It was Wednesday evening & Clare's favourite day of the week, Bollywood classes at a local theatre group. She had been going for nearly a year and tonight they were casting for a show, Clare felt a mixture of nerves and excitement, she would love to get a part and at the same time wasn't sure if she was up to the task.
Clare had over the months accrued several Sari's as she felt it important to look and feel the part and tonight more so she wanted to impress so the red one was the chosen outfit. She hurriedly dressed as she was already running late and would worry about making sure everything was in place later. She rushed downstairs where her husband Martin was watching the midweek game.
"Do I look ok" asked Clare, Martin glanced over and simply said "whit whoo", he always appreciated how lovely Clare looked and there was something about the Sari that made her look very sexy. "I'll try not to be late" she said as she left the room, "don't worry, good luck" Martin called after her.
She arrived just in time, everyone was buzzing about the casting and full of expectation, she looked around and saw one of the guys she had become good friends with, she had affectionately called him SRK after the Bollywood star on account that they looked very similar. The two of them over the months had developed a very friendly flirtatious relationship and Clare had to admit it was a very big part of why she looked forward to Wednesdays. She had told Martin all about him and he would often pull her leg about her 'Boyfriend' especially if Clare was watching a Bollywood film at home and if an actor did something or said something she would giggle and say things like "SRK does that" or That's just like my SRK"
"Looking Good C" SRK said as she sat down, he used just the first initial seeing as Clare always called him SRK, Clare playfully slapped his arm and SRK dropped his arm down saying it had gone dead, Clare laughed and hugged him saying "there there, all better now". The chatter around the room died down as the director walked onto the stage and announced that t he show they were to be putting on is Prēma Sambandha, Clare leant over and whispered in SRK's ear, "what is that", " the Love Affair" he replied.
After the initial speech by the Director he announced that the parts had been cast and to Clare's shock and joy she had been cast the lead role and even better SRK was to be the leading man once the roles had been given out the Director announced that rehearsals would start next week and that hopefully people were going to be able to put a lot more extra evenings in the lead up to the show.
The director then split everyone into relevant groups and asked that the main dancers go to one end of the hall, the smaller roles the end the singers to the large break out room and the two main actors to go to the small breakout room so that everyone could start getting to know each other and to work out how best to rehearse etc.
Clare and SRK went off to the small breakout room, in reality it was not much more than a store room for furniture and props used by the groups. SRK held the door open and in they walked, Clare found the light switch and tuned it on, not the brightest of lights but that was fine. Against one wall was a settee so the pair headed over and sat down, Clare one end and SRK the other. "Pah" SRK muttered, not much of a love affair with you sitting so far away, Clare laughed and shuffled up so far she ended up almost on his lap, as she did so the top part of her sari came down.
Clare stood up and started to put ti back together, she had gotten quite good at it but found she had to start form the begging in order to do it properly. "here, let me give you a hand" offered SRK. As he reached across the back of his hand brushed against Clare's breast, a totally innocent move but the effect it had on Clare surprised her, she felt a tingling down below that made her flush immediately. SRK either took no notice or was oblivious and he continued to expertly gather and wrap the sari around Clare. He moved behind her as he did the final folds that he then tucked into her waistband his hand going a lot deeper into the waist than she thought needed, he brought his hand up and still standing behind her smoothed the sari down starting at the shoulders and then back and then front, his hand ran down the contours of Clare's breast. Clare let out a little involuntary moan, suddenly she realised she was now feeling extremely turned on by this attention.
SRK stood back and admired his handy work, "perfect" he stated and promptly sat down again. Clare didn't know what to think, she thought that their flirting had gone up a level whereas it looked more likely that SRK was simply helping her dress without realising the effect he had on Clare. "come on C" he said patting the settee "let's talk preparation"
As they talked Clare found it very hard to concentrate and all she kept thinking about was the touches she had felt and how turned on she was feeling. Eventually she agreed with SRK that they should start meeting up at least 3 times a week to start and then in the weeks leading up to the show at least 5 times and if possible either a Saturday or Sunday would be a good idea.
