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First Published: 10 April 2016

First Night Nerves
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, Shared Wife, Exhibitionism

My husband, Johnny, worked for a large company that encouraged their staff to take one training course each year, the company paid for the training even if it wasn't anything to do with their business, they just wanted their staff to be constantly open to new ideas. Johnny took a short course in theatre lighting and as part of that training; he had to set up the lights for a travelling theatre group with his tutor. Johnny was so impressed with the group that he talked me into volunteering with them in an administrative role.

It was a radical theatre group; the actors were all on the edge of being professionals, good, just never taken up by any of the main production companies. I'd never had anything to do with actors before but I had been in business for some years and knew how to organise funding and manage an office. Actors, the group had in spades, money they definitely didn't have and every production they put on cost more to stage that they took through the box office.

I had spent a year getting grants and sponsorships for the group and managed to get a free venue, a warehouse unit that was between 'jobs' that we could use for six months as an inventive tax write-off for the owners. The first show was a play that was an interpretation of an old Pinter play, the Hothouse, there were six men and one woman, they all used numbers instead of names and the play was set in an asylum but there any real similarity to the Pinter play ended.

I was around for some of the rehearsals, often sitting at the rear of the auditorium using my laptop to do my spreadsheets or email correspondence, Sarah, the only female in the play seemed to really, and I do mean really, love the attention of six men. Fortunately they were all fully dressed for the rehearsal but I did make a mental note to avoid dress rehearsal, or should I say 'Undressed rehearsals' and I'd volunteer to work in the bar or selling snacks so I didn't have to go in the auditorium during the play.

Johnny volunteered to install the lighting rig but once the play started they wouldn't need that help, so he also volunteered to work as an usher during the performances too. I was given the role of selling soft drinks and ice-cream before the play and during the interval.

We were going through the final arrangements with just two days to go; Johnny met the other three ushers and went through with the director the standing orders on things like dealing with late arrivals and things like that. I turned up just as their meeting was drawing to an end, Johnny and the other three were collecting a drink from me when the director returned, "I'm sorry guys, but I've just had an idea, would you be willing to dress up in hospital whites?"

There was a moment's delay but as the other three ushers were actually actors without parts in the play, they loved the idea of taking that kind of supporting role. Johnny wasn't so sure but three against one, Johnny agreed, then he looked at me, "Tarquin, don't you think that Victoria looks a little like a nurse dishing out pills with small glasses of water to take the pills with?"

The director's name wasn't Tarquin, it was actually Robert but he talked with such a plumb in his mouth that every one called him different 'Posh' names. Robert looked thoughtful for a moment, "I'll get in touch with wardrobe, four sets of hospital whites and a comedy nurses outfit!"

I said "Wait!" Several times but it was too late, everyone was walking away congratulating each other on the additional dimension they had just injected into the play at a stroke. No one was listening to me anymore and I had to take coffee and biscuits to the actors rehearsing on the stage. Sarah came to the trolley totally naked but fortunately the men had all put on their dressing gowns before they stepped off the stage to collect their snacks.

Once we got home Johnny pestered me to agree to dress up to serve the audience, at least you'll be dressed, poor old Sarah spends the whole play stripping off totally and getting dressed again." So eventually I gave in and agreed to dress up as a nurse. I had the picture of Barbara Windsor from Carry on Doctor in my head and I had a shiver of revulsion at the thought of dressing like she had.

My outfit turned up just an hour before the doors were due to open; we had scheduled five evening performances and one afternoon matinee to test the water for such an unusual venue. The nurses outfit was a nasty nylon zip fronted dress that wouldn't close all the way up and was so short that it wasn't measured in inches above the knee; it was a whole foot higher than my knee. There was a frilly black basque that was supposed to show above the end of where the zipper went to on the dress; there was a thong, stockings to attach to the suspenders hanging from the basque. There was also a pair of knickers and pantyhose that were matched to my own skin tone to wear under the thong and stockings so that I felt less naked as I would be in more intimate contact with the audience than the performers were.

Johnny loved how I looked in my nurses outfit, "Do you think they'd let me buy the outfit when the show's over?"

"Johnny, I'm sure they would but I don't think it would fit you!"

Johnny chased me all around the dressing room; I couldn't let him catch me as I'd just spent thirty minutes having my face painted by the makeup woman.

I felt that I looked totally ridiculous, from a distance the way I was dressed looked obscene, close up, you could tell that I had more clothes on than it looked like I did. As the doors opened I was standing behind my trolley, it had been dressed too, it looked like a real nurse's drug trolley. I could hear Johnny and his fellow ushers asking for the tickets, they directed people to their seats and saying things like, "The doctor will see you soon!" Or they would look closely into someone's eyes, "You'd better go straight to surgery, I don't like the look if that."

As soon as the doors closed and I was no longer needed in the foyer I pushed my trolley into the store room and restocked the trolley with drinks and ice-creams and then put the ice-cream tray into the cold store.

I had additional duties to perform as stand-in stagehand, in both wings there was a small table with paper cups and bottles of mineral water, I stood in the wings to the left of the stage and another stagehand looked after the right hand side. There were ten scene changes throughout the play as well as a dozen points where the lights were turned out for a quick change. Usually it was for Sarah to get dressed and for the male cast member on stage to be swapped, as the light went out each time the performers would slip into the wings and take a drink, my job was to keep the table on the left stocked up with cups with an inch of water in them and clear up after.

I filled the paper cups as the narrator was explaining the play and then the lights would be turned off to signify an indeterminate passage of time and then I just stood waiting for the first act to start. I watched as Sarah or number four as she was called in the play flirted with Greg, he played number eight, they fooled around a little getting cheap laughs with sexual innuendo, Greg undressed Sarah and they kissed and the lights went down with Sarah finally naked with her back to the audience and Greg fondling her breasts.

There was just a flurry of activity in front of me as cups were grabbed; the small quantity of water drunk and Sarah was dressing in her next costume, all in around ninety seconds. I replaced the missing cups and placed the inch of water in them, then I checked the floor for cups that had missed the bin, the final job was to find Sarah's clothes and place them in a hamper that would be taken down to her dressing room later.

The first five quick changes were all supposed to take place in different bedrooms, to signify the bedroom belonged to different male patients the bed spread was changed and a different picture hung on the wall by the door, the lights came up on a man sitting either on a bed or chair as Sarah entered through the door that was downstage centre and the scene would kick off. In each scene, Simon would enter the room shortly after Sarah, Simon was number twelve, he was supposed to be one of the patients but everyone guessed from the outset that he was actually the psychiatrist and he dipped in and out of each scene quickly.

The sixth scene opened with Sarah and Greg already on the bed, Greg on his back and Sarah sitting on top of him. I suddenly developed more respect for Sarah, firstly, I could never perform totally naked in front of over five hundred people and secondly, her performance of simulated sex was masterful, she and Greg were acting their hearts out and the act looked totally believable to both the audience and to me in the wings.

Simon entered the bedroom as he did every scene and started asking questions of Greg and Sarah. Sarah didn't break her stride, she kept up the simulated sex scene, I was distracted by Tom the stage manager, he was trying to attract Simon's attention but was failing. I looked at Tom just as he spotted me out of the corner of his eye. As he started moving towards me I spotted the notes in his hand that were supposed to be in the holder at the foot of the bed. Simon would be looking for the notes in a moment or two as the scene called for him to look through Sarah's notes and tell a joke.

"Follow-spot three, can you hear me follow-spot three?" Tom was pushing the folder of medical notes into my hand, "Follow-spot three, pick up Victoria as she comes through the door downstage and walks to the foot of the bed please."

I was trying to dig my heels in to stop myself being dragged to the back of the stage, Tom was encouraging me on, "Please Victoria, you have to take this folder and put it in the holder on the foot of the bed, this joke is pivotal for the whole act. Just focus on the foot of the bed, walk slowly, ignore the audience and after you've dropped the notes, turn and walk slowly back."

I was propelled through the door just as Simon was getting to the point in the scene where he was about to reach for the notes and had spotted they were missing; there was a slightly flustered moment until he realised that I was coming to his rescue. There was an audible murmur from the audience when they recognised that I had been the woman selling ices and drinks before they entered the auditorium.

I reached the bed and realised that Sarah was no actress at all, she wasn't doing a brilliant performance of an actress simulating sex, she and Greg were actually fucking like rabbits right there in front of over five hundred people a few dozen feet away and Simon just inches away. As I bent to place the folder full of notes in the holder welded to the bed Simon patted my bottom, his hand was patting against quite thick, flesh coloured tights but to the audience, it looked like he was patting my bare bottom under my nurse's uniform.

I straightened up so quickly as Simon patted my bottom and I was trying to spot Johnny to see if he had seen what happened, to the audience my jump must have looked like a very 'staged' farce type reaction to Simon's touch and that delivered a loud laugh and a round of applauds from the audience.

I regained my composure and walked slowly downstage towards the door and exited, stage centre, as I walked through the door Simon said, "Oh good, it says here number four that your Nymphomania is responding well to treatment."

The line got the laugh that was expected and another round of applauds from the audience. Tom was waiting for me with a glass of water, a word of congratulations and a pat on the back. I choked as I drank the water greedily only to find that it was forty percent alcohol.

"I'll look after your props, Rob wants you to get your trolley out early, wait outside the rear auditorium door, Johnny will wait for you and tell you when to enter, walk down the left aisle cross the front of stage and stand by the steps down from the stage on the right to take us into the intermission."

My trolley had been dressed with empty vitamin bottles with fake labels with the names of various drugs stuck on each one, ten different bottles, ten different drugs. I wheeled the trolley up to the rear door where Johnny was waiting for me, he had a large box of Smarties in his hand which he emptied out over the lid of my trolley, he sorted out all the red Smarties and dropped them all into the pot marked Valium, all the yellow Smarties went into the bottle marked Librium, the green went into the bottle marked Lithium and so on.

"When they are about to end, I'll open the doors and you push your trolley down to the front, Callum from Door three will join you, he'll call the patient forward and read out a drug and a pill size, you repeat what he says but just drop two red Smarties into a paper cup, after they pop the Smarties into their mouth, you pour a little water into the cup from the jug and they'll drink it.

"After that's finished and while they are closing the scene down, Callum will help you to drop two Smarties into loads of paper cups, give one cup to everyone who buys anything from you in the interval."

I was almost apoplectic with fear, or was I catatonic with fear, Johnny could see that I was about to bolt for the great outdoors; he picked up a yellow and a blue Smartie and popped them into my mouth, "There, that will help you to calm down, I think I gave you Librium and Chlorpromazine." Johnny touched his ear, "She's about ready, twenty seconds!"

Johnny put a sausage of paper cups on top of my tray and the little jug of water with a lid on it that you see in every hospital ward. He backed through the doors to the auditorium and beckoned me to follow him.

I pushed the trolley down one side of the audience, as I started out, a weak light picked me out, someone, dressed in black, had climbed the scaffolding on the left of the stage that was used as a temporary lighting gantry, with a powerful hand lamp to pick me out of the gloom. As I reached the front of the stage, my old friend on follow-spot three blasted me with a billion photon beam and tracked me across the front of the stage.

Callum met me at the steps from the stage and called out in a very loud voice, "Drugs time!" I was turning my trolley so that I was in the corner and my trolley between me and the audience. The actors all filed down from the stage, Sarah was naked as she started down off the stage but pulled her dressing gown on as she walked down the steps.

Callum bellowed out, "Number Eight, thirty milligram's Valium!" I picked up a cup, the bottle labelled Chlorpromazine and dropped two Smarties into the cup and called out, "Thirty milligram's Valium!" Greg stepped forward, took the paper cup off of me and threw the pills into his mouth, then I poured water in the cup and Greg swallowed that too. Callum stepped in and opened Greg's mouth, "Tongue, say Ahh!"

Callum picked up the clipboard and called out, "Number Five, fifty milligram's Lithium!" I was still holding the jar labelled Chlorpromazine, I turned the other jars to look at their labels, then I tipped two pills from the jar I was holding and I called out, "Fifty milligram's Lithium!"

It took about ten minutes to go through the drugs routine and all the actors filed back up onto the stage. The first half ended three minutes later and in that three minutes Callum and I popped two Smarties into fifty or so paper cups and then the lights came up and the intermission began.

I was serving drinks and ice-creams and handing a small cup with two Smarties in each to everyone who came to me. One man thanked me but refused to take the cup with the sweeties in it, I called out "Nurse Callum!" Callum came to my side holding a straight jacket in his hand, "Are we going to have problems here again Number Sixty-five?" Callum shook the straight jacket in the customer's face and he meekly picked up the small cup with its two Smarties in it.

As part two started I put my trolley away and returned to the table to play stage hand and water monitor again. I had been terrified about dressing up, or rather undressing up in public, I had been in a state of shock when I was pushed out in front of an audience and really didn't want to take the role as drugs nurse but as I stood there, still dressed in my nurse's uniform I realised that once the shock left me I had quite enjoyed my 'Exposure' to the general public, in fact, I had gotten a kick out of it that was only just short of the kind of pleasure I got from sex.

What I didn't know was that during the fifteen minutes of the intermission Robert and Simon had worked out an extra scene to add at the end of the play. Robert had put on a white coat and was taking the role of Her Majesties Inspector of Mental Institutions, the scene was an impromptu session, basically the reason that no one was getting well in the hospital was that the nurse in charge of drugs was dyslexic and couldn't read the labels on the drugs bottles.

The scene closed with Robert saying, "Dammed it man, I said that Nurse Victor was qualified to issue drugs not Nurse Victoria, she's totally Dyslexic, she gives people drugs based on their pretty colour."

The stage blacked out and the principal actors all moved centre stage, Robert was standing at my side as the six took a bow, the lights went out again and Robert took my hand and pulled me out with him. The lights came up and Robert bowed and I was pulled down into a bow too. I had never felt an ovation before in my life and it was like a drug, something that you have to have over and over again.

Johnny dragged me along to the party after the show even though I really just wanted to go home because I knew that I'd be starting very early the next day. I'd have to check the money that was taken during the evening, programs, sweets and drinks as well as ticket sales on the night. I'd need to add it all up and prioritise which bills I could pay first.

As Johnny and I walked into the room holding the party I got another round of applauds from the cast. Robert took me to one side, "Victoria darling, can we keep your part in the show for the rest of the week? It went down a storm and fulfils our grant requirement of audience participation in the show quite neatly."

I was about to say no even though I'd enjoyed doing it once it was all over and I had discovered something that I had never known about myself, that I actually loved people looking at me, laughing at me and clapping something that I'd done. Johnny came to my rescue and talked me into saying, "Yes!"

I was in the theatre at nine o'clock the next day, I had some big bills that needed paying, I had never realised how expensive it was to try and put on a professional theatrical experience even when those taking part were working for a share of fifty percent of the net profit, the other fifty percent would help fund the next production and because we had a permanent home for at least the next six months the cast was already rehearsing for the next production.

The phone had been ringing from before I arrived; I was checking the answering machine in between answering the calls that were coming in fast and furiously. In two hours I didn't manage to get any of my planned work done but I did manage to sell all of the remaining seats in the remaining five performances and then had to start a list of names and telephone numbers of people asking to be notified of any cancellations.

Robert came in at noon and was surprised to see me working away already, even more surprised to see the list of people hunting for cancellations. Because I had made the list in the form of a spreadsheet it was easy to show how many tickets or rather seats we could potentially fill if we had the spaces. By twelve thirty the whole cast had arrived, I was called into the rehearsal room so had to turn the answering machine back on.

Once the cast heard that there were three hundred potential seat sales waiting they readily agreed to a two day extension to the performance. I was told to put my nurses uniform on again and had my makeup and hair done, Robert wanted my makeup to be done differently to the day before because the makeup now had to work under stage lighting rather than just normal lights so everything had to be darker or richer coloured. Robert took my photograph and interviewed me to find out all about my life, when I realised that Robert was forming my biography for a program insert, a shiver ran down my spine, not my usual shiver of revulsion, it was a shiver of excitement.

One of the cast dressers came to talk to me about my costume, the way I was dressed was fine for standing in the foyer and selling in the auditorium but under the hot lights things needed to be tweaked a little. The thick tights and second pair of knickers had to go especially on the day we were doing a matinee as well as an evening performance. "If I get you some slightly less revealing knickers, would you perform without the tights and flesh toned bottom warmers?"

I caught my breath in a slight gasp, "It will be a bigger turn on when Simon pats your bottom as well, for you, for Simon and for Johnny I'm sure."

Within ten minutes I was standing in my nurse's uniform with just one pair of knickers on, the front was wider than the one's I wore the night before but the back was still a shoestring or 'Butt-floss' as I call it.

I rehearsed my scene a dozen times with Simon, each time I had to pretend to be shocked, it took ages to make it look as natural as it had done on that first day. Robert wanted me to bend lower when I put the notes into the holder and jump up quicker with the startled look on my face but after five runs through it still didn't look natural, then on the sixth time I was holding the folder upside down and one sheet fell out, I squatted down to pick the paper up. Simon and Robert looked at each other.

"Perfect, Victoria, when you're putting the folder into the holder, keep your eyes on what Sarah and Gregg are doing and drop the folder on the floor, then, bend down to pick it up but keep your legs straight! Wardrobe, Wardrobe, Can you build up Victoria's uniform so that it will stand up at the back more, starch or stiff under skirts or something and Simon, two pats I think, then as Victoria jumps up, keep your hand in contact and rub around a little."

When Johnny turned up he had a grin on his face like a Cheshire cat, he loved the alterations to my uniform and it took all his will power to stop him dragging me off to my store room for a 'Quickie' before the front doors were opened. And just before the doors opened it was announced over the public address system that the newly added evenings had now been filled and a third extra night was being proposed. Robert took over the microphone, "I'm giving special thanks and all due credit to Victoria and her back office team for their efforts in generating our first ever working profit and for the first time in our five year history, it looks like we'll all get paid after the final performance. And please remember, however little we eventually get paid, after we receive it we will all finally become a professional theatre troupe"

I set out my stall in the foyer and refilled the pill bottles with single coloured Smarties again. I noticed several men were hanging around me, watching every move I made, there was a palpable feeling of anticipation whenever I was asked for a can of beer which was stored on the bottom shelf of my trolley, the first time, without thinking I squatted down to get the can and there was an audible murmur of disappointment from the ten men watching me closely. The next time I was asked for a beer I bent the way Robert had asked me to in the play, Legs straight and bending at the waist to a loud cheer.

Suddenly beer was very popular and everyone noticed that most of my customers were men, especially Johnny who had swapped doors with the usher that would usually stand on the door closest to me. When the public address system announced the play was about to start and the foyer drained into the auditorium, Johnny closed his doors while I was getting my trolley ready to roll it into the store room, Johnny rushed over to me and kissed me, rubbing his hand over my bottom and beyond, between my legs from behind, and he whispered in my ear, "Wow, how turned on are you?" I just looked into his eyes and giggled.

A new stage hand had been co-opted in to take my place back stage so I was no longer collecting clothes and dishing out water. Robert opened the door to my store room as I was restocking my trolley, "Greg had a last minute whim, he's sitting in the middle of the third row, he noticed that it still hadn't been sold when the doors opened. Take a cup with two pills in it and a drink of water, go in the back of the auditorium, Call out for Mr Smith, you'll see Greg struggling to answer, go to him and take his bite mask off and give him the pills and water, then you'll have to help him out of his seat and guide him up onto the stage."

I was turned on more than I could remember ever being in my life before and suddenly I was going through the back door of the auditorium, where the previous performance there had been a stage hand holding what was basically a powerful torch to light my passage from the rear of the auditorium, during the day a small spotlight had been mounted on the temporary lighting rig and a man dressed in black was harnessed to the rig on a small platform.

As soon as the spotlight hit me I shouted "Mr Smith!" I walked ten paces and shouted out again. I heard a commotion grumbling and growling and spotted a movement in the middle of the third row, it wasn't Greg that I saw though it was the man sitting next to him jumping to his feet and looking from me to Greg.

Greg had sat in his seat wearing a straight jacket with a hooded coat over his shoulder and his hood pulled over his head, he had been pretending to be asleep as the rest of the row filled up and apart from a few strange looks he had been totally ignored until I called out his name and he became animated, exposing his face for the first time and the fact that he had a face mask on to prevent him biting people.

I had to squeeze my way along the row to get to Greg, I felt an impromptu coming over me, I stopped five people from Greg and said, "What's that love, Sorry, I know you've been waiting a very long time but Doctor is very busy today, I'll send an orderly along in a moment to change your incontinence pad for you!" I reached Greg, "Mr Smith?" Greg went mad, almost rolling around in his seat, I was pushed against the back of the head of the man in row two, I turned to apologise, pushing my bare arse into the face of the man who had jumped up when Greg first moved. I apologised to him too, I waited until Greg was facing forward once again and pounced on him, pinning him to the seat with my knees.

I had been told to take the bite mask off before I fed Greg the pills but I realised that I could get the Smarties past the finger guards with the mask still in place, the water was a lot more difficult and we ended up fighting in the seat for five minutes before I poured the water all over Greg, getting a little into his mouth. Greg fought me a little for a few more seconds before he pretended to be sedated.

I felt the warmth of a hand on my bottom, the man whose face I had pushed my arse into had made a quick grab at me. I got off of Greg and pounced on the man at his side, I took two more pills from my pocket and forced them into the man's mouth, then I pinched his nose, before getting off of his lap I looked to the man on his right, "If he starts to choke, turn him on his side, if he stops breathing press the call button."

I pulled Greg to his feet and as he stood up he left his coat behind showing he was wearing the straight jacket, I draped his coat over my arm and said in a stage whisper, "The red ones calm people down the fastest, I'll have to find out what's in them some day!" As I struggled to get Greg down the row of people my bottom was pinched several times, I think men were sure that I would be wearing tights and were surprised to find just bare flesh when they touched me.

Johnny had been watching the proceedings very closely as Greg and I were doing our impromptu performance with a broad grin on his face. As I guided Greg up the steps that I would be standing in front of later the stage lights came up and the scene wasn't as I had suspected, it was the scene of the free association area, Greg and I went through one of the doors and on into the wings on the right and the lights went down again and the scenery was turned in thirty seconds into the first bedroom scene.

I helped Greg to his dressing room and unbuckled him out of the straight jacket. As soon as Greg's hands were free he grabbed me, "The red pills always make me hard just like fighting with a beautiful woman in front of six hundred people does. I've got twenty minutes before my scene with Sarah so come here you."

Greg grabbed me and pulled me towards the couch in the corner of his room, he just pulled my thong to one side and began punching his finger into me, driving me through a series of orgasms as he fought to open his zipper. He didn't fuck me to his own climax as he would need to get an erection for Sarah in ten minutes but we did have a great fifteen minutes of fun before he had to get changed into his pyjamas for his scene.

I would be on stage shortly after Greg so I had to do some quick makeup repairs, I had to go to see the makeup girls, my lipstick was all smudged and one of the girls spotted the streaks between my thighs and handed me a towel to wipe my cunt and inner thighs before she dabbed a powder puff between my legs to hide the sheen.

I loved my few seconds on stage in the fuck scene and Simon actually tried to get his finger into my cunt while he was 'Rubbing his hand around my bottom' as Robert had told him to do, I just followed my instructions and stood there bolt upright with a startled look on my face. I did spot that Johnny was watching very intently from his seat by the exit, his was one of the few faces I could actually see because of the emergency exit light above his seat.

***

I was so turned on and bouncing about after the curtain calls, four call-backs to standing ovations in all that I doubted I'd be able to sleep for hours. As usual the talk in the dressing rooms was all about where we were all going after the show. Johnny came to my room; well the room that Sarah and I shared and while Sarah used her cold cream to take off her industrial strength makeup Johnny pulled me onto the daybed in the corner of the room, he sat down and pulled me onto his lap, I had put a dressing gown on over my skimpy nurses outfit and Johnny opened that up and used it to hide what we were doing from Sarah.

He pulled my thong to one side and unzipped his trousers, slipping his cock into my cunt as easily as a mini-car driving into the Dartford tunnel.

"You feel very slippery in there, has someone beat me to it?"

"Greg slipped a few fingers in but that was during the first four scenes."

Johnny laughed, "I'm not going to get you off right now, I'm going to just juice you up enough so you're desperate for more later."

Johnny erupted into my cunt in double quick time as Sarah carried on her cleansing routine totally ignoring the fact that we were fucking in the same room. The door burst open just as Johnny finished hosing my womb down with his spunk and Sarah was asked if she was going to the casino, one of the few places in town that was open for food after midnight, you could gamble or dance as well in the casino complex. Johnny slipped out of me and zipped up.

"Hi Johnny, you and Victoria are coming too aren't you?"

Johnny kissed me and said, "No but you guys take Victoria for me though, I've got to go into my proper job early in the morning!"

"I can't go without you darling, it wouldn't be right."

"Don't be silly Vicky, you're bouncing off the walls, you'll never get to sleep, you need to go out and let off some steam, go dancing, have a drink and whatever else pops up in the night, I'll sleep in the spare room so I don't wake you if you're back by the time I go to work."

Well, talk about my husband giving me the green light to fool around! Johnny kissed me and told me to go and have a great time. It didn't take me anywhere near as long to get changed and remove my makeup as it took Sarah. She was totally naked, searching through a long rail of clothing for something suitable to wear.

"What are you wearing Vicky?"

"I've only got my skirt and blouse that I wore to the office this morning!"

"Are you feeling naughty Vicky?"

"Well, Johnny's just had his oats and he's given me the green light to go and have fun myself, so I guess I am!"

Sarah had red spider tulle fabric, it was sixty inches wide and she had used it as drapes to cover up the bare brick walls of the dressing room, like wallpaper but it could be taken down and moved from theatre to theatre, she pulled one length of it down, folded it in half lengthways and cut it across the width.

"I've got tons of this at home, it isn't much use really, far too thin and delicate but it looks great on the walls."

She folded each of the two half in to half lengthways again and then she folded it widthways, to get the absolute centre, and cut a long slit about half way down. Sarah put a dab of clear nail varnish at the ends of each cut to try and prevent the tulle ripping along the cut line, just the way I stopped my tights laddering if I snagged them.

I had only just dressed but Sarah told me to strip again, then, when I was totally naked, she pulled the tulle over my head so it looked like a very flimsy poncho. Red thread was used to tie the thirty inch wide shoulders of my poncho so that it was gathered to around two inches wide over each shoulder and a wide belt to pull the waist in tight to show off my narrow waist, the gathers did hide my breasts a little but the bottom hid very little, my red hairy garden did show through the red tulle but not as much as Sarah's black Brazilian stripe showed through hers.

We walked out of our dressing room arm in arm to wolf-whistles from the rest of the cast and we left through the back door, or as we in the theatre called it, the stage door. There were twenty fans of the show waiting to get our autographs, when they saw the way that Sarah and I were dressed they went wild and as we headed off to the casino in three taxis there were ten other cars following us.

We didn't really get the chance of a quiet meal in the casino's restaurant as there were eight of us from the cast and fifteen men that had followed us. Sarah had actually fucked every member of the cast many times in the past as well as Robert so she was definitely encouraging the fans. I think she danced with everyone of them and took a drink off of most of them too.

I was revelling in the attention of eight men, lots of dancing and lots of drinks being bought for me, then came the dreaded three o'clock dilemma, eight men, only one me, which one would I go home with? While I was dancing with one of Sarah's escapees I noticed that the eight men were in deep discussion, when I was escorted back to the table Robert was walking back from the bar with a pack of cards, the pack was shuffled and one card dealt to each man by Robert, Greg got a three of hearts and threw the card down in disgust, Simon got the king of diamonds and a Cheshire cat grin on his face, the next five were middling cards and Robert turned over the king of spades.

There were discussions about using bridge rankings which would have given Robert the winning hand as in bridge the rankings go down from spades to hearts, diamonds and clubs were lowest but Robert turned to me, I had realised that they were gambling for me and I thought Robert was going to ask me to choose.

"Victoria, have you ever been to bed with two men at the same time?"

I was a little thrown by the question, I had readied myself for choosing between Robert and Simon but this was definitely throwing me a little, I shook my head.

"Well, I think that it behoves Simon and me to bring this serious omission in your education to an end!"

Simon took one of my arms and Robert took the other and I was guided out to a waiting taxi, as we crossed the dance floor Sarah was in a dark corner on her knees in front of a man her head moving back and forth rapidly.

The taxi took us to Robert's apartment, there were few niceties observed, as soon as we walked through the door I was divested of my makeshift dress and pulled along the corridor to the master bedroom. Robert and Simon were naked in a flash too. Robert was definitely the 'Alpha' male, he was no 'Lovey' of the theatre like most artistic men, he was powerfully built and very muscular and had a cock on him that would make a horse shy away, Simon didn't have the same body but a very similar sized cock.

Robert took charge of the situation, he took my right hand and wrapped my fingers around his cock, then he took my left hand and did the same to Simon's cock and almost on auto-pilot I began to masturbate both men while Robert demanded my face so that he could rain kisses down on my lips. Robert held my head in both of his hands so that I was forced to look him directly in the eye,

"Have you ever taken a cock up your arse Vicky?"

I managed to mumble a "No!"

"Would you like me or Simon to try and get up your arse tonight?"

Is it just me, I was really shocked, I'd had a few boyfriends in my time, they usually took their time, tried to get me to do what they wanted me to do to them or to do to me but not one of them had ever asked me straight out like that, I thought there was some kind of unwritten rule that you never mention anything sexual to your partner, you just stumble along and make her believe that the two of you have just invented this act and there was no premeditation at all.

I squeezed both cocks a little tighter to try and gauge how small they could squash down too, 'Jesus Christ' flashed through my mind, their cock's didn't reduce in size at all, I would have trouble taking Robert in my cunt, there was no way that either of them could get there cocks up a woman's arsehole, not without a crippling amount of pain at any rate so after long deliberation and my squeeze test, I shook my head.

Robert laughed, "Okay, just this once, we'll let you keep your anal virginity, but if you come back to me again for sex, I'm telling you now that I'll have to break your arse in for you before I'll fuck your cunt!"

We started out with just simple oral sex, I sucked both men's cocks for a moment or two then Robert got down between my legs and started to lick my cunt greedily, he licked over my arsehole as well as my cunt, he drove me wild and as I had Simon's cock in my mouth at the time he almost boiled over before he managed to slip out of my mouth.

Robert came up for air, "Your Johnny's spunk tastes good, well matured in your hot little cunt Vicky!" Simon got extra interested and he dived down between my thighs, "Mmmmm, I see what you mean, very tasty and a lot of it stored down there too."

Simon then made me get on my hands and knees and came up behind me, I looked back and said, "Remember, no bottom sex!" Robert pulled my face back and forced his cock into my mouth and began working on trying to get his balls against my chin by forcing his snake-like cock as far down my throat as he could get it.

Simon spent a full thirty minutes fucking me before he finally spilled his seed into my cunt and I was really glad that he had finally shot his load because my larynx and oesophagus were starting to suffer from Robert's onslaught and as soon as Simon pulled his cock out of my cunt, Robert pushed me onto my back and rammed his cock into me as fast as he could.

Even though I had a pint of lubricating spunk in my cunt, Robert still had a struggle getting his cock all the way in me and once there, he made a real pig of himself and fucked me hard for an hour. It was past six o'clock before he finally climaxed and let me slip back into my home-made tulle dress and head off home.

I really should have called for a cab rather than walking across to the taxi rank, there weren't that many people about at that time of day but those that were around had several accidents while they were distracted by my near nakedness.

Johnny had already gone to work by the time I got home, a good thing too, I was sore and tired, we had a matinee and an evening performance later in the day so I needed sleep, I needed a saltwater bath too but I needed sleep more.

I got back to the theatre at two o'clock for a three o'clock matinee, I was surprised to see another woman dressed in the outfit that I had worn for the first night and one of the back office staff was going through the stock room and the trolley with her. I found Robert, Simon and Greg in a huddle in the rehearsal room, Robert spotted me, he grinned at me like a fool, "Victoria, We've arranged a girl to sell refreshments in your place, we want you to play nurse as the audience arrives and during the interval."

I thought about it for a moment, "I'm okay with it but won't the wives and girlfriends get a little uptight about my spending time playing up to their husbands?"

Robert was holding a folder, "We have had the back office run a little analysis on our audience, you well know the usual audience profile, you ran all of the reports for our business plan, seventy percent of ticket purchases are made by women and the average number of seats per purchase is two point four seats, some bring husbands but most bring other women so our usual matinee would be predominantly female. This afternoon, ninety seven percent of the tickets were bought by men and the tickets per transaction ratio is one point two seats per transaction. We're expecting predominantly men in the audience today."

"Will that cause us any problems with our grants?"

"No, I've checked all of them, we submitted our figures as a statement of the normal theatre business models but anyway, this play is making so much money that if we lost the grants for this play we'll still all get a payday out of it and keep fifty percent for future plays."

The props manager had bought fifty-six pounds of chocolate beans from the manufacturers and he had got his hands on massive plastic drugs bottles direct from one of the local chemical manufacturers, he and the back stage staff had been working all morning to separate the fake drugs into bottles of single colours, they weren't Smarties anymore, just low cost imitations, so fake Smarties pretending to be fake drugs.

I was already in the auditorium when the main doors were opened, Greg was dressed in his bite mask and straight jacket with a hooded jacket on over the top, two of the back stage staff were sitting with him in the tenth row from the front, it was testament to our popularity that even on an afternoon show the only seat that was available was so far from the stage. The plan was, as soon as there were enough people in the audience the two stage hands would slip away from Greg and that way, he wouldn't stand out so much.

As people began to arrive I walked up and down with a small trolley, a clipboard and a gigantic bottle of fake pills with Valium emblazoned across its label. I waited for men to sit down and then made my way along the row to them, rubbing my bottom against loads of other men while getting to the patsy I'd picked out. I asked their name and looked down my list, then I announced a clinic or doctor's name and handed one or two pills, telling him to wait to be called.

There was just one brave woman in the audience, I made a bee line for her, asked her name, I ran my finger down the list on my clipboard then sang out, "Obsessive nymphomania" at the top of my voice. I popped two pills into her hand, "Take these, chew them, don't just swallow," then I tipped two more in her hand, just to be safe, "The doctor will probably be thirty minutes and you look desperate for sex." I got the desired result from the rest of the audience and even though the woman did blush horribly, she still laughed as she popped the four sweeties into her mouth.

I spotted the doors being closed and moved down towards the front of the auditorium, I called out "Mr Smith," and Greg suddenly jumped to his feet leaving his jacket behind and he started to throw his body around fighting to get out of his straight jacket. He caused total shock and consternation in the half dozen men sitting around him, I had expected to see two empty seats, one on either side of him but it appeared that we'd sold those two seats to latecomers and now they looked totally terrified.

"Mr Smith, just calm down, I'll be there in a minute!"

Instead of walking around the aisle I just set off stepping over seats, there was a huge amount of laughter and also as I stepped over men it gave them plenty of opportunity to touch me under my uniform. The fight with Greg took longer than on the first night before I could force the Smarties through the guards in his facemask, I had put a small plastic bottle in my pocket in preparation for Greg so I could squirt water into his mouth without getting it all over everyone. I eventually got Greg up onto the stage and as the lights went down for the scene change the audience went mad, clapping their hands and stamping their feet.

I avoided being dragged into Greg's dressing room because Robert wanted a chat with me, "We're now up to fourteen nights and another matinee without a break and it looks like the play could run even longer, Sarah needs at least one night off and I'd like you to take her place as number four. I can substitute all of the male actors, we have a massive pool of willing men but you are the only other woman in the cast at the moment."

Robert slapped me on my shoulders and left me to ponder his request, could I go from flashing my knickers and a little cleavage for a few minutes each evening to stripping totally naked nine times a night, I had a good idea what Johnny would say when I tell him about Robert's request, he'll want me to take Sarah's role as number four and he'll want me to do it exactly the same way that Sarah was doing it.

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