1. A funny thing happened.. Pt1


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

    of, Pseudolus. So there's Sim, sitting on this bench, and Karen, this impossibly flexible ballet dancer who's playing Panacea, ends her solo hanging upside down with her legs wrapped around his neck, his face a few inches from her crotch. Before going on with the scene, Sim stops for a moment: "Karen, how you doing down there?" "No problem." "Good. Look, I want to button this by sort of snapping a look down directly at your crotch and then coming up for a reaction. Is that cool with you?" "Sure, whatever you need." Sim (turning to the director): "Does that work for you, Greg? Greg: "If it's funny, it's fine, but keep it quick. This number's got to move." Half an hour later, Liz—my BFF—playing Vibrata, is rehearsing her solo. Parker, our choreographer, wants her to finish up by giving Pseudolus what's essentially a lap dance, and so she grinds away, tits in his face, straddling his lap, final pose: she's in his lap, back to the audience, head thrown back like she's just had a massive orgasm. Again Sim stops, and says something quietly to Liz. She nods. "Hey Parker," Sim calls, "given that she's an absolutely fearsome dancer, and considering what she's going to be wearing, do you think she can finish up facing the audience, like...I don't know...sitting on my lap with her back to me." "That'll make it hard for you to do any kind of physical take. She'll be blocking your face." "I'm not sure we need anything here anyway. And there's no way I'm competing with what she's just ...
    done. After that routine, I guarantee you nobody's gonna be looking at me. Besides, Gymnasia's next, and she's going to bump me right off the bench." "Let's try it. Greg, does that work for you?...Ok, Liz, can you finish up with a turn maybe a little out to the left, then sit in his lap. Then, what do you think, straight out with a really sexy snarl or something?" "Oh hey, here's an idea," says Liz, "what if..." moving as she talks, "I sit on your lap, reach back, grab your head, and—tell me if this is too gross—run my tongue up the side of your face, like I'm this lioness toying with my prey." Sim lets out this breathy laugh: "Ok, that's...pretty hot, but, here's the thing—and by the way, talk about gross: I sweat. A lot. You might not want to be licking the side of my head eight times a week." "Fuck it. I'll go on a low-sodium diet." Maybe you have to have done what I do to appreciate how unusual Sim's behavior was. There are hierarchies built into the rehearsal process, some acknowledged, and others kind of understood. The director's supposed to be the last word in the rehearsal room, but if your lead, or even one of your featured people, is a little bit famous, or even just a more forceful personality than the director, the balance of power can shift pretty dramatically. Same thing can happen with an established musical director, or choreographer, or stage manager. And there are the unwritten rules about who can stop a rehearsal, when, how often and for how long. Sim, as the ...
«12...567...1112»