"Just wait in here, honey. I've got to get your costume," the woman said as she smiled at Kathy.

Kathy started to look around the room casually as the wardrobe mistress walked out into the hall and up the stairs to the main prop room. This was a little girl's dream come true. She'd always wanted to be in the theatre, even if it was in a relatively small one. And here she was, about to launch herself into the world of make believe.

Her daydreaming was interrupted by the sounds of groaning coming from across the hall.

"Who's there?" Kathy asked as she walked up to the open door and looked up and down the hall.

"Uhhhh!"

Kathy shifted her eyes in the direction of the groans. There was a door partially opened about thirty feet from the wardrobe room.

"Ohhhh! Ahhhh!"

Kathy felt her heart start to pound wildly. She knew what kind of moans those were. She'd bucked enough in bed to know the sounds of a woman fucking. Kathy knew that whoever was in there had her right to privacy. She didn't want people peeking in through windows whenever she and Joe were slamming their groins together. But something new was happening to Kathy. This little bit of time in the theatre was freeing her mind, turning her from Kathy Murphy the housewife into Kathy Murphy the stage sex pot. She realized that it was ridiculous for her to feel like whoring it up just because she'd got a part in some little theatre. But the feeling was creeping over her.

Kathy walked out of the room, making sure that Helen, the wardrobe mistress, wasn't walking down the steps with her costume yet. She cautiously moved closer to the doorway, staying close to the wall. Gradually Kathy peeked around the door frame so she could see what was going on inside the room.