Chastened, Florida
By Paris Waterman
Chapter 3
Another in the series revolving around a theatrical ensemble located in the fictitious town of Chastened, Florida. One can start at any point in the series as it does not strive for continuity. There will be plenty of sex amid the various relationships, which I hope will hold your interest. Happy Reading. PW
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The Would Be Woman
Twelve years earlier.
Vincent took the swollen purple head into his mouth, closed his eyes and began running circles around it with his tongue.
"Mmmmm, I rove ris!" he said, although his words were garbled to Gilly Reese, the beneficiary of the blowjob and Vincent's college roomie.
Vincent emitted a soft moan of pleasure then began working up and down Gilly's shaft, trying to get more and more of it into his eager mouth, but soon realized that he had no idea of how to manage it.
It wasn't the size of Gilly's penis, which was a respectable six inches, but Vincent was terrified that he would gag on it and lose Gilly as a partner. And it was also the first cock he'd ever had in his mouth.
Feeling the warmth of the throbbing cock sliding in and out of his mouth was electrifying enough to have caused Vinnie to cum in his pants already. Now Gilly was feeling it too and began pulling Vincent's head toward his truncheon each time it was headed down his throat.
Vinnie was gagging anyway, but Gilly took no note of it, or at least no negative notice, for he was in blowjob heaven as his roomie licked and slurped his way over every possible inch of the glorious prick in his no longer virginal mouth.
"That was awesome!" Gilly said as he wiped his cock off on the sheets of Vinnie's bed.
"Thanks." Vincent replied somewhat meekly.
"Where'd you learn to do that?" Gilly asked.
"Um, no where really. Just kind of seemed natural I guess." Vincent answered, trying to guard his secrets.
"C'mon, man ... you telling me you've never done that before? I think you were too fucking skilled at it for that to have been a first for you."
"I swear, Gilly, it was my first time. I've ... I've wanted to do it, but, um, you know, I never ... um, had the ..."
"Opportunity?"
"Yeah, the opportunity."
"Bullshit! You're to fucking good at it. That level of cocksucking takes lots of practice. Who else have you blown? I bet there's half a dozen guys on this floor you've done, haven't you?"
"No, no, no! This is the first time I've ever done that! I swear to God! Please don't tell anyone else!" Vincent pleaded.
"I don't know man. I'm not sure I can keep this a secret, you being a cocksucker and all," Gilly said with a lewd smile.
Vincent though terrified, thought quickly, he was always smarter than his roommate and this time was no different. "You can do that if you want. But what's stopping me from saying the same thing about you?"
"What! You wouldn't!"
"I know how to keep my mouth shut, Gilly. Do you?"
And for the next twelve years he did.
The Present
Cabaret's opening night performance was a smash hit with its audience. Tim Lunceford, the director, Mallory Wainscot, the Choreographer and Vincent Landis, the proud producer were ecstatically exuberant as Erin Lunceford who played Sally Bowles one of the principal characters poured champagne over the three of them. The performance had ended about an hour before, and the celebration had begun immediately after the final bows were taken and the curtain stayed down for the night.
Vincent had already caught Jim Nowitski, AKA the Emcee, bending his girlfriend Nora, over the back of a chair and putting it to her from behind in his dressing room. No one else seemed to take notice, or if they did, they didn't care. And two of the Kit Kat Girl's were frenching one another off in the wings. He was almost certain it was Marcie and Laura.
Hmmm, piano and trombone ... an odd coupling, he thought and laughed to himself.
"Vincent—Vincent—Vincent. You've done a magnificent job with this show," Lunceford said after placing an arm around Vincent's shoulder.
"Here--Here!" Wainscot added, drunkenly lurching to his left and colliding with several stage props that toppled over. No one moved to set them back in place.
"No," Vincent objected. "It was a collaborative effort. We did it. No one person should get credit. We all did our jobs and did them well. It was a collaborative thing. Kudos to everyone!"
"Well said, Vince!" Wainscot said and toasted them all.
Jim Nowitski and his girlfriend sauntered over to bask in the praise just as Tim's wife, Erin, AKA Sally Bowles arrived.
"Jim," Mallory Wainscot said, "you and Erin were as good as it gets tonight."
"Wow, praise from on high! Thank you, thank you one and all!"
"You and Erin could have easily lit up Broadway tonight instead of here in Chastened," Vincent said and looked around for another bottle of bubbly to pour on them.
He didn't find one.
There was an abundance of kissing and hugging -friendly kisses and hugs, not really sexual in nature and the group slowly said their goodbyes and drifted from the theatre in small groups of two's and four's.
Willie Pickens, AKA, Slim, the stage manager would, as usual, be the last to leave after a last minute check that everything was in order and would lock the theatre up for the night. Slim had already stashed the young ticket taker Taylor Laurent, in a storage closet where the others wouldn't notice her. She was nineteen years old and white, whereas Slim wasn't, and in southern Florida that combination might cause unwanted talk as well as trouble. They would continue the party at his condo when the theatre emptied out.
Vincent was with the Lunceford's and Mallory Wainscot when he saw an all too familiar face wearing a 10 gallon hat and cowboy boots waiting outside the theatre. Wow! What the fuck is he doing here? And a moment later he found himself walking over to his old roommate and greeting him like a long lost friend.
"Gilly Reese! Is it really you? Jesus Christ, how long ... no, it's been at least ten years!"
"Hey—Hey—Hey, Vinnie! I saw the play mentioned in the newspaper and caught your name and said to myself I gotta stop in and say hello!"
"Did you enjoy the performance?" Vince asked, he was delighted to see his old roomie.
Gilly laughed and shrugged. "Truth is I couldn't, you know, snag a ticket. You guys sold out!"
"Well, if you're still around I'll make sure to get you a complimentary ducat for tomorrow night," Vincent said and meant it.
"Great! That'd be great, but, uh, could you make that two? I've got my buddy here," he gestured at his companion, "Um, Jake Riser, meet my college roommate and the fuckin' Producer of this play we couldn't get into, Vincent Landis."
Riser was just short of six feet, with long, dirty blonde hair and a nose that had been broken more than once. Vince shook the proffered hand that was heavily callused and knew immediately Jake was probably a laborer in construction.
"So what have you been up too, Gilly?" Vincent inquired as he deftly separated the two men from the other members of the Chastened Theater Ensemble and started walking them toward the corner.
