Play Dirty #2 Page 4

  That they would be spending time together, alone, was the sweetest icing on her cinnamon bun. Even if Romeo was forced to be with her—whoever he was. After seeing her name in the coveted role, she had lost all interest in the rest of the cast—she would still be in close proximity to her soul’s mate. And surely Romeo would need bathroom breaks, or have a conflicting schedule on certain days. Lynn would ensure her schedule remained wide open.

  As wide open as she was willing to splay her legs for him.

  Lynn swallowed back the arousal and flipped absentmindedly through her tablet, looking over the latest math homework she knew she would not turn in. Anything to pass the time until his beautiful lips finally called her name.

  “Miss Viggiani, our Juliet. My desk, please.”

  His tone was even, but she needed to see his eyes. Matthew was an incredible actor. She had watched him shift his entire being on stage for a role. His classroom may as well have been one large stage, too. She needed to really look at him and see what he was feeling under all the bravado he demonstrated in class.

  When she approached him, she noticed his eyes dip into the lacy crevices around her breasts, that may or may not have been intentional, and a thrill tripped through her. He wanted her. He had to. His hunger may have been muted, but she could feel him practically vibrating around her. How could she not? They were the same. She understood him.

  “Is this wise, you and I working so closely together?” Lynn whispered.

  Matthew twirled his pen twice before meeting her eyes. The silence killed her. These next several weeks were going to be either the best or worst of her life.

  “I’m absolutely certain it is not.”

  Lynn shivered.

  Theater work was grueling. Several months had passed since Lynn had graced the wooden planks, black binder in hand, ready to shed her skin and become someone else, and the time away was evident. She endured group rehearsals with Aria, which were plenty and arduous, and with her Romeo, far from a plastic dolt, but still the mildly infuriating Aidan Nelson.

  Matthew was full of incredible acting tips. At the end of the first week, her acting wings felt stretched and pulled, painful, but all for the best. What she didn’t have, however, was a lot of one-on-one time. Lynn assumed she would get a free pass from his No Individual Rehearsals rule, but he was adamant. Or so she thought, until Aidan began asking questions for their infamous balcony scene, referencing a previous rehearsal night that Lynn had not been a part of.

  “Just give it a shot,” Matthew said. “When we went over it two nights ago, you really nailed the urgency of his desires. That’s what is important here for Romeo, don’t forget. There is an imbedded urgency. They hardly knew each other, but they fell hard and fast. He let his hormones interfere with his logical state, which he clearly had to have in order to continue with the Montague legacy.”

  “Right. Letting my dick be my guide.”

  Matthew snapped and pointed at Aidan. “Exactly. Your lust is serving as a compass, and in this scene, you’re being a moderate creeper with a really hungry dick. Shakespeare ties it up in pretty bows, but don’t let the flowery language fool you. If you’re prowling around a girl’s window in the middle of the night, what are you really looking for?”

  Lynn shuddered at the grin eating up Aidan’s face. He was, for all intents and purposes, an attractive guy. He perpetually hovered near the top of the class academically, was student body vice president, and unabashedly displayed his theater nerd pride. Truly, Lynn liked Aidan and was happy he landed the roll rather than someone else… like Franklin Undersmith.

  But Lynn didn’t want Aidan as her Romeo, she wanted Matthew. A ridiculous request? Definitely. She knew it was impossible and impractical and stupid, just plain stupid. Aidan was a great partner and a decent actor. She just didn’t want to picture Aidan hiding behind the bushes, grabbing his cock and fantasizing about her walking around half-dressed.

  That was Matthew’s job, even if he pretended it wasn’t.

  Because that’s all Matthew had done for the last several rehearsals: pretend he had no interest in Lynn. Never mind his warning that their personal rehearsals could be dangerous for the two of them. He was so intent on keeping things professional, there was practically a moat growing between them.

  Lynn was a shitty swimmer. How was she supposed to ford the river and get him back? And now, now he was holding private rehearsals with everyone but her.

  “Now. Our fair Juliet.” Matthew rubbed his hands together. “You are a lot younger, keep that in mind, okay? Thirteen back then may not have been a catastrophically big deal, but the juxtaposition between these young, horny assholes versus the significantly older and more mature cast of family and friends is important. You two are making a dumbass mistake in the name of love and taking the whole ship down with it. As we’ve talked about, we can angle it as all Romeo’s fault, or look into the context of Juliet being so sheltered that she decided to break free from the establishment and take a go at her own life. This is important, because this is what determines how you react to his advances. Clearly, you want him. But how badly and for what reasons, is what you, as the actor, need to determine. Follow me?”

  She nodded, making little notes along the white space of her script. Lynn understood this inner monologue to Juliet better than most. She, too, was on a family pedestal of expectations and Matthew offered the promise of something dangerous, exciting, and world changing. When he wasn’t avoiding her. She was willing to eschew tradition and expectation in the name of pleasure and freedom.

  This, she determined, was her angle for Juliet.

  “One second, kids.” Matthew held up a finger and checked his phone. “I need to step out and take this. Run through the lines here and think about your motivation. When I come back, we’ll discuss and do it again.”

  Once he was gone, Aidan turned to her with a bright grin. “He’s intense.”

  “I… yeah.” Lynn nodded, careful to keep herself behind a shield of innocence. “But in a good way? I never thought of Juliet like this before, you know? And we’ve had to study this stupid play in three different classes.”

  “Yeah.” Aidan sort of laughed and scratched the back of his head. “I wasn’t exactly excited about it until he discussed his vision in class. So. How do you want to do this?”

  Lynn reviewed her notes. “Well, I’m leaning towards Juliet doing this to be on her own and eschew the Capulet legacy. Hormones are important and all, but a lady of her age and position would have been expected to do a lot. I think she shunned that life because Romeo promised her something the others wouldn’t—freedom, maybe a little danger, the opportunity to live life under Juliet’s terms. She probably hated being a Capulet. Women didn’t have many rights as it was, but to have these family rules on top of it had to really suck.”

  “I like that.” He nodded. “You’re crazy talented. You know that, right? I mean, watching you own Juliet is really cool… and really intimidating. I just hope I can keep up.”

  Lynn blushed. None of her classmates ever really complimented her, but the competition had always been fierce. “Thanks, Aidan. You’re doing amazing as Romeo. I think we’ll blow everyone over with this.”

  “Okay!” Matthew pushed his way back into the room and clapped his hands. “We’ve got a few minutes left with Aidan, so let’s run through the balcony scene twice more.”

  “Where are you going?” Lynn asked. She had no idea rehearsal was going to end early today, and struggled to hide her disappointment. They may not have been alone, but this was the only opportunity for her to spend some time with Matthew without having Aria breathing down his neck.

  “Um. Appointment.” Aidan looked uncomfortable. “So, start at the top of the scene?”

  Lynn didn’t push. She knew what it was like, having responsibilities and appointments no one wanted to talk about. Like the excruciating family therapy sessions her mother had dragged them to a few years back.

  They ran the scene t
wice more. Matthew had positive feedback for them both, affirming he liked the direction they were “starting to move towards.” All in all, it was a great rehearsal. Aidan packed quickly and waved goodbye, but Lynn dawdled, wanting to draw out her time with her director who was keen on avoiding her.

  “At least I’m on the right path, right?”

  “Absolutely.” Matthew grabbed a chair and sat in it backwards, resting his arms along the top of the back. “We still have an hour, if you’re willing to work.”

  She bit her lip, the only excitement she permitted herself to display, and nodded. “The balcony monologue?”

  He nodded, still showing indifference to their sudden change in audience. “Let’s take what we’ve discussed tonight and really hone it. This is your first monologue, your first opportunity to let the audience in on the heartache and soul that is Juliet Capulet. Sell this and everyone will be eating out of your hand.”

  She nodded, flipping through pages to the scene, pretending the images in her head were not of him eating out of her anything. Lynn cleared her throat a few times and took her place on stage. She focused on the new path she wanted to take with Juliet, and began.

  “O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?”

  “Okay, stop.”

  Lynn jerked, surprised at his immediate note.

  “What are you trying to do here?”

  She thought a moment. “She…”

  “You.”

  “I am… airing out my thoughts. Discussing my innermost fantasies, I guess.”

  He nodded, once. “Okay. If that is what you are trying to do, keep that in mind. Start again.”

  She jotted down fantasies above the next and started again. This time she made it four lines in before he stopped her. And then six lines. And eight. Then back to four. Hiding her frustration became impossible as she felt angry heat crawl along her neck.

  Matthew was a phenomenal coach, truly. Everything he said felt important and left her filling up the white spaces with notes instead of blocking, but the repetition was taking its toll. Goddammit, just let her do it.

  “Are you sure I should have been cast as this part?” Lynn tossed her binder down and buried her face in her hands. “Because I apparently keep fucking it all up.”

  “One hundred percent certain. But you don’t want to be a high-school actress forever, do you? If you intend to break out on stage, then start acting the part. You’ve got everything you need deep inside, Lynn. Reach for it. Unlock it. Rely on it.”

  Lynn shook herself and took a deep breath before starting again. She made it all the way to, “What’s Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot” before he called her out again. Lynn flopped to the floor and belted out a scream of frustration.

  “The hallmark of a truly great theater actor is being able to deliver the same lines every night exactly the same way, without losing an ounce of emotion.” Matthew didn’t get up, but changed his tone slightly, more Pep Talk than Quit Sucking. “You have to repeat yourself night after night after night. The experience must be the same on opening night as it is on night number twenty-five. This is how you build a career, Lynn. Consistency. Emotion. Power. Do it again.”

  Lynn closed her eyes and focused, just like she’d watched Matthew do the afternoon they auditioned together. She imagined young Juliet, so desperate for freedom and love and a life of her own. She pictured herself on that balcony, finally free to verbalize her feelings to Matthew, wondering why their titles, teacher and student, had to stop them from being together, and it clicked.

  She made it through the entire monologue without stopping. “Romeo, doff they name and for that name which is no part of thee, take all myself.”

  Lynn opened her eyes and exhaled, wiping away a tear. Matthew studied her for a moment, his face a mask of mystery. “Good. Again.”

  It was a start. She did it again, this time letting tears into the end of her performance. Before she could open her eyes, he said, “Again.”

  On they continued for what felt like an eternity. Lynn figuratively sliced herself open and poured herself onto the stage, begging for a Romeo she could never have to come and save her. And Matthew simply said, “Again.”

  After her fifth delivery, his voice moved. She could hear him circling her as she delivered her lines behind the gracious darkness of her lids. When she finished, there was a scraping noise.

  “Sit.”

  A chair was waiting behind her. She obeyed. “Does she have a chaise out on the balcony?”

  “Not quite.” He was still behind her, but she felt a shift in his presence. “We are going to try an experiment, Miss Viggiani. I want consistency, do you understand?”

  She nodded, chills creeping up her spine.

  “Begin.”

  “O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore are thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name.”

  He appeared in front of her, wolfish and prowling.

  She swallowed hard. “Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love—”

  Matthew dropped to his knees in front of her and motioned for her to continue.

  “—and I’ll no longer be a Capulet.”

  He dragged his fingers across her skin, slowly up her legs. Oh, god. He was touching her. Really touching her. Lynn wanted to savor the feeling building in the pit of her stomach, to roll around in the closeness finally growing between them, but she feared he would stop.

  “’Tis but thy name that is my enemy. Thou are thyself, though not a Montague.”

  Matthew slowly pushed back her dress and she watched his eyes betray his stalwart jaw as he realized she was wearing no panties. When he touched her inner thighs, she gasped. He stood and backed away, crossing his arms.

  “Again.”

  Lynn closed her eyes and had to take a deep breath. So this was how he wanted to play. Perfect delivery meant he would finally give her what she wanted, what she’d been dreaming of from the moment he took her phone on the first day of class. Not only his touch—him. He was finally tearing down the wall he built between them, reaching out to her after turning gargoyle. This simple gift, this offering he presented, brought her to tears.

  He said nothing, let her have her moment, and when she finally surfaced from behind her hands and took a deep breath, he said, “Begin.”

  “O Romeo, Romeo!” Her Romeo closed the gap between them quickly and dropped to his knees. “Wherefore art thou Romeo?”

  She could hear the husky way his breath poured from his lips, ready to devour her. Lynn took another breath and continued. “Deny thy father and refuse thy name; or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love…”

  Matthew grasped her hips and slid her carefully to the edge of her seat. He blew gently on her exposed cunt, and she shuddered but remained silent, swallowing down her arousal.

  “And I’ll no longer be a Capulet.”

  He rewarded her with a slow, long lick. She moaned slightly. He pulled back and stared at her.

  “’Tis by thy name that is the enemy; thou art thyself, though not a Montague.” He returned to her pink wetness. Lynn delivered her lines carefully, slowly leaning against the chair to give him full access to her pussy. He took her greedily, letting her experience the full decimation of the blockade that prevented him from loving her the way she so desperately wanted. “What’s in a name? that which we call a rose by any name would smell as sweet.”

  Matthew’s beautiful curls tickled her thighs in the most perfect, satisfying way, and his tongue made love to her. He nibbled on her clit and sucked deeply. Lynn closed her eyes, trying to still the cresting waves rolling through her, begging for the release she’d long desired.

  “So Romeo, would he not Romeo call’d, retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, and for that name, which is no part of thee, take all myself.”

  She exhaled with relief. She made it to the end and could finally enjoy her sexy Romeo between her legs.

  He sucked hard on her clit and pulled back. “Thou kno
w’st the mask…”

  Lynn whimpered and shook her head. No more. God, no more rehearsing, no more lines. Let him destroy her with his tongue, but no more Shakespeare.

  Matthew sat back and stared at her, hard. “Thou know’st the mask.”

  She dropped her head back and sighed. Fine, she would play his games. She would walk to the moon if it meant his face would return between her legs. He handed her the black binder and waited patiently for her to flip to the appropriate page.

  “Thou know’st the mask of night is on my face, else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek. For that which thou hast heard me speak tonight, fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny what I have spoke.”

  Matthew returned to her waiting cunt, rewarding her lines with a finger inside of her. He tickled her g-spot and added another. Lynn was certain, as the frenzy in her blood grew, there was no way she would survive this. Each stroke, each lick, made her insane with desire. She wanted to throw away the binder, forget this silly girl, and ride his face until she screamed his name. She wanted to feel his scruff against her until she shook and experienced a little death as an orgasm claimed her.

  But every time she paused, each extra breath, caused him to stop. Soon, the growing orgasm took control of her body, unwilling to let her stop. She had to finish this monologue to keep him pressed to her, to let her body explode across his tongue and into his mouth. Stopping meant dying. There was no question.

  “In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond, and therefore thou mayst think my ‘havior light. But trust me, gentleman, I’ll prove more true than those that have more cunning to be strange.”

  As Juliet professed her love to Romeo, Lynn professed hers to Matthew. As he licked her hungrily, she grinded against him in gasping poetry. This was her love song, her devotion. And he responded in reverent prayer, her lips moving against hers, cleansing her of her sins. This was more than oral sex, this was an awakening.

  “But that thou overheard’st, ere I was ware, my true love’s passion…”