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  "Uh-huh."

  He shrugged. "Do it then."

  Her hands trembled slightly as she fiddled with a button on the vibrator. It came to life, emitting a low buzz. Michelle opened her legs wide. Her eyes met Charlie's as she lowered the vibrator onto her wet pussy. The end of the vibrator disappeared into her while a stem-like appendage pressed against her clitoris.

  This time, Charlie intentionally turned away from her and watched the scene from As You Like It, even though he had a few minutes without any light cues. It thrilled him to know that Michelle sat just behind him, completely naked and masturbating with a vibrator. He could hear the hum of the device and the gasps and squeaks as she tried to suppress her sounds of pleasure. Unquestionably it was intensely arousing to her to engage in such a private act of self-pleasure in such a public location.

  Certainly, it was risky. The door to the control booth wasn't locked; it could only be locked with a specific key, a key Charlie didn't have. Anybody could walk in if they wanted to. If Charlie continued to do his job with the lights and sound, he would probably be left alone, because everyone in the production knew he felt stressed out having to handle both tasks, and they wouldn't want to bother him. Michelle, on the other hand, seemed determined to distract him.

  He spoke to her, keeping his eyes on the stage. "If I pay too much attention to you, I might start making mistakes. I'll turn on the wrong light, or accidentally forget to turn the microphones back up. You know what will happen then?"

  "What?" She sounded out of breath.

  "Someone will come up and check on me, probably. To see if I need any help."

  "Ohhh!" Her breathing became a hiss as she abruptly clenched her mouth shut and tried to breath through her nose. The chair rattled under her, and Charlie knew that his words, instead of warning her, had only triggered her next orgasm.

  The funniest scenario that Charlie could imagine was if Spencer recovered from his flu and decided he could do the lights after all. He would walk into the control room and find Michelle naked in his chair with the end of a vibrator sticking out of her. Charlie would wave Spencer away. "It's fine, go get some more rest," he would say. "I found someone to cover for you."

  He wondered what Michelle would think if that happened. Maybe it would cause her third orgasm.

  The buzz of the vibrator went to silence. Charlie looked over his shoulder to check on Michelle, and to his surprise, she had slipped out of the chair and now crouched on the floor on her hands and knees. "What...?" he started, but he could see that she was crawling towards him. Even the way she crawled looked incredibly sexy to him, like a sinuous cat. The actors delivered the last lines from As You Like It just as Michelle reached his chair, and while he slowly faded the lights to black, he felt her hand tentatively reach into his lap and squeeze the hard bulge in his pants.

  Charlie kept his eyes on the dark stage, watching the As You Like It actors hurry off and the Midsummer Night's Dream actors hurry on. He pretended like nothing was out of the ordinary, like he didn't notice Michelle undoing his zipper and pulling his erection free of his pants. Or maybe he pretended that this was what he expected of her, to crouch next to his chair, completely naked, stroking his hard cock in her small hand as he worked.

  He brought the lights back up. turned up the appropriate microphones. The scene began, and he stole a glance down at his lap. He was shocked at the sight of his own erection, jutting obscenely out of his pants, with Michelle's feminine fingers wrapped around the shaft. Her nails were colored cherry red, with a tiny swirl of silver drawn in the middle of each nail. Had she gone to get her nails done that week, knowing that at some point he would look down and admire them as she stroked his penis? That was a ridiculous notion, right? That a girl would put effort into such a detail?

  What if someone walked in at that moment? Charlie knew from the beginning that if she was caught, he would take the blame, going along with Michelle's charade that she acted this way at his behest, that he was the instigator and she was just a girlfriend trying to make her boyfriend happy. But he wouldn't even need to convince anyone at that moment. Anyone walking in would immediately jump to the conclusion that he was the pervert, having Michelle get him off while he worked the booth.

  All of the actors on the stage walked off except two, and Charlie just barely remembered to darken the stage, leaving spotlights on the two remaining actors. He lost himself in the feel of Michelle's hand, moving gently up and down his shaft. She didn't seem to be in any hurry. He caught a line from the actor, "... the course of true love never did run smooth..." Ha! Shakespeare definitely had that right.

  Puck appeared from stage left just as Charlie felt Michelle's warm mouth envelop the head of his penis. He looked down at his lap, trying to see exactly what she was doing with her tongue. But her face was hidden by waves of long dark hair, bobbing up and down, cascading over his legs. Charlie realized suddenly that he had left Puck in darkness. He faded the spotlights from the middle of the stage and brought up the orange glow around Puck. The actor looked relieved to be finally lit.

  Charlie wanted to laugh. The whole thing was completely ridiculous. At the beginning of the show, he'd felt seized by tension, apprehensive about hitting all the right light and sound cues with so little rehearsal. Even then, it seemed like a nearly impossible task. Now it turned out he would have to do it all with Michelle's tongue licking up and down on his erection, doing her best to make him spurt all over the control panel. It was the ultimate distraction.

  But could he really complain about something that felt so good?

  The strange thing was, the more Charlie tried to ignore the pleasure coming from his lap, the more sensitive he seemed to get. He tried to focus on Shakespeare's dialogue. He scanned the buttons, mentally going through the next ten cues and counting off the buttons and dials he would have to adjust. He tried to separate his consciousness into two parts, the part that needed to focus on his technical tasks and the part that was experiencing indescribable pleasure from the mouth and lips and tongue of a beautiful naked girl. But it was as if trying to mentally disengage himself from his body's physical reactions only freed his body to react stronger. His penis throbbed, swollen and taut, seemingly ready to explode at any moment.

  The final two scenes were incredibly intense. The first was from The Tempest, the second from Hamlet. While the actors came onto the dark stage for The Tempest, Michelle climbed into Charlie's lap, facing towards the stage. He brought the lights up at the same time she lowered herself onto his cock. Prospero began his first monologue, and anyone looking at the small window of the control room would have seen two heads looking out the window where there had once been one, and would also surely have noticed that the second head, long haired and female, was positioned in front of the first head, bouncing up and down and paying no attention whatsoever to what was happening on the stage. For anyone looking that way, it would have been completely obvious what was happening. In fact, the way Michelle was bouncing in his lap, it was very likely that her breasts were visible above the bottom edge of the window. Michelle was too turned on to even care. All she seemed to be interested in was riding Charlie until he came.

  Charlie turned on some of the lights around the window of the control room, hoping the bright lights would discourage anyone from looking their way. The stage was brighter than it should have been, but no one on stage seemed to notice the difference. Charlie watched the scene progress, adjusting microphone levels when he needed to, all the while acutely aware of the feel of Michelle's warm pussy squeezing his throbbing cock.

  After the Tempest scene ended, and Charlie faded the lights to black, he let the Hamlet actors scramble onto the stage in the darkness while his hands roamed over Michelle's front, squeezing her breasts, stroking her nipples. He reluctantly pulled his hands away to bring the lights back up. The final scene of Hamlet, with a choreographed sword fight.

  It was exquisite torture. Charlie struggled to concentrate, fought
to hit all of his lighting cues, at the same time feeling himself getting closer and closer to climaxing. All he wanted to do was forget the show completely and throw himself into roughly fondling Michelle's soft body; clutching her hips and grinding her against his pelvis; thrusting as deep into her as he could. But he had a job to do, a responsibility. He had a stage full of people counting on him. He couldn't just toss it all aside.

  At the same moment that Hamlet pretended to stab King Claudius on the stage, Charlie erupted inside Michelle. He clutched her sweaty breasts, feeling her chest heave with her ragged breathing. His penis pulsed inside her, again and again. She leaned back against him, her dark hair tickling his nose and cheek as he tried to watch the stage over her shoulder.

  For several minutes, Michelle remained in his lap, leaning against him. He had his arms to either side of her, continuing his vigil over the stage. The right side of his chin pressed against her hair as he looked past her at the actors. He could feel her long breaths as she seemed to melt against him, oblivious to his frequent adjustments of the switches and dials on the control board.

  God, it felt right. He loved the feel of her weight against him, the feel of her skin when his arms brushed against her, the intoxicating scent that radiated from her. He loved knowing that he was inside her, filling her, that she felt him inside her, casually joined in that most intimate of ways.

  Stay here forever, he wanted to whisper in her ear. He wanted to tell her she was right, they should both just let go of their worries, because it didn't matter if they were caught. Who cared what anyone else thought, when they could feel so close this way?

  As if she could hear his foolish thoughts, Michelle straightened. She slipped off his softening penis and carefully descending from his lap until she knelt next to his chair. She tried to stuff his penis back inside his jeans, her fingers tugging at the sides of the zipper, trying to reconnect the snap at the top. He gently pushed her hands away, fearful of what damage she might accidentally do, and restored the front of his jeans himself. A glance downward confirmed he was decent again. Another glance confirmed that Michelle remained quite indecent, sprawled naked next to his chair like a pet, clinging to his leg.

  Hamlet lay dead on the stage. Fortinbras and Horatio traded lines back and forth. The show was nearly at an end.

  "Aren't you going to get dressed?" he whispered.

  "What?"

  "They're finishing the scene," he said. "You should..."He didn't finish, because two boys dressed as foot soldiers came onto the stage from the left to drag Hamlet away. Charlie brought the lights down and waited for the wave of applause to break over the audience. Applause had followed each scene, but this time the clapping came louder and longer. Charlie counted to ten, then brought the lights back up so that the actors could make their bows. All of the actors from all the scenes came to the stage. They stood in lines, one group after another, to bow. Charlie waited, watching. His final duty would be to dim the stage lights as the auditorium lights came on.

  All of the actors stood on stage now, several rows of them, and they all bowed as a group. The applause went up a notch for a moment, then started to subside. Charlie peered out the window at the audience, waiting for that moment when the appreciation exhausted itself and the audience started to think about leaving.

  One man stood, gathering his things, then a woman. Several more stood up in the audience. Charlie slowly pulled the stage lights down, and simultaneously one of the ushers below brought up the auditorium lights.

  Show over. Charlie let out a long breath.

  A foot scraped the stairs outside. That was their only warning. Charlie scrambled to his feet, hoping he could make it to the door before it opened. Put his body against it, hold it closed until Michelle could get dressed. He didn't make it halfway to the door before it flew open. Mr. Anderson walked in. He had a giant smile on his face.

  "Charlie! Excellent job!" the teacher boomed. "Everything went off without a hitch!"

  Charlie stood petrified, waiting for the teacher to notice Michelle sitting naked on the ground. But Mr. Anderson just stood there, beaming. Charlie wanted to look behind him, to see where Michelle was, but he didn't want to draw any attention to her. "I missed a few of the cues..." he said.

  Mr. Anderson laughed. "Did you? Well, that's the perfectionist in you talking. I can tell you it looked perfect from where I was standing. The audience didn't notice anything, that's for sure." The teacher clapped Charlie on the shoulder. "Well done. I had a sleepless night when Spencer got the flu. But I shouldn't have worried. You had your hands full, but you handled it like a champ!"

  "Thanks..." Charlie said weakly.

  "Come backstage when you can. We have some food, some refreshments. Come grab a cup of fruit punch. All right?" Mr. Anderson turned for the door, and Charlie prayed that the teacher would leave. But suddenly Mr. Anderson turned back. "Hey, Mr. Garett told me you've applied for the Apex film program at Jefferson University?"

  "Yeah, that's right."

  "I know one of the professors in the film department. An old friend of mine. I can give him a call, maybe talk up your application?"

  "Really? That would be awesome. Thanks, Mr. Anderson."

  "It would be my pleasure, Charlie. Jefferson U. would be lucky to have you." Mr. Anderson clapped Charlie on the shoulder again. Then, to Charlie's great relief, the teacher turned and left.

  As soon as the door closed, Charlie jumped towards it, planting his foot against the bottom of the door and bracing it with his shoulder. He looked down at the floor for Michelle, but didn't see her. She was gone! His eyes darted wildly around the small room, wondering where she could have disappeared to.

  He spotted movement under the sound board. Michelle peeked out. "That was close!" she said, smiling.

  "Too close! I thought we were done for! How'd you squeeze into that space down there?"

  "I don't know. It was the only place I could go."

  "Will you get dressed before someone else pounds on the door?"

  She giggled. "He didn't see anything!"

  "I know. I can't believe how lucky we are."

  Michelle grinned as she stood. "Should I have come out and hugged him goodbye?"

  Charlie stared.

  "I'm kidding!" She wiggled her fingers at him.

  Charlie managed a weak smile. "Okay. Now can you get dressed?"

  "I am! I'm looking for my clothes."

  "You lost your clothes?!?"

  "Here they are." Michelle reached under the sound board and pulled out her dress and underwear. "I didn't know you were applying to film school."

  Charlie watched as she stepped into her panties and pulled them up her legs. "The Apex film program at Jefferson. I applied. It's hard to get into, though."

  "You'll get in."

  "I hope so..."

  "You will! You're good at everything." She reached back to connect her bra.

  "I still have your clothes, you know. From last time. You left them."

  "Oh, yeah." She bent down to pick up her dress.

  "What should I do with them?"

  "Um... just bring them to me sometime. Whenever."

  "Yeah." Charlie frowned. "I was going to. But you know... I wasn't sure how to give them to you. Without, you know...people finding out."

  "Finding out?"

  "About our secret. This secret we have."

  "Oh. Right." Michelle looked down at the dress dangling in her fingers.

  "I thought... if I gave you a bag of your clothes... with panties and stuff in there... and someone saw... it'd be pretty obvious we were doing something..."

  "Yeah..." She ducked her head into the dress, pulling it down over her body. Her voice came muffled from under the fabric. "Well... I guess you can do whatever with those clothes. Get rid of them or whatever."

  "What, like throw them away?"

  "Or whatever. Whatever you want to do with them."

  Charlie
thought about the flimsy garments in their hiding place under his bed. Would it freak her out if she knew how many times he'd pulled out her bra and panties, just to rub them with his fingers and think about her? Probably. But he knew he wasn't going to throw them away.

  Michelle pulled and tugged at her tight dress, smoothing it into place. Now she was fully dressed. She gazed at Charlie expectantly, and he moved away from the door so he was no longer blocking it. She didn't move, still gazing at him in that expectant way. "Don't you like this dress?" she asked.

  The question surprised him. "Yeah. I like it," he said. "You look beautiful, Michelle. You always look beautiful."

  She smiled. "Thanks..." She stepped up to him and pressed a light kiss on his lips. Almost as if they were dancing, she pressed her hands against his shoulders and, swaying back and forth on her toes, turned him in a circle, moving him further away from the door. She kissed him one more time, then pulled the door open just enough to slip out. Before he had a chance to tell her goodbye, she was gone.

  Charlie turned back to the room in a daze. He walked up to the window and looked down at the auditorium. The seats were nearly empty now. It was an informal production, and the curtains remained open, with cast members joking and laughing with friends and family on the stage. A few members of the tech crew had already started moving the scenery and props off. Soon, someone would come up to haul away the lights that had been hung specifically for the show.

  Charlie looked at the sound board. That was his responsibility, the sound board and the microphones. He would need to haul them back to the AV room and check them in. He reached down and unplugged the board, then started to pull out the microphone cables.

  He noticed something sitting beside the sound board. "Oh, Michelle," he sighed, shaking his head. It was her vibrator, sitting right there in plain sight. Thank goodness none of the tech crew had come up yet. Thank goodness Mr. Anderson hadn't noticed it. Charlie quickly scooped up the device and put it in his bag.

  Later that night, it joined Michelle's panties and bra in the secret cache under his bed. Another memento of his secret girlfriend and a reminder of Third Michelle. He sat on his bed and cradled the device in his hands, knowing that it had been inside her, knowing that it had a coating of her arousal still on its surface. Such an intimate reminder of their secret affair. Her vibrator! It was even more personal than her panties. He went to bed that night feeling like he'd had one of the best days of his life.