Claire waited patiently as Justin thoroughly confirmed that her breasts were indeed real before turning his attention to her peachy bottom.
He squeezed her arse vigorously and methodically. It was obviously to his satisfaction as he nodded before turning his attention back to her breasts.
“I just want to see what they look like aroused,” he said before leaning down unexpectedly to suck on her right nipple.
Claire, although surprised, uncomplainingly held his head to her bosom as he licked and sucked first one and then the other nipple.
He stood back before fondling them once more, her hard nipples rubbing against his podgy palms.
“Yes, without a doubt you have fabulous boobs and a lovely tight bottom. Your skin is unblemished and smooth. Your legs are long and faultless. You’re a beautiful young woman. I just need to check your vagina.”
At first, Claire wasn’t sure she’d heard him properly. “You want to see my pussy?” she asked for clarification.
“Oh, yes. It’s the only part of you I haven’t yet approved. I need to make sure that any part of you that might be exposed to the audience is up to standard,” he said. “Lie back on the couch and spread your legs.”
Claire paused but sat on the coach and drew her legs up and apart so he could have a good look at her cunt, displaying a tidy strip of red pubic hair and long pink moist lips. Justin knelt down heavily in front of her.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” he murmured before sliding a finger down her pussy and back up again to rub her clit gently. Claire suddenly felt a little warm and flushed but let him continue as he slid a finger into her.
It was only when he bent closer and licked her up and down before sucking her clit that she said, “Are you sure you need to do that?” she asked unsteadily.
“Hmmm,” Justin moaned. “Oh, yes, I just wanted to make sure you’re thoroughly aroused to ensure there was no significant change in appearance. I’m happy to confirm that it’s just as beautiful.”
“Oh, thanks,” Claire said as he sat back into his armchair with his legs crossed awkwardly.
“So my body’s good enough then?” she asked.
“Oh, yes. I think we can safely say that,” Justin replied with a huge sigh.
“Oh, great,” Claire said brightly, reaching for her clothes.
Justin sat up. “Er, before you do that. I need to tell you about my adaptation of A Midsummer Night’s Dream. Please sit down.”
Claire sat on the couch, still nude, interested in what he had to say.
“I assume you’re familiar with the play?” he asked.
Claire decided to lie. “Oh, yes.”
“Well then you’ll know that it’s a romantic comedy with multiple subplots and a bawdy undertone. My research has shown that when it was originally written by Shakespeare, the play was actually significantly more lascivious and explicit. It was bowdlerized in the puritan times of the mid-17th century. I wish to revive the original ambience in my production with some previously unperformed scenes. I want the audience to go away shocked and excited and aroused!”
“Really? How wonderful!” Claire commented enthused by his passion.
“Why don’t we try a quick reading? Here,” he said passing her a script, “just read these lines for me. Titania has just woken after being enchanted to fall in love with whomever she first sees. This is what she says to her new love.”
Eager to please, Claire stood with her legs apart and bare chest thrust out and, holding the script in her left hand, allowed her other arm to wave dramatically as she spoke.
“Um. Right. I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again: mine ear is much enam-enam-enamour’d of thy note; so is mine eye enthralled to thy shape: and thy fair virtue’s force perforce doth move me on the first view to say, to swear, I love thee.” She’d stumbled over some of the words but on the whole she thought she’d done a good job.
Justin looked stunned as he stared at her chest.
“What did you think?” she asked.
“Oh, yes, very good,” he said smoothly. “Hmm, yes, I can see you have definite potential. But let’s leave the script for now. I want you to improvise now as the scene progresses. Do you think you can do that?”
Claire thought that this meant that he just wanted her to make it up as she went along which sounded easy enough. “Oh, yes. Of course!”
“Good, because all good thespians are able to extemporize when required to do so.”
“Er, I’m not one of those. I like men,” Claire replied uncertainly, confused by his convoluted method of discourse.
“Right. Of course. Anyway. The next scene is crucial to the plot. Titania is completely enamoured of Bottom. She falls to her knees in front of him and fellates him with gusto. Let’s try that, shall we?”
Claire was even more perplexed. “Do you mean that you want me to um, er…?”
“Yes, that’s right, she gives him a blowjob.”
“And you want me to improvise by pretending to give you one now?” she asked.
“Oh no, my dear! As any professional knows virtually all sex scenes that one sees on stage and on film are completely authentic, that is actual full penetrative sex! Realism is all important. It must look like as if the protagonists are truly engaging in proper full-on shagging. We only act as if it is feigned to avoid giving offence. I assume you want to be a professional one day, my dear?”
“Well, yes, I suppose. I didn’t realise it was all real; I honestly thought they were just pretending. But I just want to check: do you definitely need me to really suck your actual cock?”
“Of course. How else can we proceed?” Justin said huffily. “In method acting, the method is all important,” he added cryptically.
Claire thought about what Danny would say. She just couldn’t do it even though the thought of putting Justin’s penis in her mouth didn’t really bother her that much despite him being so obese, ugly and smelly.