You get Liz off right then and there

“Before we go, I’ve always wondered what the backstage of a theatre looks like,” you say.

“Oh... I could show you. If you like.”

Liz’s gaze drops down and this tiny smile forms at the corners of her mouth. It isn’t a look that you’ve seen on her face before.

The past month has changed your usual dynamic. She’s gained a lot more respect for you and your opinion. She put herself in a **** position and you showed that you can take care of her emotional needs. Now she seems very eager to listen to you and to please you. {if benefits=true}This is very different from your casual back and forth of shared sexual desires. You can feel that she expects you to take control. Right now she’s putty in your hands.{else}This is very different from the way she usually behaves around you. She’s much more passive in this moment. It feels like she expects you to take control. It also feels like your best chance to show her that you should be more than a good friend.{endif}

You decide to press your advantage.

With a smile you pick up her bag and say, “Let’s do that.”

{if perform >=9}As you turn to go she looks over at the woman by the exit and says, “Not this time, but have fun. I’ll see you at the next one!”{endif}

Holding her hand firmly in yours you lead her back towards the stage and into the wings. The theatre is now lit with overhead lights, much more garish than the soft lights during the show. Behind the curtains you see coiled cables and other equipment along the walls, electrical boxes and caution signs interspersed with old show posters. Liz takes the lead as you enter the maze of back corridors, guiding you through several twists and turns.

When she arrives at a door marked “Dressing Room 2” she says, “This is where I was.” The she knocks twice and quickly enters when there isn’t an immediate answer. You walk in after her and glancing around you see that the room has a row of lockers, a ratty old couch, and a sink with a small garbage can next to it. There is also a low counter with several make-up stations set along a mirrored wall. Liz walks to one of the chairs by the counter and turns to face you.

“This was my station. It got pretty crowded but the other girls are all great. I mean, some of them are extra loud but we were having a good time. Dressing Room 1 was for the guys.”

You give an appraising look and ask, “Is Dressing Room 1 the exact same? I wonder if the guys had a lot more space to get ready.”

“I dunno, I haven’t been in there.”

You step back into the hallway and say, “Well let’s go find out.”

Liz follows after you as you start to wander down to the next door you can see.

“I’m not sure, Connor, I know they want us out of here soon.”

“It won’t take long, trust me. Just little peak. Aren’t you curious?” you don’t wait for her answer as you find the correct door and knock. Just as with the first room there’s now answer so you step inside. You pull your friend in with you and then check that the coast is clear before closing and locking the door.

You take a few steps inside and look around. Liz stays close by your side. It is, indeed, very similar in size and layout to the other dressing room, down to the countertop running along the mirrored wall.

“Wow,” you say appreciatively, “I’d say the guys in this show got all the best perks.”

“Yeah?” she responds. Judging by her tone it isn’t really meant as a question. Just a way to keep the conversation going.

“Yeah. Not only do they get the same amount of space to fit fewer people. But they also got to spend their downtime ogling all the pretty ladies.”

You move a bit closer to Liz, standing slightly behind her. She goes stiff and gets much quieter.

“I mean... not all of them like women. And they were all very professional.”

“Sure. But you can be professional and still look... still appreciate. Didn’t you enjoy getting to see their bodies? Did you feel yours being enjoyed by them?”

You’re now standing right behind her and you place your hands on her hips. You look over her shoulder at her reflection in the mirror. You lock eyes. She draws in a sharp breath. {if benefits=true}You’ve held her body plenty of times before but this is different. This is you taking what you want.{else}You’ve never been this bold with physical contact with her. The power of it lights a fire inside you.{endif}

You undo the belt of her trench coat and pull it open slightly. Underneath she’s wearing a simple dark top and a miniskirt. Her arm holding the bag goes limp and it lands on the floor with a soft THUD. Your hands move up to her shoulders and you pull her coat off. It drops at her feet. Now you run your fingers up and down her bare arms.

“You do have a very enjoyable body. But you know that, don’t you?”

She holds your gaze and her mouth starts to move but she can’t really form words.

“Uh... I uh... mmm.”

You wrap your left arm around her chest, pulling her close so that she can feel your erection inside your pants. Your right hand traces a slow line down her exposed midriff. You lift the front of her skirt and fully expose her pussy to you; she has no panties getting in the way of your view of her neatly trimmed bush.

{if benefits=true}She looks better than ever in this position.{else}Her breath catches as you take in the sight of her intimately for the first time.{endif}

“Hold that up,” you tell her and she obeys. Her hands daintily hold the sides of her skirt up on her waist. You make her keep exposing herself to you as you move your fingers down to her lower lips. Even before they make contact you can feel the furnace heat coming off of her.

With careful strokes you explore her folds. Every part of her that you touch is wet with her arousal. You dip inside of her a few times and then circle her clit. Her trembles with one long shiver and for the first time in what feels like ages she closes her eyes. You keep going, moving from spot to spot and changing the pressure of your touch as you go. You don’t want to bore her. You want to excite her. You want to take **** the pleasure out of her!

“Mmm, what a deliciously wet cunt. Were you getting excited watching the others onstage?”

She doesn’t respond. She’s starting to breathe heavily.

“Or was it being watched that excited you most?”

She lets out a groan and you redouble your efforts. She starts to lean back into you, her hips rolling forward to offer better access to her pussy. You can hear an almost silent “please” escape her lips.

“Good girl,” you keep your voice low in her ear. “I’ll find all the right spots... you just enjoy...”

Before long you can feel her legs start to tense up, and see her knuckles go white. Her eyes open again as you slip a third and then a fourth finger inside her wet cunt. You dive deep inside her and curl your fingers up against her g spot.

“After all, that’s what you’re made for. Enjoying. And being enjoyed.”

You tighten your hold on her chest as she cries out in ecstasy and her entire body convulses. If there’s anyone nearby you’re certain they will hear her wailing as the waves of her orgasm rock her again and again. She’s standing on her tiptoes and her hands let go of her skirt and fly up to touch her breasts, your hand, your face, moving from place to place in a frenzy of pleasure.

Then it all comes to an end and she starts to sag, panting and losing all her strength. You hold onto her until her feet are flat on the ground again. Then you settle her skirt back down and straighten her top which got pulled up during the final, wild minute of her pleasure.

“Yes, that’s just what you needed, isn’t it? A little reward for putting in so much hard work.”

With that you kiss her once on the back of her head. She turns around and collapses into your arms, limbs shaking and breathing in short, ragged gasps. You easily take her weight.

“Now then. I think it’s time we got you back to my place. Don’t you?”

“Yes,Connor,” she says in a delicate, little voice.