The Theatre Mishaps
Chapter Three
"No way, Mr. Webb. I can't do this play. I've never even acted before!" Ursula couldn't believe she was being asked. Not just to get naked, but to actually appear on stage in the first place. Ursula was an introvert and being behind the lights, not in them, was where she belonged.
"But you've seen the play again and again! You know every line. You can do this. You have to. Even though this is a rehearsal, we have a paying audience out there!"
It was true. Theatres long ago discovered they could increase revenue by offering tickets for the public to watch dress rehearsals. Sometimes, the director would stop the show and have the cast redo scenes, though that was rare. It was an enjoyable experience for the audience seeing how the work evolved, even if not witnessing polished performances.
It was another ten minutes of protesting when Ursula realized David wasn't asking. Either she filled in and helped with the production, or pack her bags.
"Fine! But the lighting is going to be totally screwed!" she screamed, not knowing what else to say. "It's going to be terrible and it's going to be your fault!"
She stormed off, back to the booth to finish running lights for the rest of the first matinee show, deeply troubled by what was in store for her. She assumed that Bob, the old geezer who worked in the booth next to her, would be pulling double-duty while she was on stage. She shuddered at the thought of Bob seeing her bare tits. He was the one who most often creeped her out, eyeing her breasts at every opportunity.
'This isn't fair,' thought Ursula.
Time seemed to pass too quickly for Ursula and just two hours later, she herself was on stage, well into the first half of the first act. She surprised herself at how well she recreated the performances of the women whom she'd watched these past weeks. To her surprise, she was able to deliver her lines adequately, never missing a beat. She even managed to mimic the inflections that Alice gave in her last performance. Ursula never realized she had such a gift for interpretation, or in this case, imitation.
The first ten minutes alone had been rather nerve-wrecking, though. The character wore a tight shirt and knee-length skirt. Schoolgirl attire, essentially. Somehow Ursula was able to ward off thoughts of people ogling her tits and concentrated on getting through the lines.
But now the time had come. As the crescendo of the first act was to begin, Ursula stood behind the curtain. The lights were all turned down. She had perhaps ten seconds to get undressed. Her mind told her not to do it, but another part of it said she had no choice. Without thinking it any further, she ripped off her shirt and dropped her skirt. She managed to unhook her bra and send it dropping to the floor just as the curtain rose. Her big breasts swayed with the rhythm of her movements and an audible gasp was heard from the audience as the spotlight shined upon her.
As she moved across the stage those pendulous orbs drew even more attention to themselves as they swayed with her every movement. It was doubtful anyone in the audience was paying any attention to the monologue. Ursula realized this and droned out the material as quickly as possible. It was perhaps the weakest delivery of her lines that night.
The male costar came running out on que and began jostling Ursula by the shoulders to and fro, to "wake her up" as written in the scene. He underestimated the heavy sway of her breasts, and the inertia from the weight of them sent him rolling off to the right of Ursula. She almost went crashing down on top of him. Her tits certainly bounced all over him in the process. The audience burst into laughter and Ursula couldn't help but stop and blush. The lights began to come up in the audience (again, as the script demanded) and the young actress could now see everyone from the stage. None of them made eye contact with her, instead they just gazed at her bare tits and the large puffy nipples that capped each one off. Ursula felt so ashamed and wanted to cover herself, but with her thin arms and small hands, she knew it would only look foolish. She so badly just wanted to get dressed!
Finally, the act came to end and Ursula rushed off the stage to the dressing room. Hoping to put something on as quickly as possible, she was shocked to find Cathy, the original lead actress who had quit, and David, the director, waiting for her.
"Ursula, we need to talk," said David, as she entered the room.
Frizzled by their unexpected company, Ursula paused, shook her head and said, "Uh... okay... I... um..."
"Cathy came back. Paul, the stagehand, somehow convinced her before she left the theatre. We want to put her in. In fact, we want to start the entire rehearsal over."
Ursula was overjoyed to hear the news and eager to get her clothes back on.
David continued, "I want to tell you, though. You were very, very good. I might even say some parts were amazing. The beginning was on par with Alice's incredible performance."
Ursula blushed from the compliment, almost as much from being naked in front of the two.
"That is great news," she finally managed to say, still apprehensive about being buck naked in front of them. "I honestly don't think I could do this again."
Cathy interjected. "You were terrific. I am so surprised this is your first time on stage."
Ursula blushed yet even more from the lovely compliments. She wasn't used to getting such sincere attention doted on her. Yet here she stood, completely naked in the small dressing room, within groping distance of both of them, blushing over their compliments rather than her current state of undress.
Ursula composed herself and took a deep breath. She was going to have to push through the two of them to get to her clothes. Before she could though, Cathy spoke again. "Tell me. What's it like? When you're up there completely undressed. Is it terrible?"
Ursula wanted to scream out, "Yes!!," but it dawned on her that it might frighten Cathy off again from committing to the part. She had already threatened to leave once. It was here that Ursula commanded her greatest performance of the night. Standing to attention, her face beaming, she smiled widely.
"Oh, Cathy. It was incredible. At first, I was so nervous, but as I played out that role, it hit me just as it is intended to, for the character of Jill that is. That liberating experience of seeing others as they really are, when they see you at your most vulnerable. It's dramatic, funny, sincere. It may not be the most comfortable scene, but it is the most rewarding. I imagine that for an artist such as yourself, it could define their career."
"My god, I hope the audience understands the depth of this script as well as you two do," retorted David. He grabbed Ursula by her shoulder facing her. Of course, her breasts being so huge, his arms touched her bare skin. Fortunately, he was wearing long sleeves, thought Ursula.
"Dear girl, you gave an incredible performance. I could see you were nervous at the end there, but wow, you have no reason to be." He looked her up and down.
"Oh no, sir!" she retorted, standing up straighter, allowing them both to get a fantastic view of her tits. As much as it pained her to humiliate herself like this, she had to convince Cathy being naked was no bother. "I absolutely loved it. In fact, I wish I could be naked every day. It's so exhilarating!" She was laying it on thick, but unfortunately, to her detriment.
"Well, that settles it," said David. "You are absolutely allowed to stay naked while you work here. If it benefits you that much, ab-so-lutely!"
"Why, that's a wonderful idea," chimed in Cathy. She leaned over to Ursula, almost brushing up against her. "And thank you. You being naked really helps me. I am so nervous."
"Uh... uh... no, no. It wouldn't be right," said Ursula. "I should get dressed."
"You will do no such thing!" said David. "You get up to that booth. We need to start right away, anyway." He crossed his arms and waited for Ursula to leave. She couldn't believe she was going to have to go work the booth without a stitch of clothing on.
Then it hit her. Bob would be there. Staring at her tits. He already did that, even when she wore the most conservative of clothing. He was going to gawk at her large nipples and she felt so embarrassed at the thought. Realizing she was stuck with the reality of the situation, she huffed quietly and withdrew from the dressing room.
"That is so incredible of her," said Cathy. "I hope I get through this with her tenacity."
"You'll be fine. Now get ready, you got five minutes before we start," said David. He was thrilled Ursula would be naked all the time. Secretly, he had a big tit fetish.
"Don't say a word," said Ursula, closing the door behind her as she entered the light booth room. Bob's jaw stood agape, he could barely take in a breath.
"I mean it. And stop gawking! This is not my fault." Ursula attempted to cover her nipples, yet even open handed, she couldn't cover all of her areolas. They were huge, and fairly dark in color compared to the flesh of her breasts. "Fuck it!" she yelled, dropping her arms. "Take a good look then, but that's all you're ever going to get."
Bob was 55 years old and had worked the theatre for over two decades. He was known to be a bit of a pervert around the actresses and ever since Ursula had begun working there, he often made jokes of her large breasts.
"Should I get the forklift?" he would say, almost weekly, while staring at her boobs. Now here she stood completely naked in front of him. She knew Bob would not be a gentleman about it, and she was right. His tongue was practically hanging out of his mouth.
Finally, he came to his senses. "What is this all about?" he asked.
"I was trying to get out of playing the role, because I can't stand the thought of people seeing me naked. And somehow, someway I ended up agreeing to staying naked all the time. Oh my god, this doesn't make any sense! Why don't we have any clothes in here?"
If there had been a live studio audience, they would have rolled in laughter, thought Bob.
"Oh, that is rich. Well, look, I like the situation, but honey, I would never want you to be uncomfortable. Go get some clothes on."
Ursula was relieved. Maybe Bob was a gentleman, after all. She breathed a sigh of relief.
"I better stay out of sight for now, so Cathy won't change her mind," she said. "Can we just work without you gawking at me?"
"Uh... I... I will try," Bob finally said. Even so, he had difficulty removing his gaze from Ursula's bosom. It was amazing, he thought. Just then, sounds of the orchestra could be heard.
"Oh my god!" jumped Ursula. "The lights!" She rushed to her station and took her seat. It was about three feet in front of Bob's space. She knew he would get a healthy dose of sideboob for the entire evening, but at least she wouldn't be standing so vulnerably naked in front of him.
Bob spent the next 40 minutes missing his cues now and again from the distraction of watching the motion of Ursula's breasts as she performed her duties. From his angle, he saw plenty of areola, even her nipples when she bent over on occasion. She was everything he relished in a woman. Large breasts, thin waist, firm bottom, thin legs. Though at his age he often struggled to maintain erections, he had no problem tonight.
