What we called "speed dating" was a staple in acting camp. This wasn't a casual camp, but vital training for early-career actors and actresses with a solid grasp of the basics who were willing to pay for good teaching and a chance to be seen by people who had real influence in the industry. We were all young, the teachers were good, and for me it felt like my best chance for a break, so work came before play. Our coaches would pair us up in a ring and give a role-playing assignment. We would improvise on that, or sometimes with a script, until a timer buzzed. Then rotate partners for another round. It was usually fun, occasionally embarrassing, and in private we made jokes about speed dating with "adult rules". It was rumored that after the students left the teachers had a big party with plenty of booze, often ending in a speed dating session by "adult rules". You could imagine whatever you wanted for that.
The weeks passed quickly, until we found ourselves at a our farewell party, all students, no minders. Ren had been house-sitting for a teacher who was away, and she had access to their large and comfortable living room. She had stocked the wine and beer pantry, and there were munchies. Until then, we had not partied much. Of course we knew each other pretty well, through speed dating and other classes, though sometimes I wasn't sure what was acting and what was the real person.
Ren was the "bad girl" who would dare anything. If there was a part that required a little extra female skin to show, she was an obvious choice from any angle, and would play the part with enthusiasm and ingenuity. In live performance she had been known to surprise the man playing opposite her with more heat than was in the script, but only if it improved the show. We trusted her, and she had an unfailing sense for when a real limit was reached. She might push right up to the edge of it, but not beyond.
At the farewell party, things mellowed after a few drinks, and some dancing with mood music. Ren tinged her glass to get our attention and said, "Who is for a round of speed dating.... adult rules." There was silence. She had our attention for sure.
"Adult rules," she said. "We'll mix it with Musical Chairs. We set up a ring of chairs in the center of the room, with one guy sitting in each chair." There were always a few more girls than guys in acting classes - more jobs available for actresses - so musical chairs would solve the pairing imbalance with a random element. That seemed fair.
"I set the music to play for some length of time. Girls dance around the outside of the ring, keeping an even spacing. When the music stops, they sit on the nearest chair, boy and all. If you're left standing, you're a coach and decide the assignment. It's all optional of course - if you don't like the assignment, opt out, but if you want back in again after leaving you have to ask permission, and I might demand a penalty. "
She let us digest the possibilities for a minute. "One more thing, the guys are naked." That of course brought a lot more possibilities to mind. She gave us another minute, while no one dared to speak, then, "Who wants to join the class?"
All the guys hands, including mine, went up quickly enough. The girls were a little slower - maybe they just wanted to not appear too eager. Everyone had imagined something like this for "adult rules", but this was making it concrete. Female hands went up one by one, but Annie looking confused, uncertain, both hands still in her lap, fluttering with indecision. To me, she was the most beautiful girl in the group, with an aloof shyness, immaculate beauty, wonderful proportions, always neatly dressed, and always a step back from the crowd. I had adored her from a distance since the first day. I don't know how I got the nerve, but I stood up from where I was sitting, walked over to the sofa where she sat, kneeled down to face her at eye level, and said, "Would you like a glass of wine?"
Her eyes met mine. She nodded slightly without saying a word. I reached over to the coffee table where there happened to be a freshly poured glass, and silently handed it to her. She brought it to her delicate pink lips, colored by youth, health, and cleanliness, not some lurid, greasy, stick. She drained the glass slowly, handed the empty glass back to me, and slowly put up her hand.
We were all in. It only took a moment to arrange seven chairs in a ring facing outwards, and clear a space around the outside. We were seven guys and nine girls, all of us pretty good looking. We wouldn't have been there if we weren't camera-ready material. There was a pause. We all looked at each other. Actually we all looked at Ron. He had the looks and the nerve to move first, and he did. He always liked the spotlight. His shirt came off, then everything else in measured sequence until he stood completely naked. Then he carried his neat pile of clothes over to a position by the wall, taking care to walk in front of every single girl in the room, and plunked himself down in a chair. It was the best chair. That broke the ice, and it was not long before all the chairs were filled, and most of the sitters well on the way to an erection, some on display, and others tucked out of sight.
What all of us had fantasized had suddenly became real. Ren was wearing her best troublemaker grin. She walked around the ring. Where pinched thighs were hiding the goods, she glared, and if that didn't do it, she reached between the poor guys legs to pull his essentials into view. When satisfied, she said, "Ladies?" and the girls all found positions in the ring. Ren made a couple swipes on a pad, and the music started. The girls started moving around, and the giggling began. One girl would whisper to the girl ahead of her, they'd both glance toward one of the chairs, and they'd both giggle. We in the chairs enjoyed the attention. They seemed friendly, hopeful, giggles.
That first round, the music went for quite a while. Everyone had a chance to inspect the options. And then it stopped. Wild shrieks and a mad rush and when things settled, only Ren and Gwen were standing. I think Ren wanted to coach the first round, but I know Gwen was trying for a seat. She and Carol were in front of me when the music stopped, and both made a dash for me, but Carol was quicker.
Carol was the comedian in the class - maybe not your first choice for the romantic lead, but she could crack jokes like crazy. She was wearing a white T shirt and her breasts though not large were beautifully shaped. The upright nipples under the thin cloth left no doubt that there was no obstructing bra. I think we both expected that shirt to come off in the first assignment, but we were wrong there. Gwen and Ren had been whispering in the center, and Gwen spoke first, "Boys, hands behind the chair and keep them there. You have been caught AWOL from base, and are awaiting punishment." Then Ren pulled a bundle of zip ties out of her pocket, "Girls, you're the MP. Secure the prisoners hands and proceed with the interrogation. Anyone want to opt out? Good." Ren held up a pair of wire cutters, "We'll let you go before dawn, I promise."
I gave a mournful look at her shirt, and Carol grinned and shook them at me. It would take a minute to distribute the props, so I ran my hands up Carol's thighs, patted her butt, and said, "I need to stand for a sec." She let me up and I scurried over to the sideboard, grabbed a full gin and tonic left there, and hurried back to my seat. She sat back down facing me and Ren brought the ties. Taking advantage of my last freedom, I lifted the drink and deliberately poured it on Carol's front. She gave a yelp - there was ice in the glass - but let me continue wetting her entire front. It had the desired effect and Carol looked down at herself, then my lap watching me stiffen.
