*** THIS TITLE IS ALSO AVAILABLE IN THE COMPLETE FILTHY DIRTY NORMAL SEASON 0.5 COLLECTION, WHICH CONTAINS ALL 36 EPISODES IN ONE 185,000-WORD VOLUME: HTTP://KRGRAY.COM/FDN05 Amanda thought she was going in for a fashion modeling audition, but the handsome agent has a surprise for her: the only jobs he can get her are in porn. Should she walk out? Or should she take a chance at big money… doing something she never thought she'd ever do—but that also, it turns out, really, really excites her? And when the agent the agent tells her that in order to get the job, she'll need to show how well she can "act" right there on the casting couch, things start to get uncomfortable, awkward, and also somehow very, very hot… (Approximately 6200 words) This story is an episode of K.R. Gray's groundbreaking erotic series "Filthy Dirty Normal" — a group of explicit shorts that, taken together, tell the stories of the adventurous residents of Normal, Indiana. Each episode in the series stands entirely on its own and does not require knowledge of the others, but the stories interlace to form a kind of hot and horny tapestry of guilty pleasures—the kind of tapestry you take down from the wall when uptight relatives come to visit. *** SAMPLE *** “Lay down,” he said. The request—and, of course, what it implied came next—was hideous and over the line and repugnant and presumptuous, but she didn’t think for a second about refusing. She made her pile of clothes into a pillow and leaned back. She didn’t even flinch when, after stripping off the rest of his clothes, he held the root of his cock and pointed it at her opening without having donned a condom. This was how the business worked, which was also why he was doing it all with a camera in his hand. This is wrong, she thought. You came here for a fashion audition, and you’re about to get fucked by a stranger. verything inside of her screamed to stop now, while she’d only sullied her mouth. The only problem was that only one part of her seemed to matter right now… and that part was throbbing, warm and wet, begging for him to go on. She didn’t know where to look. Some part of her mind didn’t want to watch him enter her, and another part told her that meeting his eyes was too intimate. So she looked into the camera. If she was going to do this, she might as well impress the people who mattered. She felt him slide inside of her. The sensation was wrong, and amazing—and all the more amazing, she realized with shock, because it was so very wrong.