Chapter 2
It was the night of the big audition: the private showcase to which every big producer and director in movie-land had been invited. This was the occasion when some of us, maybe only one of us, would be "discovered" and swept up to stardom, fame and fortune!
I was already stark naked, waiting the call to go onstage. I pulled aside the curtain and peeked into the girls' dressing room. Jodi was busy checking off the wardrobe on a long list of paper. She spotted me before I could get away.
"You dirty bastard!" she snarled, obviously trying not to look down at my long prick, dangling loosely. "Only some kind of an animal would take advantage of a poor, defenseless little girl like Mona. I hope you're proud of yourself now! And another thing, you filthy prick, dirtying our clean bed sheets with your unspeakable vile excretions. You know, you ought to be locked up and put away-wherever they keep sex degenerates!"
I shrugged, closed the curtain, and squeezed past other ogling cast members as I looked around for my nude partner. Finally ending up at the John, I knocked softly on the door. "Mona? Are you in there?"
"Who is it?" Mona's voice sounded nervous.
"It's me, Prentiss-I mean, 'Miles.'" Mona opened the door, an anguished look on her pretty made-up face. "Opening night jitters?" I teased, gazing down at the soft triangular mound of curly brown hair between her smooth, shapely legs.
"Oh, golly, I can't go through with this! I feel so ... naked!"
I laughed. "Come on, pro, buck up. Everyone will be looking only at you, gorgeous. You'll have the front row panting in your lap."
She sighed. "That's all I need now. How in the world can you be so cool? Oh, gosh, how I'm going to hate those horrible bright lights onstage."
"What do you have to worry about, Venus? It's all for art's sake."
"Quit clowning, you big idiot. I can't even think of a single line right now. My head's a complete blank!"
"Just do what comes naturally-remember?" I winked, looking down again at her furry patch.
She frowned, catching my obvious meaning.
At that moment, Mr. Oxman came up behind me, resting his hand on my shoulder. "Well, you're my ace in the hole, kids. All thirty seats are filled with producers and directors, which only proves that everybody loves to look at young, beautiful bodies." He winked, looking down at my dick. "All my RSVP's were answered, and we've got more directors and producers than I ever expected. So don't let me down, eh?"
"Oh, my gosh," Mona squealed excitedly.
"I'm especially proud of you, Mona." He smiled, sliding his sweaty hand down my back and pausing on my bare behind. "I thought in the beginning you might be too naive and girlish for this nude scene, but you've proved yourself a real actress. Congratulations to both of you, and go out there and give 'em hell!" He leaned over slightly and kissed her on the cheek, while at the same time, his fingers slipped down between the cheeks of my rump.
"Thanks, coach, it's all your fault," she chirped, beaming.
Mr. Oxman nodded my way, his fingers reluctantly leaving their warm haven as he turned and disappeared through the dim passageway.
"Mona, you're on!" Jodi's deep voice called out. She came running over gesturing toward the stage with her rolled-up script, as the stage lights dimmed.
Mona grabbed my hand tightly.
"This is it," I said, leading her gingerly by the hand toward the stage, where the curtain was just closing. Standing in the wings, I stared hungrily at her trembling, round breasts. In the semi-darkness, I felt pats of hands and heard voices wishing us luck. Dimly, I could see the wings were full of peering cast members and students. The applause from out front died down, and four other actors stepped upstage, closing the curtain behind them, and quickly disappeared into the wings.
"Gee whiz!" Mona stammered, quickly leading me across the cold floor to the center of the stage. I followed closely, letting my thick dangling penis slap against her sexy little wiggling behind. She hit at it as I fol lowed her onto the bed. As Mona hurriedly pulled the sheet over our legs, I moved my hand across her body, resting it between her thighs, and shoved one finger inside the soft, warm lips of her pussy. She gasped, as the curtain opened and the stage lights came on brilliantly above us; then she bent her knees hastily so that the sheet covered my moving hand. Mona looked toward me, frantically trying to get in character.
I looked up at her and automatically mumbled the opening line of our scene. "The way you talk in front of everybody, I just thought you were already with it. You know, a real swinger."
Mona's eyes widened in disbelief as my hidden finger kept pushing between her legs rhythmically. "I only talked that way around you, because I wanted you to hear it. Honestly, I've never been laid before. I just wanted it to be with you the first time." She blinked her eyes innocently, in character, toward the footlights.
"What do you mean, the first time?" I exclaimed, now pushing my two fingers hard into the moist flesh. "Who's getting seconds?" I stretched one long, hairy leg out from under the sheet and wiggled my toes provocatively.
The audience laughed.
Mona gave me a real dirty look, unable to take her folded arms from across her round globes to brush my eager fingers away. "You don't understand, do you?" she continued as the laughter died down.
"I'm not a mind reader, sweetheart. This was your idea, remember? Either you want it or you don't! Quit farting around, huh?" I continued in character, turning my body slightly sideways so that my long, half-hard cock fell against her smooth leg.
Mona looked into my face pleadingly, aghast at what was going on under the sheets right in front of the gaping eyes of the attentive audience. "How dare you talk like that in front of me! That's no way to talk to a lady!" she exclaimed taking the opportunity to squirm as my fingers dug deeper into her quivering snatch.
Again, the audience laughed, aware that something more than they could see was going on.
I pressed my swollen organ harder against her leg. "Don't start rapping at me, Bernice. You're the one who did all the eye batting in the first place. And, honey, I'm staying till the finish!"
"Well, as you can see, Miles, we're in bed, stark naked, so let's get this show on the road!"
Unexpectedly, there were cheers from the other side of floodlights. They were obviously getting in the spirit of things.
"Can I ask you a question first?" I said, pulling my wet fingers out from between her legs.
She sighed loudly, a little relieved, but I could tell she missed it really. She nodded her head at me plaintively, still in character.
"Are we going to do it with your arms folded like that?" I shook a glistening wet finger in her face.
Everyone seemed to spot it at once. In a spontaneous burst of awareness, both the audience out front and Mona burst out laughing. It seemed to do the trick, too, because she slid her arms down underneath the sheets and with one hand, grabbed my hot stiffness, stroking it up and down slowly.
I grinned. "Can I ask you one more favor?" I said, waggling the same moist finger in her pretty face.
She looked away from me toward the footlights. "No, Miles, we're not going to do it with this sheet between us either!" she remarked dryly, still pressing and squeezing my throbbing cock.
The audience snickered. So did the ogling cast members from the wings. They could see even more than the audience could imagine.
I turned completely on my side so she could grip me more easily. "Don't get mad, Bernice, but could I ask you one more thing? And that'll be all, I promise!"
"What now?" she questioned, pushing up and down, her hand tightly around me. Her slick jacking-off technique surprised and delighted me. Involuntarily, I let out a deep moan of pleasure.
"Would you mind, just for fun, putting on lots of lipstick and makeup? You know, like a real prostitute. It'll remind me of the good old days at the seaport bars," I remarked.
"Oh, I know just what you mean," she answered unconvincingly, blinking with her little girl innocent look.
The audience laughed, not believing a word she said.
Mona smiled at me, one eyebrow raised, as her thumb spread my own moisture over the top of my swollen and throbbing, pink cockhead. I growled softly deep in my throat, my legs quivering.
"I will," she continued, "if you do me a favor in return. I want you to put on your Navy uniform and do it with your fly open, you know, like rough trade," she beamed.
"Rough trade?" I exclaimed, in character.
Her jerking hand continued it piston-like motion. Surging waves of ecstasy were welling up between my legs. In fact, I knew that very soon I would have to come there in front of the world, right into her clutching hand. Yeah, that was a great idea! The more I thought of it, the better I liked it. I wondered what Mona's expression would be when I dumped my steamy load into her dainty mitt. The play went on.
"Oh, yes," she exclaimed. "You can even pay me in real money if you like."
"Real money?" I stammered, bracing myself for that anticipated finale.
"Yes. And Miles, dear, one more favor. While you're doing it to me, would you mind thrusting your finger up my rosy rectum at the same time? It makes me feel so good. Like I'm getting sparks from both ends!" She giggled with delight as she stroked and pulled roughly on my swollen hard-on.
The audience sounded hysterical, really getting stoked with such sexy lines from such an innocent-looking chick. Did they know?
Pretending it was part of my character, I closed my eyes and fell against the pillow. At the same time, I tried to hold my convulsing body steady and stifle a scream as an overwhelming orgasm engulfed me. A hot gush of come jetted from my throbbing rod into Mona's overflowing hand.
Trying to finish the scene as written, she looked at me, thoroughly startled. I didn't give a damn anymore, and closing my eyes, I lay back on the pillow, completely enjoying this new sensation as the house lights dimmed and the audience thundered its applause.
"You dirty thing!" I heard Mona whisper into my ear, as I felt a hard, stinging slap across my head!
"You stupid bitch!" I protested. "I gave you everything I had! What more do you want-blood?" I watched her with amusement as she frantically tried to wipe the sticky sperm from her hand onto the sheet before the lights came up.
We took our curtain calls without moving from the bed. As the lights dimmed again and the curtain closed, Mona jumped up and vanished into the wings, fuming! I pulled the sheet over me before the stage lights came on. I knew I was a real mess from my navel down to my wet privates. What the hell? What other actor could say he came onstage during his debut! The stage lights went on.
All of a sudden, I heard an excited voice trying to get my attention from the wings. It was Jodi, followed by other cast members and students. "Prentiss, this was left for you at the stage door. I don't know who it's from, but it's probably an offer for your after-hours services," she said sarcastically, shoving the small envelope in my face. She grimaced as she glanced down at the slimy damp spot on my groin.
I grabbed the envelope, tore it open, and read the card silently. As the entire group gathered around the bed, I stood up in my full nakedness and declaimed aloud in my most theatrical voice, "All Starr Pictures Corporation, Mr. Jason King, Movie Director, Belaire-."
Everyone gasped.
"Well, I'll be damned!" I exclaimed, and fell back onto the pillow in a mock faint.