Heading to Malcolm’s

After doing my hypno training, I had a shower and freshened up before kissing Mark goodbye, “I’m going over to Malcolm’s to practice some lines.” He moaned, and I giggled. “Remember, there is a sex scene in this, so if you hear anything that sounds like sex, we’re just practising.” He groaned again as I left.

I had chosen to wear a simple dress and no underwear, but I brought a bag with some underwear and a change of clothes with me in case Malcolm thought the dress would be too much for the audition.

I knocked on his door, and a moment later, he opened it. He was wearing shorts and a tight t-shirt. I always knew he was a bit muscled, but he looked just fuckable right then. “Kim, come on in,” he said, stepping away from the door. “Does Mark know about the play?” he asked.

“Yep,” I said, almost skipping past him, “he knows we will be doing a sex scene on stage if I get the role.”

I walked past him into the living area to see a couple of glasses of wine and a few pages of the script on the coffee table. “So, does he know that I would probably try and fuck you there and then on stage?” I shook my head, “Does he know it turns you on to think about being in a play with me and doing a sex scene?”

I picked up one of the glasses of wine and took a sip. “Yeah, I did admit that to him.”

“And he knows we would need to practice a lot?” I simply moaned. “Your nipples are hardening.” He teased.

I looked down to see a bulge in his pants, “That’s not the only thing that’s hardening.” I teased back. “So, what’s the scene we will be practising for the audition?” I asked him, changing the subject.

He nodded and picked up one of the scripts, “It’s their first kiss,” he said.

I playfully pouted, “What, you mean we won’t be practising the bedroom scene today?” I asked him.

He smiled and picked up his wine glass, “Tell you what,” he took a sip. “Let’s see you act this scene, and we can see. But we should focus because I really want you to get the role.”

I moaned again, “What you really mean is that you want me over here several times a week to ‘practice’.” I made little quotation marks with my free hand before taking the script from his.

He smiled, “Oh yes, and I want to see the look on your face as I slowly enter you on stage in front of everyone.”

“And Mark,” I said.

He nodded, “And Mark. But also, we should focus because I think this sexual tension between us would be very helpful in you getting the role. This story is all about tension and denial. But, if you get the gig, I’m sure we can go out for drinks or come back here for drinks afterwards.”

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