Chapter 1
Taking a deep breath, Melinda ventured forth onto the empty stage, gliding as gracefully as a young woman could, considering she was absolutely terrified. Nonetheless, she wore her brightest smile and paused at center stage, then turned and faced the glaring spotlight that shone from the facade of the first mezzanine.
"Name," demanded an authoritative male voice from somewhere in the invisible orchestra seats.
"Melinda Cain," she replied, folding her hands at her crotch, an unconscious gesture that betrayed her nervousness.
"You dance very well," complimented the director, now a shadowy figure several rows away.
"Thank you, sir," said Melinda, glancing offstage at the other dancers awaiting their individual auditions. She was good, but not as good as some of them, she admitted to herself.
"You have a very attractive body," the director remarked boldly to her utter embarrassment. Melinda was already self-conscious of the way her tight-fitting, purple leotard clung to the undeniably sensuous contours of her supple body. With a 38-22-36 figure, Melinda often aroused the interest of male admirers, but what impressed them the most was the perfection of her long, shapely legs. At five feet ten inches she was a statuesque beauty whose talents as an actress and entertainer were frequently overlooked.
"I'm working on it," Melinda chimed with a carefree toss of her lush, golden blonde hair, trying too hard to sound clever.
"How old are you?" the director inquired.
"Twenty-three," she answered honestly. Actually, she looked younger, as if barely out of high school. That had proven to be both an advantage and a liability.
"What have you done before?" the director abruptly asked.
Melinda hesitated. Her carefully prepared snow job melted from her memory. The truth of the matter was that beyond acting class, her only theatrical experience consisted of attending countless casting calls like this and walking away empty-handed. I'm going to blow this one, too, she thought, knowing that if she did, she'd have to go back to waiting tables.
"Ah ... you mean ... what shows have I done?" said Melinda, stalling for time.
"Have you appeared off-Broadway before?" the director prodded.
"In a manner of speaking," she laughed giddily. "I've done extensive summer stock," she lied valiantly. "That's off-Broadway, isn't it?"
There was an excruciating silence from the orchestra, then the director whimsically replied, "No. That's off-off-Broadway."
The mild laughter of her fellow dancers put Melinda at ease. "I've done a few commercials, danced in the chorus line of several Atlantic City shows...." she volunteered, still lying through her smiling teeth.
"That's fine, Ms. Cain," the director interrupted. "Would you please wait offstage?"
Melinda's hopes sank like a stone in cold water. She lingered for a moment on the naked stage and it took all of her professional discipline to appear unperturbed. Then she obediently walked off, back to the anonymity of the wings. She swallowed the lump in her throat and discreetly dabbed away the teardrops welling in her eyes. She waited patiently while the others were similarly interrogated, then fastened her skirt over her Danskin when the auditions were completed.
The stage manager announced the names of the lucky few chosen for the show. The list did not include Melinda, so she gathered her belongings and headed for the nearest exit. But before she could escape to daylight there was a tap on her shoulder.
"Ms. Cain," said the stage manager, "do you have a moment?"
She paused and turned. "Yes?"
"The director, Mr. Huxton, would like to see you in his office."
"Me?" gasped Melinda, her hopes on the upswing.
"It's on the other side of the stage, up the flight of spiral stairs," the manager directed.
"Thank you," she said, hurrying off eagerly.
Melinda crossed the stage and scaled the swirling iron staircase. When she reached the upper landing, she rapped gently on an unmarked door.
"Come in," commanded the distinctive voice of Julius Huxton.
Melinda quietly entered the office and found the director seated behind a large mahogany desk. "You wanted to see me, Mr. Huxton?" she asked sheepishly.
"Ah, Ms. Cain, yes...." he smiled; a man of at least fifty with silvery gray hair, an impressively handsome face and wearing a fashionably casual brown corduroy jacket over a beige turtleneck sweater, faded jeans and Frye boots. "Please be seated," he pleasantly insisted.
Melinda slid into a chair beside his desk and crossed her legs. The slit of her skirt parted to expose her thigh and she noted the delight in Huxton's eyes.
"I meant what I said," he told her.
"About my dancing?" asked Melinda. "Or my body?" she flirtatiously added.
"Both," he playfully replied.
"Neither one got me the job," Melinda lamented.
Huxton raised an eyebrow. "That remains to be seen."
"What do you mean?"
"How badly do you want this job?" he inquired suggestively.
Melinda hesitated in replying, uncertain that his remark was an outright proposition and fearful of the consequences of misinterpreting him. "I'd do anything to get the job," she flatly answered, watching his eyes closely for a clue to his true intentions.
A sly grin spread across Huxton's face. "Anything!" he pressed, arching an eyebrow. His lech erous expression spoke for itself and Melinda felt as if she were being cornered. She wanted the job so badly, needed it so desperately, but could she submit to Huxton's sexual advances? Of course, she could. But should she? Why not? He was a reasonably handsome man. No doubt she'd enjoy it. Surely other aspiring actresses had resorted to this method of advancing their careers. It was certainly worth the reward of appearing in an off-Broadway show. The more Melinda considered it, the more advantages she discovered, not to mention that it had been months since she had fucked anyone and she was never known to refuse a firm piece of meat from a man who knew how to use it.
Melinda took a deep breath and committed herself. "Anything you want, Mr. Huxton," she softly replied.
Melinda slowly rose to her feet. "Take off the skirt," he told her, as if directing a scene.
Melinda demurely complied with his request, unsnapping the buttons on her hip and removing the skirt, draping it over the arm of her chair. She stood before him in her leotard, her nipples hardening in response to his appreciative gaze and the anticipation of their impending intimacies.
Huxton stood up and Melinda immediately noticed the bulge in the crotch of his pants. He walked around to the front of the desk and confronted her, his smile diminishing to a subtle smirk, his penetrating eyes narrowing as he approached his luscious prey. Then he took her in his arms and kissed her passionately, his wet tongue prying apart her dry lips to probe her warm, sweet mouth. Soon his hands sank from the curves of her waist to the broad slope of her hips, then behind her to clench the full, firm cheeks of her ass, pressing her groin against his throbbing hardness.
Breathless, Melinda tore her lips away and swooned in his powerful embrace. Huxton continued to grind his crotch against hers while his mouth brushed her cheek and nibbled gently on her ear. He kissed and licked the fragrant flesh of her neck and Melinda shivered uncontrollably. His hands wandered up her spine and she sighed, responding to his deft and sensuous touch. He caressed her shoulders and neck with a tenderness she found irresistible. Then he abruptly clutched the top of her leotard in each of his fists and yanked the elastic tights off her shoulders and down her arms. Melinda's breasts popped out and Huxton held them in his eager grasp.
Stripped to the waist and bound at the wrists, Melinda squirmed as he kneaded, squeezed and pinched her tits, aroused by his audacious groping. Huxton lowered his lips to kiss her protruding nipples, licking and sucking her tender, pink buds until she moaned in ecstasy.
Then he pulled her hands free of the sleeves and forced the leotard down to her ankles. Kneeling before her, Huxton wrapped his hands around the back of her thighs and nestled his face in the fluffy tufts of pubic hair between her legs.
"Oh, yes," Melinda whimpered, stroking his hair as his tongue wormed its way between the pouting lips of her cunt.
She opened her thighs to him and was rewarded with the slithering thrusts of his expert tongue which scowered the tantalizing recesses of her womb until it isolated the core of her desire. He lapped her clitoris like a dog, making her shudder and quiver with spastic delight. But before she could come, he withdrew and instead stroked her long legs from thigh to calf to ankle and up to thigh again. "Lovely," he whispered in admiration. "Lovely legs."
He rose to face her, expressionless, distant. "Lay down on the couch," he ordered and watched as she readily obeyed.
Melinda reclined on the black leather furniture and awaited his further commands.
"Take that off," he motioned to her shoes and the leotard that clung to her ankles.
Melinda stripped completely and laid back.
"Spread your legs," Huxton demanded. "Spread them wide."
Uninhibitedly, Melinda hung one leg over the top of the couch and the other over the edge so that her furry mound gaped invitingly.
"Place your hand on your cunt," he instructed, removing his jacket and tossing it on the desk.
Melinda reached down and ran her fingers through the light brown curls that matted her pussy. It was hot and wet and ready.
"Play with yourself while you watch me undress," he told her and even this Melinda was willing to do, sinking three of her fingers into her saturated orifice, rolling her clitoris as she observed him.
Discarding his turtleneck sweater, Huxton revealed a muscular chest devoid of hair. With ease and swiftness he removed his trousers and briefs and unashamedly brandished an uncircumcised cock that stood erect as a yardstick. He left his boots on.
He mounted her without hesitation, replacing her fingers with his prodding prick, burying it to the balls in her snug, hot snatch. Bracing the heels of his boots against the arm of the couch, Huxton proceeded to fuck Melinda in slow, deep strokes.
The pleasure of his thrusts became so intense that Melinda clawed the hard, rippling muscles that stretched across his broad back, thrashing her head from side to side and groaning in exquisite torment.
"Long, lovely legs," he murmured in her ear as his strong hands massaged her thighs, encouraging her to lift her legs and lock them behind the small of his back.
But just as Melinda was getting started, Huxton was winding up, balling her with the desperation of a man racing for the finish line.
"Don't come yet, please," she begged, but the selfish bastard ignored her pleas and plowed into her relentlessly. Then finally he reared back and slammed into her with all his might, spurting his load in a single shot. Huxton groaned as he came and collapsed on top of her.
He lay motionless for several minutes and Melinda feared that he may have overexerted himself to a fatal degree. Then abruptly, he disengaged himself from her, sliding his shriveling cock from her grimy cunt and sitting up on the arm of the couch.
He stared down at Melinda who was still sprawled against the leather cushions with her legs spread apart and mocked her with a smug grin. "Well? What are you waiting for? Get dressed."
Melinda could not conceal her disappointment. "Can't we ... can't we do it again?" she implored. "Why?"
"I didn't come yet," she meekly explained.
"Oh, really?" he teased.
Melinda raised her hips slightly off the couch, offering herself to him once again. "Please!"
The grin melted to a sneer and Huxton planted the sole of his boot directly on her cunt. The cruel gesture succeeded in further arousing Melinda's passion. She reached down and seized the boot, holding it firmly against her crotch, rotating her hips so that the leather sole was grinding against her succulent slit.
Huxton increased the pressure and Melinda squealed with delight, stroking and caressing the boot as if it were a phallus, trying to wedge the tip between the lips of her inflamed orifice. Huxton obliged her kinky desire until the smooth but tough leather rested against her throbbing clit.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" she wailed frantically, flinching as Huxton twisted his foot from side to side, pushing down on the tender spot as if flooring an accelerator. Responding like a revved-up engine, Melinda surged toward an unbearable climax.
When her moment of fulfillment arrived, Melinda gritted her teeth to stifle a scream, clutched his heel with trembling hands and jerked violently several times, once for each orgasm. Then her body relaxed and Huxton removed his foot. When she opened her eyes, Melinda saw that he was again smiling.
"Satisfied?" he asked.
The answer was too obvious to require a reply.
"Good," he remarked. "Then you'd better get dressed now. You passed your audition," he informed her with a touch of sarcasm.
Self-conscious of her nudity in the aftermath of their intimate session, Melinda modestly covered her breasts with one arm and reached for her clothes with the other. Disinterested, Huxton turned away to don his own attire.
"Rehearsals begin next Tuesday," he routinely announced as he stepped into his trousers. "Nine a.m. sharp. There are two female leads. You've got one of them."
Melinda's eyes widened, her heart started pounding and her cheeks flushed with excitement. In her sudden exuberance, she dropped her clothes and scurried over to Huxton, wheeling him around and embracing him. "Oh, thank you! Thank you!" she cried, kissing his neck.
Startled by her emotional outburst, Huxton raised his hands to her shoulders and tried unsuccessfully to pry her loose of him. In the meantime, his trousers fell to his knees. "Take it easy!" he beseeched.
"You don't know what this means to me!" Melinda ranted, rubbing her luscious boobs against his chest. "How could I ever show you my gratitude?"
The question hung in the air for a moment. Then, as if in response, Huxton's penis mushroomed against her belly.
Melinda glanced down at his swelling organ, then smiled up at him. "You're the director," she cheerfully conceded and sank slowly to her knees in willing submission.
She traced the elongated dimensions of his manhood with her lips, gently kissing and nibbling his rigid stem until it expanded to its full prominence. Her tongue smeared sweet saliva up and down and around the shaft, tickling, teasing and tantalizing him. What had begun as sexual bribery had become a genuine desire on Melinda's part to please her newfound employer.
Whatever her motive, Huxton relished Melinda's uninhibited display of gratefulness. He savored the oral foreplay as long as he could stand it, then impatiently seized her by the sides of her head and directed the tip of his prick to her slightly parted lips. With a forceful thrust he jammed his cock deep into her mouth and jerked her head back and forth, setting her in motion.
Melinda gave head with all the vigor and enthusiasm of a high-priced hooker, massaging his balls as she sucked and moaning deliciously as if guzzling his cum was a privilege.
Just before he spilled his seed down Melinda's gulping throat, Huxton arched his back, stiffened his thighs and howled like a wild beast. It was the best performance he'd seen in a long, long time.