Acting Dominant

by Tigger

©2008

Chapter 2: Stage Test 1: Act 1, Scene 1: Costume Fitting

   

Ty was far less certain about his decision the next morning when he presented himself at ShaJuana's flat. He'd almost called Juana twice to beg off. Vandalized public phones and his own disconnected service were all that had gotten him this far. He'd just have to tell her to her face that he couldn't do it.

Unfortunately for that plan, telling ShaJuana Price 'no' - particularly face-to-face - was not something at which Tyrone Edwards had ever had any degree of success. Nor was this time the exception that might otherwise prove that rule. Juana had literally dragged him inside the door of her small flat before Ty had so much as drawn breath to speak. And then, she'd laid a finger across his lips to keep him shut up with one hand, while she passed a heavy parchment envelope to him with the other. "Not a word, Ty, until you've opened that and read the note inside."

Baffled, he nodded his head and saw his name written on the envelope. The first thing he noticed was the handwriting. It was exquisite, and somehow, he knew without reading the first word that the author was female and proud of that fact. "Your boss?" he asked, holding up the envelope to ShaJuana.

"I said 'not a word,' Tyrone, until you've read it," his friend replied sternly. "Either read it, or put it down now and we'll forget the whole deal."

Seeing the resolve on his friend's lovely features, Ty shrugged, then broke the old-fashioned wax seal on the envelope. Inside were two items - a note on parchment stationery that matched the envelope, and a crisp, brand-new fifty-dollar bill. Ty glanced longingly at the bill before turning his full attention to unfolding the note and reading its contents.

'Dear Mr. Edwards,

Since you are reading this, I must assume that ShaJuana has managed to convince you to attempt my little project. Once you have read this note, you may keep the enclosed $50.00 even if you elect not to take this any further. ShaJuana has been directed to give you a quick quiz on the contents of this note should you decide to leave. You must pass the quiz in order to keep the money, so I suggest you finish reading my little missive.

What I have in mind is for you to help me play with one of my favorite clients. However, I am a perfectionist when it comes to my vocation, and I must have confidence that you can and will give satisfaction in the role I intend you to fill. In order to evaluate your abilities in this area, I propose two tests: one today, and one tomorrow. If you pass today's test, you will be given the opportunity to attempt tomorrow's challenge. Let me assure you that I will pay you at the end of each test, provided that you make an honest attempt.

I point this out because, in honesty, the tests will be demanding, and for many men in our society, unacceptable to their basic self image. All I ask is that you start each test, and if you do reach a point where you find you cannot continue, be honest enough to share that with ShaJuana and myself.

Today's exercise will be simple enough for you if you are, indeed, the actor ShaJuana believes you are. You must try to dress passably as a woman. Between your own talents and those of ShaJuana, that should not be difficult. Complete this day's challenge successfully, which I insist you prove by having a photograph of you taken en femme, and you will be given another $150.00.

I hasten to add that the picture is not for the purposes of blackmailing you. As an actor, it would be very easy for you to pass off any such attempt as being required for a role - which in fact, it is. No, the picture is to ensure that ShaJuana fulfills her part of this exercise, which is to dress you properly. I know of the friendship between you, and of your current financial need. I also know that you have refused direct financial help from ShaJuana on at least two occasions. Unless she shows me 'before' and 'after' pictures of you, any money you receive will be deducted from her next paycheck.

For an actor, this should be the easiest two hundred dollars you'll ever make, and it will be the prerequisite for taking tomorrow's test.

For now, I won't go into specifics about what I intend to ask of you in that regard as I want your full attention on completing today's test to the best of your ability. I will say that tomorrow's test will be more in nature of 'method' training for the role I have in mind for you should you decide to play with us. If you come tomorrow, and give it your honest, best attempt, I will pay you $1,000, even if in the end either of us decides you cannot go any further.

Consider your options carefully, Mr. Edwards. You risk very little, as anonymity is every bit as vital to my clients and me as it would be to you. No real harm will be inflicted on any person involved in this venture as that would both violate my personal ethics and would ruin my personal pleasure in my play.

I hope to see you tomorrow at 10:00 AM.

Sincerely,

Maitresse Solange'

"Holy shit," Ty muttered softly as he digested the unknown woman's words for a moment. She was right, he told himself. There was nothing about what she wanted him to do that couldn't be written off as preparation for part in a play - a strange play, certainly, but a play nonetheless. Come to that, it wasn't any more off-the-wall than learning to dance like a hip-hop music video girl for that first play with ShaJuana. And if no one was going to get hurt in all this. . . well, for TWELVE HUNDRED BUCKS, cripes, but he hadn't had that much money at one time in - well, he couldn't even remember when he had. He could handle a whole lot of teasing for that kind of money. Smiling for the first time that day, Ty raised his hand in the air like a school boy who needed to go to the bathroom. "Can I talk, now, teacher?"

"Smartass," ShaJuana said with a rueful grin. Then she picked up a small recording device and turned it on. "Are you going to stay and finish today's exercises, Mr. Edwards?" she went on, in formal tones.

"Yes, ShaJuana, I will stay and do my best."

For just a moment, she shut her eyes in something like relief, before reaching over and turning off the recorder. "Glad that's over. The Maitresse can be the most total bitch when she's crossed. Now, you can keep that fifty without worrying about whether it is really my money."

"She evidently knows a lot about me," Ty said carefully. "Including how close our friendship is."

Serious again, ShaJuana nodded. "She had to know, Ty, before she decided to trust you even this far. She has to protect our clients and the other girls who work for her at the dungeon. I think it was the fact that you wouldn't take any money from me, even when you needed it to stay in that rathole flat of yours is what convinced her to give you a try in this role."

"Okay, I can understand that. So what's the plan for today? Leather bustiers, latex panties and fishnet stockings?"

"Hah, you wish!"

"What? I wish?"

"Can't go for a nice walk in the park in full-up Domme gear, honey."

"HEY, no one said anything about going out. . "

"And we won't, unless I think you'll pass and you're willing. . "

"Which I won't. . ."

"For another fifty bucks," ShaJuana said coaxingly. "Which, combined with the other two hundred she promised you will be enough to keep your landlord off your back for a few more days. Maitresse said that if the after pictures come from that little photo-booth outside the park, she'd spring for the extra fifty as a bonus," 'Juana wheedled.

That stopped Ty in mid-sentence. Unfortunately, her assessment of the current state of his finances and his landlord's patience was only too true. "Bitch," he finally breathed, before giving her a bashful smile. "You promise you'll be honest with me? About passing?"

"Would I lie to you, Ty-RONE?!?"

"I won't answer that," he sniffed, and barely managed to duck the flying pillow that answered him. "So, to ask again, what's on the costume manager's list for today?"

"Nothing too unusual. Couple outfits, actually - just basic everyday stuff. Think sexy girl next door," then she grinned wickedly, "except for a pair of two, well, maybe three inch high heels. You'll need the practice."

"Three inch heels? You're kidding, right?"

ShaJuana smiled wickedly. "Nope. If you pull this gig off, you'll need them. Hey, the shortest I wear when I'm working a sub measure five inches, honey. For the scene, Maitresse will probably put you in four-inchers, at least, but you'd be kinda conspicuous walking around downtown in those ankle-breakers - particularly if you're a slow learner. Think of it as easing yourself into the role slowly."

"Slow learner, my ass. So, where do I stand for my before-pic?" he asked, looking around for a decent backdrop for his first portrait of the day.

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"Into the shower, ty-RONE," ShaJuana ordered sternly from behind the small bathroom's closed door. "That hair remover should be just about done."

"Thank you, God," he breathed as he scampered for the relief of cool, running water to wash away the liquid fire she'd rubbed everywhere that wasn't covered by the Speedo swimsuit his friend had provided for his modesty.

ShaJuana peaked through in the doorway, smiling as she heard heartfelt sighs of relief issue from the other side of the shower curtain. "Better get those trunks off, Ty, and soap up your crotch and butt real good. The hot soapy water will soften those pubes of yours and make them easier for me to shave for you."

Ty's head burst out from a crack between the curtain-halves, the two panes clutched tightly about his body to preserve what little dignity he still possessed. "Shave?!? Down there?!? You're shitting me!"

Smiling, 'Juana shook her head slowly, while dangling an unopened economy package of pink "Lady Bic" razors up for his examination. "Gotta be done, boy. Part of the costume, Ty. Maitresse's orders. Don't want no scraggly ol' guy-pubes showin' when you work our client. So, either you shave off what's left, or I do. And I figure those precious jewels are gonna be a whole lot safer in my hands than yours. Least-ways, I can see what I'm doin' down there, but hey, it's your choice. " She watched her friend struggle with this next step. Clearly, he hadn't fully digested that they were going to have to be nude or nearly nude in each other's presence; something that brought a whole new level of intimacy into their heretofore platonic if flirtatious relationship.

In a less teasing voice, she said again, "If we do the scene, I'm going to see your treasures in all their glory, anyway, so it might as well be now. I am pretty good with a razor around the, ah, sensitive bits, ya know. I do mine every week, and have done more than a couple of my darlin' little sissy boys, too," she added, "at the dungeon. Of course," she added, in an exaggeratedly reflective tone, "I did those with a straight razor. I think I have one if. . ."

"NO!" Ty bellowed, retreating back under the shower and letting the water stream down his body. Then, with a dripping shrug, he slipped out of the trunks, extended them out between the curtains, and tossed them to the floor at ShaJuana's feet. They made, he decided, a rather satisfyingly wet 'splat' when they hit, and he could only hope they'd splashed Juana. "Those safety razors will be just fine, thankyouverymuch!"

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"Relax, Ty, I promise I won't cut off anything important!"

"I know that in my head, but . . . "

"I know," ShaJuana said with a giggle, "It's your little head down here that's not getting the message. Not that it's all that little. Maybe you do have a future in adult vids, after all." She gave the length of his penis a sensually teasing slide with her soapy hand. "Mmmmmmmm," she purred suggestively from deep in her throat, "You DO have a nice one, white boy."

"Juana! Don't DO that!"

"Oh pooh, Ty. Just relax and enjoy it, okay? Besides, it's easier to get a smooth shave when the skin is taut." Another fondle had him shuddering. Women and sex, like money, had been in sadly short supply in recent times. It was all he could do to hold back the eruption that nearly overwhelmed his control as his ebony Amazon drew the razor down the center of his scrotum.

And besides - this was 'Juana! His best friend, the angelic-Ty standing piously atop his right shoulder reminded him. She was, in the final analysis, just another buddy, for all she was a girl. Kind of like a sister, right?

Like HELL, the little devil leering at her form his perch on Ty's left shoulder shouted in his mind. ShaJuana wasn't his sister and she wasn't JUST a girl - she was a damned GORGEOUS girl, and to hell with this 'just buddies' crap!!

Before the little angel could retaliate with a suitable riposte to that argument, the little devil won. "I get to do you!" Ty blurted, and instantly regretted it as her grip on his manhood suddenly tightened reflexively.

"Do me. . .WHAT, Ty-rone?" she demanded, her eyes wide and her lips a tight line.

Swallowing hard, he considered backing down and making a joke. Only, he realized, he didn't think it was a joke. "I want to shave you," he managed to get past the lump in his throat. "Ummm, down there. . . . some time. . ."

For a moment, he was sure he'd blown it, and then her face relaxed into the teasing smile that he'd learned to beware. "Do you really?" she mused, her hands returning to her task. "Well, maybe I'll let you." And the smile went from teasing to . . . something more.

Ty goggled, and ShaJuana laughed. "Maybe," she repeated. "Afterwards."

"After what? You're done doing me?"

Juana laughed throatily at that. "Hell, no, cute-thing. Sometime AFTER we blow my slave boy's mind together and after Maitresse pays you for what had damn well better be the most stellar performance of your acting career tomorrow." She leaned over, hinting at her mouth going to his now-throbbing manhood, then bent back up and gave him a quick pecking kiss on the tip of his nose. "Consider that offer as motivation for getting into your role, sweetie."

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