The door bore only the unctuous title: T.P AUDITIONS: MODELS SIGN UP stencilled on it. The couple paused to glance at each other, both swelling with anticipation before they knocked on the door and a voice inside told them to come in.

A handsome black man wearing a white turtleneck sweater and jeans sat on the other side of a table. His name was Byron, and today he was stuck with the unambitious job of procuring fresh, pretty models for upcoming Tongue Patrol projects. His table was laden with snapshots and contact info on hundreds of exotic models desiring to come on board, all from different backgrounds and places. The woman entering his office with her boyfriend was one of such models whom he’d invited over for an interview.

“Hi there,” Byron shook hands with both of them then turned his attention at the woman. “You must be Cathy, right? A pleasure to meet you.”

She smiled gaily. “Yes, that’s me. This here is Andrew,” she introduced her boyfriend to Byron and then they took their seats. Byron got right down to business.

“So Andrew, I take it that Cathy has already briefed you into her reason for being here, right?”

Andrew nodded. “Yes, she has. I also thought I’d come along, just so she’d how much I totally support what she wants to go into.”

Cathy did an unobtrusive three-sixty eye-roll as if wanting to say: support me? Yeah right. Byron caught the look and knew what it meant but gave no hint of noticing. He had been witness to such before. From past experiences, plenty of wannabe models despise coming for interviews with their men in tow — the air was usually tense and often the women grew uncomfortable instead of being relaxed. And the men, too, are insecure morons in Byron’s opinion. The sort who’d trail their woman all the way to the beauty salon and even to the ladies room if they could. Byron couldn’t help feeling pathetically sorry for them. Like this clown here with his gorgeous babe.

Cathy was without a doubt a hottie — low-cropped red hair, full lips, slender frame and what looked like standing pair of tits behind her blouse; her top was revealing enough to show that she wasn’t wearing any bra. Her man looked like a typical average Joe: funny looking t-shirt and rugged jeans; everything about him looked like a snapshot out of a Sears & Roebuck catalogue.

“I was just looking through her photos of her,” Byron said. “She’s obviously the type of model we’re looking for. Very lovely shots they are.”

“Yeah,” Andrew gloated. “I took them myself.”

“Is that so? You ought to go into photography. The snapshots are very okay. However I hope both of you are aware that it’s for an adult material? Good.” He then turned to Cathy. “Perhaps you wouldn’t mind taking off your clothes and just show me a sample of your hot body.”

“Sure, why not.” Cathy got up and began to undress. She took her sweet time, turning around to present Byron with her backside. She discarded her blouse and her tits were erect and ready for touching. Byron couldn’t help licking his lips as he appraised the intricate tattoo down her backside that added colour to her pale skin. She unbuckled her belt and down went her jeans. Byron complimented her ass which was well curved and fleshy; just the right type of ass that would feel good getting slammed by a black dick, he mused. She played with her tits, made her nipples stand erect, and did a pirouette, totally enjoying herself.

Byron told her she had herself figure. Cathy said thanks and wore back her clothes then returned to her chair.

“Mind telling me what sort of feature she would be in?” Andrew enquired.

“It’s an interracial flick,” Byron answered. “There’s going to be plenty of hard-core sex scenes thrown in the mix.” He took out a DVD case from inside a drawer and gave it to them to see. The title of the case said: Tongue Patrol White Chicks #5. “We’ll be filming the sixth edition two weeks from now, and so we’d like to — ”

“Hell no,” Andrew snapped and dropped the case on the desk and shot to his feet; he was no longer smiling. “I’m sorry but I’m not into any interracial stuff, and I know Cathy wouldn’t be interested either. I’m sorry.”

Cathy glared at her boyfriend with shock and anger. “Andy, what — ”

“Trust me Cathy, it’s for your own good.” He turned to Byron, looking apologetic. “Look man . . . I don’t have anything against blacks — I really don’t — I’m just not into anything interracial, that’s all. That’s just the way it is. No offence.”

An awkward moment passed for a couple of seconds with neither person saying anything. Byron was taken aback by his statement, but it was a good thing his demeanour remained unfazed.

“Well, I’m sorry you both feel that way,” he returned the DVD case back into the drawer. “But that’s quite unfortunate. Thanks for dropping by.”

The couple said their goodbyes and Andrew led Cathy out of the office. Byron muttered under his breath “fucking asshole,” then erased them from his mind. Seconds later there was a knock on his door. The door opened before he could respond and Cathy rushed in.

“Look, I’m really sorry for what my boyfriend just did; he can be an asshole sometimes,” she was speaking very fast. “I told him that I wanted to use the rest room so he doesn’t know I’m here.” She picked up a pen and quickly wrote down her address and phone number for him. “Call me tomorrow, preferably early afternoon.”

“Alright, cool. I’ll give you a shout-out later.”

“Okay. Bye.” She flashed him her earlier smile then left his office.

Now that’s one smart white gal, Byron smiled, pocketing the paper with her address on it.

The house was easy to find.

It was a little past one in the afternoon. Byron had called an hour ago to inform her he was on the way; she said she would be expecting him. His hand was about reaching for the doorbell when the door opened and there she stood, wearing a tank top and shorty shorts with her sexy legs jutting from it, smiling at him. Everything about her was tempting eye-candy.

“Hi,” she said. “I was so glad you called to say you were coming.”

“Well, you told me to drop by and that’s what I did,” Byron said as she invited him inside.

The door had barely shut behind him when she jumped into his arms and wasted no time smothering him with kisses. Byron was apparently startled but only for a second or two before responding to her kisses. His hands caressed her back and slid downward to grope her butt as they went on sucking each other’s lips and exchanging fluids. Byron had to recline against the wall just to support her; she was practically sucking the air off his lungs.

“So,” Byron gasped after freeing his lips from her. “Where’s Andrew?”

“Fuck Andrew; he won’t be home till six. Right now I want to get fucked.”

“For real? That’s what you really want?”

“Oh hell yeah. I want a whole black cock in me, and I don’t care if he comes and catches us.”

She took his hand and pulled him into the living room. She pushed him down on a sofa and knelt before him and unzipped his pants. His cock shot out from within and she grasped it with both hands and spat down on his prick and spread it down his shaft while stroking him to full erection. She drew closer and licked the mushroom head of his cock, relishing the taste.

“This is what your man’s scared of,” Byron said.

Cathy kissed the tip of his prick, tasting tiny drops of pre-cum, before opening her mouth to take him in. Byron’s cock was quite big and he pushed her head downward to consume more, making her gag as she engorged herself upon his girth. Such a gleeful sight it was, watching her red head bob up and down on him, her mouth lathering saliva up and down his tool. Byron took his shaft in his hand and waved it a few inches before her face. Cathy’s mouth followed it like a magnet, trying to recapture it. Byron teased her some more, making her beg for it, before letting her have it back in her mouth.

“Yeah, you’re a real slut, aren’t you? You better choke down on that cock, you hear me? You better choke on it or you’re never going to be in that movie. You want to be in my movie?”

She looked up with hungry eyes and moaned, “Yes, I want to be in your movie. More than anything.”

“I’ll bet you can’t wait to get that cock of mine into your pussy, can you?”

“No, I can’t.”

Byron ordered her to get up and take her clothes off. Cathy did as instructed, then assisted Byron with getting rid of his pants while he got rid of his shirt. He pulled her towards him and made her mount his cock, pushing it all the way into her pussy. Cathy screamed out from the impact. She held him tight for a moment as her body gradually came to grips with his penetration. Byron was so randy and anxious he didn’t give her time to savour the impact as he then gripped her round fleshy ass cheeks and compelled her to rock against him hard. Cathy felt the tip of his prick pushing past her cervix. The feeling was exhilarating and terrific, she couldn’t stem down her moans.

“Fuck me . . . Oh fuck me!” she panted excitedly. “Uhhhh yeah . . . Go ahead, fuck me with your black cock!”

Byron smacked her ass and went on fucking her hard and real good. Her ass slammed down upon his dick like she couldn’t get enough pounding. Just when they’d settled upon a steady rhythm, he sat forward and dug both hands under her thighs and lifted her up from couch. He hoisted her upright and went on fucking her, his thighs made staccato sounds as they slapped against her butt while she gasped aloud and held onto him tight, not daring to let go.

“Which way is the bedroom?” Byron asked after slowing to a stop, sweat dripping down his forehead.

Cathy pointed the way and with Byron hoisted her once more before carting her towards where she had pointed.

In the bedroom, Byron dumped her on the bed and allowed her to clean his cock while he tried calming his breath.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he muttered and swept her hair from her face to see how well she was blowing him. “Fuck yeah, suck my dick like the slut you are. Oohhhh girl . . . Ohh, you’re such a nasty fucking slut . . . such a cute, nasty slut that you are. Don’t you worry, I’m gonna give you all the black dicks your cute ass can handle. The brothers are gonna just love you.”

Cathy loved the dirty names he called her and it compelled her suck him harder. She loved fucking and especially getting fucked hard and good. It’s too bad Andrew could never fully comprehend her desires nor keep up with her sexually. He always found it crude whenever she demanded that he treated her like a dirty whore. It was why she was so content with getting her kicks with other men besides him. Henceforth if he wanted to stick with her, he was going to have to deal with letting her enjoy getting fucked by black men. No way was she going to keep hiding things from him, not after today.

Byron took back his cock and indicated at her to get down on all fours. He positioned her towards the bed’s edge and she teased him by wiggling her butt towards him while she glanced over her shoulder at him.

“Go ahead and shove that black cock in me,” she declared.

Byron pounded her from behind the way she wanted. He grabbed her by her waist and went on firing and pumping his cock in and out of her orifice. Cathy bit down on the bed sheet while she cried and moaned through her teeth. She too thrust her butt back at him, both of them groaning with lust. He loved the sight of his cum-coated member sliding in and out of her cute bunny white ass. It was so exciting and before he knew it, he too was gasping for breath almost the same as she was.

The fucking seemed to never want to end, but eventually they climaxed with him spraying her pale round butt with his semen as if marking his territory before then collapsing on top of her, both of them gasping heavily.

“My God,” Cathy murmured. “I’ve never had it so good before.”

“There’s more of that where it came from,” Byron rolled off her, laughing while he did. “By the time I’m through with you, you’re gonna become a star.”

“Hmmm,” Cathy kissed him and smiled, resting her head on his sweaty chest. “Sounds so very interesting. Where do I sign?”