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Tripti Dimri, a young actress with a petite frame and an infectious smile, found herself in a spacious dressing room, preparing for her next scene. The air was thick with anticipation as she slipped out of her clothes, leaving her in nothing but her lingerie.
Just then, the door creaked open, revealing the silhouette of a movie producer, a man known for his demanding nature and unconventional methods. He stepped inside, his eyes scanning Tripti from head to toe, taking in every inch of her exposed skin.
“Tripti, my dear,” he began, his voice low and gravelly. “I need you to show me your breasts.”
Tripti’s heart skipped a beat, but she forced herself to remain calm. She knew better than to question the producer’s requests. Slowly, she unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her small breasts were perky and firm, with tiny pink nipples that were already hardening under the producer’s gaze.
The producer nodded, satisfied. “Good. Now, I need you to spread your legs.”
Tripti’s face flushed, but she did as she was told. She spread her legs wide, exposing her neatly trimmed pussy. The producer stepped closer, his eyes fixated on her most intimate area.
“Spread your lips,” he commanded.
Tripti hesitated for a moment, but then she reached down and spread her pussy lips apart. She could feel the wetness gathering between her legs, and she knew that the producer could see it too.
The producer leaned in closer, his face just inches away from Tripti’s pussy. She could feel his hot breath on her skin, and she couldn’t help but shiver with anticipation.
“Very nice,” the producer murmured. “Now, I want you to touch yourself.”
Tripti’s heart was racing now, but she followed the producer’s instructions. She slid her fingers down to her pussy, feeling the slick wetness coat her fingertips. She began to rub her clit in slow circles, her breath hitching as the pleasure built inside her.
The producer watched intently, his eyes never leaving Tripti’s pussy. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small camera, snapping photos as Tripti touched herself.
“That’s enough,” the producer said finally, his voice strained. “We have what we need.”
Tripti removed her fingers from her pussy, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. She had passed the producer’s test, and she knew that she would be rewarded for it.
The producer turned to leave, but not before giving Tripti one last lingering look. “You did well, Tripti,” he said, his voice full of approval. “I’ll see you on set.”
As the producer left, Tripti let out a sigh of relief. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, but at the same time, she had never felt so turned on. She could still feel the wetness between her legs, and she knew that she needed to release the tension that had built up inside her.
She reached for her vibrator, turning it on to the lowest setting. She closed her eyes, imagining the producer’s face as he watched her touch herself. She slid the vibrator inside her pussy, feeling it fill her up in a way that the producer never could.
She began to move the vibrator in and out, faster and faster, as the pleasure built inside her. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, and she knew that she was about to cum harder than she ever had before.
Just as she was about to climax, she heard a knock on the door. It was the producer, come to check on her one last time before they started filming.
“Come in,” Tripti called out, her voice breathy and husky.
The producer opened the door, his eyes widening as he saw Tripti lying on the couch, her legs spread wide, her pussy still pulsing from the orgasm she had just given herself.
“I see you’re ready for your close-up,” the producer said, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
Tripti nodded, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. She knew that this was just the beginning, and she couldn’t wait to see what the producer had in store for her next.