admin

?Hey look, they?ve got the audition schedule for the next Drama Society production,? said my friend Emma as we were walking past the Student Union Societies noticeboards. ?Why don?t you go for it this term??I bit my lip. I?d been going on about doing something with them for a while now, but always kept finding a reason not to. But maybe it was time to stop making excuses.?Maybe I will. What are they doing, anyway??Emma snorted. ?Well, it?s certainly not Shakespeare,? she said. ?Unless he wrote something called `The Persecution and Assassination of Jean-Paul Marat as Performed by the Inmates of the Asylum of Charenton Under the Direction of the Marquis de Sade`. Have you ever heard of it??I shook my head. ?Who?s it by???Heaven knows. I don?t even know how to pronounce his surname.?*I looked at the poster. It was some guy called Peter Weiss, but I couldn?t decide if that was ?Wice? like ?Janet? or ?Vice? like ?Squad.??Well that just sounds weird,? I said. ?I don?t really fancy that. I was hoping for something a bit more traditional.??Oh, come on Annie, it might be fun. Look, let?s go for a coffee and google it.?Which is what we did. It turned out to be a German play written in 1963, which had been famously performed the following year (in English) by the Royal Shakespeare Company, directed by Peter Brook and starring Glenda Jackson and Ian Richardson. Apparently, it caused quite a stir at the time and was even made into a film, but hadn?t been performed much since then. Its title was also more usually abbreviated to ?Marat/Sade?, which was a relief.To cut a long story short, Emma persuaded me to at least go along to the auditions.?You can always change your mind afterward,? she said sensibly.***I did a bit more research, and when I looked at the cast list, I saw that there was only one big female role, Charlotte Corday, but several smaller parts, including a random number of ?patients? who acted as a kind of chorus, commenting on the action, which I thought sounded quite fun. The director, Melissa, had decided to audition for all the female roles together, so I turned up on the allocated afternoon with lots of other students, a couple of whom I recognised from previous DramSoc productions I?d seen.We did various group activities to give Melissa a chance to pick out the most likely candidates for one of the named roles, and I was quite pleased when she picked me to read for her at a one-to-one session. I read through a couple of pieces with her, including one of Corday?s speeches from the play, and she seemed quite pleased. Even so, I was a bit shocked when she said I looked exactly right for Corday, and did I want to give it a go??I want someone fresh for the role,? she said, ?and you seemed to pick up the style of the piece really nicely in that reading. I?ve not seen you in anything before - is this your first DramSoc audition???Yes, though I did a bit of acting at school,? I admitted. ?I was Rosalind in ?As You Like It? in my last year. I?ve been meaning to get Mersin Escort back into it, and thought this play looked a bit different.??Well, it?s not Shakespeare, though some of it is in verse. But there is one thing about the part that you need to be relaxed about. Your character has some form of sleeping sickness, as well as depression, so when she?s not acting the role of Corday, she?s always falling asleep at the side of the stage. In de Sade?s play, she has a lover, called Monsieur Duperret, and the patient who plays him is in the asylum because he?s an erotomaniac. And when he?s not acting, he?s always fondling and groping all over you. So basically, you need to be happy to be groped in a fairly sexual way quite a lot of the time. Would that bother you at all??This was quite a lot to take in.?So, what you?re saying is, when I?m not being Charlotte Corday, I doze off at the back of the stage, and this other loony gropes at my tits???Yes, that?s about it,? said Melissa happily. ?Obviously, the whole play is a Marxist critique of society, so Duperret is intended to stand for the self-serving corruption of the Girondists, which is why he?s portrayed as a sexual opportunist. Corday is his innocent victim, betrayed and abused by the bourgeoisie.?This seemed pretty flimsy to me, but on the other hand, I knew I was lucky to get a chance at such a good role at my first shot, and I?d be stupid to turn it down. Besides, the guy groping me might be a hunk.?Okay, I guess if helps to bring about the Revolution, then it should be okay,? I said, hoping Melissa had a sense of humour.Fortunately, she laughed. ?That?s what Weiss intended, I suppose,? she said. ?And Glenda Jackson played her in the original RSC production. She obviously wouldn?t have let herself be groped unless it was artistically necessary.?I decided that what was good enough for the blessed Glenda would have to be good enough for me, too.***The next day, I got a text confirming that I?d got the part and calling me for a first read-through with the rest of the cast. Melissa began by giving us a short summary of how the play was structured.?It?s a play within a play really,? she explained. ?It?s set in 1808, when the Marquis de Sade ? yes, the famous one ? has been locked up in the asylum of Charenton, just outside Paris. That much is factually correct. According to Weiss, while he?s there he writes a play about the French Revolution and the death of Jean-Paul Marat and has it performed in the asylum, with all the parts played by other inmates. Having all the parts played by lunatics gives it that Brechtian aura of alienation, with de Sade standing outside it and commenting ironically on the action. He even gets whipped at one point, while giving a speech about revolution.??Sounds fun,? said a guy called Terry who was playing de Sade. ?Who gets to whip me, though???Charlotte,? said Melissa, pointing at me.?So, when I?m not getting groped, I get to whip people?? I said with a grin. Mersin Escort Bayan ?I think I?m going to enjoy this play.??Me too,? said Terry.But my main ?sexual partner? in the show was Phil, who was playing Monsieur Duperret, my personal groper. I was pleased to discover that he was tall, slim, and really rather good-looking, if a little nervous. Melissa had explained the idea behind his character, and he seemed happy enough. In fact, judging by the way he kept glancing at me I had a feeling he was rather looking forward to it. *?Can I just ask one question?? he said when we got to the first scene in the play where he had to grope me. ?How far do you actually want me to go with this? Do I just stroke Annie?s arms and thighs, or can I touch her breasts??The rest of the cast laughed, including me, and Phil blushed.?I need to know,? he said defensively. ?I don?t want to get accused of sexual assault.??Can I leave it up to you two to work it out between you?? said Melissa, slightly dodging the issue. ?Obviously, you probably shouldn?t actually undress her, but she?s catatonic, so she?s not going to be able to push you away. Ideally, it should look as if Duperret is going way too far, but obviously not so far as make Annie feel uncomfortable.??Let?s meet up afterward and talk it over,? I suggested to Phil. I was thinking that this could be a lot of fun, but I didn?t want to say so, in case everyone thought I was a bit of a slut.***After the read-through, I invited Phil back to my flat, which was only a ten-minute walk from the rehearsal studio. I made coffee, and we sat down to read through our scenes together. He still seemed a little nervous, so I decided I needed to take charge.*?I?m still not entirely sure I know what the play?s going on about,? I admitted, ?but I?m sure Melissa can explain as we go along. I think we just need to get this groping business sorted out. If we?re going to do this properly, I don?t want you wondering how far you can go before I slap you.??Okay, so how far is far enough???Well, I reckon if we?re going to make this look good, you need to go pretty far. I mean, just stroking my arms isn?t proper erotomaniac behaviour. I honestly don?t mind you touching me all over. You can go as far as you dare. I mean it. Let?s give it a go. I?ll pretend to be asleep, and you grope me.?I sat on the edge of the bed and shut my eyes. I felt Phil sit down next to me, and then his hands began to rub up and down my arms, then over my thighs. I sighed. It felt rather nice.Phil?s hands began to rub my tummy, then move upwards. I may have let out a little gasp because he paused.?So, breasts are really okay?? he asked.?Go for it,? I said, and I felt his hand slide over my boob and begin to knead it gently. His fingers touched my nipple, which instantly hardened.?This is weird,? he said with a nervous laugh.?I know, but don?t stop,? I replied. ?You need to imagine you?re an erotomaniac. You?re not bothered by social conventions.?Then Escort Mersin I had an idea. It was a bit extreme, but I reckoned it might just help us both get over the awkward situation.?I think we need to get over our inhibitions completely,? I said. ?Once we?ve done that, we can get on with acting our parts.? I casually took off my t-shirt, revealing my perky little breasts in a black lacy bra. Reaching behind me, I undid the clasp and slipped the straps down my arms, letting my little boobs free. I wriggled them saucily.?Come on, Monsieur Duperret,? I giggled. ?Get a load of these babies.??Wow, Annie, you?re serious, aren?t you?? said Phil. He reached out with both hands and gently fondled my little mounds. I couldn?t help letting out a little gasp of pleasure as his fingers brushed over my bare nipples. I felt them harden again, and the little dimples of my areolae tingled with arousal.This time Phil didn?t stop but continued to knead my boobs. ?Christ, you?re awesome,? he said and tweaked my nipples hard. Then he bent down and took one in his mouth, sucking it and rubbing it between his lips. I let out a little squeal of pleasure.?Oh babe, yes,? I gasped out. Now we?d got this far, I knew I wasn?t going to be satisfied with just breast play. I wanted him all.?Fuck, this is turning me on so much,? he whispered as he tongued my nipple.?Me too,? I said and reached down for his crotch. My hand brushed over a massive bulge in his trousers. Without saying anything else, I began to undo his belt.Phil did nothing to stop me, Instead, he stopped sucking my nipple and kissed me full on the lips. I opened my mouth, and he immediately slipped his tongue in and entwined it with mine. His hands were still roaming across my bare tits as we snogged, while I managed to drag his trousers far enough down to get his cock out.His erection was clasped in my hand, and I pumped it up and down, pulling down his foreskin to reveal his purple knob, already glistening with pre-cum.?You can fuck me in a minute, but first I?m going to suck it,? I told him.?Let me just get my trousers off then,? he said, dragging them down, along with his boxer shorts. I stripped too, and together we fell naked onto the bed. I put his cock in my mouth and sucked greedily on it, licking around the smooth knob and pressing the tip of my tongue against the hole. It tasted delicious, and I?d have been quite happy to suck it for as long as it took for him to shoot his load down my throat, but I had promised him a fuck.I let his cock slip out of my mouth and rolled onto my back. He lost no time in getting between my thighs, and I spread my legs wide, showing him my neatly shaved vulva. He took his cock in his hand, positioned it against my pussy lips, then slowly slid it between them into my sopping wet hole.?Oh, fuck yes,? I breathed, as he filled me right up, ?That?s so good.?He began to fuck me slowly, pushing his dick right in, then pulling it almost all the way out. He wasn?t nearly as inexperienced as I?d thought, gyrating his cock to make it rub all over inside me, stimulating my soft spongy vaginal passage. I was already moaning and gasping, writhing around on the bed, when he pulled out, pressed his sticky knob against my clitoris, and used it to stimulate my hard bud.