right here.” he said as he found a blue satin corset with white trimming.

“But Mr Carte, there’s all these guys,” Lauren protested.

“There will be upwards of fifty guys on set!” Orson pointed out, “You sure you can do this?”

“Ok I guess,” Lauren agreed nervously.

She shivered with nerves as she lifted her dress over her head and set it down on the desk.