Auditions
Starstruck. Stage Mad. Bit by the Broadway Bug. Overwhelmed by the Glamour of the Stage. All apt descriptions of Amy Allenby. And the reason why today she had slipped away from the tour Five Oaks Academy was holding. "New talent wanted for important role in feature film," the ad in the movie magazine had read. "Previous experience not required. Must be flexible and willing to take direction."
"Well," thought Amy to herself as she threaded her way through the streets to the address in the ad. "I certainly fit all of those qualities. And I sure am flexible!" She laughed to herself, thinking about the gymnastics awards on her trophy shelf at the Academy. Best in Floor Exercise, Balance Beam, and Freestyle Tumbling.
The neighborhood kept getting seedier and trashier the closer Amy got to the studio address. Buildings changed from odd retail stores whose customers seemed to speak no or little English to rows of crumbling brownstone apartments to single wood frame houses crowded together on tiny fenced lots to whole blocks of huge warehouses. She could distinctly smell the harbor with its wafts of polluted water, deadfish, and diesel fumes by the time she found the address.
There was no identifying sign to tell Amy what studio occupied the building. A
featureless steel door was set alone in a block wall, a pull handle in the
middle. On the wall next to the door a naked red light bulb shone. Under it a
small sign reading:
NO ADMISSION WHILE LIGHT IS ON
SOUNDSTAGE #3
Amy stood nervously near the door, watching the light. Unconsciously she made minor adjustment to her uniform, straightened her knee-length plaid skirt, retucked her white blouse, straightened the tops of her white stockings across her slim ankles, shook out her blonde hair, fidgeted. Time seemed to crawl past. She started to think that she could hear faint sounds within the building, a rumble like heavy objects moving on rails or tracks, a squeaking like a slightly rusty pulley, a hollow thud like a great wooden wheel suddenly falling over, a faint cry like a distant scream. The sun shifted away from the narrow street and Amy shuddered in the suddenly cold shadow that crept across her shoulders. "Patience," she kept telling herself. "This HAS to be worth the trouble I'm gonna be in when I get back to the Academy."
The light was out. She hadn't seen it turn off. Amy felt a quick surge of panic. What if someone else was going to audition and she missed her chance to sign up. What if the light went back on and the stage closed again. What if she didn't even get in to try out or talk to somebody. What if.. what if.. what if....
She grabbed the door handle and yanked the heavy door open. God, it was really
hard to open. The door was thick and insulated like the door of a walk-in
freezer. Amy quickly hopped through the opening as soon as it was large enough.
Released of her tugging, the door swung swiftly shut behind her and closed with
a hollow "clunk". The hem of her skirt caught in the doorjamb. Amy tried to push
to door open but it refused to move. "There's no handle on this side," she
complained. She struggled with the door for a few minutes, her frustration
growing. Finally she gave up and ripped her skirt, leaving a piece caught in the
door.
"Darn it!"
Still fuming inwardly at the misfortune of the hungry door that seemed
determined to sabotage her appearance, Amy turned to look into the building. A
long, dimly lighted hall stretched ahead of her. The floor was rough concrete.
The walls were built of concrete block. The ceiling was low; the bare lightbulbs
hanging only a few inches over her head. The corridor had absolutely no
decorations or doors. Far ahead, the hall divided in a "T". Amy could just make
out what appeared to be a sign with a large red arrow on it hanging on the wall
at that point. She decided to for get about the door and her determination
returned as she started walking toward the sign. Finally she could read it. The
arrow pointed to the left-hand turning. The sign simply read:
AUDITIONS
"That's what I'm here for," she told herself, turning left and walking along the
hallway. As she walked, Amy began to hear the sounds of people around her. She
thought she heard snatches of conversations on the other side of the walls,
heard someone giving directions to other people, heard fragments of songs, heard
someone whistling. She heard also faint music, like a soundtrack or background
music. The music would play, pause, and then start over again. A canvas curtain
blocked the hallway ahead of her. She pushed through it and saw another hanging
about eight feet further away. That one proved to have a third behind it. It
seemed all formed a triple barrier against stray noise.
When Amy pushed through the last barrier she stopped. The whole interior of the warehouse opened up before her. The building was a huge empty shell some four stories high. The roof, far above, was hung with a maze of cables, lights, cranes, booms, sandbags, painted flats, props, sound speakers, and hundreds of chains, hooks, and cables. Everything in it could be completely changed and re-arranged at the whim of its occupants. Along one wall five small trailers were parked. They looked as though they had been made over into portable dressing rooms. Another corner of the room was blocked off completely and its partitions hung with more of the canvas drape. Three people stood together at a corner of the draped corner, apparently deep in conversation.
"I'm telling you, Lee," said the shorter of the two. He gestured toward the drape, waving his hands up and down, describing spirals and circles in the air. "She would have been just fine, but she forgot her cues! I mean, how completely stupid can you be?"
The other, a taller, distinguished seeming man, frowned. Amy noticed the shock of white hair escaping from under the billed cap proclaiming him as DIRECTOR. Somehow it made her feel better about what she was doing. "He looks like Steven Spielberg,: she thought to herself.
"Bill, it just doesn't matter," the man called Lee replied. "We have to get these scenes in the can soon or we'll have to drop the whole idea from the movie. It's one thing to put this element into your script, but if you can't make it real it will just have to go."
"Lee, it's not the scene or she script. It's the girls! We've auditioned eight girls so far and not one of them has been able to follow a few simple instructions. They lose it under pressure."
"Fine," asserted Lee. "I can give it one more chance. And you might as well use THAT girl." He turned suddenly and leveled a finger straight at Amy. The shorter man, Bill, seemed to notice her for the first time. She could see his eyes scanning up, down, up, back down. She knew exactly what he was seeing. Shiny black schoolgirl shoes. White ankle socks. Knee-length plaid skirt (missing a chunk, dammit). White blouse. Full lips. Blue eyes. Pale blonde hair.
"What's your name, honey? You here to audition? Just how old are you anyway?!? You ever worked with animals? Can you do skin shots?"
"Uhhhh....Amy. Yes, pleeze. Eighteen (next month....please don't let 'em check). I can try I guess. Ummm, how much skin?"
Lee laughed. "She's bright, Bill. She got all the right answers. You tell her what we want. If she still is game for it, we'll shoot ONE MORE TIME."
"OK, OK, Lee. Lissen, Amy. We're doing a carnival movie. I wrote the whole screenplay. It's a adventure/horror film. A bunch of kids get caught in a carnival after hours and stalked or hunted by the exhibits and the animals. We got everything done except this one scene. Lemme show you."
Bill grasped the hanging drape and pulled it aside. Amy gasped. The corner was separated from the studio by a thick clear plexiglass wall. Behind the wall was a shooting set that looked like a carnival backlot, complete with canvas tent walls and straw covered floor. Lying in the straw was the biggest snake she had ever seen. Involuntarily Amy shuddered.
"If you ain't scared of snakes, this will be a piece of cake, Amy."
"But....it's soooo huge!"
"You bet she is. Rani is twenty-four feet of reticulate python. I figure she
weighs on over three hundred pounds easy, and measures about ten inches thick."
"And you expect me to go in with THAT?"
"It's perfectly safe is you just follow directions. Rani is trained."
"Trained?"
"You bet. I'll tell you that part in a minute. What we're going for here is
pretty simple. You're lost in the carnival. It's dark. You grope your way along
the tent, looking for a way out. You trip and fall right on the snake. She wraps
you up. You struggle, scream, all that stuff. She wins. End of scene. Easy,
right?"
"Are you kidding? She'll KILL me!" Amy could feel a tingle between her thighs.
What WOULD it feel like? All those coils on her skin.....
"My clothes will get dirty."
No problem. That's where we get the audience. We got a costume that's pretty
much like yours, but all the seams are break-aways. By the time she gets you
coiled up good, you'll be left in your underwear. Cute, huh?"
"Uh, I suppose." Oh God, I'll really get to feel it on my skin all over. Oh, why
is it so hot in here all of a sudden?
"Honest, Amy. It's perfectly safe as long as you remember your cues."
"Cues?"
"Right. This IS a movies production after all. You really don't think we'd let
you go in there with an untrained animal do you?"
"Uh....well. I suppose not." Trained? To do What? Am I sweating? I feel like I'm
sweating like crazy.
"Exactly. Rani is the same snake they used in that BoDerek movie. You probably
saw that, right?"
"Uh huh." Omigawd. It's the snake I've always dreamed about.
"Well, Rani is trained to respond to two simple commands. You give her a firm,
open handed slap anywhere on her body and she'll start to coil and squeeze.
She's big and she takes her time, so you'll have some time before her
constriction gets really dangerous. When you want her to stop and let you go,
two firm closed fist blows signal her that the take is over. Got it?"
"Uh, I think so. Slap her to start. Hit her twice with my fist to stop." Are me
knees shaking?
"Right. As long as you keep your head together you'll be fine."
"But, Mister Bill. What have you had to do the scene so many times? I heard
Lee......"
"Well, frankly, Amy, every girl we've had in here up until now has lost her head
in there. They have all freaked out when Rani starts squeezing. They forgot the
cues and we had to go in and get 'em out. And that screws up the shooting. I
mean, we're NOT shooting a snuff film or anything. But you look like a pretty
sharp girl. You won't let us down, will you?"
"I'll try."
"Atta girl!" He gently slapped her shoulder. "Just see Mary in wardrobe." He
pointed toward a woman pushing a clothes rack across the open studio floor.
"She'll get you fixed up with the break-away suit and take you to makeup. As
soon as you're finished we'll do the scene."
"OK."
Amy was soon done with costuming and makeup. She could tell that the schoolgirl uniform she now wore was very fragile. It would only take a little effort to burst the seams of the blouse and skirt, leaving her in just white cotton panties. (She had removed her bra while changing. ""R" rating is OK I suppose."). Bill gave her a shooting script and let her review the scene. It all looked pretty simple. (Provided I can just quit drooling long enough to get next to that snake.)
The scene was reset. Lee brought the camera dollies into place. The camera and sound crews positioned equipment. Amy entered the enclosure.
"This one looks really hot," Lee thought. He pulled his script copy over his lap. He could feel his "personal director" rising to the occasion.
"Allright," he called out. "Let's put this thing in the can! Carnival Challenge, Scene six, take eighteen. ACTION!"
"Ok,"Amy thought to herself. "Here goes nothing."
Following the shooting script to the letter, she groped along the tent wall as
if it was completely dark. She even remembered to whimper a little once in a
while as though she was really scared and lost. Slowly, haltingly she closed the
distance between her feet and Rani's piled coils in the scattered straw. She
paused for a long dramatic moment and then took one more step. She stumbled over
one of Rani's thick coils.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEE," she shrieked in mock terror, falling squarely onto the snake.
As she felt her knees touch the coils, Amy's hand came forward as though
flailing for balance and struck Rani in a light open handed slap. The effect was
immediate and startling.
Rani began to behave exactly like a jungle predator. Her huge head sprang up, snapping at the air. Amy caught the thick neck in both hands. Great thick coils began to heave under her like a fire hose. She felt herself being tossed from side to side like a rag doll. A heavy coil settled over her shoulder, sliding down her back and over her firm butt. She could feel the uniform pulling away and shredding under the friction of the coil. The sliding length of serpent passed between Amy's legs, cradling her in snakeskin. It wound up her stomach and began to twist her, winding her body in a huge loop of muscle. A second coil passed over her shoulders and settled into place above the first, pressing against the bottoms of her exposed breasts, pushing them upward. A third coil followed, winding under her arms and over the tops of her breasts, adding its weight to her chest. Amy found herself being slowly forced to the ground under the weight of the snake. A loop of tail wrapped tightly around one of her thighs, squeezing suddenly hard.
All this happened within seconds of the slap. Before Amy could even cry out she was swathed from hips to neck in Rain's coils.
"Aggghhhhhhhh! Helllppppp meeeeeeee!," she screamed. "It's a snake! It's got
meeeeeeeeee!"
But of course no help was forthcoming. That was according to the script. Amy
struggled, squirming and writhing in the embrace of the snake. She felt the
coils shifting, slowly, deliberately. She knew that Rani was positioning herself
to begin constricting.
The first squeezes were subtle. Amy could hardly tell that Rani was beginning to bear down, except that her weight seemed to increase. The coils seemed to grow firmer. Great muscles were working under the snakeskin, flexing, drawing the circle slowly inward around her.
"Oh God, it's squeezing meeeeeeeee! Help me pleeeze! Somebody!"
Still tighter grew the tourniquet of flesh. Amy could no longer feel her leg below the thigh. She could feel the bones of her hips shifting under the pressure. The fat coil between her legs was pressing upward, flexing over her sex. She felt herself growing damp. Sweat begain to pour off her body.
"Aaaahhhhhhnnnnnnnnnn.............It's getting tiiighterrrrr!"
And it was definitely getting harder to breathe now. Amy felt her flat tummy compressed a little more every time she gasped. The coils crossing her chest were slowly bending her ribs. They closed together, catching her breasts between them, squeezing them out into stiff peaks. It was starting to hurt, too.
"Unnghhhhhhhh! Hnngghhhhhhh! Ngh!"
She grunted and strained with the effort of her struggle. As if aware of her pain, Rani passed one more coil around her head, covering her mouth, stifling her cries. Amy felt her eyes bulging under the pressure. The taste of the snake was in her mouth.
"MMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFF! MMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFF!"
She was losing the battle. But there was another battle she wanted to win. She began writhing, working her hips against the coil pressed tight to her sex. Rani seemd to oblige her by shifting still tighter there, compressing her tender pussy. Amy felt her release approaching. Her breathe was almost gone. In that last second of rational awareness, she exploded in a burst of stifled pleasure and pain. Weakly she struck the coils twice with a fist.
"Cut!"
"It's a wrap! We got it!"
From his Directors chair, Lee was sweating too. The scene played out perfectly. This would be hot stuff. He could tell by the stain spreading slowly across the crotch of his jeans. What an actress. She even now was gasping and groaning as Rani slowly relaxed her coils. He started to get up. Then he saw the unbelievable. Amy's hand rose from out of the piled coils, opened, and came down in a slap across the coil nearest her.
"Bill, get me your digital cam, quick! We just got a new movie here!"
Within the gathering embrace of Rani, Amy heard Lee's words and smiled to herself. Hollywood here I (AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH) cum!
By Summer