The audition ends

Greg felt himself getting excited holding Abbie in his arms. Her breathing caused her breasts to rise and fall, and his hand underneath her left breast moved along with her, adding pressure, returning energy to her body as she breathed.

He was **** to let go. He aimed to memorize the feeling of her breast. He rubbed a little more, touched her nipple again, and with a squeeze, released her. Quickly, he shook off the moment -- and slightly less quickly, he adjusted his half-erect penis in his pants.

Abbie took note of this, and smirked to herself.

"That was great, Abbie. Great audition."

"Oh, is that all?" Abbie asked, a bit taken aback with how abruptly it all ended.

Greg nodded. "That's all I need to see today."

"May I ask -- it ended so quickly. Is that normal?"

"We have to be able to turn scenes on and off like a light switch."

Abbie nodded along. "I never knew that. How fascinating!" She scooped up her shoes and shawl from the floor. "I have to ask -- was it because we were touching so much? I asked you to touch my butt, you asked me to touch my breast. It was a lot of touching. Well, a lot of you touching me, I guess, but -- was that why we stopped?"

"No, not at all, Abbie. You were really in the moment, really committed. Did you feel that way?"

"I did! I felt very in the moment, like you said!" She looked around, and looked back at Greg. "This has been really interesting and definitely fun."

Greg smiled. "You were wonderful. I'll be in touch soon --" he realized his choice of words, and rephrased. "I'll call you soon to let you know if you've been cast." He looked away, and then back again with a twinkle in his eye. "But I think you have a pretty good chance."

Abbie smiled. "Really? Wow, that means so much. Thank you! Oh, this will be so fun!" She jumped off the stage and into the aisle. "Thanks again!"

Abbie danced barefoot up the aisle and through the door back out to the lobby.