I had met Gabi when the show I was in was cancelled one night, meaning the cast and crew spent the evening entertaining themselves in a bar rather than entertaining the audience on the stage. She was about 5'5", so a couple of inches shorter than me, good firm breasts and a wonderful shaped ass. An American college student on an extended break to the UK, whilst she had a girlfriend back in the U.S. she had apparently agreed a deal that she could "play with boys" when she was away. Happily for me, I also quickly found out that "playing" went a lot further than kissing, cuddling or even fucking -- she had a kinky side too.
We'd gone back to her lodgings that first night and explored how it was going to be a little. She'd also let me know she wanted to push it further, which meant when I woke up in the morning, back in my own rented accommodation the first thing that went through my mind was exactly what was going to happen that night. Gabi had said she'd seen a collar, and that she was going to have to borrow some clothes from some of the other girls on the tour. My mind raced, pondering the possibilities.
I got through the day feeling somewhat distracted, not surprisingly. I didn't really have anything to do, so I went into the city centre and spent some more time in the Internet café. As the show-time came around, I took a long way round to the venue, passing by a shop that sold various Goth t-shirts, bracelets, pagan-style jewellery and so on. I'd hoped she was in the area as she'd said the group was out seeing a local tourist site but would be back around five.
Sure enough, she and two of her friends were just coming out of the shop as I passed. Even dressed in jeans and T-shirt, she looked good, and her face lit up when she saw me coming. She was holding a plastic bag from the shop, and clutched it defensively to her chest.
"You so don't get to see this until I get to the show," she announced. The other two grinned along with her at my expression. I leant in and gave her a kiss, and promised to be patient. I also, however, whispered another quiet promise in her ear that made her draw breath a little quickly and glance up at me. I nodded and moved off.
Getting ready for the show went past in a blur, as we went through a warm-up, put on the make-up and the costumes. All I could see in my mind was her face and body, and with about five minutes to go I finally had to get my concentration, reign in my imagination and do what I was being paid for.
I wasn't in the first scene, but as the others in the cast came backstage one of them leant in to me and said "You did know that American girl you went off with last night has turned up tonight, didn't you?" I nodded back, knowing to keep speech to a minimum while the show was on, and he added "Knowing you, you're going to love what she's wearing. Lucky git, you are."
I headed out onto the stage, letting my face stay blank as I scanned the audience. Gabi and her two friends were not hard to spot, as they were sat in the middle of the front row. Working from feet to head, she was dressed in tight leather laced boots, a long purple and black skirt, a black corset that pushed her already gorgeous cleavage to new heights and a black collar round her neck with a noticeable d-ring at the front. She looked every inch the fuckable little slut I wanted her to be and as she made eye contact with me she grinned like she could read my mind and gave an almost imperceptible little wriggle that made her breasts shake.
I got through the show without making any mistakes, although I'm not quite sure how.
At the final curtain, several other members of the cast commented on her outfit. Not all of them knew what had happened the night before, so as it was explained that she was here because of me I did, of course, get a certain amount of teasing, mixed in with a little envy from some of the other male members of the cast. The director made do with some veiled comments about how I shouldn't wear myself out overnight, and a reminder I had to be back on stage the following night. I waved them all away, and the group made its way to the same bar as the previous night.
I met up with Gabi and her friends there. I'd mentioned that it would take me at least half an hour to get changed and strike the set, and they should head on without me. They'd got their drinks in ahead of me getting there, and Gabi presented me with a congratulatory beer and a very enthusiastic hug. I managed to get the pint to one side before I spilled it and squeezed her back, kissing her mouth hungrily and then ducking my head round to one side to take a small nip on her ear. She squeaked and pushed me away a little.
I spent another happy night in the bar (this was becoming a habit). Gabi and her friends had apparently really enjoyed the play, a comedy. It was great to be complimented, of course, and I talked to all of them freely and easily. Gabi, of course, was sat on my right all the way through and we kept touching lightly, hands wandering across each others back or neck, her fingers trailing along my thigh under the table at one stage. Without looking down, I firmly took her wrists and moved it back on to her leg, turning and whispering "Later," in to her ear. She pouted and looked disappointed, so I moved my right hand to very lightly grip her hair and apply a little pressure, tilting her head backwards. Her mouth opened slightly and her eyes flicked over to me. I met her gaze calmly, before letting go. The small smile that flickered around her lips showed me she enjoyed the moment as much as I had.
Eventually closing time came around again, last drinks were purchased and consumed and we all went out into the street to make our way back. Those members of the cast that had stayed throughout offered a final quip before heading off in their own direction as Gabi and I walked back through the city streets to her lodgings.
"You never actually said what you thought of my outfit," she commented to me as we walked along.
I grinned hungrily back at her, letting my gaze go up and down her body. "I can honestly say you look absolutely fucking sensational," I replied. "Every inch what you mentioned last night."
"A fuckable little slut?" she teased back, spreading her arms wide and turning to face me.
I stepped in, forced both of her wrists together behind her back with one hand and pulled on the d-ring on her collar with the other, meeting her mouth with my own in a deep kiss. She pushed up against me, not offering any resistance.
After a few seconds I broke it off and moved back, keeping her at arm length. Now she resisted, trying to close the distance between us and kiss me again. I kept my fingers around the ring at her neck, holding her in place.
"Very fuckable, very slutty and very, very distracting," I said. "There is absolutely no way I'm going to let you get away with it, no matter how much I enjoyed looking at you throughout the show. You have no idea how hard it is to keep your concentration when you've got someone dressed like you in the audience!"
She giggled at me. Looking around the residential area we'd walked to, only a few minutes walk away from her lodgings, I spotted what I wanted. I let go of her wrists and put one arm across her shoulder and began to walk her into a darkened alleyway, letting go of the ring as I did.
"You are a very naughty little slave, distracting me whilst I'm working," I admonished her.
"But you liked it, sir," she replied, grinning back. "Your eyes nearly bugged out of your head when you came on stage the first time!"
Ignoring this, I checked back to the entrance to the alleyway. We'd moved just out of the lit area from the streetlight and anyone passing by and glancing in probably wouldn't see us. Probably. I stopped walking and turned her to face one wall.
"Put your palms on the wall."
"What?" she replied, turning back to look at me, surprised.
I reached down to one wrist, placed her hand flat on the wall, and stepping behind her did the same with her other palm. She was an arms length off the wall, her arms slightly bent. "Do not move," I warned.
"Mmm, yes sir," she replied. I knew from the previous night that she liked to be manipulated and commanded, and I intended to take advantage of that for a few minutes. I pressed myself into her back and ass, and ran my hands along her shoulders up to her neck, trailing the nails through her hair. She shivered slightly but kept her hands in place. Without breaking contact, my hands slid down either side of her face, across her throat and the collar and drifted on to the top of her breasts. Gabi's breath caught in her throat a little and she wriggled her ass back against me. I had expected it and stepped back smartly before bringing my right hand down on her ass with an audible smack. She yelped, but didn't move her hands.
"Good girl," I said. "Do not move."
"Yes, sir."
