This story is a work of fiction. This is the third installment of a series. While it is hoped that the story can be read enjoyably on its own, the prior Oceanbreeze Court stories provide background on the characters and context. Any similarities to any real person or entity are entirely coincidental and unintended. Please be patient.
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Our neighbor Allison just kept getting Kelly and me into things; although, I suppose that we were willing victims. Allison had arranged our opportunity to fuck onstage in front of an audience. She repeatedly told us that it was obvious how much we both enjoyed it. Of course, Allison was right: we had both enjoyed stripping down and fucking in front of an audience immensely. Allison kept her ears open for more opportunities for us to show off.
Because Allison was a fairly successful artist, she had extensive contacts in the arts community in our town, including the performing arts community. Those contacts gave her another opportunity to present to us. Allison wanted us to appear in a new play which was going to premier at the Performing Arts Center downtown. The speaking roles would be played by professional actors. However, the script called for a "chorus" of five men and five women who would appear onstage nude several times to act out things which the lead characters were dreaming. As part of their effort to "differentiate" the show, the producers and director intended to recruit the chorus from non-professionals living in each town in which the play was performed. I gather that Actors Equity had given them a waiver for that. We thought auditioning would be futile since neither Kelly nor I had any onstage experience; save for one performance which Allison had arranged and witnessed.
"You really think that, in this town, they'll find ten people willing to go nude onstage in front of the audiences the Performing Arts Center draws?" Allison asked rhetorically as she tried to talk us into this one Saturday afternoon. "If you say that you're willing to do it, I'd bet money that you'll be in. Besides, I have connections with the people doing the recruiting. You won't have to audition," Allison assured us.
Allison had at least one valid point. Regular attendance at PAC shows was one of the more-or-less mandatory duties of the people who considered themselves important in our city. Whoever appeared in the chorus would be putting it all out there for viewing by the local "upper crust." That would likely deter a lot of people.
Kelly had gone silent. I suspected that the idea of appearing nude in front of most of the local people of power and influence was appealing to her. I waited to see what she would say.
A wicked grin slowly grew on Kelly's beautiful face. "Harry, do you think that Jenny would do it?" Kelly asked.
Jenny was Jenny Masters, my law partner. An incident I described in the previous installment led Jenny to join the nude Friday night cookouts that we and our neighbors held at our end of Oceanbreeze Court. More than a few of those evenings had ended with Jenny in bed with Kelly and me. Jenny seemed to be developing a desire to show off herself.
"I don't know," I replied. "That's a big step from running around nude here. Maybe. I'm pretty sure that she wouldn't be offended to be asked."
Kelly turned to Allison. "Here's our deal: if you get Jenny Masters to try out then Harry and I will too."
Allison laughed. "Deal," she said.
Our phone rang no more than an hour after Allison had left. I correctly anticipated that the call was from Jenny.
"Harry, what is Allison Schultz talking about?" Jenny asked. I explained about the play as Allison had explained it to us and told Jenny the condition which Kelly had placed on our participation.
"Do you think that Allison can really get us into the cast?" Jenny asked.
"I don't know," I replied. "She does know an awful lot of people and she is persuasive."
"So, it's up to me whether you and Kelly do this," Jenny said.
"Well, you'd have a lot of skin in the game too," I punned weakly.
"You and Kelly did your little performance (Jenny was one of the very few of our friends whom we had told about that). Was it fun?" Jenny asked.
"It was a blast," I said. "This won't be as hard core as that was, but you have to consider that some of our partners and employees are very likely to be in the audience. Except for Allison and Kurt, Kelly and I gave our performance in front of strangers."
After a long minute, Jenny said, "Maybe it's time to show my bare ass to the rest of the firm. God knows enough of the guys there undress me with their eyes anyway (Jenny was and is a very attractive woman). You've seen it enough. Do you think that they could handle the real thing?"
"Jenny, you are much more beautiful nude than they have imagined," I replied. "It sounds like you're up for this."
Jenny giggled. "Yeah, I am. As I think about it, I'm getting a bit wet. Tell Kelly that I'm in."
Unknown to me, Kelly had been listening on an extension. "I love you, Jenny," Kelly broke in enthusiastically. "This will be great! All three of us unveiled for the whole town. Maybe I should ask my parents to fly in to see it."
"Hold on Dear," I said. "We're not in yet."
"Oh," Kelly replied, "Allison will get us in once she knows that we want it."
Allison did get us in. Jenny, Kelly, and I went to a meeting, not even an audition, with Ben, the "chorus master" employed by the production. Ben looked us over, clothed, and asked about our backgrounds.
"Well, the three of you certainly fit with what I've been told we are looking for," Ben said. "My concern is that the schedule is pretty tight once we start rehearsal. We're screwed if someone backs out. Do you really want to do this? The moves you'll have to make onstage will, uh, show every part of your bodies."
Kelly replied enthusiastically, "That's exactly what we want." She looked at Jenny.
"Absolutely," Jenny said. "I may never get the chance to show my bare cunt and asshole to a crowded room again."
Ben looked at me. I just shrugged. "I'm with them," I said.
The show would open on the second Wednesday in May. There were four professional actors who would rehearse with the director and writers in New York until just a few days before opening. Ben wanted to start rehearsing us amateurs the last week in April.
Ben had rented an empty warehouse on the north side of town for rehearsal. Because most of the "chorus" had day jobs, rehearsal was for two to three hours each evening. Jenny, Kelly, and I went to the first rehearsal very curious to see who else was in the chorus. I expected pretty marginal people with a lot of tattoos.
Once again, my expectations were way off. The rest of the chorus looked pretty normal. Wendy was representative. She was about 30 and was a junior vice president at one of our big banks. She had done a bit of dance in high school. She had responded to an ad the production had run in the free alternative tabloid that circulated Downtown.
"I guess I'm here because I'm bored," she said. "My life seems so vanilla: 8:00 to 6:30, suck up to the big guys. Prancing around on stage in my birthday suit seems about as different from that as I could get."
Initially, the most interesting people in the chorus were Mike and Trisha. Trisha, just 21, was finishing her junior year studying voice at the University's School of Music. She had heard about the chorus opportunity through some friends at school. Mike was an assistant professor of mathematics at the University. Mike was also Trisha's father.
"Mom was killed in a car accident about a year ago," Trisha explained. "It hit both of us pretty hard, but Dad has seemed pretty listless and disinterested ever since. I felt that I needed to do something extreme to jolt him back to life so I dared him to do this. I also wanted to challenge myself. I've been onstage a lot since elementary school, but never naked. If I can do this, I can do anything."
The only other people with real performance credentials were Arianna and Rob. Arianna was a dance student at the University. Rob, Arianna's boyfriend, was a drama major. The remaining two men were Jeff, a cyber-security consultant who had been and still looked like, a college gymnast; and Guy. Guy was pleasant enough, but kept largely to himself. I can't tell you anything about his background.
Ben spent most of the first rehearsal explaining to us what the chorus was supposed to do in the show and how we'd prepare. There were no speaking roles in the chorus. We would be onstage for extended periods twice in each act. We would be going through movements intended to represent dreams experienced by the primary male and female characters. We would be completely naked all of the time we were onstage.
"The moves will be very revealing," Ben explained. "If that gives anyone a problem, please back out now while I've got a little time to replace you." No one backed out.
Ben also explained that, for the time being, we would rehearse clothed. "I want you to learn the movements and be comfortable with them before we add the element of nudity. Parts of this are going to be athletic, so I suggest that you wear workout clothes to rehearsal."
At the end of the first rehearsal, Ben said, "I'm going to pair you up with someone of the other gender who will be your partner for rehearsals and the performances. I know that some of you are couples or are related. I'm not going to pair couples together. We want a different dynamic. I'm also looking at what bodies I think will look good together onstage."
The result of Ben's analysis was that Kelly was paired with the enigmatic Guy. Jenny was paired with Mike. I was paired with Trisha.
On the drive home, Kelly said. "You certainly came out ok. Trisha is beautiful."
Trisha was very attractive. She was almost my height and what is now called "curvy." She was not fat. However, she had larger breasts, hips, and waist than Kelly. The brown hair that reached a little way down her back framed a slightly wide, but very appealing face. I didn't learn about the blue eyes or the naughty sparkle they could develop until later.
Rehearsals were hard work. I'm not sure what you would call what we were doing. It wasn't dance. While there were sounds that would be played during our scenes, our movements were not choreographed to the sounds. I guess that you'd just call it choreographed movement. It was all interesting, especially when I remembered that we'd be doing the movements for real with no clothes on.
As part of a scene in the first act, I stood with my back to the audience. Trisha stood upstage of me, facing me. I was to lift her up so that her head and chest were above my head. We would hold that position for a count of twenty and then Trisha would slide down my body until she was standing on the stage floor. We were to embrace until the stage went dark ending the scene. We spent a lot of time getting the lift correct.
Our other scene in the first act included a moment when the girls were in a line and their hands and knees all the way downstage, with their asses towards the audience. The guys did cartwheels upstage while the girls raised and lowered their asses.
Our first scene in the second act ended with the guys lying on our backs on the floor with our arms extended up. Our partners were standing at our feet and were to spring towards us, with us catching them in our hands and holding them above us at arm's length. Then, each of us slowly lowered our partner down until she was lying on top of us.
