"What is acting about?" Asked Sarah, the director of the new play.
"Authenticity?" Replied a tired sounding Mark, the male lead.
"Authenticity. Right. So we need to find a real authentic rhythm here okay?"
"Okay."
They had been rehearsing this play for weeks and weeks and the chemistry just didn't seem to be getting any better.
Over the course of the play, Mark's character has sex with two female characters. One is consensual, and the other not. Sarah, the director was finding it difficult to fully relay the differences in these two scenes to the audience. However, she had a plan.
The next day Mark entered the rehearsal room, finding nothing other than a bed at one end, and a desk at the other. Also conspicuously placed on the desk was two pairs of handcuffs and a ballgag.
"Hey Mark!" Said a voice brightly. Mark turned, it was Lilly, the girl playing his wife in the play, who had just come into the room.
"Hey Lilly!"
She was relatively small but with long, beautiful legs, often wrapped up in very nicely textured leggings. By the lack of panty lines, Mark could also tell she only ever wore thongs. She was wearing a loose black top over some dark red leggings and white ankle socks. She had already taken off her shoes and left them by the door, as was customary for rehearsals with the amateur dramatics group. Mark, remembering this took his shoes off also.
Before Mark could ask Lilly what was going on, Sarah entered with the last member of the cast - Clara. Clara was small a blonde and a little ditzy, but in a cute way. She was wearing a fuzzy grey sweater over a shirt and a short pleated red and a black skirt that stopped shy of mid-thigh over some thick black tights. She liked of looked almost like a schoolgirl.
"Okay" said Sarah, pulling off her jumper to reveal a black tank top and shirt black denim skirt over some light black tights. "Everyone got the brief?"
Lilly and Clara nodded. Mark was confused.
"I'm sorry, what's going on?"
Sarah looked surprised for a moment but then began tying up her hair as she explained.
"I sent out the text last night. The intensity in these sexual scenes just isn't there and we need to get it there. So the girls have agreed to have you fuck them. Isn't that right girls?"
The girls voiced their concurrence.
"So", she continued, "the plan is for you to fuck each girl and try and make the context for the scenes as real as possible. So what that means is with Lilly you are going to fuck gentle and loving, making her cum. But with Clara you are going to fuck her hard and rough and she is going to try and resist you with all her might. Hence the handcuffs and the ballgag.
"I see."
"It'll be fun Mark!" Cooed Sarah. "You ready to go"?
"Well I suppose I am. Who am I having first?"
"Whichever you want, Girls."
With that both girls bent over, pushing their assess out. Lilly leaned over the bed to the left and Clara over the desk to the right, playing with the handcuffs still.
Marks brain went to his penis, which went rock hard immediately. Since he had woke up this morning he really hadn't considered something like this happening. He was suddenly glad he'd overslept and not had his usual morning tug. He knew he would have the stamina to work as much as he needed to here.
He looked at Lilly's tight ass and legs barely contained by her leggings. He could imagine how good she would feel around his cock. But then he looked at Clara's cute short skirt and thick black tights. She was bent over the desk just about enough that he could see her white panties underneath her tights. He knew what he wanted.
In character, Mark walked over to Clara, pushing his body up to the back of hers, pinning her between him and the desk. His hard dick was pushing into her back. Clara responded in character, as the feisty sister she was.
"Excuse me mister Jones! You have no business being this close to me. Is there something I can help you with??"
"Sure is" replied Mark, in the deep voice of his character. "I want to taste you Penny. I want you to feel me inside you"
Horrified, Penny (Clara) tried to pull away, but Jones' (Mark's) strong arms were able to stop her. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he slammed her torso and head down onto the table, pinning her there as his other hand undid his belt.
"Please mister Jones you don't have to do this!" screamed Penny, her arms flailing around.