Hold It For Holly

Browsing through listings of local live theatre performances, Adam came across one entitled "Hold it for Holly". It was labelled "Adults Only" and had warnings for "Sexual Content" and "Audience Participation", all of which seemed intriguing. It was 45 minutes long. The description read:

You are the star of this show. While Holly is both talented and bold, she will be fairly brief with her sexy solo stage introduction before assigning

you

the surprisingly difficult task of holding something. You will remain in your seat to pursue this challenge, but you will be illuminated, and Holly will hungrily tease you from the stage as you struggle. Giving up would require briefly joining Holly on the stage for a more explicit performance. Either option will be uncomfortable, and you will not be allowed to escape this dilemma by walking out in the middle of the exercise. But your discomfort will excite Holly beyond measure, and if this entices you to attend, then there is no need to stress out ahead of time. Put your worries aside to enjoy a complimentary glass of fruit punch in the lobby starting 15 minutes before the show. Only once refreshed need you start bracing to become Holly's delicious prey.

It was the only show in the list that made no mention of a storyline. But it still looked interesting, so Adam decided to see if he could buy a ticket.

The ticket agent asked a few screening questions. Adam had to prove he was over 18. He had to provide consent to being confined to a room for up to an hour, as though leaving a play early would otherwise be considered acceptable. And he had to confirm that he did not have any of a short list of health conditions that could make the show unsafe for him. After providing satisfactory answers, Adam was given a list of showtimes with space available. He chose one on a day when he had no other commitments, in case the show ran late or had an afterparty.

Adam managed to arrive at the venue

almost

15 minutes before the time on his ticket. He joined a line of people entering the lobby, with each person being handed their glass of fruit punch right at the door as soon as they showed their ticket for admission. Once Adam received his own glass, which he was told to return at the entrance to the auditorium once he finished it, he followed the others into the lobby and started chatting with them between sips. He encountered a good mix of women and men, and everyone seemed quite sociable, though no one seemed to really understand what the show was about.

By the time Adam finished his fruit punch, a line had formed at the door to the auditorium, though it was moving quite quickly. Adam joined this line behind a very friendly woman who immediately greeted Adam and introduced herself as Stephanie. Stephanie seemed just as mystified about the show as Adam and the others, but she was still excited for it and asked if Adam was as well. The line continued to move as they chatted, and their conversation ended up lasting long enough that Adam barely noticed the staff member collecting their empty glasses just before they reached the door.

The door led to the back left corner of the auditorium. Stairs led down an aisle against the left wall toward a low stage. Adam followed Stephanie and the others down these stairs and into one of six tiered rows of seats on their right. Each row had ten seats, and Stephanie and Adam both ended up going more than halfway through their row and sitting closer to the right side. There was an aisle against the right wall as well, with stairs of its own, but no one was currently using it; it appeared to be intended primarily for exiting, and perhaps secondarily for returning to a specific seat. Others continued to file in behind Adam, and his attention drifted away from Stephanie on his right toward making sure the new people on his left and behind him were all able to find seats. There seemed to be quite a number of people entering, but they were doing a good job of staying orderly, each following the person in front of them to the next available seat, and while there were very few empty seats left when the flow finally ended, no one had to hunt for one.

Once the last person was seated, the lights dimmed almost immediately, and Adam directed his attention to the stage. A spotlight came on to illuminate a woman sitting in a chair on the stage facing the audience. She had straight black hair and was wearing a short black dress, both of which contrasted sharply but elegantly with her pale skin. Standing, smiling, and addressing the audience grandly, the woman said, "Welcome to Hold it for Holly! I'm Holly. We're going to have some fun tonight. Or at least I am." She chuckled. "Now, as I'm sure you have all been made aware, confinement is one of the aspects of this show. However," she went on, putting on a more serious face, "we do still have to follow safety protocols, and that means making sure everyone knows where the exits are." Pointing in turn to each of the four corners of the seating area, she continued, "Each of the two aisles has an exit at the top, one of which is the door you came in, and an exit at the bottom, in front of the stage. If I order an evacuation, or if there is an apparent hazard, please make your way to the nearest exit, and move quickly so everyone else can get out too. This applies

only

to safety hazards; as long as you feel safe in the theatre, you must remain here unless I say otherwise. Are there any questions about our safety protocols?"

She waited a few seconds. No one spoke or raised a hand.

"Great!" Holly said, smiling again. "Now, with that out of the way, how's everyone doing tonight?"

The audience applauded, Adam included.

"That's good to hear," Holly said approvingly. "It looks like we have a pretty good turnout. Any concerns?"

Concerns? What kind of audience concerns would a stage performer care about? Holly seemed genuinely ready for a response, but everyone else seemed just as confused by the question as Adam was.

"Also good to hear," Holly said after a few seconds. "Discomfort is another advertised aspect of this show, but I don't want it to be adding on to any existing issues. So, please, relax while you can, and let's get to know each other a bit." She sat back down in her chair. "Now, I'm friendly, but I'm also mischievous. When I was in college, I used to play little tricks on my classmates. To be clear, I do not condone bullying, and I've been careful to avoid annoying or demeaning anyone; rather, I like to put a bit of sparkle into people's lives in a way that goes against their rhythm. I often tickled my college classmates, but I never hit them. I often squirted them with my water pistol, but I never threw solid objects at them. I often pinched their bottoms, but I never flicked their ears. Sometimes I went so far as to sneak up behind them in the walkways and pull their pants down. It was fun to make them squeal, but I made sure to pick out targets who could take it. Ideally, I would identify targets, both male and female, who had a bit of a crush on me. This ended up being fairly easy." She chuckled again. "It turned out most of my college classmates had a bit of a crush on me. I've been told I have great smile. Do any of you have a bit of a crush on me?"

Adam was startled by the forwardness of the question, but he agreed that Holly had a great smile. She was also quite attractive, and the playfulness she had just described seemed exciting. So Adam applauded, and he could hear many others applauding with him.

"Aww," Holly said appreciatively. Her smile seemed to become warmer. "You all seem pretty cute. I'm really looking forward to our game later. It's a bit more elaborate than the stuff I did in college, but it's in a similar spirit. In addition to my tricks, though, I also enjoy giving people treats. See this dress I'm wearing?" She gestured toward it. "I wore dresses just like it at that same college: short, lightweight, relatively form-fitting without being tight. I rarely wore anything under them, and I often let my classmates see up them." Her smile turned playful, and, still sitting in her chair, she spread her legs a bit, apparently demonstrating this practice - a demonstration that was completed by the revelation that she was again not wearing anything under her dress, and seemed perfectly comfortable letting everyone in the theatre see her vulva. Adam's mouth fell open. This was this sort of thing he had hoped for based on the show description, but he was still startled to see it actually happen.

Keeping her legs apart, Holly continued, "Now, in college, I generally had a fairly short time window for my games. If I tried to tickle someone for an entire lecture, they would simply move to another seat. If I were to do something like

this

in a lecture" - she put a hand up her dress and started fingering her still-visible vulva - "I would have gotten yelled at by the lecturer. And, of course, if I was messing with my classmates in the walkways, I had to be done by the time they got where they were going. Here, though, I control for the better part of an hour a space filled with screened playmates. So you can expect today's game to be more drawn-out than the ones I previously described. A squeeze rather than a prick. A struggle rather than a shock. I'm getting turned on just by thinking about it." She continued to masturbate in silence for a minute or so, looking over the audience as she did. She was clearly not shy.

Then, suddenly, Holly removed her hand from under her dress, put her legs back together, and said in a more professional tone, "But perhaps the pre-show screening was inadequate. Perhaps, after actually sitting with me and hearing my story, you have come to realize that you are in the wrong place. I will not offer you a refund, but I

will

allow you to leave now if you feel that my flavour of playfulness is not to your taste. You may take any of the exits I pointed out at the beginning of the performance. I'll give you three minutes." As she finished speaking, the theatre lights came back on.

Adam felt no impulse to leave. The tricks Holly had described sounded not only harmless but kind of fun. Adam looked around the theatre. He thought he saw a few people start to stand up, but they all sat back down right away; either they had changed their minds or they had just been stretching. A few others seemed to be thinking but didn't actually stand up. No one seemed particularly anxious to leave.

"Two minutes left," Holly announced. "This isn't a trick, and once this window closes, you'll be stuck here until the end of the show." Adam started to have doubts. Would staying be a mistake? Was he underestimating the intensity of what was to come? But no, Holly had made it quite clear that she would not do anything cruel or excessive. Adam saw a few more people start to stand up, slowly, and some even turned to face the nearest aisle, but they again seemed to change their minds and sat back down.

"One minute left," Holly warned. "Thinking time's over. If you want to leave, do it now." This time, no one moved. It was fairly clear that everyone's mind was made up.

"Great!" Holly said once the last of the three minutes ended. "Looks like our pre-show screening was successful after all. Now our game can start. The room lights will stay on for this part. Have a look around at each other and see if you can figure out what it is you're supposed to hold for me. Raise your hand if you'd like to make a guess." The spotlight on Holly turned off.

Confused, Adam turned to his right to look at Stephanie. If they were supposed to hold something, shouldn't Holly have been handing it out? Stephanie looked back at Adam, seeming just as confused. Would something drop from the ceiling? Adam looked up, but he didn't see anything dangling above him or falling toward him. He looked around at the others in the theatre. They all seemed just as confused as Adam and Stephanie. Maybe Holly would hand something out later - Adam fantasized about maybe playing Strip Hot Potato, or possibly even having the opportunity to grope Holly herself - but why would she wait? There were too many possibilities to be able to figure out the game by guessing, and Adam didn't feel comfortable sharing his own ideas. He really hoped Holly didn't make them spend the rest of their time looking at a dark, silent stage.

As Adam was looking around, he noticed, sitting a few seats away from him, a woman with an expression of concern. It was no longer mere confusion; she seemed to feel that something was

wrong

. Had she spotted a threat? Her gaze was continuing to move about the room. Adam tried to follow it anyway, but he couldn't see anything particularly threatening. Were there ghosts in the room? Adam looked back at the woman, but she didn't look like she'd seen a ghost. She also didn't look

scared

, per se.

The woman started wriggling around in her seat, then crossed her legs. Adam felt a sense of relief; the source of this woman's concern didn't seem to be anything in the room, so it shouldn't affect Adam himself. In fact, whatever was bothering this woman, her reaction to it was starting to seem cute, even sexy. She appeared to be rhythmically tensing her thighs, and her hand drifted between them. She was still looking around the room, then suddenly she locked eyes with Adam and bit her lip shyly.

A bit embarrassed to have been caught staring, Adam bit his own lip and looked away. He initially redirected his attention to the stage, but that was still dark, so he looked around the room some more. Most of the others still seemed to be trying to figure out the game, but Adam noticed a few starting to move around in their seats in ways similar to the worried woman: rolling hips, crossed legs, tensing thighs. This time, Adam was careful not to stare at any one person for too long, but he made note of which people were doing this sexy seated dance so that he could steal as many glances at them as he thought he could get away with. He enjoyed it enough that he no longer minded Holly's inactivity.

Adam noticed one woman slide a hand directly into her crotch and squeeze. She seemed liked she needed to pee, quite badly by the looks of it. Adam averted his gaze before this woman, too, could catch him staring, but the idea that someone in the room might really need to pee made Adam's penis start to harden and his mouth start to dry out.

Then Adam himself started feeling like he needed to pee. At first, he ignored it and took a few more brief opportunities to drink in what seemed to be an increasing number of people gyrating in their seats. A few others squeezed their crotches with their hands. Did they have to pee too? This could turn out to be quite an exciting experience indeed. But Adam's own need seemed to be rising very quickly, and soon he, like many of the others now, also found himself needing to move around in his seat. His legs started shaking, then he pressed them together, then crossed them tightly. He still could not discern any hint of what they might asked to hold. Perhaps he should take the opportunity to use the toilets while he waited for Holly to provide such a hint.

A woman sitting nearby seemed to think the same thing and started to stand up. Adam was about to do the same, but then Holly's spotlight finally came back on. Still sitting in her chair, Holly pointed at the standing woman and called out, "You! Have you figured it out?"

Visibly flustered, the standing woman said, "I was just... going to step out to the lobby... but you know what, don't worry about it." She sat back down.

"The three-minute window for leaving the auditorium has ended," Holly said. "Would you like to share the reason you tried anyway?" Her tone seemed more inquisitive than stern, but the woman she was speaking to merely blushed and shrugged apologetically. "I guess not," Holly said. Addressing the others, she asked, "Does anyone else have a guess about what you're supposed to hold? Can you perhaps think of a reason why remaining in the auditorium might be more onerous than you had anticipated?" She sounded amused.

Adam thought Holly was being unfair. The stage lights had been off for some time, and no specific instructions had been provided. It seemed quite reasonable to treat that time as an intermission. No one else was standing up or making any attempt to get Holly's attention, so it wasn't that anyone found the rule

onerous

. It had simply seemed to have

expired

.

After a few seconds of silence, Holly chuckled once more. "I guess I'll tell you, then. The thing that you're supposed to hold for me is your pee." Was that the whole game? That didn't seem like a particularly unusual exercise. "If you decide you're not up to it," Holly continued, "you can pee into one of these buckets." Two more spotlights came on to illuminate two large buckets on the stage, one at each front corner. "But you would have to do it onstage, facing the audience, with a spotlight on you. Needing to pee is

not

a good enough reason to leave early. That should give you some incentive to hold it, but from this point forward, you are free to use the buckets at any time. If they are both in use, you can line up for them in the aisles. Any takers?"

Physically mounting the stage would be easy. Adam could see that it only rose eight inches above the ground at the bottom of the aisles, so it could be accessed from any point. And a surprising number of people now had hands in their crotches, looking like they badly needed to pee. Indeed, as much as Adam wanted to escape attention, he now found himself having to grab his own penis, tightly, in order to keep from peeing. But surely no one would opt to pee in front of dozens of spectators rather than wait until the end of the show? It wasn't as though it was particularly long.

As expected, no one stood up in response to Holly's invitation. "Very good," Holly said. "I'm glad you're not in a rush to cut our game short. But it will be a tough call once that fruit punch finishes taking effect." She smiled hungrily.

The ticket holders gasped collectively. Was Holly implying that she had drugged them? That would explain why Adam's need had come on so suddenly, and why such a huge number of people had been writhing in their seats and were now holding their crotches. The ticket holders

all

needed to pee! Holly's implication might have been enough to provoke an exodus, but not a single person stood up or even said anything. Adam himself certainly wasn't going to walk out or complain. It was a singular treat to be in a room filled with almost sixty people who all desperately needed to pee!

"Aww, look at you," Holly cooed. She again spread her legs to reveal her vulva under her dress and began fingering herself some more. "That fruit punch is hitting hard, isn't it? You all need to pee

so badly

, don't you? You look so cute shaking and crossing your legs, squeezing your penises and vulvas, trying

so hard

not to wet yourselves. Will you be able to hold it the full 45 minutes? Or will we all get to watch you pee onstage?"

Adam was having the time of his life both watching Holly masturbate and watching the others tightly squeeze their crotches and press their legs together. They truly did all seem to need to pee really, really badly, and even though Adam did as well, he again felt his penis start to harden in excitement. He became bolder about watching particular individuals for longer. His gaze fixed on a woman with straight blonde hair ending at her shoulders, wearing a sky-blue t-shirt and blue jeans. The tightness of her jeans sharpened the visibility of both the hand she had in her crotch and the contractions of her crossed thighs. It was

so sexy

to watch, and this time Adam couldn't tear his gaze away even when this woman turned her head to look straight back at Adam. She didn't seem offended; in fact, her previously anxious expression gave way to a smile as her gaze drifted down to Adam's hand still tightly clutching his penis in his efforts to hold his own pee, and she licked her lips. She seemed to be enjoying Adam's struggle every bit as much as Adam was enjoying hers.