1. A Patron of the Arts, Part One - Quinn


    Date: 7/29/2016, Categories: Spanking, Author: Boss01, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    hinting, she finally came out and asked what role she would have for the show. The two directors were kind of stunned, and made some remarks that made it sound as if the exact role was still under consideration. Absolutely no one but the directors thought that Quinn should be anything but in the audience, but it wasn’t until half the parents threatened to pull their kids that common sense prevailed. Quinn showed up the night of the review clearly miffed, and dressed to the nines. Her family was always well turned out, but that evening she was wearing “red carpet” clothes; in this case a shimmery black cocktail dress that was so tight that it left little to the imagination, and a pair of stiletto heels that accentuated what the dress encased. She was certainly the center of attention, which was her plan all along. And to every discreet inquiry as to why she wasn’t on stage, she had a sotto voce response that sounded gracious but was actually rather snarky. The show went off without a hitch. The applause was thunderous, with a standing ovation for Quinn’s younger sister, Amanda, which was more than I guess the girl could take. While Amanda was backstage changing, Quinn set sights on her boyfriend. By the time Amada came out, she had the poor boy panting like a puppy in heat, rubbing everything she had up against him in full view of her younger sibling. Terse recriminations were exchanged between the sisters, followed by Amanda storming out, her hapless beau in tow. ...
    Nonplussed, Quinn began making the rounds, clearly planning to not be stuck leaving alone. But despite her obvious attempts to hook up with someone, anyone, and preferably someone who could snag her an invite to the cast party, she came up dry. As the crowds in the lobby thinned, she was suddenly nowhere to be seen. Now it was just me and Kirsten, one of the directors, left. She gave me the same smile almost everyone else had that evening, but in the end all she could say was a choking “I hope you liked it.” “I did,” I replied back. “I think I’ll just hang out a bit longer. I have a key. I’ll lock up.” “Okay,” she said, clearly feeling uncomfortable. Then she left. I went over and locked the door behind her. I’m not sure why, but as I roamed listlessly through the facility, I somehow ended up back-stage. I saw that the house and stage lights were still on. I killed the house lights, and was about to kill the stage lights, when I heard someone call out, “Hey! Who’s there?” I stepped out onto the stage, and saw Quinn standing behind the prop sofa that was in the center. The final number of the show, in keeping with the holiday season, was an ensemble rendition of “The Christmas Song”. As each cast-member came onstage singing their part, they placed a present under the tree, and then joined the others. The boys were seated on the sofa, and the girls (who always outnumbered the boys) stood alongside and behind. The stage was now bare except for the sofa, which was bathed by a soft spot. I ...
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