Henry Golding hadn’t been nervous about auditioning in a long time but as he sat outside the casting room with his leg bouncing up and down, it felt like he was the new kid on the block again. He read over the lines as if he hadn’t practiced them 30 times by now but the other actors he’d seen since arriving only made him less confident of his chances. The part was juicy, different from anything he’d played before but he knew it was highly sought after so he had to really nail his audition. The role was for a man with an average job and average life who strikes up a relationship with his boss only to use the opportunity to effectively steal his life; his money, his influence, and even pieces of his personality until he’s the one living the better life. A thriller like this would allow him to show his range as an actor and he was determined to win it.

“Mr. Golding? You’re up” a woman from the casting room announced as another actor walked out with the sharpest jaw line he’d ever seen. “Alright, thanks” Henry answered and gathered himself enough to walk in and stand in front of the table where a casting director sat. “Are you ready, Mr. Golding?” the man questioned. “Uhh, yes. Yes I am” Henry answered with none of his usual charm. “Alright, proceed” the same man instructed and Henry took a pause before starting. “Did you really think I would just keep working 10 hours a day for you like a machine while you steal me away between meetings to get you off?? Did you expect me to happily fuck you and go home to my boyfriend like everything was fine?? Little did I know how much you were really fucking me over; I didn’t even get a bonus this year because you didn’t want anyone to be suspicious! Well things are about to change…I’m not your office fling anymore or your workhorse, not anymore. I’m going to work the hours I want and if I’m gonna keep blowing you and doing whatever else you want, you’re gonna pay me for it like I’m the best lay in town. Do I make myself clear?” Henry finished and fell back into his normal smiley self.

“I hope that’s what you were going for with the character; you know, kind of meek and mild until he embraces a more confident, domineering attitude” Golding explained. “Well done; you’ll be hearing from us. Thanks for coming in” was all the man said and Henry deflated a little. “Oh, alright. Thanks for your time” Henry answered before walking out, carefully looking over to see what notes had been written down – ‘I didn’t believe him’. Golding left the building pretty defeated; he thought he’d killed it. He figured the scene was a pivotal moment for the character and played it as a real turning point but they didn’t seem to think he was good enough. “Shit. They’ll probably give it to that Zac Efron lookalike” Henry grumbled as he got in his car and went home but later that evening he received a call he wasn’t expecting.

“Hello?” “Is this Henry Golding?” a woman asked. “May I ask who’s calling?” “This is Kim from the casting office” “Oh, yes, yes this is Henry” “Well, the casting director want you for another read-through tomorrow at 3 p.m. Are you available?” “Yes! I am, I’ll be there” “Great, have a good night” Kim added before hanging up and Henry nearly sprang off his couch, beaming with excitement that he had another chance. “Well they must’ve liked me enough to wanna see me again…I’ll just have to really blow them away this time” the 34 yr. old stud said to himself, unable to stop smiling from the news as his wheels started turning with plans for his second audition.

Henry arrived a little before 3 the next day dressed closer to what he thought the character would wear in the scene; a white button down tucked into his navy blue slacks, a patterned tie, and shiny brown loafers with blue dress socks. Although he felt more confident today he was still nervous, especially upon realizing there were at least 5 other guys they’d called back. His ego told him to be annoyed at the fact that he was even having to try this hard after starring in several films by now but the other half of him knew it didn’t matter; he’d have to prove himself if he really wanted this role. “Mr. Golding, you’re up” Kim, the woman from the previous day announced but this time she closed the door behind Henry, staying on the outside while he walked toward the middle of the room to see the same casting director staring at him. “I’m assuming you have the new scene ready to go?” “Yes I do” “Well, what are you waiting for?” the man asked like Henry was wasting his time or something but as the movie star stood there trying to prepare himself to read, something came over him.

He looked back up at the man with a solid expression and walked over to the wall before grabbing a chair without a word. “What are you doing? This isn’t the scene” he asked but Golding didn’t respond, instead sitting the chair down in front of the table and staring back at the older man. “Men like you are always on top; they get what they want and use whoever they have to just to keep their power but I know what men like you really want. They don’t want to be on top all the time; they want to give up the control and power for a while, dominated even” Henry explained with a solid, almost smug expression. “What are you talking about?? Those aren’t the lines” the man tried to make sense of but Henry didn’t respond, instead casually propping his feet on the table and crossing them at the ankle in front of the casting director. “Take off my shoes” “What??” “You heard me, take em’ off” Henry commanded, incredibly sure of himself.

“No uhh…I’m not doing that, just get your feet off the table” he tried to reject but the toe of Henry’s shoe caught his chin and guided his gaze back toward the table. “I’m not asking” Golding made clear as the man seemed to lose all his usual authority and reluctantly gave in, untying the left loafer and pulling it off before repeating the same thing with the opposite foot. “Mmm, that feels better” Henry sighed with a smile as his toes fanned out a little in the blue sheer socks in front of the frazzled director. “Tell me how they smell” Golding instructed. “I don’t think…this isn’t” “Tell me how they smell” Henry doubled down, this time planting his right foot on the man’s nose and letting it melt across his face. The director shifted in his chair a little like he didn’t know what to do and breathed in Henry’s socked foot with obvious hesitation like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to or not but Henry had made up his mind for him. “How are they?” “…they smell fine” “I don’t wanna hear fine; I want a better answer than that” Henry pressed with a stern tone.

“They smell…fantastic” “Better than my underwear you take home with you?” “…definitely” the man answered like he wasn’t resisting as much. Henry smiled and put his foot back down on the table, now resting both feet upright and watching the casting director’s eyes struggle to leave them. The sheer socks left little to the imagination and the man could see his pink heels wrinkled against the table top and how incredibly soft both soles looked staring back at him. “If they smell so good then show me” Henry instructed. “What…what do you mean?” “I mean bury your face in my feet and show me how great they really smell” Golding answered as if he’d done this before and the director leaned down to immerse himself in the warm, savory feet. “That’s it…breath it in” Henry guided before wiggling his toes across the man’s forehead as his cheeks rested against both soles, allowing him nothing but the smell of ripe sweaty leather and cheesy tang to inhale.

The man’s nervous breathing became more relaxed the longer he stayed at Henry’s socked feet, seemingly losing the desire to question the actor’s sudden roleplay. “Now take my socks off, right one first” Henry instructed with his chin now resting on his fist as he watched the director reach up to grab the sock. To Henry’s surprise the man didn’t even hesitate, taking the top of the right sock and peeling it down until inch by inch his foot was fully exposed, nearly stopping the director’s train of thought altogether after being memorized by the glorious bare foot. Henry got him back on track with the toes of his socked foot, directing his chin again back in the direction he wanted. “Did I say you could stare?” “No…no, I’m sorry” “Now take the other sock off…with your teeth this time” Golding added and the older man pushed the pant leg up until he could grip the top of the sock between his teeth and pulled it back with anxious anticipation like he couldn’t wait to have both naked feet in front of him.

The sheer material slipped off Henry’s watermelon pink toes and he grinned at the sight of the casting director in awe of his feet, even wiggling his toes for a few seconds and watching the man’s eyes try to decide with row to follow. “Now, we both know how…enthusiastic you are when my clothes are on the floor and your boxers are full so I expect nothing less right now; show me how much you like my feet. Give them what they deserve” Henry demanded with a clear, confident position of power in his voice. “Yes, sir” the man obliged like he was on the verge of drooling until the picked up the left foot and kissed the base of his heel, followed by a second and third and so on all the way up the fresh size 11. His eager lips left the juicy big toe and he stuck out his tongue before carefully licking down the edge of his foot and along the low arch until returning to the peach heel.

Henry laid back in the chair a little more to relax and the director flattened his tongue against the heel to trail back up the incredibly smooth sole, this time winding from side to side across before wrapping his lips around the side just under his big toe. He let out a low moan of pleasure as he started slurping and massaging the tender sole like his appetite was growing, his lust for Henry’s captivating feet intensifying the longer he worshiped them. “You should consider this a treat” Golding added with an almost cocky smirk on his kind face, fully embracing the character’s dominant turn in the script. “They’re delicious” the director replied between slurps before kissing all over the buffet of perfect toes, like rose petals against his lips until he wiggled his tongue back and forth across the lush balls. Henry couldn’t help but let out a quick, surprised giggle and pulled back for a second, “No tickling!” he corrected with a playful slap of his foot against the director’s cheek. “Yes, sir” the man answered like he didn’t even mind the smack and stuffed the big toe in his mouth, letting his lips slide up and down with slow dedication before his tongue started snaking around it at the same time like a Push-Pop he didn’t want to drip.

“That’s it…just like that. Why don’t you massage my other foot too?” Henry suggested and the director followed suit, taking the second foot in his hands and kneading into his sole with both thumbs. Golding didn’t exactly seem to relish in the fact his feet were being serviced like the director expected, no moans of pleasure or words of how good it felt. He was playing the character, a man turning the tables on his boss by using his beautiful feet to put a kind of spell on him and even if it wasn’t the exact scene on the page, Henry’s interpretation was obviously believable this time. The man slowly licked across the rest of the toes in front of him, careful not to tickle Henry again and put the four smaller ones in his mouth. He sucked on them like a thick milkshake, savoring every bit of flavor he could for a few minutes until he was licking between them and watching the other set of toes curl a little as his tongue proved Henry really was quite ticklish. Every slip between two neighboring toes had to be calculated to avoid getting a ticklish reaction but knowing his feet were so sensitive only made them more alluring.

“You’re doing a better job than I expected for an executive…but now I want you on your back” “What?” “You heard me. Lye down over here” Henry explained as a hint of reluctance flashed across the director’s face but Golding’s eyes didn’t budge, staring back at him like the man didn’t have a choice. The director couldn’t seem to help but follow his instruction, getting up from the table and lying on his back next to Henry, “Now what?” “You let me worry about that” Golding answered before sitting on the table and letting his feet drape over the man’s face, his legs just long enough to rest his feet flat. “You’re going to lick my feet until they’re shiny enough to see your reflection, until all you can taste is the layer of salty sweat from soaking in my shoes. Got it?” Henry laid out like a true foot master. “But I uhh…actually” “Got it??” “…yes” “Yes what?” “Yes, sir” the director answered as the momentary hesitation faded and he indulged in the hypnotic feet again.

The director let his tongue glide along the foot he hadn’t gotten a taste of yet but didn’t pull back after a long lick, instead running back the opposite direction before jumping to the other foot. “Come on, you can do better than that” Henry added from above, pushing the man to step up his approach and start lathering the supple sole from side to side. Golding smiled at how willing the director was to satisfy him and used his other foot to rub against his check and tease his lip with his big toe while the man did his best to lick his foot to glossy perfection. “Now, I know there are other people in consideration for this part but I think it’s been settled, wouldn’t you say?” Henry tried to assert. “…I uhh…” the man answered between licks and Golding stuffed a few toes past his lips, wiggling around in his mouth while his other foot played in his hair a little, toying with him like a real puppet master.

“Are you sure about that? Can you really tell me another man could possibly walk in here and have a better audition than mine?” Henry challenged as the director struggled to think straight, high off the heavenly feet overwhelming his senses. “…you’re…right” the man answered between slurps and Henry pulled his toes back to tease his lips and caress his face. “Say it” “…it’s yours” “What is?” “…the part…it’s yours” he clarified as his tongue tried to get at Henry’s toes. “Great!” Henry answered as he hopped off the table and sat in the chair to put his shoes and socks back on. “…that’s it?!” “What else were you expecting?” Golding answered with a humored grin. “…listen, I think you can play this part but the studio might end up wanting somebody else…I can’t really make any 100% guarantees” the casting director added like he hated to mention it, prompting Henry to peel one sock back off and toss it to him as a fragrant reminder of the convincing audition if he ever started having second thoughts. “I’m sure you’ll make the right choice.”