Theatre Hijinks

You park your car and head towards the backstage door to get into the moderately sized local theatre. You punch in the code, and step up the stairs towards the dressing room, your brain swimming around with the thought of the show coming up soon. Tonight's only the dress rehearsal, but you're here early to make sure all your stuff is ready. You've learnt from experience not to piss off your director Claire. Claire may be a smoking hot MILF, with long flowing dark hair and a slender figure to match, but she takes this all very seriously and you respect that.

As you head down the corridor to the dressing room, you bump into Nancy, your stage manager. "Hey Joe! You're here early." she comments, giving you a playful bump on the arm. "Well don't want to make Claire anymore stressed, do I?" Nancy laughs. "You're so sweet, but it won't really do anything. It's tech week, she'll be mad whatever."

Nancy is shorter and quite curvy, with lovely tanned skin complimenting her black frizzy hair. You've worked with her a few times, and have always loved her playful and feisty attitude - acquired through much more experiences with theatre than you have had. She turns to you and tells you that if you need her she'll be up in the wings before the show starts.

"Come and find me if you'd like, I could use the company." She winks at you. You carry on to the dressing rooms and dump your stuff on a table in there. Looks like you're first to arrive of the guys, but you wonder if any of your female costars have turned up yet.