The day came. Kurt and Allison picked us up since we didn’t need two cars and Allison knew exactly where we were going. Thankfully, Kurt and Allison were pretty quiet on the drive. A little over three hours later, we pulled up beside a WPA-looking building=g with a sign on the front “The Craftwork Players.”
We went inside and were introduced to the troupe’s director, Pierre. Pierre took us into the theater, which seated, maybe, 110. The stage was empty except for a large upholstered bench.
“That’s the best piece I could find that doesn’t have anything to interfere with sightlines,” Pierre said. “It’s a bit old, but we bought some new sheets which we’ve washed. We’ll cover it with those.”
A slightly chubby girl who looked 20-something came in and Pierre waved her over. “This is Becca, our lighting person,” Pierre said as introduction. We both shook hands with Becca.
Becca looked at us both and said, “This is great what you’re doing. I can’t imagine how hot it will be for you. I’m envious, but I don’t know any heterosexual guys who’d fuck me in front of an audience.”
We followed Becca onto the stage. “I’d like to do this re-aiming as few lights as possible.” She walked to a spot downstage center and pointed up. “I’ve already got a couple of spots aimed down here that will light a space large enough for two people.”
Pierre interjected, “What I was thinking was, you could stand here to start with your clothes on. We’ll give you a wireless mike so you can introduce yourselves to the audience. Then you can strip off or strip each other. Is that ok?”
Not having any better idea, we both nodded.
“Ok,” Pierre continued, “once you’re both naked a couple of our stage hands will come from the wings and take your clothes. Sally and Jeff volunteered. They’ll put your clothes in the wings and come back and move than bench down here. This is the best spot for visibility on stage. That will also give you a few minutes to stand upright naked in front of the audience. Once they move the bench down here, they’ll go offstage and you can just do it.”
Pierre was being pretty professional. However, the realization that he was talking about Kelly and me stripping naked on that stage in a few hours was getting me hard. I could see Kelly’s hard nipples poking out under her sweater.
I was so lost in my own thoughts and anxieties that I hadn’t realized that Pierre had stopped talking and was waiting for us to comment. He brought me back to the moment by asking, “Is that all ok? Anything you’d like to change? It’s your show.”
I looked at Kelly. To Pierre, Kelly said, “No, that all sounds fine. Thank you both. You’ve put some work in on this.”
Pierre and Becca both smiled. “We get to watch,” Becca said. “That’s thanks enough.”
Becca went off. Pierre led us back out into the house where Allison and Kurt were sitting. He said, “I’ve lined up 60 people who are definitely coming. A lot of them are theater folks. We’re all exhibitionists and voyeurs. There are a few others from around the area who will enjoy it. One of our biggest donors and his wife are coming. Don’t worry. Everyone will keep quiet and no one knows your last name or where you are from. Our crew went in and bought some wine. We’ll have a reception in the lobby at 7:30, show at nine. We’ll need you backstage for make up by 8:15.”