1. Seduction Games


    Date: 10/21/2015, Categories: Seduction, Author: playsit, Rating: 17, Source: LushStories

    "Bethany! Helloooo? Are you with us?" Her attention snapped back immediately, blonde ponytail bouncing like some warped focus gauge that just gave her away. Her face flushed slightly, further condemning her. "Sorry Mr. Fickle. Can we go back to Stu's line?" She quickly shot a glance toward her on-stage lover, hoping to catch his disapproving glare and was generously rewarded by his lowered eyebrows and crinkled forehead. He demanded everyone call him by his full name. He thought he deserved the effort to pronounce the extra syllable, the shit-head that he is. She quickly responded with a one-sided grin. "Everyone take five. When we return see if you can find some semblance of focus. Please ? We only have one week to polish this for the opening, people." With that, a collective sigh could be heard from everyone involved in the spring musical from Stuart and the cast, all the way down to Frederic the stagehand. As she stretched her neck side to side to help ease the tension, the slender fingers of her room mate began massaging her tired shoulders. "Ohh yeah. I knew I kept you around for a reason." "You okay sweetie? I've never seen you this distracted during a rehearsal before." "My god, Stacey, this has been an exhausting week. Two huge projects due the week of our show. Really ?! It'd be damn nice if the department heads would talk to each other - or at least act like they care just a little, you know?" "Yeah, whatever. Who the hell are you tryin' to kid? I've seen that look ...
    before, missy. You have your eyes on your next fuck. Who is it this time? Danny? Ron?... Stu-art?" "Nobody, you delusional bitch. Why do you always think everything's about sex? God you're such a slut." They both started giggling, which drew Mr. Fickle's attention. "Alright boys and girls, let's get back at it. Scene two. From the top please. Twenty-five more focused minutes and you can daydream all you want." "Ugh, damn slave driver." Stacey said as she playfully slapped Beth's ass. "Get yourself focused so we can get the hell out of here. You can tell me all about your distraction on the way back to our place." Beth turned to get back in position just in time to see the backlit form of the lanky stagehand working the push-broom across the stage. She watched the way he moved and for a few seconds got lost in her odd fantasy again, right before he tripped on something which snapped her back to the job at hand. She returned to her position with a silly grin on her face. *** The wind whistled through the buildings and the soft glow of an early sunset was still visible, softly reflecting off the mirrored glass of the new dorms. The cool air caused the sidewalk traffic to move a little quicker than its normally relaxed pace and the typical student chatter was strangely absent. "Come on, spill it sister. What was up with you tonight?... And don't give me that workload bullshit, I know better." "Damn you're a nosy hussy," she began with an exaggerated sigh. "Okay already. So have ...
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