Page 13 of Penalty Shot

“Is this where we’re holding auditions?” My voice rumbles in the echo chamber of the small theater.

She smiles while finishing whatever she’s writing. Elise knew I was here all along and kept me waiting. Fuck if that isn’t hot.

She’s wearing black leggings and chunky black boots. Black-and-white outfit, but her face is red with effort and her lips are dark pink. It’s a pop of color I can’t take my eyes off of, remembering how that mouth was stretched around my cock.

When Elise is good and ready, she steps down from the small stage and drops her stuff on a chair by the first row. Then she bites her lower lip and glances at me beneath lowered lids.

Suddenly, her entire demeanor shifts from confidently efficient to achingly shy. Her stride changes, too;from purposeful to hesitant. Approaching with tiny steps, her legs crossing over each other, she peers up at me innocently.

“Where would you like me to st-start, sir? I'm...I'm so nervous," she stutters with an awkward giggle."This my first audition.”

My dick surges to attention in response to thegame she's started.I want to kiss her, but she doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to drop the role-playing. Some part of me—curious and prideful—won’t be the first to break the spell. I want to see where this improv skit takes us.

“Are you ready for your audition? Ready to show me what you’ve got?”

“Yes, sir. I mean, I think so, sir,” she answers with a trembling voice and heaving chest.

I’m not regretting this game one bit even if it is eating into our between-classes quicky.It’s too much fun to watch her act like aninsecure young actress when I know she’s a whip-wielding director.

“I expect you to work hard on this scene.” I muster a stern, teacherly voice. “You shouldknow your linesinside and out.”

She nods, her eyes fixed on the ground. Although it's probably not what a real director would do—let’s hope not anyway—I tilt her chin up and run a thumb over her smooth cheek.

“You've got tons of talent, Elise. This is your chance to show me what you can do,” I say, caught up in our scene of encouragement and seduction. "You want to impress me, don't you?"

She whispers so softly, I have to lean in to hear.

“What if I mess up my lines? What if I don’t impress you? I really, really need this role. I’d doanythingto get the part.”

Her earnest begging is going to kill me. Jesus, my cock is so hard it’s leaking.

"Anything?" I ask while trying to seem detached.I'm very much not detached.

“Anything, sir."

"That's a good girl," I rasp.

She releases a shaky breath, relief softening her stressed expression.

Elise isn't delivering an academy award performance, but try telling my dick that.

"I just don't know if I can do it in front of everyone."Her voice is timid while her eyes are wide with uncertainty.

Drawing from my far less convincing acting chops, I say, “Would it make you feel better if you audition only for me?”

Her chin tiltsdown while she nods adorably. “Yes, sir.”

Fuck, I could take her right now. Bend her over that stage and slam my cock in her welcoming body.

“Is there a backstage?” I growl like a starving man ready to dive into a feast.

Turning around and looking over her shoulder, Elise guides me past the stage. We walk deeper into the theater lab where there’s a narrow hallway hidden behind heavy drapery. Her ass jiggles with each step, driving me insane.

The second the drapes fall, I grab her hips and rub my hardness between her globes. “Did you think about my cock when you called me to your theater, Elise? Got me so worked up just driving over.”

“Took you long enough,” she says with a chuckle, back to her sassy self.

I walk us forward till we hit a wall. Pushing my length against her, I relish her canted hips and sexy groans.