She handed it back, granting him another glimpse down her shirt and he found himself unable to avoid looking. He sighed. The last of the sun had faded...entirely now and the only light was the cold blue of the torch. He glanced at the thermostat. Minus 1.0. “May as well get a little shut eye.” He said, pulling the brim of his hat over his eyes and stuffed his hands under his arms. Outside the wind roared. He drifted off, listening to the creaks and groans of the hull. Hiding as much of his bare. I am a woman; only a DNA test would ever contradict me, and I was saving up to have a DNA re-sequencing operation. If I got the role I wanted, I could indulge my kink and pay for my operation at the same time.The audition went well. They liked my looks, my voice, and they were thrilled to find out that Squirmies were my kink. Apparently, they shoot their videos in one take, and prefer people who genuinely like having their bodies invaded."So, Susan," the director, a mustachioed man with hazel. He was looking right into the eyes of a beautiful Japanese woman. He broke into a big shit-eating grin as the memories of the day before, and especially the night before, came back to him.He'd been unhappy at losing Charlene, but happy for her because she had her husband back. Then he'd met Amy, who was mourning the lost chance at Charlene's husband Scott. They'd hit it off, and returned to Steve's quarters, where Amy had met Steve's 'sex partners.' They'd had a pleasant enough meal, though. His eyes drilled into hers.She again answered, her voice a monotone. She wasn't a virgin. Last year on a band ski trip she had fooled around with a trumpet player. Bob asked for details, and she provided: the boy's powerful, talented lips had thrilled her and they made quick love (safe sex with a condom, of course) with him cumming within a couple of minutes. The guy hadn't been all that attractive, however -- with her ugly duckling looks back then they had been in the same "league".Now.