Author: Biker
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Summary: Jenny's stage costume gives her chills .....they're multiplyin' - and she's loooosing contro-oll! (but the power, she's supplyin' - it's electrifyin'!!!)
You're the one that I want, you are the one I want.........
Jenny made sure the door was locked tight after the woman had left carrying with her Jenny's clothes, everything she had just worn in fact, her dress, blouse, panties and bra and of course the 3 petticoats and those bobby socks too all that Jenny wore now was a flimsy robe, nothing else. Strangely enough Jenny wasn't a panic stricken wreck as you might have expected her to be in a situation like this, the prospect of being in this state in a public building with a crowd of near strangers only a few yards away at any other time would have been something Jenny had dreaded but had experienced first hand on several occasions this time it was different.
Jenny felt great in fact as she hummed to herself sitting alone in the tiny room. She sat before the mirror and applied the finishing touches of makeup to her face. Glancing at the clock she estimated she had another 7 minutes before she'd be called out.
She couldn't believe that only 2 months had passed since she'd sat in the amateur dramatics meeting with her husband and listened to the final votes cast for the production that would be performed. She'd sat nervously throughout the vote count, praying her own idea would be chosen as the most popular for the musical. The chairman had the voting results in his hands and had read them out to the assembled cast of performers, musicians and stage crew....
"Coming in last with only one vote is 'My fair lady'. Sorry Jenny."
Drat! Jenny thought, oh well maybe next year......
"In third place we have 'Bigfoot in Phantom of the Opera'. With 2 votes. Thanks to the Henderson family for that one. Moving on, in second place with a massive 14 votes we have......."
Jenny gripped the edge of the chair with her hands between her denimed thighs 'please no please no.......'
"The Rocky Horror picture show'."
Jenny sighed "Phew!" she knew her husband wanted to be on the stage in any show but having him parade around as a transvestite on stage was something she didn't feel comfortable with at all, so she was glad that it had been out voted.
"Finally this years winner of Littletons Amateur dramatics company is the rock 'n' roll musical "Grease" with 15 votes! ladies and gentleman thank you for the votes. The Producer and Director would like to start casting the main parts soon, Please stay behind after the meeting if you're interested and we'll take your names."
Jenny's husband, John wanted to be in the show in an acting role so he joined the queue Jenny being the nervous and shy type chose the queue for back stage work and signed her name, the queue or the acting parts moved a lot slower so Jenny waited patiently deep in thought clasping her elbows under the shelf of her impressive bust, she meandered about the community hall gazing at the past glories of old stars immortalized in faded photos of past productions. Moments later John joined her smiling innocently and taking Jenny's arm headed home.
Jenny thought no more of that night until 3 days later her husband showed her a letter and printed in black and white was her husbands name down for a possible 2 parts and HER NAME for a possible 3 parts! with a look of stunned shock on her face she turned to John and managed to squeak out the words "M-me?"
"I took the liberty of putting you down for a part or two, I know you're shy and nervous about appearing in public but this will be good for you, and just what that self-confidence building course that you took but never finish recommended. Whatdya say?"
Jenny thought of a few choice expletives to direct at her interfering but well meaning husband but chose to forego that luxury for a while.
The Auditions were set for the following night and of course Jenny was unanimously chosen for the part of Sandy she was told she was the natural choice for the part, the other surprise of the night was Ashley being chosen for the part of Rizzo, Sandy's tormentor, Jenny's husband John was chosen to play Danny but only at Jenny's insistence since she refused to play the part of Sandy if she had to publicly kiss any other person other than her husband. The director agreed and rehearsals were set for next week.
"Two minutes to the final scene Mrs. Hamilton!" Jenny started in her seat, she'd been lost in the memories of a few weeks. Better hurry into the final outfit and the one that she had been dreading since getting the part. In the script Sandy had had to dress rather more raunchy to try and impress Danny, in the film Olivia Newton John had worn an off the shoulder black lycra body suit underneath a black leather jacket and so the director had wanted to keep his own show as near to the film as possible, unknown to Jenny he hadn't intended anything of the sort but a whisper from her husband at how hot Jenny would look in black skin tight lycra had soon changed his mind.
Jenny applied the cherry red lipstick then turned around to the hook holding the only outfit left for her by the costumer who had taken away the other outfit a few moments before.
Lucky for her Jenny had got the stars dressing room (a converted broom cupboard) all to herself, another condition Jenny set for being Sandy, she would have hated having to change in front of the other performers. Naked in front of others was something to be dreaded as far as she was concerned, she slipped off the robe and naked now walked over and collected the outfit neatly folded over a coat hanger dropping it onto the chair, she looked for the accessory bag containing the other items for the costume, but it wasn't there! Jenny frantically looked all over for the little bag and feeling her panic rising tried to calm herself, there was no getting away from it it simply wasn't here, her panties, bra and leotard which she intended wearing under the suit were gone!! and leather jacket were nowhere to be found either!!
A knock at the door made her squeal "One minute to curtain up Mrs. Hamilton." came the muffled voice. ONE MINUTE!!!!!!! omigod omigod. What can I do? Jenny dumped the lycra suit off the chair and kicking off her sandals she slipped her long smooth legs into the black shiny and pathetically flimsy material, she wriggled it up her legs and smoothed it over her naked bottom and pulling and stretching it until it fitted snugly over her pussy and up between her legs, grasping the neckline now she lifted it up over her smooth stomach until it stopped under her breasts, bending at the waist she smoothed her hands up her legs to gather as much excess material as high as it would go and did the same smoothing motion over her inner thighs and up over her stomach, feeling the smooth material glide under her hands. With a firm tug she pulled the suit over her ample and firm 38 DD breasts, stooping a little to let them get well down into the outfit, she tugged once more attempting to get the neck line as near to her throat as possible.
It was then that she noticed the arms were gone from the suit, she could see where they'd been cut off then neatly hemmed over to show almost no evidence that they were ever even there! Jenny almost lost control to the panic which rose again inside her at this new found problem suddenly thrust upon her. The sleeves were the main thing that held the costume up. Now all she had to rely upon was the elasticated neck line gripping her under the arms and over her breasts "Oh My God......."
At the exact same moment Jenny's dilemma was sinking in, 2 rooms down the corridor Ashley smiled to herself as she took out the smooth black lycra offcuts which used to be a pair of sleeves and dropped them in the rubbish bin on top of the shredded panties and a 38 DD bra which had seen the drastic attention of scissors. Ashley chuckled as she glanced once more at the leather jacket on the hook of the door to her room. "I wonder what jenny's doing right now?" she pondered.
Jenny hoisted the tight suit up as high as possible unaware that it left almost nothing to the imagination of what it did to the contours of her body particularly as it defined her pussy so very well.
She let go of the neckline and checked her reflection in the mirror and was mortified at how much cleavage it showed, she should have looked down too but didn't, she'd have died of embarrassment right there and then.
Searching for something her eyes fell upon the safety pin on the desktop and holding this she gathered as much slack of the neckline as she could. She opened the door to her room just as the Jones boy was about to knock on the door to tell her 'final call'. She looked alarmed at him but relief shone in her eyes as she thrust a safety pin at him and told him to pin it with as much material as he could gather between her shoulder blades. She turned her back to him and he was presented with her buttocks pressed into his hips, "oh God! thank you!" he whispered to himself he looked longingly at Jenny body and resisted running his hands over her flanks as she dipped her head down to clear her hair from the neckline and pushed herself tender bottom into his groin more firmly.
He held the open pin in his teeth and hesitantly gathered an inch or so of the shiny material in shaking fingers before pinning it securely with the pin, the touch of her skin on his fingers was electrifying and the image of every curve and line of her back was burned into his youthful mind, how he didn't swallow the pin as he came in his pants Jack Jones will never know, but he'd cherish the memory of those soft buttocks pressed into his groin as she wiggled and squirmed in her impatience for him to hurry for several years to come.
She turned to face him and beamed a dazzling smile of thanks at him, which melted him so that he shyly looked down straight at the magnificent breasts under the ultra thin material. Her firm breasts were hardly flattened at all by the tight material yet as it stretched over her bosom he could detect deeper shadows as the lycra was pulled so tight is became almost transparent it didn't take much eye strain to see the shadow of cleavage extend down as a dark line between those globes under the suit.
Looking a little to the left and right he saw the darker shadows of her aureole there was no mistaking he was looking at her nipples because the two hard points forcing out the material were like beacons that drew the eyes to them. All this was taken in in a few milliseconds but for Jack it was like he was witnessing it it slow motion. Jenny suddenly raised her arms and reached behind her head to tie the pink hair scrunchy to make a pony tail of her hair.
The effect this had on the youthful Jack was an instant hardon as the lycra was pulled to bursting and the top became only a shadow over Jenny's chest.
fearing Jenny would notice the direction of his gaze he dropped his eyes and sadly only made matters worse for himself because looking at the way her pussy moulded the material over it was pushing him over the edge into another orgasm.
Had she no idea that she might as well be wearing nothing? For all the coverage the suit gave her she might as well have been painted!!!!.
A door opened along the corridor and Ashley stepped out dressed in a short black skirt which flared out and reached almost to her knees, black tights and a tight white T shirt under a pink jacket with "Pink ladies" painted on the back completed the outfit, it wasn't what Rizzo had worn in the film but Ashley always did get her own way and had bulled her own ideas through, Jenny wished she could have been as assertive.
"My goodness Jenny don't you look like a knockout? she said as she looked Jenny up and down "But where are your shoes?" Jenny looked down for the low heeled pumps she had to wear but in her haste had forgotten to put on, before she could head back to collect them Ashley thrust a pair at her and said "Quick put these on." the black patent shoes shone in the lights on the dressing room corridor as Jenny slipped her feet into them, the towering heels they had had lifted Jenny a full four inches higher. Tottering slightly Jenny walked beside Ashley along to the steps taking them onto the stage and young Jack followed close behind fascinated by the way Jenny's buttocks slid and jiggled under the filmy lycra as she walked, the stickiness in his underpants forgotten as he stood behind her straining his eyes to find a visible panty line. In vain.
Ashley whispered to Jenny "You look great but how in the world did you get that suit to look so smooth over your body?" she stepped back a little and went on "I can't see any lines of underwear at all. Amazing!" Jenny flicked her gaze at Jack a few feet behind them and said "Sshhhhh I couldn't find the bag with my panties or bra so I had to go without them, does it show that much?" and sheepishly turned to let Ashley check, the play of light over the shimmering material clearly showed the contents of the suit but Ashley being the 'good friend' she was wasn't about to let Jenny know that. "Nope, looks fine to me sweety!" and playfully grabbed Jenny bum and squeezed digging her sharp nails into the material. Jenny cried out "OH! don't do that that!" and batted the hand away glancing once more at Jack and blushing because she knew he'd seen.
Ashley took a few steps up the flight and Jenny stepped up a couple of treads while Jack enjoying the scene too much stayed on the ground looking at the gorgeous bum only inches from his face, he felt a stirring in his groin again.
Jenny waited for her cue to go on stage stepping from one foot to the other swaying her hips as she did so hypnotizing Jack with the motion, his eyes then noticed the couple of specks of white paint on her left buttock no bigger than a 6 mm diameter, as she swayed though it seemed that they were actually was getting bigger, nooo it couldn't be.
Ding! the Penny dropped! that wasn't paint they were holes! and what he was looking at was pale female skin!. Even as he watched the holes, they joined radiating out tiny ladders in the lycra creeping up Jenny's back and own down her thigh. Now fate has never been kind to Jenny and absently she scratched her buttock to relieve the itching the pinging of the tiny strands were causing on her skin, so Jack watched as her fingernail punched through the hole and started an even wider ladder opening the hole to over an inch! making the work deliberately started by Ashley's nails far worse. Ashley and Jenny's cue was called and Jenny gulped down her fear at what she was about to face, "Everybody was nervous on opening night right? I just wished I had more to wear." in the semi darkness of stage left Jenny cupped her breasts and smoothed the lycra over them trying to ignore the hard nipples under the thin material, whatever happened tonight she was going to wear something different tomorrow night! she resolved, regardless of what the director said.
John, as Danny walked about the stage in the bright lights explaining to the other 'T-Birds' that he wanted Sandy so much he was willing to give up his life style so she would accept him.
This was Jenny's cue and she strolled out onto the stage into the glare of lights even from the stage she could hear the sudden intake of breath as the audience gasped as they saw her for the first time dressed in her raunchy outfit, which under the harsh lights was little more than a body stocking.
Jenny pushed down the fear and tried to remember what the first line was to the song she was about to sing, Johns back was to her as she walked up to him and spun him around to let him see the 'new' Sandy, Danny eyes bugged out as he saw how Sandy looked, Hell! she was hardly dressed at all!! and there was no way she was wearing anything else but that outfit, the shadows were pure Jenny not articles of underwear!. The two members of the audience not looking at Jenny just then and were looking at Johns face were a couple of old biddies long past their sell by date nodded to one another sagely commenting that the actor playing Danny on stage seemed better than the film version because his look of shock surpassed that of John Travolta in the film when presented with Sandy in black lycra.
If they only knew.
"Jenny!! er Sandy!? is that you?" Sandy simply looked him up and down and pretended to stub a cigarette out, with her foot, turned on her toe and skipped away as best she could in the high heels as the opening bars to "You're the one that I want" began.
John watched the bottom of his lovely wife bounce under the thin material and knew it was all she wore, he noticed for the first time the white stripe up the back of his wife's black suit and wondered why he hadn't seen it before.
Ashley was trying to steal as much limelight from Jenny as she could by sitting on a chair at the back of the stage with her legs crossed and showing several inches of creamy thigh over the black stockings she'd wore under the skirt but she could see all eyes were on Jenny strutting around in that suit, Ashley growled as she watched Jenny's breasts bouncing under the material as she danced in front of John. The audience too watched this normally shy woman stroll around swinging her hips and pouting as she sang: "You'd better shape up 'cos I neeeeeeed a man." most of the males in the audience hadn't seen Jenny in this kind of role before and were simply stunned. Each pair of eyes were either glued to the hypnotic movements of a pair of unfettered breasts with the dancing nipples as they slid under the fabric or were staring at the shadow of Jenny's pussy under the tight lycra.
Danny danced and followed Sandy over the stage holding her tightly and running his hands over her hips and thighs. "Oh God!" John thought "she feels soo good!" and despite being on stage in front of dozens of people Jenny felt herself becoming aroused under his touch. The silky smooth sensation of his hands over her body with only gossamer thin lycra separating them was getting her very hot indeed.
Danny stood behind Sandy and did that scene with him looking over one shoulder then moving to look over her other shoulder while Sandy looked lovingly back at him into his eyes.
The prompter in the tiny box in front of the stage had a tough time holding the script together when presented with the sight above him of Jenny's damp pussy as she stood with her legs astride his turret.
Danny sang; "Are you sure?"
Sandy replied; "Yes I'm sure down deep inside!"
both sang; "You're the one that I want, you are the one I want!"
RIP!
The sound of the safety pin ripping out of the neckline of Jenny's suit after it caught on Johns jumper wasn't heard by anyone least of all Jenny the prompter would have heard it but he was busy laying unconscious under the stage. It's absence didn't become apparent to anyone except Jack, who stood in the wings watching because he saw the way the neckline went slack, he almost collapsed as he'd forgotten to breathe.
One of the rules of acting that had been drummed into Jenny was to never turn your back to the audience but in the wings Jack had watched the ladder grow from ankle to mid-back and open to over an inch wide over her bum the tiny threads joining the two halves together were minute. now the ladder seemed on collision course to the rip where the safety pin had been.
Ashley had noticed that too!
Jenny danced and swayed unknowingly adding to her own destruction for every movement tore tiny threads apart. Johns hands were on her hips running them up and down. He risked something and crept his hand that was away from the audience to grab Jenny's left buttock and squeeze suggestively, unknown to her or him his fingers had tore straight through the ladder opening up a hole her entire bottom burst out of.
Unaware of this and the loss of the pin Jenny looked into John's eyes and saw that they were no longer looking at her but lower down, her own hands were over his shoulders behind his head, so she stole a glance down and saw the neckline dangerously close to slipping lower and her popping out, an inch or two more and her hard nipples would be seen. Weighing up the odds as she danced she risked not adjusting it reasoning that it would only focus attention to it, the show was almost over and then she'd have time to sort out any problems then.
Suddenly she sensed imminent 'fallout' as the fabric slid lower showing the full mounds of her upper breasts. Instead of grabbing the neckline she pushed herself tightly against John effectively stopping any further downward movement, they stood locked in a slow dance clinch as Jenny tried to think of a way out of this problem, John on the other hand felt the ragged hole of the costume in the small of Jenny's back Jenny was busy concentrating on other things to notice his fingers touching bare flesh he grinned as an idea took shape.
She played over in her mind the next movements they were supposed to do next John was to push her way from him but hold onto one hand and spin her around making her do a pirouette(?) which she hoped she could safely do by holding the top to her chest with her free hand, meanwhile as this was going on everyone on stage would gather in, join hands and sing the closing song.
Jenny nodded to her husband that she was ready and got her hand up ready to hold the very slack lycra to herself as she was swung out and away.
Then with more force and sooner than she expected she was thrust away into the spin.
Things kind of felt to pieces at this point, quite literally.
Jenny was flung outwards and almost got her hand up in time to stop the neckline plummeting, had it not been for the high heels she might have succeeded.
She stumbled slightly and used the free hand to grab hold of something for support, it turned out to be Ashley as she passed behind and in milliseconds the black skirt was torn from her hips exposing the stockings and suspenders and very tiny black thong that I'm sure wasn't around in the fifties.
Jenny's breasts spilled out from the captive lycra as it slid lower, the nipples hard and erect from her arousal at her husbands stroking hands during their steamy dance routine could easily be seen.
A confused and slightly dizzy Jenny reached out for support and found her hand grasped by her good friend Ashley who helped to lift her to her feet, her husband still held the other hand and went straight way into singing the finale along with the now skirtless Ashley, who didn't seem to mind that much since she was a closet exhibitionist.
Jenny however was anything but an exhibitionist and finding herself with her hands held tightly out to either side of her was powerless to do anything except look down to see the extent of her exposure she almost fainted in shock.
The milky white skin of naked breasts shone in the floodlights lighting the stage and the pink/brown nipples pointed defiantly out.
She struggled vainly to free herself from the tight grip of Ashley and her husband frantically trying to twist herself free
It was then that the ladder up the back of her suit met the neckline and the suit departed this life as a item of clothing and became merely a rag, as if in slow motion the suit fell to pieces.
The band (2 guitarists, a drum machine operator with a kazoo) had the best seats in the house but every person seated there saw the same view unobstructed, 2 flaps of lycra seemed to appear like strange wings from behind the blonde actress playing Sandy, she was already showing off her magnificent breasts but with the demise of her costume as it fell revealed her in all her glory lower and lower it fell showing stomach and lower belly then hips, until the bright lights picked out the blonde bush of her pussy.
The suit continued to fall apart and opened up down the entire left leg finally stopping at the ankle while the excess material gathered and slid down the poor actresses right leg, the girl stood stock still with eyes as big as golf balls bulging out in shock, her cherry red lipped mouth opened in a wide silent O.
The spotlight operator at the back of the hall eager for a better sight of the naked woman trained his light on her making her even more the focus of attention.
The standing ovation the audience gave the cast of Grease seemed to last forever at least for Jenny, unable to free herself she had had to stand while the finale was sung then had to endure the entire cast including the director and stage crew coming onto the stage to return the applause with many bows.
Jenny was forced to bow low as her feet were locked in the rags of her ruined costume and Ashley stole all the bows she could pulling Jenny down with her each time with her traitorous husband doing the same the other side of her seemingly oblivious to her distress.
Jack who was on stage bowed low too but for other reasons, he'd chosen his spot very carefully indeed, placing himself directly behind Jenny and her skirtless friend.
At the lowest point of each bow he still couldn't decide which was the best sight; the dark haired girl in the stockings whose thong did little to cover her neatly trimmed charms.
Or the naked Jenny's blonde pussy peeping out between her tightly clamped thighs as she bent over in front of him for the umpteenth time.
Jenny's humiliation was completed when she was finally freed, she'd hoped for a huge bouquet of flowers to be presented to the leading actress which she could use to hide behind, but the three limp Daffodils the leering boy scouts brought out for her were less than useless as a cover against the burst of many flashguns as cameras from all directions captured the moment for posterity and private recreational use (ahem).