The Post Production Party

My wife, Wendy, has, for her all working life, been a professional actor. We first met, in the 1960s, on a film set when she was in a couple of films based on the crazy adventures at a girls school. In the productions she played a minor role as a schoolgirl dressed accordingly in gymslip, white shirt and tie, black stockings and suspenders and, finally, navy blue school knickers. The majority of the cast were similarly attired and although they were mostly girls in their early to mid-twenties they played the parts of younger schoolgirls. I often asked her about her work and in particular her early films but as she and I had met and fallen in love at that time and, consequently, had spent nearly all our free time together, her experiences were somewhat limited. However, that wasn’t the case for all the cast.

Wendy used to meet up fairly regularly with a couple of fellow ‘schoolgirl’ actors who she’d shared digs with whilst filming. A little while ago one Wendy’s friends from that time, Emma, happened to bump into another actor, Pru, who was also in the two films and invited her along to meet Wendy and Mary at one of their get-togethers and the following story was divulged to them by Pru. Firstly she asked if the other girls had been at the end of production party on the second film. They all said they had been there briefly but Wendy had left early to meet me, Mary had had to go off to an audition and Emma had taken an early train home. ‘Ah,’ said Pru, ‘Then you must all have missed to exciting bit!’ And she then relayed the following story….

‘Well,’ she said, ‘As the party was winding down, some of the girls, who hadn’t had time to change out of their ‘uniform’ started to hand out invitations to a few crew members, extras, minor actors etc to wait behind till everyone else had left and promised them a ‘bit of fun’! By default I seemed to be sort of ‘in charge of proceedings’ at that point. Some of the others had managed to corral eight guys and six very willing girls. Four of the ladies were still in their ‘school’ uniform. The remaining two popped back to their dressing room to change back into their ‘costumes’. When everyone was back together I asked the men to get a chair each and form a semi-circle. I stood up and spoke to the guys, ‘Thank so much for staying back a bit longer but I think it’ll be worth it for you. Well I hope so.

‘Throughout the many weeks of filming,’ I continued, ‘You particular guys have always treated us ladies with the utmost courtesy and respect. That can’t be said about all the rest of the men on set. I think we’ve all ended up some days with bruises on our bottoms as, it seems, lots of the other guys felt we were just there for their pleasure. What with them constantly wanting to look up our gym slips to see our knickers, rubbing ‘accidentally’ against us with their cocks! Pinching and stroking bottoms both on top of our gymslips and up inside them if they got a chance it’s been a bit of a nightmare. Now, we don’t know why you guys didn’t get involved with that sort of behaviour but we put it down to your strong self-restraint. However, we are fairly certain that, given half-a-chance, being good looking red-blooded males you might be interested in both the way we are dressed and the sexual implications of sex, to some extent, with an adult schoolgirl. We’ll find out shortly whether we really turn you on as a way of thanking you for your thoughtfulness over last few weeks.’

‘The girls lined up opposite the men and I said, ’Now then guys do you want to continue looking at us in full uniform or would you like us to strip off our gymslips?’ The replies were unanimous.