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Authors name: Gungadick (yataals@aol.com)
Story title : A Promising Career

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A Promising Career (MFF, rom, work)
by Gungadick (yataals@aol.com)

***

Taking on the job of a small town theatre director has 
its own rewards. 

***

Sweat Equity. If anyone ever asks you what a profession 
on stage is like; give them those two words. I actually 
think that that is why the term 'Actors Equity' started 
being used to denote the old stage actor's guild. They 
just shortened it by dropping the 'Sweat' part. 

I had gotten tired of trying to 'make it' on Broadway and 
was disgusted with the crap I'd been performing 'Off 
Broadway' so I had sought employment elsewhere. Of 
course, that's not what I had told anyone who asked. To 
them I would say, 'I'm searching out new avenues. 
Something with a little more independence. I want to 
direct'. Yeah, right! 

I had an old friend who was directing community theatre 
in upstate New York and who was taking a job in L.A. He 
had called me and said he had recommended me for the 
position he was leaving. I had packed up all of my paltry 
belongings into the back of my classic Chevy 409 'Woody' 
with the rebuilt engine courtesy of the dowager who's boy 
toy I'd been for the past year and a half and had driven 
up to the Adirondacks with hat in hand. 

I had a sterling resume. I'd studied theatre at Columbia; 
was familiar with props; lighting; costuming; acting; and 
I'd directed a couple of classics that had gotten so-so 
reviews in the Times and raves in the Village Voice. The 
board of trustees was duly impressed and totally 
unawares, so the job was mine. It was a seasonal 
position. 

The theatre did mostly summer stock with a few holiday 
extravaganzas thrown in if I wanted to hang around in the 
off-season. The pay wasn't all that good; about thirty-
nine a year. I was asked if I knew of anyone who could do 
the stage manager's job, since the last one had been my 
friend's wife, which paid twenty-five a year. I told them 
I'd do both for fifty-five a year and they were glad to 
have me.

I was delighted to find out that a small cottage next to 
the theatre was part of the deal. It was nice since it 
was close to the job, but it was also bad because 'it was 
close to the job'. I moved in with the help of my 
departing friend and then we went out to celebrate. We 
had a grand old time. Unfortunately, I don't remember 
much of it, but it must have been grand because his wife 
called me every weekend for a month and talked dirty to 
me while she got off on the other end. I sure wish I 
could remember that night.

I quickly settled in and became a member of the 
community. Off-season population in the area was about 
three thousand. In the summer it was more like thirty 
thousand, but seemed more like ten times that amount.

I put together a proposal for the season and sent it off 
to the trustees. The only doubts they had were the series 
of one act avant-garde pieces I wanted to do. I told them 
I wanted to solicit some college and precocious high-
schoolers for those pieces and give them a chance to 
smell the grease paint. They thought that was a brilliant 
idea and soon it sounded like it had been theirs. 

I talked to the treasurer and asked how I went about 
accessing funds and she told me to drop by her house and 
we could discuss it. She told me her husband worked late 
on Wednesdays and that would be the best time to come. I 
watched her as she walked away and decided it might not 
be a good idea. I found out later that her husband wasn't 
actually working on those evenings, but that's another 
story.

I sent out casting calls to all the trade papers and soon 
we were up to full speed. I had a few 'big' name screen 
actors who inquired. They wanted to 'hone their craft' 
they told me and I told most of them to kiss off. The 
first play we put on was 'Look Homeward Angel' and the 
auditions were awash with talent. My biggest problem 
turned out to be casting. 

I was amazed at the free hand I was given. I was a little 
put off the first day when a few of the trustees showed 
up, but I soon learned they were only there to audition 
for small roles or to beg me to let them help with 
lighting, props, and costumes. I had to bite halfway 
through my tongue as I gave them a contemplative look and 
finally said, "Oh what the hell. You're hired."

My first Wednesday with the treasurer turned out to be 
more pleasant than I had expected. She was a very 
athletic woman with a hell of a body. She had a small 
oral fixation, which suited me fine. As I was leaving 
that evening she remembered something and handed me a 
check from the trustees, which she said was my budget. I 
looked at the amount and wasn't too surprised. I'd had to 
do summer seasons Off-Broadway with amounts not much 
larger than that. 

"Well, it's a little tight," I told her, "but I think 
I'll be able to manage."

"I'll try to get a little more for the next play," she 
told me. And I had to cough to hide my amazement. 

"How much more do you think?" I asked her.

"Well," she said, "I think a lot of the supporters want 
to see how well 'Look Homeward' goes before they're 
willing to buy in fully, but I just know you'll do well." 

I grabbed her naked ass and pulled her into me as I 
washed her tonsils with my tongue and then I bid her 
farewell. I don't think my feet touched the ground the 
entire way back to my cottage. 

The cottage was misnamed. It was more of a town house. I 
only used the downstairs and the four upstairs bedrooms 
went unused. Even so, I felt like I was rattling around 
downstairs. I put the check down on the kitchen table and 
pressed it flat with the palms of my hands. I poured 
myself a couple of fingers of single malt and toasted my 
good fortune. 

I'd never seen five zeros on a check for one play before. 
I pulled out the little bound book that I used for each 
play to list expenses, ideas, and the names and addresses 
of the cast and crew. I picked up the phone and contacted 
one of the big name actresses that I had passed over 
because of her demands and told her if she was still 
willing she had the part. I could hear the excitement in 
her voice and wondered if the rumors I'd heard about her 
were true. I told myself to find out.

The play had been one of the extra holiday pieces and was 
scheduled to coincide with Spring Break and Easter. When 
the list of actors was published, a small craze swept the 
town and the four showings we had planned quickly 
expanded to seven. I did a quick tally of the house 
figures and realized that the damn play was pretty much 
going to pay for itself. My mind began to whir and I 
tossed around some ideas on how to use some of the extra 
money. 

The entire production from beginning to end was a dream. 
The actors took direction well, even though some of them 
had doubts about some of my ideas. Costuming and props 
were a dream. The community acted as though being a 
member of the company was a major thing and they all 
sought to outdo each other. The only problem I had was 
with lighting. There was an old man who volunteered to do 
the lighting and had done so for about twenty years. 

The only problem was that he was as deaf as a post, which 
made for some funny moments during rehearsals. Everyone 
loved the old geezer and I couldn't bring myself to fire 
the old bastard. I solved the problem when he brought his 
grandson in one day to show him how theatre was done and 
I found that the youngster was more than happy to become 
his grandfather's apprentice. I even gave him a small 
stipend. 

We opened to a packed house and closed to a standing 
ovation. All seven performances were SRO, and I got the 
best reviews I'd ever had; even in the N.Y. Times. I 
think my favorite part of all was on closing night when 
the famous actress and the treasurer put on a little 
private theatre for me. I gave them a standing ovation 
also, but they took care of that problem real quick.

There was a meeting of the board a week after the last 
performance and I was lauded to the point of 
embarrassment. They spoke of casting me in bronze, but I 
told them I'd be just as happy if they only lined my 
pockets with gold. The laughter died away and they handed 
me the budget for the first summer production. I was so 
overwhelmed by the amount I almost fell to my knees. 

I thought about offering them all oral gratification, but 
I settled on just offering them profuse thanks, which 
brought me to the small idea I had in the back of my 
mind. I put forth the idea of offering a small grant to 
four promising collegiate actors, who would spend the 
summer working on and in the upcoming plays. There was a 
lot of hemming and hawing until I told them that the 
interns could live in the cottage with me and that the 
stipend would only be a couple of thousand a piece. 

Suddenly they thought it would be a grand idea, 
especially since I told them to choose the Universities 
and to promote the applications under their names. It 
would make them appear to be friends of the Universities 
and would raise their status. I told them I wanted two 
girls and two boys and left the matter in their hands.

It was a Sunday. The last Sunday in May. I was trying to 
catch up on some stage managing and had decided to work 
on the Sabbath. I was wearing an old pair of paint 
spattered coveralls and was sweating like a pig. I hadn't 
noticed, but I had smeared my face with streaks of dirt 
when I reached up to wipe the sweat off of my brow. All 
in all, I imagine I looked pretty disheveled. I was 
trying to move some large backdrop panels using an 
overhead hoist and was having some problems. 

"Jesus H. Christ!" I spat out. 

A little bit of guilt came over me and even though I knew 
no one else was in the theatre, I looked around to make 
sure no one had heard me swear. As I looked behind me I 
found a young woman standing there and I jerked back. 

"What do you want?" I asked a little curtly; angry at 
being startled and transferring my anger onto the first 
available victim.

Her eyes widened a little at my tone and it was then that 
I noticed she had a couple of bags by her feet. I saw a 
cloud pass over her eyes and knew that I had angered her. 
She looked me up and down and a small sneer curved the 
right corner of her lips.

"Sorry," I said, "you startled me. What can I do for 
you?"

My apology apparently hadn't appeased her and her tone of 
voice was enough to chill the sweat on my brow.

"I went by the house, but no one was there," she said, 
crossing her arms across a very ample chest.

I was a little perplexed. I was trying to figure out what 
she was talking about and gave her a quick once over. She 
was young, but I couldn't tell how young. Late teens at 
the most. She had a cloud of red hair stacked on top of 
her head and tendrils draped across her temples. It was 
that dark red that was almost auburn. I could tell she 
had green eyes from twenty feet away. She was wearing 
loose fitting slacks and a knit pullover. 

Her crossed over arms were the only thing that gave 
evidence of the figure underneath. Like I said, she was 
stacked. She was very attractive. One of those faces 
where you couldn't explain what made it pretty. It just 
was. You could tell she would become a real head turner 
as she got older. I also noticed that she was tapping a 
foot as she waited for my reply.

"Who are you looking for?" I asked. And suddenly it 
struck me. She was one of the interns. Treasurer lady had 
told me to expect a young woman coming up from San 
Antonio, Texas, but I had entirely forgotten.

She shook her head and picked up her bags. 

"Never mind," she said with a sigh of exasperation.

"Hey, wait," I yelled at her back, but she kept on 
walking away.

I was going to chase after her when I heard her mumble, 
"Damn janitors!"

Her comment brought me up short and I stood there 
watching her retreating back. The hell with her, I told 
myself and went back to moving scenery. I took my anger 
and put it into my work. I should get pissed more often, 
I thought. Her comment kept reverberating inside my head 
and my anger wouldn't go away. If I'd had a dog; I think 
I would have kicked it. Well, maybe not. 

I thought again about going to find her, but figured I'd 
let her cool her heels. I finished moving stuff around 
and went to get a mop and pail. I had washed the stage 
and was busy marking the stops for the upcoming rehearsal 
when I heard someone clear their throat behind me. I 
stopped what I was doing and didn't bother looking up. I 
figured she had come back.

"Can't the damn janitor get any work done around here?" I 
said without turning.

"Depends on who's paying him," a familiar voice said. 

I turned to find my lady-treasurer friend standing a few 
feet away and the young woman was standing about ten feet 
behind her. I could tell from the expression on the young 
girl's face that she was a little anxious. She had 
apparently just realized who I was. I stood up and faced 
them.

"Hello, Sue," I told my friend and she gave me a more 
than friendly smile. 

"I missed you last Wednesday," she said so that only I 
could hear her. 

"I saw Phil driving up Willow brook Road," I told her in 
explanation and saw a frown crease her forehead. 
Apparently she hadn't known that her husband hadn't been 
working.

"We've got a young lady here who says she couldn't find 
the theatre director. She told me she could only find a 
'very rude janitor' type guy," she said with a wink. "I 
must say, you do look a fright," she added and stopped 
the hand that was reaching up to wipe away some dirt from 
my face. 

"Well," I said in a gruff voice, "you know help now-a-
days. Just can't any good ones. You point him out to me 
and I'll fire his rude ass."

Sue's laughter tinkled and echoed off the empty theatre 
walls. She turned and motioned the young girl forward. 
She looked even younger now as she tried to make herself 
appear small. 

"Lainie Rierson," she said as she introduced us, "meet 
Bob Courtman - director extraordinaire and hapless 
custodian."

"Nice to meet you, Lainie," I said and stuck my hand out. 
"You must be the intern from San Antonio," I said and 
stretched out the last word. I immediately felt like an 
idiot for doing so.

"Y.. yes, sir," she said as she gave me a limp hand to 
shake and it looked like she was about to curtsy. "About 
earlier.. ," she began to say.

"Let's forget about earlier, okay?" I told her. "Pretend 
we just met for the first time. Think of it as your first 
acting assignment."

She smiled then and her whole face lit up. It was a 
thousand megawatt smile and it knocked me for a loop. I'd 
have to see that again, I told myself. I led the two 
woman out of the theatre and locked the door behind us. 
We walked across the driveway that separated the house 
from the theatre and walked up onto the porch. I unlocked 
the door and picked up the bags that lie there. We fought 
over who should carry them for a moment and I won out. 

The front door faced the staircase and we went straight 
up. I told her to choose a room and she wandered from one 
to the other for a minute and chose the one at the back 
and away from the theatre. Well, brains and beauty, I 
told myself. I brought her bags to her room and dropped 
them at the foot of the bed. I offered her the nickel 
tour and we all trooped around and checked out the house. 

I showed her the bathroom upstairs and then we went down 
to the main floor and walked in a circle from the dining 
room, through the living room; into the kitchen; and back 
into the dining room where we had started. I pointed out 
the door, which opened onto my den slash office and then 
into my bedroom beyond. I told her no one was allowed 
into either without an invitation and she blushed. Sue 
frowned and gave me the evil eye. We sat at the kitchen 
table and went over the ground rules.

"Keep the noise down. Everyone does their own cooking 
unless you agree otherwise. Don't monopolize the bathroom 
or kitchen or laundry rooms. Don't spread out in the 
bathroom. Keep your cosmetics and stuff in your own room. 
No nylons hanging off of shower rods and stuff like that. 
Only one guest per person unless it's your parents. No 
overnight guests. Curfew is at midnight unless your 
twenty-one or older, but there'll be enough work that 
you'll want to be in bed early anyway. Understood?"

"Uh hun," she said as she went over the rules in her 
head.

"Oh, and," I said and gave her my best Stallone 
impression, "I am the law."

She looked at me strangely and I figured she probably 
hadn't seen the movie.

"Now you know why he doesn't act," Sue said and gave me a 
smirk.

I stuck my tongue out at her and crossed my eyes.

"I'm uh.. gonna go unpack," Lainie said. She was picking 
up the vibes between Sue and I and she was feeling 
awkward.

"Okay," I nodded. "Come back down when you're ready and 
I'll give you a walking tour of the town. We can eat at 
Giovani's. My treat."

"That would be nice," she said and smiled as she went 
around the corner.

I turned and found Sue staring at me. 

"What?" I asked.

"I can read you like a book, mister. You better keep your 
hands off of this one. She's just a baby."

"A baby!" I almost shouted. "You notice the tits on her. 
In any case. You've got me all wrong. I have no evil 
intentions. Besides, you didn't seem to have a problem 
with what's her face."

"That was different," Sue said, "and you know it. It was 
her last night here and I only did it to please you."

"Yeah right," I snorted, "that's why you were screaming 
in ecstasy when I came walking into the room."

"Well," Sue said and half smiled, "she was pretty good."

I waggled my eyebrows up and down and Sue reached over 
and smacked me on the forearm. 

"Ow!" I said and rubbed the red mark.

"Serves you right you.. you.. you Lothario you," she 
giggled. 

"You're lucky I've got company because I'd make you eat 
those words," I said and raised an eyebrow.

"Is that all you'd make me eat?" She whispered.

I chuckled and stood up. Sue reached over and grabbed my 
crotch. She dug her fingers into the material and 
squeezed my cock, which responded quickly. 

"We don't have time for this," I hissed, but she kept on 
fondling me. 

She reached for the zipper to the coveralls and then we 
heard footsteps on the stairs. I pulled away from her and 
she gave me a pout. 

"I'm going to go take a shower. Keep our little intern 
company until I get back, okay," I said and walked into 
my den and closed the door behind me.

I stripped off my work clothes and shoved them into the 
hamper. I started the water running and waited. It was an 
old system and the hot water seemed to come from the 
center of the earth. I was leaning against the sink and 
caught a glimpse of my face. No wonder she treated me 
like crap, I said to myself as I looked at the broad dirt 
smudges on my cheeks and forehead. I didn't even 
recognize myself. 

I pulled the little lever that directed the water to the 
shower head and hopped in for a quick wash. I went 
through my routine of shower, brush, and a shave and went 
to my closet for a clean pair of Dockers and a blue 
broadcloth shirt. I put on a pair of Italian loafers and 
went out to find my charge. They weren't in the dining 
room, but I heard laughter coming from the kitchen and 
headed that way. They were leaning on opposite sides of 
the sink and sharing a can of coke. Lainie blinked twice 
as I presented myself and her eyebrows went up in wonder.

"See!" Sue said. "I told you he cleans up good."

"You've got the devil in you Sue; and you're goin' to 
hell," I told her and she laughed. 

We walked out together and Sue headed for her Mercedes as 
Lainie and I turned down the sidewalk and walked past the 
Theatre, which was at one end of what was euphemistically 
called the 'main drag'. 

"That," I said and pointed across the street, "is 'the' 
grocery." "That, is 'the' filling station," I continued 
and pointed to the building next to it. "This," I said 
indicating the building we were walking past, "is 'the' 
fire station."

And, as if they had been cued, a handful of guys appeared 
at the open bay door and whistled at Lainie. 

"Hey, Bob," one of the guys yelled to me, "who's your 
little friend?"

"My sister," I yelled back and they hooted and slapped 
each other on the back.

"Those were 'the' firemen," I said and she giggled.

"I suppose this is 'the' laundromat?" Lainie said as we 
came abreast of the next building.

"Well! It looks like you've been here before," I chided 
her. 

We continued on down the street and walked past an 
assortment of retail stores and antique shops. She 
quickly picked up on the fact that there wasn't much to 
do in our little town. I stopped in front of the 
multiplex, a movie theatre with three small screens.

"And this," I told her, "is the competition. Any intern 
seen going in there will automatically be dismissed."

She looked up at me and started to laugh until she 
realized I was serious, then a stunned expression took 
the place of the laugh.

"This summer," I told her, "you're going to eat, sleep, 
and dream nothing but theatre. I don't want any of you 
having your minds corrupted by flashy special effects and 
close ups of flaring nostrils. That's not acting. In 
theatre you only get one chance to get it right. There 
are no retakes. You get the message across to the 
audience by using your voice and your body; not by 
billion dollar pyrotechnics."

"I understand," she said, but she wasn't too happy about 
it.

"C'mon," I said and grabbed her hand, "Giovani's Penne 
Florenzia will take your mind off of all your problems." 

We half ran, half walked down to the only business open 
on this spring Sunday and walked in to find a packed 
house. Giovani saw us and came rushing up to shake my 
hand. There were advantages to being the theatre director 
in a one theatre town. He showed us to a small table in 
the corner and fussed over us, asking how we were and how 
the play was coming along. 

I introduced Lainie and he smiled broadly at her and 
wished her good luck with her career. He went away and 
sent a busboy over with a basket of warm chewy Italian 
bread and a small bowl of olive oil and hearty spices. I 
showed Lainie how she was supposed to tear the bread and 
soak it in the oil. Giovani came back with a bottle of 
Chianti and pulled the cork. He poured us both a glass 
and Lainie's eyes opened wide as she looked at me. I 
shrugged and picked up my glass to make a toast.

"Here's to a fantastic season and a long career," I said 
and we clinked glasses. 

Lainie took little sips of her wine and told me about her 
family and herself. I was surprised to find out she was 
only seventeen. She continued to take little sips of her 
wine and I could tell she wasn't used to it. She asked 
why we didn't get menus and I told her that I always let 
Giovani surprise me. He usually prepared something 
special and he didn't disappoint me this time. 

He started us with a small antipasto platter covered with 
pickled olives and mushrooms, an assortment of cheeses, 
and a Prosciuto ham that was to die for. He followed that 
up with a serving of lobster penne, and finally veal 
parmigiana. We capped off the meal with tiramissu and a 
strong but sweet Italian coffee. Lainie said she was 
stuffed. Everything had been perfect and she had enjoyed 
it immensely. She was surprised when we left without 
paying and Giovani's imploring that we return followed us 
out onto the street.

We stood in front of the restaurant for a moment and told 
each other we had eaten way too much. I asked if she was 
up for a walk and she said she was. We headed in the 
opposite direction and continued on down main street. We 
reached the end of the business district and I took her 
arm and we crossed the street, looking both ways even 
though we hadn't seen a car in minutes. 

We took a side street and then turned up the street that 
paralleled the main drag. There were a lot of businesses 
on this street also, but most of them catered to the 
residents. A small hardware store; a small engine repair 
shop; a tavern and so on. We met a few people who were 
also out enjoying the unseasonably warm air. Everyone we 
met would nod to me and greet me by name.

"You've been here for a long time haven't you?" Lainie 
asked.

"Only since January," I told her. "It's a small town, and 
friendly."

We came up to a small footpath lit by antique looking 
coach lanterns and I led her down it. 

"How come we didn't have to pay for dinner?" She asked, 
having finally succumbed to curiosity.

"Well," I began, "Giovani has this daughter; about your 
age I would say, and just as pretty. Three years ago, 
when she was starting high school, she got talked into 
going for a ride with some older boys. They were drinking 
beer and smoking pot. They had an accident. The boys were 
fine, but Sophia wound up paralyzed from the waist down."

"Oh my God!" Lainie exclaimed.

"Yeah," I agreed. "She's in a wheel chair and she was 
going through a really rough time. Depression, anger, 
withdrawal - all the classic symptoms I guess. Well, 
Giovani's wife Imelda is the stereotypical busy body, and 
when I asked for volunteers to help with the last play, 
she was one of the first to show up. She was something 
else. I put her in charge of costuming and she was a 
tyrant, but did one hell of a job. 

The second week she was there, she brought Sophia along 
so that she wouldn't be at home by herself. I found her 
sitting by herself in a corner looking sullen so I 
figured I'd do something about it. I told her that no 
body sat around idle in my theatre and wheeled her into 
my office. 

She was mad at first, but she finally acquiesced. I gave 
her an old playbill and told her to take the information 
out of my playbook and to type up a new playbill just 
like the old one so that I could take the sample to a 
printer. She balked and said she couldn't do it and that 
she would make a mess of it and a bunch of other excuses, 
but I refused to listen and just left her there."

"And?" Lainie asked as I paused to catch my breath. "What 
happened?"

"I forgot she was in there. Well, actually, I got caught 
up in my work and when I remembered her she'd been in 
there for about three hours. I felt real guilty, but 
didn't let it show as I went back and asked her if she 
was done yet. Well, she had taken me literally when I had 
told her to make the playbill look like the old one. Not 
exactly the same mind you, but not only had she typed up 
the cast and crew list and the play title and synopses, 
but she had hand drawn a little theatre scene she copied 
from the cover of one of the scripts. It was fantastic. 
She is extremely talented. I took it around and showed 
everyone. 

Her mother was amazed and kept fawning over her. Well, I 
gave her a job answering phones and doing all the 
secretarial things and even scrounged up a little money 
to pay her. Her parents were extremely thankful and 
you've just sampled part of it. He won't let me pay for a 
single meal. I think I could eat there every night and 
still not pay. It's become embarrassing and I only go 
every now and then, although he is a great cook."

"I'll say," Lainie agreed and looked around. 

She stopped as she realized where we were. The town 
fathers had put in a long foot path along the Black River 
with benches and lights. It was a clear night and the 
moon shimmered off the black water and the gentle purl of 
water sloshing against the bank could be heard. A loon 
pealed its eerie cry in the distance.

"What's that?" Lainie asked looking out over the water.

"A loon," I told her.

She looked back at me with that bright smile of hers and 
then realized I was being serious. 

"Really?" She asked. "I'd never heard one before. What a 
melancholy sound."

We continued our walk and went by a couple of teens 
sitting on one of the benches. They were turned into each 
other and were making out. You could tell they were 
French kissing and his hand was very close to fondling 
her breasts.

"Must be her dentist," I whispered and Lainie barked out 
a laugh.

The young couple broke their embrace and glared at us.

We moved on and followed the meandering path. We'd walked 
for about fifteen minutes when I saw Lainie rubbing her 
bare arms. She had put on a fresh pair of slacks and a 
loose fitting, sleeveless blouse. She had goose bumps on 
her arms.

"It's a lot warmer in Texas," she said when she saw me 
looking at her.

"I'd offer you my coat," I said, "but, I don't have one. 
Here."

I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her in 
close. 

"We've only got a little ways to go. This comes out close 
to the theatre. I thought you'd like this. Sorta remind 
you of home," I said.

Her head snapped up to look at me and she thought about 
my statement for a moment and then the light came on 
behind her eyes.

"You mean the river walk?" She asked and looked around 
again. "I guess it does look a little like it. About a 
million fewer people. And a lot more romantic."

I felt her body stiffen when she realized what she had 
just said and I looked down into her face. Her eyes were 
soft and her lips looked so inviting. My mind yelled at 
me not to do it, but I've never listened to it before and 
didn't again this time. I leaned down and pressed my lips 
against hers. Her body stiffened and I thought for a 
second that I'd done a stupid thing, but suddenly her 
lips yielded and she melted into me. 

Our mouths crushed together with a hunger. We were like 
lovers who had been separated for an aeon. Her body 
molded against mine and I felt my self become aroused. 
She opened her mouth and her tongue pressed against mine. 
I parted my lips and sucked her tongue in. She moaned as 
our tongues brushed together and the nerve endings sent 
little signals of pleasure to our brains. 

My right hand worked its way down her back and cupped her 
ass. It was tight, and round, and I pulled her into me 
even tighter. I could feel my cock pressing into her hip 
and I'm sure she could feel it also. My reasoning center 
finally got a hold of my motor center and I pulled away 
gasping for air. 

"I.. I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me," I told 
her in subdued tones.

I could see her chest rising and falling as the passion 
fueled her breathing. She didn't say anything, but her 
eyes sent a very clear message. She wasn't sorry and she 
wanted more. I swallowed and fought the urge. I took her 
arm again and we set off down the path. We walked along 
in silence and finally came out across from the theatre. 
We crossed the street and headed for the house. There was 
an awkward silence as we entered the house and I switched 
on some lights. We looked at each other and didn't know 
what to say. Her lips were swollen with arousal and her 
eyes still glittered. 

"Y.. you want something to drink?" I asked, wanting to 
break the moment.

"Okay," she said and followed me into the living room. 

I walked up to the little liquor cabinet and pulled out 
the scotch. I poured myself a stiff one and held up the 
bottle for her to see. She shook her head no and told me 
that she just wanted a soft drink or something. I went 
into the kitchen and came back with a glass of Coke. She 
took it and sipped at it. We sat in opposite chairs and 
avoided looking at each other.

"Well," I said, trying to find a way to break the 
silence, "tell me what you've done in theatre."

Her face brightened and she warmed up to the subject. She 
had put her glass down and she scooted to the edge of her 
chair as she talked about her high school plays and her 
aspirations. She started telling me about the community 
theatre group she belonged to and the plays they had 
done. 

She was playing with her hair, trying to stuff some of 
the loose tendrils back up when she gave up and pulled 
the pins out of it. Her dark red hair cascaded down 
around her shoulders and I felt something twitch inside 
of my chest. She gave her head a shake and reminded me of 
a cat who shakes its body to settle down its ruffled fur. 
She talked, but I wasn't listening. I was studying her 
face. The loose hair had softened her face even more and 
her eyes had taken on a piercing quality. She had a 
classic look. 

Like all those great actresses of the thirties and 
forties. Gardner, Young, Russell, Garbo, and the others. 
I could see how she would fit a lot of parts; both young 
and old. My mind came back to the here and now as she 
talked about her last director, who had been a visiting 
professor from the University of Illinois. He's the one 
who had had her apply for the internship. He was also a 
friend of one of our major trustees it turned out and she 
had easily gotten the job, but I didn't tell her about 
that.

I looked at my watch and realized it was going onto ten 
o'clock. Curtain call was at seven the next morning and I 
didn't want to be tired. I told her we should go to bed 
and her eyes flashed for a moment before she realized I 
hadn't meant together. She blushed at her thoughts and 
told me it was only eight o'clock in Texas and she wasn't 
really tired. 

I told her we had to be up in eight hours and that she 
might want to try and sleep anyway. We rose and said our 
good nights. I put away our glasses and heard her walk up 
the stairs. I went through the den and into my bedroom. I 
went into the bathroom and did my pre-sleep ritual of 
brushing teeth and washing my face. I sat on the edge of 
the bed and started to undress. I took off my shoes and 
socks and then stood up and unbuttoned my shirt. 

I was working on the button to my pants when I heard a 
soft knock on the door frame to the den. I opened the 
bedroom door and found Lainie standing at the door to the 
den. She was wearing one of those long tee shirt like 
things that come down to your calves. It had an 
embroidered picture of Winnie the Pooh on its front. 

"There's something wrong with the bathroom upstairs," she 
told me. "I can't get any water out of the faucets."

I slapped myself in the forehead for being stupid and 
told her I'd forgotten I had to turn on the supply valve 
to the second floor. I would do it the next day I told 
her and invited her to use mine. She walked into my 
bedroom and into my bathroom. She stood sideways in the 
doorway to the bathroom and said thanks. I don't know if 
it was on purpose or not, but the light shone right 
through that thing she was wearing and I could easily 
make out the shape of her body beneath it. Her breasts 
hung full even without the support of a bra and she had a 
slender waist. 

I think she realized what she was doing and turned 
quickly in mid sentence and closed the door. I thought 
about it and realized it was probably my staring that 
made her realize she was putting on a show. My cock had 
reacted and had pushed its way down my pants leg. I 
reached down and squeezed it and told myself I'd have to 
take care of the problem later. I stood as she came out 
and she stopped to say thanks once again and then she 
froze as she noticed the bulge in my pants. Her eyes came 
up and sought mine out. 

We stared at each other for a moment. I don't know what I 
would have done if her tongue hadn't come out and 
moistened her lips at that moment, but what I did do was 
take her in my arms. I crushed her against me again and 
our mouths took up where they had earlier left off. She 
was soft in my arms and all woman. She smelled of 
lavender and my mouth kissed her lips and her eyes and 
her nose and worked down to her neck. 

She threw her head back and let me ravish her neck. I 
worked my mouth around to the side and sucked an earlobe 
into my mouth. I felt her body shiver against mine as I 
did so. My mouth came back around to her lips and our 
tongues entwined once again. She wrapped her arms around 
my neck and held on. I reached down with both hands and 
slowly pulled up on her cotton nightshirt. The back of it 
slipped up past her ass and I held it there with my left 
hand as my right cupped one of her cheeks. 

She moaned into my mouth as I kneaded her ass and pulled 
her into me. She moved her hips slightly and brushed 
against my erection. It was my turn to moan. I tugged on 
her nightshirt some more and she pulled away slightly as 
it went up and over her head. I only got a glimpse of her 
breasts before she pressed herself back into me. Her 
breasts felt like they were on fire as they pressed into 
and flattened against my chest. 

I just had to see them and I once again worked my mouth 
down to her neck and continued down to her left breast. 
Her nipples were small and pink and capped 'D' sized 
breasts. I sucked the nipple into my mouth and nibbled on 
it. She twined a hand in my hair and pressed my face into 
her chest as she moaned again. 

I reached up and took a breast in each hand. I caressed 
them as I went from nipple to nipple. The position felt 
awkward and I moved her around and lowered her onto the 
bed. She sat on the edge, naked, and watched as I undid 
my pants and pulled them and my underwear down. She 
brought a hand up and lightly ran her finger tips across 
her lower lip as she watched my hard cock bob up and down 
in front of her face. 

I pushed her back and climbed in next to her. We embraced 
once again. It was as though we couldn't get enough of 
each other's lips. My right hand fondled her breasts 
again as we kissed and then I slowly moved it down to her 
cunt. Her stomach pulled in as she sucked in her breath 
when I first touched her down there. My fingers brushed 
through a close cropped matt of hair and felt the swollen 
lips of her cunt. 

She gasped and thrust her pelvis up to meet my hand. I 
had worried that she might be new to this, but her 
actions indicated she'd done it before. I pushed my 
finger slightly in between her swollen lips and gently 
moved it up and down without entering her. Her pelvis 
moved up and down as she sought more. I moved my fingers 
up to her clitoris and rubbed my index finger in a small 
circle. I felt the small button become hard under my 
ministrations and her breathing became labored. 

I took my mouth away from hers and started kissing my way 
down her chest. I nursed on one nipple and then the 
other. I traced the center of her sternum with my tongue 
and dipped into her navel. She gasped as my tongue 
coursed through her pubic hair and she thrust up her 
pelvis to meet my tongue. I gently played the tip of my 
tongue along the outside lips of her labia and I heard 
her groan in frustration. 

I smiled and turned my eyes up to look up at her. She was 
looking down the length of her body and her eyes were 
feverish with hunger. I watched as she moved her hands up 
to her breasts and tugged and twirled her nipples. I 
pushed my tongue past her outer lips and into her vulva. 
She groaned and closed her eyes. I tasted the explosion 
of her juices on my tongue. 

Her taste was mild and slightly sweet. I worked my tongue 
in and out like a small penis and her pelvis went up and 
down in time with my thrusts. I moved my mouth up to the 
top of her cunt and sought out her clit. My tongue 
pressed onto it and she sucked in a gasping breath. I 
poked and prodded the little guy until she was thrashing 
about. 

I pulled away and knelt up between her legs. Her eyes 
opened and she looked down to where I held my cock in my 
hands. I directed my cock to her cunt and stroked it up 
and down, paying attention to her clitoris. She spread 
her legs even further apart and worked her pelvis up and 
down in a counter motion to mine. I guided the head of my 
cock to her opening and slowly pressed into her. She was 
moist and waiting, but she was also young and tight. 

I didn't slide right in as I usually did, but I had to 
literally push my cock into her. Her cunt was soft and 
clasping. It felt very hot as it engulfed my invading 
member. I watched her eyes flutter as she took me in and 
she nibbled on her lower lip. I reached bottom finally 
and held myself there, pressing against her. I stayed 
like that for a few moments until my desire got to be too 
much and then I pulled back and shoved myself back in 
hard. She grunted and her back arched slightly. I began 
stroking slowly in and out. I would take my cock almost 
all the way out and slowly slide it back in until it 
pushed against her cervix. 

I could hear a low 'mmmmm' sound coming from within her 
chest. She had stopped playing with her breasts and her 
hands were entwined in my top sheet. I leaned forward 
onto my stiffened arms and started moving in and out at a 
little quicker. She brought her legs up and around my 
waist and pulled me into her on the down thrust. We kept 
this up for a few minutes and then I stopped and pulled 
her legs onto my shoulders. I could tell from the 
questioning look on her face that she'd never done this 
before. 

I drove my cock into her and she grunted again as I 
bottomed out. I started fucking her in earnest now. I 
wanted to feel that explosion of ecstasy. She moaned 
every time I pushed into her and it got louder with every 
stroke. She was breathing quickly now like a woman doing 
Lamaze. Her eyes suddenly opened wide and her lips pursed 
as a single "Oh!" escaped her lips. Her back arched and 
her body trembled. 

I felt her cunt muscles spasm around my cock and the 
first jet of cum splashed against her insides. I felt my 
neck go stiff and I moaned as I felt that wonderful 
release wash over me. My eyelids had a mind of their own 
and they slowly lowered. 

My mouth was slightly opened and I moaned a long soft, 
"unghhhhh." My body gave a few jerks and I let her legs 
slip off my shoulders. I fell down on top of her and our 
lips entwined once again. It was a soft gentle lovers' 
kiss. She brought a hand up and rubbed it along the back 
of my neck. 

"Ummmmm," I muttered at her caress.

"Well," she whispered, "I see what you mean about 
teaching me everything there is to know about the 
theatre." 

A chuckle built up deep inside my chest and soon we were 
both laughing hard.

I suddenly realize that this internship program was the 
best thing I'd ever thought of.

The End

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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