The Screen Test

By Roberto Alcazar

It was to be a screen test, wasn’t it? But why in a SM studio and why the fetish clothing, a young girl wonders when she reports for an ‘audition’ with a video production company. Bewildered, frightened and amazed, she is seduced into a lesbian relationship as she gradually makes her way into the world of professional erotic video productions. She learns that most of this world is about money but sometimes also about love and friendship. And that it means power over others and a splendid chance for cold-blooded revenge.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Roberto Alcazar
• Release date: Oct 27, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463891063

Roberto Alcazar

Alcazar is a widely traveled author who currently lives in Europe. Working as an international consultant, he translates complex technical subjects into everyday language. He is the author of several professional books and a large number of articles.Over the past few years he has applied his writing skills to a series of BDSM, Lesbian and Transgender stories . His life-long interest and active participation in BDSM gives his stories a real authentic feeling. All stories are written against the backdrop of countries and cities in different parts of the world. He also has a fondness for letting his stories end with a wickedly unexpected twist.When reviewing one of his stories, a steaming blend of BDSM fantasy and actual technological possibilities, a critic wrote,... he has succeeded in making something totally outrageous sound entirely plausible... And has done so erotically...,

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The Screen Test

An Alcazar BDSM Novel

Copyright © 2019 Roberto Alcazar

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Any people depicted in stock imagery are models and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

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Revision date TST_V4: October 2019

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1 – Screen-test?

It was a lovely Saturday afternoon in early spring. The ancient trees bent gracefully over the rippling water of the canal, their gently waving branches covered with delicate young leaves of a translucent green that filtered the bright sunlight into a mesmerizing pattern of shades. The deep silence was only broken by far off traffic sounds.

She halted in front of the stately 18th century building and looking up at the imposing facade, she pulled the crumpled print from her canvas backpack and re-read the e-mailed directions for the twentieth time since she had left home. They told her how to reach the address (a five minute walk from the Central Station), a telephone number (in case of delays) and the instructions, short and to the point, Come alone, dress casually and bring a change of (under) clothes. Be there 14.00 sharp and ring the basement bell twice.

This had to be the place!

Folding up the instructions, she hesitated for a few moments, her heart bouncing wildly. Then she reached for the basement bell and pressed it firmly. Almost at once an intercom buzzer sounded and a female voice said, Yes?

Georgette, I’ve come for the screen-test.

Come in, said the voice and the remotely controlled lock opened with a loud ‘clack!’

She stepped inside and found herself in a brightly lit, marble floored corridor. Waiting at the far end was a good-looking woman in her late thirties, wearing a long and very tight fitting bright-blue dress that accentuated her well-shaped figure. As she came forward to meet Georgette, she held out her hand and said, Hi! I am Mrs Lydia. Please come with me.

Mrs Lydia took her down the corridor with rapid but very short steps. Georgette glanced sideways at the tight skirted long dress and the very high heeled shoes that peeped from under its hem. It looked nice and sexy but did not seem to be a very comfortable or practical outfit for going up and down stairs.

Watch your head, dear, said Mrs Lydia when they came to some steps that had a very low arched ceiling over them. At the bottom of the steps was a heavy oaken door that opened into a large, windowless basement room. It was well-proportioned and pleasantly lit, its floor covered with large, dun coloured ceramic tiles. Three of its walls were covered by heavy, Bordeaux-red curtains; the remaining wall and the ceiling were neatly whitewashed. A full-size mahogany wardrobe, flanked by two large chests of drawers, lined the whitewashed wall and she noticed a panel with a closely grouped collection of switches over one of the chests. The only furniture she saw was a low couch, a low coffee table and a slightly higher easy chair in a corner. There was no other furniture, apart from two rather uncomfortable looking stools, pushed against the wall.

Sit down, dear, said Mrs Lydia, gesturing at the couch. Georgette sat down obediently, her knees primly together and her backpack at her feet.

So, you want to do a screen-test? Mrs. Lydia asked a bit snappish while she looked appraisingly at Georgette.

Georgette nodded nervously and answered Yes!

First show me your ID card, demanded Mrs Lydia sternly.

After some fumbling, Georgette fished her purse from her backpack and handed the card to the older woman.

Mmm; so, you’re just over 20 years old; that’s good, said Mrs Lydia as she handed back the little plastic card. I´m sorry for this but we have to make sure you’re over 18 and a legal resident, you know, she explained.

Georgette mumbled that it did not matter and Mrs. Lydia asked in a businesslike voice, Have you done modelling or something like this before? Been on the stage, done any acting?

No, not at all.

And do you fully understand what will be required of you?

The e-mail said that I was to perform certain – ah – erotic acts during the screen-test, replied Georgette and Mrs. Lydia let out a tired sigh.

First of all, let’s make sure that we understand each other, snapped Mrs Lydia. To begin with, from now on you will address me as ‘Madam’; is that clear?.

Yes, Madam, said Georgette, slightly taken aback by Mrs. Lydia’s harsh manner.

"Right; now about this screen test. We produce, let’s say, rather specialized adult films of a very high quality. The reason why