Nervous

"A little nervous," you admit.

"Oh, baby!" Caoimhe says. "Don't worry, I have a few minutes to spare. Do you want to come into my director's office to make sure we know your lines? I'm sure you'll feel better!"

You nod, and Caoimhe leads you over to the director's... "Office." More aptly, to the small room filled with boxes of files and other bits of paper, costumes stacked on the table and little else, other than an old dusty laptop on its desk from which Caoimhe has organized this all over the past few months. She leads you in, gently helping you sit down in the chair as she leans down against the desk, passing you over the script.

"Come on, do you want to go over some lines? Shall we start at the start?"

"Yeah, sure," you say, taking a deep breath, clearly agitated. "There's a lot of people tonight, aren't there?"

"Oh, Jack," Caoimhe says. "It'll be fine! You're so good at acting, and you've a great voice, and you can really dance! You're so big and strong and handsome, you'll steal the show!"

"I hope so," you say.

"Hey, do you want... a little help getting rid of some of this stress? Getting relaxed?"

Caoimhe brings her hand down to your pants, rubbing against your member. She looks at you, raising an eyebrow, before you nod. Caoimhe leans in, pressing her lips against yours as you smell the lavender perfume on her neck. Her lips are soft and warm, and as soon as you feel her touch, your cock hardens in your pants and your fears are forgotten. Gently, Caoimhe takes your stiffening member from your pants. You relax, collapsing deeper into your chair as her tongue rolls around your mouth. She strokes in long, slow motions, gently perking you up to your full height and strength.

"That's good," you moan gently.

"That's right, baby, relax," Caoimhe whispers in your ear, gently nibbling on your earlobe. "Let me take care of you."