A Job in the Theatre Chapter 9

Then she brushed out her long hair and snapped in a clip to keep it off her face. Satisfied that she looked completely hot, she went to her closet to find a dress. She decided on a fire engine red satin blouse with leopard skin skirt and tall black heels. She left the first few buttons undone so the bustier would show. The skirt couldn't have been more than a few inches below her crotch. The look was hot and very sexy. It most definitely caught the eye.

Paula felt perfectly comfortable playing the sensuous vamp at work. If she had teased the boys before, she was really letting it all hang out now. She loved watching their eyes, the excitement in their eyes, as she played upon their desires. She knew exactly what they were thinking, she knew what they wanted.

Paula saw her lone stagehand off by himself. He was probably a few years younger than her. He made eyes at her all last week. Today he was wearing a pair of tight faded jeans that made her wonder just what was hidden inside them.

She walked over to him. "I'm going by Paula these days. What's your name?" She watched as his eyes traveled her body. Finally he moved up to her eyes and immediately turned red. She was looking right at him.

"I'm Billy" he said embarrassed.

"Do you like what you see, Billy? I sure like what I see" she said in her slow sensuous voice.

"You are hot" he said with a smile. She flashed him a smile loving his compliment. She still wasn't sure where he was coming from. He had to know she was a man. Maybe he didn't care. She certainly didn't.

"Maybe you and I could sneak off sometime and share lunch. I was thinking you could bring the meat...and feed it to me. Does that sound good to you, Billy?" she asked running her tongue over her lower lip.

Billy was completely mesmerized. He searched her face looking for signs that she was joking. He didn't find any. His face turned beet red. "Why sure" he blurted out quickly.