The audition ends

Greg stood there staring at a completely naked Abbie Andrews. He was getting extremely hard, but he thought that it might be best to stop here before he either pushed things too far or missed out on actually casting her in the show.

"Abbie," he said with a sigh.

"Yes?" she twinkled at him.

"You got the part. There's no doubt about it. Your comfort with the material, your willingness to go the extra mile, your accessible vulnerability -- you are the right woman to play Kim."

Abbie was happy, but confused. "So, is the audition over? It ended so quickly. I thought there might still be more to do."

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

Abbie nodded along. "I never knew that. Even when the emotions are high?"

"Even then." He adjusted his cock in his pants, but it didn't make his erection less obvious. She smiled, watching this.

"Well, since I know we'll have plenty of time to work together in the future, I should do the professional thing and say thank you, and be on my way."

"Right," said Greg. "Always professional, for sure."

Abbie laughed. She pulled her skirt and shirt back on, doing up the zipper and a few buttons. She scooped up her bra and panties in one hand, her shawl and shoes with the other, and cheerfully hopped off the edge of the stage.

"You were really in the moment, really committed. Did you feel that way?" Greg said.

"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."

"I'll call you when we're ready to start rehearsals. I'm looking forward to working with you more."

"Me too!" Abbie danced barefoot up the aisle and through the door back out to the lobby.