A Bigger Stage

Rosi dressed carefully after her shower, skin flushed and heart beating quite fast still, then dressed in the clothes she'd set out the night before.

White lace bra, blue cotton button front long sleeved shirt, unbuttoned but tied, and denim shorts over pale blue tangas. The shorts weren't especially short but were certainly well above mid thigh, and were the ones she had Cindyfied last night by snipping open the outer seams all the way to the waistband .. and a pair of black low heeled pumps.

Rosi took a mirror selfie and attached it to a message on Girl Group.

"This is me today for rehearsals Cindy. I did my assignment this morning Sarah and made myself orgasm thinking of Dane watching you and Cindy wash me in the shower :p I hope that was acceptable .. I'll be at the Studio soon .. just getting breakfast at the hotel xx"

And then she did just that, locking her room behind her and making her way to the breakfast bar.
 
"So this is what we've come up with for your competition segment." Cindy was speaking, while holding up her ever-ready sketchbook.

"You start out in this wrap, which looks more or less like a strapless dress. Nothing seems too unusual until you get to the fourth verse, at which point you drop the wrap and underneath it, you're in this strapless ruffled bikini." Cindy turned a page to reveal the next sketch.

"What the audience won't know is that the ruffled parts come off. You lose the ruffled part of the top at the second chorus, then the bottom ruffles at the last chorus. Of course the choreography is Sarah's department."

Cindy offered Rosi the book so that she could examine the sketches more closely.

"Sound good?"
 
"Er ..." Rosi took the sketchbook and flipped through the drawings.

They were really rather good; the form the shading, very easy to picture as actual garments in 3-D, moving with her body as she moved.

Stop avoiding the question, she admonished herself. Enough with giving yourself time to react.

Rosi glanced up at Cindy, then to Sarah, and back to Cindy

This was for TV. Network TV. A popular show. Watched by lots of people.

People such as her Mum. Her school friends. Neighbours, Headmistress.

"So, er ... fourth verse, first time I sing, 'Take off all my clothes,' the er wrap comes off?"

Rosie turned the page.

The ruffled bikini looked decent enough, didn't it?. It was more the suggestion of naughty than reality. She would be covered, and the ruffles would sway and emphasise her dance moves.

"And the ruffles come off the top at 'Dance naked ..' and the bottoms at the last line, "Live naked in his world?"

Rosi noticed that there was no third skefch of what the bikini would look like without the ruffles. She had to use her imagination.

But The Choice had rules, and Cindy wanted to keep her job, and Bob wouldn't allow what he couldn't allow.

Rosi brightened.

"It's great, Cindy, really gets into the song, I'm sure Dane and Doctor Yes will like it, and hopefully the audience too, enough to want to to see more of me," Rosi blushed and corrected herself, " I mean, enough to vote for me!"

"So, the choreography?" and she looked shyly at Sarah, trying to keep the adoration out of her eyes.
 
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"Well, we'll go through it in more detail in about an hour at your first rehearsal," Sarah replied.

"But I'm thinking it will be hot if the dancers take the bikini off you. Er, take the bikini parts off you," she continued, her tone and slight smile belying her "mistake".

"Are you okay with the dancers taking parts of your outfit off you, kitten?"
 
"Er, sure, of course," Rosi hesitated a little as she grappled with the surprise, a new dimension she hadn't thought of.

"Um, dancers? I'd forgotten about them?" and a little shudder went through her as she pictured yet more people in the studio watching her undress, even helping. At least it dealt with the problem of what to do with her discarded clothes.

And the little slip, the bit about the dancers taking her bikini off her, hadn't gone unnoticed, planting the image in her mind of again being stripped completely naked in front of the crew and everyone else.

Shaking her head to clear her mind, to concentrate, she added more decisively, "yes, Sarah, of course"

How could she turn down any suggestion when Sarah called her kitten?
 
Sarah took an apparently casual look around the room, noting no one very near to their little group just at the moment.

"So, how did it feel to wake up naked this morning?" she asked Rosi in a low voice. "Did you have any trouble sleeping? Sometimes people have a hard time getting to sleep if something about the way they're sleeping changes."
 
"Ha ha, no trouble sleeping, Sarah, I went out like a light! I woke up on top of the bed, still, with nothing on," and Rosi smiled at the memory, relishing it. "Then I remembered I was naked just for you, because you asked me. It was nice," and she blushed faintly.

Looking at Cindy, she added, "I hope it was ok to send the other pic, of how I'm dressed today? I thought it might help with rehearsals?"

Then to Sarah again, "You said I could wear anything for rehearsals today, and mentioned shorts, so I thought ... ?" indicating her destroyed denim shorts, isolated in a sea of bare flesh between her tied blue shirt and black pumps.
 
"As long as you can move in them, kitten," Sarah told her.

"And the pic this morning was fine," Cindy added.

Her expression looked a little far-away for a moment. "You say you conked out and slept on top of your blankets all night? That would have been quite the picture. Too bad there was no one there to capture you as you lay sleeping."
 
Rosi nodded to Sarah, then glanced at Cindy.

"Yeah, too bad ... " matching the Designer's mood and tone
 
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"Well, on the other hand..." Cindy's tone turned wry. "Dane watching me and Sarah wash you in the shower, huh?"

"Sounds good, although I don't know if someone like Dane would be content to watch for too long. He'd probably want you and me to give him a double blowjob while he was busy sticking his tongue down Sarah's throat."
 
Rosi blushed again, the graphic suggestion of Cindy's catching her by surprise, and her hand instinctively covered her mouth.

It wasn't just the blatant naughtiness, after all she herself had started it with her own special Shower Scene fantasy, but the casual acceptance that such a fantasy wasn't that farfetched.

Was it actually possible that such a scenario could indeed happen for real?

Rosi rubbed her thighs together in a little wriggle, licking her lips and tried to clear her head of the incredibly sexy suggestion, while looking at Sarah for her reaction.
 
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Sarah looked at Rosi, then at Cindy. "Rosi wants to give a BJ with you,' she told the latter.

"Honestly, Cindy, you accused me of trying to torture the poor girl."

"It's bad enough," she continued in a wry tone, "that you've got her dressing so that every guy who sees her wants to tear her clothes off."
 
"I didn't say I, didn't admit, um, what? Tear my clothes off?"

Rosi tried to cover her confusion at Sarah totally reading her mind, while surprised that her wardrobe change was possibly so effective.

Unless, of course, Sarah was just indulging in a bit of harmless teasing.

Rosie liked the new style Cindy had taught her, though she was quite aware that she wasn't as good at it. Dane and Doctor Yes had liked the Cindy skirt yesterday. She didn't know what they'd think today.

"I um, tried ha ha but Cindy does it much better?" Indicating her own crude attempt to modify her boring shorts.
 
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"Kitten, there's a direct path between male eyes and male sexuality," Sarah said. "All they have to do is see all that skin you're baring, and they'll instantly be thinking about seeing the rest."

"Actually, it pretty well works the same when they just see the lines of your body in something less revealing, like jeans and a t-shirt. Or a parka accessorized with a muffler and boxing gloves."

"Although I have to admit that, in your case, the effect also works pretty well with girls."
 
"Oops! maybe I overdid it?" a little embarassed at copying Cindy's suggested outfit from yesterday, at maybe trying too hard to get male attention?

"I do tend to get a bit overexcited?" and she gave a lopsided grin, trying to say she wasn't upset or taking herself too seriously. Cindy had kind of indicated that the outfit was ok, and Sarah had seemed more concerned that Rosi would be able to dance in what she was wearing.

But that bit about the affect working on girls, too? The thought that Sarah really did like her turned up the thermostat inside. She liked that. Liked it a lot.

"Maybe we should try the song in that parka, muffler and boxing gloves that you mentioned?" Rosi grinned at Sarah.
 
"Maybe you shouldn't kiss her right here in front of everyone," Cindy said to Sarah.

"Honestly, you two, we all need to tone it down a little before we wind up running to the ladies room to rub one out. Or before we wind up in a stall together."

"Anyway, I'm going to go and sew something. You can let me know what I missed later on."
 
The rehearsal room was surprisingly full, and Rosi settled herself on a chair near the piano while the technical people sorted out the camera and sound, and while Sarah organised her three girl dancers.

It was lovely watching sarah work. The girls obviously respected her and liked working with her, and the four of them were stunningly beautiful to look at, making Rosi feel a bit insignificant against their lythe leggy figures.

Doctor Yes and Dane seemed to be busy doing their man-stuff, and the painist was just patiently doing some puzzle while he waited for instructions.

Again, Rosi felt a little out of it, ignored, peripheral, but no longer lonely. She had Sarah. Even though the gorgeous choreographer was working, Rosi felt her presence and just being near her was enough.

She waited patiently for everyone to be ready to begin.
 
Sarah had gotten a long coat from somewhere.

"This can stand in for your wrap for right now," she told Rosi.

They spent a few minutes discussing where Rosi would stand at the start of her number, and what marks would have to be hit. It wasn't terribly exacting choreography to Sarah and the other dancers: Rosi needed to mostly be thinking about her singing rather than counting beats.

"At the fourth verse," Sarah was saying, "try this; just three steps forward, in time to the beat, then throw your arms back like this, and Cheryl and Shirelle will get the coat."

She shrugged the coat on herself, then borrowed the wireless mic to demonstrate. She left the mic turned off but sang just to demonstrate the timing.

"Then I"

Step.

"take off"

Step.

"all my clothes."

Step. Shrug.

Cheryl and Shirelle spun in behind her, and the coat fell from Sarah's shoulders like water.


The next two bits were simpler. The girls just sort of tagged Sarah in passing to show the timing of Rosi's de-ruffling.


"Well," Sarah turned to Rosi, "shall we run through it once and see how it goes?"
 
Rosi nodded, her brow furrowed in concentration.

The steps were easy enough to memorise, and everything fitted together, the movements and the song, so it all made perfect sense.

"Ok, let's do it!" Rosi nodded to the pianist to begin, and glanced at Dane and Doctor Yes with a 'here we go' look, hoping they would approve of how the solo was shaping up.

She began the song as she'd agreed with Dane, this time using Sarah's moves instead of her own, coordinating with the three dancers and using the stage space, playing to the camera. She had to win over viewers votes, so the lense was going to be her most important audience member.

At the, "Then I," step, "take off," step, "all my clothes," step she copied Sarah as exactly as she could, and with a shrug off came the 'wrap' into Cheryl and Shirell's hands.

The contact with the two dancers was more fleeting at, "Dance naked .." simulated removal of her bikini top ruffle, and "Live naked in his world?" for the removal of her bikini bottoms' ruffle, and she finished with an improvised, hands held out like a star shape leaving a wide bare expanse from her tied shirt to her shorts, left knee bent as if she were actually presenting herself naked in a pageant.

Relaxing again, Rosi looked from Sarah to Dane to Doctor Yes and back to Sarah.

"So ... thoughts?"
 
"Pretty good for a start," Sarah said. "Of course the choreography for the second number with Dane will be more fun. Can't wait to see the outfit Cindy comes up with for that."

She left the singing part to Dane and Doctor Yes, whose comments on the solo version were pretty positive. They seemed to think that Rosi was on the right track.


Just as everything was breaking up for lunch, Rosi's phone buzzed.

Cindy: Hi, kitten. Got a sketch or two to show you if you have time at lunch. Say in half an hour?

Oh, and please take your bra off first.
 
Bra off? To look at sketches?

Rosi was mystified, but at the 'kitten' Rosi had already programmed herself to say, 'yes', so she sent back on Girl Group,

"Of course Cindy see you in 30 or less in the Lobby at the lunch spread? Yes, bra off."

As everyone split off their separate ways, Rosi said a quick but sincere, "Thanks," to the three dancers and headed to where the food was always laid out, detouring via the Ladies to remove her bra and frimly re-tie her shirt tails.

She was pretty pleased with the rehearsal, liking Sarah's moves and satisfied that her Coaches approved of her singing. She was a little disappointed not to receive any outright leering from any of the men, but maybe they were just used to her now, and she didn't excite as much mental undressing as Sarah imagined.

Entering the Lobby she looked round for Cindy, wondering if the sketches were revisions of the Solo costume, or a first look at her thoughts for the Duet with Dane. Sarah had implied that one might be a step up. Could it really get hotter than finishing the song in just a bikini?
 
"Hi, Rosi!" Cindy called as Rosi arrived at the buffet.

She was standing off to one side, with no one very close to her.

"How did your first rehearsal go?"
 
"It was good, I think, for a first go. Sarah's choreography is fun. I have no idea how you're going to fasten the ruffles to the bikini so the dancers can remove them, but that's not my problem. I'll let you professionals worry about that and I'll try not to get in the way."

Rosi crossed her arms, very conscious of being in a public place with so little covering her top. They might be in a quiet corner, but she was very aware that there were plenty of people around.

"So, um, you have more sketches?" Rosi relaxed a little, grabbed a plate and started filling it.
 
"Why so self-conscious, kitten?" Cindy said in a lower voice.

"That top covers you decently. I'm not even seeing anything poking through the fabric."

She reached casually to touch Rosi's shoulder, fingers briefly catching the fabric of the girl's top as though making some minor adjustment, although the only real effect was to rub the cotton of Rosi's shirt across her right nipple.
 
Rosi took a quick breath in, the caress of the cotton suddenly stiffening her nipple, the sexiness of their almost secret rendezvous in plain sight making her glow again.

"Fuck, Cindy, you two get me so worked up!" she whispered. "And I know I'm covered, but the tie front sometimes gapes, as you know, and I can't reach any of the food at the back or I'll be flashing!"

The colour reached from her chest to her neck; she could feel the heat.

"Um, does Sarah need to see these sketches, too?" looking wistfully at the cakes, out of reach but so tempting.
 
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