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Author’s Note: This story was inspired by Jennifer B and takes place in a universe where STDs do not exist. Comments are always greatly appreciated.

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Jenn was relieved to finally be graduating high school, six months after turning 18. She was desperate to get on with her life and not be forced to do anything that didn’t interest her, like school. A good student, she had always gotten good grades, not wanting to disappoint her grandparents who had raised her after her parents had been killed in an accident when she was just a little girl. She didn’t even remember them.

Jenn had dreamed all her life of becoming an actress. Her only other living relative, an uncle, her father’s younger brother, was an actor, always appearing in bit parts in various television shows and plays. Even though he was family, Jenn wasn’t crazy about him, always thinking of him as a dirty old man, mostly because she had never seen him with the same woman twice and always with women who appeared to be much younger than him. Not a prude, Jenn felt that a 20-year difference in ages was inappropriate.

Jenn scoured the trade magazines, looking for any auditions that she might be able to attend, desperate to break into the world of theater and film as an actress. She tried to keep her spirits up as she’d attend each interview, only to leave disappointed when they’d decline to even let her audition due to her young age and total lack of experience except in a few school plays.

Jenn always tried to dress more maturely when she’d go for an interview after the first few disappointments, wanting to appear older when they first saw her so that when they realized how young that she actually was, that they’d consider her based upon her appearance. At 5’6″ and 100lbs, Jenn was an attractive young woman with brown hair and hazel eyes, high wide cheekbones, and a sexy, come-hither smile. She had a long neck and slender legs, her full C-cup breasts incongruously filling her chest in contrast to her slight build, giving the impression of a physical maturity that belied her actual age.

“It’s never easy,” Dorothy, her grandmother told her when she came home in tears from yet another disappointing interview. “I remember wanting to quit trying, being turned down so many times. Then I finally got accepted, even though it was a very small, insignificant role, but I made the best of it and got noticed. From then on, even though they were small parts at first, I got more and more jobs until I was finally recognized and accepted as an actress. Eventually I got to the point where I could pick my jobs and not just have to settle for what I could get. But it’s a life full of disappointments and you need to believe in yourself and have courage to succeed.”

“I don’t have to be famous or anything, but I want to be an actress,” Jenn sobbed. “It’s what I was meant to be, I know it.”

“If that’s the case, then you will be an actress,” Henry, her grandfather said, smiling benignly. “Even your Uncle Paul still struggles to find parts at times and he’s been doing this for more than 20 years.”

“But at least he finds parts,” Jenn complained. “He gets to act.”

“Yes, he does, but he is seldom happy with the parts that he gets,” Dorothy sighed. “Paul imagines himself to be a big romantic star, but his youth has passed him by and I don’t think that will ever happen.”

“He has all of those young girlfriends, though,” Jenn said, shaking her head. “He sure acts the part.”

“It’s just window dressing, to assuage his ego,” Henry said.

“As long as he’s happy, that’s what’s important,” Dorothy said. “I was happy with the least of roles as opposed to sitting at home without one. If you’re driven and there is no life other than acting for you, then any role is better than no role. I’m sure that something will show up sooner or later and then you’ll look back and laugh at the difficulties you had in making it.”

“I sure hope so,” Jenn sighed.

Jenn continued to look for auditions to sign up for, but not living in a mecca of film and entertainment, they were far and few between. Then one day she saw an advertisement in one of the trade magazines looking to audition players for an ‘adventurous’ new play. With a sigh, Jenn sent an email to the address listed and hoped to hear a reply. To her great surprise, a week later she received an email inviting her to interview to audition.

Desperate, Jenn dressed for her interview, wanting to make a good impression. She knew that her legs were one of her better features, so she wore a mid-thigh length skirt to show them off. A simple white blouse that allowed the lacy bra that she wore beneath to be seen through the material topped it off. Experience had already informed her that people had a hard time avoiding looking at her full breasts and she wanted to attract attention.

“This is a play about an older man who seduces a younger girl and trains her to be a sex toy that he shares with others,” Simone, the director of the play explained to her. “It is very adult themed bostancı escort and there will be nudity and sexuality involved. You seem very young and you have no experience. I’m not sure that this is the part for you. Do you feel that you are capable of taking on a part like this, one that will involve nude sex scenes with multiple actors?”

“I want to be an actress,” Jenn replied nervously. “I am an actress. I’m sure that I can play any part.”

“You are very beautiful and there is an innocence about you that is very appealing that would suit the part,” Simone observed, “but I don’t know that you’ve had enough life experience to play the sexually hungry young woman that this play is about.”

“I’m not a virgin, if that’s what you mean,” Jenn said, blushing.

“But have you ever considered what it would be like to perform a nude scene on stage, one with graphic sexuality?” Simone asked. “This play will only be performed in adult theaters to intimate audiences of 100 or less.”

“I see,” Jenn said, blanching slightly as what Simone was saying sank in.

“Maybe you’d like to think about it,” Simone said. “I’m willing to let you try an audition, but only if you first think about it and decide that you’re willing and capable of dealing with a part like this.”

“Maybe I should think about it,” Jenn conceded.

“I think that would be best,” Simone agreed. “Here’s my card,” she said, handing it to her. “If you decide that you want to audition, just give me a call.”

Jenn couldn’t decide how she felt as she found her way home and flopped down on her bed. On the one hand, she was desperate for a part, any part, but on the other hand, while technically not a virgin, her depth and range of sexual experience wasn’t that broad. She had been with a few different boys and had found the experiences a lot of fun, but the idea of being nude on stage gave her goose flesh. She didn’t know if she could do that.

“Grandma, did you ever do any, uh, you know, nude scenes or anything like that?” Jenn asked at dinner that evening.

“Oh, my,” Dorothy laughed. “Yes, I have to admit that I did, but only in my early years when I was trying to establish myself.”

“What was it like?” Jenn asked.

“Oh, very embarrassing and also very exciting, all at once,” Dorothy replied, smiling.

“Was that before or after you met Grandpa?” Jenn asked.

“Oh, after,” Dorothy replied.

“Wasn’t it hard, doing a love scene or a nude scene?” Jenn asked.

“At first, yes,” Dorothy replied. “But I always had your grandfather there to support me.”

“What do you mean?” Jenn asked.

“I can still remember your first love scene,” Henry laughed. “She was so nervous, she wasn’t going to do it until I offered to be there with her. She was afraid that I’d be upset.”

“Were you?” Jenn asked. “Didn’t it bother you that she would have a love scene with someone else?”

“Not really,” Henry replied, shrugging. “It was acting. It wasn’t personal or anything.”

“Not really!” Dorothy snorted, laughing. “Your grandfather would get so excited watching me do those type of scenes that he’d attack me as soon as we got home. They did wonders for our love life.”

“Well…” Henry said.

“It excited you?” Jenn asked, surprise writ large on her face.

“Your grandmother was a very beautiful, sexy woman,” Henry replied. “Still is.”

“You are such a liar, but I love your lies,” Dorothy laughed.

“Are you asking these questions because of the interview you had today?” Henry asked.

“Yes,” Jenn replied. “The director, Simone, is willing to let me audition, but only if I’m willing to do it. The part has nudity and stuff. She said the play will only be done in adult theaters.”

“I see,” Dorothy said slowly. “That’s quite a big step for your first part. Are you sure that that’s what you want to do?”

“Would it be wrong?” Jenn asked.

“Of course not,” Dorothy replied, “but you want to take a part that you know that you can do so that your performance will get noticed and you’ll get offered more opportunities. If you’re trying to do a part that you can’t wear effectively, you’ll hurt your chances of further work. It’s very important to only take on parts that you know that you can wear convincingly. So many actors ruin their future chances by being so desperate for a part that they’ll accept one that isn’t suitable for them for one reason or another. They don’t perform convincingly because they can’t wear the part effectively and they end up doing something other than acting.”

“But I am desperate,” Jenn complained. “I’ve answered dozens of ads, gone to dozens of interviews, been turned down on all of them, not even given a chance to audition. It’s not fair that I’m being penalized because I’m young.”

“Maybe you need to find parts that fit your age better,” Henry suggested.

“But I’m an actress,” Jenn insisted. “I can play anything, any age. The visuals can be dealt with with makeup.”

“Then büyükçekmece escort you just need to decide whether you want to be naked on a stage in front of people,” Dorothy said, “doing those type of scenes.”

“Did you like it?” Jenn asked.

“Are you kidding?” Henry snorted, then laughed. “She just loved knowing how much she was turning people on.”

“And you took total advantage of it, didn’t you, you old goat?” Dorothy retorted, smiling with incredible love at her husband of more than 40 years.

“Damned right, I did,” Henry replied, laughing.

“And he hasn’t changed a bit,” Dorothy said, winking at Jenn. “He’s still a randy old goat.”

“Well, I haven’t heard you complaining, have I?” Henry asked.

“And you won’t, either,” Dorothy laughed as Jenn just stared at her grandparents in amazement.

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“Simone, this is Jenn,” she said into the phone. “I’d like to audition, please.”

“Well, why don’t you come at 1:00 and we’ll talk some more, then we’ll take it from there,” Simone replied.

Jenn hoped that her nervousness didn’t show when she arrived for her meeting with Simone. She had chosen to wear a tube dress that clung tightly to her body. Wanting to sell herself as capable of the part, she pulled the dress down to her upper thighs and the top she adjusted to show a generous portion of the swell of her unencumbered breasts.

“You look very nice,” Simone said when she greeted her and invited her into her office.

“Thank you,” Jenn replied, sitting on the leather sofa with her.

“So, you think you’re ready for a part like this?” Simone asked.

“Yes,” Jenn replied, having determined to only be positive in her responses, no hesitations or wishy-washy replies. Confident.

“Let me tell you a little more about the part first,” Simone said. “It’s about an innocent young woman who is seduced by and also seduces an older man. She will become addicted to the sexual experiences that he trains her to enjoy, to the point that she not only doesn’t object, but looks forward to the various people that her older lover produces so that he can see how she is evolving as a sex toy.”

“I-I see,” Jenn said, swallowing, stunned. The insinuations of what she was being told shocked her.

“Have you ever been with a woman or a black man?” Simone asked, arching an eyebrow.

“N-no,” Jenn replied.

“Would that present a problem for you, then?” Simone asked.

“I-I never even considered anything like that,” Jenn replied, blushing. “But I’m not prejudiced or anything.”

“I see,” Simone said, a slight frown on her face. “This might not be the part for you, Jenn,” she suggested.

“I’m an actress,” Jenn declared. “I’m sure that I’d have no problem with it.”

“Well, quite frankly, I’m concerned about your ability to handle the part,” Simone said.

“I’m sure that I can do what you need,” Jenn said. “You direct, I do, right?” she asked, smiling.

“Yes, that’s normally how it works,” Simone agreed with a laugh. “Your very innocence would definitely work in your favor,” Simone said, nodding thoughtfully. “I’ll tell you what. You do a short audition for me today, show me that you can be passionate, sexual, not afraid to let yourself go in front of an audience. If I think that there’s anything to work with there, then we’ll talk about it, okay?”

“Yes, okay,” Jenn agreed, excited and now suddenly very nervous.

“How many auditions have you actually done, Jenn?” Simone asked.

“Three,” Jenn replied, “for school plays.”

“Have you ever made love, had sex in front of anyone before?” Simone asked.

“No,” Jenn replied, blushing.

“And do you really think that you could do that, in front of me, or a handful of people, or an audience of dozens?” Simone asked.

“It’s just acting, though, right?” Jenn asked.

“Yes, it is just acting, but you are still doing it,” Simone replied. “It’s just not personal.”

“I’m sure that I can do it, then,” Jenn said.

“Jenn, I like you,” Simone said. “I think that you’re really sweet and I can feel your desire, your obsession with becoming an actress. But I am really concerned that this part just isn’t for you. I should just go by that feeling and thank you for your time and wish you well, but for some reason…”

“I’m not sure what to say,” Jenn said. “I’m just happy that you’re even considering me.”

“Are you sure that this is what you want or can do? Maybe you’d like to think about it,” Simone suggested.

“Maybe I should think about it,” Jenn replied slowly. “I didn’t realize…it would be a big step for me.”

“I understand,” Simone said, smiling. “Like I said, I like you and wouldn’t want to see you get into anything that was over your head. I think that this might be.”

“Maybe you’re right,” Jenn said, nodding.

“But if you do decide that you’d like to try, that this is something that you’d like to do, you only have çapa escort to give me a call,” Simone said. “We won’t be really starting any rehearsing for a few weeks yet. Maybe you’d be more comfortable as the understudy for the part.”

“Understudy?!” Jenn said.

“People get sick, have accidents,” Simone replied. “Your part is the most important in the show. But whatever you decide, it really has been a pleasure to meet you. I’m sure that one day your name will be in lights, if not with us, then with someone else.”

Jenn was embarrassed by her own obtuseness as she found her way back home, a bit dejected. Simone had all but told her graphically what the play was all about, but she hadn’t heard her. Maybe Simone had been right, maybe Jenn was too young, too innocent for a part like that. The other question, the one that pressed her even more and upset her even more, was did she want to do a part like that. Not knowing whether she wanted to or not was the most shocking part of everything for her, that she was still considering it even after learning what was actually involved.

“Well, are you going to tell us how your interview went?” Henry asked at dinner.

“I don’t know,” Jenn replied honestly. “I guess it went okay because she hasn’t said no. But she also hasn’t said yes, either. She’s leaving it up to me to decide if I want to go through the audition process.”

“That means you’re being considered,” Dorothy said, smiling.

“Grandma, did you ever do a sex scene?” Jenn asked.

“Talk about out of left field,” Henry said, bursting out in laughter, his unruly white hair a halo around his head.

“Well, as a matter of fact, yes, I have,” Dorothy replied. “When I was a young girl trying to break into the acting business, the rules were very different.”

“Tell her about Tangent,” Henry chuckled. “She’s old enough and I certainly don’t care if you don’t.”

“What’s Tangent?” Jenn asked.

“It was a B movie that I had a small part in,” Dorothy replied. “I was the femme fatale. I didn’t have that many lines, but my part was to seduce the married star of the movie. We had a bed scene where because of the type of shot that they were doing, they just barely draped us with a sheet to hide our strategic assets. Wearing anything was not possible, so we had to do the scene naked.”

“How did you feel about that?” Jenn asked.

“Oh, I didn’t mind all that much,” Dorothy replied. “The star was a gorgeous man. I mean, it was on a set with camera people and extras and the director. I didn’t feel unsafe. Besides, your grandfather was there.”

“You were?” Jenn asked.

“You think that I was going to miss seeing her naked in bed with some other guy?” Henry asked, laughing. “I was never going to let her forget it.”

“And he hasn’t, either,” Dorothy laughed.

“The star, Chad, Chad Evers, had done some minor parts in a few Hollywood productions,” Dorothy continued. “He was a big guy, good looking, easy to work with. He never made anyone feel uncomfortable, so I was more excited to be doing a nude scene than anything. It was another notch in my belt of experiences.”

“I’ll say,” Henry chuckled.

“So, there we were in bed, everyone around us,” Dorothy continued. “I was on my back and he was on his side next to me. He was supposed to roll over onto me and make love to me. The director called for action and Chad rolled over onto me. I lifted my legs the way they wanted, wrapping them around his waist. He bent down and kissed me and at the same time I felt him, his cock. We had rehearsed this scene a few times and each time he would just let his cock hang down between my legs while he simulated making love to me.”

“Grandma!” Jenn gasped, hearing the word come out of her mouth.

“Well, what do you call it?” Dorothy asked, glaring at her.

“Yes, but you…you’re my grandmother!” Jenn laughed.

“Well, grandmother or not, it’s still a cock,” Dorothy said, all of them laughing. “It hadn’t been a big deal. A couple of times it would rub against me a bit, but basically it was just holding on while he pumped his hips. I liked the kissing part, though. He was a good kisser.”

“Which she’s never stopped reminding me of,” Henry pointed out.

“Well, this time, our first time actually filming, Chad is kissing me and I felt his cock bump into me,” Dorothy continued. “The next thing I knew, his cock was pushing into me, right there on the set.”

“Oh, my god!” Jenn gasped, laughing. “What did you do?”

“I was so shocked,” Dorothy replied. “I had two distinct thoughts. The first was that I didn’t want to mess up the scene and the other was that his cock felt really good.”

“Shameless hussy,” Henry muttered.

“Oh, my god!” Jenn laughed.

“He didn’t miss a beat, just kept kissing me while fucking me,” Dorothy continued. “It was one of the best kisses of my life. When the director called cut, though, he had the nerve to cum.”

“Oh, no!” Jenn laughed. “Did anyone realize what had happened?”

“Not right away,” Dorothy replied, laughing. “I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to get out of the bed and have everyone see a load of cum running down my thighs and know what had happened, so I just sat up, hoping that most of it would run out of me onto the bed. They could assume what they wanted from a wet bed.”