“Magnificent theatre”

His smile broadened even more, "Magnificent theatre," he said.

"What?" I asked him.

"The name of my acting troupe, we do relationship dramas, and yes, I have been naked on stage before." The colour must have drained from my face because he quickly added, "I'm sorry, I thought you knew?"

"Umm, no, I didn't. You act?" He nodded and picked up our beers, and he handed mine back to me.

"I was sure you knew, especially with what you were saying." He stepped back to the kitchen, grabbed a piece of paper, and handed it to me. "Saturday night, acting tryouts for our new production." I looked at the piece of paper.

"As a young woman gets caught up in a relationship with an older man, her life becomes more complicated and starts to unravel as she keeps it a secret because her father, a southern preacher, would never accept that he is black." I stood there for the longest time, just blinking. "Holy shit, wait, were you really being flirty, or was that just acting?"

"Come Saturday night, and if you get the lead, well, we might have to practice a lot," he smiled at me, and I bit my lip.

"I was not expecting this when I came over here, this is, wow. Umm, wow." I paused for a moment and then, to my shame, audibly moaned. "You would cum in me on stage every night for two weeks?"

"Plus Saturday and Sunday matinees," he said, holding up a finger.

"Well, I will certainly think about it," I told him. It was the honest truth. I paused again, "So, let's say I got this role. What exactly would I be dealing with?" I asked boldly.

He shook a finger at me, laughing. "Nothing you couldn't handle, I'm sure. You have to admit, though, it would be hot, sliding into bed together on stage, feeling me slip into you and fill you as everyone watches on, thinking it's all just an act."

"Including Mark," my voice croaked.

Malcolm nodded, "Including Mark."

"Unprotected," I moaned and saw the smile cross Malcolm's face.

"How about you come around on Saturday, about one o'clock, and we can run through some lines? That way, you will have a chance at landing the role," he suggested. "If you did get the role, we would have to run the scenes, again and again. You know what they say; practice makes perfect."

I bit my lip, "Well, I should probably head home, but I think that sounds nice; I can come around and practice the scene with you. And, maybe we should also practice coming across as an infatuated couple?"

He nodded, "I would like that very much."

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