Actress Plays Along

[IsabellaRose]

Your grip tightens on the cool metal of the doorknob. The voice from the other side of the door is smooth, controlled, confident, a man used to getting what he wants. A man who expects you to comply. That expectation hangs in the air between you like a challenge. You push the door open and step inside.

The room is dimly lit, bathed in the golden glow of a single lamp perched on the edge of a sleek black desk. Floor-to-ceiling curtains smother any outside light, sealing the space in an unnatural hush. The scent of cologne, leather, and whiskey lingers in the air. It feels intentional, designed. At the far end of the room, he sits. The director.

An older man, still handsome, in a tailored black suit, his silver cufflinks catching the lamplight as he idly taps his fingers against the arm of his chair. His eyes, sharp and heavy-lidded, drag over you, slow and deliberate. You feel him undressing you in his mind. He doesn’t speak right away, simply watches, letting the silence stretch long enough to make most people uncomfortable.

But you aren’t most people. You play the part. Your lips curl into the faintest smile, a flirty look of possibility, your posture shifting just enough to suggest confidence, intrigue. You don’t shrink away from his gaze; instead, you let him look. Let him think you are exactly what he wants you to be.

"Miss Hastings," he finally murmurs, his voice rich with amusement. "I've heard you're quite... talented." He gestures toward the chair across from him, a slow flick of his fingers, watching to see if you’ll obey.

You hesitate just long enough to make it feel like a choice, then step forward, sinking into the chair with the kind of practiced ease that says you belong here. The leather is cold against the bare skin of your thighs. 

The director’s smirk widens, but his gaze sharpens. He knows you aren’t naïve. He knows you’re playing along. The question in both your minds is: how far are you willing to go? He leans forward slightly, resting his elbows on the desk.

"Tell me, Miss Hastings… how badly do you want this role?" His eyes glint with something unreadable as he waits for your reply.

• If you reply in a flirty manner, keeping the act going, to see where this leads, click here <link forthcoming>
• If you try to turn the tables, ask what he’s willing to do to prove this is worth your time, click here <link forthcoming>
• If you decide to set a boundary, make it clear that you’ll play along only to a point, click here <link forthcoming>