Julie sits beside me while mark watches from the nearby couch.

When Julie came out of the bedroom, she was wearing a lace and boned under-bust corset attached to a set of stockings held up by garter belts. Mark immediately moaned in discomfort. “What?” Julie asked with a giggle. She had no panties on, and her breasts were revealed entirely.

She sat in the two-seater lounge and patted the seat beside her. “I’m sure Mark won’t mind two sexy ladies sitting beside each other.”

I sat beside her, and Mark sat in the single-seater as we sipped on our icy cocktails and spoke options about movies. Mark could do nothing but stare at my half-naked best friend, the same one I fucked only days earlier, but he didn’t know.

Suddenly, just as we decided on a movie, my phone buzzed. I looked at it and squealed, “Malcolm just sent through the pages for the reading tomorrow.”

“Ooh, I hope they are spicy,” Julie said.

Mark groaned in discomfort, “My dick is going to break,” he protested.

I laughed, “I’m sure the sex scene isn’t in the audition,” I said, opening the attachment. Julie looked over my shoulder as I started to read, and we both moaned simultaneously.

“What?” Mark asked as we moaned.

Julie smiled as I replied, “It’s nothing; it’s just, well, the scene to audition is a few before the sex scene. So, I need to hang on; I will read the exact words. ‘Anne’ my character, hopefully, ‘tries to convince herself she is not interested in the older gentleman, knowing her father would disapprove. However, as the scene progresses, she falls under the influence of his genuine interest, and the scene closes as they share their first kiss.’”

Mark groaned again, and Julie laughed, “Are you leaking?” she asked.

His face went bright red as I said, “I guess tomorrow I will be practising kissing Malcolm; I hope you don’t mind, dear.”

He groaned again, “Hey, at least it’s not the sex scene; it means if you hear banging going on next door, you know it’s not practice, well, not practice for the play,” Julie told him.

He groaned again as I said, “No, that would only really happen if I got the lead role or was the lead's understudy.”

“Oh God, it hurts,” Mark moaned.

Julie laughed, “Well, even if you don’t get the role, maybe Malcolm will ask you to help him practice.”

“Oh fuck, come on?” Mark protested.

“Yeah, I suppose,” I mused, “And I’m only fertile once before the play unless he wants to practice right up until the date, then it would be twice.”

Mark arched his back in arousal and discomfort, “God damn, fuck.” He moaned as his cock strained against the cage.

“So,” I said, “movie?”

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