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Extra - a Story
  by Delta Venus

Copyright 2009



It all started so innocently. Well, that isn't exactly true. There was
an edge to the normally lighthearted hijinks, something sinister and
sadistic, that was there from the very beginning. It wasn't very
noticeable at first, but it was there nonetheless, hidden inside the
typical horseplay of a working theater company. This type of fun was
nothing new to the cast, they'd all participated in similar behavior
during past performances, on other sets, with different groups of
actors. Playing the same roles day in and day out can get quite
boring, so it is only natural to resort to jokes and games on your
fellow actors as a way to alleviate that boredom. Move some of the
furniture around, so the other actors have to run an obstacle course
to get to their proper place on stage. Try to get them to smile during
a serious scene, or flub an important line. Make silly faces when the
audience can't see, but the other players can. There are all sorts of
opportunities for mischief in live theater. Some of that mischief is
physical, and it was always that sort that Brad chose.


Brad was an extra. Although not a very good actor, the theater company
still had to use him. Brad's aunt was a huge contributor whose cash
kept the struggling group alive, and without it they wouldn't last a
month. It didn't matter how badly Brad acted, he would be on stage
because auntie big bucks wanted him there. To minimize the damage, the
company gave him the smallest roles they could, walk-on parts and
background bits without too much substance - the fewer lines the
better. Brad didn't seem to mind this a bit, and appeared happy to
just be part of the theater scene, but he was merely burying his
resentment. That resentment came out in the way Brad participated in
the behind the scenes hijinks, his jokes and horseplay always rode the
border between funny and just plain mean. If he snapped a bra strap,
the context would be funny, and people would laugh, but the snap would
always be enough to hurt, not just make noise or startle. Almost all
of his gaming had a sexual edge to it, not quite harassment, but
definitely indecent and embarassing.


Janet quickly became the focus of most of Brad's attentions, much to
her dismay. She was a stunner, made for the spotlight. A lean five
foot ten inch frame, with smooth slinky curves that weren't voluptuous
at all, but no less feminine for it. A bottle blond, she kept her
golden locks long and flowing, and they framed her elfin face
fabulously. She could have been a fashion model, except her breasts
were much too heavy to pull off the boyish look most of the designers
desire, and she didn't want to just look pretty - she wanted to act,
to be an actress on the stage.


Brad took things to another level with her, no longer skirting the
edge, he plunged right on into the territory of full blown harassment.
His hands were everywhere. He fondled, he pinched, he opened buttons,
he pulled at zippers, he made the crudest comments and jokes, and
otherwise behaved like a total cad. Janet immediately went to the
director to complain, and with utmost honesty the director told her he
sympathized with her predicament, but because of auntie big bucks,
there wasn't a thing he could do about it. Unwilling to look for
another acting gig, Janet became resigned to Brad's antics. She still
reacted and protested the indignities, mostly out of habit and a need
to save face, but did so in a deflated almost defeated manner. Brad
sensed this resignation and weakness, and it spurred him on to new
heights. He knew he could do just about anything to this woman, and
she would put up with it, just so she could stay in the limelight.


The escalation took place on stage. Previously Brad had kept his
fondling and undressing confined to the backstage area, where he could
blow it off as horseplay, and never molested Janet anywhere else. No
public witnesses, just the friendly folks of the company, safely
controlled by auntie's purse strings. He continued to make sure that
he was never seen by anyone but his fellow actors, but Janet now had
to endure the results of his harassment in front of an audience. She
could be subjected to a "wardrobe failure" at any time, potentially
exposing her tits, her ass, or whether the carpet matched the drapes
to the unsuspecting theater patrons. Mostly she caught these before
they were too bad, but occasionally the audience got quite an eyefull,
which humiliated Janet deeply. Worse was when Brad would hide
somewhere in the scenery, to fondle and play with Janet's body just
out of view, perhaps hidden under a tablecloth or behind draperies.
Janet did her best to keep a straight face, and deliver her lines,
with Brad fingering her snatch, pinching her nipples, or licking her
toes, but it wasn't easy, and the front row guests sometimes thought
there was something odd about her performance. Sometimes they liked
this perceived oddness.


It wasn't long before Brad took things to an inevitable milestone,
quite a distance from those innocent beginning antics by friendly
castmembers breaking backstage boredom, achieved quite quickly due to
the rapid escalation of the molestation once Janet had become an
objectified plaything, a fantasy to be enjoyed, and the subject of
revenge for all the frustrations Brad felt. Brad was satisfied with
nothing less than Janet having an orgasm while on stage. She had to
cum, in front of the entire audience, while she was in her role,
acting her heart out. He didn't care if she stayed in character, or
kept her cool, that was her problem. He just wanted her to cum, and to
know she had cum, right there on center stage.


Janet certainly didn't want to lose her cool. She was a professional,
and wanted to be seen as such. Professionals don't lose it in the
middle of a performance. Never mind that she didn't want hundreds of
people to watch her in obvious orgasmic spasms, which was also true,
it was enough that she didn't want her acting tainted in any way.
Sexual embarassment was a powerful emotive force, but it was secondary
to her desire to be perceived as a great actress. That added pressure
to her already explosive emotional state. She got terribly aroused by
Brad when he did these things to her while she was acting, the
situation seemed to add an extra charge to every touch or teasing move
he made, electrifying her. The tension of trying to stay in control,
while a hall full of people watched her every move and listened to
every sound she made, took her to levels of sexual stimulation she had
never experienced before, which made the inevitable orgasms that much
more intense and harder to manage.


The first time Brad made her cum in front of an audience, Janet almost
lost it completely. She turned bright red in the face, flubbed a line,
and was visibly shaky. Luckily it had been during a scene that was
supposed to be highly charged emotionally, a major confrontation
between characters, so other than the stammer, all of what happened on
stage fit right in with what the audience was expecting. None of them
had a clue they had just witnessed the most intense sexual moment of
Janet's life - so far. The other actors knew what had happened,
though, and so did the director. The director was upset enough to chew
Brad a new asshole after the show, and one of the male leads gave
serious thought to simply kicking the shit out of the asshole, but a
later phonecall from auntie ensured that neither of them wanted to get
involved again.


It never got any easier. Janet did a better job of controlling
herself, but the act of control was an iffy thing at best. That she
hid the turmoil better didn't mean she had any more control. She
didn't. Each time was a true test of her will, and she could easily
fail. She never gave thought to complaining, she had already resigned
herself, and complaining wasn't going to do any good so far as she was
concerned. In that assumption she was correct, but the resignation to
her fate did something to her. She became connected to Brad in a way
she didn't really understand. She knew he fed on her energies, but
wasn't aware that this was now a two-way street, and that she fed on
his.


That energy peaked during a particularly promising play the company
was performing. They made it to "Off Broadway", instead of the usual
"off-off-off-off" venues they were used to. Actual theater critics and
reviewers were part of the larger audience, and the actors all knew
it. This was a chance to be noticed, one good review by the right
critic could make a career - or a bad one could cause ruin. All of the
actors and actresses kicked it up a notch, or two.


Brad also kicked it up to another level. He was playing with Janet
from the first moment the curtains rose, taking every advantage he
could to tease and torment her. The buttons down the back of Janet's
dress all popped off during the first dance number, and only previous
experience with a failing costume kept her from losing the garment
entirely. Having to change quickly between scenes meant the players
frequently had no more on than the outer shell of a costume, the
appearance of being fully clothed merely a stage illusion, and Janet
had only a light pair of cotton panties on beneath the dress. No one
knew how close they came to seeing a topless revue, except Janet.


Being nearly naked, with the only thing keeping her from almost total
exposure to the large audience a dress she could barely keep from
dropping away, sent shivers of excitement through her entire body. A
small part of her wanted to go ahead and let it fall, let the audience
see just how sexy she was, how alive, how turned on. The professional
in her was horrified! Both the situation, and her own reaction to it,
caused her fearful anticipation and heavy shame. She shouldn't be
feeling like this, and she knew it was only the beginning. Brad
wouldn't be done with her until the final curtain call. The feeling of
the hot lights on her bare skin through the wide open back of the
dress added to a feeling of already being naked, exposed, open to the
hundreds of theater goers all intently watching her.


She managed to keep the open back and missing buttons from being
noticed during the scene, but Brad took advantage of the loose garment
to reach in and fondle her bare breasts every time the dance carried
her into the wings, away from the eyes of the audience for a moment.
She had to tuck herself in the last time, after he had roughly pinched
her nipples and tugged hard enough that her left breast came all the
way out in the open. The heat of embarassment was in her face, which
did nothing to cool the fires raging in her loins. This situation was
almost too much for her - a huge audience, potentially life changing
media people in attendance, a dream role, being part of a real
production, and Brad mercilessly playing with her body and emotions.
The pressure and emotional conflicts Janet felt were indescribably
intense, but she persevered. She was hornier than she could ever
remember being, and more than a little scared, but she persevered.


Brad pinched, prodded, caressed, and teased, but there were no more
wardrobe events. Janet calmed slightly as the play progressed without
any further risk of indecent exposure. The teasing was much more than
she had become used to, and Brad was adding to it by talking extremely
nastily, whispering the most degrading things in her ear while his
hands roamed at will, using words like "slut" and "whore", but at
least she had her costumes to keep it under wraps.


The next to the last scene had the players seated at a dinner table,
Janet seated towards the middle and facing the audience. A long
flowing tablecloth allowed Brad to sneak underneath undetected, and he
quickly went to work. Janet tried to keep her legs closed, but Brad
was both persistant and tricky. Whenever Janet had a line to deliver,
he would pinch her thighs while prying apart her knees. In order to
concentrate on what she had to say, Janet had to relax her vigilance
under the tablecloth. Once her knees were spread, Brad made sure he
was wedged between them so that they couldn't come back together. He
tormented her without mercy, timing the worst things for when she had
to speak. He pinched her inner thighs, he pulled her cotton panties
down and off leaving her completely naked beneath her costume, he
rubbed her pussy and blew gently on her clit. Janet was on fire! She
couldn't believe no one was noticing her intense blush. She tried to
scoot back in the chair so that Brad wouldn't have access to her
dripping hole, but the cheap prop chairs didn't leave much room to
move, and he still had her spread wide open, exposed to whatever he
might want to do.


The scene drew to an end, and Janet began to feel relieved. She had
maintained throughout the worst of Brad's assaults, and the final
scene was a soliloquy, she would be on stage alone, where he could no
longer get at her. The moment of relief turned to horror when she felt
something being pushed up inside her pussy, a thick plastic egg! Would
she have to hold it inside during her scene, or risk it dropping out
right on the stage in front of God and everyone? That worry quickly
left as she felt the big pieces of duct tape Brad had strategicly
placed under the table earlier get firmly pressed in a tight X across
her pussy, holding the egg firmly inside.


Janet almost winced when she thought about how painful the removal of
that tape was going to be, since there would be no way to avoid it
pulling out most of her pubic hair. Unless her juices loosened the
tape, which seemed pretty solid, the egg was going to stay right in
her pussy, and no one would know about it, so she no longer feared the
horrifyingly kinky scenario of having it pop out in the middle of her
speech, but what was the point? She wasn't sure, but it made her very
nervous.


She didn't have time to change for the final scene, so the tape still
held the egg tightly inside her dripping snatch as she walked out to
center stage, under the main spotlight. Nervous, excited, embarassed,
wildly turned on, almost an emotional basket case, she began her
speech - and the egg began as well. It vibrated! Brad stood just
offstage, letting Janet see the remote in his hand, as he made the egg
vibrate at varying speeds and intensities. Janet almost fell to the
floor from the shockwave the first vibrations sent up her spine, the
feeling was so intense as to be almost painful. Brad had a wicked grin
on his face, in spite of almost feeling sorry for Janet. He was sure
Janet would lose it, everyone would see what a slut she was, playing
perverted sex games on stage in front of all those people. It excited
him to be in such control, and to humiliate that stuck-up bitch in
front of everyone she cared about impressing.


Janet was made of stronger stuff than that, though. She never dropped
a line. She virtually glowed as she gave the final lines of the play.
She spoke with emotional intensity, firmly in command of her craft,
expressing her art as best she could as orgasm after orgasm rolled
through her body. The egg, set now at its highest level, seemed to be
directly linked into her nervous system. It was as if God's finger was
pressing directly on her clitoris! Too focused on her delivery, and
holding herself together, she never knew how many times she came, they
all blurred together in one big rolling spasm of energy unlike
anything she had ever experienced. It made that first orgasm Brad had
given her on stage so many months ago seem like a mere sneeze!


Janet finished her lines, and Brad turned off the egg as the audience
exploded into applause! Calls of "Bravo! Bravo!" could be heard. Janet
held herself erect until the curtain fell, but inside she was the
consistency of melted butter. As soon as the curtain was down, she
fell to her knees, unable to stand a second longer. The others in the
cast all rushed out, picked her up, and held her erect for the many
curtain calls the thundering applause of the audience, now all
standing on their feet, demanded they make.


The reviews were stellar. Janet was a star! The other players were
both happy for her, and jealous of her big break. A top-notch company,
whose players were frequently seen in the best stagework on Broadway
and beyond, offered her a place in their cast, and she gratefully
accepted.


She had only one condition, that they give Brad a job as well. Extra
would be fine.


        DV

http://deltavenus.smutisp.com/

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