Center Stage

They ran to the stage, now empty, and began dancing a frenzied waltz under the blinding lights. Marie felt drunk with happiness. She was in Brent Spiner's arms, whirling and twirling around the stage like she'd always dreamed of doing.
"I just wish we had an audience," she said.
"One day we will, I promise. Now, you be my audience - this performance is just for you. Go sit in the front row," said Brent.
Marie did. She pulled the front of her dress down as far as she could so Brent could look down it. When she saw him looking, she gave a little shake.
"Oh, I like that..." he said.
He started dancing. Marie recognized it as the choreography from 1776. Then he started unbuttoning his shirt, slowly, one button at a time. He'd never appeared shirtless on film or TV... She stared at him as he pulled off the shirt and let it flutter to the ground. He looked amazing -
"Oh my..."
Brent started dancing again. He was so limber and graceful. Marie already knew that, but she'd never seen him like this. He dashed behind one of the curtains and looked out at her seductively with that dashing Clark Gable smile of his. Then he wound the curtain around himself and took off his pants, throwing them into the empty audience. Marie couldn't see anything through the curtain.
Damn.
Brent was such a tease... He really was a naughty little Jewboy.
He looked out at her, winked, and held the curtain out in front of him before lowering it to his waistline.
Come on, just a little lower...
Apparently he saw Marie looking irritated.
"What? You've already seen it," he said.
"Not on stage," said Marie.
Brent sighed. He stuck out one of his perfectly muscled legs, then twisted around in an elegant pirouette before dropping the curtain.
Turn around dammit!
But he didn't. Which Marie was actually okay with, since she had a great view of his ass. It was just begging her to grab it like before, or maybe even spank it...
"OH MY!"
Brent looked at her, still not turning around.
"I guess you like that..." he said.
Marie nodded vigorously. That was an understatement. She wanted to jump up there and rape him - he was being so difficult. Naughty...
Brent finally turned around.
"OH BRENT!"
He was perfect, but Marie already knew that. Still... He was built like the finest Greek statue; his body belonged in an art gallery. Every feature was perfectly chisled, and all those Hollywood superstars had nothing on him. Perfection like that should be illegal...
Brent started singing, and Marie started gasping. Brent Spiner was naked and singing to her, only her and no one else. It was like a dream.
"Will the lovely lady in the first row please come up here?" he suddenly asked.
Marie jumped up and practically threw herself onto the stage. Brent took her head into one of his hands and shoved it down. Marie was on her knees in front of him. She put one hand on each of his thighs and started sucking viciously. She could hear Brent's moans. He started thrusting his hips. Marie moved her hands around to his ass and grabbed it. She momentarily worried that she might bruise him, but he didn't seem to care, so she quickly dismissed the thought and put all her concentration on his penis. She was almost too happy to breathe when he finally came... She had made him do that... Then she realized that she had all of her clothes on.
"Brent, take off my clothes or I'll spank you," she said.
Brent was still breathing hard. He laughed.
"And what if I want you to spank me?" he asked.
"Do it anyway!"
Brent reached around to Marie's back and unzipped her dress. It fell to the floor, revealing her corset and garter belt. He turned her around and kissed the back of her neck. His every touch was electrifying to her. He put his hands all the way around her waist.
"Bend over," he told her.
She knew what he was going to do, so she gladly bent over. Marie screamed in passion as he thrust himself into her ass.
"Brent... Brent... Oh my... Don't... Don't stop..."
He slid his hands up from her waist to her breasts and started fondling her. She straighted back up and rested her head against his shoulder.
"I need to figure out how to get this corset off you," said Brent softly.
He loosened the laces and undid the front busk, then dropped the corset to the ground. Marie had on nothing but thigh-high stockings and stilettos. Brent turned her around to face him.
"You are so beautiful," he said.
They kissed. Her hands were in his hair, and she could feel his erect penis knocking against her protruding hipbones. She wrapped her legs around his trim waist, and he fell backwards - Marie liked being on top. Brent didn't seem to mind. At the moment he was kissing her. First her lips, then her neck... Lower and lower until he came to her breasts. He sucked one nipple, then the other, flicking his tongue back and forth over it. So precise, just like his acting...
"Brent, don't stop, please..."
He looked up at her.
"Don't worry. I won't."
Brent moaned as she massaged his penis, trying to guide it into her. When she succeded, he threw back his head and screamed.
"MARIE!"
"YES, YOU NAUGHTY JEWBOY! YOU LOVE ME! YOU REALLY DO LOVE ME! YOU'RE ALL MINE NOW!!!!!"
She ran her fingers over every inch of him, feeling what she had longed to feel for years. Brent bucked his hips wildly, like when he did his latin dances. Shakira had nothing on him...Then suddenly -"BRENT JAY SPINER! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?"
It was his wife.
"Rehearsing," said Brent, still inside her.
"I've seen you in this play and I don't believe... this... scene... is part of it," said his wife.
Brent got off of Marie and stood, completely naked. Marie just sat there. She was an actress - she had no modesty. Apparently neither did Brent.
"Sovereignty is when a nation is sovereign," said Brent.
What the hell? Retarded Bush quotes?
"And I'm sovereign - I'm my own man. I make my own decisions, and I'm deciding to be with Marie."
Marie jumped up.
"YES!!!!"
She threw her arms around Brent and kissed him while his wife looked at them in disbelief.
"I don't freakin' believe this. You bitch," she said calmly as she left the theatre and Brent's life forever.
"You're mine, all mine," said Marie.
"Every inch of me, till death do us part. Then you can buy a bunch of batteries," said Brent.