The Audition

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I stepped off the bus double checking the address on the slip of paper I held in my hand. The small theatre I'd been told to arrive at appeared to be just around the corner. I was early yet, and decided to take advantage of the time walking into a nearby Starbucks ordering a coffee. While I sat sipping that, I checked myself out in a small mirror I kept in my purse. Taking a moment to run my fingers through my  hair, sassing it up just a bit. I likewise checked out my almost non-existent lipstick and makeup. The part I was auditioning for in the little known play, was for a lesbian, though in the beginning, she wasn't supposed to see herself as one, only mildly curious. I laughed to myself as I sat there staring at my reflection. The truth was...I was. When I'd gone in for my initial interview I had felt like the part fit me perfectly. And so had the assistant casting director after she'd looked me over and given me a small part to read. It wasn't a big role by any means. I only had a few lines, and one semi-steamy scene where I'd been asked if I'd be comfortable exposing my breasts on stage briefly. I'd never done any kind of a nude scene before, even a brief one. Aside from a few provocative photos my ex-boyfriend had taken, that was pretty much the extent of my exhibitionist side. Needless to say, I was more than a bit nervous. In addition to my short sassy dark hair, which I didn't think looked too butch, and which the director didn't want either, the fact I also didn't have overly large breasts though I had certainly received several nice comments on them, and plenty of admiring looks from both men and women in the past. They were still pretty nice sized, without being too big. And interestingly enough, I hardly ever wore a bra as it was, most of the time enjoying the freedom of not having to do so. And besides, in the play I wouldn't be wearing one either, making it easier when the time came for me to simply reach down, pull my tee shirt over my head, turn...and then walk into the bedroom where it was hoped my new found girlfriend would then follow me. Her ex lover, supposedly there in the sitting room trying to entice the woman I'd just met into going back to her. Like I said, it was a small role with only a couple of lines. I sat at the table sipping my coffee. "Well? Are you coming or not?" I looked at myself in the mirror, saying it again, a bit differently this time. "Well...are you...coming or not?" I didn't like that one, and said it again the way I had the first time. Not realizing another woman had taken a seat at the small table next to mine.

Toni: Just say where and when!

I suddenly heard, turning. I blushed, realizing the slightly older, yet good-looking woman had heard me. I laughed, apologizing.

Janet; I'm sorry...I didn't realize I was speaking so loudly,

I informed her.

Janet: I'm ah...auditioning for a small part in a play,

I further explained.

Toni: Oh, I see...sorry to hear that, I hoped for a moment there, that you might actually be propositioning me,

she laughed back, not at all being serious, though perhaps flirting a little. Which caught me off guard just a bit. I took those few moments to study her as she stood up taking her coffee with her, approaching me.

Toni: May I?

She asked

Janet: Please do,

I invited. I noticed the woman was tall, had shoulder length strawberry colored hair that was lustrous and seemed to catch the morning sun just right, hinting at the various hues and streaks of differing colors in her hair. For a moment, it almost looked as though her hair was on fire, sitting next to the window the way she was with the sun shining through it. She had green, though perhaps more like hazel colored eyes, full sensual lips that were quite noticeable, especially when she smiled. She looked professional, business like, wearing a matching skirt and jacket, though I noticed her more than ample breasts seemed to be straining against the fairly sheer white blouse she had on beneath it. I could see the dainty lace pattern in the bra she was wearing, and for a split second in time as she took her seat, found myself actually wondering what her breasts might look like.

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