Acting Dominant

by Tigger

©2008

Chapter 5: Stage Test 2: The Admirable Tina

 

He was beginning to fidget in the uncomfortable heels when a stern voice called from within the room for 'the maid' to enter. For just a moment, the man in him faltered, but only for a moment. Then the actor within him called out, "Curtain!" whereupon Ty released himself to his role. With all his skill and will, he would become Tina. Taking one last deep breath (or at least, as deep as the cursed corset crushing her diaphragm would permit) she opened the door, and stepped inside.

As the door closed behind her, the actor carefully scanned the staging the room provided. Her first reaction was that this space had plucked directly out of the old 1930's, black and white film version of the 'Scarlet Pimpernel.' Then someone had colorized everything and moved the room here. There was a huge stone fireplace, what appeared to be authentic antique furniture, and an exquisite chandelier, designed to look as if it were lighted by candles instead of electric bulbs. Moreover, the room still retained the dark and shadowed mood of the old film despite the light provided by the fire and the chandelier.

It was then that Tina caught her first glimpse of the woman who had to be the Maitresse Solange.

If the room had been taken from a bygone age and a bygone style of living, then the woman who sat enthroned therein seemed utterly at home with both. She was, in a word, magnificent. In that era, and in that lifestyle, this woman would clearly have been the undisputed matriarch of the aristocratic family that made this place their ancestral home.

Maitresse Solange had taken as much or more care with her own costume as she had directed for Tina. Oddly, her dress covered her completely, revealing only the skin of her face and hands, and yet, Tina wondered to herself, had she ever seen a more femininely enticing dress? The answer was a resounding "No!" La Maitresse had done both her face and her hair in styles that appeared to fit the era evoked by the staging around them both, but it was her cool, grey eyes that captured and held Tina's attention.

A hint of a smile twitched at the corner of Solange's mouth, but that instantly curled into a sneer. "Well, girl, what are you waiting for?"

Startled by the snapped out question, Tina jumped and almost slipped, but caught her balance at the last second. "Pardonez-moi, Maitresse. Vous me demandez?"

Tina was pleased to see the older woman momentarily hesitate at her use of her barely recalled high school French, but Maitresse recovered quickly. "How many times must I tell you, girl, that not all my friends speak French and that I expect you to speak English in my employ?!?"

Tina flushed at the reprimand, and felt embarrassed at the imaginary failure, such was the power of the older woman's personality. How would a maid react to this type of reprimand? Okay, she thought, act submissive - what else? - and use a bad accent.

Holding her hands together in front of her apron, Tina replied haltingly in her best, terrible-French accented English, "Pah-done moi. .. Me, please, Maitresse,"

"And how many times have I told you to curtsy properly when you enter my presence?"

Curtsy? How the hell did a guy curtsy? Tina thought frantically, her mind going instantly blank. Certainly, Ty had seen the movement done numerous times on television or at the movies, but being a guy, he'd been far too interested in checking out the girl doing the curtsy to pay any real attention to HOW the curtsy was done. Then she had a flash of memory - that play during college - when Ty had been cast as Cyrano! All the actresses in that production had been required to learn the movement, and Ty had watched them, hadn't he?

But HOW THE HELL HAD THEY DONE IT? All she could remember was that the girls had started out with their hands on their skirts and ended up in a deep bow, with one leg bent at the knee, and the other one behind them, with that knee almost touching the floor. Or at least, she thought that was how they ended up, but she had absolutely no idea how they'd gotten there.

Crap, she thought, here goes nothing! "Oui, Maitresse, Par-don me, Maitresse," Tina replied as she took the hem of ridiculously short, umbrella-like skirt with the fingers of each hand, and tried to achieve the final position she recalled.

Unfortunately, sketchy memories, lack of any practical experience, the inflexibility of that now seven-times cursed corset and gravity did her in. When she started to bend her back leg, she could not get any purchase on the hard tile floor with the toe of the rigid high heeled shoe and it began to slip. At the same time, more of her torso became involved in the bow than she'd intended because the corset wouldn't let her bend anywhere except from the waist where the corset-busks ended.

She tried to catch herself, but what little she could do at that particular tipping point just wasn't enough. Gravity won, taking the cross-dressed maid ignominiously down to the floor, face first, at the feet of a very startled La Maitresse.

Fortunately, it was more of a 'slide-down' than a fall-down, and the foam and silicone of her fake boobs cushioned her impact so Tina was unhurt. More than a little embarrassed, but unhurt. Looking to get back to her feet as quickly as she could manage, Tina pulled her knees under her and began to push herself up off the cold floor with her hands. She was surprised at what she saw in the older woman's face and eyes when she'd recovered her feet.

There was real concern there, and something that might even have been fear. Without knowing quite how she knew it, there was no doubt in Tina's mind that Maitresse Solange was mere seconds from ending the scene and thus, ending Tina's chance at the role in tomorrow's play. Tina went with her gut, improvising to head off what she was certain that La Maitresse intended, "Oh la la, je suis tres stupide! My boo-bays, zey weel be noire et bleu!" she whined as she suggestively cupped and massaged their impressive bulk, all the while mentally cursing the infernal shoes.

Tina saw the uncertainty linger in Solange's eyes, and knew she was still considering whether they needed to stop due to possible injuries. "Maitresse," Tina said softly, but firmly, "I am - how you say? - all right. It eeze ne pas necessaire pour moi to summon zee Bard Anglais."

Tina felt rather than saw the older woman give her a rapid but thorough visual examination. "Very well," Solange replied, her voice once again firm and commanding, "I shall address these continuing failures of yours with the housekeeper. Rest assured, missy, you will not rest comfortably for some time to come after she has dealt with you."

Tina's mind was suddenly working at a breakneck pace. She realized that, while she had prevented Solange's ending of the scene, she'd also screwed up and broken character. What had Juana said? The whole point of this exercise was to ensure she wouldn't break cover during the real scene when the pressure was on.

Then she realized something worse. She wasn't and had not yet been in character! Not really! Not the way an actor of her skill and training SHOULD be in character! Hell, she was even thinking of herself as a guy wearing a woman's costume - and for an actor of Tyrone Edward's caliber, that was pretty damned pathetic, wasn't it?

*IDIOT!!* her mind sharply reprimanded, *You are Ma'amselle Tina - la jolie maid francais, not M'seiur Tyrone, le petit actor. Geet your tete out of your cul and into zee role! Vite!*

Just then, a door that Tina had not yet noticed opened, admitting ShaJuana. "Solange?" she called out in a disgusted voice, "What slut did your housekeeper assign to clean my rooms? They're filthy!"

Solange turned back to glare at Tina, who was knew what was coming. "I believe that was you?" she asked, but it really was not a question.

Tina gulped, and then offered, "I weel go now, Maitresse, and clean eet up right away!"

"NO, you will NOT! I called you here to serve, and serve you will. THEN you will go do what you should have already done, and THEN, I will . . . deal with you as you deserve."

"Oui, Madame," was the obsequious reply.

"Can't get good help these days," ShaJuana commiserated as she took the other seat in the room.

"She was probably dallying with that new footman," Maitresse replied as she swept back into her chair. "You know these French whores - just can't keep their mouths shut and their legs together."

"Mais Non, Maitresse!" Tina squeaked, blushing furiously and looking very guilty, "Certainment, I deed not. ."

"SILENCE!" the Maitresse thundered. "I did not ask for any of your sass, girl! Well, we'll deal with THAT problem soon enough, Well, don't just stand there, girl," she snarled back at Tina, "Serve the tea!" and she indicated the tea tray and service on the table between the two chairs.

"Oui, Maitresse," Tina replied as she picked up the unexpectedly heavy silver tea pot. She was a bit surprised to find that the tea was not hot at all. It was barely tepid, in fact, causing her to wonder if she'd already taken too long for this act of the play.

Shrugging mentally, she decided to press on and serve the tea, even if it wasn't hot. She'd seen tea served in the same play she'd watched the girls learn to curtsy. She only hoped that she'd learned that lesson more effectively than she'd not learned to curtsy. "Meelk and shu-gaire, Mistress ShaJuana?" Tina handed the teacup and saucer to the lovely Amazon before turning to the hostess and asking "Et pour vous, Maitresse?"

"Just lemon, girl. And I believe I told you not to speak French. Yet another trespass we will soon expunge. I think five lashes with the birch for every word that is not in English will get to the seat of your problem."

Tina shuddered visibly, but hurried to prepare the tea as ordered. She was just beginning to bow and offer the full cup to the Maitresse when suddenly, something goosed her - right between the cheeks of her bum. Squealing for real, Tina was instantly bolt upright and thrusting her hips forward in a vain attempt to escape the intimate invader. Her sudden movement launched the full cup of tea upwards and directly into her own face.

For several heartbeats, nothing happened. Tina's mind was a blank and she had absolutely no idea what to do next. She just stood there between the two watchful dominatrices, cold tea soaking her face and wig, with her eyes starting to sting slightly from the lemony acidity of the tea.

She could only think of one response.

"Merde!"

"That is the LAST straw! I have had QUITE enough from you, you little strumpet!" Tina found her self spun on heel so that she was facing ShaJuana. A sharp rap between her shoulder blades had her falling over again, face-first, toward the chair. Juana deftly caught her, preventing the disoriented maid from ending up face-down in her leather-clad lap, but then Tina felt her friend's strong grip shift onto her wrists. The next moment, ShaJuana was sitting on Tina's hands, forcing her to bend over at the waist, her bottom protruding behind her, and her stinging eyes and face lodged firmly in Juana's cleavage.

RRRRrrrrriiiiippppppp! The sound made Tina jump, but Juana's weight and strength kept her immobile. A draft across her backside told her that, somehow, her panties had been torn away.

"Well, my goodness, Solange, no wonder she's such a poor maid," and Tina's eyes crossed as something warm gently gripped and fondled her freed erection. "She's not even a maiden."

"So I see," was the catlike drawl from behind her. Another hand gripped her just above the testicles and pulled gently. "Quite a. . .well, an . . . endowment for such a little maid."

"Well, take charge of these, please, ShaJuana," and Tina felt her scrotum transferred between the two women so that ShaJuana held both her cock and balls in hand. "We wouldn't want them in the way of what comes next," and the Maitresse's voice dropped in both volume and pitch, becoming darkly husky and just a little menacing, "That is, unless we decide we want them in the way, later on."

Out of the way? Tina wondered, out of the way of WHAT? Then, a hand skimmed over her bare, taut buttocks and she knew what was coming next. Hadn't Juana warned her? ". . . a spanking's gonna be a 'for certain'. . ."

SpppLAT!

Tina jumped, trying to move her vulnerable derriere out of the line of fire, but discovered that with her hands firmly restrained beneath ShaJuana, she couldn't move all that far. Moreover, when she tried to move, Juana's firm grip immediately reminded that something really important couldn't move with her. Juana hold on her balls didn't REALLY hurt, but her brain screamed that it could – A LOT! So she went very still, prepared to simply endure the spanking she still feared, if that was what it took to protect her genitals.

By the third or fourth swat, however, she had managed to control those conflicting fear reactions sufficiently to realize that the spanking was being delivered with far more bark than bite. La Maitresse was delivering the swats in a rhythmic, regular pattern, but with little real force. There was a little heat, a barely discernable sting, but no real pain. And once she no longer felt threatened by the spanking, her attention returned to what was happening to her sex, which was, she realized, the complete opposite of painful. Her eyes crossed again at the sensations ShaJuana's extremely skilled hands and fingers were teasing out of Tina's body finally registered on the maid's overloaded senses.

And then, the whole situation struck her funny bone. God, it was LUDICROUS! Here she was, on a damned movie set, for crying out loud, with her face stuffed into the boobs of the most beautiful woman she knew. Her very bare ass was hanging out in the wind so that a woman old enough to be her mother could whack at it with some type of spanking paddle. And her BEST friend in the whole world was giving her the handjob of a lifetime. Cripes, take away the overt sex and it was like something out of an old slapstick movie short.

Well, why not? Hadn't Juana called this 'play', and told her to improvise? She was getting slapped, wasn't she? Tina decided that she would add the shtick and start to play, too.

"Ooo ooo, Madame!" she squealed, dancing on toes of her high heels as much as she could without pulling too hard against Juana's hold on her. "Ooo la la, ma pauvre petite derriere!" She tried shifting sideways, and found she'd managed to get enough 'play' in ShaJuana's attachment to the family jewels to take a swat on her left bottom cheek that should have landed on her right. She stamped her feet, squeaked, squealed and in general, threw a hissy fit that would even have embarrassed her diva baby sister, all the while using the most atrocious French accent possible.

That's when she started to sense the urgency building in her core - the erotic tightening of muscle and flesh that signaled rapidly approaching climax. ShaJuana's increasingly delicate and knowing teasing of her sex was incredible, and it had been so damned long since anyone other than Merry Hand and her five sisters had done anything like that with her! It felt so GOOD!

God, she thought, what happens if she did cum?!? What was she going to do? ShaJuana had her, quite literally, by the balls so she wasn't going anywhere, even if she did free her hands. And dammit, she wouldn't want to escape even IF her hands and balls were suddenly free because nothing in her recent experience had felt anything like this wonderful.

Well, it certainly appeared to be inevitable, and just look where her face was. Beautiful woman playing with her sex, and that same beautiful woman's gorgeous breasts just right there at mouth level. Lost in the utter sensuality of the scene and her role in it, Tina reached out her tongue and began licking the warm, humid flesh between ShaJuana's incredible boobs. At one point, when her nose butted up against the line where the ebony amazon's catsuit ended and bare bosom began, Tina felt the leather move, baring even more flesh! Without stopping to think, she curled her tongue under the edge of the leather garment and managed to catch it in her teeth. Her next jump succeeded in completely freeing Juana's left breast from the confines of the too-tight catsuit.

Tina felt, rather than heard, Juana's surprised intake of breath at her sudden wardrobe malfunction. Immediately thereafter, the hand on her penis disappeared, and there was something pushing her face back toward the cavern of Juana's cleavage. Out of her peripheral vision, she saw the red-nailed hand struggling to get the leather bodice back where it belonged, but that was futile. It would take more than one hand to capture all that gorgeous she-flesh and re-imprison it in the 'two-sizes-too-small' bustier-bodice. She felt her captor give a sigh, and then the hand was back on Tina's erection, with a new determination and increased intensity.

For her own part, Tina again had free movement of her face and not surprisingly, found herself up close and personal to a large, dark-chocolate nipple. It was too much for her - she just had to know if it was as tasty as it looked and took a lick. One lick led to another and another, and damned if Juana's nipple wasn't even tastier than she'd thought it would be! Tina couldn't resist just one little nibble.

Well, maybe a couple or three nibbles, along with a sucking caress or two. . .

"Eeeeekkkk!" ShaJuana shrieked and jumped, freeing Tina's hands and pushing the lust-dazed maid-slave back from her chair. Unfortunately for Tina in her current state, that release had been just in time to disrupt her OTHER release - the one Juana had been working so hard to coax out of her.

The spanking also stopped, and Tina heard Solange's voice ask. "What's the matter?"

It was just too much for Tina - the swirling emotions, the suddenly interrupted play and the sheer pleasure of the acting - just overwhelmed her. She started giggling.

Solange, more imperious now, demanded again, "What HAPPENED?"

Juana, who was starting to have suspiciously laugh-like shudders coming through her diaphragm, burst out, "The little bitch BIT me - right on my nip!" and offering the bared globe in her hands, as if presenting it for Solange's inspection.

"NON," Tina managed between giggling gasps, "Eeet was just -tee hee - leetle neebles! Nosing more, I swear!"

ShaJuana and Maitresse looked at each other in disbelief, and then began to giggle themselves.

Finally, the older woman managed to regain control enough to order, "ShaJuana, get that wench out of my sight! Have the housekeeper oversee her cleaning your rooms with a birch rod. I will deal with this disobedient twit later when I have more time to get to the seat of her problems."

Fighting back her own giggles, ShaJuana pushed Tina aside and rose to her heel-augmented height. "Certainly, Solange. I might even do a bit of direct supervision myself, if you take my meaning?" Juana took a moment to correct her maid-induced breast-baring before taking hold of Tina's still erect manhood, and using it as a leash to lead the maid-dressed male out of the room and back into the outer hall.

Once the door closed, ShaJuana's entire demeanor changed. "You all right?" she demanded, searching Tina's laugh-tear streaked face.

"I'm mostly okay, Juana," Tina said softly. "Except now that the adrenalin is wearing off, my eyes are starting to sting again from the lemon in that tea, and it's a little drafty about the bottom without my undies, but other than that, I'm okay. I would like to rinse my eyes out. Is there a bathroom on this floor?"

Juana nodded, and indicated her friend should follow her. "You okay with what went down in there?" she asked as they walked down the hall, unable to suppress the bubbling worry that gurgled up from her belly. This was her best friend, and he'd just been stripped, gently in her opinion, but stripped nonetheless, of what most American males would consider to be their manly pride.

Sensitive to his friend's emotions, Ty reached an arm about the taller woman. "No problems here. Not even as bad as shaking my booty the first time for that director in the mind swap play. I don't figure I'll be working here tomorrow, though. I don't suppose many Mistresses have giggle-fits in the middle of their scenes."

"Well, you just saw two of us have one even if I can't say it's ever happened to me before. I laugh sometimes, but usually when I do, I do it for effect. Having a bitch-goddess laugh at a sub is usually a major mind-fuck for our guys."

Before either could say anything else, a disembodied voice from the ceiling ordered, "ShaJuana, Mr. Edwards? Would you please attend me in my office? Now?"

Ty recognized the voice of the Maitresse Solange. "Guess it's time to face the critic, Juana. You know where this office of hers is?"

" 'Course I do, boy. Come on. 'Leastways we'll get you paid," she said, her voice sad.

  

Acting Dominant

Interlude: The Critic's Review

The office was, in comparison to the playroom, rather modest - something that any mid-level business manager who had just earned his or her way out of the cubicles might have been assigned. The furniture was simple - a desk, two visitor chairs and a sofa along one wall. The typical paraphernalia of the corporate world were in their places including a computer, printer, phone and fax. Surprisingly, given that there had not been time to change into more common garb, there were large windows that looked out of the second floor room onto the street, and they cast the room with golden, natural light. For the first time since he'd walked into the third floor playroom, Ty became aware of his dress, and moreover, his lack of covering below the waist.

The sunlight streaming in through the windows made his sensitized eyes sting even more, and they began to tear up again. Sighing, he realized he would not be able to make it through even a short meeting in this condition. "Maitresse Solange? Is there a restroom? I really need to rinse the lemon juice out of my eyes. They're still stinging and the tears are blurring my vision."

"DAMMIT!" Solange snapped, causing Ty to back away.

"Well, if you'll just pay me, I'll leave you to. . ."

"No, no, no," the older woman broke in, clearly upset. "You don't. . .you CAN'T understand. . . " She paused, and then looked to ShaJuana. "Show him to my private washroom, dear, and then come back here. We all need to discuss that. . .experience and we might as well be as comfortable as we can be, given the circumstances."

Having expected to be, at best, paid off and shown the door just as quickly as could be managed, Ty was uncertain what it was the regal dungeon owner felt they needed to discuss. Whatever he'd anticipated when he'd let himself consider what that little stage test might have entailed, he'd been pretty far off the mark. He shouldn't have gone off like he did, but dammit, it had been fun! He hadn't had much fun lately, and none that had called on his acting skills.

Returning to the office, the two friends were motioned to take seats in the visitor chairs facing Solange's desk. She considered him, and quietly marveled at what she saw now as opposed to what she'd seen just a short while earlier. Part of it was that he'd removed the petticoated skirt and replaced it with a towel from her washroom that he'd wrapped about his waist, man-style, to cover his bare backside and genitals. And while he hadn't removed either the corset or the breast inserts, he had taken the opportunity to clean away his tear-ravaged makeup and remove the blond wig. He was now, Solange observed, a man wearing articles of feminine attire, where before, Tina had been very much more than that.

Taking a deep breath, she asked, "Why didn't you safeword when you got the lemon juice in your eyes? I know ShaJuana explained the purpose of that tool to you, and that lemon had to hurt, so why. . .?"

Ty considered the question and tried to remember what had happened when. "Couple of reasons, I guess. First, and I'm being honest here, I really do need the money that Juana indicated I might earn if I got the gig working with you tomorrow. Just before she left me, she told me that if I said 'Shakespeare' during the scene, I wouldn't get the role."

Solange nodded. She'd expected that answer, but thought there was more, and so she waited, and gave him time to continue.

He did. "Then there was the time I fell trying to do that stupid curtsy - I saw the concern on your face - and I was sure, somehow, that you were about to call things off to make sure I hadn't hurt myself in the fall."

"You'd be surprised the damage that can occur when someone who is unused to such shoes falls and bends an ankle or worse," Solange replied. "But you say you saw concern?"

"Yes, Ma'am. That's why I said we didn't need to talk about the English Bard just then. I was pretty sure you wouldn't have continued just then, and well, the fact that you WERE concerned, made me start to trust you. Up to that point, the only person here I trusted at all was Juana, and she wasn't even on stage yet."

"You got all that from just a momentary look," Solange murmured, "And I thought I had more control."

"You're a very good actress, Ma'am," Ty hurried to reassure her, "It's just that I'm a very good actor. One of my strengths as an actor is being able to react to unexpected situations that occur, and read my fellow players, so that I can keep things together and moving forward."

"I see. And that's why you didn't safeword, even when your eyes hurt?"

"Well," Ty drawled, and then a florid blush colored his features as he cast a sidelong glance at ShaJuana lounging in the chair next to his. "Umm, well, things happened pretty fast after I got, uh, prodded, and got the face full of lemon-tea."

"That was the plan," Solange told him. "We wanted to see if you could keep things together if you were suddenly out of control."

"Right. Anyway, the next thing I know, I am face down in Juana's . . umm, chest. . ."

ShaJuana went on alert, her eyes suddenly intense and fixed on Ty. "And?" she asked, drawing the word out.

Ty looked down, his face still bright red in embarrassment. "I liked it there," he managed to choke out. "I liked it a lot more than I didn't like my eyes burning. I didn't want to quit. I figured if you really spanked me, and I cried? The tears would wash out the acid quickly enough."

ShaJuana burst out laughing and Solange could only shake her head. "It was never my intent that the spanking should be that intense, Mr. Edwards. Truth to tell, my intent was that you would orgasm to show that this type of play could be both fun and rewarding."

"Kinda figured that out, too, when Juana was so intent on playing with my, ah, that is, Tina's erection."

"Ty-RONE, you made me feel bad. I figured I'd have you off in no time!"

Ty laughed. "Actually, it was all I could do not to shoot, Juana, but it was close for a few seconds there. If you hadn't stopped when you did, well, it would have been all over for me and, ah, all over you."

"Excellent discipline, Mr. Edwards," Solange complimented him, "but why did you need it?"

The laugh he gave was self deprecating. "Like I said, I liked where I was, and figured that would be the end of Juana's hand job. Besides, there was . . ."

"There was WHAT, Ty-RONE?" the ebony goddess demanded, still smarting that he hadn't succumbed to her determined ministrations.

At the confused look from both women, Ty shrugged. "I've read a few Penthouse Letters in my time, so I know what gals like you do to guys dressed up like me who climax without permission."

Howls of feminine laughter answered his admission while he sat there, trying for what small dignity he might still manage. "You thought we'd make you clean up your, ah, semen with your tongue," Solange said, when she'd managed to calm down. "You know, I hadn't even considered that possibility since I knew you weren't really a player."

"I'd have made you do it, Ty-RONE," ShaJuana threatened, still miffed. "I'm right fond of this outfit and I'd be real unhappy having your nasty ol' cum-stains on it."

Smiling when she saw the young man blush furiously at ShaJuana's teasing, Solange asked, "Would you have safeworded in that event, Mr. Edwards?"

She saw that he nearly knee-jerked out his answer, but was pleased when he caught himself and began to consider his response more carefully. Thinks before he speaks, too, she told herself. Doesn't that pose some interesting possibilities?

Finally, he gave a half shrug, and looked her directly in her eyes, which also surprised the regally imposing dominatrix. Most men in her experience, dressed as he was and especially after having just been through what she had done to him, would not have been able to hold her gaze that evenly.

"The honest answer is I really don't know. Right now, or before we'd started? If you had asked me if I'd use that safeword-thing against having to do something like that? The answer would be 'Not only yes, but hell, yes!' Anything to keep from having my nose shoved into that . . . stuff. That's beyond anything I'd considered having to do here, or what I thought I'd be willing to do for you. But you didn't ask me that ahead of time." He paused again, clearly choosing his words for what he had to say next. "In that room, at the time it would have been an issue? When I'd finally managed to get into the character of that role as the cross-dressing male-submissive maid?" He started to say something more, hesitated and then shook his head. "I am just not sure how Tina would have reacted."

"Hmm, interesting how you put that. 'How TINA would have reacted', not 'how I would have reacted.' Being in-role consumes you that totally that you can speak of yourself and Tina as separate persons?" Solange observed softly, "It would seem you are quite an actor, indeed."

"Oh, I can put a big 'Hell-yeah' on that for you, Solange," Juana put in. "When Ty is in a role, I mean REALLY in a role? It's . . . awesome."

And that was awe in the younger woman's voice, Solange thought. "I see."

"I believe that I am good at my art, Ma'am," Ty said, without arrogance or artifice, Solange noted. "You know, Juana, there's something else, too. What would have happened if I'd given that code, and said 'stop this - it's all over.' That's what this safeword-thing means in this context, right?"

When both women nodded, he continued. "That's not natural to me. I mean, you don't get to safeword out of doing something that might be personally embarrassing to you when its called for by the script of a play - you just figure out how to do what the script and the director says you have to do or you go find another line of work. Back there? When we were on stage? It just wouldn't have occurred to me because you can't do that and be an actor. I'd have fought hard not to cum, I think, but not very effectively. Juana's pretty good at . . . ummm. . . what she was doing, so I was pretty limited in my options. And I was 'in character.' Yeah, I'd might have ended up wearing a bunch of my own semen on my face, but I wouldn't have thought to say 'Shakespeare.'"

"I find that quite remarkable, Mr. Edwards. Were you an experienced submissive or even a switch, I'd understand that response, but it is clear you are neither. What were you doing in there? What sustained you when things went so . . . so off?"

Ty grinned. "Like Juana said - I was an actor embracing his character. Before she left me outside the room, she told me this would be improv, that is, improvisational acting, so I went with the flow and improvised. I'm sorry I didn't react as you expected, but I did do the best I could with my limited and admittedly skewed knowledge of your scenes and stuff. Guess I won't be coming back tomorrow," he added finally.

Solange almost told him that he would not be brought back, and then caught herself. He was right, he didn't know enough about the Dominance and Submission scene to react in the ways she'd expected, but he'd done all right for all that. And he SAW things - sensed things during the interplay of people and emotions that surprised her. He had an innate empathy she'd never encountered in a male before, and in very few women. He might be an asset at that. Certainly, few men looked that good when dressed as women - a little more training and with the right costuming, he'd pass almost anywhere she wanted him to pass.

And surprise the hell out of another client or two of hers when she DIDN'T want him to pass. That ability would definitely be an asset to her little business.

Definite possibilities. She'd know tomorrow, after they tried the scene with Juana's client. If he did well then, and things went well? Possibilities might well abound.

Besides, she thought, glancing at the tall girl seated next to the corseted boy, she had other motivations in this regard, didn't she?

"No, I still want you for that scene tomorrow. I think we can set things up nicely so that Billie will have an experience he'll never forget. That is, Mr Edwards, if after our little experience today you think you can handle being in on the other side of the scene."

"I'd like to try, Ma'am," he replied carefully. "The simple fact is I really do need the money, and as long as this isn't illegal, and nobody's getting hurt, I'd like to try."

"Very well, then, we have an agreement. When we're on this floor, Mr. Edwards, you have my leave to call me Solange. Upstairs, I am Maitresse unless I tell you otherwise on a case-by-case basis."

"Yes, Ma' . . .umm, Solange. And please, all me Ty, unless I'm Tina at the time," he said with a mischievous grin.

"Scamp!" she laughed, before looking to ShaJuana. "Dear, if you would, please get this wretch cleaned up and take him to the deli downstairs for lunch - charge it to my account. Then take him home and give him the script for tomorrow. Work out how much you'll let him actually participate and when you will spring his trap on Billie. Be here tomorrow at 9:00 AM to clear everything with me."

"Sure 'nuff, Solange - see you tomorrow," the ebony goddess said as she rose to her feet. "C'mon Ty-RONE! Hope you like good Kosher corned beef!"

They were almost to the door when Solange remembered she'd meant to ask him. "Mr. Edwards? One last question before you leave? Where ever did you learn that movement you THOUGHT was a curtsy?"

That earned a chuckle from the young actor. "I played Cyrano De Bergerac in a college production. The girls all learned to curtsy - like they were at court, or something. Well being a guy, you tend to watch pretty girls doing things like that when you get the chance, but I never actually had to do one myself."

"Cripes, Ty, didn't you ever see the little bob-curtsy all the female servants do in the old black and white movies?" Juana was bubbling with mirth now. "You idiot, you were a servant, not some lady being presented to a queen or king!"

"Oh my God, I knew that!" he muttered. "I played Bunter in "Clouds of Witness" for, hell, three months of summer stock once and the damn maid did just that half a dozen times a night. I'm sorry, I should have done better than that."

"Hey, you were a little distracted at that moment," Juana started to soothe, but she was cut off when the older woman stood, and raised a hand in a clear command for silence.

Ty watched as Solange's face somehow transformed, until it was the austere aristocrat from the upstairs room who faced him. "I see," she said quietly, and then her voice became stern. "Tina, curtsy when you leave my presence."

Caught off guard, Ty goggled. "Huh?"

"I. . . SAID . . . CURTSY, MAID!" Solange was not actually yelling, but the impact was the same.

Tina started to bob a curtsy, but the towel Ty had wrapped about her waist started to fall, and she tried to catch it.

"Leave it!" the Maitresse ordered, and Tina let the towel slip to the floor, leaving her bottom and sex bared once more. "Now, give me your curtsy!"

"Oui, Maitresse," Tina squeaked, and bobbed the little curtsy Ty had seen 'half a dozen times a night for three months."

"Better, but not good enough. You will also practice that under ShaJuana's supervision today so that you can do it per-fect-ly," and she enunciated each syllable as if each were a complete word, "for me tomorrow. Is that clear?"

"Oui, Maitresse," and Tina couldn't stop the reflex to bob another curtsy to this powerful, authoritative woman.

"Is that clear, ShaJuana?" and her gimlet eye focused its power on the tall black woman.

"Clear, Maitresse. She'll be spot-on perfect at it tomorrow. Trust me."

"See to it. Then that concludes our business today. Be off with you both. I have work I must finish before I leave for the day."

And it wasn't only Tina/Ty who breathed a sigh of relief when the door to Solange's office closed behind their departing backs.

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