"I'll see you after the show." she called out as she turned and headed back toward the costume racks. I followed her example and returned backstage to...my work at the prop table.It turned out to be a smooth night as far as props were concerned. Nothing more eventful happened than the routine checkout and loading of our prop gun. It was a gussied up antique twelve gage with a fake muzzle over the real one to make it look like a blunderbuss. The thing was in poor shape appearance-wise, but was. Needless to say I’m feeling pretty good. And fighting a man who’s easily twice my size at this point was not going to work out well at all for me. So I tell him what I’m drinking. So we drink a few more doubles.As we are finishing up our last drink he tells me that he didn’t want anything “bad” between us. I don’t even respond to his statement. He says that he has a couple of really nice cigars back at his place if I’d like to go back and smoke them. I’m a sucker for a nice smoke so I agree. So. Jane sat down and I went to the bar, where I exchanged pleasantries with the lads. I got back to the table and said to Jane, do you want it and she just said sort it. I went to the bar and asked the lads if they wanted to join us for a drink, to withbthe jumpedcatvthe chance. So the 5 of us spent the next hour getting slowly pissed. Jane and the lads flirted with one of the lads putting his hands on janes lovely tanned legs. At about 12-30 in the morning I asked the lads if they wanted to come. Iallow myself a mock struggle to free my wrists, feeling myself meltinginside with pleasure, knowing that he will still be able to taste himselfon my lips. My nylon-sheathed toes curl in their high-heeled stilletoes -I am utterly excited by my helplessness before him.He breaks off to whisper in my ear, his hands find my breasts, moving inslow, tantalising, whirlpools over the stretched nylon. My breathingbegins to quicken as his thumbs rub across my stiff nipples and he tellsme that the only.