1. A funny thing happened.. Pt1


    Date: 8/15/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Blowjob, Extreme, Spanking, Author: Cynthiia23, Rating: 16.7, Source: sexstories.com

    sight of me. (No shit, I can hear it.) But beautiful and talented as I almost certainly am, I'm also smart enough to know that I'm not actually the reason that this production of Forum is so good. Gymnasia doesn't actually have any lines. None of the courtesans have, except Philia, of course. No, we're basically sight gags or eye candy depending on who you're talking to. A production of Forum lives or dies with its Pseudolus; in this case, Sim, the guy who just agreed to meet me and a couple of other ladies at the theatre on Valentine's Day—well—night. This year the holiday falls on the off day. Like most theatres in the United States, Broken Arrow is dark Mondays. Now I love, love, love musical theatre, but as a career path, it does have its frustrations. You might work a little more often and make a little more money than theatre folks who don't do musicals, but unless you're Patti LuPone or Idina Menzel lucky, you don't get rich. Then there're the social drawbacks. All that waffle about how gorgeous I am to one side, the chorus of your average regional musical tends to break down as follows: 50%: Attractive, talented young heterosexual women (say aged 21-35.) 49.9%: Attractive, talented young homosexual men (same age range.) 0.1%: Attractive, talented heterosexual man who's had almost every woman who's ever signed an Equity Chorus Contract three times a week and twice on Sundays, and who consequently thinks he is God's gift to the ladies. It really can become a problem. ...
    Take my case here: I'm young, unattached, and usually far from home (it's an absolute bastard finding work in the City.) So when I have work, I'm giving eight athletically rigorous, sexually-charged performances (ok, so maybe not so much in Sound of Music, but South Pacific, Guys and Dolls, Cabaret, fer chrissake?) per week, which flood my body with adrenaline and stoke the fires of my not-exactly-latent exhibitionism. So show's over: I'm restless, jumpy, and often just plain horny, and I'm surrounded by beautiful, sweet, intelligent, witty guys, almost all of whom want cock as much as, or more than, I do. Of course the lads can, and do, turn to each other for sex, solace, and, more often than you might think, long-term partnerships, but we ladies are left with few options, all of them unattractive, (unless of course we happen to be gay, which, despite some experimenting in college, I'm not.). There is the occasional straight chorus boy. He's usually gorgeous, ripped and ready, but he's also usually an arrogant prick who wouldn't know a clitoris if it offered to help him with the Times crossword. There're stage hands, house management and/or box office, if anything particularly yummy happens to be working the show. But since those folks are local, they tend to have wives and girlfriends nearby, and while I'm occasionally a slut, I'm not a home-wrecker. There's bar-hopping: maybe that works for some gals; of my experiences that way, the less said the better. And of course there ...
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