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More or less follows on from Audition, Studio Sex, and First Shoot although the intention is that it shouldn't be necessary to read those before this one (I don't know how successfully I carried that off). We switch from Myles' perspective to Colleen's and go through parts of the same stories again, so I've tried to avoid duplicating the dialogue where the stories overlap, but the narrative may read a little "summary" as a result - please let me know what you think.

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The studio was busy as usual but Colleen didn't recognise anyone she knew well enough to stop and talk to, so she went straight to John's office when she got there. His assistant, Ruby, greeted her with her usual efficient (lack of) warmth as she came in, and waved towards the back office door. Colleen had been through this before so she was familiar enough with the routine, and although she found it a little clinical she had to admit it fitted in with the rest of the industry -- straightforward, to the point, get the job done, keep the frills and stress to a minimum. Besides, she had control of her own warmth factor and hardly ever needed anything external to influence her mood -- a quality she had discovered was quite rare in humans and almost unheard of in women. She never understood how people could let bad weather depress them, or get nauseous over blood and guts - she was fascinated by everything, and only influenced by anything she looked at, *if* she decided to let it affect her. It was a gift, she knew, and she valued it.

Inside the second office -- really more a waiting room - she quickly stripped and made herself comfortable on a couch, her neatly folded clothes piled next to her. Although she knew she would soon be getting jiggy with a sexy stranger, she had no need to touch herself. Being naked around other people was quite enough for her. Picking up a tablet computer from a corner table, she swiped its screen awake and started the word processor, then opened a new document on John's server. She looked at the clock, saw she should still have plenty of time before the appointment, so she picked up a magazine and flipped it open. Cosmo, what else, she thought with an internal smile, and flipped to the page advertised on the front cover for this month's sex article, "How to achieve multiple orgasm", ha ha I wonder if I can get any tips here she thought sarcastically, but skimmed it anyway. Nope - nope - nope, nothing new and they left out a whole lot of stuff besides. Oh well, might as well take the "How good a shag are you" quiz... no, wait! - the big-screen TV came alive at that moment and she was looking at the latest hopeful, sitting opposite John's desk in the office alongside. She tossed the magazine aside and started paying attention.

Hmm, not bad, she thought -- maybe not Ashton Kutcher, but definitely not bad. She was suspicious of the really pretty boys, anyway, had worked with a couple of them and found them arrogant and self-centred, selfish lovers who thought it was all about them. Most had learned a hard lesson or two at her hands, and most often it turned them whiney and peevish, which was hardly an improvement.

No, this boy was well-built without being one of those workout gorillas, handsome without being this year's answer to Brad Pitt, and had a nice, if nervous, smile. She especially liked his non-aggressive body language that spoke volumes about his self-image -- confident, without being pushy or conceited. He knows he's attractive without it being the beginning and end of his personality, she thought. A little stirring started in her belly and that made her eyebrows go up - interesting, that doesn't happen, she thought. Might have to watch myself here.

This next part was always amusing - John had just asked the new boy to take his clothes off, he always did that within the first two minutes and it always took them by surprise. He was standing by the agent's desk, nervously fumbling with his belt buckle and with that slightly hunted look in his eyes, now looking for somewhere to put his shirt, now fumbling with his shoelaces. All the time she studied his face, saw the internal conflict and watched critically to see how he dealt with it. And was very happy to see he handled it remarkably well. She had sat here watching probably 20 other guys go through the exact same process with varying degrees of success (oh my word, some of them couldn't keep their shit together at all) and so far this one seemed to be coping. Definitely the best of those she had seen, anyway, and by a good margin.

Then the pants came down and she gave a little gasp. Not because of his size, she was used to seeing all the big guys this industry could throw at her, but because he had undoubtedly the best-looking package she had ever seen, and in fact it wasn't *that* big anyway. Just enough... Beautifully proportioned, unblemished skin, relatively tight scrotum, slightly darker skin tone without being too much darker than the rest of him... well groomed and no ugly circumcision scars or ridiculous lockwood co izle right-angle bends or ugly bumps, this was the first cock she had seen that she actually *liked* the look of while she was not aroused. That's one thing 99% of the world's males don't understand, she thought, not for the first time. Guys love looking at pussy, so they assume girls like looking at dick, and nothing could be further from the truth. Not until we are good and ready, boys, she wanted to tell them all, but of course no-one was listening. And if she was honest she would have to admit that, actually, he *was* quite nicely hung, too, but again not so large as to make her not look forward to what was going to happen later. Sometimes those cucumbers just had her inwardly groaning at the discomfort they brought.

Meanwhile John had finished scoping the candidate out. This part of the audition process for total newcomers was more about familiarising them with nudity in front of other guys, than about actually checking out their equipment which he of course had them send photos of in advance. The new guy was moving across to the bed in John's mini studio. Colleen reached for her TV remote and flipped channels to pick up the camera over the bed. It was a wonder no-one ever picked up the presence of those cameras, she marvelled, but it was understandable with the overwhelming amount of new stuff that was going on. Still, it made her feel a little guilty at the pleasure she got from watching them variously make fools or heroes of themselves - of course they knew and consented to being videoed at all times, but she seriously doubted that any of them realised they might be watched in real time in the audition which was after all designed to set them at ease and make them feel like no-one was really watching. Apart, that is, from the pot-bellied middle-aged agent in the room with them.

New Guy settled back on the bed and seemed to be relaxing a bit, even to pulling a pillow across and folding it to prop his head up so he could look down at himself. Colleen knew that the TV screens around the bed would be lighting up now, and probably showing some scene in which she had starred. John liked to do that to the noobies, just another test of their ability to take shock to the system when they later saw her walk off the screen, as it were, and into the bedroom. She could almost to the second tell when she (or some naked female, anyway) appeared on screen because that was when the cock she was looking at started to twitch and grow. Within seconds he was hard, with hardly any touching, the shape again pleasing her: a strong, throbbing member that stood away from his belly, a solid-looking purple glans that was noticeably but not hugely thicker than the shaft, and the shaft itself a decent girth, only slightly tapered, no left-right deviation, and a gentle backwards curve, with one or two wiggly veins but otherwise unmarked. His pubic patch was trimmed to a couple days' growth and the balls and everything else shaved clean. That's nice, she thought, please let him have a bit of a brain...

At this point she normally zoned out a little, because after all once you have seen one or two guys jack themselves off on a bed you have pretty much seen them all. And she had had her fill of that as a kid, peeking at her big brother through the gap between door and frame when he thought he was all alone in the house. That had swiftly lost its appeal, so she had been a little startled to discover when she had started working these gigs for John that she had the ability to get horny watching men masturbate.

Of course that had only lasted one or two sessions and she was back to being able to get completely detached about the events taking place next door. Colleen typed some notes about the subject under various headings -- genital appearance