1. A funny thing happened.. pt 2


    Date: 7/16/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Blowjob, Erotica, Male/Teen Female, Author: Cynthiia23, Rating: 25, Source: sexstories.com

    little soiree in the green room. On the 10th, we drove an hour or so into the closest town of any size to grab some supplies and do some shopping. On the 11th, after the show, we met again in the room Liz and I shared for some chips and salsa, a little weed, and a couple of good bottles of wine—my treat. The matinee on the 12th was a little rocky, but we're young and in good shape, and the hangovers were mostly gone by the evening performance. Then two more shows on Sunday the 13th, and then it was Valentine's Day. I collected the keys to the theater and the green room from Jason at around 2:00 that afternoon, and—silly me!—I'd forgotten to wear a bra. Our Company Manager probably noticed, since I gave him an extra-tight hug to thank him for letting us into the building on the off day. Oopsy daisy! By 4:00 we'd finished setting the stage, as it were, which gave us three hours clear for hair, make up, a quick bite to eat, and a little bit more wine. I'd texted the guest of honor, and I'd told him to arrive around 7:00. 6. The green room at the Broken Arrow Opera House feels like a large studio apartment: there's a kitchen space—sink, fridge and microwave—along one wall with a strip of cheap white linoleum flooring in case of spills, and then there's the public space: inexpensive light blue shag carpet, a large comfy couch and mismatched easy chair, and a couple of big bean bag-like things all more or less facing a decent-sized flat screen mounted on the far wall. And there's ...
    a small bathroom just off the wall to your right as you stand in the doorway. Unusually for this kind of waiting/break room there is also a twin bed—a more than usually comfortable version of the required "Equity cot"—pushed lengthwise against the wall opposite the kitchen. For our little gathering we'd rearranged things a bit. We'd dragged the bed into the center of the room and covered it with red satin sheets. The couch was arranged along one long side of the bed, and two of the beanbags along the other. We'd pirated a couple of halogen floor lamps and kept them on low as an alternative to the bright, harsh glare of the fluorescents in the ceiling, and we had several large candles placed in strategic places which helped set the mood as well as supplement the lamps. We'd also snuck into the men's room down the hall, and hung up a sort of costume for Sim: a knee-length toga-thing, (sewn by Carolyn, a minx of many talents, from Target's cheapest bedsheets) which covered waist and one shoulder, and a soft rope to belt it with. A note in a small envelope next to it read as follows: "This is a dress rehearsal. This is your costume. Wear it AND NOTHING ELSE!" There was also a tumbler with a couple of fingers of Jack Lindley's best bourbon, adorned by a ribbon with a tag which said "Drink This." Jack had insisted. If a glass of his beloved Pappy Von Winkle's was to be sacrificed to this debauchery, its epitaph would be a quotation from his equally beloved Lewis Carroll. Where does ...
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