by Lee Dorsey
I stood. He took my hand and said, "It’s my pleasure. My name is David Goodall. I’m Margaret’s husband.”
"Please sit down,” I said. He sat next to Margaret. I recognized his name from movie credits I had seen in the past.
"I was just telling Androgyny about how things work in Hollywood. Golden indicated to me he has plans for her. Of course, in film business terms that means a contract,” she said with a mischievous smile.
"I have to give it to Golden; he knows how to throw a party. I just walked by some of the rooms upstairs. There’s a lot of action going on. I was going to go in one, but I thought it would be more fun if you joined me.” David took Margaret by the arm and they both stood. "What about you, Androgyny, can we tempt you to come along?”
I have to admit, I was curious. I wasn’t sure if I was up for an orgy. But what the hell, it wouldn’t hurt to take a look. "I’ll go up with you, but I’m not sure if I’ll be participating.” I stood and we walked together up the stairs to the second floor. There were several rooms down a hallway. One of the doors was slightly cracked open. The sounds that were emanating from that room gave away what was transpiring within.
"When I was up here before, I located an empty room at the end of the hall. Why don’t we spend a little time fooling around?” he looked at Margaret.
"What about you, Androgyny, would you like to fool around?” she said as she put her arm around me.
I couldn’t believe I was being propositioned to have a threesome with one of the biggest stars in Hollywood. I didn’t have anything to lose. I lost my virginity a few years ago. "Sure, why not,” I said.
David opened the door and we went in. There were two queen size beds. A night light was burning on the wall. Margaret immediately began to remove her clothes. David was standing in back of me. He reached around the front and began to unbutton my blouse. When Margaret was completely undressed, she began to help him. I could tell the way they were removing my clothing, they had done this many times before. When I was completely naked, Margaret put her arm around me and escorted me to the bed. We lay side by side as we observed David undressing. For a man in his sixties, he had a well-toned body. It was obvious; he must have spent many hours in the gym.
When he was naked, he moved to the bed and climbed in. He knelt there for a few seconds and looked down at us. I was the closest to him. He looked me up and down as if he wanted to savor what he saw for a future time. His left hand found its way between my legs. Margaret leaned into me and began to lick and suck my breasts. David picked up my thigh and pulled it toward him. Then he climbed over it and placed his body between my legs. Margaret kissed me passionately. I could feel David’s mouth locking onto my vulva. His tongue slipped into my vagina. His upper lip covered my clit. It began to swell. I put my hand on the back of his head and began to maneuver my body for maximum pleasure. David is very good at this, I thought. With my other hand, I ran it down Margaret’s body and slid my finger through her pubic hair until I located her folds. She had draped one of her legs over mine. I moved my fingers around her vulva and titillated her clit. It seemed, however, they were intent of getting me off. It didn’t take long. I squirted all over David’s face. He rose up and looked down at me.
"You’re going to have to pay for that,” he said. He slid up my body and put his hard and erect penis into me. Margaret was kissing me as she fondled David’s balls.
"He likes to have his balls fondled when he’s screwing,” she said. When David finishes, I want you to do me,” she said in an almost commanding voice. "David will watch.”
David was really putting it to me. I had three orgasms from that penis of his rubbing against my clit. Finally, he exploded in me as he expelled what I can only describe as a primitive sound.
After a few minutes, Margaret said, "Come on, honey, let her up. I want to get off.”
He rolled over and got up on his knees. Margaret got down on her back and opened her legs. I knew what she expected me to do. I got into position between her legs. She had beautiful thighs. I began to suck and kiss them. She wanted me to get right to it. She put both hands behind my head. She forced my face past her folds and to the opening of her vagina. I knew exactly what to do. I had been there many times, so to speak. She was moving violently, first horizontality and then vertically.
David was really getting into it. "That’s good Androgyny, that’s very good!” he was chanting like a football cheerleader.
He had his hand on my ass. His middle finger slipped between my cheeks. I used every oral technique I knew. I wanted her have a memorable orgasm. I wanted to befriend her. If and when I get to Hollywood, both of these people would be helpful in getting my career established. When she finally came, she screamed so loud I was sure she could be heard downstairs. After a while, I rose up and looked down at her. She had her eyes closed. She was truly a beautiful woman.
After a while, the three of us took a shower in the adjacent bathroom. We got dressed and went back down to the party.
Mr. Golden spotted me coming down the stairs. "I see you’ve met Margaret and David. They both thought you were wonderful in the play,” he proudly said.
"Yes. They mentioned that to me several times,” I said.
"I’m negotiating to direct a film. I believe both of you would be wonderful in it. Margaret looked at me and smiled.
"Darling,” she said to David, "I’m in need of a drink. I’ll look forward to seeing you again soon, Androgyny.” David took her by the arm. They walked off toward the bar.
Mr. Golden took me by the hand. "Let me take you around and introduce you to my neighbors.” We moved from one group of celebrities to another. I had never seen so many movie stars in one place. It was like being at the Academy Awards.
Mr. Golden invited me to spend the night. He said he wanted to discuss the tour with the cast tomorrow at the theater. I accepted his invitation. I had brought a bag with a change of clothes and other accessories with me from the theater. I was prepared for an overnighter. The party lasted beyond three o’clock. It was getting difficult for me to keep my eyes open. I drifted away from everyone. I went upstairs. I took the same room where Margaret, David and I had our little fling. I stripped down and got into bed. I could still smell Margaret and David’s scents on the sheets. Sleep came quickly.
The next morning, I was awakened by a knock on the door. I got out of bed and slightly moved the door ajar. It was a maid. She said that breakfast would be served in the dining room in ten minutes. I thanked her. I went immediately into the shower. After a few minutes of having water running over my body, I woke up. I got out of the shower and dried off. I hurriedly put on my makeup and got dressed. Suddenly, it occurred to me. I didn’t see Jim at the party last night. I did see him leave the theater after the show with one of the girls who had a minor roll. I suppose he was going to celebrate at his house with his new love interest.
When I got downstairs, there were several people left over from the party. Mr. Golden entertained us through breakfast with a series of stories about his adventures in Hollywood and the many celebrities he had directed over the years. After breakfast, Mr. Golden offered me a ride to the theater.
When we arrived, the cast and crew had assembled. Mr. Golden read off the list of cities where we were going to be playing. The first city on the list was Baltimore. After two weeks, it would be off to Washington, D.C. In D.C. there were a lot of parties planned by senators where the cast was expected to attend. They enjoyed throwing these bashes to impress other senators. The entire Company was expected to attend. We had a week off to get our affairs in order. Golden smiled as he said the word "affairs.” He looked around the room at everyone. A bus was going to be in front of the theater next Sunday morning to take us on the tour. It was going to be followed by a tractor trailer transporting the set. We were expected to be aboard the bus by nine o’clock sharp. There would be a crew that would meet us at the Baltimore Theater to get us moved in. Sunday night and all day Monday, we were scheduled to have a run-t
hrough. We were to open in Baltimore Tuesday night. Golden said he would see all of us next Sunday morning.
I left the theater and took a cab home. When I walked into the house, I noticed that Jenny wasn’t home. I had forgotten she had classes during the week. I went up to my room. I didn’t think it was too early to begin packing for the tour. I was going to need a lot of clothes. I decided that sometime during the week, I would go shopping for a new wardrobe. The tour was going to be running over two seasons. Some of the states that we were going to be playing could have drastic variations in temperatures. I got out the large suitcase I had brought from Kansas. I was going to have to purchase another one. I spent about an hour getting organized.
After I finished, I went downstairs to fix a sandwich. It was two o’clock in the afternoon. I was getting hungry. Jenny always had an ample supply of lunch meat and bread available. I made a ham and turkey sandwich, opened a bottle of wine and poured a glass. I sat down at the kitchen table. I browsed through yesterday’s New York Times. On the Entertainment page there was an article about the play closing and going on tour. There was a quote from Golden about me.
He said, "Androgyny is the most capable, talented actress I have directed in years. She is someone who is going places in this business.” If I didn’t know better, I would think he was working on getting me into bed. Of course, that’s out of the question. First, he’s gay. Secondly, he is devoted to his partner.
Since I had the week off, I decided that I would go to Broadway and see a play. It’s always good to check out the competition. The play "Equus” was playing on Broadway with Anthony Hopkins, Tom Hulce, and Marian Seldes. The play had run in London for two years. It had now been playing in New York for several years. These were top rate talent that I had to see. I called and made two reservations for tomorrow night. I intended to take Jenny with me. I knew that she would be thrilled.
I sat down in the living room and had another glass of wine. I must have dozed off. Jenny coming in startled me awake. I stood to greet her. We embraced. We gave each other a passionate kiss. I was going to be gone for several weeks. The absence was going to be hard on both of us.
I had her sit down while I poured her a glass of wine. I told her we were going to see "Equus” the following evening. I knew she wanted to see it. She had mentioned it several times. Apparently, several students in her class said that they saw it and were enraptured.
I told her about the celebrities I met at the closing party. She had a thousand questions as to what they were like. I said, "The next party where there will be celebrities in attendance, I am going to take you along.” I also told her about the conversation I had had with Ed Golden. I said he insinuated he was going to take me to Hollywood and cast me in a film with Margaret Delaney. Her mouth dropped open. She was awestruck.
We sat and talked for another hour. I suggested that she come to Baltimore in two weekends and see the show again. We could go out afterwards. When we got up from our conversation, she called Amtrak and made a train reservation for two Friday’s hence.
Once again, she fixed a wonderful dinner. Afterward, we had sex in my room. She left my bed after an hour. She didn’t want to wake me in the morning. She said before she left, she would leave me some breakfast in the refrigerator. All I would have to do was heat it in the microwave. I decided that night, if I go to Hollywood; I was taking Jenny with me.
The next evening, Jenny came home earlier than usual. She said she had cut her last class. She wanted to have time to get dressed for the theater. We had decided to have dinner in Manhattan before the show. Instead of taking the subway, I called a cab. The restaurant where we had chosen to have dinner was a half block from the theater. We could hang out in the restaurant until five minutes before curtain.
There’s one thing about New York. Besides having great theater, the restaurants are outstanding. We dined like a couple of tourists. As planned, five minutes before curtain, we walked to the theater. When we walked into the lobby, I saw one of the girls from my class at the theater. She was giving out programs.
"Androgyny,” she said. "We miss you in the class. Ms. La Bonti had insisted for everyone to go and see you in the play. She never stops talking about you. I miss you too. When we had improvisations, you always had some especially creative ones. Good luck with your career.”
"Good luck to you, too. I’ll see you after the show.” Jenny and I went in and were ushered to our seats. The feeling I got watching this production was "This was theater.” What I was doing Off-Broadway was only second rate. I needed to be involved in a production like this one as soon as possible. I watched Marian Seldes’ performance closely. She was very good, but I knew instinctively, I could be better. There were a thousand nuances I could bring to that part. Well, maybe someday, I’ll get a chance to play that role.
After the show, I met up with the girl from my class. I couldn’t remember her name. I told Jenny to introduce herself. She told Jenny her name was Alice Franklin. We invited her to go to Sardis with us and have an after show snack and drinks. The three of us lucked out, there was a table available. Alice told me that when she mentions the next day that she was out with me at Sardis, Ms. La Bonti will probably have an orgasm.
When we arrived back at the house, after looking at those naked bodies in the play got me horny. We sat briefly in the living room and had a glass of wine. We discussed the play. To see Anthony Hopkins on stage was the thrill of a life time. That man was talented beyond words. He had what so many of his contemporaries didn’t have and that was magnetism. After having two glasses of wine with Jenny, I took her by the hand and dragged her to my room. I was in desperate need to have her lips and tongue between my legs. We both stripped down. I got into the bed first. I lay back and opened my legs. When she made contact, I was so hot, I nearly came. I rolled on my side and we got into a sixty-nine position. We pleasured each other for nearly an hour. I think Jenny was as hot as me from watching those nude actors walking about the stage. We were in the second row center. You talk about realistic theater.
The rest of the week flew by. I had a chance to do some shopping. I bought a whole new wardrobe and a large suitcase. Sunday morning, I called a cab and Jenny helped me load my things into the trunk.
When I arrived at the theater the bus was parked outside. Some of the company was loading their luggage on the bus. The cab driver helped me get my things loaded. I gave him fifty dollars for the ride and helping me. I stepped onto the bus and saw Jim sitting about halfway back alone. I walked back and said, "Is this seat taken?”
"Yes, I’m sorry, I promised to sit with someone else,” he said without looking up.
I continued to walk to the back of the bus. There was an empty seat next to the stage manager. I asked him if I could sit next to him. He looked up and removed some items he had placed on the seat. He nodded his head in the affirmative. I sat down.
The ride to Baltimore took just under four hours. I had never been to Baltimore. We rode by the Inner Harbor for which Baltimore is famous. I decided to put that location on my list of things to visit when we had a day off. The plan to stay in Baltimore was two weeks. That should give me a lot of time to do some sightseeing.
The bus took us to the hotel where the company would be staying during the run. We had three hours to get situated before the bus was to take us to the theater. It had been determined that we had a lot of baggage to move into our dressing rooms. This would be the last time we got a ride. The hotel was only about three blocks from the theater. The bus driver pointed out landmarks for us to follow when we walked back to the hotel.
The theater had a proscenium stage. That meant we were going to adjust the blocking. Re-blocking can be a long and laborious process. Mr. Golden appeared and said we were going to be there for a while. He intended to re-stage the show. His plan was to change as little of the original blocking as possible. After the new blocking was completed, we would have a dinner break. Mr. Golden didn’t want anyone to leave the theater. H
e had made arrangements to have food and beverages brought in.
We began. It was a pain in the ass. I knew for the first few runs through, we were going to be upstaging each other all over the place. At least, after tonight, we won’t have to do it again. Tomorrow, it will just be runs. Fortunately, all the other theaters we will be playing have a proscenium stage.
After our dinner break, we had a run-through to get used to the new blocking. I was amazed how well it went. Mr. Golden was a genius. When the rehearsal was over, we walked back to the theater in small groups. I was with several of the back stage crew.
When we got to the hotel, we all made for the bar. It was about one o’clock. The bar was going to be open until two. I began drinking with one of the stage hands that changed the set between scenes. After a few drinks, he began to look pretty good to me. As we were having our third drink, he said to me.
"You have a nice ass. I would like you to sit on my face sometime.”
At first, I didn’t quite understand what he was saying. "Excuse me?” I asked.
He whispered in my ear. "I would like you to sit that lovely ass on my face.”
Sexually, I had been in a lot of positions in my time, but I never sat on a man face. That sounded intriguing. I leaned into him and whispered in his ear, "Your room or mine?”
"I have a roommate. We better do it in yours,” he said with a look of conquest.
We left the bar. We went upstairs to my room. No sooner had the door closed and we were naked. He lay on the bed. I climbed on top of him. He put his hands behind my thighs and moved me over his face. I lowered my body down on him until I felt his tongue darting into my vagina. The tongue flicked in and out. It licked around my clit. It was a completely different sensation than anything I had experienced in the past. It was also psychological. I had this big, muscular man pinned down and I was sitting on his face. The physical and psychological teamed up. It resulted in an over the top orgasm.
I raised my body off his face. He had this very hard and erect penis. It was only fair that I get him off. I gave him a hand job. In about thirty seconds, he came. There was a box of Kleenex on my night table. I pulled out a few and wiped both of us off. Then I turned to him, "I would like you to spend the night, but that won’t work out. The director will be stopping by early tomorrow morning. He wants to have a meeting with me at breakfast. I don’t think it would be cool if he found you here.