(All characters are still over 18.)
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So after the last rehearsal I was like 99% sure Ainsley Park wanted to fuck me. On the one hand, Ainsley was hot as fuck. And my girlfriend Delilah was taking load after load of cum from several of her cast mates. But on the other hand, Delilah had a pretty rigorous code of ethics and all of her what-looked-like-infidelities were to her just expressions of her character in Cabaret. That little alt right shithead Ben Stevens tried to fuck her and she turned him down saying "Sally Bowles does not fuck Nazis." And sure enough there's no implication in Cabaret of any sexual connection between Delilah's character Sally and Ben's character Ernst. She didn't fuck Chase Park, one of the most popular guys in school, because he was playing an old man who Sally wouldn't be interested in. To her it was SALLY doing all this fucking. DELILAH was 100% faithful to her boyfriend. I had trouble wrapping my head around this since Sally was a fictional character and her vagina was very much Delilah's. But that didn't change the fact that if I fucked Ainsley it would be cheating. I didn't have any of Delilah's "artistic" justifications.
I was late to rehearsal and was marking my initials on the sign-in sheet outside when I heard familiar moans coming from Mr. Brooks' office. Xander Brooks was 38 and most of the girls in school had crushes on him. Since he directed all the school plays and, now with what I knew about theater girls, I assumed he fucked students. But of course I was still shocked when I saw him on top of Delilah thrusting into her. She had been steadfast in only sleeping with actors who played characters her character slept with (or would possibly sleep with; Delilah cast kind of a wide net in that regard, fucking pretty much anyone who wasn't playing an old man, a Nazi, or a homosexual. This pissed off Jason Hodges, who really wanted to fuck Delilah but, as gay character Bobby, had no plot justification.) Mr. Brooks was not in the play at all. He was the director. How the fuck could she justify this? I asked her... afterwards when she was cleaning Mr. Brooks' cum off of her tits.
"Jake, an actor is like an instrument. The director uses us to bring the art to life. You can't be any kind of good actor if you do not give the whole of your instrument to the artist."
"So to clarify... this is Delilah fucking our teacher? Not Sally?"
"I am whoever he tells me to be when he tells me to be them. But yes. I willingly and enthusiastically give myself to him, not just my characters. He was my first, back during my Romeo and Juliet audition. I owe him everything."
"And that's not cheating on me?"
"That is creating art, Jake. If I didn't give myself to him I would be cheating on my art!"
I was never going to understand this girl's rationalizations...
One day Ainsley sent me into the girls' dressing room, saying that they needed help... although she didn't say with what. When I went in all of the girls were topless.
"Hi, baby!" Delilah ran over to me and kissed me on the cheek.
