Surprisingly, she does

She flinched. Actually flinched. The paper bent in her hand. Ron’s heart was going too fast. He should have felt sick. He felt tall.

He ran out of air before he ran out of spite. The room went quiet except for his breathing. Judith stayed where she was, scared and confused and still holding his grades like a prop she had forgotten how to use.

When he finally stopped, she swallowed.

“If you do not like the Judith character,” she said, careful, earnest in that same actor way, “maybe we can change it? If it would help me deliver the performance you need.”

Ron blinked.

There it was. Not anger. Not the lecture. A desperate little offer to please him. His mother asking if the problem was the role itself. It caught him off guard hard enough that the rant died in his mouth. It also put an idea in his head so clean he almost laughed.

“Um,” he said. “What if Judith wasn’t a successful businesswoman but just as much of a loser as Ron?”

Judith’s head tipped. Completely nonchalant. Like he had asked her to try a different dish at the restaurant.

“Ohh? How does that help the scene?”

“I think in order to get to Ron, Judith needs to understand him,” he said. He watched her face while he talked. “She can’t do that if she’s this statue of success, now can she? She has to be a failure like him.”

He hoped it landed. For a couple of seconds she just looked at him, thinking it over the same way she had thought about polite.

Then she nodded.

“Yeah, you are right, director. But she still needs a job in order to afford the house and stuff. What should her new job be?”

Ron thought about it. He could keep it small. He could give her some sad little office job and call it even. He decided to push his luck.

“How about a stripper?”

Judith looked a bit scandalized. The whole clean act cracked for a second.

“But isn’t that inapp–”

“Do you have any better ideas?” Ron cut her off. He did not give her the time to finish the word. Overwhelm her. Keep her moving.

“Uhh.” She blinked. “I think not. Ok, we’ll go with stripper for Judith. I’ll go redo the scene.”

She was already turning, already walking back toward her door like the decision had been filed.

“Wait!” Ron called after her.

She stopped.

He had one more idea and if he did not say it now he was going to watch her walk in again in that same suit and hate himself.

“A stripper doesn’t wear all that, does she?”

Judith looked down at herself. The charcoal suit. The blouse. The pencil skirt. Then she laughed, a short surprised sound, and smacked her own head with a closed fist like she had forgotten the obvious.

“See!! This is why I need you! Thanks, director. I’ll go change.”

She turned around and left for her own room. The door shut. Ron was alone, waiting anxiously.

He waited.

He told himself he was testing the app. That was a lie and he knew it. He was hoping his wildest wet dream had just been given a chance to become reality. Every sound from her side of the house made his stomach kick. Drawers. Bare feet. Something hitting the floor. He did not go look. He stood in the same spot she had yelled at him and tried not to think about what she was doing in there.

Fifteen minutes. He closed his eyes hoping it all worked out.

“How’s this?” he heard her voice suddenly from the side.

Ron turned.

His eyes nearly popped out of his head.

Judith was in a denim mini skirt and a matching denim bikini top he had never seen in this house. It had to be from her younger days. It was a couple of sizes too small now, the fabric digging into the soft weight of her tits, cutting into skin that the blouse had only hinted at. She had taken the bun out. Dark hair sat in a high ponytail. Her face also looked different. Sultry makeup, darker lips, eyes done like she was about to walk onto a stage instead of into his room with a report card. She looked like a complete slut. Like she was meant to.

“Yeah,” Ron mumbled. “Yeah, that’s good…”

Judith beamed with actual pride. She walked toward the hallway she was supposed to enter from, one hand up in the air like she was calling a mark.

“Ok! Watch me nail the scene this time.”

Ron’s eyes stayed on her ass as she went. The mini skirt did not stand a chance. He could not wait to watch her or nail her, he couldn’t decide what he wanted to do more.

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