The Play -Complete

I didn’t get much sleep and woke at 6 a.m. in a panic. I had a dream where I was on top of Alan and instead of being covered by a sheet; we were completely naked in front of an audience who seemed closer than they should have been. At one point, Gavin was talking in my ear ‘Lower, Carrie, Lower…’ and Alan kept whispering ‘magnificent breasts….’ … I woke in a cold sweat and had to splash water on my face.

I made myself a cup of strong black coffee and chose my clothes for the rehearsal. I decided to keep it simple, black jogging pants and a white T-shirt, plain white underwear and after a shower, I put on plenty of deodorant and a spray of my favourite perfume. If I was going to be in close proximity to a man, I wanted to at least know I smelled good.

By 9.30 a.m. I was walking through the stage door and saw Alan at the end of the long hallway. He waved at me and waited while I walked up to him.



‘Hiya, how are you?’ He smiled at me warmly and to my surprise, pulled me to him in a friendly hug.



He whispered in my ear ‘Don’t be too nervous, it will be fine, I promise.’ I sighed and as I pulled away he smiled at me again. ‘Tea?’



I nodded. He was really very nice and must have known I would be dreading today. In my head I knew that once we had rehearsed it a couple of times, I would relax and not think about it. But to strip in front of my fellow cast members and know they would be watching Alan fondle me, it was very un-nerving.



I walked onto the stage. The bed was there in the centre, with two pillows and two plain white sheets, one on the base and one to cover the lower parts of our bodies. The only other person there was Gavin and I walked over to him.



‘Hi Gavin, how’s it going?’ I asked, trying to keep my voice from trembling too much.



When I took the part I thought nothing of it, but I had underestimated the effect Alan would have on me. In fact, I had just thought of him as an older actor, nothing to get too excited about. It was a little different now though. I forced myself to be rational, after all we were both adults and acting was our chosen line of work. It wasn’t as if it was my first sex scene either.



‘Oh hi, Carrie…great you’re here, we can get started…’ Gavin peered up at me and pushed his hair back behind his ears. He was an odd man, his salt and pepper hair was shorter at the back than the front and parted in the middle, he wore square, dark rimmed glasses, which were thick like milk bottles. It was hard to determine his age, but he generally wore corduroy trousers and a baggy, brown shirt at least three sizes too big for him. He had directed a lot of stuff before and I knew he was a ‘name’ in theatre circles.



‘Where’s everyone else?’ I asked, looking around.



‘Alan’s around somewhere…I gave everyone else the day off. I thought you would prefer a bit of privacy the first time round.’ He smiled at me and blinked a little as Alan walked up to me with a mug of tea in each hand. He handed me mine and gave the other to Gavin.



‘That was kind of you, Gavin!’ I answered in surprise. That would certainly make life easier. ‘Thanks for the tea…’ I nodded at Alan.



He grinned, before sitting on the edge of the bed. He bounced on it a couple of times and looked at Gavin. ‘It’s not very bouncy, Gavin…’ He said in a serious voice but his eyes were full of mischief and I laughed out loud.



‘Trying to make me feel better, are you?’ I laughed at him.

‘Well, if I’m going to shag, I like a nice, soft, bouncy bed…as a rule…’ He kept his voice serious, his eyes never leaving mine and I knew he was winding me up. Well, two can play that game, I thought to myself.



I stared at him and put my tea down quickly before walking over and sitting next to him on the bed. I took off my boots and swung my legs up until I was lying flat on the bed and bounced up and down a little, before sitting up and looking at him.



‘You know, I like it …what’s the word…firm.’ I stared at him but was finding it difficult to keep a straight face ‘It’s always a better fuck if the other person can’t move about too much, don’t you think?’



He turned to face me and smiled a little. ‘You know Carrie, you may be right… maybe harder…sorry, firmer, is better…’



He raised his eyebrow and I collapsed in a fit of giggles onto the bed, grabbing a pillow and hitting him with it. I couldn’t keep up the pretence and we both laughed hysterically, having a mock pillow fight until Gavin coughed and interrupted us.



‘Right, well… I can see you two have bonded, then. That helps a lot…’ He drifted off and looked down at his notes. ‘We’ll start, I think…. No need to strip off yet, lets get the positioning right first…the lines, the timing…then if we get chance today, we’ll try a dress rehearsal…’ He walked over to the side of the stage to speak to the Props guy, leaving Alan and I alone on the bed.



Alan leaned over to me ‘He meant undress rehearsal, I think…’



I nodded sagely ‘Yes, he did…’ I smiled and he smiled back and I felt my stomach summersault. Oh my god….



Alan looked away quickly and I stood up to drink my tea, avoiding his gaze.



Gavin walked back and looked at his notes again.



‘Right. Alan, on the bed, please, two pillows under your head, the audience need to see your face. And Carrie, once Alan is in position, I need you to,..em… straddle him. But don’t sit on him, keep your arse in the air….’



He grinned a little and I giggled as I caught Alan’s eye – he had rolled his eyes to the ceiling at Gavin’s slow, deliberate speech and made a ‘get on with it’ motion with his hands.



Alan lay on the bed and I walked over, put a knee on the side of the bed and threw my other leg over his waist, one arm each side of his head. My long hair fell over my face and I reached up to push it back, so it would sit behind my ear and hang down my back. I looked down at Alan and he grinned up at me.



‘Hello…’ He drawled at me.



‘Ha ha…’ I laughed back at him ‘Behave yourself and think of England!’



He laughed and looked over at Gavin. ‘We’re ready, Gavin…’ he called to him. Gavin looked up and walked over to the bed.



‘Right, well, first of all Carrie you’re too far up, shuffle down a bit otherwise you will be making love to Alan’s stomach. Once you’re in the right place, I will put the sheet up, it’s got to stay put and we need to know the right positioning for it.’



I shuffled down the bed, carefully keeping my body raised upwards so there was no contact. It was difficult. I could feel heat rising from Alan as he lay underneath me and I knew what Gavin’s next instructions would be. I could feel my mouth starting to dry up. Gavin lifted the sheet and tucked it into the top of my jogging bottoms away from the auditorium, then walked around and pulled it so it covered the front of the bed base and us. Once the scene was lit, there would be a light behind the bed, highlighting our silhouettes and giving the impression that real sex was taking place.



‘Right, OK. When the curtain comes up I need there to be something between you that is more than just client and prostitute. This is more than just sex for Edward; he thinks he loves this girl, Ok? So, suggestions?’ He looked at us.



‘We could kiss?’ I suggested, looking at Gavin and avoiding Alan’s gaze.



‘Yes, good idea…although we need something subtle, too.’ Gavin chewed on the end of his pencil in thought.



‘I know what we can do…’ Alan spoke and I jumped a little, his voice sounded so close. I looked at him and he smiled at me. ‘Put your hair over your face like you did before, when you first climbed up…’



I nodded and shook my hair loose again. My face was obscured from the audience. Alan gestured to Gavin to give us our cue.



‘Ok, when you’re ready…’ He said, stepping back a little to view from a distance.



Alan reached his hand up and gently lifted my hair from my face in a tender gesture, hooking it behind my ear and neck. With the same hand, he put his fingers through my hair and pulled me down to his face and kissed me gently on the lips. Instinctively I kissed him back before we pulled away. I had my eyes closed…it was perfect and I knew, in the pit of my stomach, I wasn’t acting.



‘Yes, very, very good, guys!’ Gavin sounded pleased and I opened my eyes to find Alan staring at me intently. ‘Right, the sex bit… happy to go on?’ He asked.



Alan and I hadn’t broken eye contact and we both nodded, neither of us smiling now. Suddenly this had become something else.



‘Ok, we’ll start with the hair thing, the kiss and then, Alan…. Take her left breast in your hand and massage it a little. Carrie, respond as you think the prostitute would, you know, its her work. She might get a kick out of it now and again but this is just a job. False enjoyment for the client but not real pleasure for her, that sort of thing…. and move your arse about, like you’re shagging him, OK?’



I glanced at Gavin and nodded before shaking my hair back around my face.



‘Are you ready for this?’ Alan looked into my face and seemed concerned.



‘Sure… ‘ I smiled a small smile. My heart was pounding loudly in my ears.



‘OK, go guys…’ Gavin called.



Again, Alan reached up and moved my hair, put his fingers through and kissed me lightly. I kissed him back and as I did so I felt him move his hand. Before I knew it, he was cupping my left breast and moving his fingers slowly over the fabric of my T-Shirt.



I pulled away and gasped, a bolt of electricity had shot through me at his touch. Remembering my direction I tried to hide the gasp in false noises of pleasure as I began to move my buttocks up and down slowly, moaning and gasping, throwing my head back as if in throes of passion.



‘Ok, hold it there a moment….’ I stopped moving immediately and looked straight at Gavin, as Alan took his hand away from my breast.



‘That was good, guys…quite hot actually, the audience will love it once it’s polished up a bit. Carrie, you look as if you’re riding a horse, love.’ Gavin laughed at his own joke, ‘We will need to look at that…let me take the sheet away a minute.’



We waited, not looking at each other. I knew Alan must have heard me gasp and I really didn’t want to catch his eye.



‘Right, just move about, Carrie, let’s see what you’re doing with your arse…’ Gavin stood to the side of the bed as I closed my eyes and started to move my buttocks up and down again. There was certainly nothing sexy about being watched by Gavin and I laughed a little. Alan laughed too and it broke the tension, our eyes met and he winked at me.



‘Right, yes. I see. em. I think, if you’re both ok with this, and please say if you’re not… there may need to be contact, perhaps just the tops of your legs touching. What’s your thinking on that?’ Gavin looked at us, his eyes like pin pricks behind his glasses.



‘I have no objection, if Carrie is OK with it…’ Alan spoke at Gavin and then looked at me, his eyes a little unsure.



‘Well… OK, if you think it will look better, Gavin. I’m cool with it’ I lied.



I am so not fucking cool with it. I will only be wearing knickers. They will probably be wet. And it will be fucking obvious.



‘Right. Just sit with your legs on Alan’s thighs there and try moving a bit…’



‘I sat down slowly and adjusted myself back to sit on Alan’s thighs.



‘Good job I’m not heavy…’I grinned at him.



‘Want a bet?’ He grimaced and I poked his stomach.



‘Cheek!’ I laughed.



‘Ok guys, lets get on shall we, I’m starving and it’s nearly lunchtime…Carrie, the movement, please.’



I started to lift my buttocks up and down slowly…it was certainly more comfortable than trying to do it with my bum in the air and I threw my head back as I moved, imagining how the scene may look.



‘Speed up a bit, Carrie…’



I complied with Gavin’s direction and moved faster.



‘Alan, can you reach her breasts from there?



Alan reached up both of his hands and tried to reach my breasts as I moved on top of him. He couldn’t reach.



‘Ahh, yes… right. Stop then. We’ll have to have a rethink. Let’s have a break, half an hour, grab a bite then we’ll try again, OK? Thanks, guys.’ Gavin walked off the stage with a small wave.



I quickly climbed off the bed and Alan stayed lying there for a moment before sitting up and throwing his legs over the side. I grabbed my boots and pulled them on, sitting on the side of the bed. I felt Alan move over to my side of the bed and he put a hand on my shoulder.



‘We need to talk, I think. Before Gavin gets back.’ He looked at me, his eyes warm but intent. I knew exactly what he meant and nodded.



‘Where?’ I was staring into his eyes as he stared at me.



‘Well, there is no one here but better safe than sorry. Dressing room two. Five minutes…’ Alan leapt off the bed and walked towards the back stage area.



I paused and watched him leave, my stomach doing back flips. I had seen his erection through his jeans as he walked away.