Casting for Alice and Germaines Exposure
written by:
LadyGrey

Two for the price of one this week, two short Stories about life in the theatre, in the first one an aspiring young actress desperate to get her first part agrees to bare all for her art.

Scene 1

A Casting for Alice by Lady Grey

I guess I was a little naive at my first professional casting session. I had been out of work for a couple of months and I was getting desperate. I actually pleaded with Ray, my agent, to give me an opportunity to do something, anything at all.

He looked at me over his large desk. "How do you feel about appearing naked on stage?" he asked.

I looked at him. "What is it?" I asked.

"It's a fringe theatre production of Alice in Wonderland."

"And I have to appear naked?" I queried.

He nodded. "It's one of those Jake Western things. There's always nakedness in them. It's his trademark."

I remembered the name. I had seen some of the write-ups in ‘Stage'. He went out to shock.

"Is that all you can offer me?" I asked.

"It is at the moment. Things are slow, but if you get the part it's a step on the ladder."

I thought about it for the moment, and then decided that I did not have any option. "Okay, where is the casting session?"

He looked at the card in front of him. "The Warehouse just off 25th street."

The following afternoon found the location and followed the instructions from the door man and found myself on a large open stage. Two guys were stood chatting with two small guys. I guess they were dwarfs. They were dressed up in green, tight fitting costumes. They wore fur bonnets around there heads with long ears that made them look like rabbits. One of the two men turned as I came in. "You the one who's here for the casting?"

I nodded. "Yes, Ray sent me."

"You have not done anything like this before?" he said looking at a clip board he was holding.

Again I nodded.

"You okay about the nakedness?"

I shrugged. "Yes, I guess so, if that's what the script demands."

"Okay," he said, "but we need to see how you handle the nakedness, if that's okay with you. Some say they can do it, but chicken out." What could I do but agree? I was here now and I needed the work.

"Go over there," he said as he pointed to a door, "and see Marie in costume. Tell her you're doing Alice in the woodland scene."

Marie smiled when I told her. "I guessed they'd pick that one," she said with a smile. "You ever done anything like this before?"

I shook my head. "Poor you," she said sympathetically

I smiled and wondered just what I had let myself in for.

"Okay, you will have to take all your clothes off."

I looked at her. "All of them?"

She nodded. "I'm afraid so."

Slightly nervous, I began to undress. When at last I was naked, she looked me up and down. "Well, I guess if you want the part you will get it with a figure like yours. I would say you're just what Jake is looking for."

She then selected a large white piece of material and wrapped it around me, knotting it just above my breasts. She looked at me. "There, that's it!" she said.

I glanced at myself in the large mirror on the wall. The material hung around me loosely. Where it was tied across my breasts, the outline of my nipples was clearly defined. But the more slightly worrying problem was it tended to gape open displaying everything from the waist down. I pulled it together, but I still felt a little self conscious as I made my way back to the stage area. I had to hold the front of the material together to stop it opening up as I walked. Once on the stage, I was very self conscious that I was completely naked under the thin covering.

The guy who I now recognized as Jake smiled at me. I felt conscious of him staring at my nipples. "You look great," he said. Then he went on to tell me about the scene. Alice had been asleep in bed and her dream things had suddenly come alive. It was the part where Alice had just followed the white rabbit down the rabbit hole and into the mystical kingdom where she was captured by the forest animals.

He pointed in the direction of the two dwarfs. "That's just two of them today in the real production we will be using several more." The two small guys smiled and nodded in my direction.

"They have never seen a human close up before and they overpower you and tie you down to a toad stool and examine you. As I said in the real production there will be more animals around, but these two will do for now; it will give you the idea."

"Can I have the toad stool on stage?" he yelled. From the back stage two guys came out dragging a large toad stool which they placed centre stage and secured it down. Then they went over and sat on a box at the front of the stage and lit up a cigarette.

"Okay, you come on from stage left," Jake said. "Walk on, look around. Make out you don't know where you are. When the small guys come out and capture you, put up some token resistance, but in the end just go with them. I will instruct you from there."

I walked off to stage left still nervously attempting to pull my meager covering around me.

"Okay, let's do it," I heard him call. I walked onto the stage looking around in bewilderment. I felt my brief outfit gape open as I turned; I pulled it together. "Leave the outfit alone," Jake called. I suddenly felt very vulnerable. But I knew I had to go on. When the dwarfs appeared and grabbed me, it was even worse. Jake had told me to struggle with them. In doing this I quickly realised I was giving the guys out front quite a show. I suddenly began to feel hot and more than a little embarrassed.

Then things got even worse. When they dragged me over to the toad stool, they first sat me on it and then pulled me down backwards onto my back. I gasped and tried desperately to hold my legs together as I immediately felt my brief covering fall completely open. It was only held together by the knot above my breasts. As I lay there, I felt humiliated and ashamed. I knew I was displaying every intimate detail of my bare pussy to everyone. My heart was thumping; I was feeling hot all over; I felt I could have died right there on the spot.

The dwarfs then secured my wrists, and when they had done this, they started poking me and laughing at one another, making small mewing sounds. They poked their fingers stubby fingers into my breasts, and to my acute embarrassment, one of them came and stood between my open legs. He bent down and closely examined at my pussy, scratching his head in a somewhat bemused fashion. I jumped when he ran his hand over my well trimmed bush.

The other one who had been poking at my breasts now wanted to see more. He pulled at the knot and to my horror he slowly eased it undone. Now with nothing to secure it the material fell away completely, and I was revealed totally naked. I became even more embarrassed when the dwarf who had removed my covering began to pull on my nipples which were by this time standing erect.

"Okay, that will do," Jake's voice called out. He walked across the stage and looked down at me. I felt myself blushing to my roots as he stared down at my naked body spread eagle before him. "You did that very well for a first timer," he said, "but I'd like to see it again, and next time." he said, turning to the dwarfs, "I need you guys to be a little more intimate with her. That's what the audience will expect to see."

I almost fainted.

And in scene A tale of eroticism and nudity as unhappily married Germaine lives out her greatest fantasy to appear naked in public..

Scene 2

Germaine's exposure. by Lady Grey

Germaine had read the script. It was a little risqué, especially the part of Joan herself, but she wanted the part. It was a part she had always fantasized about ever since she had joined the small private theatre company. It had all started when she had been taken to see a show there by Malcolm, her husband. Not one he would have chosen, but his company had sponsored the production. He was there as the company representative on opening night.

The play was about misuse of the power of the Catholic Church during the middle ages. In one particular scene, a young girl was brought before the Cardinals. She was dressed in a simple white shift which contrasted dramatically with the rich red opulence of the Cardinal's robes.

To Germaine's astonishment the girls shift was ripped from her body and she was left standing before the Cardinal's totally naked. There had been a gasp from the audience as the girls shift was cruelly ripped from her body, and now as she stood there naked, Germaine felt a wonderful warm feeling spread through her body. It was at that precise moment that she knew that this was what she wanted to do.

Life with Malcolm was dull. Sex with him was even duller, but life was comfortable; a nice house, expensive holiday, a large clothing allowance, did make up in some way for the duller moments, but of late she had been feeling restless. She had considered a lover; even at the more desperate moments, considered divorce. But when she looked around her she was loathe giving up what she had worked so hard for.

But as she watched the naked girl on stage she knew this was what she wanted to do, to stand naked and exposed before a live audience. She glanced at Malcolm and smiled to herself to see that he was trying to avert his eyes from the girl on the stage, glancing around the audience. He was actually embarrassed by the sight of the girl's nakedness so openly exposed. This made Germaine even more determined.

A week later she had secured details, contacted the theatre group, and turned up for the reading of the new production. She had good experience of stage productions. She had started by helping out and then running her university theatre group for all her three years while at university, and she was an accomplished actress always finding it easy to learn lines.

As a new member she only got a small part in the following production, but she proved herself useful both backstage and front, and got on well with the rest of the group. She made herself particularly available to Conrad, the group's director, going out of her way to help him in any way she could. She also was cultivating a growing relationship with Brendon Scholes. He, because of his acting ability which far outshone the other group members, usually got the leading male roles.

Brendon was a good looking guy, but he knew it. He loved flirting with the young actresses and had a bit of a reputation. For some reason better known to him, he had never made a move on Germaine. Maybe he liked the younger more flighty types; maybe they were easier prey.

The next production went well: large audiences, enthusiastic reviews, and the last night party after the final show had everyone in high spirits. That was the night Germaine had decide to pay particular attention to Brendon.

She had worn a rather low cut dress which showed of her boobs to their best advantage, but Brendon, although interested, still seemed somewhat in awe of her. Maybe, she thought, his confidence on stage was not matched with his confidence off. But the party went well, and she was pleased with her progress she had made as she was driven home in the taxi.

The following week, Conrad handed out the scripts for the next production. It was a play about the trials and tribulations of Joan of Arc. They read through some of the parts. The part of Joan was a fairly long one, but when Germaine read through the three rather risqué scenes that required some partial nudity and one scene that required full on nudity, this was the play she was looking for and she knew she must get this part at all costs.

Luckily for her, when it actually came down to the casting, there was only one other person who was willing to do the part of Joan. She was a few years younger than Germaine with not so full a figure.

Conrad cast most of the minor parts and some of the leading ones. Brendon as usual acquired the male lead as Joan's secret lover and trusted lieutenant. Conrad told the others he would cast the rest of the parts next week. In the bar later, Conrad came over to Germaine. He smiled. "It's about the part of Joan," he said.

Germaine looked at him over her glass. "Are you having a problem with it?" she asked sweetly.

He shook his head. "Well, no, not really, I would like you to do it but it's about the nudity. If I give you get the part, do you think you can cope with it?"

Germaine smiled. "I don't see why not. I'm not ashamed of my body."

Conrad smiled and nodded. "Would you be able to come to a reading for the part on Sunday afternoon? I have already asked Christine and she said okay. It's the part at the end of the next to the last act I want to go through."

Germaine nodded. "I can't see why not. I have nothing on that I know of," she said with a wry smile.

For the remaining few days leading up to Sunday, she spent every minute learning the lines. It was not a long part, but an emotional one. The part called for Joan to be on stage alone in her cell the evening before her execution. She was praying to God asking for his forgiveness for any sins she had committed. The final lines were, "My God, I bare my soul and body to you." With this line, she was to raise her arms. The long robe, the only thing she would be wearing, would part and then fall from her body. She would stand naked center stage for a moment, then a single spot light would illuminate her body before a complete black out.

On Sunday she arrived at the theatre early. She needed time to prepare herself. There was only a small crew in: just Conrad, his co producer Avril, and a lighting technician. Germaine was pleased to see that Brendon had also come along. She smiled at him and he returned it with a nod. Things were getting better.

In the shared dressing room, Christine the other girl who was up for the part looked across at her. "Have you managed to learn the part?" she inquired.

Germaine nodded. "Just about; it's well written, so it's quite easy to learn."

"Does the nudity concern you at all?" Christine inquired.

Germaine shook her head. "No, not at all. You?"

Christine looked a little nervous. "A little. I really wanted the part when I read it. It's a good part and I will do it if I get it, but when I told Ralph, my boyfriend, he didn't seem too keen."

Germaine smiled. "There funny thing, these guys. They can be very possessive."

"You're married, aren't you?" Christine inquired. "Doesn't your husband mind?"

Germaine smiled again. "I haven't told him yet. What he doesn't know can't hurt him."

Just then the door opened and Avril, complete with her seemingly essential clip board, poked her head in." One of you ready? We would like to start." She stepped in. She had two cloaks draped over her arms. "I've dug these up from costume. They are the only props you will need." The girls took them, thanked her, and Germaine smiled as she thought about the cloak she had stuffed into her large bag before leaving home.

"Do you mind if I go first?" Christine inquired. "I said I have arranged to meet Ralph afterwards in Starbucks."

Germaine shrugged. "No, go ahead." Actually, this suited her plans better.

She switched on the intercom in the dressing room and listened as she made herself ready for the part. Christine was quite good: a little hesitant in parts, but she had learned the lines well. Conrad got her to go through it twice. Then he thanked her and Germaine heard him tell Avril to call her.

Germaine was more than a little nervous as she walked out onto the stage. This was it: her big moment.

Conrad smiled. "Right, Germaine. From the bottom of page 42, from the line, ‘My lord, I beseech you'."

Germaine picked up the line quickly and then carried on with the speech. Conrad was pleased with the way she stood on the stage confidently and delivered her lines clearly. She really was ideal for the part. He had been a little disappointed with Christine's performance. It was a little lack luster, which was slightly unusual for her as she was usually a good actress.

As Germaine's voice still rang out clearly and confidently around the now empty theatre, his only concern now was the nudity. Germaine was a married woman, and he knew from past experience that husbands could be a problem. It wasn't everyone that was happy to see their wife standing naked before two hundred pairs of eyes even if it were in the name of art.

She was approaching the end of her speech. Right on cue, with the line ‘My God I bare my soul and my body to you', Conrad saw her hands move beneath the cloak, and then as she lifted her arms, it parted. There was a gasp from his side where Brendon was sitting. Now her arms were raised towards the lights and she was standing before them totally naked.

Conrad could see her large firm breasts rising and dropping slowly with her breathing. For a moment he was stunned, flustered. It was something he hadn't expected. She remained standing there, the spotlight still illuminating her beautiful body, its harsh light revealing every intimate detail.

"Cut the light," he suddenly called. Slowly the light went down, Germaine slowly dropped her arms, and the cloak fell back into place. She was hot and excited. It had been an unbelievable experience, exposing herself.

Now she knew she really wanted the part. She was already imagining what it would feel like in a crowded theatre with two hundred pairs of eyes on her body. She shivered at the thought.

"That was excellent, Germaine; in fact, superb. You have learnt your lines well, but you didn't need too dress for the part." He shrugged, slightly embarrassed, which was unusual for him. "But in a way, I'm pleased you did. It settled one worry I had." He turned to Avril and they spoke together quietly. Then he turned back to her. "I would like to offer you the part of Joan if you would accept it."

Germaine thanked him. Her heart was beating wildly. She now had the part she wanted. All she had to do was play it. She made her way back to the dressing room, slipped back into her clothes, and joined the others for drinks in the bar. Suddenly, she discovered that Brendon was seemingly friendlier towards her. Was it because of her exposure? Was she now making herself more available? She was interested to see how things panned out.

Over the next few weeks, rehearsals went well. She was kept busy with the costume fittings. She had several changes, but the costume department was very good, and all her costumes were ready and well in hand at the start of dress rehearsals.

Apart from the full frontal exposure in the second act, she had two other scenes requiring some nudity, the last act before the interval where she was on stage with Brendon. In the scene she was seated on a chair and he was behind her. She was saying goodbye to him telling him she was giving herself up to God and that they could no longer be lovers. He pleaded with her that they should be lovers one last time. Slowly she relented. He reached over her shoulder and pulled open the lace on her shift and eased it down, exposing her breasts. He caressed them for a moment before making his way around in front of her, sinking to his knees before her, and as the lights faded, he began slowly sliding her shift up her legs before bending to bury his head between her thighs.

Again in the final scene where she was tied to the stake before her burning, she was attired in a tattered shift that left parts of her totally exposed.

By the time it got to the technical rehearsal, things were going well. Everyone knew their lines and there had not been too many problems with the set. Brendon had seemed to have a problem over touching her breasts in scene three, but after one problem in rehearsal, Germaine had grasped his hands and held them around her breasts. "Squeeze them," she whispered urgently. "They won't break." Brendon smiled. He could distinctly feel her nipples straining against the restraints of her bra.

She made it early to the theatre on dress rehearsal night and was pleased when Conrad knocked on her dressing room door. "Can I come in? Are you decent?" he called out.

Germaine smiled. Such a nice man. The fact was that she was soon going to be seen naked by everyone in the theatre, and here he was asking if she were decent.

"Everything okay?" he asked.

"Yes, fine," she replied. "I think I'm on top of everything."

"I was just chatting with Avril about the nude scenes. You could wear a thong or something if you felt you needed it."

She smiled. "Honest, it's not a problem; I'm fine about it."

"Okay," he shrugged. "I just thought I'd mention it."

Again dress rehearsal went very well. Germaine was excited about her first nude scene in front of the small audience that had been specially invited. Brendon played his part well although she could feel his hands shaking slightly as he caressed her naked breasts for that first time. After the curtain had gone down, she lent over and kissed him lightly on the cheek. He looked up, his eyes looking hungrily at her still exposed breasts. "What was that for?" he asked.

"For playing the part so well," she said with a grin, and then she pulled her shift back into place and hurried back to her dressing room. She was now getting excited about her next scene, the first time totally naked in front of an audience. Although there were only about fifty or so invited people, she couldn't wait to get out there. She had practiced long and hard with the cloak and now it fell away from her easily.

She stood on the darkened stage feeling wonderful and extremely conscious of her nakedness, her body now covered only by the thin cloak. Did the audience realise that she was completely naked under the cloak? She shivered expectantly at the thought, and when the final moment came and she totally revealed herself to them, there was a hushed silence before a loud and sustained applause after the spot light had gone out. She scooped up the cloak and ran back to her dressing room where Rachel, her dresser, was waiting for her, already holding the tattered shift for the last act.

As she slipped it on, Rachel looked a little concerned. "I think someone's been at this," she said "It seems to be a lot more revealing than it should be."

Germaine smiled. "I've done a few little alterations." she said with a slight smile You've got to give the audience their money's worth,"

In the last act she was dragged on screaming and kicking by two guards, and after a struggle in which she again managed to reveal a lot more of herself than the script called for, she was secured to the stake. The last act was about fifteen minutes long, and Germaine stood there enjoying the scrutiny of the audience in her tattered revealing shift, and when the fire was lit and the crowd around her jeered and shouted, the curtains slowly closed.

The small audience was on their feet clapping and cheering as on stage Germaine was released and joined the other actors for their curtain call,.still wearing her tattered shift

Back at last in her dressing room, she still felt excited about what she had done, finally experiencing her fantasy. She felt aroused and horny, something she had not felt for a long time, and she was not at all surprised to find her pussy very wet when she touched it. She knew that Malcolm would not satisfy her needs. It would probably be down to her secret draw of sex toys, yet again.

Opening night was an even bigger turn on. She almost orgasmed after her full frontal before a full house. She stopped when she saw Brendon as she made her way back to her dressing room, clutching her discarded cloak against her naked body. "Please call in and see me after the last curtain," she said. He nodded and smiled as he turned and watched her delightful naked rear disappear into her dressing room.

She had sent Rachel home after the last act and she sat awaiting a knock on her door. Her heart leapt when it came. Brendon looked around the door. "You wanted to see me?" he inquired. Then his eyes widened. Germaine was seated on her dressing stool but facing the door. She was still in her tattered shift with one breast totally exposed, but what made him stare and his heart begin to beat faster was what she was doing. Her shift was tucked up around her waist leaving her exposed from the waist down. Her legs were spread apart and her pussy open to view. Her fingers were slicked with her juices and she was smiling as one finger slid slowly in and out of her wet pussy.

"Please, Brendon," she said, her voice a horse whisper, "Help me, please help me."

Brendon stepped into the room, turned and locked the door, then urgently struggled out of his tunic. His cock was big and long, the veins standing out in thick purple ridges. He lifted her up onto the dressing table scattering make up all over the floor, and then he was thrusting into her with no preliminaries. She groaned as she felt him fill her love tunnel. She pushed herself onto him wanting to feel him deep inside her. They fucked urgently until with a cry she came.

After that, sex became a nightly routine for them. She badly needed sex after the show, as each night she did something to heighten her arousal.

She deliberately left her panties off one night during the scene with Brendon so that when he laid his head down to kiss her parted thighs, there before him were the delights of her pussy open and available. She paid the lighting engineer a visit and encouraged him to leave the spotlight on a little longer during her full frontal, and night by night the tattered shift she wore for the final scene became more and more revealing until by the final night there was hardly anything left of it, much to the delight of the audience.

Conrad didn't complain about her actions. It had been a full house with standing room only every night once the word had gotten around, with many people visiting the show more than once.

There was a round of applause when she walked into the rehearsal room for the first reading of the new production. Conrad smiled at her and handed her the proposed script for the new play. She looked at the title, Strippers, by Peter Terson.

I hope you enjoyed my little tales of the theatre, I have more to come so if you would like to be kept up to date add me to your favorite author list and check out my web page at http://theladygrey.piczo.com

Love you all Laura