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Meredith Gets the Part
by Chrissy (address withheld)
Edited by Flyingfingers
***
An auditioning actress and a play producer have sex in
total darkness on the set. (MF, rom, light-bd)
***
It's about 11:00 a.m. and it's raining again. Not too
long ago waking to a morning rain would have
immediately sent me into a day long depression. All of
that has changed since our first encounter.
That day it had been raining, too. It poured throughout
most of the day and weather reports had warned of
severe thunder storms later in the evening. By 10:30
that fateful night the only thing I hoped for was to
have them hold off long enough to get through this
night's auditions.
I am the artistic director of the Q Street Repertory
Company, or just 'the Q' as we sometimes say. Calling
this place a theater is stretching things a bit. It's
actually a renovated townhouse in the center of
Georgetown. We have a stage, or at least what passes
for one. The playing area is about as big as the
average living room. At capacity, with a few people
standing, we can accommodate just under 100 audience
members. It's not a problem because we usually play to
about 2/3rds capacity.
We have been in operation for a little over three
years. Last year wasn't too bad. We staged an original
musical that received good reviews. Words like
"daring," "enthusiastic," and "unique" drew the
yuppies. A Tony nomination for best set design, (there
wasn't any) drew the critics, and a little nudity kept
the attendance up for the better part of six months.
Our last three presentations didn't fare as well,
however. Everything hinged on our latest attempt.
Another original. I was able to coax the team that had
penned our big hit into giving it another shot. Their
agreement, of course, wasn't without its price. This
time I was offered a show that I didn't imagine any
"respectable" theater would have even considered.
Appropriately entitled "Sex with Strangers," this one
actually had a set of sorts. A king size, four poster
bed planted center stage. The plot line involved a
series of encounters between people who had met earlier
in the evening and then decided to end their night by
taking a room at the local no-tell motel.
Included in the assortment of characters were a young
couple anxious to try a threesome, two hopefuls from a
double A minor league baseball team who have just
discovered their bi-sexuality, a businessman and a
"working girl," and finally, a solo number that
espoused the merits of masturbation. The last act would
be accompanied by a catchy tune entitled, "I've Got
Matters Well In Hand." Although the show was risky, I
decided to it give a chance. Hell, at this point there
wasn't much to lose.
So, I had my third night of auditions nearly complete.
One more Patti Lupone wanna-be and I'd be out of here.
And not a moment too soon either. The skies had been
rumbling for over an hour and it's ninety three degrees
inside. If you haven't experienced a summer in D.C. you
don't know what humidity is.
I'm sitting toward the back of the house. I've had the
techies put up every light they can find. All the
dimmers are cranked to the limit. The idea is to not
let the hopefuls see me sitting in the distance. A non-
committal, "thanks, we'll let you know," and somebody
escorts them out the side door. I look down at the last
resume in the stack. A woman from Connecticut. There's
not enough light back here to actually read the thing.
I can't even see her 8X10 very clearly. I'm trying to
make out the name when I hear a husky contralto from
the stage.
"Hi, I'm Meredith Kay," you say.
"Hi Meredith," I reply. "What's your real name?"
"That's it," you say. "Tall, dark and imaginary. People
as crazy as I am can't afford to be phonies."
I'm feeling a little playful so I decide to bite.
"Pretty quick aren't you?"
You laugh a bit, then your voice turns serious. "Oh,
you'd be amazed."
"Okay, um, Meredith. Can you read from the middle of
page 27 to the end of the scene for me please?"
"Do you want your salad with or without dressing?"
This rattles me a bit. Most of the previous candidates
had bitched about the copious amount of what they felt
to be "gratuitous nudity" in the script. I take a few
seconds to prepare my cop-out.
"Well, um, uh, your pleasure." That infectious little
laugh again, to go along with a gorgeous vamp of a
smile. You start to disrobe. I hadn't even heard you
sing yet, but I was sure that I had found my "working
girl."
Just as you are getting down to your underwear, my
stage manager appears by my side and whispers in my
ear. "If you don't mind, I'm going to call it a night.
This rain is starting to get heavy and you know how I
am about thunder storms. I hope I can still get a
taxi."
Before I could even tell her that it was all right with
me she was making her way up the aisle and out the
front door. I turned my attention back to the stage.
While most of the previous candidates just sit on the
edge of the bed and read the material, you are on your
knees facing the audience. Your imaginary customer
would have been lieing under you with your back to him.
I am trying to concentrate on your diction and
projection, no small task given the enthusiasm you are
lending to your performance.
As the scene is reaching its conclusion, with the john
getting his and you faking yours, there is a bright
flash of lightening followed almost immediately by a
sudden, loud clap of thunder and the theater goes pitch
black. In most places the emergency lights would come
on, but not in this little third rate theater. Hell,
I'm lucky if the stage lights work on a normal night.
I can hear Max, the music director, making his way
slowly up the aisle. Before I can protest he says,
"Looks like we'll have to continue this tomorrow buddy.
I'm out of here. By the way, that last woman is a real
looker."
I quickly stand and follow behind him to the street. A
quick look around tells me that at least this part of
the city has no power. The rain has let up a bit but
the humidity feels even more oppressive. A few blocks
away a siren screams.
Max turns to me. "Sounds like the bad boys are already
at it. They'll be out droves tonight. You might want to
hang around and keep an eye on the place. At least
until the power comes back."
"Care to stick it out with me?" I ask hopefully.
"Not on your life, pal," Max says. "I've got a private
audition set up with a chorus girl from the Lincoln
Theater's production of "Cats". He pauses a moment,
staring out at the dark street. "Have to find out
whether or not I can actually make the pussy purr."
"You'll do fine, I'm sure," I say, shaking my head as
Max ran the short distance to his car. Typical
musician, always thinking with his damn dick.
I am pretty well soaked as I head back into the
theater. I am preparing to lock up when I hear a clear
voice from the stage.
"Hey out there! Anybody? Can I put my clothes back on
now?"
Shit! In all the distraction I've forgotten all about
poor Meredith. My mind flashes back to her gyrations on
the bed and I think maybe it's a good thing the lights
have gone out. Though I'd watched her for only a few
minutes, the memory of her wonderful body, naked and
moving on the set, causes an instant reaction. Without
warning, I am suddenly as hard as steel.
"Uh, yeah, sure, it's OK," I stammer. "I kind of forgot
about you in all the commotion. Listen, I'm really
sorry. Can you see anything?" I fear she may be angry,
but no, I hear that sexy laugh again. It sounds
so.....inviting? Or maybe it's just my mood.
"Of course not," you reply. "Don't mind me, I'll just
grope around here in the dark until I find something
that feels like my clothes."
"Let me see if I can find a flashlight," is all I can
think to say. I know the only one we ever had that
actually worked belonged to Rachel, the stage manager.
And I'm not sure where it is. After a couple of minutes
of fumbling around in the dark, more for show than
anything, I make my way down to the stage where you are
still sitting naked on the bed.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't find one," I say. I'm much
closer to you now and thoughts of your naked body are
playing havoc with my mind. "Were you able to find your
clothes?"
"No. Actually, I haven't started looking yet," you
reply. "I'm blind as a bat here. All the bright lights
you had on only made it worse. I'm still seeing mostly
a red glow in front of me. It's going to be a while
before my eyes adjust."
I pause, not sure what to do next. My mind, under no
such constraints, is thinking of many things I'd like
to do next. You seem to realize that I am feeling more
than a little uncomfortable.
"So Mr. Director, do I get the part?"
At the moment I am actually grateful for the darkness
because I am having no luck at all getting my cock
under control. And no prospects either, not when there
is a lovely, stark naked young woman sitting in the
darkness a few feet away from me. (What was it I was
just thinking about Max?) I'd almost forgotten that you
had come here for an audition. Before I could get out
more foolish sounding 'ums' and 'ers', you laugh again.
Damn, that giggle of yours is enough to drive the Pope
to distraction. And His Holiness I'm not, especially
right now.
"Well, if your breathing is any indication, you liked
what you saw. Where the hell is my shirt? I can't see a
friggin thing." Even with a slight twinge of
impatience, your voice is still getting to me.
In the dark I don't realize how close we have gotten
until I feel your hand reach out, just brushing over
the front of my pants. I gasp and pull back
involuntarily. "Uh, I'm afraid that isn't your shirt,"
was all I could manage.
"I know," you say, your voice takes on a lower, sultry
tone. "But, well, it just might be what I was looking
for all along." My arousal has reached near critical
mass by this time and I don't need any further coaxing.
Neither do you apparently. I feel your hands again,
this time undoing my belt and pulling me down onto the
bed at the same time.
"There's something about not being able to see what
your eating that makes it taste that much better, you
know." Before I realize what's happening, you lean over
in front of me and virtually swallow my throbbing
penis. I'm still having trouble grasping what is
happening, or maybe why it's happening but, not wanting
to feel that I was doing less than my share, I slowly
turn you around and pull your crotch nearer to my face.
Breaking the action just long enough to slide a little
further up on the bed and place a pillow under my neck,
I reach up and pull gently, guiding your pelvis down,
closer to my face. In the blackness I can't see a thing
but my other senses, as if to make up, seem to be
working overtime. I can feel the softness of your skin
and the smooth swell of your buttocks in my hands. Even
better, I can smell the musky odor of your aroused sex.
In the stillness of the room I can even hear the
delightful wet sounds your mouth makes as it teases my
cock.
The next minutes were sheer pleasure. I kiss your inner
thighs, running my tongue up and down, leaving little
kisses, as I slowly work my way to your pussy.
Meanwhile, you content yourself with running your mouth
over the full length of my shaft. Each time you reached
the end, you seem to suck me a little deeper into the
warmth of your mouth and throat than the time before.
Had I not had your moist slit to occupy my attention I
would likely have cum in a matter of seconds. As you
gradually took more and more of me into your mouth, I
responded in kind, working my tongue in a slow circuit,
starting at your clitoris, then lower, along the
slippery inner labia, sucking first one and then the
other into my eager mouth. Then further down, as far
into your sopping wet vagina as my tongue would
stretch, then out again, carrying your pungent juices
to your asshole. There I lingered for a few seconds,
licking gently around your tight sphincter muscle,
feeling your body tense before you moan and finally
relax, giving in as I orally tease your most private
place. Finally, my direction reverses, and I gradually
work my way back toward your clit, taking in the all
the delights of your femininity along the way.
Despite the attention as I am trying to pay to
increasing your pleasure, I find myself becoming more
and more aroused by the action of your mouth on my
cock. By now I am nearly coming unglued so strong are
the feelings you are generating in me. You had
gradually worked to the point of taking me all the way
into your throat and then pulling back, almost allowing
the engorged head of my prick to escape your mouth
before once again plunging all the way down.
Between your furious down strokes you would travel the
length of my shaft with your tongue and, when you
reached the base, carefully taking my swollen balls
into your mouth. I can see none of this, of course, but
in the stillness of the dark room I can hear the wet,
slobbering noises you make (loudly and on purpose I
wonder?), as you continue to suck on me.
This stimulation is beginning to make me crazy and I
step up my own licking in response, putting my hands on
your soft ass and pulling the silky smooth cheeks far
enough apart to allow me better access. As I continue
to move my tongue around your clit, I notice your
secretions have changed in texture from a thin, watery
consistency earlier to something more viscous and
syrup-like now, a sure sign of your increasing arousal.
I run my index finger up and down slowly in your
slippery, sopping crack, reveling in your increasingly
frantic response as I do so. After easily teasing your
whole sex with my fingertips I locate the entrance to
your vagina and slowly insert my index finger deep into
its gooey warmth.
The stimulation is momentarily too much and you pull
your head from my cock. "Yes....god.....please...," you
groan, your voice panting and shaking with need. I am
tempted to ask you what you want me to do because I
want so badly to hear you tell me, but I understand and
add a second finger, slowly pushing them both into your
wetness as deeply as they will go. Your hips begin an
involuntary rocking motion, grinding your sopping pussy
into my face as I work my fingers in and out of your
sweet cunt. While I'm doing this, my mouth once again
finds its way to your swollen clitoris, licking and
sucking the tiny mass of hypersensitive nerve endings
in and out of my mouth.
You mash your pussy deeper onto my face as your first
orgasm begins, starting as a growl deep within your
throat and eventually working up to a volume matched in
intensity only by the thunder storm raging outside. I
have taken you over the edge and your wanton display of
lust causes my own climax, so long delayed, to begin.
For just an instant I panic, unsure what to do, but
instead of pulling away from my cock you lower your
head and simply take it deeper into you throat, nursing
on it noisily as I begin to ejaculate in torrents, my
moans of pleasure filling the quiet room.
Once our mutual contractions and spasms subside I turn
you around to face me. Your eyes must have become
accustomed to what small amount of light there is
because, as I watch, you move off the bed and return
with a small overnight bag.
"Boy Scout's motto, always be prepared," you say
softly, removing several small pieces of cloth that
turn out to be silk scarves. Without saying another
word, you quickly work your way around the spacious set
piece, carefully tying first my hands and then my feet
to each of the sturdy posts. While this comes as
complete surprise to me, I am too drained to pull away,
or even voice any objections. The last piece of silk
you save for my eyes.
After you finish securing it you bring your lips to my
ear and I jerk slightly as your warm breath sends a
shiver through me. Maybe it's the aftereffects of such
an intense orgasm, but suddenly I feel like my whole
body has become hyper-sensitized. "Time to let your
ears, nose, nerve endings, and mind just take over,
darling." Your voice is gentle and soothing now.
I thought it had been dark in the room before, but
after you tie the last piece of cloth in place the
blackness is so complete it feels a bit disorienting.
After only a few minutes of sight deprivation I come to
realize how quickly my other senses could take over.
Added to all this are my vague feelings of uneasiness
and discomfort caused by being immobilized. Yet, the
total effect is strong and undeniable and my arousal
climbs to a still higher level.
I hear the bed squeak a bit as you reposition yourself,
once again straddling me, lowering your damp, musky
crotch onto my face so my lips and tongue can begin
their pleasure dance on your pussy once again. Though
your arousal builds much faster this time, you stop
yourself just short of another orgasm.
Now I feel a new sensation as your body slides down the
length of my torso, a mixture of sweat and moisture
from your aroused cunt leaving a trail of shiny wetness
over my chest and stomach. Your downward progress ends
as your pussy bumps the head of my swollen cock. In the
dark, my senses seem to reach new levels of awareness.
I can't see what your doing but I can hear the intake
of your breath and the soft touch of your hand as you
reach behind yourself and fondle my hardness.
My movement restricted by the silk scarves, I can offer
only my mouth as an implement of arousal. Now, you lean
forward, far enough to allow your breasts to caress my
lips. Feeling the wonderful warmth and softness of your
breasts against my face ratchets up my arousal yet
again, my cock becoming so stiff and swollen that the
feeling verges on pain.
Slowly I run my tongue around your nipples until both
are swollen and fully erect, then suck each of them
into my mouth. At your urging I bite down, gently at
first, just nipping the ends, then gradually increasing
the pressure as I suck a bigger portion of your sweet
breast flesh into my mouth. I bring my teeth into play
as the nipples are just about to escape my lips, biting
each one almost to the pain threshold, then running my
soft tongue around the swollen aureole in a gentle
caress.
As I feast on your breasts, you rub yourself against
me, running your wet pussy slowly up and down the
length of my cock. You stroke me against your swollen
clitoris, pressing down harder and harder as your
arousal becomes more urgent. The hot, airless room is
soon filled with the musky scent, the odor a mixture of
sweat and the juices flowing from between your legs. My
senses, touch, hearing, and especially smell are
approaching overload; I'm about at my limit. So are
you.
You sit up then, pulling your beautiful chest away from
my hungry mouth. Squeezing my cock a little harder in
your hand, you rub the swollen head up and down your
slit before positioning it at the entrance to your
vagina. Finally, you allow me to slide myself into you.
Instinctively, I thrust my hips upward, easily burying
my rod all the way up my balls. We both moan aloud,
nearly cumming right then from the incredible
sensations.
We stroke each other slowly at first, gradually
increasing the pressure and friction until, like two
rutting animals, our movements becoming a primal,
rhythmic dance. Each stroke is harder and faster than
the last and I can hear the bed, even the stage,
creaking under the strain of our movement. The inside
of your body feels smoother and tighter than the silk
that binds me to the corners of the bed.
As I feel the contractions of an orgasm nearing, you
sit still further back, pressing your cunt even harder
against my middle, grinding your clitoris in circles
against my pubic bone. You plunge my cock in harder,
faster, and deeper until your body tenses and you let
out a sudden, guttural wail of pleasure punctuated by
a string of obscenities. I don't know how, but we seem
to explode at almost the same instant, our orgasms more
drawn out and pleasurable this time.
Finally spent, you let your legs stretch out and lay on
top of me. The warmth and softness of your body
pressing on mine feels wonderful. I kiss your lips
lightly, then more urgently, our tongues entwining
again. I savor the sensation; I don't want this
blissful moment to end though I know it will.
After the last of our mutual convulsions subside, I
tell you how great I feel. You let another impish laugh
escape. I don't think that I'll ever forget the sound
of your sweet, sexy laugh. You roll off me, to the
side. I can feel you untying each of my limbs in turn.
The last scarf to be removed is taken from my eyes.
Just as you remove it the lights flicker several times
and then finally come back on to stay. The glare from
the stage lights, long forgotten, immediately blinds
both of us. We sit on the on the edge of the bed,
shading our eyes and laughing, momentarily too weak and
wasted to do anything else.
Finally, you kiss me and ask, "Now where were we? Are
you going to help me find my close or are you just
going to sit there?"
Once we're both dressed, you remind me why you came. "I
shouldn't have to ask you this again, but do I get the
part? Please, Mr. Producer." Your voice comes out in a
sexy, breathless, little girl whine that causes a
familiar tingle in my crotch.
Now it's my turn to laugh. "Meredith, you insane
person, you had the part long before the lights went
out. Even then, I could see you'd be perfect for it. I
sure didn't mind discovering your other talents,
though. Maybe for a change I can audition for you
sometime. I was a little 'restricted' last time
around."
"I'd like that," you say and I can hear a new warmth
and sincerity in your voice. We kiss again and laugh
once again as we begin locking up the theater. No
matter what else happens, I think that this is going to
be a very good show.
Chrissy
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