audition

[mjeevas]

The scene was dressed up like something out of a domestic advertisement. It was fake and showed a glimpse of something he wasn't actually offering, but there were enough snatches of reality in between to leave the future uncompromised. It wouldn't be anything this clean, this hopeful. The rooms were flooded with light and whatever warmth the

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[mjeevas]

He looked at her and he could see she was nervous but Matt didn't really want to put her at ease. It wasn't a lie if she were to see what kind of marriage he was looking for from the start. Watching her, he took in the unnatural aspects of her appearance, and it would be too easy to use that against her.. The girl didn't seem like the strong sort and the last few prospects had only twisted his perspective on what this audition should include. He wanted to see how far he could push these people, how badly they wanted to tie themselves to anyone that they would come here.

"I can see why he'd think that," Matt pointed out, wondering if her father had had reservations before sending her out. His advertisement hadn't said anything about himself. He had money, in his line of work there was always money, but he hadn't mentioned that. All he'd offered was to take someone into his life. "A lot of different people have passed by but none of them have looked as strange as you do."

But he thought he might be more interested in her because of it. "Take off your clothes. I want to see how badly you're disfigured."

[mjeevas]

The lights were harsh to her too. They beat relentlessly against her skin and her hair was too pale, the scar too vivid as it was revealed all over her skin. He moved closer but stopped some feet away while she finished undressing. The scar was the most prominent thing on her but it didn't stop him from noticing how she might have looked without it. It didn't look like she'd been born with it and he wondered briefly what had done it to her, but he didn't ask.

He took another pull of his cigarette instead, restlessness hitting, and he said, "Yeah, take everything off," while walking to a nearby table to set his cigarette down on an ashtray, turning back to walk to her while she was stripping off the bra. His finger hooked on the elastic of her panties and he dragged it down slowly, crouching down while he pulled it to her ankles. Up close the scars looked just as devastating as they had while she'd undressed. "How were you planning to make me choose you?" he asked, not mentioning the scarring or physically comparing her to the other girls. "Do you think you're better at keeping a house than the last girl?" His hand crept up her thigh, his glove looking ugly against her skin.

[mjeevas]

Her blush intrigued him and he wanted to keep provoking it. She was completely bared to whatever inspection he wanted to make of her but it was the lights that were tearing her apart for flaws, not him. The cameras were still catching it all and he thought about telling her about the other people who were watching them from behind the lens but he didn't. He didn't tell any of them at first. "I don't want kids and I don't have any animals," he told her, letting go of her thigh to free his hand from the glove. It was his knuckle against her thigh then, making its way up.

"If you were to marry me, I might not want you to keep studying either." He wondered what she would do if he stripped her of everything from her old life. It was one of the things he should have pointed out at the start and hadn't. "I might not even want to stay in this country." He wasn't from around here and it showed, even if it felt like he'd been working here for years now.

His hand slid up between her thighs to her cunt and he stroked her idly, slowly, his fingers moving over her in an attempt to draw desire out of her. "If you married me, you'd have to go with me wherever I need to be." His fingers teased her, threatening to slip inside of her. Everything was as inconclusive as it had been when they first started but it didn't matter.

[mjeevas]

"You're fine with letting go of your life and starting over with me instead?" He shouldn't have been surprised, it wasn't very different than what people did every day, but in a way he was propositioning to imprison her with him in the life he led and Matt doubted she really understood him. "I don't want a person with baggage," he told her, watching the way her hips rocked when she moved against his hand, into the touch. Dragging his fingers up to her ass, he stroked over one of her scars. "You'll have to leave your family behind too. It'd be too easy for someone to find me through your family if I didn't want to be found."

Her scars felt like a puzzle to solve and he stared at her thigh for a long moment before his hand fell and he reached around her for one of her shoes. "Squat over this," he told her, already pulling her down while he said it. Dragging her down by the hips over over the shoe wasn't the game, his intentions spinning away from him into thoughtless action. "I'm not very nice," he admitted, meeting her eyes. "Or good with other people." The fact that he needed to get married had pulled this into place. "But I need to get married to one of you and I want the person to be willing to let go of everything, including every inhibition they have." His bare hand stroked over her ribs and then he let go and sat back to watch her. "If you still want this, then I want you to piss into your shoe."

It didn't matter that he wasn't promising her that she would be the one he chose or that she wouldn't have anything else to wear home. Everything in this audition had been comprised of leaps and they only seemed to grow more perverse with every person who stepped into this room.

[mjeevas]

Watching her do what he asked was strange. It wasn't the first time he'd watched a girl do this, it had never been like this though, the threat of this audition hanging overhead. He watched the urine spill into the shoe for a moment and then he looked at her, reading the humiliation on her face in slight fascination. She wouldn't have been bad off if she hadn't had the scars, he thought, almost reaching out to touch her hair. The impulse was easy to quell though, like most everything, and he was tasting even now the desperate look she'd given him before doing what he asked. He didn't know what it made him feel, being someone's lifeline or last resort, so he ignored it and reached out to drag his fingers along her spine. "You made a mess," he pointed out, meaning the bit that'd spilt on the floor but he could have easily been referring to the entire thing. "You should clean it up."

His hand went low to her ass and he slapped it lightly before giving her a nudge forward. "Clean it without getting off your hands and knees though." His eyes followed over her and he thought he wanted to fuck her from behind while she was crawling, the thought of having her while she had to wipe up her own piss somehow appealing to him. Getting up, he went for a rag and tossed it next to the shoe. Then, lifting the foot of the shoe slightly with his gloved hand, he let it dribble further to the ground until a puddle grew around it. "You can empty this out in the bathroom first," he told her.

Letting go of the shoe, he pulled off the remaining glove tossed it aside.

[mjeevas]

The rag wasn't sufficient enough to clean the mess and he knew it. He still let her try, taking in the sight of her on her knees and the way humiliation seemed to burn along with the disfiguring scars all over her skin. The smell of piss was strong and he got on his knees behind her while she sopped at the puddle, moving closer slowly while he worked his belt and pants open. It was boring to keep his focus on a single thing for too long when lust seemed to cling to the walls and the sight of her sex taunted him with its availability. He thought for a moment of fucking her ass instead but he discarded the idea.

Later, maybe, he'd fuck her ass too. Gripping his dick tightly in a fist, he jerked himself while he watched her. Nothing about this audition was right. He was too selfish to do this another way when it was too boring to care about her for who she was rather than what she could offer. And anything she could offer was dwarfed under the idea of what her body could offer.

Pressing the head of his dick against her, he eased it into her without bothering to warn her with anything more than his hand hard on her hip, holding her in place in case she decided to bolt. "Move back and fuck yourself on my dick," he told her, not moving further into her.

[mjeevas]

Even before he'd pressed the head of his dick between her legs he'd known she'd stay. In a way he'd also done it because of that. The desperate look she'd given him when she met his eyes earlier made her intentions too easy to read and whether she'd realized he wasn't the sort of man she should want to marry or not, he still pressed in to take advantage of it. She looked too fucking tempting on her hands and knees while trying to do what he said for him to help it. The scars on her body were easy to ignore but mostly because every mar on her skin was something that marred him from inside.

It showed with the way he kept still and forced her to move back on his dick to take it completely inside of her, watching while she cried. The smell of piss was still strong but he could ignore it once he was inside her and his fingers tightened on her waist, slipping around her. Everything about the room crushed him with the ferocity of accusation but he swallowed it down in the same way her cunt swallowed down his prick as he fucked her.

It didn't surprise him that she was a virgin. He hadn't expected anything, though it didn't make him gentle with her. He still moved hard, his hand dragging over her stomach to her chest, gripping one breast while holding her to his chest but it wasn't meant to be an intimate gesture. He didn't attempt to soothe away the sting of humiliation, caressing her as if he wanted to read everything about her on her skin instead. He wanted to know her inside and out and it made him incapable of letting go even though his touch might as well have been a shackle.

[mjeevas]

The more she clenched around him, the more it drew him to her. He stopped motion when she drew him to the edge, suppressing the need to come with the desire to make this last. She looked too scared for this to be anything but obscene, but perhaps that's why he kept going. It was so filthy to have her in the midst of the cameras and so close to the puddle of piss as if it were anything more than strangers. Except no, he didn't pretend to be more than that. Each thrust into her was fucking a stranger. The way she gave in to him made him want to make her scream out or try to run but she didn't and it was hard breaths and him moving in her deeper deeper, fingers tracing her scars as he thought again of fucking her ass but he stroked her hip and down her spine instead.

She was girlish and soft and the tension in her body seemed to scream violation. The smell of piss started to distract him and he pulled her back with him as if she were a doll for him to play with rather than a human being. He didn't know why she tolerated this but then, he didn't really understand why any of them did. "How did you think you would lose your virginity?"

Pulling out of her, he rubbed at her asshole with his fingertips, teasing her with the insinuation but not pressing yet. There was lubricant somewhere but he wanted her reaction first.