Update 25
Me: Err… Ji… ye… yes Sir.
Mr. Raman: Arre silly girl! What’s this? Why are you so nervous?
Saying that he just casually patted my back just below my blouse on my bare skin! He did it so nonchalantly that I could not say anything also, but his cold fingers and palm on my naked back (between my blouse and waist) made me shiver almost! His palm was awfully big and I could as if feel his whole palm on my bare back! Though I knew this person only for few minutes, he was able to “touch” me so effortlessly!
Mr. Raman: Arre Bina... film line mei kaam karne ayi ho... confident to ban-na padhega…otherwise acting kaise karogi?
Me (blushing, giggling and fumbling): Ye.. yes Sir... I will... I will tra...tra....err.. try my best!
Mr. Raman: Arre... your Chacha-ji is here… be positive! Hey Mukund (turning to Chacha-ji) Arre yaar! Tera bahu hai.... give her a hug and boost her composure!
Chacha-ji: Yes yes...
Chacha-ji was close to me and he just pulled me close by my arms in front of everybody. I was naturally shy and somewhat stiff to go into Chacha-ji’s arms. We were not that intimate afterall!
Mr. Raman: Give her a warm hug... make her feel at home... otherwise she will spoil the audition yaar!
His voice was stern and most of his words sounded like commands or directives! And Chacha-ji though not entirely confident pulled me close onto his chest and patted my head to assure me. Just as any other housewife would do, I also naturally protected my dignity by crossing my arms over my chest area and took the hug from Chacha-ji. It did no good to my confidence as I felt more withdrawn to be in the arms of my landlord in front of three other males. Chacha-ji’s one hand was on my head and the other encircling me on my blouse-covered back. I tried my best not to press my choochiyan on his body.
Mr. Raman: That’s it! This will make you feel better Bina!
Sharma-ji: Sir, shall I call Naren?
Mr. Raman: Yes, yes Sharma… we have kept him waiting for a long time.
Naren? Who on earth was that!
Mr. Raman: Well Bina… now for some real life tryout!
Me: Ji Sir.
I was still having a slight rush of blood after Chacha-ji had given me the hug in front of the three unknown males. My voluptuous body had mildly reacted to that also as I realized a slight budge of my nipples inside my bra; that’s always the first sign that I get of arousal followed by warmth emitting from my rotund thighs. It should not have happened, but since he embraced me in front of other males who were intently watching me, I probably was aroused! I tried my best to get out of that.
Sharma-ji: Madam… if you can do what’s being told as per the satisfaction of Raman Sir you will be selected as the heroine for this project. Just imagine Madam! You can become a heroine practically from nowhere!
Nitin: Yes Madam… this indeed is a huge opportunity for you! I am in this line for a long time… I see so many strugglers.... very few girls get such direct opening!
I knew that jolly well; especially myself being married and a mom of two kids being tried for the role of a heroine was beyond all imaginations! Neither had I a beautiful Aiswariya Bachhan face nor a gym-toned Katrina Kaif body that I would get caught readily! But surely I got some overall appeal even after marriage and childbirth that these filmi people were testing me.
Mr. Raman: See Bina… though I am giving you a lucky break on my friend’s recommendation... had you not been okayed by my assistants regarding your screen presence, I would have not gone for this audition!
Me: Thank you Sir. I shall try do my best! I promise!
Mr. Raman: Don’t let your Chacha-ji and my assistants down!
Mr: No, no Sir... I have to do it!
Mr. Raman: That’s the attitude! I like it! You give your 100% without hesitation. Then only you will succeed!
Me: Ji Sir.
Mr. Raman: Good! But I am not a person to believe in words - seeing is believing for me! You get my point?
It seemed to me that the most difficult job on earth was to impress this director!
As the cameraman called “Naren” I could see a well-built, young guy coming out of the adjacent room. He was wearing a red T-shirt and light blue jeans; definitely looked handsome at first sight.
Sharma-ji: Bina you know… Naren is an amateur… he has completed graduation and was trying for a job… when I told him that you are good looking and well built… why don’t you try this line… and hence he is here!
Nitin: He is also trying for a role like you Madam!
Me: I see.
I smiled at Naren and he nodded at me. He appeared younger than me, he looked 26-27… so should be younger than me by 2-3 years. He looked attractive especially due to his nice physique.
Naren: Namaste Raman Sir!
Mr. Raman: Well… I think its time to set you up for the audition. If you both succeed, you get the role in my movie… otherwise just pack up for you. Koi shaque?
I momentarily closed my eyes in frustration and helplessness thinking of the consequence if I do not succeed in the audition. I took a deep breath and prepared myself mentally for virtually anything to grab this job.
Mr. Raman: Well… I shall explain a situation… and you two will have to act it out… the acting must look natural and should not look like puppets performing…. is that clear?
Naren & Me: Ji Sir!
The director’s voice was as cold as steel. His look was stern and there seemed to be no mercy for anyone. He was growing up to be a great ‘fear factor’ in my mind!
Mr. Raman took his seat on the sofa with the assistant director and cameraman on his sides. Chacha-ji took a distant seat. Myself and Naren were standing in the middle of the room. Honestly I liked Naren at the very first meeting; he was handsome and had a V-shaped body from his waist upwards which made him look very smart and striking. .
Mr. Raman: Okay… here is the scene - (indicating to me) Bina… you are the eldest sister of the family and your younger brother (indicating to Naren) has just passed the graduation exam. He comes home running and relates you the good news. Okay?
Naren & Me: Ji Sir! …
Mr. Raman: Naren, you are ecstatic and on cloud nine because you are a graduate now toiling hard for three years, which must reflect in your approach and gesture. Koi shaque?
Naren: Nehi Sir! Samajh gaya.
Mr. Raman: Good. And Bina… being his elder sister you need to also express that joy and cheerfulness through your body language that your brother is a graduate now and soon will be earning for the family. Koi shaque?
Me: Ji… err… ji nehi Sir!
Mr. Raman: Since you both are novice in this line… I have given you this scene… it should be comfortable for both of you to act as brother and sister… rather than any other relation.
Naren: Yes, thank you Sir.
Mr. Raman: Just think like that… she is your Didi… then your hesitation will go away Naren. And same goes with you Bina!
We both nodded. My throat was already dry. It was the director rather than anything else that was making me extremely nervous. His strong personality was making me more timid. I looked at Chacha-ji for some help as if and he probably realized that I was feeling scared and anxious due to the presence of Mr. Raman. He assured me through his eyes and hands not to focus on the director but to focus on the task that I was given.
Truthfully I was at least somewhat happy in my mind with this scene for the audition as I actually had an younger brother and I love him very much (though after marriage I could hardly meet him). Hence my nervousness reduced a bit though with three males watching my act, it was never easy, especially with the presence of the “no smile, strict teacher-like” director! Thankfully, my co-actor Naren was also novice, so there was no fear that he would act like a professional and me failing. All in all, I was comfortable with the scene.
Nitin: Madam… you now go and stand there… (I followed his instruction) …yes there at the center (of the room)… and Naren… you will come through the door running… okay?
Sharma-ji: See Naren… you have run the whole way while coming to your sister to give the big news that you are a graduate now… so you should be panting as you walk into the room. You will come shouting that you have passed the exam. Okay?
Nitin: Madam… you are naturally very happy hearing this news… so as soon as he gives you the breaking news… you will express your cheerfulness by hugging your younger brother affectionately. That’s the scene.
The cameraman and the assistant director further explained the details of the scene to us so that we could perform that in the correct manner in front of the director.
Mr. Raman: Naren? Are you ready?
Naren (who was at the door): Ji.
Mr. Raman: Bina? Ready?
I had already tightened my sari on my body and adjusted my pallu. Mentally also I was all set. The only focus that was in my mind was to satisfy the director through my acting so that I acquire the job.
Me: Ji.
Mr. Raman: Sharma… give the mock start!
Sharma-ji got up from the sofa and as if a real shooting was taking place, shouted and clapped – “Audition… reel 1… take 1… (paused a little) Action!
Naren shouted happily at the door ofd the hotel room that he has passed the examination and has become a graduate waving his hand in the air. I quickly responded with a big smile and greeted him. He virtually ran a few steps to come near me and hugged me gently. He held me by my arms and was quite close to my body. He pretended to be panting as the director had advised him. I was rather tight at first go getting a hug from a completely stranger guy; but simultaneously I knew in my mind that I must not get stiff otherwise the natural vibe would be lost, which Sharma-ji and Nitin already pointed to me some minutes prior.
In fact I could observe that new guy Naren was also uneasy touching a married woman like me. Unsurprisingly there was a lot of space between us while Naren came close to me and shared the happy breaking news and I patted his shoulder congratulating him; the director was pretty much unsatisfied.
Mr. Raman (almost howled): What is this? Eh! What’s this? You two are hugging as if Narender Modi is hugging Rahul Gandhi!
All the males (including Chacha-ji) broke out in laughter. I also could not stop smiling at those words. But unfortunately the director was not amused at all. He looked grim and dissatisfied.
Mr. Raman: Naren! Bina! You are brother-sister… where is the affection and attachment?
Both myself and Naren looked at him and nodded realizing our half-hearted approach.
Mr. Raman: Do you want me to pass a football in between you the way you are close to each other? This is what happens in reality when a brother hugs a sister? Eh?
We realized our mistake and admitted that to Raman Sir. Unfortunately he was not at all sympathetic to us (we being novice) but he virtually scolded Naren for his artificial act. I felt bad for him – he was a young energetic guy - and tried to cover up for him and me too.
Me: Sir… I mean... Please allow us to do the scene again…ye to first time tha… so probably we goofed up... if you give a second chance... ….
I requested as sweetly as possible to won over the director’s strong personality.
Naren (also echoed my voice): Yes Sir, first time hai naa… so please…
Mr. Raman: Okay…but don’t waste my time! This is a simple scene… so execute it properly!
Sharma-ji: Get back to your positions…. Retaking… Audition… reel 1… take 2… Action!
Naren had already stepped back to his previous position at the door. I also tucked my sari pallu at my waist so that I could execute the scene in a cleaner way. Though it made me look more tempting with my pallu stretched tightly over my big boobs and the fair soft skin of my midriff somewhat exposed. We redid the scene but unfortunately this time also it was not up to the satisfaction of the director. Naren could not come up with a proper hug and to tell the truth my body also involuntarily moved away from him as he tried to embrace me sharing the breaking news! Though I tried my best not to, but I realized it was not that easy to accept a hug from an outside guy readily!
But here the director lost his cool.
Mr. Raman: Stop it! Kaha kaha se sab chale aate hai! Eh? What is this going on?
Alarm bells as if rang in my mind as the director was upset at the initial attempts of the audition!
Mr. Raman: Hey Naren… are you in the mood to act or what? What the fuckk is going on? Is this how you hug your didi after you get some great news? Eh? Tell me…. Tell me!
Naren stood still and looked down. He was evidently not comfortable hugging me, otherwise the way he waved his hand and while panting announced the good news of passing the examination indeed looked quite real.
Mr. Raman: You come out and I will show you how to do it!
I was taken aback at this sudden development, but quickly sensed that it was a ‘chalu practice’ in this film line that the director demonstrated things for his actors and actresses so that they know how to go about things exactly.
Before I could even react properly and get ready, the elderly director acted out the scene!
After saying his dialogue, Raman Sir just came near me and hugged me, he was huge in stature and his potbelly pushed my stomach rather awkwardly. He held me tightly in his arms as if... as if he was my husband! I was instantly red and literally breathless as I found myself in his sweaty arms. He simply hugged me like an octopus! I could even clearly smell his pungent body odor! My tight coconut-like boobs immediately got pressed on his chest while his potbelly continuously pushed my flat belly very awkwardly. He was indeed a strong man with large arms and he forcefully pulled me more towards him in the pretext of showing my co-actor the closeness of a brother and sister!
For some moments I was almost paralyzed as I was never expecting such a direct hug in the name of acting in front of everybody! When I realized and reacted, it was just too late as he must have sensed the fullness and sensuousness of my tight boob flesh against his wide chest and my face almost buried in his shoulder. I could feel his cold palms on my back, one over my blouse and the other alarmingly low on my hips! My whole body trembled in natural bodily excitement as his grip tightened around my plump figure.
Thankfully the director released me instantly and (as if nothing happened) asked very normally to Naren to follow suit.
Mr. Raman: This is how you should express the good news… it’s not a small thing… you are a graduate now! You have cleared the final examination... so the intensity of the hug should reflect that! Koi shaque?
Naren: No Sir. I got it.
I was naturally breathing quite heavily and had a trying time to look normal. My heavy boob flesh was going up and down inside my blouse and since I had tucked my pallu at my waist I looked sexier standing like that. I was exhaling warm breaths and I could easily sense that my nipples had got hard inside my blouse getting the tight hug from my middle-aged director. My face was crimson and I was unable to look up in shyness.
Naren must have observed the whole sequence how the director hugged me tightly embracing my curvy figure with both hands. Now he was back to the door and watching a man openly cuddle a housewife like me, he must have been quite charged up. And that naturally reflected in his behavior. So when he got his turn, he horridly ran towards me vomiting his dialogue was more than eager to feel my full-grown sexy body! Naren hugged me real tight this time and though I tried my best to protect my mammaries from pressing against his chest directly with one hand, he was in a moment all over me!
I involuntarily was responding favorably to his hug and as his cold fingers embraced my bare back (just below my blouse cover), I was already shivering inside! The director’s hug had naturally ignited my blood flow and this time though I tried to be protective, it turned out to be quite an intimate squeeze! Thus in spite of trying to save my decency with one hand protecting my boobs, my heavy boob flesh pressed against Naren’s T-shirt!
Naren’s greenhorn hug - he initially touched and pressed my arms, then felt my belly with his hand, and finally embraced me tightly with his hands on my back - and myself trying to protect my dignity had shifted my sari pallu off my stomach area and my exposed belly was pressing against his jeans. His hands were thankfully decently placed on my blouse back. He did not try to feel my naked back skin which actually would have made me more stirred up and stimulated.
Mr. Raman: Stay still in that position! Don’t move! Don’t move at all!
The director howled and then called the cameraman.
Mr. Raman: Nitin, take some trial stills… we can study those later....
Nitin: Ji Sir.
I closed my eyes and bite my lips in shyness and embarrassment as my young co-actor continued to hug me feeling my body. NAren’s face as close to mine and I could feel his warm breaths striking my soft cheeks! It was but natural that he was also pretty much excited and probably greatly stimulated feeling a housewife like me who had a full grown figure.
There was no option to move away as it was the director’s order and Naren was lucky enough to continue to feel the contours of my 30-year-old juicy body. The cameraman Nitin took out his zoom lens camera from his side bag and positioned himself to take snaps. He took at least half a dozen snaps and praised our posture time and again. Though I was feeling pretty much uncomfortable and scratchy being in the arms of a stranger, I felt relieved and ecstatic that I was surely on the way to grab the job, otherwise the director won’t have asked his cameraman to take our snaps. I thanked God in my mind as I virtually melted in Naren’s arms. I could feel my boobs getting taut inside my bra and blouse at the constant brushing with a male body though I was trying my level best to protect my oozing flesh from pressing fully against my co-actor’s body!
As Nitin was taking snaps of us in that embraced posture from different angles, Mr Raman was also inspecting us from different angles. From the corner of my eye, I noticed that he suddenly stopped at one angle and frowned. My heartbeat as if stopped and my heart was in my mouth!
Have I done anything wrong?
O! My God!
I started feeling extremely nervous - naturally; I just hoped that there was no fault of mine.
Mr. Raman: Hey! What is this? Don’t you have the slightest sense!
We both looked questionably at the director. My throat was absolutely dry and my fingertips were cold in fear of getting a thrash from Raman Sir!
Sharma-ji: Kiyu Sir? Kya hua?
The assistant director-cum-costume designer readily intervened.
Mr. Raman: Sharma… Just see! Just see… what is this buffoon here for?
Sharma-ji was the assistant director and he was calm and composed. He was not at all ill tempered like the director. He quickly realized what Naren did wrong in that posture; though I could not make out anything what went wrong!
Sharma-ji: Are Naren… don’t move... but listen to me! You are not with your lover here that you are trying to choose where to keep your hands while hugging her? You are hugging Madam who is your elder sister. Will you think before touching your sister whether it would look obscene or not?
Naren looked blank in nervousness. He was naturally scared just like me due to director’s close presence.
Sharma-ji: You are hugging your didi… and most importantly… this is an impromptu situation!
Mr. Raman (shouting): Precisely! In an ad lib situation... you cannot choose to hold and place your hand… must look like impromptu… you blockhead!
The director’s bad temper was amply reflecting in his choice of words and Naren naturally looked rather pale at the scolding and I indeed felt for my young co-actor. He looked blank and undecided holding me in his arms. His hands continue to rest on my back just over my blouse.
So saying the director just pulled Naren’s right hand off my back and dragged it down and placed it......
Oh! God!
He placed Naren’s hand right over my sari-covered bulging ass! I was simply paralyzed!
Mr. Raman: You idiot! You are hugging your didi… you can hold her on any part… you will never choose whether it looks decent or indecent! Will you?
My heart rate increased by leaps and bounds as I felt his stretched palm on the smooth contour of my buttocks. I was embarrassed as well as irritated at this utter obscenity – no matured woman would allow a man to hold her gaand like this in public! But unfortunately I was so much afraid of the howling, rough tempered director that I decided not to speak out.
Naren: Ji… ji…right Sir. Mai samajh gaya…
Naren seemed to be utterly nervous! As he replied his voice was trembling and he literally pressed his right palm more and more on my tight prominent ass cheek and I almost died in shame as he was doing that in front of everybody! I cursed myself for wrapping the sari tightly over my body today because it actually had accentuated my round fleshy ass all the more and the director placing my co-actor’s hand exactly over it made my look absolutely luring!
To add to my awkwardness, Mr. Raman did not stop there! He did a complete weird thing! He simply took Naren’s other hand, which was still resting lightly on my back, and placed it also over my gaand! He did it in such a way as if to underline to my male co-actor that he should hold me there only!
I involuntarily closed my eyes – partly due to my clumsy helpless situation and partly due to my bodily excitement. I immediately shuffled and literally wriggled my heavy ass flesh so as to stand comfortably. But Naren hardly allowed me to do so as he as if tasted blood by getting the firm feel of my tight smooth ass flesh on his fingers! He naturally was stirred up passably and was virtually embracing me by holding gaand! I must have been looking alarmingly shameless allowing this act in front of the eyes of other adult males.
Naren had already got enough scolding from Raman Sir and probably in order to somewhat pacify that he aimed at satisfying the director. He took a step forward taking the hint and started pressing his hands on my firm ass cheeks, his fingers slowly clutching my taut ass flesh over my dress! I was obviously and logically very, very uncomfortable standing at this posture biting my lips not knowing what to do! My face was crimson and I was breathing noticeably heavy at this development.
Naren: Ye position thik hai Sir?
Mr. Raman: Yes… very good! That’s how you hold your didi in an impromptu situation!
Naren probably breathed easy now getting a pat from the director at last! I could sense that he too was breathing briskly (just like me) in sheer excitement of touching and pressing a full grown woman like this! As we had to stand in that posture till the director ordered to do otherwise, I could not stop shuffling almost continuously in his arms moving my big fleshy gaand uncomfortably and rather enticingly for anyone watching!
I even tried my best to think logically…
“Yes, at times it does happen that a brother might hold a sister by her bottom… but that’s momentarily, fleetingly, accidentally, by mistake! Even my son Ram while hugging at times touched and pressed my ass flesh or my boobs, but again that’s for a moment or two… but what Naren was doing to me is so offensive and lewd! He is literally holding me by my butt cheeks – his fingers spread over my round pumpkin ass! I doubt this is portraying brother-sister love and intimacy, rather it carries a sexual hint and looks like a husband-wife relationship!”
…but who would explain this to this Hitler-like director!
It seemed like eternity that I stood in that sexy pose with my co-actor while Nitin and Raman Sir inspected us from different angles and babbled amongst themselves about choice of angles and camera positions. From the corner of my eyes I could note the middle-aged Sharma-ji was literally gaping at my prominent obtruding ass on which Naren rested his hands! I even noted that he was shamelessly adjusting his pant front time and again looking at me and Naren! I was definitely not a collegegirl that I would not know what was happening inside his pants!
As I stood in that compromised posture, I helplessly turned to Chacha-ji, who must have been watching me all through. Chacha-ji looked calm as ever and indicated through his eyes and hand to cooperate and to stay unmoving till the scene is over. I thought it wise to follow Chacha-ji’s unsaid words because afterall satisfying the movie director and grabbing the role was of utmost importance to me!
Nitin’s camera started capturing Naren’s hands pressing against my heavy oval butt cheeks. Naren though was resting both his hands on my gaand and pressing it amply was never daring enough to directly squeeze my ass cheeks, which generally is a natural craving for all males. That probably was due to the presence of Raman Sir. Naren obviously did not want to do anything extra to get another fresh scolding from this ill-tempered man.
Mr. Raman: Cut! Vishraam!
As the director said cut, I immediately got out from Naren’s clutches just like a timid kitten released from a confine. I was feeling extremely shy even out of my co-actor’s embrace as all four males including Chacha-ji were looking at me. I immediately adjusted my sari pallu which had shifted to one side of my body giving a luscious view of my big sized erect breasts in my blouse and my exposed navel.
Mr. Raman: Nitin! Sharma! I think we can go with this pair for this movie… Bina and Naren… both have faired okay!
Nitin and Sharma-ji echoed “Definitely Sir”.
Mr. Raman: You both are selected!
Naren: Oh! Thank you Sir! Thank you!
I took a little bit more time to express my joy as I was still unable to get out of my embarrassing audition spell.
Me: Yahhhhhhhhhoooooooooooo! Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuffffffffffff! Am so excited! Thank you Sir… thank you so, so much! This job means a lot to me Sir… a lot to me.
Mr. Raman: Arre silly girl! What’s this? Why are you so nervous?
Saying that he just casually patted my back just below my blouse on my bare skin! He did it so nonchalantly that I could not say anything also, but his cold fingers and palm on my naked back (between my blouse and waist) made me shiver almost! His palm was awfully big and I could as if feel his whole palm on my bare back! Though I knew this person only for few minutes, he was able to “touch” me so effortlessly!
Mr. Raman: Arre Bina... film line mei kaam karne ayi ho... confident to ban-na padhega…otherwise acting kaise karogi?
Me (blushing, giggling and fumbling): Ye.. yes Sir... I will... I will tra...tra....err.. try my best!
Mr. Raman: Arre... your Chacha-ji is here… be positive! Hey Mukund (turning to Chacha-ji) Arre yaar! Tera bahu hai.... give her a hug and boost her composure!
Chacha-ji: Yes yes...
Chacha-ji was close to me and he just pulled me close by my arms in front of everybody. I was naturally shy and somewhat stiff to go into Chacha-ji’s arms. We were not that intimate afterall!
Mr. Raman: Give her a warm hug... make her feel at home... otherwise she will spoil the audition yaar!
His voice was stern and most of his words sounded like commands or directives! And Chacha-ji though not entirely confident pulled me close onto his chest and patted my head to assure me. Just as any other housewife would do, I also naturally protected my dignity by crossing my arms over my chest area and took the hug from Chacha-ji. It did no good to my confidence as I felt more withdrawn to be in the arms of my landlord in front of three other males. Chacha-ji’s one hand was on my head and the other encircling me on my blouse-covered back. I tried my best not to press my choochiyan on his body.
Mr. Raman: That’s it! This will make you feel better Bina!
Sharma-ji: Sir, shall I call Naren?
Mr. Raman: Yes, yes Sharma… we have kept him waiting for a long time.
Naren? Who on earth was that!
Mr. Raman: Well Bina… now for some real life tryout!
Me: Ji Sir.
I was still having a slight rush of blood after Chacha-ji had given me the hug in front of the three unknown males. My voluptuous body had mildly reacted to that also as I realized a slight budge of my nipples inside my bra; that’s always the first sign that I get of arousal followed by warmth emitting from my rotund thighs. It should not have happened, but since he embraced me in front of other males who were intently watching me, I probably was aroused! I tried my best to get out of that.
Sharma-ji: Madam… if you can do what’s being told as per the satisfaction of Raman Sir you will be selected as the heroine for this project. Just imagine Madam! You can become a heroine practically from nowhere!
Nitin: Yes Madam… this indeed is a huge opportunity for you! I am in this line for a long time… I see so many strugglers.... very few girls get such direct opening!
I knew that jolly well; especially myself being married and a mom of two kids being tried for the role of a heroine was beyond all imaginations! Neither had I a beautiful Aiswariya Bachhan face nor a gym-toned Katrina Kaif body that I would get caught readily! But surely I got some overall appeal even after marriage and childbirth that these filmi people were testing me.
Mr. Raman: See Bina… though I am giving you a lucky break on my friend’s recommendation... had you not been okayed by my assistants regarding your screen presence, I would have not gone for this audition!
Me: Thank you Sir. I shall try do my best! I promise!
Mr. Raman: Don’t let your Chacha-ji and my assistants down!
Mr: No, no Sir... I have to do it!
Mr. Raman: That’s the attitude! I like it! You give your 100% without hesitation. Then only you will succeed!
Me: Ji Sir.
Mr. Raman: Good! But I am not a person to believe in words - seeing is believing for me! You get my point?
It seemed to me that the most difficult job on earth was to impress this director!
As the cameraman called “Naren” I could see a well-built, young guy coming out of the adjacent room. He was wearing a red T-shirt and light blue jeans; definitely looked handsome at first sight.
Sharma-ji: Bina you know… Naren is an amateur… he has completed graduation and was trying for a job… when I told him that you are good looking and well built… why don’t you try this line… and hence he is here!
Nitin: He is also trying for a role like you Madam!
Me: I see.
I smiled at Naren and he nodded at me. He appeared younger than me, he looked 26-27… so should be younger than me by 2-3 years. He looked attractive especially due to his nice physique.
Naren: Namaste Raman Sir!
Mr. Raman: Well… I think its time to set you up for the audition. If you both succeed, you get the role in my movie… otherwise just pack up for you. Koi shaque?
I momentarily closed my eyes in frustration and helplessness thinking of the consequence if I do not succeed in the audition. I took a deep breath and prepared myself mentally for virtually anything to grab this job.
Mr. Raman: Well… I shall explain a situation… and you two will have to act it out… the acting must look natural and should not look like puppets performing…. is that clear?
Naren & Me: Ji Sir!
The director’s voice was as cold as steel. His look was stern and there seemed to be no mercy for anyone. He was growing up to be a great ‘fear factor’ in my mind!
Mr. Raman took his seat on the sofa with the assistant director and cameraman on his sides. Chacha-ji took a distant seat. Myself and Naren were standing in the middle of the room. Honestly I liked Naren at the very first meeting; he was handsome and had a V-shaped body from his waist upwards which made him look very smart and striking. .
Mr. Raman: Okay… here is the scene - (indicating to me) Bina… you are the eldest sister of the family and your younger brother (indicating to Naren) has just passed the graduation exam. He comes home running and relates you the good news. Okay?
Naren & Me: Ji Sir! …
Mr. Raman: Naren, you are ecstatic and on cloud nine because you are a graduate now toiling hard for three years, which must reflect in your approach and gesture. Koi shaque?
Naren: Nehi Sir! Samajh gaya.
Mr. Raman: Good. And Bina… being his elder sister you need to also express that joy and cheerfulness through your body language that your brother is a graduate now and soon will be earning for the family. Koi shaque?
Me: Ji… err… ji nehi Sir!
Mr. Raman: Since you both are novice in this line… I have given you this scene… it should be comfortable for both of you to act as brother and sister… rather than any other relation.
Naren: Yes, thank you Sir.
Mr. Raman: Just think like that… she is your Didi… then your hesitation will go away Naren. And same goes with you Bina!
We both nodded. My throat was already dry. It was the director rather than anything else that was making me extremely nervous. His strong personality was making me more timid. I looked at Chacha-ji for some help as if and he probably realized that I was feeling scared and anxious due to the presence of Mr. Raman. He assured me through his eyes and hands not to focus on the director but to focus on the task that I was given.
Truthfully I was at least somewhat happy in my mind with this scene for the audition as I actually had an younger brother and I love him very much (though after marriage I could hardly meet him). Hence my nervousness reduced a bit though with three males watching my act, it was never easy, especially with the presence of the “no smile, strict teacher-like” director! Thankfully, my co-actor Naren was also novice, so there was no fear that he would act like a professional and me failing. All in all, I was comfortable with the scene.
Nitin: Madam… you now go and stand there… (I followed his instruction) …yes there at the center (of the room)… and Naren… you will come through the door running… okay?
Sharma-ji: See Naren… you have run the whole way while coming to your sister to give the big news that you are a graduate now… so you should be panting as you walk into the room. You will come shouting that you have passed the exam. Okay?
Nitin: Madam… you are naturally very happy hearing this news… so as soon as he gives you the breaking news… you will express your cheerfulness by hugging your younger brother affectionately. That’s the scene.
The cameraman and the assistant director further explained the details of the scene to us so that we could perform that in the correct manner in front of the director.
Mr. Raman: Naren? Are you ready?
Naren (who was at the door): Ji.
Mr. Raman: Bina? Ready?
I had already tightened my sari on my body and adjusted my pallu. Mentally also I was all set. The only focus that was in my mind was to satisfy the director through my acting so that I acquire the job.
Me: Ji.
Mr. Raman: Sharma… give the mock start!
Sharma-ji got up from the sofa and as if a real shooting was taking place, shouted and clapped – “Audition… reel 1… take 1… (paused a little) Action!
Naren shouted happily at the door ofd the hotel room that he has passed the examination and has become a graduate waving his hand in the air. I quickly responded with a big smile and greeted him. He virtually ran a few steps to come near me and hugged me gently. He held me by my arms and was quite close to my body. He pretended to be panting as the director had advised him. I was rather tight at first go getting a hug from a completely stranger guy; but simultaneously I knew in my mind that I must not get stiff otherwise the natural vibe would be lost, which Sharma-ji and Nitin already pointed to me some minutes prior.
In fact I could observe that new guy Naren was also uneasy touching a married woman like me. Unsurprisingly there was a lot of space between us while Naren came close to me and shared the happy breaking news and I patted his shoulder congratulating him; the director was pretty much unsatisfied.
Mr. Raman (almost howled): What is this? Eh! What’s this? You two are hugging as if Narender Modi is hugging Rahul Gandhi!
All the males (including Chacha-ji) broke out in laughter. I also could not stop smiling at those words. But unfortunately the director was not amused at all. He looked grim and dissatisfied.
Mr. Raman: Naren! Bina! You are brother-sister… where is the affection and attachment?
Both myself and Naren looked at him and nodded realizing our half-hearted approach.
Mr. Raman: Do you want me to pass a football in between you the way you are close to each other? This is what happens in reality when a brother hugs a sister? Eh?
We realized our mistake and admitted that to Raman Sir. Unfortunately he was not at all sympathetic to us (we being novice) but he virtually scolded Naren for his artificial act. I felt bad for him – he was a young energetic guy - and tried to cover up for him and me too.
Me: Sir… I mean... Please allow us to do the scene again…ye to first time tha… so probably we goofed up... if you give a second chance... ….
I requested as sweetly as possible to won over the director’s strong personality.
Naren (also echoed my voice): Yes Sir, first time hai naa… so please…
Mr. Raman: Okay…but don’t waste my time! This is a simple scene… so execute it properly!
Sharma-ji: Get back to your positions…. Retaking… Audition… reel 1… take 2… Action!
Naren had already stepped back to his previous position at the door. I also tucked my sari pallu at my waist so that I could execute the scene in a cleaner way. Though it made me look more tempting with my pallu stretched tightly over my big boobs and the fair soft skin of my midriff somewhat exposed. We redid the scene but unfortunately this time also it was not up to the satisfaction of the director. Naren could not come up with a proper hug and to tell the truth my body also involuntarily moved away from him as he tried to embrace me sharing the breaking news! Though I tried my best not to, but I realized it was not that easy to accept a hug from an outside guy readily!
But here the director lost his cool.
Mr. Raman: Stop it! Kaha kaha se sab chale aate hai! Eh? What is this going on?
Alarm bells as if rang in my mind as the director was upset at the initial attempts of the audition!
Mr. Raman: Hey Naren… are you in the mood to act or what? What the fuckk is going on? Is this how you hug your didi after you get some great news? Eh? Tell me…. Tell me!
Naren stood still and looked down. He was evidently not comfortable hugging me, otherwise the way he waved his hand and while panting announced the good news of passing the examination indeed looked quite real.
Mr. Raman: You come out and I will show you how to do it!
I was taken aback at this sudden development, but quickly sensed that it was a ‘chalu practice’ in this film line that the director demonstrated things for his actors and actresses so that they know how to go about things exactly.
Before I could even react properly and get ready, the elderly director acted out the scene!
After saying his dialogue, Raman Sir just came near me and hugged me, he was huge in stature and his potbelly pushed my stomach rather awkwardly. He held me tightly in his arms as if... as if he was my husband! I was instantly red and literally breathless as I found myself in his sweaty arms. He simply hugged me like an octopus! I could even clearly smell his pungent body odor! My tight coconut-like boobs immediately got pressed on his chest while his potbelly continuously pushed my flat belly very awkwardly. He was indeed a strong man with large arms and he forcefully pulled me more towards him in the pretext of showing my co-actor the closeness of a brother and sister!
For some moments I was almost paralyzed as I was never expecting such a direct hug in the name of acting in front of everybody! When I realized and reacted, it was just too late as he must have sensed the fullness and sensuousness of my tight boob flesh against his wide chest and my face almost buried in his shoulder. I could feel his cold palms on my back, one over my blouse and the other alarmingly low on my hips! My whole body trembled in natural bodily excitement as his grip tightened around my plump figure.
Thankfully the director released me instantly and (as if nothing happened) asked very normally to Naren to follow suit.
Mr. Raman: This is how you should express the good news… it’s not a small thing… you are a graduate now! You have cleared the final examination... so the intensity of the hug should reflect that! Koi shaque?
Naren: No Sir. I got it.
I was naturally breathing quite heavily and had a trying time to look normal. My heavy boob flesh was going up and down inside my blouse and since I had tucked my pallu at my waist I looked sexier standing like that. I was exhaling warm breaths and I could easily sense that my nipples had got hard inside my blouse getting the tight hug from my middle-aged director. My face was crimson and I was unable to look up in shyness.
Naren must have observed the whole sequence how the director hugged me tightly embracing my curvy figure with both hands. Now he was back to the door and watching a man openly cuddle a housewife like me, he must have been quite charged up. And that naturally reflected in his behavior. So when he got his turn, he horridly ran towards me vomiting his dialogue was more than eager to feel my full-grown sexy body! Naren hugged me real tight this time and though I tried my best to protect my mammaries from pressing against his chest directly with one hand, he was in a moment all over me!
I involuntarily was responding favorably to his hug and as his cold fingers embraced my bare back (just below my blouse cover), I was already shivering inside! The director’s hug had naturally ignited my blood flow and this time though I tried to be protective, it turned out to be quite an intimate squeeze! Thus in spite of trying to save my decency with one hand protecting my boobs, my heavy boob flesh pressed against Naren’s T-shirt!
Naren’s greenhorn hug - he initially touched and pressed my arms, then felt my belly with his hand, and finally embraced me tightly with his hands on my back - and myself trying to protect my dignity had shifted my sari pallu off my stomach area and my exposed belly was pressing against his jeans. His hands were thankfully decently placed on my blouse back. He did not try to feel my naked back skin which actually would have made me more stirred up and stimulated.
Mr. Raman: Stay still in that position! Don’t move! Don’t move at all!
The director howled and then called the cameraman.
Mr. Raman: Nitin, take some trial stills… we can study those later....
Nitin: Ji Sir.
I closed my eyes and bite my lips in shyness and embarrassment as my young co-actor continued to hug me feeling my body. NAren’s face as close to mine and I could feel his warm breaths striking my soft cheeks! It was but natural that he was also pretty much excited and probably greatly stimulated feeling a housewife like me who had a full grown figure.
There was no option to move away as it was the director’s order and Naren was lucky enough to continue to feel the contours of my 30-year-old juicy body. The cameraman Nitin took out his zoom lens camera from his side bag and positioned himself to take snaps. He took at least half a dozen snaps and praised our posture time and again. Though I was feeling pretty much uncomfortable and scratchy being in the arms of a stranger, I felt relieved and ecstatic that I was surely on the way to grab the job, otherwise the director won’t have asked his cameraman to take our snaps. I thanked God in my mind as I virtually melted in Naren’s arms. I could feel my boobs getting taut inside my bra and blouse at the constant brushing with a male body though I was trying my level best to protect my oozing flesh from pressing fully against my co-actor’s body!
As Nitin was taking snaps of us in that embraced posture from different angles, Mr Raman was also inspecting us from different angles. From the corner of my eye, I noticed that he suddenly stopped at one angle and frowned. My heartbeat as if stopped and my heart was in my mouth!
Have I done anything wrong?
O! My God!
I started feeling extremely nervous - naturally; I just hoped that there was no fault of mine.
Mr. Raman: Hey! What is this? Don’t you have the slightest sense!
We both looked questionably at the director. My throat was absolutely dry and my fingertips were cold in fear of getting a thrash from Raman Sir!
Sharma-ji: Kiyu Sir? Kya hua?
The assistant director-cum-costume designer readily intervened.
Mr. Raman: Sharma… Just see! Just see… what is this buffoon here for?
Sharma-ji was the assistant director and he was calm and composed. He was not at all ill tempered like the director. He quickly realized what Naren did wrong in that posture; though I could not make out anything what went wrong!
Sharma-ji: Are Naren… don’t move... but listen to me! You are not with your lover here that you are trying to choose where to keep your hands while hugging her? You are hugging Madam who is your elder sister. Will you think before touching your sister whether it would look obscene or not?
Naren looked blank in nervousness. He was naturally scared just like me due to director’s close presence.
Sharma-ji: You are hugging your didi… and most importantly… this is an impromptu situation!
Mr. Raman (shouting): Precisely! In an ad lib situation... you cannot choose to hold and place your hand… must look like impromptu… you blockhead!
The director’s bad temper was amply reflecting in his choice of words and Naren naturally looked rather pale at the scolding and I indeed felt for my young co-actor. He looked blank and undecided holding me in his arms. His hands continue to rest on my back just over my blouse.
So saying the director just pulled Naren’s right hand off my back and dragged it down and placed it......
Oh! God!
He placed Naren’s hand right over my sari-covered bulging ass! I was simply paralyzed!
Mr. Raman: You idiot! You are hugging your didi… you can hold her on any part… you will never choose whether it looks decent or indecent! Will you?
My heart rate increased by leaps and bounds as I felt his stretched palm on the smooth contour of my buttocks. I was embarrassed as well as irritated at this utter obscenity – no matured woman would allow a man to hold her gaand like this in public! But unfortunately I was so much afraid of the howling, rough tempered director that I decided not to speak out.
Naren: Ji… ji…right Sir. Mai samajh gaya…
Naren seemed to be utterly nervous! As he replied his voice was trembling and he literally pressed his right palm more and more on my tight prominent ass cheek and I almost died in shame as he was doing that in front of everybody! I cursed myself for wrapping the sari tightly over my body today because it actually had accentuated my round fleshy ass all the more and the director placing my co-actor’s hand exactly over it made my look absolutely luring!
To add to my awkwardness, Mr. Raman did not stop there! He did a complete weird thing! He simply took Naren’s other hand, which was still resting lightly on my back, and placed it also over my gaand! He did it in such a way as if to underline to my male co-actor that he should hold me there only!
I involuntarily closed my eyes – partly due to my clumsy helpless situation and partly due to my bodily excitement. I immediately shuffled and literally wriggled my heavy ass flesh so as to stand comfortably. But Naren hardly allowed me to do so as he as if tasted blood by getting the firm feel of my tight smooth ass flesh on his fingers! He naturally was stirred up passably and was virtually embracing me by holding gaand! I must have been looking alarmingly shameless allowing this act in front of the eyes of other adult males.
Naren had already got enough scolding from Raman Sir and probably in order to somewhat pacify that he aimed at satisfying the director. He took a step forward taking the hint and started pressing his hands on my firm ass cheeks, his fingers slowly clutching my taut ass flesh over my dress! I was obviously and logically very, very uncomfortable standing at this posture biting my lips not knowing what to do! My face was crimson and I was breathing noticeably heavy at this development.
Naren: Ye position thik hai Sir?
Mr. Raman: Yes… very good! That’s how you hold your didi in an impromptu situation!
Naren probably breathed easy now getting a pat from the director at last! I could sense that he too was breathing briskly (just like me) in sheer excitement of touching and pressing a full grown woman like this! As we had to stand in that posture till the director ordered to do otherwise, I could not stop shuffling almost continuously in his arms moving my big fleshy gaand uncomfortably and rather enticingly for anyone watching!
I even tried my best to think logically…
“Yes, at times it does happen that a brother might hold a sister by her bottom… but that’s momentarily, fleetingly, accidentally, by mistake! Even my son Ram while hugging at times touched and pressed my ass flesh or my boobs, but again that’s for a moment or two… but what Naren was doing to me is so offensive and lewd! He is literally holding me by my butt cheeks – his fingers spread over my round pumpkin ass! I doubt this is portraying brother-sister love and intimacy, rather it carries a sexual hint and looks like a husband-wife relationship!”
…but who would explain this to this Hitler-like director!
It seemed like eternity that I stood in that sexy pose with my co-actor while Nitin and Raman Sir inspected us from different angles and babbled amongst themselves about choice of angles and camera positions. From the corner of my eyes I could note the middle-aged Sharma-ji was literally gaping at my prominent obtruding ass on which Naren rested his hands! I even noted that he was shamelessly adjusting his pant front time and again looking at me and Naren! I was definitely not a collegegirl that I would not know what was happening inside his pants!
As I stood in that compromised posture, I helplessly turned to Chacha-ji, who must have been watching me all through. Chacha-ji looked calm as ever and indicated through his eyes and hand to cooperate and to stay unmoving till the scene is over. I thought it wise to follow Chacha-ji’s unsaid words because afterall satisfying the movie director and grabbing the role was of utmost importance to me!
Nitin’s camera started capturing Naren’s hands pressing against my heavy oval butt cheeks. Naren though was resting both his hands on my gaand and pressing it amply was never daring enough to directly squeeze my ass cheeks, which generally is a natural craving for all males. That probably was due to the presence of Raman Sir. Naren obviously did not want to do anything extra to get another fresh scolding from this ill-tempered man.
Mr. Raman: Cut! Vishraam!
As the director said cut, I immediately got out from Naren’s clutches just like a timid kitten released from a confine. I was feeling extremely shy even out of my co-actor’s embrace as all four males including Chacha-ji were looking at me. I immediately adjusted my sari pallu which had shifted to one side of my body giving a luscious view of my big sized erect breasts in my blouse and my exposed navel.
Mr. Raman: Nitin! Sharma! I think we can go with this pair for this movie… Bina and Naren… both have faired okay!
Nitin and Sharma-ji echoed “Definitely Sir”.
Mr. Raman: You both are selected!
Naren: Oh! Thank you Sir! Thank you!
I took a little bit more time to express my joy as I was still unable to get out of my embarrassing audition spell.
Me: Yahhhhhhhhhoooooooooooo! Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuffffffffffff! Am so excited! Thank you Sir… thank you so, so much! This job means a lot to me Sir… a lot to me.
