Update 24
I was naturally curious to know the amount of money they would offer though the fact remained a beggar like me had no choices!
Me: Err.. Chacha-ji... kitna? I mean how much do they pay to their... err... heroine?
Chacha-ji: Pandhra-bees hajar to hogahi!
Me: Kya! O My God!
I was naturally not expecting such hefty amount! I was extremely happy and relieved.
Chacha-ji: Lekin kaam bhi to karna padhega do mahine lagatar! Aur acting mei to kya kya karna padhta hai... It’s not that easy Beti!
Me: Jo bhi ho Chacha-ji... if I get bees hajjar – that will be just incredible!
We talked for some more time about how to go about this and my landlord suggested me to clean my face three times a day, use some cleansers and moisturizers not only to my face but also to my hands and feet and also to try different hair styles so that I looked decent and presentable when I go to meet the filmy person.
Chacha-ji: You know... Beti... presentation is all to these cinema line people. Pehle darshan dhari phir gunn bichari! So you must take care of your face and body from today itself!
Me: Ji Chacha-ji... absolutely! You just guide me Chacha-ji... as you have done... I mean... in case of Ram... then I will be more confident.
Chacha-ji: Don’t worry Beti... I will be there by you.
In a couple of days we were all set to meet Mr. Raman and during these two days I had checked myself innumerable times in the mirror to ascertain my beauty. I tried my best to look better with my limited cosmetic resources that I had. In fact I even asked Ram about my hair styles if I was looking better and different! I noted that Ram had also noticed this sudden change in me that I was spending more time on the dressing table and I was trying to remain tip-top looking fairer, using eyeliners and different types of bindis, using face packs, and also gave time in neatly tying my long hair. Though Ram did not ask me anything directly, but I could find his eyes curiously watching me and my figure.
I even tried to recapitulate the dramas that I had acted in my teenage days and remembered some of the dialogues that were there and even rehearsed them behind closed doors! Simultaneously, I tried to asses myself in the mirror from every aspect thinking myself as the heroine! I tried to gather data in my mind as much as I had seen pictures of heroines and actresses in magazines and on TV. I tried to compare myself with them from every aspect so that I had a wholistic view about myself before presenting myself to the audition. I even used a measuring tape to be absolutely sure what’s my proportions were as I wanted to be confident in every possible way. I was mature enough to gather this much that in the cinema world my physical assets would be evaluated along with my acting... as Chacha-ji very rightly remarked: “Pehle darshan dhari phir gunn bichari!” Hence I wanted to weigh me up in the mirror.
After Ram was away for college I decided in the afternoon for a trial session. I tried to prepare my mind to be bold and confident like the heroines! This was indeed tough, but I tried to succeed behind closed doors. I decided to spend a full 60 minutes to inspect me in the mirror and the first step for me was to be in minimum clothing for that one hour! I chose to be in my undies for that complete one hour – just my bra and panty and nothing else would remain on my body. That would in fact also enable me to estimate myself in an honest manner.
I locked the door and closed the windows of the room also so as to feel absolutely safe. I naturally did not want my neighbor to see me in that compromised state. I then stepped in front of the mirror and got out of my nighty and housecoat as confidently as possible. I was now just wearing a white bra and a dark blue panty. I walked round the room wearing just that so as to boost in confidence in me. As I looked into the mirror, my whole naked curvy body was as if glistening like gold (due to the over-use of moisturizers last several hours)! I giggled observing the shine of my skin which made my 30-year-old voluptuous figure look more provocative. Unknowingly my nipples started getting hard inside my brassiere and I blushed sensing them grow hard and erect!
As I checked myself in the mirror I noted that I surely possessed an above average height - 5 feet 5 inches for a woman can be termed tall with an oval spotless face – definitely not beautiful in the literal sense but presentable I guess; I was satisfied with my eyes which were big and almond shaped, but I was slightly hesitant with my lips as they were quite thickish for my face. I wished if they were slightly less thick, they would have matched better with my face. I had long black hair which fell till half of my ass with which I tried different hair styles. I had a polite personality, though on the introvert side, containing all the features of a typical buxom woman.
At the age of 30 and even with two childbirths, I was thankful to the Almighty that my figure was yet tight with evoking womanly assets of 34-26-36. I did note that my waist had developed a little fat on all the sides after the birth of Harpal, which in fact I thought made my belly more roundish and curvy in line with my fleshy figure on the whole. I had a clear and clean complexion, which was more or less fair, obviously not like the Fair & Lovely ad model girl, but could be termed wheatish. My arms were hairless and meaty which added to my overall appeal probably.
I now casually opened the back hook of my bra and peeled it off my body and looked at my mammaries. My fair chest was indeed gifted with two round tight milk tanks like two ripe coconuts which any male would like to touch and taste! The reason probably was that all males fantasize a woman with firm, rubber-tight boobs which are of course big-sized like headlights and I possessed that even after childbirths and breastfeeding! My breasts terminated in two brown nipples, which were swollen in appearance and succulent looking, backed by extremely prominent dark brown areolas making my both tits extremely attention-grabbing. Hence I have always noticed since my marriage that my big, gracious tits were constantly an item of interest for most males.
I possessed a deep navel, at least an inch deep, which made the middle part of my body look prettier. My husband always used to tell me during my early marriage days that my navel was a ‘beauty mark’ in my body. As I looked down my slippery body, my curvy waist stood firm on my bottom which contained two solid flesh-filled round globes that remained upturned from the level of my body. My panty was hardly able to cover my big round buttocks and exposed my fair butt flesh quite generously. I had hairless, very creamy and fleshy legs supporting my robust figure. Honestly I felt quite content looking at my physical appearance in the mirror and I grew in confidence that Chacha-ji’s friend from the film line surely would not be able to completely ignore me though I did not possess a pretty face and was a mother a two.
We landed at the hotel in the town at about noon where Mr. Raman was staying. Obviously I had to wait for Rampal to leave for college and also arranged to keep Harpal in neighbor’s place. Before that I had expressed my breast milk in a feeding bottle so that when needed he can feed on that. I had dressed myself in the best sari that I had with light makeup and a small bindi so that I looked decent and presentable. I had light green nail polish on my finger nails and toenails which matched with my sari color. I was wearing light green georgette and matching blouse and had wrapped my sari tightly on my body somewhat tightly so as to appear smart and attractive though that had made my big-sized breasts and round ass quite prominent through my clothing. As I walked down the road for a rickshaw with Chacha-ji I could realize some males ogling at me as I passed them. I even heard a dirty comment from a rowdy “kya pathakha maal uthaya hai nana ne!”
Mr. Raman was waiting for us in Room No 7 of the hotel. Myself and Chacha-ji entered the room with bated breath. In the room there was a sofa on which three persons were seated. An aged person, seemed the same age as Chacha-ji’s, who immediately got up with a smiling face and greeted us.
Mr. Raman: So, your name is Bina… I guess… Hello!
I nodded with a very nervous smile. The man at first look appeared decent and friendly.
Mr. Raman: I am Natarajan... Natarajan Raman… everybody calls me ‘Raman Sir’ here. He he he...
Me: Hello! Glad to meet you Sir.
Mr. Raman was a dark complexioned, tall and stout man in his fifties, appeared serious and strict. He then introduced us to the other two persons in the room.
Mr. Raman: This is my cameraman Nitin and this is Sharma, my designer cum assistant director… (we offered namaste to each other) …and I am the director. We form the core team of the upcoming VFY. Actually we do not have much time... so I will cut short the introduction and get onto business. I was naturally a bit nervous with three completely unknown males ‘eyeing’ me. I sat on the sofa and all the males including Chacha-ji sat circling me.
Mr. Raman: Bina... since you are completely new to this world as Mukund (that’s Chacha-ji’s first name) told me ... I will briefly detail our roles in this project so that you understand things in a better way before you present yourself for the audition. Okay?
It immediately seemed like an examination to me and Mr. Raman appeared to be the examiner! His voice was cold and stern and his appearance was indeed like a rude collegeteacher! I felt somewhat nervous already and had a dry throat. Just then the housekeeping staff of the hotel brought few cold drink bottles and distributed among us. I was much relieved to sip the cold drink and felt better.
Mr. Raman: As I told you just now... I am the director of this video and I will be behind the filming process and will communicate to all actors and actresses about their roles and scenes in this video... okay?
Me: O... Okay Sir.
Chacha-ji: So you are the boss and everybody has to obey you... He he he...
Though Chacha-ji said that in lighter spirits, the director did not take that in the same light!
Mr. Raman: Yes... and when I say obey... it means obey... I have a reputation of throwing people out of my project due to casualness and indiscipline. I am a strict boss to say the least and so people has to be on their toes while at work.
The director now turned towards Nitin.
Mr. Raman: Nitin will be behind the camera and capture every scene as I direct him to do. (now turning towards the other man) And Sharma is my costume designer who will arrange dresses for my actors and actresses and assists me with direction. Koi shaque?
Me: Nehi... err... its o... okay.
Nitin seemed to be a jolly character and had a smiling face. He was in his thirties, probably the same age as me. Sharma on the other hand was middle aged, 40+, and seemed to be a serious guy. I could sense that both these males were looking at me with keen interest. I unsurprisingly felt a little tight though realized that they were trying to assess me for the job.
Mr. Raman: Nitin, Sharma… aap chalu ho jao…you talk and check if she is fit for our job or not… and then will go for the audition... (turning towards Chacha-ji) Tu chal mere saath baju wale kamre mei… I need to talk to you.
Before moving out to the adjacent room, Chacha-ji looked at me indicating me to relax and be confident. I was somewhat relieved as the director went to the other room; he seemed like a stern personality. I could comprehend that if I could impress these two men... there was a chance for me to grab this job. I was little apprehensive about what they would ask me as I knew nothing about the film industry!
Sharma-ji: So Madam is this your first time that you have come to attend an audition or you have tried before?
Me: Ye… yes… first time Sir.
I was indeed tensed and my reply was not even audible! I quickly replied in a louder voice!
Me: Yes... this is my first audition.
Sharma-ji: Arre don’t call me ‘Sir’... here the only Sir is “Raman Sir”... the director! So please….
Me: O... okay… Shar… Sharma-ji.
Sharma-ji: Yes that’s better.
Nitin: Madam... Don’t get so tensed... be relaxed… it’s the first time you have come for audition... that’s why you are feeling like that.
Me (tried to smile): Yes, true....
Nitin instantly offered me another bottle of cold drink and I indeed breathed easy sipping the drink and my nervousness subsided a bit.
Sharma-ji: Actually Madam... for this project Raman Sir wanted a virgin …
I could not stop exclaiming, “What?”
Nitin: Err… what Sharma-ji mean is… err... Sir wanted a virgin actress… meaning one who has not acted before camera earlier....
Me: Oh! Okay… Achha achha! I have never acted in front of camera.
Sharma-ji: Yes, which is very good to know Madam… and in fact several girls are already rejected as they were not novice in the true sense... and we are still searching and then Sir said that his friend has a recommendation… and that’s why you are here.
I indeed felt better hearing that. As I conversed I started feeling easy.
Sharma-ji: By the way, I have to ask some basic details... if you can please reply to them.
Me: Yes, yes!
Sharma-ji: Madam... tell us something about yourself.
I tried my best not to fumble.
Me: Yes... my name is Bina... as I have already told you... and am from a small town and not from any big city... I am a housewife and have two kids, one in college and the other is a toddler. Though I am totally novice about acting… in my teenage days I had acted in some dramas in college.
Sharma-ji: That’s good to know and will surely help! Raman Sir will like that info.
Me (smiling): Thanks!
Sharma-ji: Err Madam... how old are you? And what’s your height and weight? We need to know this for our job.
Me: I am… I am 30... just completed 30... and am 5 feet 5 inches tall and my weight... err... though I have not taken recently... but approximately 60 kgs.
Sharma-ji: Very good... just what Raman Sir was looking for.
I smiled and was relieved that I did not botch up and more importantly was not nervous while speaking.
Nitin: Sharma-ji, Raman Sir may be back anytime... let’s check the basic things... to pass Madam for audition.
Sharma-ji: Yes! Yes Nitin! You are right! We should not waste much time... See Madam, your acting skills will be checked by Raman Sir... what we will do is just ensure whether your screen presence is acceptable or not...
I looked questionably at Sharma-ji.
Nitin: ...which in other words means... how you look when you walk Madam, how you look from the front... from the backside... like that... and you just need to give some basic expressions... like laughing, exclaiming, crying, etc.. That’s all.
Me: I see… okay Bhaiya.
I called Nitin “Bhaiya” because he was almost my age and seemed helpful.
Nitin: Once we feel you are apposite for the camera angles, we can send you to Raman Sir for the audition.
Nitin (smiling): Just a short trial Madam... nothing to get nervous!
Me (giggling): Thanks… I hope so...
I started feeling a bit tight for the first time now. I could realize my lips were getting dry and my heart had started to pound a bit. I tried my best to look normal. As a common female habit, I casually adjusted my sari pallu over my bosom.
Sharma-ji: Best of luck Madam!
I could hardly giggle as Sharma-ji forwarded his arm for a hand-shake. I felt his warm big fingers press on my tender palm and he also patted my shoulder as if to relate me not to get nervous.
Sharma-ji: Please stand there!
He indicated me to stand in the center of the room facing them; both men relaxed on the couch; I was definitely feeling uncomfortable as they were looking directly at me quite intently. My hands and feet were somewhat cold due to my uneasiness and in the process I almost dropped my pallu in front of them, but thankfully recovered it instantly, but in the process did give a hint of my blouse-covered milk tanks to them. Georgette being light and somewhat flimsy, now that I had adjusted my pallu without looking at the mirror made my fair midriff and upper treasures visible to some extent to both males.
I noted Mr. Sharma to lightly rub his crotch as he looked at me adjusting my sari pallu. The blouse I was wearing today was a fitting one and had a deep U-neck cut, which revealed an inch of my cleavage clearly above my blouse cover, which indeed I was careful enough to cover when I left home, but now without looking at the mirror and not looking down at my boobs when I adjusted my sari remained somewhat visible which might have prompted Sharma-ji to have a stir in his pants! I tried to carry my sari as graciously as possible as I walked to the center of the hotel room.
Me: Here?
Sharma-ji: Yes…perfect!
Nitin: Well Madam... first you give us a laughing gesture... to help you I will just crack a joke and you have to react to it by smiling first and then laughing... okay?
I just nodded and quickly prepared myself.
Nitin: Ek ladki apne papa ko bol rahi hai: Papa iss paheli ka jawab do: Masal masal ke khada kiya… aur thook laga ke ghusa diya!
Nitin paused, probably deliberately to see my reaction. I naturally frowned and did not enjoy it at all as I could jolly well realize what he was trying to indicate!
Nitin (continuing the joke): Papa- Kya? Ye kya battamizi hai? Girl- Papa, gussa kiyu hote ho... ye to asaan pehli tha - sui me dhaga!
I also got fooled by the joke and automatically exclaimed “Ohh...” and laughed out naturally.
It was not entirely possible from the faces of the males to ascertain whether they liked my smile and laugh; afterall they were professionals working in the movie line.
Sharma-ji: Madam... next... imagine that one of your relatives has just passed away and you just got that news… you first exclaim and then broke into tears.... I mean not literally but just act as if you are crying. Okay?
This was naturally not the easiest. My heart was already as if skipping a beat! I had to adjust quickly.
Nitin (giving me the clue to act): Bhabi... abhi abhi hospital se khabar aya.... ke... ke nana-ji aur nehi rahe!
Me: Neeeeehhhhhiiii!
I tried my best to emulate as I had seen on TV several times in the serial episodes and then also acted as if was crying. .
Sharma-ji: Madam... sorry to say... your expressions look very artificial… you must be more honest towards your expressions.... has to come out naturally from within!
Me: But…but Sharma-ji... I tried to give my natural expression only!
Sharma-ji: Yes Madam... that’s where acting comes! You might think that you are doing it naturally, with 100% effort, but your nervousness and stiffness unknowingly is taking over your expressions... which you are unaware of!
Nitin: Madam... Sharma-ji is right! You seemed rather stiff and artificial.
Naturally I was feeling extremely down to listen to the comments from Nitin and Sharma-ji. What to do? Should I take permission from the two males to repeat my acts? My heart was beating faster and my lips were getting drier.
I had no other option but to succeed to save Ram and Harpal!
I as if experienced a momentary blackout standing in the middle of the room. Nitin was kind enough to quickly forward me a chair.
Nitin: Madam, relax... you can do it! This is your first time... hence you appear so inflexible... just relax...
Me: Thanks (for the chair)... yes... may be...
Sharma-ji: Madam, take some deep breaths and just slow down... let us now check your screen presence.
Me: O... okay Sharma-ji.
As I stood in front of them I was unaware that I was giving a glimpse of my deep navel through my thin sari and my boobs felt tighter in my blouse and bra as I was breathing deeply out of sheer nervousness.
Sharma-ji: Good... to start with… just walk from this end to that end… across the room.
I nodded and got up from the chair and adjusted my sari and went to one end of the room. As already mentioned I had worn my sari tightly around my figure and surely I looked appealing as I started walking from one side of the room to the other passing the two males sideways during my walk. They continued to sit on the sofa and watch me intently and it must be quite enjoyable for the males to watch me from such close quarters. I was naturally breathing a shade heavy as I was being watched and my heavy boob flesh went up and down inside my clothing which indeed must have made me look more tempting in the eyes of the two males. I tried my best to amble normally in front of them and also flowed my sari-aanchal along my walk such that I looked gracious.
Sharma-ji: Wah! Very nice move Bina! Can you just repeat your walk?
I was glad that I got some appreciation and probably he liked my sari-aanchal move. I giggled and nodded and walked back.
Sharma-ji: Good. Now just walk away from us... to that direction....
Nitin: Madam... that will enable us to assess… err… I mean… how you will look in the camera from your backside.
Me: O... okay.
I realized that Sharma-ji and the cameraman wanted to see me from all angles before selecting me for the main audition. Though I was a bit embarrassed as they indirectly hinted me to see my back and haunches, I realized that was part of their job and there was nothing indecent about it.
Though I was still nervous, I tried my best to hold my nerves and give my best to whatever they instructed. I promptly turned back and walked away from Sharma-ji and Nitin. I was conscious that both males were looking at my big round sari-covered ass, which was protruding outside my sari, more so as I had wrapped the sari today tightly over my curvy body. Moreover, since my bottom was extremely fleshy, that must have been swaying sexily as I walked away from them.
“Anyway, they are professionals and I should not feel embarrassed about it, they are just executing their job”, I thought, and completed my walk and thankfully Sharma-ji looked impressed and so was Nitin.
Sharma-ji (turning to Nitin): She will look very good from the posterior angle… what do you say?
Nitin: Ji Sharma-ji... undoubtedly she has a prominent and round backside which can be canned from different angles.
Sharma-ji: Yes and if she looks so prominent in a sari... she definitely would look more promising in other costumes.
Nitin: Surely Sharma-ji... you are absolutely right!
I naturally felt better hearing some praises at last though it was pretty much evident that both males were indirectly indicating that I possessed a plump bottom under my sari! Though I felt a little embarrassed, but did not feel shy. I was slowly getting used to the environment. Luckily for me, Chacha-ji was not present in the room at that time, otherwise he too must have been eyeing my swaying gaand as I walked for Nitin and Sharma-ji. .
Sharma-ji: Bina! Now come back to us.... let us check your front and side profile.
Me: Ji Sharma-ji!
I came back to their sofa and stood in front of them. As they were sitting and I was standing right in front of them, their eye level was approximately at my waist level and as they looked up slightly their eyesight was getting stuck on my protruding boobs under the cover of my georgette sari. My milk-filled luscious mammaries indeed looked like two headlights under the tight cover of my dress and I was unknowingly exposing my deep navel also to them! Both males gaped at my upper treasures from close quarters for some moments; I blushed a little, naturally.
Nitin: Sharma-ji... I think Madam’s front face profile is slightly blunt, but she will look better from the sides...
Sharma-ji: You are the cameraman… so you know this better Nitin than me… He he he…
Nitin: Ji… Madam, please turn your face sideways... (as I turned my face)... ya right! Right!
I did not know what Nitin observed and he certified heavily about my side face profile. But I wondered if they were looking at my face all the time as I caught them both staring at my heavy upright bosom under my sari!
Nitin: Good Madam… you have passed the facial profile and screen presence tests. Congratulations!
Sharma-ji: Congrats Madam! You are through for the audition!
I thanked them back with smiles and indeed was feeling much relieved. I had crossed the first hurdle, I thought. Just then Mr. Raman returned to the room with Chacha-ji.
Mr. Raman: So Sharma.... Nitin? How did you find Bina?
Sharma-ji: Well Sir... she is okay regarding screen presence, but her basic expressions are lacking… that needs practice and rehearse!
Nitin: Her facial profile is good and acceptable. Her screen presence is also very good from all angles especially the sides and back.
Mr. Raman: Okay… okay…
Nitin: I feel Sir... she can work on that as this is the outset of her audition.
Mr. Raman: Hmm... that’s a good point you made Nitin! You must improve your basic expressions Bina if you are selected in the audition. Got my point?
Me: Yes Sir... yes Sir… I will learn quickly. Please have faith in me.
Mr. Raman: But then, that can only happen if you satisfy me in the audition.
The director was indeed a tough nut to crack. Though I showed a very positive intent but he reminded me of the core fact. His presence itself made me nervous! Chacha-ji was standing close and he just kept a hand on my shoulder to boost my self-belief and held my hand with his other free hand to extend support, which was indeed much needed.
Mr. Raman: Okay then, shall we go for the audition?
Nitin: Yes Sir.
Mr. Raman: Bina are you ready?
Me: Err.. Chacha-ji... kitna? I mean how much do they pay to their... err... heroine?
Chacha-ji: Pandhra-bees hajar to hogahi!
Me: Kya! O My God!
I was naturally not expecting such hefty amount! I was extremely happy and relieved.
Chacha-ji: Lekin kaam bhi to karna padhega do mahine lagatar! Aur acting mei to kya kya karna padhta hai... It’s not that easy Beti!
Me: Jo bhi ho Chacha-ji... if I get bees hajjar – that will be just incredible!
We talked for some more time about how to go about this and my landlord suggested me to clean my face three times a day, use some cleansers and moisturizers not only to my face but also to my hands and feet and also to try different hair styles so that I looked decent and presentable when I go to meet the filmy person.
Chacha-ji: You know... Beti... presentation is all to these cinema line people. Pehle darshan dhari phir gunn bichari! So you must take care of your face and body from today itself!
Me: Ji Chacha-ji... absolutely! You just guide me Chacha-ji... as you have done... I mean... in case of Ram... then I will be more confident.
Chacha-ji: Don’t worry Beti... I will be there by you.
In a couple of days we were all set to meet Mr. Raman and during these two days I had checked myself innumerable times in the mirror to ascertain my beauty. I tried my best to look better with my limited cosmetic resources that I had. In fact I even asked Ram about my hair styles if I was looking better and different! I noted that Ram had also noticed this sudden change in me that I was spending more time on the dressing table and I was trying to remain tip-top looking fairer, using eyeliners and different types of bindis, using face packs, and also gave time in neatly tying my long hair. Though Ram did not ask me anything directly, but I could find his eyes curiously watching me and my figure.
I even tried to recapitulate the dramas that I had acted in my teenage days and remembered some of the dialogues that were there and even rehearsed them behind closed doors! Simultaneously, I tried to asses myself in the mirror from every aspect thinking myself as the heroine! I tried to gather data in my mind as much as I had seen pictures of heroines and actresses in magazines and on TV. I tried to compare myself with them from every aspect so that I had a wholistic view about myself before presenting myself to the audition. I even used a measuring tape to be absolutely sure what’s my proportions were as I wanted to be confident in every possible way. I was mature enough to gather this much that in the cinema world my physical assets would be evaluated along with my acting... as Chacha-ji very rightly remarked: “Pehle darshan dhari phir gunn bichari!” Hence I wanted to weigh me up in the mirror.
After Ram was away for college I decided in the afternoon for a trial session. I tried to prepare my mind to be bold and confident like the heroines! This was indeed tough, but I tried to succeed behind closed doors. I decided to spend a full 60 minutes to inspect me in the mirror and the first step for me was to be in minimum clothing for that one hour! I chose to be in my undies for that complete one hour – just my bra and panty and nothing else would remain on my body. That would in fact also enable me to estimate myself in an honest manner.
I locked the door and closed the windows of the room also so as to feel absolutely safe. I naturally did not want my neighbor to see me in that compromised state. I then stepped in front of the mirror and got out of my nighty and housecoat as confidently as possible. I was now just wearing a white bra and a dark blue panty. I walked round the room wearing just that so as to boost in confidence in me. As I looked into the mirror, my whole naked curvy body was as if glistening like gold (due to the over-use of moisturizers last several hours)! I giggled observing the shine of my skin which made my 30-year-old voluptuous figure look more provocative. Unknowingly my nipples started getting hard inside my brassiere and I blushed sensing them grow hard and erect!
As I checked myself in the mirror I noted that I surely possessed an above average height - 5 feet 5 inches for a woman can be termed tall with an oval spotless face – definitely not beautiful in the literal sense but presentable I guess; I was satisfied with my eyes which were big and almond shaped, but I was slightly hesitant with my lips as they were quite thickish for my face. I wished if they were slightly less thick, they would have matched better with my face. I had long black hair which fell till half of my ass with which I tried different hair styles. I had a polite personality, though on the introvert side, containing all the features of a typical buxom woman.
At the age of 30 and even with two childbirths, I was thankful to the Almighty that my figure was yet tight with evoking womanly assets of 34-26-36. I did note that my waist had developed a little fat on all the sides after the birth of Harpal, which in fact I thought made my belly more roundish and curvy in line with my fleshy figure on the whole. I had a clear and clean complexion, which was more or less fair, obviously not like the Fair & Lovely ad model girl, but could be termed wheatish. My arms were hairless and meaty which added to my overall appeal probably.
I now casually opened the back hook of my bra and peeled it off my body and looked at my mammaries. My fair chest was indeed gifted with two round tight milk tanks like two ripe coconuts which any male would like to touch and taste! The reason probably was that all males fantasize a woman with firm, rubber-tight boobs which are of course big-sized like headlights and I possessed that even after childbirths and breastfeeding! My breasts terminated in two brown nipples, which were swollen in appearance and succulent looking, backed by extremely prominent dark brown areolas making my both tits extremely attention-grabbing. Hence I have always noticed since my marriage that my big, gracious tits were constantly an item of interest for most males.
I possessed a deep navel, at least an inch deep, which made the middle part of my body look prettier. My husband always used to tell me during my early marriage days that my navel was a ‘beauty mark’ in my body. As I looked down my slippery body, my curvy waist stood firm on my bottom which contained two solid flesh-filled round globes that remained upturned from the level of my body. My panty was hardly able to cover my big round buttocks and exposed my fair butt flesh quite generously. I had hairless, very creamy and fleshy legs supporting my robust figure. Honestly I felt quite content looking at my physical appearance in the mirror and I grew in confidence that Chacha-ji’s friend from the film line surely would not be able to completely ignore me though I did not possess a pretty face and was a mother a two.
We landed at the hotel in the town at about noon where Mr. Raman was staying. Obviously I had to wait for Rampal to leave for college and also arranged to keep Harpal in neighbor’s place. Before that I had expressed my breast milk in a feeding bottle so that when needed he can feed on that. I had dressed myself in the best sari that I had with light makeup and a small bindi so that I looked decent and presentable. I had light green nail polish on my finger nails and toenails which matched with my sari color. I was wearing light green georgette and matching blouse and had wrapped my sari tightly on my body somewhat tightly so as to appear smart and attractive though that had made my big-sized breasts and round ass quite prominent through my clothing. As I walked down the road for a rickshaw with Chacha-ji I could realize some males ogling at me as I passed them. I even heard a dirty comment from a rowdy “kya pathakha maal uthaya hai nana ne!”
Mr. Raman was waiting for us in Room No 7 of the hotel. Myself and Chacha-ji entered the room with bated breath. In the room there was a sofa on which three persons were seated. An aged person, seemed the same age as Chacha-ji’s, who immediately got up with a smiling face and greeted us.
Mr. Raman: So, your name is Bina… I guess… Hello!
I nodded with a very nervous smile. The man at first look appeared decent and friendly.
Mr. Raman: I am Natarajan... Natarajan Raman… everybody calls me ‘Raman Sir’ here. He he he...
Me: Hello! Glad to meet you Sir.
Mr. Raman was a dark complexioned, tall and stout man in his fifties, appeared serious and strict. He then introduced us to the other two persons in the room.
Mr. Raman: This is my cameraman Nitin and this is Sharma, my designer cum assistant director… (we offered namaste to each other) …and I am the director. We form the core team of the upcoming VFY. Actually we do not have much time... so I will cut short the introduction and get onto business. I was naturally a bit nervous with three completely unknown males ‘eyeing’ me. I sat on the sofa and all the males including Chacha-ji sat circling me.
Mr. Raman: Bina... since you are completely new to this world as Mukund (that’s Chacha-ji’s first name) told me ... I will briefly detail our roles in this project so that you understand things in a better way before you present yourself for the audition. Okay?
It immediately seemed like an examination to me and Mr. Raman appeared to be the examiner! His voice was cold and stern and his appearance was indeed like a rude collegeteacher! I felt somewhat nervous already and had a dry throat. Just then the housekeeping staff of the hotel brought few cold drink bottles and distributed among us. I was much relieved to sip the cold drink and felt better.
Mr. Raman: As I told you just now... I am the director of this video and I will be behind the filming process and will communicate to all actors and actresses about their roles and scenes in this video... okay?
Me: O... Okay Sir.
Chacha-ji: So you are the boss and everybody has to obey you... He he he...
Though Chacha-ji said that in lighter spirits, the director did not take that in the same light!
Mr. Raman: Yes... and when I say obey... it means obey... I have a reputation of throwing people out of my project due to casualness and indiscipline. I am a strict boss to say the least and so people has to be on their toes while at work.
The director now turned towards Nitin.
Mr. Raman: Nitin will be behind the camera and capture every scene as I direct him to do. (now turning towards the other man) And Sharma is my costume designer who will arrange dresses for my actors and actresses and assists me with direction. Koi shaque?
Me: Nehi... err... its o... okay.
Nitin seemed to be a jolly character and had a smiling face. He was in his thirties, probably the same age as me. Sharma on the other hand was middle aged, 40+, and seemed to be a serious guy. I could sense that both these males were looking at me with keen interest. I unsurprisingly felt a little tight though realized that they were trying to assess me for the job.
Mr. Raman: Nitin, Sharma… aap chalu ho jao…you talk and check if she is fit for our job or not… and then will go for the audition... (turning towards Chacha-ji) Tu chal mere saath baju wale kamre mei… I need to talk to you.
Before moving out to the adjacent room, Chacha-ji looked at me indicating me to relax and be confident. I was somewhat relieved as the director went to the other room; he seemed like a stern personality. I could comprehend that if I could impress these two men... there was a chance for me to grab this job. I was little apprehensive about what they would ask me as I knew nothing about the film industry!
Sharma-ji: So Madam is this your first time that you have come to attend an audition or you have tried before?
Me: Ye… yes… first time Sir.
I was indeed tensed and my reply was not even audible! I quickly replied in a louder voice!
Me: Yes... this is my first audition.
Sharma-ji: Arre don’t call me ‘Sir’... here the only Sir is “Raman Sir”... the director! So please….
Me: O... okay… Shar… Sharma-ji.
Sharma-ji: Yes that’s better.
Nitin: Madam... Don’t get so tensed... be relaxed… it’s the first time you have come for audition... that’s why you are feeling like that.
Me (tried to smile): Yes, true....
Nitin instantly offered me another bottle of cold drink and I indeed breathed easy sipping the drink and my nervousness subsided a bit.
Sharma-ji: Actually Madam... for this project Raman Sir wanted a virgin …
I could not stop exclaiming, “What?”
Nitin: Err… what Sharma-ji mean is… err... Sir wanted a virgin actress… meaning one who has not acted before camera earlier....
Me: Oh! Okay… Achha achha! I have never acted in front of camera.
Sharma-ji: Yes, which is very good to know Madam… and in fact several girls are already rejected as they were not novice in the true sense... and we are still searching and then Sir said that his friend has a recommendation… and that’s why you are here.
I indeed felt better hearing that. As I conversed I started feeling easy.
Sharma-ji: By the way, I have to ask some basic details... if you can please reply to them.
Me: Yes, yes!
Sharma-ji: Madam... tell us something about yourself.
I tried my best not to fumble.
Me: Yes... my name is Bina... as I have already told you... and am from a small town and not from any big city... I am a housewife and have two kids, one in college and the other is a toddler. Though I am totally novice about acting… in my teenage days I had acted in some dramas in college.
Sharma-ji: That’s good to know and will surely help! Raman Sir will like that info.
Me (smiling): Thanks!
Sharma-ji: Err Madam... how old are you? And what’s your height and weight? We need to know this for our job.
Me: I am… I am 30... just completed 30... and am 5 feet 5 inches tall and my weight... err... though I have not taken recently... but approximately 60 kgs.
Sharma-ji: Very good... just what Raman Sir was looking for.
I smiled and was relieved that I did not botch up and more importantly was not nervous while speaking.
Nitin: Sharma-ji, Raman Sir may be back anytime... let’s check the basic things... to pass Madam for audition.
Sharma-ji: Yes! Yes Nitin! You are right! We should not waste much time... See Madam, your acting skills will be checked by Raman Sir... what we will do is just ensure whether your screen presence is acceptable or not...
I looked questionably at Sharma-ji.
Nitin: ...which in other words means... how you look when you walk Madam, how you look from the front... from the backside... like that... and you just need to give some basic expressions... like laughing, exclaiming, crying, etc.. That’s all.
Me: I see… okay Bhaiya.
I called Nitin “Bhaiya” because he was almost my age and seemed helpful.
Nitin: Once we feel you are apposite for the camera angles, we can send you to Raman Sir for the audition.
Nitin (smiling): Just a short trial Madam... nothing to get nervous!
Me (giggling): Thanks… I hope so...
I started feeling a bit tight for the first time now. I could realize my lips were getting dry and my heart had started to pound a bit. I tried my best to look normal. As a common female habit, I casually adjusted my sari pallu over my bosom.
Sharma-ji: Best of luck Madam!
I could hardly giggle as Sharma-ji forwarded his arm for a hand-shake. I felt his warm big fingers press on my tender palm and he also patted my shoulder as if to relate me not to get nervous.
Sharma-ji: Please stand there!
He indicated me to stand in the center of the room facing them; both men relaxed on the couch; I was definitely feeling uncomfortable as they were looking directly at me quite intently. My hands and feet were somewhat cold due to my uneasiness and in the process I almost dropped my pallu in front of them, but thankfully recovered it instantly, but in the process did give a hint of my blouse-covered milk tanks to them. Georgette being light and somewhat flimsy, now that I had adjusted my pallu without looking at the mirror made my fair midriff and upper treasures visible to some extent to both males.
I noted Mr. Sharma to lightly rub his crotch as he looked at me adjusting my sari pallu. The blouse I was wearing today was a fitting one and had a deep U-neck cut, which revealed an inch of my cleavage clearly above my blouse cover, which indeed I was careful enough to cover when I left home, but now without looking at the mirror and not looking down at my boobs when I adjusted my sari remained somewhat visible which might have prompted Sharma-ji to have a stir in his pants! I tried to carry my sari as graciously as possible as I walked to the center of the hotel room.
Me: Here?
Sharma-ji: Yes…perfect!
Nitin: Well Madam... first you give us a laughing gesture... to help you I will just crack a joke and you have to react to it by smiling first and then laughing... okay?
I just nodded and quickly prepared myself.
Nitin: Ek ladki apne papa ko bol rahi hai: Papa iss paheli ka jawab do: Masal masal ke khada kiya… aur thook laga ke ghusa diya!
Nitin paused, probably deliberately to see my reaction. I naturally frowned and did not enjoy it at all as I could jolly well realize what he was trying to indicate!
Nitin (continuing the joke): Papa- Kya? Ye kya battamizi hai? Girl- Papa, gussa kiyu hote ho... ye to asaan pehli tha - sui me dhaga!
I also got fooled by the joke and automatically exclaimed “Ohh...” and laughed out naturally.
It was not entirely possible from the faces of the males to ascertain whether they liked my smile and laugh; afterall they were professionals working in the movie line.
Sharma-ji: Madam... next... imagine that one of your relatives has just passed away and you just got that news… you first exclaim and then broke into tears.... I mean not literally but just act as if you are crying. Okay?
This was naturally not the easiest. My heart was already as if skipping a beat! I had to adjust quickly.
Nitin (giving me the clue to act): Bhabi... abhi abhi hospital se khabar aya.... ke... ke nana-ji aur nehi rahe!
Me: Neeeeehhhhhiiii!
I tried my best to emulate as I had seen on TV several times in the serial episodes and then also acted as if was crying. .
Sharma-ji: Madam... sorry to say... your expressions look very artificial… you must be more honest towards your expressions.... has to come out naturally from within!
Me: But…but Sharma-ji... I tried to give my natural expression only!
Sharma-ji: Yes Madam... that’s where acting comes! You might think that you are doing it naturally, with 100% effort, but your nervousness and stiffness unknowingly is taking over your expressions... which you are unaware of!
Nitin: Madam... Sharma-ji is right! You seemed rather stiff and artificial.
Naturally I was feeling extremely down to listen to the comments from Nitin and Sharma-ji. What to do? Should I take permission from the two males to repeat my acts? My heart was beating faster and my lips were getting drier.
I had no other option but to succeed to save Ram and Harpal!
I as if experienced a momentary blackout standing in the middle of the room. Nitin was kind enough to quickly forward me a chair.
Nitin: Madam, relax... you can do it! This is your first time... hence you appear so inflexible... just relax...
Me: Thanks (for the chair)... yes... may be...
Sharma-ji: Madam, take some deep breaths and just slow down... let us now check your screen presence.
Me: O... okay Sharma-ji.
As I stood in front of them I was unaware that I was giving a glimpse of my deep navel through my thin sari and my boobs felt tighter in my blouse and bra as I was breathing deeply out of sheer nervousness.
Sharma-ji: Good... to start with… just walk from this end to that end… across the room.
I nodded and got up from the chair and adjusted my sari and went to one end of the room. As already mentioned I had worn my sari tightly around my figure and surely I looked appealing as I started walking from one side of the room to the other passing the two males sideways during my walk. They continued to sit on the sofa and watch me intently and it must be quite enjoyable for the males to watch me from such close quarters. I was naturally breathing a shade heavy as I was being watched and my heavy boob flesh went up and down inside my clothing which indeed must have made me look more tempting in the eyes of the two males. I tried my best to amble normally in front of them and also flowed my sari-aanchal along my walk such that I looked gracious.
Sharma-ji: Wah! Very nice move Bina! Can you just repeat your walk?
I was glad that I got some appreciation and probably he liked my sari-aanchal move. I giggled and nodded and walked back.
Sharma-ji: Good. Now just walk away from us... to that direction....
Nitin: Madam... that will enable us to assess… err… I mean… how you will look in the camera from your backside.
Me: O... okay.
I realized that Sharma-ji and the cameraman wanted to see me from all angles before selecting me for the main audition. Though I was a bit embarrassed as they indirectly hinted me to see my back and haunches, I realized that was part of their job and there was nothing indecent about it.
Though I was still nervous, I tried my best to hold my nerves and give my best to whatever they instructed. I promptly turned back and walked away from Sharma-ji and Nitin. I was conscious that both males were looking at my big round sari-covered ass, which was protruding outside my sari, more so as I had wrapped the sari today tightly over my curvy body. Moreover, since my bottom was extremely fleshy, that must have been swaying sexily as I walked away from them.
“Anyway, they are professionals and I should not feel embarrassed about it, they are just executing their job”, I thought, and completed my walk and thankfully Sharma-ji looked impressed and so was Nitin.
Sharma-ji (turning to Nitin): She will look very good from the posterior angle… what do you say?
Nitin: Ji Sharma-ji... undoubtedly she has a prominent and round backside which can be canned from different angles.
Sharma-ji: Yes and if she looks so prominent in a sari... she definitely would look more promising in other costumes.
Nitin: Surely Sharma-ji... you are absolutely right!
I naturally felt better hearing some praises at last though it was pretty much evident that both males were indirectly indicating that I possessed a plump bottom under my sari! Though I felt a little embarrassed, but did not feel shy. I was slowly getting used to the environment. Luckily for me, Chacha-ji was not present in the room at that time, otherwise he too must have been eyeing my swaying gaand as I walked for Nitin and Sharma-ji. .
Sharma-ji: Bina! Now come back to us.... let us check your front and side profile.
Me: Ji Sharma-ji!
I came back to their sofa and stood in front of them. As they were sitting and I was standing right in front of them, their eye level was approximately at my waist level and as they looked up slightly their eyesight was getting stuck on my protruding boobs under the cover of my georgette sari. My milk-filled luscious mammaries indeed looked like two headlights under the tight cover of my dress and I was unknowingly exposing my deep navel also to them! Both males gaped at my upper treasures from close quarters for some moments; I blushed a little, naturally.
Nitin: Sharma-ji... I think Madam’s front face profile is slightly blunt, but she will look better from the sides...
Sharma-ji: You are the cameraman… so you know this better Nitin than me… He he he…
Nitin: Ji… Madam, please turn your face sideways... (as I turned my face)... ya right! Right!
I did not know what Nitin observed and he certified heavily about my side face profile. But I wondered if they were looking at my face all the time as I caught them both staring at my heavy upright bosom under my sari!
Nitin: Good Madam… you have passed the facial profile and screen presence tests. Congratulations!
Sharma-ji: Congrats Madam! You are through for the audition!
I thanked them back with smiles and indeed was feeling much relieved. I had crossed the first hurdle, I thought. Just then Mr. Raman returned to the room with Chacha-ji.
Mr. Raman: So Sharma.... Nitin? How did you find Bina?
Sharma-ji: Well Sir... she is okay regarding screen presence, but her basic expressions are lacking… that needs practice and rehearse!
Nitin: Her facial profile is good and acceptable. Her screen presence is also very good from all angles especially the sides and back.
Mr. Raman: Okay… okay…
Nitin: I feel Sir... she can work on that as this is the outset of her audition.
Mr. Raman: Hmm... that’s a good point you made Nitin! You must improve your basic expressions Bina if you are selected in the audition. Got my point?
Me: Yes Sir... yes Sir… I will learn quickly. Please have faith in me.
Mr. Raman: But then, that can only happen if you satisfy me in the audition.
The director was indeed a tough nut to crack. Though I showed a very positive intent but he reminded me of the core fact. His presence itself made me nervous! Chacha-ji was standing close and he just kept a hand on my shoulder to boost my self-belief and held my hand with his other free hand to extend support, which was indeed much needed.
Mr. Raman: Okay then, shall we go for the audition?
Nitin: Yes Sir.
Mr. Raman: Bina are you ready?
