No Angels 1: Katie's Casting Call (Part 1)
written by:
Paul Garland

No Angels: Katie's Casting Call

By Paul Garland © 2015

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"Hey Paul," said Katie when I walked into the bar where we'd agreed to meet up.

"Hi," I replied. "Sorry, I'm a bit late but..."

"Ah, don't worry about," she shushed me and throwing her arms around me, Katie pulled me into a hug. "I've missed you. I haven't seen you all week. Where've you been?"

"I've just been manic with work," I said truthfully. "Want a drink?"

Katie already had a beer in hand but I bought her another one anyway, then we walked over to join our friends at a table near the window. It was a warm summer's evening and the sun shining through caught Katie's curly blonde hair, making it look like spun gold. She was a gorgeous girl, but we were only friends and that's all we ever had been or ever would be.

She was my best friend and I was hers and we had been for the past eight years since I was eleven years old and she was ten. We had grown up as next door neighbours and initially I was her brother's friend but he was two years older than me and once he started hanging around with boys more his age, I ended up being best friends with his little sister instead.

We were fifteen and fourteen when people started to think that we were boyfriend and girlfriend and Katie had always been the first to deny that vehemently. We were best friends, nothing more even though she thought the world of me.

Two years later, with me at college and Katie just finishing school, we went out one night to celebrate her completing her exams and managed to get into a nightclub. Those early experiences of drinking and party led to us both getting drunk and we had our one and only kiss.

It didn't go any further than that. It was a purely drunken mistake, Katie had explained the next day. She told me that she couldn't ever go there with me. We had a fantastic friendship and she didn't want anything to ever overcomplicate it or spoil it. To be honest, I agreed on that. We both relied on each other for everything. We told each other everything. She said she didn't know what she would do if she ever lost me as a friend and I had to admit that I felt the same.

I suppose that we were too much like a brother and sister for any sort of attraction or sexual chemistry to ever develop between us. Even when we both lost our virginity (first me when I was sixteen with a girl from my after-school maths class and then Katie at the same age, spontaneously with a young guy who her mother had hired to paint and decorate the house) there wasn't any sort of spark as we told each other everything and how exciting/awful it had been. Neither of us really got turned on like some people would have by the other describing the antics in detail (and there was a lot of detail.) We were both just curious about what had happened and full of excitement/sympathy for our best friend.

I passed my way through college and started my first step towards my dream job by landing a photographer's assistant position. Katie was thrilled for me, but everything didn't run quite as smoothly for her.

She didn't quite get the grades she had needed to go on to university and study to become a veterinarian, so she had spent the past summer enjoying the last of her student grant and trying out various part-time jobs in order to keep herself in the black until she figured out what to do with her life next.

Which brought us here to the present, sat in a bar with our friends on a warm August evening, drinking beer and talking the usual bullshit that people in their late teens talk about. Sex (or the lack thereof), music, gossip, what crazy antics we had got up to on our recent holidays and how totally hideous our parents were.

As the sun began to set on what had been a good night and a great catch up for us, a slightly the worse for wear Katie told me in a slurred voice that she needed to ask me a big question before we went home, but it needed to be talked about in privacy. Because of financial pressures, she had moved in with two of her friends, including her ex-boyfriend which was a bit awkward, so she asked if she could come back to my flat.

I said yes, of course. My flat was hers whenever she needed time or space away from things, and we spent a lot of time in each other's company anyway so having her around was nothing unusual. We were incredibly comfortable around each other. We always had been.

So her obvious awkwardness when she sat on the sofa next to me at home was something a little bit strange. I had at first thought she was going to tell me something about Steve, her ex-boyfriend but it when I brought his name up and guessed they'd had a fight or something, she shook her head.

"It's going to sound a bit weird," she started, chewing her lip nervously, "I want to ask you a favour, but I totally understand and won't be upset if you say no."

"Ri-i-i-i-ight," I said slowly, wondering what the hell she was about to ask.

Katie seemed to take forever to pluck up the courage, nervously fiddling with her blonde curls in her fingers. Just because we had never gone any further than that one drunken kiss, didn't mean I didn't find her attractive. Any man would have. She was short, blonde and incredibly cute with her big green eyes and pretty smile. She wasn't a slim girl. For an eighteen-year-old, she had great curves with an enviable cleavage and a round but pert bottom. She had enjoyed her fair share of male attention but had only ever slept with three men and had one real relationship - with the arsehole that was called Steve.

"I really need to earn some money," she said slowly. "And a friend of mine has told me about this - sort of - job opportunity."

I frowned. Where was this going? "What kind of job?"

"Modelling. I wondered if you'd come with me to the," Katie paused, "To the interview?"

"Why do you need me to come to an interview?" I asked. "Of course I will, but you're right, it does seem a bit weird. You're being a bit weird."

Katie sat up straighter suddenly. "Oh, fuck it. You're my Paul. I can tell you anything, right?"

I shrugged. "We always have?"

"It's a company that does adult stuff. You know, nude pictures. Porn stuff..." She sat back, waiting for my reaction.

"Porn stuff? What, like dirty videos?" Katie just nodded, her eyes never leaving mine. "How dirty? What kind of porn?"

"Oh, nothing kinky. Not like gangbangs or any weird stuff. Just, well, you know, a guy and a girl and..." she trailed off as I stood up.

"This is crazy," I said in disbelief. "I know you're stuck for money and everything, but there are loads of other options before you have to stoop to this kind of level. I mean, seriously?"

"My friend Sarah has done it, and she's made over two grand in two shoots. And she loved every second of it," Katie replied defensively.

"But it's you. This isn't you, Katie."

"How do you know it's not me?" she asked.

"Because you're my best friend," I said simply. "I know you better than anyone. You're the gorgeous, funny, sweet Katie, not some sex-mad porn star."

"Well that shows how much you know about me," Katie stood up now, raising her voice at me. "Sweet? You think I'm sweet? Well, I am sex-mad. In fact, that's why Steve and me argue so much..."

I waited for her to carry on, but she suddenly sat down, as though she'd said too much.

"Well, go on then," I prompted her.

She glared at me, getting some of her resolve back. "I want to do certain things in bed that Steve doesn't. I want sex more than he does. He can't even keep up with me."

This was something she'd never told me before. I'd always told Katie everything, so this sudden revelation stung a bit. Obviously, the beer had loosened her tongue and my curiosity. "Yeah right. What sort of certain things? What kind of guy can't keep up with a girl?"

"I can't get enough sex," Katie said and I noticed for the first time that her face was bright red with embarrassment, even as drunk as she was. "I masturbate every day, sometimes twice. I always have, even if me and Steve had sex that day. I want to do things, experimental things. I've always had certain fantasies and I want to try them while I'm young."

That honest confession shut me up. I didn't quite know what to say. I suddenly saw Katie in a slightly different light. Then I realised she was still the same girl. She was still my best friend. I sat down next to her.

"I don't want to know what these ‘things' are, but if you want to talk to me about them, you can." I sighed loudly. "Wow. I thought I knew everything about you. When did we start keeping secrets from each other like this?"

"You have secrets?" Katie asked in a very quiet voice.

I laughed. "I wish I did, but honestly, my life is nowhere near as exciting as yours. I have my job and outside of that, you're pretty much all I have. You and my friends."

"I want to do this," she said, quieter again, almost a whisper. "Ever since Sarah told me about it, I've thought about it and wanted to try it. I need the money, but I just like the idea."

"And you want me to come with you?" I raised an eyebrow.

"You're the one person I trust to look after me," Katie shrugged. "There's no one else, and I can't go on my own. I'd be too scared."

"What about Sarah?" I had to ask. "She's been there and done it. And she's a girl. Surely..."

"I don't trust her," Katie interrupted. "She's not a great friend. She's too selfish. She only hangs around with me when she's got no one else. Please, Paul. I wouldn't ask if I had anyone else."

We ended up having a hug and I agreed to at least go to the interview with her. What I didn't realise it that was scheduled for tomorrow. I made Katie the spare bed up in the small bedroom and then went to bed myself but found it hard to sleep, wondering what the next day was going to bring.

* * *

Luckily, our hangovers weren't too bad and we woke up feeling okay and relatively fresh after a shower and a bit of breakfast. Katie was clearly nervous though, as we got ready to set off to the office where she was all set to meet someone called Rob, who would be doing the interview.

"I can't believe you're going through with this," I said as we got in my car. I'd expected her to back out from nerves, but besides going a little quiet, Katie wasn't showing any signs of changing her mind.

"Me neither, to be honest," she gave me a tight smile from the passenger seat. She looked gorgeous, her curly blonde hair loose around her shoulders and a light blue strappy dress on, showing off her tanned legs. A cute pair of sandals showed off her pretty feet, with perfectly painted toes. Katie's nails were one of her favourite things. She took care of her nails on her hands and feet, with a manicure or pedicure nearly every week it seemed.

I asked her what was entailed in today's ‘interview' and Katie said she wasn't entirely sure herself, but it was to see if she was suitable for either nude modelling or the adult film industry so she had to be prepared for some very personal questions and she might be required to go naked even if the interviewer requested it.

"Well don't worry," I tried to reassure her. "I'll be right outside if you need me at all. Within shouting distance." I was prepared to take her for some dinner afterwards too and to give her a shoulder to cry on if she got turned down or anything negative came from it.

"No, I want you to come in with me," she said as though surprised, "I'll need you to hold my hand."

"Are you kidding me?" I chuckled, thinking she was fooling around but the look on her face said otherwise. "Okay. I'll come in with you and then leave when things get personal or whatever?"

"We don't have secrets from each other anymore," she reminded me. "But if it makes you feel uncomfortable, I guess..."

"We'll see just how it goes," I said, patting her hand as reassuringly as I could.

We reached the address we'd been given and I'm not sure what I'd been expecting, but it certainly wasn't a run-down office block on the edge of town.

"Are you sure this is the right place?" I said as we got out of the car and walked hand-in-hand towards the main doors.

"That's what it says on here," Katie frowned at the letter in her hand. "Maybe it's nicer inside."

It was, but not by much. The reception was a jaded little room which needed painting and some new furniture. The woman sat behind the welcome desk wasn't much better. A skinny and pale middle-aged woman with gappy teeth and pens in her hair. She directed us to room 23 on the second floor and then popped in another chewing gum and went back to texting someone on her phone.

When we found it, I stopped Katie's hand just as she was about to knock on the door.

"You're sure you want to do this?"

She took a second then nodded, almost enthusiastically. "I really do. You're with me?"

"Always," I said. Suddenly, I felt sure that I was nervous than Katie was. She knocked on the door.

"Come in," said a deep voice. So we did.

The office was much nicer than the rest of the building that we'd seen. A leather sofa was against one wall facing out onto a large oak desk, sat behind which was an oldish guy wearing glasses. He had greying hair and was bald on top, but he had a warm smile for us as we entered and shut the door behind us.

Another man was sat in a chair next to the desk. He was short but powerfully built, in his late thirties but very handsome with a shaved head and a sparkling diamond earring. His skin was a little too tanned and his teeth a little too white for me, but I saw Katie give him a look up and down and they smiled at one another as the older man told us to take a seat.

"I'm Alan," he introduced himself, "This is Rob." He gestured to the good looking man. "You must be Katie?"

Katie nodded and then put her arm around me briefly. "This is Paul. He's come with me today, I hope you don't mind. If it's a problem...?"

"Is he your boyfriend?" Alan asked.

"No!" Katie said, a little too firmly, I guessed for Rob's sake because she glanced at him as she spoke. "He's my best friend. We've known each other since being kids."

"But you used to be together?"

"No," she explained, "We've never... you know. We're just..."

"You've never fucked. You're just best buddies. Brother and sister almost." Alan finished the sentence for her, and Katie nodded. "That's cool. Maybe a bit strange, but if you're both cool with it, then I am too. What about you Rob?"

Rob flashed his white teeth in a broad grin and winked at me for some reason. "Yeah, it's cool."

"So, you know why you're here?" Alan studied Katie, looking at her over the top of his glasses.

I heard Katie take a deep breath at the side of me. "I'm here for an interview?" The two men raised their eyebrows, waiting for more. "To be an adult model or actress?" she finished.

Alan coughed into his hand. "Specifically you're auditioning for a job in porn." He said bluntly.

I looked at Katie and her cheeks had turned a little bit pink, but she took it pretty much in her stride. "Yes, that's right."

"So what makes you want to do this?"

"I heard the money is quite good," she said after a second to think. "I don't mind showing off my body. And I like sex. A lot."

"Really?" Rob spoke again in his deep voice.

"Yes, really," Katie replied with a smile directed at him. I felt a minor surge of jealousy for some reason. I didn't know why. I'd never felt like that with Steve. Perhaps I just felt protective of her or something.

"So do you have a boyfriend?" Alan asked as he scribbled some notes down on a pad in front of him.

"No. I did, but we broke up a few weeks ago."

"And when was the last time you had sex?"

Katie glanced at me. I don't think she had expected that question. "Um, two days ago."

"Who with?" the old man peered at her over his glasses again.

"My, um, ex-boyfriend," Katie said hesitantly.

"So you're not together but you're fuck buddies still?"

Katie cringed at that slightly. "I suppose so."

"And you're eighteen?" Alan asked, then continued when she nodded. "Well, that's all fine."

"We don't get a lot of eighteen-year-olds," Rob said, "Most women tend to be in their twenties, single mums or whatever, desperate for money, but we do tend to get the odd university student now and again. I have to say though, you're very cute."

Now Katie went bright red. "Thank you," she managed to stammer. "You are too and..."

"So I'm the agent," Alan interrupted, explaining everything very business-like, "And Rob here is one of our male porn stars. He also serves as a sort of talent scout and helps me out with these auditions and things."

For the first time, I noticed a camera and a video camera on the desk. Alan picked them both up, one at a time, checking that they had power and removing the lens caps.

"First of all, can you take off your dress for me?" Alan said, looking through the eyepiece of the camera.

"There's a coffee machine in the canteen down the corridor," Rob said to me. "We'll be about half an hour tops. Don't worry, we'll look after her."

"He stays," Katie said, grabbing my hand. "If that's okay?"

Alan squinted at her from behind his desk. "Are you sure? I don't want him putting you off. You need to be relaxed and..."

"I'll be a lot more comfortable and relaxed if he stays," Katie said. She wasn't letting go of my hand.

"Very well. I need him to move though," Alan said, pointing the camera at Katie now. "He can't be in shot. I need to take photos and video to send to casting directors and it's going to look a bit weird with a geeky kid sat there next to you."

Geeky kid? I was about to say something but Katie must have known because she squeezed my hand. Hard.

"That's cool. Paul can stand over there?" She pointed towards the back of the office, behind the two men, so I got up and after she gave my hand one last squeeze, I went over and stood behind Rob. "So you need me to strip?" she asked.

Alan nodded. "Dress first."

* * *

Katie stood up and for the first time, she avoided my gaze. I had seen Katie in her bra and knickers before. After all, she had stayed over at mine and me at hers numerous times over the years but I'd never seen anything more than that, and to be honest, I had never really thought about it. So as she lifted the dress up and over her head, it wasn't anything I'd not seen before even if she did have on a lacy white bra and panties on which were more revealing than the underwear I'd seen her wear in the past.

"Okay, turn around slowly for me," Alan said and as she did a slow twirl, he took a few pictures with the camera. I noticed a red light on the video camera too, so he was recording all of this as well.

"Nice tits," Rob said. "What size are they?"

"Thanks," Katie looked down at her cleavage. "I'm a 36D."

"Very nice," Alan agreed. "You seem quite comfortable at the moment. Have you ever done anything like this before?" Katie shook her head, so he pressed on. "So would you mind taking your bra off for us? Then your panties."

Katie reached behind her back and unclasped the bra. I looked at her, but she was still avoiding eye contact with me. Not quite knowing where to look, I turned around and looked out of the window to try and make it easier for her.

"Wow, you've got great nipples," I heard Alan say next. "Are they sensitive? Do you like having them played with?"

"Yes," Katie replied. "But not too rough. I like them being sucked and teased but no pain, or that sort of thing."

"Okay," the old man's voice was still calm and professional. "So now your panties and then if you can turn around and bend over for us."

I heard the sounds of movement behind me as Katie did what they asked of her.

"Nice little landing strip," Rob commented.

"You'll probably need to shave that when we do a proper shoot with you," Alan informed her.

"That's okay. I've shaved it before," Katie replied. "So you think I'll be able to get some work?"

"Spread your arse cheeks for me?" Alan asked. I couldn't help but imagine what it looked like, but I didn't turn around. The road outside was busy. Traffic streamed up and down and people were walking past the building in both directions, none of whom had any idea what sort of things were going on just a couple of storeys above them.

"I think you'll be able to get plenty of work, depending on what sort of work you're looking for and how good you are," Rob answered for her. "You're cute as a button and you have a lovely ass."

"Okay, you can take a seat now," Alan said as Katie said thank you for Rob's compliment. I turned back around, forgetting for a moment that my best friend was still completely naked. I saw her sit down, her large breasts hanging free. She did have lovely, large, slightly puffy, pink nipples. I started to turn around, then stopped when she finally made eye contact with me. Her gaze held me there, stopping me from turning away. Instead, I rested my back against the wall again and watched as Katie made herself comfortable. She finally broke the stare when Alan spoke again.

"So how many guys have you slept with in total?"

Katie blinked but answered honestly. "I've been with three guys properly, but I've done oral and things with quite a few others."

"So you wouldn't say you're experienced then?"

"Not overly so," she said, turning slightly pink again in the cheeks. "But I know what to do. I follow guidance well too. I can learn new things. I like learning new things."

Rob chuckled. "Well if you go down this route, you'll be learning plenty, I can promise you that."

Katie seemed to have a smile for Rob, no matter what he said. "I'm excited for that," she said flirtily.

Alan wrote something down again, having put the camera down. The video camera was still recording though. "So you're happy giving oral. You like receiving oral? Do you do anal?"

Katie's eyebrows lifted slightly at that. "I love receiving oral. What girl doesn't? But anal, well I would try it. I've not done it yet."

"And you've only been with a couple of guys besides your boyfriend, or fuck buddy, whatever he is now, so I'm guessing you've never been with more than one guy at a time?" Katie shook her head to that. "Ever been with a girl?"

Katie paused and to my surprise, she nodded. "Sort of," she looked at me. "I've never done actual sex, but me and a friend of mine once got naked together and touched each other. We were drunk." It felt like she was apologising to me for not telling me that.

"Did you cum? Or make the other girl cum?"

"Oh, no." Katie shook her head, making her pretty blonde curls bounce around her shoulders. I caught myself staring at her gorgeous, big, breasts and forced myself to look back at my best friend's face. "We just fooled around, touching and stuff, but it didn't go that far. I did get really wet though."

"Did you masturbate afterwards?" Alan asked bluntly. "While thinking about it?"

"I was only young," Katie said after thinking about it, "But yes, I think so. Probably. I masturbate all the time. Always have."

"Really? Would you mind doing it for me now? What do you use? Toys or just your fingers?"

Alan just kept firing questions at her, but to her credit, Katie didn't even flinch. "Usually just my fingers but I do own some toys. Dildos and vibrators, that sort of thing. I use them sometimes."

"You like them big or...?"

"Toys?" Katie clarified. "I have a couple of larger ones then some small bullet-type vibrators. They're all fun."

"What about guys?" Rob asked the next question. "Have you ever been with a well-hung guy?"

"Define well hung," she asked.

Rob was rubbing the front of his jeans. They were tight and he had a huge bulge there. "Well, I'm a little bit over eight inches. Ever had anything as big as that?"

Katie licked her lips. "My first two boys were average and small," she glanced at me, so I knew she was going to confess something. "But my ex-boyfriend is quite big. Thick too. He says he is eight inches, but I never measured it so I don't know if..."

"Want to see mine to compare?" Rob smiled at her. Katie nodded and he started unbuckling his belt.

"Ahem," Alan cleared his throat. "Katie, we don't have a lot of time if we're going to get through everything we need to today. While Rob is doing that, would you mind masturbating for me? Show me how you do it?"

Katie took a deep breath. It took an effort for her to drag her eyes off the undressing Rob.

"Yes, I think so."

"Just pretend we're not in the room," Rob added. He was just down to his boxer shorts now and the bulge in the front looked pretty big from where I was standing.

"Okay," Katie was back to avoiding my gaze again. She shifted sideways on the sofa and opened her legs slowly, then slipped a hand down to her pussy. I couldn't help but look even though I knew I should have turned around again. She did have a small landing strip of fine, dark blonde hair growing up from the top of her slit and over her mound. Her fingers parted her small, pink pussy lips and then her middle finger found her clit and she began to tease it as all three of us watched her.

Rob slipped down his shorts, and his large thick, semi-erect cock popped out into view. Katie's eyes were drawn to it, and her finger worked her clit a little bit faster.

"Slip a finger inside," Alan told her. "Good girl."

I suddenly realised I was hard too. I looked down to see if my own bulge was visible and quite to my horror it was, but Katie didn't notice. She was too fixated on the now naked Rob, his muscled torso and legs and his porn star cock. Her free hand went to her breasts, stroking her nipple as she masturbated.

"I'll come straight out with it," said Alan. He was taking photographs of her again as he spoke. "You'd make a good model, but hardcore video is where the money is."

Katie nodded but didn't take her eyes off Rob's cock and she didn't stop rubbing her clit.

Alan put down the camera and picked up the video camera instead. "So do you want to do a quick hardcore scene now? As an audition? I can show it to the casting directors and see if they think you've got potential?"

Would Katie really do this?

* * *

She nodded. "What do you need me to do?"

I realised I was holding my breath. Oh, my. She was going to do porn. Right here and now.

Alan was leaning forward, getting the camera in closer to Katie's wet-looking pussy, so his glasses had slid down his nose. He pushed them up with one finger. "Ideally, I'd want to you to start by sucking some cock. Let's see how good you are at it?"

Katie looked at me and smiled for some reason. She seemed quite as ease, which surprised me. "Yes, I can do that."

"Fantastic, then we can take it from there." Alan stood up, still holding the camera. "Whatever you're comfortable doing. Obviously the further we take it, the more material we have to show the big bosses and the more work you can get."

I couldn't believe that I was watching my female best friend of ten years laying on a sofa totally naked, legs open and playing with her pussy. It felt wrong, but I couldn't tear my eyes off her and what was about to happen. Was I going to see her give head? What the fuck?

But then something unexpected happened. Alan handed the video camera to Rob, who leaned back and sat on the edge of the desk. Then Alan undid his belt and dropped his grey trousers.

Katie stopped playing with herself and sat herself upright as Alan slipped off his shirt and took down his silk boxer shorts. His body was nothing like Rob's ripped physique. He was in his fifties at a guess. He was hairy and slightly overweight, and his cock was barely half the length of Rob's, although it was still thick-looking. Whereas Rob was fully shaven, Alan had a small amount of iron-coloured wiry pubes. He stepped towards Katie who was staring at him with her mouth open in surprise.

Rob moved to the side so he had a good view of Katie. I had to step across slightly as well because Alan was standing in the way. I was ready to grab her by the hand and drag her out of there when she suddenly cleared her throat.

"I thought you meant with Rob."

"The thing is you see," Alan said, stroking his cock right in front of her face. "You don't always get to pick and choose who you do scenes with. Sometimes you'll get to do things with hot guys like Rob, but depending on the scene and the theme of the shoot, you could be asked to do all sorts. With old men, ugly guys, big cocks, small cocks, transsexuals, girls. You name it."

"I don't know," Katie said slowly. I stepped forward, but Rob put a hand out to stop me.

"Let her decide," he whispered to me. I felt my blood growing hot, but I stood there for a moment. She was an adult, she could make her own decisions. But she knew this wasn't right, surely she wouldn't...

"I guess you have to show that I'm versatile," Katie said. Then she sat up and leaned forward.

Again, I couldn't see what was going on and had to step back to where I'd been standing before and when I did, I could see her with Alan's cock in her mouth. Her hand went to his balls and began to stroke them as she got into it, and Alan's hand went to the back of her head.

"That's it," he encouraged her as she bobbed up and down on his cock.

She must have sucked him for a good ten minutes and when he finally let her come up for air, he had gone from being flaccid to being fully hard. His cock still wasn't very impressive, no bigger than mine, if not a little bit smaller. It looked painfully hard, jutting straight upwards. Certainly very erect for someone of his age. I wondered if he'd taken viagra or something.

"So am I any good?" Katie looked up at him with watery eyes. He had gotten a little bit vigorous with her, basically fucking her mouth just before he stopped.

"You're good enough," he replied. "You can get better, but you're young enough to learn with practice."

Rob's cock was hard now too. He was holding the camera with one hand while stroking himself with the other. Katie's eyes found him and she stared at his cock for a moment, then returned to sucking Alan's cock without even being asked. She never even looked at me. I may as well have not been there.

Alan stopped her. "Woah. Don't go making me cum. Not yet."

"What do you want me to do now?" Katie wiped her lips with one hand, smearing her pink lipstick a little. I wanted to go over and sort it for her, but Rob was still standing in the way.

"Aren't you enjoying this?" he said quietly. "Your friend is pretty fucking hot."

With the tightness in my jeans, I couldn't say no. I gave him a look and backed away again.

"Kneel up on the sofa for me," Alan told her. "Let me fuck you and see how tight your pussy is."

Surely she wouldn't? But she did. Katie stood up, turning around and climbed on the sofa, bending over and spreading her thighs. I could see her pussy slit. She was obviously wet, her pussy lips glistened in the fluorescent office light.

Alan put his hands on her hips and shoved himself inside her in one smooth movement. I couldn't believe she was letting this old man fuck her.

"Oh," Katie moaned as Alan started to get into a rhythm. "Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me harder."

Was this really my Katie? My best friend since school, telling a man old enough to be her grandfather to ‘fuck her harder?'

Alan's response was to grab her blonde curls and pull her head back, and he began to pound her quite hard from behind. His balls were making a ‘slap, slap' sound against her, the only noise apart from Katie's constant soft moaning.

"Don't worry," Rob said quietly to me. "You can have a copy of the video to wank off to later." He laughed then turned around to video Alan flipping Katie over onto her back and telling her to spread her legs.

I couldn't watch as he got between her thighs and I tore my eyes away and gazed out of the window. I could hear Alan grunting as he fucked her and Katie moaning. She genuinely sounded like she was enjoying it.

"Paul?" She called my name suddenly.

"Yes?" I turned around quickly. "Are you okay?"

"Why aren't you watching me?" she asked. Alan was standing back at the desk with the video camera in his hand. He pressed some buttons and then watched some of the video back. Rob was looking at it too.

"I felt a bit weird," I said honestly.

"Didn't it look good?" she asked, concern on her face as she closed her legs and sat up again. "Don't you think I'm good looking enough?"

"You're stunning," I tried to explain. "I couldn't stop watching. It was really sexy, but you're my best friend."

"I'm still a girl," she said. "You're still a man. You should find me a turn on. You should be horny and turned on by it." The two guys had their backs turned to her. Had they finished? Had Alan cum? Katie seemed sad and alone, sat there on her own, all naked and vulnerable.

"Of course I was turned on," I reassured her truthfully. "I thought I was going to either cum in my pants or at least burst my zipper."

Her eyes drifted down to my crotch and I realised that I was still hard, so my bulge would still be visible. Katie's eyes lingered there for a second and a huge grin crept across her face. "Oopsies," she giggled. "Did I do that?"

I was about to say so when Alan turned back to her again. His cock had softened, but he must not have cum yet because he said they hadn't finished yet. He asked her to kneel on the floor in front of him.

"The video we have is good," he explained, "But no shoot is complete with what we call ‘the money shot,' if you know what that is?"

Katie nodded as she got down on the floor. Alan put his flaccid cock in front of her face.

"So you need to make me cum. I can either do it on your face or your tits, whichever you prefer."

Katie shrugged. "I don't mind." Then she started sucking him again, so I turned away back to the window.

"Paul," she called to me. "Please don't turn away."

I slowly turned back around. "Why?"

"I want you to watch," she said with a shy smile.

"I think she likes it," Rob chuckled.

"I do," she confessed, her eyes meeting mine as she started sucking him again.

I was confused, but I did as she wanted, watching as she stroked his balls, sucked his cock then even licked down his stiff, little, old, cock and even took his balls in her mouth before going back and licking and sucking on the tip like it was a lollipop.

"Push your tits together," Alan said suddenly, taking half a step back. Katie did just that, lifting her large breasts and holding them in front of him while he stroked furiously. "Open your mouth," he ordered her.

Katie barely had time to before the first spurt of cum sprayed out, hitting her on the cheek. She stuck her tongue out and the second stream went in her mouth. She pulled a bit of a face at that and moved her head back slightly so the third jet went over her upper chest and tits.

"Fuck," Alan said in a tight voice. His fist was still pumping around his cock and another load of cum shot out, not as forcefully as the first few, but it hit her chin and throat. She opened her lips and let him milk the last few drops into her mouth, then she sucked and licked the tip clean as he ordered her to. Finally, he stepped back and found his office chair and sat down in it heavily.

Katie got up and sat on the sofa, spreading her legs and playing with herself again. Rob and I exchanged glances. I was wondering if he was going to fuck her now and I guessed he was wondering what I would say or do if he did. I suspected Katie wouldn't have stopped him if he tried.

But he didn't. He kept the video camera focused on her as her eyes met his. She raised her legs up, one finger rubbing up and down her wet cunt and then focusing on her clit. Her other hand was kneading her breasts, pinching the nipple as she masturbated then her eyes moved to me and she orgasmed.

Katie's back arched and she moaned loudly as it hit her. She shoved her finger inside her for a second then had to move it and she clamped her legs together hard and groaned.

"Wow," she said after she'd got her breath back.

"Wow indeed," Alan said. He too had got his breath back and was now getting dressed again. Rob looked at the clock on the wall and did the same.

"We have another audition in a few minutes," the good looking guy said to me with a smile. "If you want to get your friend dressed? There are some wet wipes on the shelf there."

Katie stood up as I passed her a couple of the tissues. "So what happens next?" She wiped her face and cleaned the cum from her breasts.

"I'll need you to confirm your details on this form," Alan said, sliding a piece of paper and a pen towards her.

Katie dressed quickly, then began to fill it in. "Did I do well? Will you get me some work, do you think?"

"Well, I will definitely be doing a shoot with you," Rob said as he buttoned up his shirt. "I need to fuck you. You looked fantastic."

"She was quite good," a fully dressed Alan corrected him, "Not fantastic but as I said before, young enough to learn."

"I have to confess I was hoping you might join in," Katie said to Rob somewhat shyly, as she passed the completed documents to the old man while ignoring his comment. She went bright red. Her bravado had perhaps gone along with her arousal, after her huge orgasm.

"I wanted to," grinned Rob with his bright white teeth, "But as I just said, we have another audition in a few minutes and we take it turns, you see? Alan will need a while to recover, so it's my turn next."

My jaw dropped. These people had such surreal lives. I wondered how many women Rob and Alan fucked in a week, or even in a day.

As Katie gave Rob a kiss on the cheek and we left, we passed another young girl outside. A curvy brunette, much older than us but still quite good looking, and I couldn't help but briefly imagine what the milf was about to do when she went for her interview.

She knocked on the door. "Come in, Nicola?" came Alan's voice from inside. She gave us one look as though she was going to ask us something then she went in, closing the door behind her.

Katie and I looked at each other and giggled. Then we left. We had no idea at the point where all this was going to lead, but we were soon to find out.

* * *

We didn't say anything until we got in the car outside. Then as we sat down and belted up, we looked at each other again but didn't look at each other this time.

"So, now I feel weird." Katie finally said after what felt like an age of awkward silence.

"Me too."

"I guess that I really don't have any secrets from you now," she said. "You pretty much know everything. You've seen everything. I feel sort of strange. How do you feel?"

I started the car while thinking what to say. "I feel kind of guilty," I said finally as we pulled away from the office. "What do you want to do now? Go somewhere to talk?"

"Yours? We can have a coffee and stuff. I could use a shower as well if I can borrow yours?"

"Sure. Good idea," I said. We needed somewhere quiet to talk and digest what had just happened.

"Why guilty?" Katie asked as I drove. Home was only a ten-minute drive away.

"I should have stopped you or something. I don't know," that was true. I couldn't quite put a finger on how I felt. Maybe it would take a while to sink in or something. "Or maybe because of how I felt while I was watching. Or I shouldn't have watched?"

"That's crazy," Katie said. "I wanted you to watch. If you hadn't, I'd have felt like I wasn't attractive or something. And if you hadn't got horny, I would have felt downright ugly."

"I shouldn't have let you go through with it," I said.

Katie got angry at that. "Paul, you're my friend, you're not my dad. I wanted to do it, remember. And I enjoyed every single, fucking, minute of it! Okay?"

"All right, cool down," I said apologetically, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound like your dad."

"It's okay," she said, "I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have snapped at you."

"You really enjoyed it?" I had to grin at her. "Slut," I joked.

"I'll tell you when we're inside," she grinned back and then stuck her tongue out at me.

When we were in, Katie decided she needed a beer rather than a coffee and I joined her, even though we had probably downed enough alcohol last night to last us through the week.

"I'll drink this then go grab a shower if that's cool?" she said, taking a long pull from the bottle.

"Of course it is," I took a swig of my cold beer too. What had just happened this morning was starting to sink in now. I'd just witnessed my best friend getting fucked by a complete stranger, and old man at that, right in front of me. "I can't believe what happened, you know? It feels kind of surreal."

"I know," Katie laughed under breath, "I've just had sex with a man right while you watched. I can't believe I went through with it. I almost chickened out."

"Are you glad you didn't?" I asked. "You said you enjoyed it back in the car."

"I'd rather have had sex with the other guy, Rob," she confessed, "But I can't pretend I didn't like it. I came really hard. You saw. A girl doesn't cum usually unless she's enjoying it?"

"Yes, but that was after," I pointed out.

"Because I was so damn horny. I've never slept with anyone that old before and it made me feel really slutty and naughty." Katie grinned mischievously, "Although I have once sucked a guy off who was maybe even older. But I was totally wrecked on vodka that night."

"What? You never told me that!"

"I'm sorry I kept stuff from you, but you know there's some things a girl doesn't tell. Sucking off a pensioner is one of those things. Besides, I bet there're lots of things you've not told me."

I thought about it hard, but there really wasn't. Katie had always been my best friend and I loved sharing things with her. Perhaps I didn't share some of the gory details of sex from her, but I'd always told her who I fancied, who I was dating and when I'd had sex with them.

I told Katie exactly that and she raised her eyebrows at me. "Really? Oh wow, I feel bad now."

"Don't feel bad," I said. I didn't want her to feel guilty. "It's cool. So what else don't I know? Is there anything else?"

Katie thought about it too but said she couldn't think of anything off the top of her head but when she remembered anything, she would tell me. At least she knew now that I wouldn't judge her. Then she flipped the conversation around to me.

"So I admitted that I loved being a slut just now. Can I ask you a question?" When I nodded, she asked if I was sure and I told her to just go ahead and ask. "Did you enjoy it? Or was it just guilt?"

I stared at my best friend. Would she be offended if I lied and said no? "I feel bad for admitting it, but yeah I enjoyed it."

"I saw your hard-on," Katie giggled. "You should have got your cock out and had a wank."

"Oh yeah, right," I chuckled. "I'm sure they'd have loved that."

"What's up? Would you have been embarrassed at the size of your dick or something?"

"No!" I spluttered. "It's just that, well... it would have been inappropriate and..."

"Paul, I was being fucked right in front of you and another total stranger and you don't think that's inappropriate? Then you watched me wank and orgasm too." I didn't know quite what to say. "Is your cock small or big?" she asked, folding her arms. "Come on, you've seen me. I want to know."

"It's maybe a bit bigger than Alan's was," I said defiantly, staring at her.

"So show me," she said. "Come on, you don't have to wank or anything in front of me. Even though I bet you're desperate to cum. God knows I would be in your position."

"I'm not the sort of guy to just get his cock out," I stared at her. "You know me better than that."

Katie finished off her beer. "You're no fun," she pouted at me. "I'm going to have a quick shower if that's okay?"

I necked mine and decided to go and get a fresh one out of the fridge. "Help yourself," I said over my shoulder and she skipped off upstairs.

Just a few minutes later I heard the shower running and then shortly after, I heard Katie shouting my name. I called upstairs to see what she wanted and asked if I had any shampoo she could use because she thought she had dried sperm in her hair. I tried to tell her where it was, but she wanted me to come upstairs and pass it to her.

I went upstairs but stopped outside the door. "You're in the shower," I pointed out.

"Paul, you've seen me naked and everything. Me in the shower is nothing now. Just come in and pass me the damn shampoo."

I walked in, grabbing some from the shelf over the shower cupboard and tapped it against the shower door, expecting her to open it a crack for me to pass it through but she opened the door fully.

"Thanks," she smiled at me but didn't close the door as she poured some into her hand and began to wash her hair. "Don't go yet," she said as I turned to leave. "Can I ask you something again?"

She was teasing me, I realised, so I decided to play it out. I turned back towards her and looked her naked body slowly up and down, taking in her smooth bare thighs, her little landing strip of light brown pubes and her firm tits before finally making eye contact. "Okay."

"Enjoying the view," she said with an arched eyebrow. Well, what did she expect? "I think that answers my question. I was going to ask if you thought I had a good body."

"You have an amazing body," I said honestly, trying not to let my best friend faze me which she was obviously trying to do. "If you weren't my best friend and everything, I'd fuck you."

"Are you hard again?" she squinted down at my crotch and I realised that I was. I wasn't sure if my erection had gone down at all much since we'd left the audition and I told her so with a shrug. I wasn't going to let her embarrass me like she was trying to. "Show me then. Come on Paulie, let me see?"

"No way," I said. I wasn't going to give my friend the satisfaction of teasing me like this.

"Too scared?" Katie laughed at me. "I promise I won't jump on you. I won't even leave the shower. Show me and then I'll let you go and I'll finish showering."

Scared? I wasn't scared. It just felt a bit weird. Well, I wasn't going to let her have the last laugh. Knowing it was just banter between friends, I unbuttoned my jeans and took them down along with my shorts. My trimmed cock popped out, harder than I'd realised it was and Katie clapped her hands together.

"Wow. Very nice Paulie. Not bad at all. If you need to wank, you can, you know?" she winked at me.

"You're terrible," I laughed. There was no way I was going to wank over her while she showered in front of me like the tease she was.

"Damn it. Maybe next time," she giggled, "Okay you can put it away and leave me to shower now if you like."

I did just that. "Towels are on the rack there," I pointed to her, not giving her another excuse to call me back and tease me some more.

I closed the bathroom door behind me. She was right though. I did need to cum, quite urgently. The whole experience, while being surreal and bizarre, had gotten me incredibly horny and as soon as Katie left, a short time later after very little further naughty talk, I went straight to bed and played with my cock until I shot a huge load all over my stomach and of course, all I could think of was Katie being fucked.