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Arabella gazed up with her needling brown eyes at the casting director. She was on her knees, and her already-wide mouth was stretched around the director's cock.
It was the first time she'd ever tasted cock in her mouth; the first time she'd ever felt it against her tongue or felt her lips go tight around its shaft. She was given the opportunity to not do it, but warned that she wouldn't get the role she wanted if she didn't, and the role she wanted was one of the most coveted in all of England: Hermione Granger.
She was set to play the role twice over — in an audiobook recording, then later in HBO's official adaptation of the series as a TV show, and her mother had always taught her to do whatever it took to get that job done, so...at only 11 years old, there she was, future worldwide star Arabella Stanton, feeling what it was like to let herself become choked by the director's thick cock. She felt his balls against her chin. She felt how weirdly warm and soft the skin of his cockhead was. She felt the stubble of his shaved bush every time her nose rubbed up against his groin.
She wasn't being facefucked, exactly. She was actually participating. She bounced her head and tried to do her best, although she had no idea how blowjobs were supposed to work other than keeping her mouth busy, and at some point, hopefully the man would ejaculate.
Her mother called it "cumming". She had told Arabella to expect it, and to expect an awful taste which Ara probably would not enjoy, but that it was important to swallow whatever came out while she was sucking, so Ara just kept nodding to herself, hoping she could power through this experience and do her job well enough. If she did her job well enough, she'd get the part, and every girl in the world would look up to her as Hermione for the next 7 years of her life, just like they had with Emma Watson before her.
So, she gazed up at him. Sometimes she closed her eyes, but mostly she watched him, and felt his cock throbbing in her mouth. Every so often, he'd put his hand against her bushy brown hair, and she felt a thrum of soft electricity rush down her spine, as if it was a sign that she was doing a good job.
Hours passed. Her mother waited outside the entire time, purse clutched in her fingertips. Eventually, Ara was returned to her, and her mother could see all the telltale signs of what had just happened: Arabella's eyes were bloodshot; her lip gloss was streaked around her pink lips; her hair was an even messier bush.
She looked disgusted. She looked confused. She looked pleased. In every case, Arabella had matured several years in that room, and they both went home with the hopes of the role that would launch the young actress to stardom.
Arabella could still taste his cum in her mouth when her mum got the call. She won the role, and although Arabella was a bit dazed too much to fully process the news — that she would be the next Hermione Granger — she knew it was something to celebrate.
Still, for all the years after, she developed a funny habit. Every time she talked about Hermione, or played her, or thought about her at all, she would remember that sickly-sweet taste of guy-cum in her mouth, and the way it felt being swallowed and leaving that thirsty feeling in her mouth for hours, and the way it had left her feeling so connected with the casting director's groin and cock, even months after the event had taken place.
She never shook it, and some part of her knew she'd never be able to. What she did to win the role had become a core memory of her experiences as an actress, and maybe one day, she might even have found herself secretly proud of her secret shame, and of the lengths she had gone to in order to excel in her field.