"Damn!" Kathy muttered, pulling her fingers out of her cunt with a barely audible squishing sound. She was running back to the wardrobe room when she remembered that the door to the other room was still open. The brunette was howling and whoever was coming down the steps would hear her. Kathy knew that she didn't owe that woman any favors. Still, she could imagine the shock and horror that would go around the theatre if anyone saw what was happening in that tiny room. Carefully and quietly, Kathy crept back to the doorway and pulled the door shut. The brunette was howling and bucking too much to notice the roof falling in, let alone the door closing.

Kathy slipped into the wardrobe room just in time. It was Bob Decker, the producer.

"Well, I see Helen hasn't gotten back," Bob said, smiling at Kathy as he closed the door behind him.

"No. She said something about getting my costume," Kathy said off-handedly, trying to fight down the rising passion that had almost brought her off in the hall. She wondered if Bob could smell the vaporizing pussy juice that filled her nose and, she was afraid, that was beginning to fill the room.

"Oh, she'll be gone for a little while," Bob said, winking slyly at her.

Suddenly Kathy realized what was happening. The wardrobe mistress didn't have to go anywhere to get her costume – that was probably right here in the room. Bob Decker had probably told her to get lost for a while until he'd…

"Well, maybe I should go over my lines again," Kathy said nervously, brushing back her hair as she started for the door.

"No need for that," Bob said huskily, reaching behind him as he flipped the lock shut on the door. "We could go over the lines together later. Right now, let's just see how good you are at impromptu acting," he said, staring hotly into her eyes.

"I-I don't understand," Kathy said, backing slightly way from him as she shifted her eyes down to his crotch. She saw a long, thick, hard bulge throbbing at his crotch. Kathy realized now what Bob Decker wanted. And she wasn't so sure if she didn't want the same thing.