Dream Sequence
It all started with a dream last night. It opened with me in the backstage dressing room of an apparent musical. I was there to meet someone I know, otherwise, I wouldn't be there. I was obviously also not in utter panick so I know that I was not in charge. People were scurring around, trying to get things ready. I seem to notice that there seemed to be more performers running aroud half dressed or at most completly dressed and trying to get into place.
For some reason I thought that this production was for Bob Fosse's [i]Chicago[/i]. I had a feeling, because it was one of my favorite musicals and I noticed that there were guys in tuxs getting ready. What I didn't expect (or at least if I were concious, sub-conciously I probably did afterall I was there to see him off) was Rob with a part of the dance group in tighty white underwear. I wasn't exactly surprised as I congratulated him wishing him the best of luck on stage.
Quickly it was time to start the production. Apparently time has fastforwarded and I was late to my seating. I highly doubt that because of the nature of I was probably occupied somewhere else before I took my seat. And apparently it was first come first serve seating.
For some reason, the entire seating arrangement reminded me of the theatre, most apparently the big gap between groups of seating. and I mean big, at least 3 rows wide. As I tried to find my seating among tuxedo'd men and debutantes, I ended up being coralled by an eldery old lady to take the seat in front of her, about 10'. It was a regular chair, almost a school chair right behind the next grouping of seats that reached around 14-20 rows since the stage was so far away. I don't know if it was before or after this scene, but I did manage to catch Rob's group dancing on stage, all of them in same underwear. He was graceful on his steps, performing his dance as chereographed, light as a feather.
As I sat down, I had noticed that a pretty Asian girl sat next to me. What her seat was, the same chair as mine or a proper theatre seat, I forgot or didn't notice. She was fairly full faced, with round cheeks and plush lips, which leads me to believe that she was Malaysian, if not as least Vietmanese. She had short hair but a fairly slim body, not model thin but thin enough. And for some reason she took an interest in me. She began talking to me, how if she get's horny enough, she can be as raunchy as a 15 year old. Obviously this made me take a second glance at her, but as with most Asians, the approximation of their age is quite difficult due to our tight skin and youthful appearance. And for some reason she chose me to be her escort home for tonight.
All the while I was busy trying to watch the stage, but noticed that there were more...period piece (18th century 17th century) style costumes worn by the performers. As huge ass dresses and modern tuxedos dance together, I began to think that this isn't quite the perfomance that I wanted to see. If anything it was more leant towards the feeling of "Beauty and the Beast" than "Chicago".
I think some scene passed where I took the bus, chasing or following the girl in my dream. Eventually it fastforwarded to a point I where there was either a Asian or Caucasian woman, near the foot end of the bed, on her back, body propped up her elbows, knees up, and telling one guy on the bed (to her left,) to mount her on top while I take her from below (the ass for those of you confused). She was prettier than the first girl I talked to. But for some reason it was sort of hazy on whether or not she was naked. It looked like she was but I didn't see any of the [i]censor worthy[/i] spots, if anything it looked like she had a full body stocking on her.
My attention got caught on the first girl, who was still fully dressed sitting on the floor. who encouraged me to have some fun with her. I declined, just automatically, not in a way because it was kinda fucking weird to have a pseudo orgy going on, not even the fact that she could be 15 (remember kiddies, in wonderful BC 14 is the age of consent),not even the fact that she was referring herself to be raunchy as hell or even for the possibility that she might be a prostitute. But more of the fact that in real life I didn't want any.
However I did ask for her phone-number or e-mail address. For some reason she produced an ID which was also a cop badge, thus making it more apparent she was working vice if anything else. I continued to mark down her address, not sure whether or not if I was actually marking it down...it was coming to the point where my dream is ending. But all the time she had this nice coy smile on her face.
It all started with a dream last night. It opened with me in the backstage dressing room of an apparent musical. I was there to meet someone I know, otherwise, I wouldn't be there. I was obviously also not in utter panick so I know that I was not in charge. People were scurring around, trying to get things ready. I seem to notice that there seemed to be more performers running aroud half dressed or at most completly dressed and trying to get into place.
For some reason I thought that this production was for Bob Fosse's [i]Chicago[/i]. I had a feeling, because it was one of my favorite musicals and I noticed that there were guys in tuxs getting ready. What I didn't expect (or at least if I were concious, sub-conciously I probably did afterall I was there to see him off) was Rob with a part of the dance group in tighty white underwear. I wasn't exactly surprised as I congratulated him wishing him the best of luck on stage.
Quickly it was time to start the production. Apparently time has fastforwarded and I was late to my seating. I highly doubt that because of the nature of I was probably occupied somewhere else before I took my seat. And apparently it was first come first serve seating.
For some reason, the entire seating arrangement reminded me of the theatre, most apparently the big gap between groups of seating. and I mean big, at least 3 rows wide. As I tried to find my seating among tuxedo'd men and debutantes, I ended up being coralled by an eldery old lady to take the seat in front of her, about 10'. It was a regular chair, almost a school chair right behind the next grouping of seats that reached around 14-20 rows since the stage was so far away. I don't know if it was before or after this scene, but I did manage to catch Rob's group dancing on stage, all of them in same underwear. He was graceful on his steps, performing his dance as chereographed, light as a feather.
As I sat down, I had noticed that a pretty Asian girl sat next to me. What her seat was, the same chair as mine or a proper theatre seat, I forgot or didn't notice. She was fairly full faced, with round cheeks and plush lips, which leads me to believe that she was Malaysian, if not as least Vietmanese. She had short hair but a fairly slim body, not model thin but thin enough. And for some reason she took an interest in me. She began talking to me, how if she get's horny enough, she can be as raunchy as a 15 year old. Obviously this made me take a second glance at her, but as with most Asians, the approximation of their age is quite difficult due to our tight skin and youthful appearance. And for some reason she chose me to be her escort home for tonight.
All the while I was busy trying to watch the stage, but noticed that there were more...period piece (18th century 17th century) style costumes worn by the performers. As huge ass dresses and modern tuxedos dance together, I began to think that this isn't quite the perfomance that I wanted to see. If anything it was more leant towards the feeling of "Beauty and the Beast" than "Chicago".
I think some scene passed where I took the bus, chasing or following the girl in my dream. Eventually it fastforwarded to a point I where there was either a Asian or Caucasian woman, near the foot end of the bed, on her back, body propped up her elbows, knees up, and telling one guy on the bed (to her left,) to mount her on top while I take her from below (the ass for those of you confused). She was prettier than the first girl I talked to. But for some reason it was sort of hazy on whether or not she was naked. It looked like she was but I didn't see any of the [i]censor worthy[/i] spots, if anything it looked like she had a full body stocking on her.
My attention got caught on the first girl, who was still fully dressed sitting on the floor. who encouraged me to have some fun with her. I declined, just automatically, not in a way because it was kinda fucking weird to have a pseudo orgy going on, not even the fact that she could be 15 (remember kiddies, in wonderful BC 14 is the age of consent),not even the fact that she was referring herself to be raunchy as hell or even for the possibility that she might be a prostitute. But more of the fact that in real life I didn't want any.
However I did ask for her phone-number or e-mail address. For some reason she produced an ID which was also a cop badge, thus making it more apparent she was working vice if anything else. I continued to mark down her address, not sure whether or not if I was actually marking it down...it was coming to the point where my dream is ending. But all the time she had this nice coy smile on her face.
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