The Actress
Claire couldn’t believe that she’d lost three jobs in as many months.
She’d been very happy as a receptionist at a small hairdressing salon but when they had closed she was made redundant.
Then she’d had a short stint selling lingerie and sex products at parties but she’d been sacked when she was caught demonstrating some of the more interesting merchandise on a client’s husband, or rather not really the client’s husband; in any case it was someone’s husband and she hadn’t been very happy to find Claire naked in her living room with husband thrusting himself vigorously in and out of Claire’s admittedly tight and appealingly perfect arse or, as Claire saw it, trying out a new lubricant.
And then she’d made a brilliant start at a local independent school as a teaching assistant to Mr. Forsythe, the Biology teacher. She’d been popular with the staff and pupils and had really helped the older students with their practical anatomy. Until she’d blown it. Almost literally.
It had all gone wrong when she’d become very fond of one boy, Amir, a pupil of Indian origin who, although an eighteen year old in his final year of school, was one of the smaller students. She liked him because he was sweet and shy and smiled every time he saw her.
After she had taken part in a practical sex education session with him and the rest of his class, he had become even more devoted to her and when he’d asked for some private tuition on female anatomy, for no other reason than to help his studies of course, she’d found herself easily persuaded into agreeing to a few lessons with him.
She had stayed behind after school with him and allowed him to carefully scrutinize her body, permitting him to concentrate on those areas of the female body with which he was least familiar such as her enormous firm boobs, her tight juicy pink-lipped pussy and her peachy taut bottom. Unfortunately and, in retrospect perhaps unsurprisingly, Amir had had a regrettable reaction to the sight and indeed the feel of her lovely leggy body. Unable to think of how else to help him, Claire had relieved him at the end of each lesson, initially with her hands and breasts but then progressing to using her mouth. In fact the lessons had become perhaps a touch more relief-giving than actual teaching.
Claire had justified her behaviour by reminding herself that, despite appearances, she wasn’t actually sucking Amir off. All she was doing was providing a practical and caring service in her role as his teaching assistant. After all, as Amir had said, who knew what harm it would do for him to have an almost permanent erection as an unforeseeable consequence of what were, after all, important and essential lessons. She had felt it was almost her duty to make sure he went home without a painful hard-on and so had happily allowed him to fuck her mouth and squeeze her tits while she slurped enthusiastically on his cock.
However, when the headmaster had caught her frantically bobbing her head in Amir’s lap in the Biology lab one evening, he hadn’t been as accepting of her reasoning. In fact he had insisted she leave the school immediately. To add insult to injury, she’d had to be at her most persuasive to stop him telling anyone else why she was leaving her job.
She’d spent an evening in his study using her most creative influencing skills to keep him silent. When she pleaded that he not make public the reason for her dismissal he had, taking a long hungry look at her creamy cavernous cleavage, asked her what she would do in return for his keeping her secret. When she had replied that she would do absolutely anything he had released his erection and asked her show him exactly what she was doing to Amir. Over the course of the evening Claire had strenuously satisfied his every fantasy reasoning that, as this was a kind of payment in return for the gift of silence, it didn’t really count as sex.
In any case, her mouth, pussy and bottom had been sore for several days afterwards, so thoroughly had he abused them with his thick lengthy erection.
She’d also had to placate Mr. Forsythe, the Biology teacher with a final goodbye sperm-collection session which involved giving him what the ignorant might have considered a topless blowjob. Although he’d appeared devastated to lose Claire, he’d looked a little happier when she had promised to stay in touch by visiting him at home periodically, which would be easy enough as he was a neighbour.
In any case the most important thing was that her boyfriend, Danny, hadn’t found out what she’d been doing. He wouldn’t have really understood that some of the recent circumstances in which she had found herself weren’t actually in any way sexual, despite the fact that she had been repeatedly penetrated by several penises in all of her lovely moist orifices. In fact she considered herself, as a rule, very faithful to him and didn’t want to upset him so thought it best to avoid any such disclosure.
In many ways Danny had been pleased that she given up her job at the school, although she had had to lie about the reason, telling him that her lack of any knowledge of Biology as a subject had, in the end, proved too difficult to overcome.
Danny was, Claire felt, a little over-protective of her, continually worrying that she was going to be tricked and abused by virtually every man she ever met, based on a few unfortunate instances where her goodwill had been maybe slightly exploited.
For some reason he thought she was too gullible to be allowed to go to work so he’d not been too worried that she didn’t have a job but he did feel that she needed something to keep her out of mischief during the day.
So after a few days of boredom, when she had noticed that the local amateur dramatic group was auditioning for their avant-garde production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream, he’d been a little reluctant yet happy enough to support her application.
Claire had always fancied herself as an actress. She knew she was attractive with pale lightly freckled skin, deep green eyes, a generous willing mouth, rich auburn hair and a tall, slender yet generously curved figure. Her breasts were large, high and firm, her stomach toned and flat, her buttocks tight and shapely and her legs smooth and very very long.
She’s always been told she could sing well and she was without doubt an excellent dancer, fit and agile and sinuous in her movements on the dance floor. As for acting however, she’d never actually tried it but, frankly, it really didn’t look that difficult. How hard could talking loudly on a stage actually be?
Dreaming of the West End and Hollywood deals, Claire decided to call the number on the theatre company flyer to arrange an audition with the director, Justin.
She arranged to meet him that afternoon, knowing that she needed time to get her outfit exactly right. She had to present an image of assured urbanity whilst looking extremely and effortlessly hot. She settled for a stretchy white v-neck jersey, a tight dark grey miniskirt, flower patterned black hold-up stockings and high black stiletto heels with elaborate strapping over the ankles all under a knee length sage green lightweight raincoat.