The Process of Illumination

Date: 01.07.2007

Keywords: Illumination, The, Process, of,

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Colin agreed to bring Mick in to audition for the role as Ben Quick.

Later, a very disappointed Bobbi found out that Mick's college schedule prevented him from accepting the role as lead, but he did agree to help with the production when he had time and to take the role as understudy to the male lead.

Colin requested that Jessica, the producer for the troupe's plays be Bobbi's understudy as the motel owner's wife. Linda, a set designer and scenery painter was selected for Edith's backup for the Nora role.

Jessica wondered why Colin even wanted understudy players.

"We've never needed them before," she said challenging Colin.

"This is my play and I insist we act one hundred and ten percent professionally. Besides, what's the longest run any of your previous productions had?"

"Three days," Jessica admitted sheepishly.

"What's your capacity here?" Colin asked.

"Around a hundred, I guess."

"We'll sell out for two months solid. I've done plays like this in towns like Olde Lyme before. I guarantee 50 sold out performances."

"Wow!" interjected Bruce, "that's 5000 tickets at ten dollars per."

"Not ten, twenty-five dollars each! And you will be sold out."

Everyone looked at Bruce. "One hundred and twenty-five thousand," breathed the awestruck accountant. "Are you sure?"

"Not sure," asserted Colin, "guaranteed! Blimey, you heard the script. You know what the scenes will be like. Look at Edith. Look at Bobbi. They're damn fine looking women. You think there aren't 5,000 horny middle-aged wankers in a twenty-mile radius of this place who wouldn't like to see Edith starkers or Bobbi on her knees?

"And that's not counting their wives. How many of them will show up to live and hour and a half fantasy of sex with a toy boy? People will be popping down from Hartford and Providence once word gets out. I'll be buggered if we don't get folks in from Boston."

Even Jessica had no heart to challenge the braggadocios young director.

'Let them dream,' she thought. 'What harm is there in a little fantasy?'

Indeed, as Colin knew she would, she joined in fantasizing herself.

MICK, IS SHE SHAVED?

Colin called the female leads and understudy's into private rehearsal sessions. Colin wasn't really Bobbi's type but on some level he excited her.

Sessions generally consisted of Colin, Bobbi, Jessica, and when he was available, Mick. Sometimes Colin would meet with just Bobbi or just Jessica alone.

Ever since being cast in the back up role of the wife, Jessica had been fantasizing about simulating a blowjob on stage. She seemed secretly delighted to get on her knees before both the director and the college kid.

Often, one of the men would buck his clothed crotch directly against one of the actresses' faces. Bobbi could barely contain her excitement when she felt what must certainly be a hard on in Mick's jeans.

There were similar sessions with Edith and Linda rehearsing the Nora role to which no other cast members were permitted.

One day Colin announced he'd be taking Edith, Bobbi, Linda, and Jessica shopping for their wardrobes.

They stopped in several shops in Olde Lyme and surrounding towns. He settled on a light, flowery sundress that came to mid-thigh and sandals for Edith and Linda and a short, tight, black skirt, white, low-cut blouse, and stiletto pumps for Bobbi and Jessica.

At a lingerie store, panties, bras, stockings, and garters for each woman were selected with Colin insisting on viewing each actress scantily clad even though only Edith and Linda would display the items on stage.

When the group returned, Colin asked them to change and report to the stage. He began by rehearsing the scene where Ben demands the owner's wife's panties.

"All right, I'll be Ben," said Colin reclining on the bed. Nora will be next to me but we don't need you here just now Edith. Bobbi, luv, you're sitting in the chair there."

Bobbi took her seat.

"Right, now you uncross your legs flashing Ben your white panties just like you did in the office. Remember, I want the audience to see that flash of white as well so they know what Ben's being offered."

Bobbi slowly uncrossed her legs.

"You must be damned proud of them panties," Ben drawled. "You've been showing them to me ever since I walked into that there office. Now I want them. Git over here and give 'em to me."

"What?!"

"You heard me right. Git over here and give me them panties. NOW!"

Bobbi got up slowly and took a sultry stroll to the bed.

"Somebody wants somethin' round here, they got ta git it theirselves and I doubt a kid like you has the stones."

Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed Colin sat up. Staring directly into Bobbi's eyes, he slowly ran his hands up under her skirt. Up, over the stocking tops, bare hands on bare thighs causing Bobbi to quiver.

Hooking his thumbs into the panty's waistband, he pulled them slowly off. When Bobbi stepped out, Colin slid the panties into the bed stand drawer. His eyes never left Bobbi's nor hers his.

"Mick my boy, get over here," Colin called standing and retrieving the panties from the night stand.

"Take over as Ben; I want to see how this looks from the audience perspective. Put these back on."

He handed Bobbi her panties and walked off the stage as Bobbi struggled to put her underwear on with some modicum of modesty.

"Jesus!" whispered one of the stagehand husbands loud enough for the cast to hear, "I just saw her pussy when she pulled her panties up!"

"OK, go again," Colin said from his seat in the third row, "and let's have quiet backstage please."

Bobbi trembled even more as her erstwhile fantasy paramour caressed her legs and removed her panties. Colin shouted instructions and the pair alternated having Mick pull the panties off and Bobbi put them back on.

At one point, Colin exposed Bobbi's secret excitement by saying loudly, "That's fantastic Bobbi, that little tremble thing you're doing. That's a lovely way to show how hot all this is making you."

'Fuck's sakes,' thought Bobbi, 'what woman's not gonna get hot letting some young hunk pull her panties off.'

"Mick, is she shaved?" Colin asked suddenly one time after the panties had been removed.

"I keep myself trimmed." Bobbi tried to speak for herself.

"I didn't ask you, I asked Mick. Blokes have a better sense about that than you birds. Mick?"

Mick reached his hand under Bobbi's skirt and brushed his fingertips up her legs and across her mons venus.

"There's a landing strip there. Little bit of stubble but not really bad." Mick's hand continued feeling Bobbi's pussy as he spoke.

"Labia too?"

Mick moved his hand between Bobbi's legs causing her to move her feet apart. She knew he could feel how sloppy wet her cunt was as he probed with his fingers.

Her need to come was so strong Bobbi placed her hands on Mick's shoulders and began undulating her hips. Fortunately for her, he removed his fingers from between her legs before she shamed herself in a public orgasm.

"Just a little stubble," Mick announced leaving her grateful that he didn't reveal the existence of a secret torrent that soon might have animals forming two-by-two.

"I want that completely shaved every morning," Colin ordered Bobbi.

"Why" she protested, "nobody's going to see it."

"I don't want anything showing but whiteness down there. Those panties get transparent when wet, which you apparently can't control, and I don't want any pubic hairs showing. Got it? OK, go get changed. And put those clothes in the wardrobe closet, I don't want anything happening to them."

While Bobbi changed offstage, Colin had Jessica rehearse as the motel owner's wife with Mick. Off and on went Jessica's panties as the wife got hotter and hotter from what she was doing and permitting to be done to her. Finally, Colin asked Mick the same question he asked about Bobbi.

"Is she shaved Mick?"

Jessica spread her legs as Mick ran his hand under her skirt. Gently he grazed his fingers over her smooth mons, then back and forth over the labia and even into the cleft between them.

Jessica was soaking wet and his finger moved easily in her sloppy slit. When the college junior contacted her clit, Jessica could hold back no longer.

Squeezing his hand tightly between her thighs, Jessica rocked her hips in bucking tribute to Colin's ability to excite not only an audience but also the performers.

Despite trying mightily to be silent, little moans escaped her upper lips just as climax juices flowed from her lower ones.

"Clean as a whistle, boss," Mick stated as he wrapped his free hand around Jessica's thighs cupping her ass.

"OK, that's it for today," Colin told everyone and exited the barn while Jessica still convulsed onstage.

WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?

"Great news!" cried Colin bursting into the barn as if he were announcing VE Day. I just got a call from an old friend whose summer stock tour has been closed prematurely. His name is Lance and he's perfect for the Ben Quick role. He'll be here tomorrow!"

Colin left as quickly as he burst in leaving the others, and particularly Edith and Bobbi, wondering just what all this meant.

With Colin temporarily away from the set, Bruce approached Danny with a business question.

"What's this $250 check for cash?" Bruce asked Danny.

"It's for the costumes," Danny answered. "We all agreed. Colin asked that I make the check to 'cash', so I did."

"Why didn't you just cash a check and give him the cash?"

"Why would I do that?"

"I don't know," answered Bruce, "probably nothing. I guess I just like to have better control of the checks. After all, we really don't know much about this Colin."

Within a fortnight, Bruce's instincts would prove tragically correct.

The following day, the Olde Lyme Players were introduced to Lance -- all six feet six inches of him. His head was bald and his muscles bulged. From Edith to Bobbi to Jessica to Linda, each actress looked dreamily into Lance's dark eyes as he shook their soft hands and kissed their cheeks.