Mark Anderson sat at his desk, going through a pile of headshots submitted by wanna-be porn actresses. Many enclosed body-shots as well, some ignoring the ad's request that such shots be in bikinis. Those, he looked at for a moment, and then they went into the trash can. There was no point in casting girls who were already running the risk of getting the company in legal trouble before they ever started working. He preferred the headshots for recruiting anyway -- plenty of girls who looked good in a still couldn't carry themselves in a sexy way on film, and vice-versa. But there was something in the eyes, Mark though, that could come through in a photo, that could tell you whether or not a girl was a good risk.<br/><br/>He picked up one photo and stopped cold, then sat up straighter in his chair. The girl in the picture looked to be in her early 20s. She'd lost the baby-fat of youth, and some of the bone structure showed, but it was remarkable structure, and her skin was clean and flawless, her auburn hair long, her lips full and sensuous. And her eyes... there was potential there, something that told him this girl needed only the right touch to become a panting, moaning goddess on screen.<br/><br/>Standing up, he picked up her photo and one other, striding out of his office to a small area where a receptionist sat. He set the photos and the paperwork that went with them on her desk. "Linda -- call in these two. I want to see them as soon as possible. If anyone's looking at me, I'll be down at the studio building on Sixth."<br/><br/>He arrived there a few minutes later, and strolled in as if he owned the place. He didn't -- it was rented -- but the employees knew he was in charge. The script girl came over with a chair, setting it up where he'd have a good view of the action. 'Breaker' Bill, one of his regular actors, was having his way with a little blonde thing, holding her up against the wall with one hand on her throat and the other on thigh as he pounded her with his massive cock. She was making choking, squealing noises. Mark smiled and reached out with his mind, brushing hers lightly, bringing lust and arousal up in her until she was orgasming, writhing and shuddering in Bill's grasp.<br/><br/>Villain Films wasn't just any studio. It employed super-villains who were trying to go straight, giving them an opportunity to make a new start. No one knew that it wasn't only those on-camera who had powers, however, and Benirel, the demon of lust who walked among mortals as Mark Anderson, was quite happy that way. He settled down into his chair, enjoying the orgasmic feelings coming from the girl, and thinking about how he'd like to break in the beauty whose picture had crossed his desk.<br/><br/>