Once home, after spending the night fucking Carol, I heated a pot pie and showered. I ate nude while congratulating myself for finding a fuck buddy next door and went back to bed. I did not have a job scheduled until the following weekend.
I awoke about five and had just finished shaving and brushing my teeth when someone knocked at the door. Through the peep I saw it was Carol and opened the door for her.
She rushed in and kissed me. When she saw I was naked with a rapidly rising dick she rushed to the bathroom shedding her clothes as she went. I heard the flush of the commode then the shower. I went to the bed and idly played with my dick.
When she came out she was still mostly wet but said she could not wait to tell me about her day. She was bubbly. She did not look like the kind of woman that could be bubbly but she certainly was. It softened her features.
She straddled my hips and slowly lowered herself to me. Her pussy was still wet from the shower but, as I had learned last night, it was a tight pussy. My only slightly larger than average dick filled her up. Her self impalement took a while. After she was comfortable with me in her she started to tell me of her day.
"The cattle call yesterday had been something of a ruse. The ad said it was for a possible Off Broadway musical. I did notice yesterday that some of the people in the seats were major players but didn't think anything about it at the time. It all went as usual, most of the the singer/dancers were eliminated yesterday. What started out as a group of almost two hundred was down to about eighty this morning. I usually make it to the second call but seldom after that if it requires a solo. This one required a solo.
Normally when the suits ask for my solo and they put a spotlight on me their perception of me changes. I know I look like a witch when I don't smile but at auditions I am too nervous to hold a natural smile. Today I decided against my usual song which shows off my voice and instead chose a sultry song. It just felt right, maybe because my pussy was a little tender.
Somehow I made it through this mornings cut down. After lunch there were maybe twenty girls left. One of the producers reminded us that they needed just four.
During lunch one of the girls that I usually end up competing against (and usually lose out to), said that she had never seen me so happily relaxed. She said I had this freshly thoroughly fucked look and a smokey, sexy voice. I laughed and confirmed the look was true. She predicted that this time I was going to beat her out for a part. She looked pleased at the prospect.
Let me tell you, I have been around this girl, Gloria, for months. We have the same body, I have the better voice, she has the pretty face. She got the parts. I managed not to hate her but I was not ever pleased to see her. I was stunned by what she said.
She asked me about the night. I told her about you and the great date we had. I was in mid-description of the fucking while asleep part of the evening when we were called back.
They divided us into three groups and gave us music from a play that is now running on Broadway. We did not think anything about it as the songs for new plays are the last thing that gets done. I was surprised to see Gloria and I were not in the same group.
I was dismayed to see I had been given a difficult song that ranged from sexy to raucous to wistful. When I showed Gloria what I had been assigned she said for me to tie it to last night. She said she tied everything on stage to her last good fuck, even though it was now long term memory for her. I laughed at the line but picked up that she may not have said it completely in jest.
As we waited our turn everyone's nerves began to fray. Gloria had been a rival but we were now coconspirators. Her song was a sweet and innocent number and I suggested she think of a nice slow fuck or the best kisses she ever got.
We found a corner backstage and started rehearsing our songs. I paused to listen to her and decided I had not given her enough credit for her singing. There was still something missing in her performance however. I caught her eye and sensuously ran my tongue over my lips. She smiled and continued. Her tone mellowed but she still sounded a bit mechanical.
I suddenly remember one significant fact about her, she was gay. Everyone assumes that because of my looks I am gay, (I am bi), so gays come to me and fill me in on their love life. Gloria had been the object of desire of several girlfriends.