Chapter Three: Undress Rehearsal
Anita stopped sucking her nipple long enough to moan in ecstasy as her asshole tightened around my cock. I came in her butt a few seconds later, sending her over the edge again without needing to use Voice, and we lay there like spoons for several minutes, sweaty and satiated, my hands on her marvelous tits and my shrinking cock still deep in her cushiony ass. She giggled softly when I kissed her neck, but there was a hint of sadness in it. "Is something wrong?" I asked.
"No... well, yes, but not with us. It's..."
"What?"
"Josie - my stepdaughter..." She sighed. "She wants to come and stay with me during the break. She just had a messy break-up, and... well, you being here, and the sex we're having, it would be like rubbing her face in it."
I smiled involuntarily at the image of Josie with a facial: I'd seen a few photos of her since Anita and I had started dating, the most recent taken at her 18th birthday party, and she was cute in a Hustler Barely Legal sort of way. I did my best to sound serious. "How long is she staying?"
"I don't know. Maybe until classes start again. Sorry."
I grimaced. I'd accidentally become monogamous since Dianne had left, apart from an occasional blowjob from Lyla at the strip club a few doors from the restaurant where I worked. Lyla was a first-class fellatrice, and I was happy to reciprocate, but she was allergic to latex condoms and didn't want to go home to her exclusively gay girlfriend with a cunt or asshole full of come. I buried my face in Anita's hair for a moment, then shrugged. "I'm pretty busy with rehearsals most nights for the next couple weeks anyway," I said. "We'll see what happens after that. Maybe she won't want to spend all her time at home."
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I wasn't lying about rehearsals, of course: I was directing The Rocky Horror Show, and was an understudy for Riff Raff and the Criminologist. I'd never had a strong desire to be a director, but despite Anita's coaching, I didn't have a good enough singing voice for any of the leads, and I didn't think of using Voice at the audition - though it came in useful when I was directing, and I probably would have gone crazy without it. It wasn't that the actors were difficult - although the casting had mostly been left up to Simone, the choreographer, most of them were friends as well as classmates who I'd worked with before. Robin, playing Frank, was intersex, with great legs and an amazing singing voice, and had been phenomenal as Puck in A Midsummer Night's Dream. Lauren, Hermia in the same show and now playing Magenta, was a snarky raw-voiced tattooed goth with a reputation for chain-smoking dick as well as clove cigarettes, though fortunately not at the same time. Kayla, playing the criminologist, was 5'4" and at least 200 lbs of dark brown lesbian lushness, most of which wobbled whenever she laughed: Nikki, our tiny tap-dancing Columbia, obviously had the hots for her. The one who looked best in her underwear, though, was Brianna, the gorgeous green-eyed redhead playing Janet.
Tyler, Simone's pick for Rocky, was a blond hunk of muscle, an ex of Dianne's better known as a swimmer than as a singer or actor. Theatre arts was only his minor and he mostly worked as a stage hand, but he looked the part and had a good memory, an impressive set of lungs, and a black belt in something that involved a lot of high kicks. Riff Raff was played by Daniel, and Brad by his partner Patrick, both experienced actors and hardcore Rocky Horror fans who already knew the script by heart. Zach, who played both Eddie and Dr Scott, was good at comedy and accents, and managed to belt out a rousing rendition of 'Hot Patootie' after considerable coaching from Anita, but I don't think Meat Loaf needs to worry about the competition.
The choreographer, Simone, worked everyone hard - only Robin and Nikki had much training or experience as dancers - and I decided early on to let her boss the set designer around, too. I mostly played Good Cop to Simone's Bad Cop: it was exhausting but satisfying, the cast all took direction well and worked together with minimal dramas, and most of the time I didn't have to do much more as director than say, some variation on, "It's all good, you got this, it's meant to be fun, just do whatever feels right." Sometimes I said it aloud, sometimes I used Voice, and morale was good until three nights before we were due to open, when Daniel misjudged his jump to the left and twisted his ankle badly and I had to step in. The doctor said he'd probably be okay come opening night, or maybe the night after, but until then I had to cede even more control to Simone.
It was after three a.m. when we finally wrapped up the last dress rehearsal and staggered off to the dressing room as Simone and the musicians left. Patrick announced that he was taking Daniel home, and the rest of us wearily waved them goodbye with a warning not to get stopped by the cops, because Patrick was still wearing his make-up and fetishwear. I can't say they did much for him, though Brianna and Nikki both looked good enough to eat. I looked around at everyone who was left, and said, "You should all be proud of yourself. You're all fantastic. So relax."
No-one answered.
"Seriously," I said. "Obviously, I'm not going to say 'break a leg' after what happened to Daniel, but the show is going to be fine. So just relax. I mean it."
"Thanks," Tyler grunted, as he struggled with his corset. "Can somebody help me get out of this thing, please? The costume, I mean, not -"
Lauren removed her other boot and staggered towards him. I drew a deep breath, and Voiced, "Everyone relax and be happy. Get out of your costumes and spend the rest of the time between now and the show doing something that makes you feel good."
Lauren unzipped Tyler's corset, smiling hungrily as she looked at his muscular back and panty-clad ass. Kayla shed her suit, loosened and removed her tie, and then started unbuttoning her shirt, revealing a bra that I swear could have held a couple of basketballs. When she unfastened that, her breasts - heavy, black and pendulous - fell out, completely covering her ribcage. Robin, Zach and Tyler turned and stared; Brianna blinked; Nikki responded by removing her own corset and showing us her small firm boobs; and only Lauren seemed completely unfazed. A moment later, almost everyone except Robin was at least half-naked, their corsets on the floor. Lauren unsnapped Tyler's garter belt, and pulled his panties down. Startled, he turned around, and his cock - already hard - almost slapped her across the face. She blinked, and without taking time to think, I Voiced something like, "It's all good, you got this, it's meant to be fun, just do whatever feels right."
Lauren's eyes widened, and then so did her grin, and she stuck her tongue out and swirled it around Tyler's cock before leaning forwards and taking as much of it into her mouth as she could, giving him a hands-free blowjob while unbuckling her belt. After about a minute, she stopped sucking just long enough to pull her quilted gold costume off over her head, dislodging her Bride of Frankenstein wig and revealing her tits and most of her tats. That done, she popped Tyler's cock back into her mouth and beckoned to Zach, Robin and myself. Zach, who'd already shed most of his clothes except for his shirt, was the first to move; I was still distracted by the awe-inspiring size of Kayla's breasts, and I suspect Robin was too. Nikki seemed utterly entranced by them, and I Voiced, "We're all friends here. We all love each other. Don't be afraid to show it."
Lauren showed her love by grabbing Zach's cock as soon as it came within her grasp, then pulling it towards her face so she could suck it. It was longer and fatter than Tyler's, and her face looked lopsided as she tried to squeeze both into her mouth, before she finally quit and concentrated on sucking one at a time while wanking the other and rubbing it against her tits. Brianna stared at them, obviously fascinated, while Nikki walked towards Kayla as though hypnotized by her enormous boobs. Kayla placed her hands underneath one of them and lifted it until she could lick her nipples, and Nikki fell to her knees before her and began sucking on the other while rubbing her cunt.
Lauren stopped fellating Zach long enough to ask, "Do you want to fuck?", then went back to sucking Tyler before Zach could say, "Fuck, yeah!"
