Sara could scarcely believe what she was reading, even refreshing the page as if to confirm the news blurb was real. Pierre Dubois, her favorite french director was coming to her college town to film his newest film. The college junior had a passion for movies and adored everything he had ever done, even having learned a bit of french to watch the films without subtitles. Not only was Dubois coming to her town, but there was to be a casting call looking for actors that was open to the public. Sara was nearly beside herself in eagerness, hardly believing there was a chance to be even considered to work with Dubois. He was known for shooting with little known or even first time actors, believing it added to a certain authenticity. He was also known for his films being a bit more racy than mainstream films, always pushing boundaries and exploring new ideas.

Always wanting to study film, she had been pressured by her parents to pick a major that would lead towards a more lucrative career, settling on civil engineering. Still she had chosen a few film classes to fill out some electives, those always being her most favorite to attend. Sara had even flirted a few times with trying out for a few student films when they offered chances to be in them, but had always ultimately decided against them. She had a good head on her shoulders but her classwork took most of her Free time. What time was left was soaked up by a part time job at a coffee shop on campus to earn a little money, leaving her little time for anything like a commitment to a club or even having much of a social life.

But this was far too big an opportunity to pass up Sara would tell herself, this chance overwhelming her arguments against it. Filling out the short application online with a wide grin, Sara would add the date to her calendar, circling in bright red and surrounding it with exclamation points. The following days before the casting was spent in nervous anticipation, she would hardly focus in class as she daydreamed of what background role she might get, of how she might possibly even at the very least be in the same room with the acclaimed director.

When the day came she arrived at the earliest possible hour to the warehouse like building that was being used for the casting call. After signing in she chose to sit near the back of the rows of chairs, nervously flipping through the pages of papers she was given explaining how the process was going to be done.

Unlike any normal auditions she would not be trying out for any particular role, instead during the interview the director would either create a role for her or not. Dubois started his filming process with just a vague idea, building up the whole plot in a more natural way as he brought in actors and filmed. For this film the central idea spelled out in the instruction papers was of an awakening for a shy couple. They would slowly be exposed to more and more around them, culminating in watching another couple have Sex at a party before finally doing it themselves doing it themselves.

Sara thought the story was a beautiful and romantic one, and just exactly the type the director excelled at. She had to suppress a giggle at having a chance to perhaps have a small role in it. She would run through what sort of background character she might be in her head as the seats started to fill and names eventually started to be called up for their interview in a small room at the front of the main seating area.

As names were called up Sara would glance up to see who was also auditioning. She would spot a few faces she knew, some classmates from various classes and even a teacher or two. She wanted to find someone to join but the whole room seemed still and quiet and to get up and talk to someone and break that stillness seemed wrong for some reason and continued to sit by herself. But most of the faces were strangers, and Sara judged that a fair bit of the town also jumped at the chance to be in the film and felt her chances to be on film slim down to a near impossibility. She contented herself at being at least to even see Dubois in person, grinning in her seat still.

When her name was finally called her excitement would turn to nervousness, her legs almost shaking as she stood up. She would slowly make her way up front to where an assistant awaited her, opening the door and gesturing her in. Taking a deep breath and steadying her resolve Sara would step in. It was a small mostly unfurnished room with just a small table topped with papers and a few chairs dotted around.

She would nearly gasp when she saw the director but still herself, holding her hands together as she awaited instruction. With Dubois would be another assistant, a short woman in a vest.

“Please stand in the center of the room.” She would ask with a fair french accent, gesturing towards a mark taped on the floor as Dubois stood quiet with his hand on his chin, softly looking over her. Doing as she was asked, Sara would turn towards them, her eyes moving between the pair.

“She has a pretty face.” Dubois would say to the assistant as he started to circle Sara.

At the comment Sara would feel herself blushing slightly, suddenly aware of how casually she was dressed in grey yoga pants and a loose sweater. She would curse herself for not dressing up for the casting and not doing something more interesting with her makeup. “Do you need me to read any lines?” She would inquire in a meek voice as he continued to circle her.

“No no no, I am not thinking about a speaking role for you.” he would say with a shake of his head.

Suppressing a frown Sara would rebuke herself in her head again, for of course she would only at best get a small background role without any lines. The real roles would go to someone with some experience, maybe someone from the film club or in the theater department, not a simple enthusiast like her.

“No, this role will not need a voice to speak to the audience, the body will say so much more.” He would say to the puzzlement of Sara. “Can you take off the… that sweater.” He would ask, searching for a moment for the right english word.

Nodding, Sara would reach down to lift off the sweater, revealing the thin white shirt she wore underneath. She would also reveal her firm butt now that the long sweater didn’t hang over it, and also her narrow waist. Her chest would press out against the tight undershirt, the bra covering her 34DD breasts poking out at the edges of the shirt. Sara had always been proud of keeping fit, knowing she cut a good figure the rare times she decided to show it off. She didn’t get didn’t get annoyed at the attention of guys when they saw how pretty she was, but she still hid it more often than not as Sara was dedicated to focusing on her classes and getting her degree and didn’t want a boyfriend or dealing with dating to slow that down.

As Sara placed her sweater down on a nearby chair she would feel his eyes move all over her 5’5″ frame and she would feel the heat in her cheeks rise a bit more. Her heart would beat a little faster at having someone really look her over, exciting her in a way she didn’t expect at all as she stood nervously awaiting his appraisal. His assistant would also not be shy in looking her over, and standing opposite Sara the college junior would glance from time to time at her, trying to search her expression for any sign of approval or judgement at all. But the face stayed passive, betraying nothing of what she thought of Sara at all.

As he surveyed her body Dubois would nod and give a few comments to his assistant in french that was too fast for Sara to follow. “Yes, she will do.” he would say in english, turning his eyes up to Sara’s and stopping his slow circling.

“But I need an actor who is dedicated to my vision.” He would say to her in a way that made the statement a question.

“Yes,” She would stammer out, “I watched all your films dozens of times, you’re a genius, I’d do whatever I could for your film.” She would say quickly, looking up to him hopefully.

“Then you will be my star, the woman who shows the couple what passion truly is. If you accept to do what the role requires.” He would say with a nod. Sara’s mind would race as she tried to sort out what he said, her eyes widening when she figured it out. He wanted her to be the woman in the couple at the end, the one that has Sex at the party. Fear, surprise, joy and an unexpected thrill would all mix together as she realized the importance and daring nature of what she was being offered. A quick deliberation ran through her mind. She couldn’t say no, not to this sort of chance. However risque the themes of Dubois’ films were they were always still tastefully done she told the part of her that shook at the idea of being part of a Sex scene.

“Yes, whatever the role requires.” She would say with a new resolve. The director would flash her a smile at her acceptance and nod to the assistant, who would quickly grab a few mores and hand them to Sara. “Sign these, and make sure you are available on these dates.” The assistant would guide her. In all she would really only have to carve out a few days of her schedule, as her part only came in towards the end of filming which would relieve her, not wanting to have to miss much of her classes.

“Do not forget this,” The director would say, flashing her a grin and handing her back her sweater.

“Of course,” Sara would say, grabbing it and giggling softly. Putting it back on she would wait to see if the interview was over.

“Make sure to be on time, I look forward to working with you.” He would tell her before nodding towards the door. Thanking them profusely Sara would take her leave, feeling like she was walking on air as she left the interview room.

She was going to be one of the leading roles in Pierre Dubois’ latest film, she could not even believe the thought but looking down at a copy of the papers she signed it was spelled out plainly. Stepping outside she would clutch the papers to her chest and squeal in delight, spinning around for a moment. She, Sara Thompson, a 21 year old college junior was going to star in acclaimed director’s, her favorite director, newest film. It was just too sweet to even say out loud. As she headed home she had to stop herself from skipping so giddy she felt, as if nothing could darken her day if it tried.

This jubilant spirit would carry her through the long days between then and when filming would start. Though her scene wouldn’t be till the last bit she hung around during the first few days as much as her class schedule and workload allowed, watching how they built the scenes and ran through the actual filming to prepare herself for when it was her on the other side of the cameras. The director worked in a near hectic pace, changing his mind again and again and caring not for any that could not keep up with him. Those that stopped to argue or even sometimes ask for clarification were at best waved off, though Dubois could as easily decide to scrap that person’s role altogether rather than wait for them to get onboard with his instructions. It was clear that it was a do or die environment and action and obedience were qualities in high regard where caution or questioning were grounds for removal.

These lessons Sara took in quickly, steeling herself to take in instruction without hesitation, ready to do anything for the director’s creative vision. And that wouldn’t be too hard Sara would tell herself, since any idea a creative genius such as Dubois would have would be right, and she certainly wasn’t someone with any experience to challenge anything he might say.

Other than that Sara noticed a curious focus on making things as realistic as possible. It puzzled her as there weren’t a lot of effects that were not already real till she had a short talk with one of the crew. She found out that Dubois’ most recent film had been panned by a few critics for lacking in realism and the film hadn’t been released at all because of it. Apparently they didn’t believe the connection between the actors and thought the director had used too many sneaky camera angles to hide parts of scenes some of the actors hadn’t wanted to actually do. Though curious about what sort of scenes they had to employ that sort of technique, the explanation satisfied Sara’s curiosity about the heavy emphasis placed on authenticity and realism.

It was a fun time for Sara overall being able to watch the filming process, something she had wished she was able to do for a long time and was only able to partially satisfy with interviews and behind the scenes clips. The whole process seemed magical, a whirring machine that somehow at the end created wonderful pieces of art. And she made a few friends with some of the crew and some of the other actors during breaks and quieter times. She was intrigued by the crew’s stories and explanations, granting her heaps of more knowledge about what was happening around her than any googling had previously given her. It surprised her that almost all of the other actors had just about as much experience as her, though you would hardly know it in how well the director was able to guide them into giving great performances with just a few well placed words.

Her background anxiety about being able to fulfill her role adequately slowly ebbed away as she watched a raw amateur go from stuttering his line to a solid read in just a few takes. She was certain if she just listened to what Dubois told her to do she would do fine, and it was more in his hands than hers, as long as she followed his word.

Waking up the day of her scene, Sara was nearly beside herself in excitement, waking up hours early than she normally did to prepare as much as she could. She wore a wide smile as she walked to where the scene was being filmed that day, a house a fraternity had loaned to the film that they normally used for hosting house parties. The set was quite busy even though she had arrived early, and she would have to move through a sea of people to get to makeup to start to get prepared.

Settling in at the chair Sara thought how nice it was to have someone dedicated to doing her makeup and hair and getting everything ready for her appearance on camera. She was pleasantly surprised when it turned out it would be a whole team of people and she would be almost overwhelmed as they focused on her. Everything from her nails to her eyebrows to her lipstick was attended to, nearly all at once. Constant requests to raise her hand or shut her eyes or lean one way or another kept her occupied for well over an hour as she was prenned over and at points pruned.

When the last makeup artist finally finished and stepped back Sara took a deep breath before looking into the mirror. She was amazed at what she found in the reflection, gasping softly. Never in her life before had she looked so stunning, all done up without the make-up being too heavy or looking gaudy. Her wavy soft brown hair floated down to her shoulders in a way she had never been able to accomplish. Every one of her good features highlighted while everything else was covered up, she would have never dreamed she could look so good. She would have sat staring at herself and examining her reflection at every angle she could but shortly after a voice drew her away.

“Time to get dressed.” A voice would say from behind, causing her to turn. One of the cast would nod towards where the outfits were with a smile. “The director picked your dress out himself.” she would tell Sara with a wink.

Smiling to herself Sara would stand up from the chair, his mind all a flutter at what sort of dress had been chosen for her, knowing that it just had to be as perfect as everything else was turning out to be. Moving towards the racks of clothes she would be given a garment bag and a shoebox. “You can change in there, just make sure to wear only what’s in the bag.” She would be instructed after what had been turned into a changing room was pointed out to her. Once inside she would open up the bag eagerly, finding a small red dress, black lace panties, and a making black lace choker.

Her eyes would narrow at the exclusion of a bra, especially when felt how thin the dress was. She would turn to head out the door and ask about it when the instructions she was given came back into her mind. She remembered how well complaints had been handled thus far and became uneasy about making anything of a fuss. Shifting her weight between her feet as she deliberate, she would take a few moments before deciding to try it on first at least.

Taking off her shirt and bra she would catch a glance of her in a mirror, smiling at the view. She was proud of how pert her large breasts were, staying up even without the support of the bra. She would run her hands over them once before turning away. Kicking off her shoes and pulling off her socks, her jeans and panties followed shortly after, folding all her clothes in a small pile in a corner.

Standing up bare and naked she would stop to admire herself in the mirror once again. Her hands would idly run over her sides as they traced her hourglass shape. Her doubt of why the director had picked her for this role was eased some as she enjoyed her beauty, highlighted well by the work the artists had done. She would turn back to the clothes she had unpacked from the garment bag, slipping on the tiny panties before holding out the dress. It was a short strappy piece, and small enough that Sara was sure it would hug her every curve. The neckline gave her pause for a moment, as it was deep enough that a generous amount of cleavage would be sure to show at the very least.

Taking in a deep breath she would put the dress on, having to shift and struggle a little as it pulled tightly to her. Sara would sigh out as she found the dress ending not far down her thigh and she would make a mental note to be careful about any bending down or sitting she would do that evening as to not flash anyone. Turning to the mirror she would find her suspicions about the neckline to be true as it plunged far down her chest, the inner sides of her breasts fully on display. That fact would nearly distract her from her next worry about the clothing she was given. Already her nipples would be fairly evident under the fabric, poking out slightly but enough to be seen if someone was looking. Biting her lip she would let out a groan before sighing out and giving in. If the director had picked this out himself than it had to be right she convinced herself.

Opening the shoe box Sara would find a strappy pair of sandals, quite cute in her eyes. She would smile at this, happy she found at least one piece of her outfit pleasing. Turning back once she had put them on she would get the last piece of her outfit, fitting the choker around her neck. Facing the mirror she’d appraise herself once more.

Sara would let out a soft gasp as she saw her reflection. Though she had admired her nude body just minutes before the figure in front of her now seemed to scream Sex even more than her bare form. Turning this way and that her surprise would not stop as she examined each angle. A sudden fear and going out of the room and being seen like that filled her before another stronger reaction pushed it down. No, deep down she wanted to go out like this, having denied showing off her body so long now here it was presented in a way she never could have done by herself, and damned if she wasn’t going to use this chance. The sudden shift still surprised her though, and it would take several moments before the feeling had been made concrete in her mind. Taking a deep breath and building up her resolve, Sara would turn towards the door, taking small steps at first that grew to a confident stride as she exited out.

The area was even busier than when she had arrived, people pushing past each other all with important tasks that could not be delayed. But slowly, almost one by one, heads would turn towards her and feet would still as they took her in. Standing still at the entrance to the make up area Sara would glance about the faces turned to her, nervousness wanting to make her legs shake but a warmth building up in her cheeks, and more surprisingly to her, in between her legs.