"Heeeey, great!" he exclaimed, admiring her. "Let's go!"
There were six of them at the restaurant. Renata was there, being a real snit whenever she glanced at Cathy. Her hard but beautiful face, with brunette hair falling as low as her tits, was pouting most of the time. She wore a slightly longer leather dress than before, but it was slit to her upper thigh and showed the lacy beginnings of her garter strap.
Then there was Alisha, an actress, or so she was introduced to Cathy. She was a strange, giggly blonde with a pretty, innocent face, darkbrown eyes and straight hair. She played up to all the men, trying to keep their attention from the more beautiful Cathy. Often she leaned forward, letting her open-necked dress fall forward, revealing her small, thrusting tits. And she let her hemline slide dangerously up her thighs whenever she could.
The two men were business friends of Conrad's. There was Eric, medium height, fair hair, slim and tough-looking. And there was Nolan, who was obviously a body-builder, since he bulged dangerously out of his suit. He seemed pleasant enough, chatting more easily than any of the others.
It all passed in a blur for Cathy. She let them talk while she took it in. She was in New York and about to make it to the big time. She could hardly contain her excitement.
"Back to my place?" Conrad asked as they sipped cognac.
"Sure," Eric replied.
"Oh yeahhh!" Alisha giggled.
There was a strange tension in the taxi. Cathy dismissed it, rather upset that she hadn't got to see more of the city. With visions of nightclubs in her head she got out at Conrad's place and followed them.
"So how do we get Cathy's career started?" Conrad asked as they were all getting drinks.
Cathy blushed again and looked at the great view from the window that overlooked over Manhattan.
"Got to teach her how to audition," Renata said and there was a strange tone in her voice.
"Oh yes," Eric agreed, "got to teach her that!"
He sat back in a large stuffed chair and grinned.
Conrad pushed, some buttons. The curtains closed and the lights dimmed. Part of a wall slid open, and there was darkness behind it. Cathy felt fear run through her, but she had no idea why.
"Would you like Alisha to show you how too audition?" Conrad asked, coming over and taking his niece by the waist.
"Er… sure," Cathy said uncertainly.
"Well, sit down here. She'll show you with Eric."
Her uncle sat beside her on the massive couch, his arms around her shoulders. Cathy felt even more uncomfortable. Renata was perched on the other side of her and Nolan lounged in a chair between the sofa and the door.
The lights dimmed further.
Eric pushed a desk out onto a raised about a foot above the rest of the floor. He in a soft chair behind it, studying some papers, Cathy swallowed nervously as she saw Alisha come out of the shadows and knock on a table, posing as if waiting for a door to open.
"Come in," Eric said.
Alisha swayed into the stage area, and Cathy knew at once that she was in the middle of some depravity. But her uncle's grip got firmer around her shoulders and there was nothing she could do but sit there.
"Hi," Alisha said breathlessly. "I'm an actress!"
"Tell me something new," Eric replied coldly, keeping his eyes on his papers. "You got something special, tell me. Otherwise the door is behind you."
Alisha dropped her purse on his desk and leaned down over it. "Some men think I'm special."
She pushed her tits together, close to his face. She held there, her loose dress falling well away from her body, so Eric could see whatever he wanted.
"That's all?" he said at last.
"Oh noooo!" Alisha purred.
She stood up and swayed her way around the desk. She slid her hands down the front of her dress and eased it up, inch by inch. Her red stockings outlined every curve of her tight calves and thighs as the dress hem slid higher, to the tops of her stockings.
"I pay cash for every part I get from you," she said in a low, sensual voice. "Graduated scale, what shall we say? Blowjob for a commercial, two blowjobs for a speaking part? And if I get a speaking stage role, or soap, then it's anyway you want it for as long as I run in it. Sound good? Have a good look, I'm worth it."
Eric was leaning back in his chair, staring at the young blonde.
Alisha worked her dress hem up the last few inches until the very bottom of her panties could be seen. They were also red, but pulled so tight that they looked semi-transparent and showed the curly blonde hair of her pussy mound beneath.
"Deal?" Alisha spread her legs, thrusting her pussy at Eric's face.
Very slowly he raised his hand, slid it along the curves of Alisha's calf, then on up over her stockinged knee to her thigh, closer until he reached the clip of her garter strap.
"Look, Uncle, I-I think I made a terrible mistake!" Cathy gasped, "I think I…"
"Sit still and watch!" he snapped. "You could learn something."
His voice sounded so harsh that Cathy fell back, blushing and trembling. She wasn't going to learn anything from this, but she would have to wait. She knew she would be on the next bus home.
Eric's fingers moved on slowly upward, easing over Alisha's creamy thighs. "You know, you've got something. But, shit, I get offers like this every day, why should I take you?"
"Because I fuck better than all of them," Alisha said, her voice trembling with excitement. "And I can deep-throat you, for as long as you want. Ever had a three-hour blow-job?"
Eric smiled. "Okay, maybe we got a deal. For one month, we'll see."
"Great!" Alisha replied. "Now how about your signing-on fee? How would you like that?"
She took his hand and held it to her pussy, rubbing it over her hot cunt. Already the crotch of her panties was wet and the insides of her thighs trembled.
"Well, first you gotta prove that you can deep-throat. Then… who knows?"
"Would you like to lay on your desk?" Alisha said softly. "That way I can kneel over you and you can play with my pussy if you want. Or do anything you want, I love it all."
She slid her hand to the back of her dress and pulled the zipper down, holding the dress over her tits as she did.
Eric slipped his jacket off. He climbed onto the desk and lay on his back. Cathy could see the massive bulge of his cock in his pants.
"Uncle," she pleaded, "I-I'm tired, I think I'll turn in. How about…"
"Sit still, I won't, tell you again!"
Cathy wanted to break into tears. She sat there, trembling as she observed the horrible, depraved scene being played out.
Alisha very slowly dropped her dress to the carpet, standing revealed in nothing but her bra, panties and her red stockings with their matching red heels. She leaned over Eric, easing the clasp of her bra off, holding the cups over her tits as she grinned at him.
"Take it off for me," she cooed.
Eric reached up and slid his hands over Alisha's bra, playing with her tits as he moved it slowly away.
Alisha reached for his pants. She unzipped them and slid her hand inside, taking his cock and pulling it out until it sprang loose, sticking up like a long hard pole.
Cathy as horrified. She gasped and put her hand over her eyes. Eric's cock was at least nine inches long – thick, hard cockmeat! It was terrible, her mother had been right, Uncle Conrad lived in the most disgusting way, holding orgies in his condo. She had to find a way to escape. Alisha moved her luscious thighs around Eric's head, spreading them until her panties were stretched tight and the damp patch from her pussy juices was against his face. Then she bent slowly, holding his cock all the time until her soft lips came in contact with the hard, swollen cockhead. With a purr of lust, she licked it, then slid her soft lips over the throbbing flesh, sucking at it gently.
"Aaahhhh!" Eric sighed, sliding his hands over Alisha's ass. "Ooohh, that's great, honey! I can see a commercial for you, just around the corner."