EXTRACT FOR
MRS. CLARK'S AUDITION
(Kim Hardwick)

 "Mr. Clarke, let's act like adults here.  I've been frank and forthcoming with you, and I had hoped you would return the courtesy.  The fact that your wife has no knowledge of your coming here does not bode well for your credibility.  Under the circumstances, I just don't see how we can come to an arrangement."  I stared at him, waiting for him to respond.  The fact that he continued to avoid eye contact confirmed my suspicions that something wasn't 'kosher' here.

"No, Mr. Smith, you're right, I haven't been forthcoming with you.  The fact is my wife doesn't love me anymore; she doesn't care whether or not we have sex.  She only agreed to go to an audition to raise some money for a divorce."  He began to sob.

He continued, "I thought that maybe her being tied up and whipped a bit would add some spice to our sex life.  Perhaps it would rekindle her desire for intimacy with me knowing that I was responsible for her debasing herself."

I stood up, barely able to control myself.  The ideal candidate for my films is a woman who has the outward appearance of being respectable, possibly a tad frigid.  Furthermore, having no inkling of her impending doom lends an air of authenticity that no actress can replicate.  In short, Mrs. Clarke is my BDSM Unicorn; the woman who doesn't exist. And she's coming over tonight to be destroyed.

"I understand your concerns Mr. Clarke; however, I'm still uncertain about using your wife for this film..."

"Please Mr. Smith; I'm desperate to end my wife's frigidity."

I walked over to the window in order to hide my smile.  Let him wallow for a bit, uncertain as to my decision.  Personally, I was already playing out in my mind certain scenarios for this film.  Truly barbaric, indeed.

"Yes, Mr. Clarke, the answer is yes, I will use your wife in my latest film.  You seem like a decent Christian; I will do my best to save your marriage."  I walked over and took his hand.

"I will give you this contract to review and then return, signed of course.  I won't take advantage of the situation and pay you less than the standard scale.  I need to have this signed contract returned to me before we can proceed with the filming." 

He nodded and I offered him some wine; he declined so as to return with his wife.  He signed the contract and left it on the table.  After leaving with a promise to return with his wife by eight tonight, I looked at it and noticed that he forged her signature.  This was getting better all the time.

After leaving my loft, I sat down to internally go over the plot of the film.  The possibilities for an award winning film were endless.  The fact that my subject would be a 'vanilla' housewife, extremely attractive, if the photographs were to be believed, combined with her looked for reaction to my brutal punishment would be extremely arousing.  The situations demand the upmost in crude brutality.  And a willingness to forego basic human decency; I haven't been this excited in some time.