First read-through with Greg

"Okay, Katie. Let's give the scene a read." Greg took a seat on a chair in the corner, and Katie stood in front of him, about six feet away. "Are you off book?"

"Of course!" said Katie cheerfully.

Greg glanced at the pages. "So the scene is ... in her bedroom?"

"Yup. For whatever reason, 'Andrew' wound up at Alicia's house, and is waiting for Brad to come pick him up. I know, he is Brad, but ..." Katie shook her head. "I don't know. Anyway, I think I've invited him to hang out with me for a bit while we wait."

"Okay. You lead off the scene."

Katie began. "So you're from New York City! I've never been. What's it like?"

"Lots of people. Very busy. Is it hot in here?"

"Sorry. The AC is busted. Want some water?" Katie mimed opening a water bottle, drinking some, and offering it to Greg.

"Thanks."

"New York must be amazing. So many people. Bet you have lots of girlfriends there." Katie was quiet for a second. "Andrew, why doesn't Brad ask me out? Is there something wrong with me?"

"No! I mean, I don't know. Why do you ask?"

_"Well, I think he's really cute, and I want him to ask me out, but ..." She paused. "You know lots of girls. I don't want to be too forward, but can you look at me and tell me what's wrong?"_

Greg glanced up from the pages. Is this script for real? he wondered.

Katie continued. "Like for example, my face. What wouldn't he like?"

Greg looked back at the script. "Blue eyes, a few freckles, full lips. Gosh, it's warm in here."

Katie licked her lips, then bit the corner of one. "You think I have full lips?"

"They look very ... inviting ..." Greg swallowed.

Katie smiled, but then pouted. "Well, if it's not my face, what is it?" She turned around, looking at herself. "My legs?" She kicked one leg up and rested it on Greg's knee. "Go on, look. Touch it. Totally firm. I work out!"

"Looks it." Greg didn't touch Katie, he just read the script.

Katie bent forward to pull off her shoe. She glanced back up at Greg. "Just taking advantage of the moment to take off my shoes. Hope it's okay." Greg nodded. As she focused on her shoe, he looked straight down the v-neck of her shirt. Her full breasts were visible in part, but it looked like she did actually have a bra on. Katie caught Greg's eye, and smirked. Greg quickly averted his gaze. Katie stood back up, and brought her other foot to Greg's knee. She undid the shoe, and kicked it away. She sighed. She walked away, turning.

"What about my ass?" She bent forward, sticking out her butt at Greg. The silk of the shorts went taut around her firm ass. "I don't know if Brad would dare to look. Will you?" She backed up toward Greg. "Feel it, let me know if it seems too big or fat or anything."

Greg didn't touch her, but said, "Seems pretty good, Alicia. Wow, it's hot in here."

Katie spun back around. _"I know, it's kind of unbearable." She quickly pulled her t-shirt out of her shorts. Her delivery got more clipped, and she called out, "What about my tits?" She pulled her shirt off over her head. She had a plain white bra underneath. She squeezed her hands on her breasts, plumping them up over the tops of the bra cups. "I try to tease Brad with my tits when I can, but he just gets so nervous. What do you think, Andrew. Are they nice breasts?" _She walked over to Greg and put her tits right up close to his face.

Greg was having trouble reading the pages. "They're -- perfectly wonderful."

Katie stood up, caressing her own form. "Yeah, that's what I think too." She stepped away, but then turned back. "Did you want to touch one to be sure? I mean, I think they're firm, but I don't know about you."

Greg flipped over the page. He looked up. "That's it? That's the scene?"

Katie wiggled and bounced herself out of character. She squinted her eyes. "Yeah. It's kind of weird." She put her hands on her hips, oblivious to the notion that standing there in a bra might be unusual. "So what can I do with it?"