The Audition Of A Lifetime: Brad Pitt
I am directing a new film that my star Brad Pitt seems to be thrilled about. Inviting me to lunch was a bold move. Sitting down across from him, he smirks at me, offering him a hand to shake firmly, then lets go and begins his pitch, or so he is thinking.
The popular restaurant is vacant, leaving us all the time in the world. As the waiter returns to our side, ready to take orders, we order our food, which he diligently begins to write down, then exits the room as Brad taps his pen and I formulate this moment as the correct time.
The pen begins to glow, switching from one set of multicolors to another, catching his eyes in a sea of fascinating beauty filtering in to him. Like a laser, the cap slips up to the tip, spinning about, finally facing him head-on, the laser blasting forward and straight into his eyes.
The laser hits the iris as he is unaware of the situation unfolding before him, his mind flipping off instinctively, going blank as if it is his natural shape, and he is happy to fall under my power with that stupid grin of his spreading wide on his face, and he is lost for the night.
The cap swivels till it drifts up from the pen tip, floating in to the air; it swivels round and round, dancing in the midst of it, keeping him lost deep in a trance, and he could no longer be a distraction from himself, all of his thoughts milking out of his body, dripping down the side of his face.
Brad is unaware when I rise to my feet in a fiery emotion thrilling me in all levels of ways; slipping behind him, I place both of my hands on his shoulders, slowly beginning to rub them closely, bending a bit to the side, and my lips kiss his ear, followed by blowing into it.
The waiters behind the scenes are watching on CCTV, awaiting the triggers I embedded in them. Seeing this, they walk back into the room with a giant full-length mirror in hand, place it on the floor, and exit once more. A simple command on my part pushes him to rise up.
Pointing at the mirror, his eyes follow my finger till he is staring back at his own gold. Like a reflection calling him closer, a voice is summoning in his ears. The voice is an echo chamber of sounds instructing him to walk to the mirror, and he does as expected with a gracious smile.
My hands swat his ass hard as he merely jumps up in the air in one hard continuation, groping his ass without his awareness. It is glorious, actually, and my plan is set in full motion because he has no will, desire, or needs of his own. Snapping both of my fingers, the next command is triggered.
“The place is ours, Brad! So it’s time now,“ whispering in his ears.
“How may I please you?” Brad questions me a bit.
“Rip off those clothes and show me that pretty body of yours.” My voice is getting stronger.
“As you wish.” Mindlessly, his hands are on automatic ascent.
“We will have so much fun together.” I go on informing him.
“Clothes are removed,” he robotically informs me.
“Turn around and let me see everything,“ I forcefully command.
“Kneel for me,” I add, moving closer happily, unzipping my zipper, and taking out my cock.
“Pick up my cock, lick the tip, kiss it, and then suck it.” I say, cupping his chin and then holding his neck in place.
“What happened, big boi?“ I chastise him.
“You are Brad Pitt, right?” I say to a mindless Toy.
“Fool! Speak,“ yelling as I slap him.
“Sorry, sir,” he says.
“How badly do you want this part?” I ask.
“More than life itself,“ I reply.
“I am going to sit down, and you will worship me.” He smirks, crawling to me.
“Master, may I touch you?” Brad, please, I say as I shake my head, and he shivers with feverish love and excitement.
“I love your body, Master Lawrence. I love you, and I am all yours.” He says in awe.
The end