I was fucking my boss.
I was in love with my boss.
What the fuck do you give your boss when your cock is buried deeply within him almost every night?
I opened the book and read about the hidden prince. He had run away from Allyria, where his mother was trying to get him to grow up and marry someone. He had another thing in mind.
I lost myself in the story and barely heard Finn knock on the door. I glanced up from my book and laughed out loud.
“That’s… I think my hard-on is back.” I stared at his naked body as he grabbed his leg and slowly lifted it into the air above his head.
If you can fuck a Broadway dancer, you definitely should. The flexibility is everything.
“I finished early.”
“Before I ravish you… Do you feel good about it?”
“I knew it better than I thought. I’ll work on the last couple of scenes in the second act tomorrow. I have time. I’m a fast memorizer. Do you feel inspired? Can I pull you away from your book?”
I set the book down on the table, stretched my body out, and put my hands behind my head. “I mean, I’m a little tired now.”
“Really?”
“Get your ass over here,” I growled.
As I touched him – fucked him – All I could think about was how much I loved him.
What do you give the person you love besides yourself?
3
FINN
Iworked all day, and Buffy and Jim came in and watched me while I rehearsed by myself. I knew the dances, so that wasn’t a problem. I was a quick study, but some of Scrooge’s speeches were inherently difficult. And the songs were wordy. Memorizing lyrics was a lot harder than dialogue. But I had listened to this cast recording over and over, so I knew it.
I think.
I mean, I could sing it along with the cast recording without a problem. But would I know it when it was just me and no backing tracks? I asked Buffy to call our piano player and see if she could get here earlier so I could go over a couple of the more difficult songs. Scrooge may have been the lead, but he only really sang four songs in the show. I could definitely get through the group numbers without a problem.
It was always the eleven o’clock number that would be hard. I mean, it was the show stopper for the whole show, wasn’t it?
I worked hard. Scrooge didn’t have a lot of choreography, and with my injury, that was a good thing. He was an old man, so he danced like one. Well, he barely danced. He moved around alot. I ran over all the numbers, and as I thought, I had no trouble there. I knew them.
“Looking good. How are you feeling?” Jim clapped from the wings.
“I’m… It’s going to be fine. But I’m going to stay stressed until I take that bow.”
“Buffy said Jack called. His snot has become a high fever, and he’s afraid he’ll be out all weekend.”
“Shit. Well, I guess I’m going to close the show as Scrooge. Will you give the curtain speech, babe?”
“Oh, I… uh… I hate public speaking, but sure. For you, I’d skydive if you asked.”
“I have always wanted to.”
“I would rather not.”
“I’d never ask you to. It’s hilarious to me that someone who climbs as high on a ladder as you do has a fear of heights.”
