"Great job, crew! I think we are ready for tonight," the director said as he walked towards the stage, clapping his hands. "Make sure you are all here by 7 p.m. sharp!"
It was opening night for the little playhouse production. Excitement was in the air, mixed with nervous energy.
The lighting girl Ava arrived at the theatre an hour early to run through the regular equipment checks to ensure everything was set for tonight's performance. The theatre was almost completely dark, but her green eyes adjusted quickly to the dimness. As she opened the door to the lighting cage, something on the backstage monitor stopped her. The stage manager Tim was leaning against a table in the Green Room while something bobbed in front of him. Upon closer examination, Ava saw that it was the busty blonde prop girl Mandy giving her own special performance. She gasped at the sight, but could not tear her eyes away from the screen as his body convulsed in orgasmic waves. She felt a tingling sensation in her pussy, imagining a firm tongue probing her delicate pink folds.
"Imagine the possibilities. I can't let this opportunity go to waste! I have to do something about it. His wife just adores that idiot. But I am sure that he won't seem so charming when she finds out."
After watching his cum dribble down Mandy's chin, Ava knew exactly what to do. She was going to fuck with him first – make them her own playthings. Yes, she would be the Puppet Master, orchestrating the perfect performance. Her thoughts were interrupted with the banging and chattering of anxious cast and the rest of the backstage crew.
Ava was prepared – all systems were good to go, as she settled into the metal cage. This was her space. She controlled the whole facility from this room. There was something about being able to see what was going on in the dark with all the monitors. Cameras peered into every secret spot in the theatre. The power was intoxicating. Ava always wore a tiny black tank top and black leather pants during the run of a show. The feeling of the tight fabrics made her feel sexy, like a dominatrix ruling the crew. They were all her puppets. But tonight would be an extra special show.
"Tim, the lighting is set. I am ready and waiting for the opening music to begin. Curtain on cue."
"Great! Mandy has everything set for Act I. She is good to go."
"I am sure she is," Ava replied sarcastically.
"What does that mean?"
"Nothing."
"It better not." Tim's face was flushed. "
Could she know? Would she tell anyone? Would she tell his wife?
" Tim thought. The nerves were tightening in his stomach. This could get ugly.
He heard the static in his headset, then an unrecognizable voice boomed in his ear.
"Tim, you have been a very naughty boy."
"Who is this? Ava, is that you?"
"Tim, I suggest you listen very carefully. I know. And if you don't want your wife to know, you will listen to everything I have to say."
"You wouldn't dare."
"Do you really want to take that risk on opening night? Perhaps I should tell her right before she goes on stage. Sort of my personal spin on 'break a leg'."
"NO! You can't do that to her! This play means the world to her."
"Well then. I think you have a situation here. Listen to me or destroy your wife's whole world. I don't think you have much of a choice. You wouldn't want to ruin this for her, would you?"
"You bastard."
"Tim, I don't like your attitude. Say 'Yes Master.'"
"Yeah, whatever."
