My Summer Job – Part Sixteen (Exhib, Humil, Public Nudity)
BY: Hooked6 (Copyright 2007 by: Hooked6@hotmail.com)
That night while lying in bed I recalled all the things that had happened to me. I was on a high then I hit a deep low as I recalled the bad parts like the guard chasing me, seeing the principal or that creepy boy in the truck at the mall and what he might be doing to my clothing. I decided that even if the girls returned clothes I had left behind at the mall, I was going to burn them! There was no way I could ever wear them again, not if he did what I thought he did to them anyway. I couldn’t take the chance. When all was said and done, I wasn’t sure exactly how I felt about all this exposure. I was confused to be sure. I decided not to try and figure things out anymore and just try to get some sleep.
Since the next day was Saturday, I slept in – really slept in, until noon! I was awakened by the sound of the phone ringing. My mom called down the hall, “Britney, it’s your boss.”
I sprang up in bed and went to the phone. “Hello Amy.” I said trying to sound wide awake and professional even though my eyes were still half shut.
“Britney, sorry to call on such short notice but something has come up and I have an opening for someone to work another special event tonight. Are you interested?”
“Yeah sure, I guess so.”
“Great. Meet me at the office at 3 o’clock this afternoon and I’ll tell you all about it.”
“Okay I’ll be there. Three o’clock at the office. See you then. Bye.”
Things had been rather slow at the office lately regarding special events. Serving food samples at the supermarket wasn’t really going to help me get my new furniture for the apartment. I wanted everything to be in place before I moved in so that if my mom visited, she’d be impressed. This job tonight could be a big step in making that happen. I didn’t really know what it was but surely it wasn’t another lame function at the grocery store. At least I was hoping it wasn’t.
I took a shower and got myself ready for work and headed downtown. As I parked my car, I got this eerie feeling in the pit of my stomach as I walked out of the parking garage. Just the night before I had walked these very stairs NAKED! I imagined what that would be like if it was in broad daylight! I got Goosebumps just thinking about it. No, I had to put such ideas out of my head. I needed to quit all this stuff before something bad happened to me and the chances were high that something bad would indeed happen if I kept up this nonsense with Tracy and Anna.
My boss, Amy, seemed pleased that I had volunteered to help and that fact made me feel proud and appreciated. I liked pleasing my boss. She was my ticket out.
“So, what’s the function?” I finally asked as she finished some paperwork.
“Britney, tonight you’re going to be a star.”
“Well, not exactly a star but you are going to appear in a play.”
“A play?? You mean in a real theatre? I can’t act!” I protested. “Besides I’m scared to death of being in front of people.”
“Oh, you’ll do fine,” she said encouragingly. “It’s only a bit part. The actress who normally does this role is in the hospital. She had to have her appendix out last night.”
“But . . . there’s no time to learn my lines, or practice what I have to do, where to go on stage, or . . .”
“Calm down,” Amy said reassuringly. “I wouldn’t send you on this job if I didn’t think you could do it. It’s really easy. Now just sit down and relax a bit while I tell you a little about it. It’s a production of the Alternative Theatrical Group – ATG for short. They put on offbeat productions at the old Grayson Theatre. They have a really large following and some of their actors are really quite well-known.”
So far, you’re not helping me feel too confident,” I said nervously.
Amy laughed. “Okay, how’s this? The play is about an old inventor who comes up with these wild inventions that never seem to work. That is until one day when his longtime friend gets into trouble and the professor must create an invention that can save him. It’s really a marvelous play. I’ve seen it, twice in fact.”
“So, what do I have to do?”
“You play the part of a human-like robot, an android I think they call it. Before you panic you don’t have any lines to learn so relax. You’ll be wearing this silver-colored body stocking with all these little lights on it – cute, isn’t it?” she asked as she held it up. “For the play, initially, you’ll be covered up with this white cloth drape. It has a small screen mesh here in front so that you can see out of it. Anyway, before you go on stage you’ll step onto a small platform with wheels while wearing this drape. An actor will wheel you on stage and when the time is right, he will lift off the drape revealing the professor’s latest invention – that’s you, the robot – to the audience.
“If I have no lines and all I have to do is stand there, why can’t they use a mannequin?”
“Well actually they can’t. You may have no lines but you do have some acting to do. When the professor demonstrates his invention, he will ask you to raise your arm, but you are to raise your leg instead. And when he asks you to raise your leg you raise your arm. Whatever he asks you to do, just do the opposite, otherwise just stand there without moving. You see, you are one of the inventions of his that doesn’t work exactly right. Anyway, you’ll have to stand there during some dialog while the actors discuss the professor’s invention, then the scene is over and you’ll be wheeled out and be done for the night. As luck would have it you appear early in the play so you’ll be able to go home early too.”
“I don’t know,” I lamented. “I’m not sure I can do it and I certainly wouldn’t want to ruin the play.”
“Oh, it’s only for one night and they’re counting on you. I already told them I had the perfect girl for the part. It’s too late to get somebody else. Besides,” she said winking at me. “It pays $500.00.”
“Well, why didn’t you say so,” I chided her. “I guess I’m game.”
“Let’s get you into the costume and see how it looks. I may have to make a few alterations in order for it to fit you.”
She had me remove all my clothing. I couldn’t wear any undergarments as the body-stocking was supposed to fit snugly like it was my metal robotic skin or something. As it turned out Amy did have to take the garment in around the sides and waist. It took a while but when she had finished it fit like it was designed just for me. It was quite tight on my body but Amy explained it was supposed to fit that way. I was supposed to be not only a robot but a truly life-like one at that. Well, if I was supposed to be a metal life-like robot, the suit fulfilled its role admirably. When I looked in the mirror, I was surprised that the suit accentuated every part of my body, every curve, both my nipples were quite apparent and my breasts looked like they too were unsupported and quite natural.
“Check this out,” she said as she flipped a switch in back. All at once I was lighted up like a Christmas tree with blinking diodes everywhere. It was really cool. I liked it!!
Amy handed me my cover sheet and went over the directions on how to get to the theatre. “I think I know where it is. Do I have to check in with anybody when I get there?”
“No, they’ll know who you are by your costume. Just go around back of the theatre and use the stage entrance. If anyone has any questions just tell them CSI sent you.”
It sounded easy enough. I didn’t have much time. It was almost 6 o’clock and the play started at 7 o’clock. Fortunately, the theatre was only a few minutes away by car. Despite my initial reticence at taking this job, I began to feel pretty good about it. And of course, I already had my money spent in my mind. I knew exactly what I would buy for my apartment that I had yet to actually live in.
I had to park up the street from the theatre as the main parking lots were for paying patrons only. I took my key and put it on my wristwatch and got out of my car to check the parking meter to see if I was required to pay on a weekend. Fortunately, the meters were only required on weekdays. As I was still on the sidewalk in front of my car looking at the meter, I heard a female voice say, “Well, well, well, look who we have here!”
I turned around and saw three teenaged girls approaching me menacingly.
At first, I thought they were going to make fun of my robot body-stocking. “It’s for a play,” I explained. “It’s my costume.”
“Recognize her girls?” the taller girl asked.
“Oh yeah, no mistaking this celebrity,” One replied mockingly.
“Oh, I’m not a celebrity. I’m just filling in for the regular girl. She’s sick tonight.” I explained nervously hoping they had me confused with somebody else. If that regular actress had somehow pissed these girls off, I wanted to be sure they knew I wasn’t her. “My name’s Britney.”
“Britney huh,” the tall one said. “Hear that, girls, we know her name now.”
I began to get nervous as they proceeded to circle around me. “Look I haven’t done anything to you. I don’t even know who you are. I’m late for my play. I don’t want any trouble here. I’m sure you are mistaking me for somebody else, honest.”
“Hear that? She’s doesn’t know who we are.” the tall one again said sarcastically. “Well, missy, we are from Jefferson High School – Home of the Fighting Panthers. Does that school ring a bell, Hmmm? And we certainly have the right girl, see?” She then held up her cell phone which showed a picture of me naked, pissing on their school mascot!
“Everyone knows who YOU are. Your picture is all over school,” another girl said.
My heart began to pound and my palms grew sweaty. I tried to run but they had me blocked in. There was no use in denying it was me as they could plainly tell it was – even in my stupid robot get up.
“Look, it wasn’t my idea. Someone forced me to do it.” I said in a panic.
“SURE, they did,” the tall one mocked as she grabbed the front of my body stocking tearing it a little.
“Uh, oh. Look, it tore.” She said chuckling. “Not very well made if it can’t stand a little stress, is it?” With that she pulled on the garment all the more causing the tear to widen revealing my left boob.
“She’s not wearing a bra,” another girl said. “I think she LIKES flaunting her body in public.”
“Let’s help her out,” the tall one said. “Get her, girls!”
NO WAIT!!!! STOP!!!!” I pleaded to no avail. In a flash I was on the ground with hands all over me ripping here, tearing there. I struggled madly which only seemed to please my attackers. Soon my costume was in shreds and I was naked on the sidewalk. One of the girls took a picture of me laying there next to my torn clothes and said she was going to send it to everyone at her school so that they would know what happens to people who mess with Jefferson High.
They left me naked, whimpering, totally defeated and utterly humiliated. What was I going to do? The play started in a short while and my boss was counting on me. There was no way I could explain the real reason why I was attacked. My boss would think even less of me then. I could always just go home but that would surely jeopardize my job at CSI.
I regained my senses, picked myself up and sat in my car trying to think of what to do. There aren’t many options when one is naked, laying on a sidewalk in the middle of downtown!
My Summer Job – Part Seventeen
BY: Hooked6 (Copyright 2007 by: Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Finally, I came up with an idea. I would take my cover sheet, put it over my head and walk to the theatre. It had a screened area at the front of the cover sheet so I could see where I was going so the plan should work. I figured once inside I could look around and find a replacement costume. Surely, they had more than one! If not, I would find something else to wear.
I draped the garment over my head and headed towards the stage entrance. Upon reaching it I knocked on the door. A man answered it saying, “Yes?”
“I’m from Creative Services, Inc. I’m the . . .”
“Oh, the replacement robot. Sure, come on in!” he said in a welcoming voice as he led me into the darkened backstage area. “Peter, your replacement robot is here.”
“FINALLY!” he said a bit put out. “YOU should have been here an hour ago.” He looked at me for a minute and said, “Are you all clear on what to do?”
“Yes, I think so.”
“What’s your name?” He asked with pen in hand.
“Britney, Britney Adams,” I answered. He wrote it down and called to another man working on the set. “Here, give this to the announcer.”
He then led me to the wheeled platform Amy told me about. “Stand here, the play is about to start. When it’s time, you’ll go out on this. Until then just hold your place on this dolly, okay?””
“I understand.” I said as he left me. As soon as he did, I began turning my head around seeing if I could spot any wardrobe racks, a trunk or anything that might contain a replacement costume.
I was startled a bit when I heard a loud voice coming over the PA system saying, “Good Evening ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to the Grayson Theatre, home of the Alternative Theatrical Group, your source for leading edge entertainment. Tonight, the role of Betty the Android will be played by Ms. Britney Adams.” Hearing my name announced to the audience as if I were a big celebrity made me feel really important and I swelled up with pride! He then went on to make a few general announcements followed by a loud round of applause. It sounded as though the house was full and that thought made me really nervous! I assumed the play had started because I heard two men speaking dialog loudly on stage. I knew my scene was somewhat early in the play but, surely, I had time to find something to wear.
Just then a stage hand of some type walked by and I whispered, “Excuse me.”
“Yes miss?” he said as he stopped to see what I wanted.
“Where do they keep the costumes?”
“Why do you want to know? You’re all ready to go aren’t you?”
“Um, yes, but I need to know where to put mine when I’m through,” I said rather pleased with my impromptu answer.
“Oh, there are a couple of racks back there,” he said pointing behind me. “Just put it on either one of them. Break a leg sweetheart.” He then went about his business.
I slowly turned around on the dolly and, though it was hard to see well because of the darkened nature of the backstage area as well as trying to look through the screened mesh, I finally spotted the racks he was talking about. There were indeed a bunch of items on hangers. I looked carefully and spotted something silvery and thought: that must be it! Another costume!
I looked around to see if anyone was watching me and everyone seemed busy facing the stage exit paying attention to the play. Now was my chance. I carefully stepped off the platform and quietly made my way over to the rack of costumes and began moving them aside one by one looking for that robot costume I thought I had seen. I was sure it was here. I kept frantically looking until I spotted it! There it was; an exact duplicate of my former body-stocking. I was about to slide one last garment over on the rack so I could reach it when someone grabbed my arm, “THERE YOU ARE!” he said in an excited whisper, “YOU’RE ON!!!” he then yanked me away from the rack and quickly ushered me back onto the platform and began rolling me towards the stage entrance.
“WAIT!!!” I whispered in a panic.
“No time . . .” he said as he pushed me right to the edge of the stage curtain. Through the bright lights illuminating the stage I saw an actor in a white lab coat, which I took to be that professor-inventor guy, coming right towards me. “Just wait until you see THIS invention,” he said to the audience as he pushed me to center stage. “You won’t be mocking me anymore!”
“Are you sure?” the other actor said as he stood looking at me. “What is it, a new and improved toaster?” The audience laughed as my heart was pounding away. What was I going to do?
“No,” the professor said, “It’s my greatest invention, a life-sized, anatomically correct, human android!” With that my covering drape was pulled right off my body in one fell swoop leaving me standing naked before a stunned audience and the actors as well!! There was a collective gasp from the crowd and then the theatre went completely silent. and I mean COMPLETELY silent. I didn’t know what to do so I just stood there frozen with fear! All those people were looking right at me! I was in the spotlight. All eyes were riveted on my exposed flesh. There was no escaping it.
The other actor recovered enough to continue with his lines. “My, my, it is LIFE-LIKE, isn’t it?” he said reaching out and poking his finger on my right breast to which I responded by letting out a little squeal. “Sensitive too,” he added to which everyone in the audience laughed.
I wasn’t sure if he was ad-libbing or if those were his real lines but it was apparent to me the audience thought this was all part of the play.
“Does it work?” the man asked the inventor.
“Does it work?? Of course, it does. It understands English too, watch this. Betty, raise your right leg.”
That was my cue. I had to think. What was I supposed to do? Amy told me but I couldn’t remember. I was starting to feel faint then I remembered and raised my right arm. The audience howled. They thought I was funny.
The professor lowered my arm and said, “Ahem, Betty let’s try this again. RAISE YOUR RIGHT ARM!”
I awkwardly balanced myself and raised my LEG instead of my arm. The audience howled once again. I was enjoying myself. I was a smash! Then I realized that standing there with my leg raised everyone in the audience, especially those in the first few rows, could see right up between my legs and I felt a tiny droplet of moisture start to slowly slide down the leg I was standing on!! I guess when I raised my leg it let gravity work on the accumulated moisture that seemed to have made it presence known the moment they wheeled me on stage. “Oh no, please, not now!” I mentally pleaded to myself.
I had to hold my pose while the two actors walked around me – the professor with a puzzled look as if he was trying to figure out what was going wrong with his invention and the other actor smiling as if he was saying I told you so! I figured that was all part of the original play – until the friend of the professor made an obvious point of looking right at my crotch while my leg was still raised!! He was looking directly at my pussy right there on stage in front of everybody!! I could even feel his breath against my skin. He then looked back at the audience, made some kind of gesture to them with his back to me which made the crowd laugh hysterically.
“Professor, you really outdid yourself this time. Why she’s got all of her parts reacting just like a real human!” The crowd laughed again. I was sure he was making fun of my vaginal wetness and I blushed horribly.
“Yes, yes,” the professor said. “I modeled her after your wife!” The laughter continued. “But I don’t understand WHY she isn’t working?”
“Probably because you used my wife for inspiration, SHE doesn’t work either!” the man said. Even I laughed at that one but I quickly tried to stifle my smile and remain in character.
The two talked about me and the professor’s other failed inventions as I stood there with my leg still raised. I was so embarrassed and my leg was getting very tired. I was afraid I felt a cramp coming on. I looked about the audience and, to me at least, everyone seemed to be paying attention to my body – NOT the other two actors.
The professor returned to my place and swiveled the dolly around so that my backside was facing the audience. I felt him pinching my skin and poking a few places as if he was pushing some hidden buttons of some kind. If I had the real costume on, I was sure there would have actually been buttons to push! Instead, all I was doing was letting the crowd now examine my naked butt!
“Everything seems in order,” he finally said and turned the dolly around. He then pushed my leg down and repeated his command, “Betty, Raise your right leg.” I screwed up and did exactly as he said and raised my right leg – but then in a panic I remembered I was supposed to do the opposite of what he said so I immediately put it down and raised my arm. I did it in such a hurry that I literally smacked the professor in the face! The audience uproariously howled again. Thank heavens they thought my mistake was all part of the act!
“I think she needs some adjusting.” The professor said as he walked over and reached for the covering drape that he had thrown on the stage floor earlier.
The other man walked over to me and interjected, “Uh Professor, I’d be happy to take her home and adjust her knobs for you if you’d like.” He then tweaked my left nipple as if adjusting the volume knob on a radio. The crowd was literally falling over with laughter now and many began to applaud. I on the other hand was mortified. This stranger was fondling my boob in front of hundreds of people and I didn’t even know the man!
“The professor swatted the man’s hand away and said, “No, you would probably break her . . . just like you did to your wife!” Once again, I was forced to try and keep from laughing. These guys were hilarious!
The professor threw the drape awkwardly on top of my head and shoulders and pushed me off the stage. As I was leaving, I got a huge applause. They LIKED me. They actually liked me!! What a rush.
Back stage several people patted me on the back. “Great job!” many said. While others said, “Why did Peter wait so long to change the script? This is the best show ever!”
Mercifully, I felt that I had done my part to make the most of an adverse situation and nobody seemed mad at me. I quickly threw the cover over my head and left the theatre just as everyone’s attention returned to the play. I couldn’t wait to get out of there.
On the drive home I couldn’t help but replay the events in my mind and I got so horny I had to take care of business “down there” while I was driving. I had never done that before!
Then my mind turned to those Jefferson High Girls. They said everyone at their school knew who I was and if their animosity towards me was any indication I was in for a world of hurt. I KNEW Tracy taking that picture was a bad idea. I should have put my foot down!!
The following Monday Amy was seated at her desk. She looked quite serious as she called me over. “Britney, what on earth did you do at that play?” she asked. Her tone and demeanor were all official and serious. I began to think that she had heard what I had done and appeared naked on stage and she must have thought it reflected badly on her company. Perhaps the director, Peter what’s-his-name, complained or something.
“Ah . . . about that . . . well you see . . .”
“Save it sister,” she said firmly. My heart literally stopped beating. Any second now she was going to fire me, I just knew it. Bye-bye apartment, bye-bye respectability in my mom’s eyes.
She looked up at me then smiled and said, “And you said you couldn’t act. They are holding the show over another week and they want you to play Betty the Robot again. Peter told me to tell you not to change a thing. He wants you to do your part just like you did on Saturday!”
“Oh . . . um . . . I don’t know what to say.”
“I do,” she said, “You’re going to say you’ll be there.”
I just smiled. If only she knew. If only she knew.
My Summer Job – Part Eighteen (Exhib, Humil, Public Nudity)
BY: Hooked6 (Copyright 2007 by: Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Amy paid me my money and I wasted no time after getting off work in heading to the furniture store. I managed to acquire a modest – no make that a cheap, bedroom suite. At last, I now owned a bed, a dresser and a couple of night stands. It wasn’t anything to brag about, but it was new and more importantly, it was MINE! It felt good to buy things with my own money.
The store delivered the items the next day and I spent at least an hour sitting in the only furnished room in my new apartment. It felt good! After next Saturday I’d have enough to get some living and dining room stuff and I’d be ready to move in!
The rest of my week at the office was pretty boring, until Friday. That’s when I got a call from Jessica. “Did you see your write-up in the newspaper?” she asked excitedly.
“Write up? What write up?”
“It’s in the Friday Entertainment section. There’s a piece about the play, ‘The Professor Comes Through,’ and you’re in the article!”
“I am??!!” I said nearly choking on my words. “What . . . What does it say?”
“Well, it says the play is being held over due to tremendous response to last week’s performance. Here I’ll read the best part to you: “Phones have been ringing off the hook since last week’s performance. Peter Wiesdale, the show’s director, attributes the unexpected recent popularity of the play in part due to the amazing performance of Betty the Robot played by Britney Adams, a local actress new to the theatre group. Britney unexpectedly stole the show when she appeared nude on stage as a life-like android named Betty the Robot. ‘She definitely has talent,’ Wiesdale said of the Ms. Adams. ‘When we announced that she will be reappearing in her role this Saturday ticket sales soared,’ according to the play’s Director. The play is a total sell out. The Alternative Theatre Group is a non-profit organization dedicated to blah, blah, blah . . .” Jessica said cutting the article short.
Holy crap! “This was in the newspaper??!” I asked with my voice breaking.
“Yeah, in today’s Entertainment section. There were no pictures of you though. So, what do you think? You didn’t tell me you were an actress! I’m very impressed.”
“Yeah, a NAKED one,” I said feeling sorry for myself.
“And you were worried about me sending that picture of you peeing on the Jefferson High mascot! All the while you were appearing on stage naked! What a hoot!”
Little did she know WHY I ended up naked on stage? It was all because of that stupid photo she started on its rounds. I just couldn’t continue talking about this with her. I was too embarrassed. “Say, Jess, I’ve got to go. Thanks for letting me know. Bye.” I hung up the phone and stared off into space.
“What’s wrong with you?” Amy asked as she passed my desk. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost or something. Your color isn’t so good either.”
“Um, to tell the truth, I’m feeling a little sick. Would it be okay if I went home early?”
“Sure, I suppose so. You ARE going to make that show tomorrow night, aren’t you?” she asked with grave concern.
“Ah, sure I think so. You can count on me.” I said as I gathered up my things. “Maybe it was just something I ate at breakfast.”
“You take care of yourself. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
“Oh sure, Peter gave me a couple of complimentary tickets, sort of his way of saying thanks for sending you on. I have two for you too if you’d care to invite anyone.” She then handed me the tickets and I thanked her.
My first thought was to try and get to the paper at home and destroy that Entertainment section before my mom saw it. She usually reads the paper first thing in the morning but she doesn’t always finish it right away. Maybe if I was lucky, she hadn’t got to that part yet.
I drove along lost in my thoughts when the full realization hit me. My name was in the paper! EVERYONE now knows what I’ll be doing at the theatre tomorrow. They’ll all be expecting to see me naked! Doing it because you were forced to it due to a bad chain of events was one thing, but doing it on your own – on purpose – is quite another! I thought about all the people that might have read about me and wondered what they were thinking. Maybe they would assume it was another Britney Adams and not me.
Who was I kidding? It’s not like I have a common name like John Smith. Of course, they’ll assume it was me!! Why couldn’t they have left out that part about me being nude on stage? It would have been a nice little article about my acting skills without mentioning my body.
I tried to comfort myself by saying that lots of female actresses appear nude on film. But I wasn’t one of them! I was just a high school dropout. When will this ever end? Just when I thought things were going my way.
When I walked into the house my mom was surprised to see me. “What’s wrong, Britney, why are you home so early?”
“I don’t feel well,” I said feigning the look of illness.
“Oh REALLY,” My mom asked skeptically? It was as if she knew exactly why I wasn’t feeling well. Like before I wasn’t going to tip my hat and admit to anything more than I absolutely had to do.
“I’m going to my room and rest awhile. Mind if I take today’s paper with me?” I asked as I picked it up from the coffee table.
“No, I’m through with it, help yourself.”
My hand shook a little as I carried it along to my room. It was as if I was carrying a poisonous snake or something. Once inside I shut my door, pounced on my bed and began digging through the paper to find the Entertainment section. It wasn’t there! I checked again and there was no mistake. It wasn’t there.
A feeing of doom came over me as I thought of what I was going to do next. I decided to re-check the living room just to be sure it wasn’t lying about someplace else. My mom caught me rummaging around the room and asked, “Looking for something?”
My legs grew weak at her question. “Ah, have you seen the Entertainment section?”
“Sure,” she said confidently. I looked at her waiting for the other shoe to drop. She finally added, “I gave it to our neighbor Mrs. Winslow. She was looking for a movie to see tonight and asked to borrow it. I can go and get it for you if you would like? I’m sure she’s done with it by now.”
It wasn’t what she said that gave me a little solace but what she DIDN’T say. Besides, there was no sense in tempting fate. “No, that’s okay. That’s what I wanted it for too, but I really don’t feel like going out anyway.”
I returned to my room and stayed there the rest of the day.
The following morning, I got a call from Jessica. “Hey girl,” she said sweetly. “I tried like crazy to get two tickets to the show tonight and the paper was right it was sold out! My boyfriend and I really wanted to see it! You work for ATG, any chance of getting a couple of tickets for me? Surely you must have connections somewhere. After all you’re the star!”
“Yeah, I’ve got a couple of tickets you can have,” I said, instantly regretting the words as they left my mouth. I couldn’t believe what I had just offered. One of my closest friends was going to see me naked – no wait, make that one of my closest friends and her boyfriend were going to see me naked all because I made it possible!! They wouldn’t have even had tickets if I hadn’t opened my big, fat mouth.
“SWEET!” she said almost yelling into the phone. “Troy is going to be so happy! When can I come over and pick them up?”
There was no way I wanted her coming over to my house. She was such a scatterbrain that I was sure she’d inadvertently spill the beans to my mom! “There’s no need to make a special trip over here,” I told her. “I’ll put them in an envelope with your name on it and leave them at the ‘Will Call’ window at the theatre.”
“GREAT!” I can’t WAIT to see you tonight. This is even better than the picture you sent me! Look for me in the audience. I’ll be the one waving at you, okay.”
“Yeah sure . . . Look I’ve got to go. Have fun tonight.” I hung up the phone and thought about how many other people I knew that might have somehow managed to procure tickets to tonight’s performance.
Later that afternoon I showered and paid special attention to my body. I really worked on my hair getting it just right. I even trimmed my pubic hair a little more to make it look neat and sharply defined. I was too chicken to shave it off though. There was something about its presence that made me feel less naked than if my pubes were completely gone.
I picked up my white drape and realized that I could actually dress for the ride over to the theatre. That was weird. Upon arriving I decided to park closer to the theatre just in case those Jefferson High thugs were roaming about. I found a spot pretty close to the front entrance. People were everywhere and the play wasn’t for TWO hours yet.
When I got out of the car I saw why. Scalpers were hawking tickets at three times their face value, and the surprising part was that people were actually PAYING that price. The play surely wasn’t THAT good. They were willing to pay that price, I thought, because of me – getting a chance to see a local girl naked! I wasn’t quite sure what to make of that.
As I approached the theatre, I heard someone say, I’ll bet that’s her!” The girl ran up to me and asked excitedly, “Are you Britney Adams? Can I have your autograph?”
At first, I was going to deny my own identity but the very idea that someone actually thought of me as a celebrity in my small town was pretty cool. I was always told at home that I was a loser and now suddenly I was popular. Before I could answer a few more people came over and asked for my autograph too.
Taking one girl’s program I asked, “Who do I make it out to?”
“Carole,” she said smiling like a kid on Christmas day.
“To Carole,” I wrote, “Thanks for your support, Britney Adams.” I gave it back to her and she looked at it like it was really something important. I did the same thing a few more times and each person seemed genuinely appreciative. They stayed and asked me a few questions like “was I nervous my first time on stage?” I truthfully answered that I was terrified!
“Do you have any other productions you will be featured in coming up?” one guy asked.
“Nothing firm at present,” I replied. I felt like someone I had seen on TV at a press conference or something. All that was missing, I thought, was the red carpet! (Sorry I have an over-active imagination, I know, but I truthfully was feeling like a real actress just then and I was eating it up. Yes, I know it was just a local community theatre production but it was all new to me!)
I finally excused myself saying that I had to get backstage.
Once I was admitted through the stage entrance, Peter greeted me warmly. I wasn’t sure what he had thought of my stunt the last time we had met. There was a time I even thought he had lodged a complaint about me with my boss. Ah, what the sound of money will do to one’s perception. Success breeds success I had always heard and his play was certainly now successful.
He put his arm around me and ushered me forward, “Let’s get those clothes off and get you into make-up. We didn’t do that the last time and the glare was atrocious!”
His words struck home. I hadn’t thought about being naked backstage. I had just figured I go into a restroom, strip off and cover-up like last time waiting for my turn on stage.