Bare 'em.

Naturally, I raise a helpful finger. "Frankly I think you should just show me those boobs of yours, Auburn. After all, you're going to be going topless for these sex scenes in the show."

Auburn blushes. Ironic, considering she is sticking a sopping wet dildo in between her titties where, with just one swing of the head, someone else from the cast can surely see her.

"Y-yeah," she mumbles, "but that's different. That's my character. That's me playing a role, not -- not reality!"

"Okay," I bob my head side to side. "But you know, I think I can really help you get more out of your performance if you let me. Why not, right? What can hurt?"

Auburn frowns.

"Just an innocent method session to help get you in the zone. One that requires your boobs to be naked in front of my face. Because yes, you do have to show them to me to get the best performance out of you, Auburn." I push a little, erase any obstructive reasoning from her brain.

The titjob pauses. Auburn's hand, the one clutching the fake cock, pulls it out from her chest. The feat almost resembles Arthur tugging Excalibur out of that pesky rock. She quietly agrees, but refuses to do it there. With a tight grip around my wrist, she pulls me to the back, behind another set of curtains that leads to a set of steps going downstairs, which in turn opens up to a hallway. We clamber through the closest door to the left, which she kicks closed with her bare foot.

I take a look around. Some clothing racks, cleaning material, and a wide assortment of miscellaneous items and costumes and accoutrements of all ilk stare back.

"Ooh. Am I even allowed in here?" I gander, only to be swung back around by a hand.

"Shh!" Looking to the door (as if that would help), my new partner in crime removes the finger she'd placed on my lips. "Don't make any noise. Because no, you're not supposed to be here, and also, we don't want anybody to come down here catching me doing... doing what I'm about to DO!"

And, like clockwork, she proceeds to follow through. She looks at me, closes her eyes, and re-opens them with half-resignation, half-determined vigor. Taking a step or two back, she sets the strap-on down on an oval-shaped table by a Chinese demon mask, and raises her hands to the neckline of her top. With slender fingers, she slips her tips underneath the cloth and tugs them, pulling it off of her skin. Then she continues to pull -- down, and further, further down, until more boob flesh, and more titty skin, until finally the dusty fringes of her areolae come into view, and then -- ultimately -- her two pink, soft nipples.

"See?" she sighs, and moves one finger to scratch the edge of her left areola, absently. "There they are. What n--"

"To get a better performance you should give me a titjob, that way you could feel how it is to be in Jessica's shoes and empathize with it more."

An irregular set of blinks attacks Auburn's eyes. Whoops. Probably a bit too abrupt of me.

Nevertheless, the freckled beaut quickly recovers, staring at me with adamant pressure once her pupils refocus. "...well?" She is now leaning forward slightly, allowing me to stare down her cavernous, skin-filled wonders like an open treasure chest before the most romantic of globetrotting seafarers. "John? Hello? Take out your cock so I could fuck it with my tits!"

"You want to?"

"Yes, yes, I would love to and all that." She squishes her boobs together to make her point, her gaze still pointed straight at me. Strangely sincere yet sarcastic at the same time, I accept it anyhow. "Sorry to be, like, a bit impatient, but I do genuinely want to make my performance the best it can be, AND... I also don't want to get caught in a reaally questionable, half-undressed position by somebody with zero context. Especially if it's Duke." She cringes to herself, the thought apparently being just that bad, then returns her focus to pressing me with a clearly audible urgency, tits now being cradled by her hands. "So, if you don't mind..."

"You said it." Quickly, I begin unzipping my fly.