What do I have to do to get a part? - Sex Stories

What do I have to do to get a part?

... secret in the acting profession." "Really?" "Of course really. You have to trust your director, Maddie and besides I'm a teacher - would I lie to you? "I suppose not," she muttered, still unsure about taking the offered joint from his hand. "Just try a puff or two and if it doesn't settle your nerves enough to be able to play the part of Titania, I will just have to select someone else for the part,” he admitted. Maddie could see the fairness in what he was saying. Not thinking of any other consequences, the nervous youngster took the smoldering joint from him and stared at it hesitantly before raising it to her pretty lips. She took her first tentative draw on the joint. The smoke burned her throat and she coughed painfully as the drug made its way into her lungs. "Not so fast. You've never done this before," said Dr. Johnson in a gentle voice. "Just take a tiny little puff until you're used to it." The naïve youngster tried it again, sucking a small amount of the smoke into her lungs and holding it there for a moment as her teacher instructed her. This time it went down a lot more smoothly and she began to feel the first soothing effects of the drug. She was pulling in her third drag of smoke into her lungs when Dr. Johnson said: "I still want to see you dance," said her teacher with a smug smile. "You want me to dance? Now?" "Of course. The fairies dance a lot in this play and the queen always leads the dancing." Maddie stood unsteadily and her teacher reached out a ...

... hand to steady her. His large hairy hand remained, holding her upper arm even after she had regained her balance. "Are you sure you can dance?" he asked. "I'm a bit wobbly," confessed the youngster. "I'm sorry." "That's okay; we can leave the dancing for another time - perhaps when we have your costume ready." "A costume? I get a costume too?" asked the excited girl, unconsciously taking another puff on the joint. "Of course you do - we'll have to get it made to your size of course and that might take a day or two." "Made just for me? I feel like a star already," gushed the youngster, feeling slightly dazed from the effect of the weed. "You are a star. That's why I want you so much for the role - you're just so perfect for it." The drug and the cunning teacher's hypnotic voice flattering and feeding her self-esteem were having the effect of exciting the naïve little girl as well as mellowing her fears about the role. She was trying so hard to treat this seriously but for reasons she didn't understand, nothing seemed to be very serious or important at the moment. She was suddenly confident that whatever difficulties there might be, she would be able to make it work. She was certain that there was nothing she couldn't do to make things right. "The only problem I am having is your shyness and inability to relax enough to love a man with a donkey's head," said Dr. Johnson shaking his head sadly. Dr. Johnson put a comforting arm round the young girl's shoulder and pulled her gently ...