Tying her long red hair back into a high pony tail, she checked herself out in the mirror. She looked great: her breasts looked unreservedly massive under her clingy top and her lithe legs appeared endless under the tiny miniskirt which stopped halfway down her long toned thighs, only just below the lacy tops of her hold-ups. She wore green eye shadow and bright red lipstick that matched her elegantly painted nails. Without a doubt, knowing she looked marvellous made her feel poised and confident.
“You can do it, Claire,” she said to herself as she left to meet Justin.
Justin’s house wasn’t as outre as she’d been expecting. In fact it looked like a fairly standard modern home.
Justin himself was also a disappointment. He was of average height, in his forties and grossly overweight with several chins and a huge bulging belly hanging over his over-tight jeans. His eyes were beady and his ears protuberant. However he did have long unruly greying hair and a beautiful deep voice so maybe there was an air of the bohemian actor about him.
He seemed a little startled by her appearance as he carefully looked her up and down but, after a pause, invited her in and took her into his living room. She saw several photos on the mantelpiece of Justin with whom she presumed were his wife and teenage children.
“Welcome, my dear. I am Justin Maltravers-Fosteringhall, the artistic director of the Southbury Players, West Southbury’s premier amateur dramatic troupe,” he intoned sonorously as he held Claire’s hands in his.
“Oh, hello. I’m Claire,” she replied a little awed by his larger-than-life personality and physical stature. She did her best not wrinkle her nose at the sour rank smell of his body odour as she took off her coat to reveal her lovely tight body.
“I understand, Claire, that you are here to audition for a role in my insouciant little adaptation of the Bard’s finest romantic comedy?” he asked leaning in close to her to reveal both discoloured uneven teeth and remarkably foetid breath.
Claire didn’t really understand what he meant so nodded uncertainly and smiled back at him.
“And in what fine productions might I have seen you? I feel like I recognize you. Did you play Viola at the Vic last year? Or maybe Portia at the Globe? Or maybe I saw you table dancing at the Pink Pussy club last week?”
A little confused, Claire replied “Er. No. That wasn’t me. I haven’t really done much acting before. But I’m really willing to have a go.”
“Aha!” Justin shouted dramatically. “A novice, no less! Hmmm. I can see some potential in you,” he said as he walked around her examining her body carefully.
Claire jumped as he bellowed from behind her, “But I must warn you! Titania is the only female role I have left to cast and there is a lot of competition. You will have to audition supremely well to make it into my play! I have the very highest standards. How much do you want this part?” He continued to walk around her.
“Erm, well, lots. I mean I really really want to become an actress. I’m sure I can prove to you that I’d be a great Titanium,” she said with conviction.
“Good, good. It’s Titania, the Fairy Queen, by the way.”
“Oh, sorry, Tatiana,” Claire tried to correct herself. The Fairy Queen! It sounded like a big and glamorous part. She wondered if the costume would be pretty.
“Yes. Well, you certainly have the look of an actress. Beautiful. Even features. Outstanding figure. Pleasant voice too. But how do I know it’s not all a sham?” he challenged.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“I have been fooled by lovely young women before! How do I know that you aren’t trussed up in a corset under your admittedly skimpy clothing? How do I know those enormous and fine breasts are real? How do I know your perfect skin is as flawless under that tiny skirt? My interpretation of this play requires the actors to reveal their bodies uninhibitedly. I need to be sure that your body is as splendid as it appears and also that you are able to function effortlessly even when unclothed.”
Claire took a few moments to work out that he meant. Eventually she asked, “Do you want me to take my clothes off?”
“Why, yes,” he smiled. “That would seem to be an excellent idea. Go ahead. And remember! I am looking for a fey combination of innocence and wisdom coupled with great tits.”
Claire didn’t know what to do. On the face of it, Justin’s request seemed reasonable. She knew that actors sometimes did nude scenes and that a director might want to make sure that she was comfortable doing them, as well as making sure that her body was good enough. She was very confident on both concerns: she knew her body was awesome and she was very relaxed about being nude in front of others.
In fact that was the problem. Would Danny be happy for her to be naked in front of an audience?
Justin had sat down in an armchair with a big leering smile on his face as he rubbed his hands, waiting for her to disrobe.
Claire made up her mind. She would do it. She might not get the part anyway in which case Danny would never find out that she’d shown a stranger her lush naked body. And if she did get the role, she would persuade him that it was all right, using all the considerable assets at her disposal.
She pulled her jersey over her head, causing Justin to let out heartfelt moan as she revealed her gauzy black bra, clearly showing off her red nipples.
“Are you OK?” she asked concernedly.
He coughed. “Oh, I’m fine. That was just a vocal exercise I practise every now and again.”
“Oh. OK.” She slipped out of her skirt to reveal a tiny black thong and the tops of her hold-ups. Justin did his vocal exercise once more and crossed his legs.
Claire asked, “Er, can you see enough or do you want me to…?”
“Er, well feel free to leave the stockings and heels on but take the rest off please,” Justin rumbled deeply.
As she unclipped her bra, her breasts surged forward without any real sag. She pulled it off assuredly knowing that her boobs were possibly her best features, large and plump and creamy-skinned with high and relatively small red nipples.
Within seconds she had taken off her thong and stood hands on hips ready for Justin’s inspection.
“Is my body OK?” she asked,
Justin stood and walked around her awkwardly, carefully studying her beautiful figure.
“Are those breasts real? They seem too good to be true,” he said incredulously.
“Oh, yes, they’re perfectly natural. Have a feel, if you don’t believe me,” Claire said indignantly.
Justin licked his lips before reaching to cup her large tits. He lifted them one by one before beginning to caress them more forcefully.
“Hmmm, yes, they are amazingly firm yet they do seem nice and soft and very natural. Extraordinary. And your nipples are lovely too,” he said rolling them between thumb and forefinger.