HELEN FLANAGAN THE AUDITION (PART 2)

"Nice car, I've got an Audi, is this a 007 I was told mine is....like a James Bond car....or something like that, all the gadgets and stuff....can I smoke? I know it's bad for me but.....you got a light? 'oh I've only got my pretend one....I'll use that...are we nearly there?...I think I need the loo," Helen said sitting in the back seat. "Sorry am I talking to much... I always do when I'm exited."
"Not far now, just around this bend here,"
The car came to a halt outside an old pub, two of the front four windows were boarded up a for sale or let sign leaning against the front door.
"Here we are,"
"What the fuck is this place?" Helen asked closing the back door of the car, "don't look like a film set to me,"
"No, no it's not, its real that's what we're going for the real urban look, the yanks... They love all that," Jack said putting an arm round her shoulder, "come on i'll show ya,"
Jack fumbled in his pocket for the keys, pulled them out opening the pub door,
"Look at that....fantastic ah, proper old British pub...look, pool table, jukebox in the corner, old fag machine on the wall, you never know there might be a packet or two left in there, let's have a look," Bob said walking over to the machine, "I'll just get a screwdriver, there's one behind the bar,"
"Blimey this floors a bit sticky," Helen said pulling a face towards Jack.
"Bingo! There's four packets left in here, only pub round here you can smoke in now," Bob said lighting three cigarettes up...."there ya go," handing them out.
"So what happens now, is there a crew or anything," asked Helen wiping the dust from a bar stool,
"No like we said let's keep it real like an amateur production....we'll start of with some stills for the magazines, some teasers.... Bobs got his camera... Okay let's start, carry on smoking I know the yanks love that, shows your a real person,"
"Right where do you want me first," Helen asked standing.
"Just there I think to start, ye at the bar....ye smoke your fag and slowly move around......ye that's it.....that's it...fuck me that's it," Bob said his cock growing in his pants, "fuck me," under his breath.
Helen pushed her arse in and out turning left then right, looking over her shoulder seductively, licking her middle finger bending over touching her tiny pink painted toes as the two perverts looked on,
"Am I doing well? Is this what you wanted?" She asked taking a drag on her cigarette looking into bob's camera.
"'oh yes sweetheart....perfect...perfect...what if we?" No maybe not, Jack said waving his hand
"What? What were you gonna say? Helen stopped moving
" it's nothing really.....just that...maybe take the T-shirt off...I don't know...if you want to,"
"Okay I don't mind if its for the show", she replied pulling her white Giraunchy T-shirt up over her blonde hair throwing it on the bar,
" fucking hell," Bob said still clicking his camera not bothering with the view finder, just starring at her fantastic tits, the black and red spotted bra was see through her pink nipples standing up erect struggling to stay in the bra.
"Just perfect," Jack said pointing to the pool table,
"Let's take a few over here," he said leading Helen towards it.
"Just click the light on here," he said reaching over the bar,
"What about a drink? Got some wine here or vodka, hang on a nice bottle of southern comfort, ye I think that's your drink,"
"I love that, how did you know?," Helen asked sitting on the pool table.
"Lucky guess," Jack lied blowing the dust from the glass out of sight, and pouring a large measure,
"I think the pool tables a great prop to use....you know the Americans love there pool....the leather shorts look great but I've just took a look at bob's pics and were getting a bit of glare from um...they're very shiny...is there anyway we can lose them, just for a couple of shot's not permanent....just a few....what you think?"
"I don't know, maybe just one or two......'oh I'm not sure....okay then I've only got a thong on, is that alright? It doesn't match my bra is that okay? 'oh but it matches my shoes look! Pink!" Helen pulled the thin material up at the front of her shorts with her thumb.
"I really need the loo....I'd forgotten... Now I need to go, where is it?" She asked standing slightly cross legged,
"Let's just get a couple of snaps as you take off your shorts real quick...it'll save you taking um off in the toilet...good idea? Jack asked,
" that is a good idea, but let's be quick ye...I'm dying to go," Helen unzipped herself and slowly pulled down her black leather shorts, bending forward as Bob clicked away, her amazing full arse now on display the tiny piece of material swallowed up by her bronzed arse crack, just a hint of pink disappearing into it,
Helen turned to face them her shorts now round her ankles, just a tiny pink triangle of material covering her little mound, her cunt slit just visible through the g-string, the two men could see she was completely bold underneath.
Bob could feel the spunk dribbling down his inside leg, he'd never seen a body as good as that before, well, that didn't have a staple through it,
"Can I go to the loo now?...which way is it?" Helen asked picking up her shorts throwing them on the pool table jigging up and down
"I'll just go check where it is.....I think it's just down this way," Jack said walking past the bar Helen close behind.
"No...it's round here next to the jukebox....fuck sorry I'm not sure...let's go behind the bar they must have one upstairs" Jack pulled up the gate,
Bob, still taking pictures suddenly stopped!
Helen was now standing in a pool of water her pink g-string now dark purple as she let her go!
"I'm so sorry......I couldn't wait any longer....I'm sorry," she looked at Bob and Jack who were now standing together next to the bar open mouthed. "'oh my God" Jack mumbling biting his lip.
"Sorry I just couldn't wait I'm so dirty....sorry...I'm so sorry," Helen put her hands over her mouth
"Keep taking them pics you dick," Jack whispered,
"Come on, no problem....sweetheart, its fine, we all have accidents from time to time it's my fault for forgetting where the Loo's where....let's get them panties off before you catch a cold....shall I pull them down for you? Get you a clean towel, get you nice and dry...ye"
"Thanks...but he won't take anymore photos will he?," looking at Bob,
"Course not...." Jack replied picking up an old beer towel from behind the bar, Helens inside legs were soaking with her piss, her horny pink shoes were dripping the golden pee trickling in between her painted toes. Jack bent down and eased the thin string down over her hips then over her pussy, her cunt snow white compared to her bronzed legs and arms, his face an inch from her beautiful shaven pussy lips, the smell! The air was thick with her piss, his cock was bursting in his trousers as he pulled her g-string down her thighs to the top of her sexy platform pink hooker shoes.
"Jesus Christ," Bob said clicking again, Jack dabbed her legs with the towel as she looked down at him.
"I'm really sorry....have I lost the job? Can we carry on?," Helen asked
"Ye let's carry on sweetheart" Jack grabbed Helen's g-string from the pool of urine and placed it on the bar.
"I'm not sure we should carry on without my panties....I've never done...them sort of pictures," she said covering her damp pussy with her hands.
"Okay, ye....good point we don't want you to do anything your not comfortable with....tell you what Bob will keep clicking away and filming.... He's got a video camera in his bag and after we stop you have total control over all the photos and film....ye...what ever you want to bin there binned, deleted completely.... Ye, what you recon,"
"Is it one of them high detonation camera's,? I wanna look good on film...if you promise I can see it all......okay then," Helen replied.
"Ye babe it's a High detonation camera...so it might get warm in here," Bob said reaching into his bag.
"Right shall we start by the bar away from the pool....,of....well away from that."
Helen walked to the end of the bar in just her black see through bra as Bob filmed her beautiful young sun tanned body looking incredible,
"Fucking bollocks.....look at that arse....she's fucking perfect," jack said feeling the bulge in his trousers,
"I can't take anymore," Bob replied as Helen turned at the end of the bar and walked back her shaven cunt now on show the piss still visible on her lips.
"Should I bend over a little," she said, doing it as she spoke, her cunt and arse hole now on show
"Jesus even her shit holes shaved," jack said unzipping his trousers, pulling out his wet cock, his hand soaked with spunk.
"Shall I sit on the bar? You could take some.........'oh my God what you doing?....why's your cock out.....why?....why's your cock out?"
Helen sreached! Her hands covering her mouth.
"My God! What's going on....you've got a hard on you....you dirty bastard...why!" She shouted
"Look.... calm down...its all for the show....it's the Yank's they want it authentic... Proper like, it is a sex show the title sort of gives it away,"
Bob said rubbing his cock through his trousers
"There's a wet patch there look," Helen pointed at bob's trousers is that piss or.......you aswell... Dirty bastards both of you,"
Jack continued to rub himself "whatever happens, he thought I'm spunking while looking at that,"
Helen grabbed her piss covered g-string from the bar
"Where's my shirt.....my T-shirt... You dirty fuckers...where is it? I bet there's not even a programming is there?.....bastards, you just wanted to film me...dirty bastards, fuck me and film me, ahhhh..." She shouted slipping on her pool of piss.
"Come on don't be like that....look I'll phone, er.....Chuck, ye Chuck, he produced the American version, ye? He'll tell you we're above bored...on the level, ye....he's the one that picked you, he sent us to talk you into it, he seen your picture, loves your work, think about it, big cheque, clothes allowance, first class travel and best of all a mouth in the Bahamas,"
Helen took a cigarette from the pack on the pool table lighting it she said "okay I'll talk to him,"
"I'll just go get a mop for that pee...someone's gonna hurt themselves," Bob said winking at jack.
"It's ringing, now be nice remember he's the main man sweetheart..... Chuck, how ya doing you old bastard.....ye, ye I'm with her now ye, bit of a problem she didn't realise it was as rude as.......ye I'll put her on...ye speaker phone one sec..
" Helen baby how are you, are they treating you okay, what ya need babe?" Chuck bawled down the phone in a hard new York twang.
"'oh....Hi Mr Chuck.... It's just that I've never done this sort of....well stuff like this before and I did something embarrassing to,"
"Ahh, don't worry about it know one gets to see this but me, its just an audition, we might show a few clips but only the soft stuff....between you and me, I've seen most of your work and your perfect for it doll, and don't worry about pissing your self.....ye...some of are audience like stuff like that" he replied
'oh...okay if it's only you then that's alright as long as I can see it first then I guess it's okay I......how did you know I wet myself?" she said quizzically.
"Sorry,"
"When I said I had an accident... I never said I pissed myself!"
"Er....well....I'm...er, a little bit psychic like that...you know tarot card reading's and all that, I've got what do they call it Jack?"
"'oh...it's a.....gift, ye that's what it is, a gift," Jack replied searching for the words,
"That's amazing my gran was like that, she was always reading tea leaves then she became allergic to them so she did it with hot chocolate, you wanna start playing the lottery," Helen said speaking excitedly into the phone.
"Ye...I'll, give it a go darling, now are we good to go....because I'm pushed for time here?" Chuck said.
"Yes I'm good now I've spoken to you bye Mr Chuck," Helen said smiling
"Ye, bye babe, speak soon Jack,"
The phone went dead, Jack bent down and placed it back in his trousers pocket his cock still out much limper now than before, he started wanking it again, Helen watched for a minute or two
"Would you like me to help you out," Helen asked looking down at his long cock moving back and forth in his hand his fat cum filled balls moving in time with his hand,
"I want those ruby lips sucking on the end of this while Bob films it, Chuck will fucking love it" Jack replied pulling his trousers from his ankles,
"Everything alright with Chuck", asked Bob returning with the mop bucket.
"Ye, fine, now get that fucking camera out", Jack said walking towards Helen kissing her red sultry lips still wanking as he put an arm around her waist his hand moving round to her beautiful arse. His finger moving towards her arse hole flicking over it down into her pussy pulling her forward,
"dirty fucking slut," he whispered in her ear licking it, biting her neck,
"You fucking love it don't you....all them filthy men wanking over you in them lad's mag's.... Just giving them a flash, nothing much just enough to keep um going....dirty whore, what are you?", Jack demanded
"Dirty whore," Helen replied, gasping as Jacks finger went deeper, slowly he pulled out holding it in front of her face
"Taste yourself slut"
Helen licked his finger staring into his eyes,
"Your a filthy cumdump....what are you?"
"A filthy cumdump," she replied, pouting now, still licking his finger,
"I think you should be punished for being a slut, a cumdump whore and for teasing men in those shit lad's mag's....what do you think whore?"
Helen nodded.
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