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‘For God’s sake, Lenny, you should be off book by now.’ Eleanor Ingram was directing a play I’d written. I was standing in the wings watching the cast slowly destroy it despite Eleanor’s best efforts. With a sigh I turned away and poured myself a huge glass of red wine. ‘Drinking your way through a crisis?’ This was Emily Tibbett. Emily is the leading lady. She played the part of a ruthless, driven politician and could have been type cast. In fact she had been type cast. I’d written the part for her and her alone. She was tall, at least six inches taller than I and with short black hair and piercing blue eyes. Her nose was sharp, her tits small, her mouth a little too narrow. She was leaning against a wall, wearing jeans and a loose sweater. Her mind was as sharp as her nose. In her real life she was a lawyer specialising in divorces and she invariably won. For Emily, losing was never an option. She brought that sharp mind to bear on whatever she undertook. ‘Lenny,’ she said, ‘is an arse. He’ll get it right by the last night, if ever that is.’ I shrugged and offered her a glass. ‘We cant all be like you, Emily. This is amateur, remember.’ ‘There is, darling, amateur and then there is Lenny. He looks the part I grant you but his head is so empty you could park your car in it.’ At that moment Lenny came off stage, huffing and apologising. ‘You’ll be fine, Lenny,’ said Emily but her eyes never left mine. She smiled a rather sinister smile, cast her script aside and went on stage to deliver a faultless performance of her big scene. Lenny watched and almost wept. I went down the stairs behind the stage and out into the hall to stand beside Eleanor. She and I watched closely as Emily delivered the long soliloquy word perfect, moving exactly as she’d been directed. This was the second rehearsal and she was already honing her performance. ‘We’ll never keep her,’ said Eleanor, ‘She could be a pro. The rest of the cast hate her.’ ‘Oh, come on, Ellie, it’s only the second rehearsal.’ Eleanor turned and put her hand on mine. ‘I know, I know.’ Eleanor is about fifty. Her rather bohemian attire suggested new age sensitivity but that was where it ended. She shouted, encouraged, teased and bludgeoned the cast through the rest of the rehearsal then left having delivered a scathing analysis and demanding everyone be off book by the next rehearsal then left in a high dudgeon. That was something she bahis siteleri almost always did until the dress rehearsal when she would become a sweet and patient mentor and guide. Lenny left after her, apologising to everyone and promising to have it word perfect by the next rehearsal in three days time. Nobody believed him, least of all himself. I sat, dejected, and read through a couple of scenes and wondered why the fuck I bothered. ‘Thank you, Trish.’ Emily again. ‘What for?’ ‘The part you wrote for me. I love it. I love playing the baddy. I was Cruella de Ville the first time I ever acted.’ She sat beside me. ‘I was fourteen and at my school we had the most adorable drama teacher, Miss Tenant. I absolutely fantasised about her. Did you ever do the crush thing?’ ‘Me? I always did the crush thing.’ I was putting my bits and pieces in my elderly leather satchel. ‘I still do, Emily.’ I couldn’t look at her of course. This was because she was the object of my current crush. It’s so easy to write for someone about whom you harbour deep longing. You write your fantasy image of her, dress her as you would want her to dress, give her words you want her to say. ‘Did I do OK?’ Emily is not the sort to show her need for reassurance and I was momentarily stunned. ‘No.’ ‘No?’ ‘No. OK is a long way short of what you did. You were, are brilliant. You were word perfect and you moved almost faultlessly. Once you’re dressed for the role you will BE the role. The worst thing you do is make everyone else look hopeless.’ ‘Almost faultlessly?’ Trust Emily to pick on the smallest negative. ‘It’s the part where you stop talking and do the business with the ‘phone. You let it ring too long. You need to snatch it from the table. You’re longing for the call no matter how cool you seem. And when you move for it you need to move slow-fast, like you don’t want anyone to know how much it matters to you. You’re alone of course but even alone you guard your feelings, never let anyone see what you’re thinking.’ ‘Show me.’ I went on stage, put my ‘phone on the table and moved to where Emily would be when it began to chirrup. I said the last line that cued the ‘phone and Emily made ‘bring bring’ noises. I made to move, hesitated and then grasped it and lifted it slowly to my ear and said, ‘Yes,’ and as I did so I looked around as if making sure nobody could hear or see me. ‘Something like that.’ Emily came canlı bahis siteleri on stage and repeated my movements, then again, improving them. She did it four times in her relentless pursuit of precision. The last time, I said, ‘Perfect. Absolutely perfect.’ I finished putting my things away and, as she handed me my ‘phone, I slung the satchel over my shoulder and said goodnight. ‘Wait, Trish. Fancy a drink?’ I looked at her. I fancied a drink and said so. She moved her head in a ‘well, let’s get going’ sort of way and I followed her out of the dismal hall onto the dark street outside. We walked side by side and I noticed her shoes made almost no sound as they hit the pavement. By contrast my heels made a lot of noise, at least to my ears. She always made me feel inadequate and I am not one to feel that way. We entered the nearest pub and without asking she ordered two huge glasses of red, paid for them and led me to a corner table. We sat. ‘How do I dress for the part?’ The ruthless politician was, in part, my imaginary extension of Emily. ‘A classy business suit, dark. Heels and stockings and a crisp white blouse. For the scene where you humiliate George,’ this was Lenny’s role, ‘you open your blouse to reveal a very sexy bra or camisole or something like that. Something that says beneath the formal wear you’re ready for sex. George is desperate to fuck you and there is absolutely no way but you’re going to let him see what he’s missing.’ Emily opened her imaginary blouse, ran her fingers down between her breasts and recited the line that followed. ‘Did you think you could have me, George?’ She hesitated and I whispered George’s line. ‘I’d do anything for you, anything.’ ‘Be honest now. You’re pathetic, a nobody. You think I’d bed a nobody?’ She stared into my eyes and I felt George’s humiliation. ‘Yes, just like that.’ ‘Am I a lesbian?’ ‘What?’ ‘Well, I just wanted to know what was in your mind, Trish. I mean, I don’t let George have me or anyone else come to that. Is there a sub-text?’ I was angry and could not work out why. ‘Just because I am doesn’t mean I write all my women as dykes.’ ‘I wasn’t suggesting you did. I was merely asking.’ Her voice was even and soothing. Emily’s eyes sparkled in the pub’s low lighting and I had the strong impression she was playing with me. ‘We’ll see,’ she said rather enigmatically and then changed the subject. That night in bed I canlı bahis ran my fingers over my breasts and between my legs and my mind’s eye was full of Emily. I was imagining her dressed as I had said and with a pair of transparent panties revealed by her raised skirt and a dark triangle of hair. My hand ran over her and she orgasmed as my finger slipped under the leg of her knickers and into that warm, damp space. My climax followed hers. * Dress rehearsal. Eleanor was now in her supportive mode. No more shouting, she assured people all was well and that they would be fine. I wandered aimlessly around the hall as preparations were made. I hadn’t seen Emily arrive yet and in fact I hadn’t seen much of her since we’d had that drink together. When we had spoken there was nothing between us except a sort of gentle friendship. The hall was prepared for the opening night which would be a couple of days after tonight’s dress and tomorrow’s technical rehearsals. I always felt that at this stage I was useless. My baby, the play, was in other people’s hands. The cast had done pretty well really, even Lenny knew some of his lines. I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to see Emily. She was dressed precisely as I had suggested. The skirt of her suit was longer than I’d imagined but the slit up the side somehow made it more powerful, sexier. The blouse was button down and showed the outline of a camisole beneath it. ‘Will I do?’ ‘Very nicely, I think.’ She smiled and her mouth lost its narrowness and became fuller, more voluptuous. I smiled back. She asked, ‘You up for a glass of wine after?’ ‘If I am still sober by then, yes.’ She laughed and wandered off to the dressing room but turned at the door to give me a stare that made me feel, oh, I don’t know what, just feel. Her eyebrow lifted and she turned and I lost sight of her. When she reappeared after the rehearsal, which had gone exceptionally well, she was wearing a simple skirt and sweater. I felt huge relief that things had gone so well and I must have shown it because she beamed at me. Slipping her arm through mine, she led me wordlessly out of the hall and back to ‘our’ pub. A few other members of the cast arrived a little later but by that time we were already at a table in a corner and her knee was unselfconsciously against mine. She had complimented my writing which is a guarantee that I will fall in love. When we’d finished our drinks I asked, ‘Would you like to come back to my place for a coffee?’ ‘Do you mind if I say no? I have a lot I need to do tomorrow.’ She kissed me goodnight outside the pub and I made to turn away in the direction of my flat.
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