1. A funny thing happened.. Pt1


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

    old-school theatre guy. Easy to work with, if not particularly easy to know; not a partier: virtually no booze, although somebody said he would very occasionally get high. Almost certainly straight, but not a show-mancer; in fact, nobody knew who or even if. In the small and incestuous world of American musical theatre, that was unusual in itself. Somebody usually knew somebody who'd been fucking so-and-so. All in all, I'd looked forward to meeting and working with him, but that was about it. He was supposed to be a decent guy. If he was, we'd get along; if not, we'd manage. Sim's first word to me, as he looked up into my face on the first day of rehearsal was "Okey-dokey." He shot me a kind of bemused smile, introduced himself, shook my hand, and then asked me if I'd played the role before. I gestured down my body: "Yuh think?" That earned me a chuckle. "Look," he continued, "just so we're on the same page. You've done the part, so you know I'm going to have to get a little "handsy"... "I'm sorry, did you just say "handsy?" "I'm not taking credit for it. The last woman I did the show with didn't like being touched in rehearsals. It's her word. It wasn't a problem," he added quickly. "I just want to make sure I know what you're okay with. Apart from the fact that I like getting along with the people I work with, I'd be particularly disinclined to piss you off." There were several ways to take that, but I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. He seemed like an ok guy, ...
    just trying to diffuse a potentially awkward situation. Also, he had been looking me in the eyes. I was wearing a blue leotard under a ripped grey sweatshirt, and I was taller than he was. That made him either gay, polite, or both. "What the matter, you scared of me?" He sighed. "Frankly? Yeah, probably a little. Can't come as a complete shock to you." I giggled: "Don't worry, I don't bite...in rehearsal." Why was I flirting with a guy who was probably 20 years older than me? "Good then: safe for a couple-three weeks anyway. By the way, you didn't answer my question. "About? Oh, look, don't worry about it. I don't mind getting a little physical in rehearsal, and I'll let you know if I'm uncomfortable with anything. Thanks for asking, by the way. So you've done the show before too?" I'd liked him at that first rehearsal, and as we worked on the show, I liked him more. He was talented, easy-going, and very funny. And he was, as I had suspected at our first meeting, a pro. He was polite to everyone, assistant stage managers, crew, and dressers included, and helpful without being intrusive. I remember choreographing the courtesans' first number. It's called The House of Marcus Lycus, and the set-up has Pseudolus telling Lycus, the brothel owner, that he, Psuedolus, has just come into some money and wants to buy—or rent—one of the girls. So Lycus calls us all out, and since we're all looking to make a denarius, we each do some really seductive dance for, and in some cases on top ...
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