America's Next Sex Symbol (Open)

(((OOC: This thread needs more contestants as well as a host, post in the OOC Thread to join in the fun.)))

“Terrible, absolutely no chance of making it. This isn’t America’s next fat cow, we’re looking for sex symbols. You look terrible and should feel terrible, leave immediately.” Mr. Stern said bluntly from behind the table. In front of him was a girl that many would consider beautiful, the girl next door type. She was on the verge of tears but he didn’t let up. “You’re still here? Let me be more specific. You have no chance at all of making it in this competition and even less chance of making it in life. My advice is to do porn, they like the attainable type.”

The girl dashed from the interview room now sobbing loudly. George Stern simply pursed his lips and shuffled through the stack of headshots and papers on his desk. He looked down the line at the other judges sitting behind the large desk that separated them from the space where countless beautiful women had already been ridiculed.

The “Casting Special” for “America’s Next Sex Symbol” had been incredibly brutal thus far. Even the few girls that the other judges had seen some merit in, George ripped apart mercilessly. He was obviously looking for something fairly specific.

“Alright, who’s next? I swear I’m gonna start throwing shit at these ugly heifers if we don’t see some damn potential.”

Jane had just arrived at the screening and had seen the pretty girl run out. THe child had worn a very modest dress and that had not helped her. She knew they were looking for a sex symbol. So she wore a low cut dress that showed a good deal of clevage and stopped half way between her hip and her knee may be a little bit shorter.

She walked into the office with a smile on her face and two photos another copy of the head shoulder shot she hd used to get this invite back and also a copy of the photo in the profile.

SHe swayed up to the desk her high heels adding to her hieght and put the two photos on his desk.

"Hi im Jame Adams, I understand this is the casting for America's next sex symbol." Her soft voice sounded just a bit sultry.

George smirked from behind his paperwork as he eyed the sexy young brunette who just walked in. This girl was hot as shit and carried herself like she knew it. George knew he'd have to knock her down a few pegs.

“Silicon or saline?” George asked incredulously.

He chuckled to himself and adjusted the way he was sitting in his big chair before looking dow the lin at the other judges certain that they would absolutely gush for this designer highlighted little tanned goddess, but she was going to need to show George some edge before he would bust a nut on the table for Skinny McFat-Tits.

“Ok, you’re hot we get it, what do you do? Or are brains sold separately?”

Jane blink for a monent, "I hate to disappoint you but there has been no surgery involved with the way I look." She was accustomed to poeple assuming she was not natural.

Then she smiled sweetly, "I am about the start my junoir collage year with major in chemisty and a 3.5 GPA, thank you very much. So the brains are part of the package." At least you would go back to her degree if she could get the money.

She was not sure if she was going to far or not but.."So did you manage to get through collage to get your attitude or were you just born with it?"

George just scoffed. "Listen here bitch, just because you are a big fish in a little pond doesn't mean that you can talk to me however you like. I hold 3 doctorates from Yale, Perdue and Cal Berkley. Those are REAL universities and not penny ante Junior colleges. The fact that you even mentioned your JC GPA tells me that you aren't so bright." George tossed her headshots back at her in an arc of paper that scattered around her feet. "So what is it that you DO? Or do you hope that we're looking for University rejects who can't keep a 4.0? Why should we put you in the house?"

Jane was disliking this ass more every minute. She scoffed at him, "IF you EARNED any of those degrees you CLAIM to have you would know that a nice face, a good body and good brain all in one package is RARE combination and you would leap at the chance to have any woman who meet that trio."

She grinned at him then "WE all know I am one of that rare group. The real question here is do you have enough brains to see it or not."

This man was reminding her of someone she disliked but worked to not go overboard in her dislike of him.

Then she took a deep breath her nerves calmer now, "for the record most people dont count Seracuse as a junoir college. As far as what I do with my time. You'll have to keep me around to find out."

She lifted her shoulders briefly, "its your call, and the others, as to if you keep one of your most promises candidates or not. By turning me down you have every thing to lose and nothing to gain. The group can decide."

Her attitude was back the way it had been when things were going well for her if this group couldnt see that she would go back to what she was doing with this atitude and be fine.

She smiled broadly she knew she had nothing to loose.

"Damn you're a bitch!" George Stern announced boldly before quieting down and turning to the absolutely stunning female judge to his right. "Do we have a bitch yet? Overconfident sorority whore who everyone loves to hate? This girl definately fits that bill."

Despite the fact that he was being very insulting to the contestant as well as breaking the fourth wall (so to speak) by revealing the "Types" that producers look for in the casting of reality shows, George still said this loud enough for cameras and the contestant to hear. Before he even waited for a reply from his stunning co-worker, George returned to his assault on Jane.

"Ok, I guess you missed my question earlier, otherwise didn't understand me, or were busy being a bitch, so I'll be more specific. What DO YOU DOOOOO?" George asked loudly while leaning forward and pretending like he was talking to a dog. "This show is a contest for sex symbols, people who do things where their appearance could gain them popularity. Though your appearance could definately gain you popularity, you have to do something besides be a bitch and go to school. From our conversation so far those are the only things I know about you. Do you sing? Do you act? Do you dance? Do you model? Do you do porno? Do you shoot ping-pong balls out of your fucking asshole? You have to do SOMETHING other than be a bitch to make this show."

George regained his composure, smoothing out his immaculate suit and carefully straightening out his gelled hair. He returned to his seat.

"I thought you had some Head and Shoulders shit that you did, but you were being so much of a bitch that I threw it at you. Tell me about your modeling, step up to the plate. A sex symbol must be able to take charge of a situation without taking it over. You have the looks sure, but in addition to that you'll need to display the grace, poise, confidence, leadership, charisma, and HUMILITY that a good Sex Symbol needs." George was certain to hit the last category hard. "You might have what it takes to get there, but you have to have SOMETHING."

She knew from expereince that the generally the loader easyier some one yelled that was usually the extend of them.

SHe smiled, "your right I do model, swimsuits and Victoria Secrets, mostly. Trust me I have been dealing with worse then you for some time. Never lost me cool or my pose."

Her smiled was engageing. "I can see that the spot of the annoyingly stupid announcer or host has been filled very well, as well."

She paused, "now do you have any real questions left, sir?" the word was sweet and sappy but by no means fully honest or fully dishonest.