MILF Paradise System-Chapter 303: Desperate For MILFs

"So, you ready?" I asked Michael, leaning back in my chair.

"Yeah bro, let’s see what kind of MILFs have applied for casting," he said, pulling out a pair of fake glasses and sliding them on with a serious expression, trying to look like a professional producer.

"What the hell, bro?" I laughed, shaking my head at how ridiculous he looked.

"What? I have to look the part," he replied, completely serious.

"Okay... Neil, send the first one in," I called out.

A few seconds later the door opened and someone walked in.

It was an older woman. The moment she stepped into the room, the entire atmosphere changed. A strong, heavy smell of sweat, floor cleaner, and dust filled the air, the unmistakable scent of someone who had been working hard all day.

I recognized her instantly. It was the janitor from our college, the one who cleaned the hallways and classrooms every single day.

"Hello," she said politely, stepping forward and stopping in front of the table where Michael and I were seated.

"Hey, aren’t you—" I started to ask, but the words died in my throat. She clearly didn’t recognize either of us. She had probably seen thousands of students over the years, and to her we were just two more random guys.

She looked at me with a slightly confused, tired expression, waiting for us to begin.

She had big, heavy breasts that strained against her old, faded uniform shirt, but she was filthy in the literal sense, not the sexy kind. Her clothes were worn and slightly dirty from hours of cleaning, there were visible sweat stains under her arms, and her hair was tied back in a messy bun. She looked exhausted and completely out of place in this fake casting setup.

She really smelled kind of bad, a heavy, musky mix of old sweat, floor cleaner, and a long day’s hard work that hit you the second she stepped into the room.

I glanced at Michael. He was staring at the janitor with hungry, wide eyes, like he had just seen the hottest woman alive.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

"Please take a seat," Michael said, trying his best to sound professional.

She nodded and sat down on the sofa opposite us. Her worn-out uniform stretched tightly across her heavy breasts, the fabric faded and slightly stained from years of cleaning.

This was not what I was expecting at all.

Michael noticed the horrified look on my face and leaned in close, lowering his voice. "Dude, what happened? Just play along."

"Okay," I muttered, forcing myself back into character.

I picked up the list of questions they had prepared earlier. "So... what kind of job do you have right now?"

"I’m a janitor at a college," she answered plainly.

"Smash. Next question," Michael whispered under his breath, almost desperately.

I shot him a glare. "Dude, what the hell?"

He ignored me completely and tried to look serious, resting his chin on his hands like a real Hollywood producer.

"Okay... a janitor," I continued, trying not to laugh. "And why do you want to apply for this casting?"

"I heard you’ll be paying well," she replied honestly.

"Would," Michael whispered again, barely able to contain himself, still staring at her with that same hungry look.

I couldn’t believe Michael was actually getting horny for this woman. Maybe he had a thing for smelly, working-class types. Either way, I didn’t want to deal with her anymore.

"Okay," I said, trying to end this as quickly as possible. "So would you like to proceed to the next room and start filming the audition with my colleague here, Mr. Michaelangelo?"

I exaggerated his name on purpose, drawing it out dramatically.

The janitor paused for a moment and looked at me. She played nervously with a strand of her messy hair, her eyes suddenly filled with a hungry, almost desperate look.

"Umm... I was hoping you’d take my audition," she said, her voice lower than before. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Michael stared at me, his mouth slightly open, clearly thinking what the hell is happening here?

This woman had been seduced by me.

"I would join you both, but I’d like you to continue with him first," I said politely, giving Michael the chance he clearly wanted.

"I don’t think so," she replied, "I would be happy to give my audition to you personally." As she spoke, she moved one hand up to her heavy breasts and gave them a slow squeeze, trying to tempt me.

But after the night I’d just had with three incredibly hot, thick MILFs, this woman was nowhere near the same level. She simply didn’t compare.

Michael quickly jumped in before things got more awkward. "We’ve got your profile," he said, standing up and gesturing toward the door. "We’ll call you if we think you’re the right fit for our production. Thanks for coming."

The janitor looked disappointed but nodded. She gave me one last lingering glance before finally turning and leaving the room.

The moment the door closed behind her, Michael let out a long breath and turned to me with wide eyes.

"Dude... what the fuck was that?" he asked, half-angry, half-shocked. "She was straight-up hitting on you."

"No idea, man," I said, shaking my head. "I tried my best to get you in her pants. Let’s just move on to the next one."

Michael looked like he was about to cry from frustration, but he nodded and called for the next applicant.

The pattern repeated itself in the most ridiculous way possible.

The second woman who walked in was a garbage collector. She was even smellier than the janitor, a thick, pungent odor of rotting trash and sweat filled the room the second she stepped inside.

Michael’s eyes lit up like he had won the lottery, but she barely looked at him. Her gaze locked straight on me, and she started playing with her hair, trying to flirt.

Same thing with the third, a sewage cleaner. She smelled like she had spent the entire day knee-deep in the worst parts of the city. Michael was practically drooling, ready to drop to his knees and worship her pussy on the spot, but she ignored him completely.

None of the MILFs wanted anything to do with Michael while I was in the room.

Michael was getting more and more desperate with each rejection.

He really had chosen the wrong person for this.

I was getting fed up with this shit, every MILF who walked in was chopped. Then, to my surprise, a woman walked in, and her scent instantly changed the room.