THE CASTING COUCH_(2)

After graduating from theatre school about ten years back, I’ve been performing on stage and have done a few commercials and guest starred on some high profile television shows. I recently directed a play to great reviews in the newspaper as well as winning a community theatre award from the local arts council. But my main job is a drama professor at the local community college. It’s less tiring than regular acting gigs and the pay is great. On top of that, I got a daily eyeful of some of the college’s most attractive students and a few of them will usually be willing to perform extra credit for a chance to be a star, if you know what I mean.

We just started the winter semester and I am auditioning my class for a new show that I personally wrote about a girl who is being seduced by another girl and is confused over her feelings and desires for her and the man she loves. The students who are able to get parts in the play will get to perform for credit and upon a successful run, advance to the next level next year while those who don’t will be kicked out of the program and be forced to take dramatic theory to finish their degree. Needless to say, a lot of people wanted to get into the play in any role possible. I sit in the seats of the theatre where the only thing on stage is a couch I’m using for auditions. Two of my students, Brittany and Ally, walk into the theatre after a long day, with them being the last ones to audition.

Brittany is a short Chinese girl with long straight black hair with large, dark, inviting eyes, a slender figure with a tiny waist, amazing hips and a nice firm bubble butt. She has a creamy complexion with fair white skin. Her breasts are slightly above average, accentuated by a tight pink button up top but her assets are definitely her ass.

Ally is a Latina and is much taller. In fact, she’s tall for a girl, towering over many of the guys at school. Ally is a voluptuous brunette whose complexion is darker than Brittany’s and sports a pair of full bodied lips and dark green eyes. She comes in with a green v-neck shirt that gives off some amazing cleavage, as if her breasts are about to bust out of her shirt.

They both are sophomore drama students with delusions of grandeur, thinking that they can become rich and famous one day because they are hot. Unfortunately, neither of them can act their way out of a paper bag. Ally’s line deliveries are wooden and Brittany sounds like a bimbo every time she recites dialogue. Plus, with Ally’s height, it’s hard to find her a scene partner that works well with her. They’re definitely on the verge of being kicked out of the program. The male students do welcome their presence in class, especially for scene studies where they get paired up with them for love scenes. Regardless of how cold it is in the theatre, they always wear shorts or skirts to class. Since we have a proscenium stage, I often get a good view of their crotch during class. The theatre’s temperatures are also cooler than the rest of campus and sometimes their nips would stick out from their shirts. I have often thought about screwing these two, but no opportunity has presented itself. That is until now.

“Hello Brittany and Ally. Ready for your audition?”
“We are, professor,” says Brittany in a bubbly voice. “We’re ready to become stars of your new show.”
“That’s for me to decide,” I tell them.

They begin reading their lines and are killing the scene, and not in a good way. Brittany says everything like she’s a dumb blonde and Ally barely has any emotion to her voice when she speaks.

“Stop, stop, stop!” I yell out. “What is this?”
“What’s wrong, professor?” Brittany asks.
“What’s wrong?