Chapter 56 - Nadia

My phone was the first thing I checked when I woke up the next morning. Braden had never responded to my last text. I wasn’t sure whether to be relieved, or disappointed.
I spent the day wondering if I should text him back. In the end, I decided not to.
Getting ready for the show seemed to have extra importance. I took longer in the shower to really wash my hair and scrub my skin clean. I shaved my legs with care, rather than the hasty job I normally did when I was short on time. I agonized for half an hour over what to wear, even though it didn’t matter since I would be getting into wardrobe at the theater. We might go out to dinner after to celebrate, so I chose a nice dress that hugged my hips and showed off my ass.
Ryan was out of the house, and Dorian and Andy were doing their own things, so I decided to go to the theater a little bit early. I got there an hour before the cast was supposed to arrive for makeup. Above the old theater was “VANDERCANT THEATER” painted in big, striking print, just above the white sign showing that tonight was opening night for The Proposition. Just inside the door were the stacks of printed show programs. I flipped past three pages of advertisements until I found the cast list for tonight:

Jane: Nadia Helmuth
Hector: Charlie Rosenstein
Marshall: Dorian Brackett

Seeing the understudy listed rather than Braden was a disappointment, but it was quickly overwritten by the tremendous joy I felt at seeing my name. I giggled and rubbed the goosebumps from my arms.
The stage hands were busy working on the set, but most of the noise came from last-minute construction that was going on backstage. Men in hard hats and power tools were finishing up work down a hall that had previously been storage rooms. One of the workers held up a hand to block me.
“Excuse me, ma’am, but you can’t come back here. We’ll be done in an hour.”
“Okay,” I said, eyeing the area suspiciously. What were they working on so late? It wasn’t related to the stage or props.
As I paced around the theater to kill time, I found myself growing worried about the saboteur. What if they came back and decided to cause more trouble? Or what if one of the traps they had set for Tatiana never went off, and I was going to unexpectedly trigger it tonight? I knew I was allowing myself to get worked up over nothing, but that did little to calm my nerves.
Stop it. I can’t think about this right now.
I paced and wandered around the theater, up one aisle and down the other. Soon these seats would be mostly filled with customers holding programs. They would all be staring up at the stage, at me, judging whether or not I was worthy of the role. What if they didn’t clap? Hell, what if they booed?
Everything was happening so fast. I didn’t feel ready. I needed more practice, I should have spent this morning and yesterday going over my lines…
“What are you doing?”
I looked over my shoulder to see Andy and Dorian entering the theater. Dorian took one look at my face and rushed down to meet me in the aisle. “What’s wrong? Are you okay, Nadia?”
“I’m just…” I tried to take a deep breath but my lungs wouldn’t cooperate. “I think I’m having a panic attack.”
“Let’s get you away from all the noise.” Dorian turned to Andy. “Isn’t there a sound-dampened testing room backstage?”
“They built a wall over it,” Andy said with a frown. “That construction they’re doing. But the sub-stage should be dark and quiet.”
“Good idea.”
Andy and Dorian led me backstage, then unlocked the door leading down into the sub-stage. Although we could still hear all the work being done above, it was significantly quieter and more peaceful. I sucked in deep breaths of cool air and found myself relaxing.
“There,” Dorian said while rubbing my arms. “Deep breaths. Just like that.”
After a few moments, I felt myself calm down. Being with them, having them rubbing my shoulders and just being there for me, helped a lot.
“Sorry,” I began to say. Dorian clamped a palm over my mouth.
“Darling, you have nothing to apologize for.”
“It’s just the thought of being out on stage in front of people, and the pressure to perform, and I still have impostor syndrome… shit,” I cursed. I was working myself up again.
“Here,” Dorian said with a funny smile. “I know a way to calm you down.”
He pushed me back until I hit an old table covered with spare curtains. With a sweep of his arm he knocked all of it to the ground, cleaning the table and kicking up a small puff of dust.
“What are…”
Dorian slid my ass to the edge of the table and pulled my dress up. Holding both of my ankles in the air, he leaned down to bury his face in my pussy.
“Oh, fuck!” I gasped with sudden pleasure.
Andy came around and ran his fingers over my breasts and neck, tracing the outline of my jaw while Dorian ate me out. Then he crouched down, moving underneath the table.
“Slide her out more,” he said.
Dorian obeyed, hefting me by the thighs while keeping his tongue pressed inside of me, pulling me away from the table until my ass hung suspended in open air. And then I felt Andy’s tongue along the small of my back, moving toward my butt, sliding down the crevice of my ass cheeks until he reached my rosebud.
I sighed as his tongue whipped back and forth around my tight asshole before plunging inside. Dorian continued from the other side, shoving his tongue deep inside my pussy.
Outside, someone boomed into a megaphone: “HAS ANYONE SEEN DIRECTOR ATKINS? WE NEED A THUMBS-UP ON THE CHANGES BEFORE WE LEAVE.” But it was all background noise to the two tongues pleasuring me in a duet of ecstasy.
I tried to reach down to grab one of their cocks, to feel how hard they were, but Dorian wagged a finger at me from between my legs.
“Nuh uh. This is just for you. To help you relax.”
Underneath, Andy grabbed my cheeks and spread them wide. He squirmed his long tongue as deep as he could into my ass, forcing open my tight hole until he was several inches inside, whipping it around like a garden hose. At the same time, Dorian moved his head back and forth to fuck me with his tongue, moving it like a shovel, in and up and out again. I could feel the skin of their cheeks all over me, around my ass and pussy lips, their chins bumping into each other while they shared me like an appetizer.
“I love being double fucked,” I moaned, fingers scratching on the wooden table. “Both of you inside me at the same time, ohh…”
I shuddered and gasped and squealed, unable to contain it. I grabbed Dorian’s head and held him against my pussy as I came all over his face, and Andy’s tongue vibrated inside my ass at the same time, and they moaned into my body along with me.
Dorian grabbed my thighs and scooted me back onto the table. I folded my knees and savored the after-glow of ecstasy while my two men wiped their mouths.
“Feeling relaxed now, Nadia?”
“Mmm hmm.” I stretched, then slid off the table and pulled my dress down. “Next time I’m going to need more than your tongues fucking me.”
Dorian took me in his arms and swept me down into a dip, kissing me passionately so I could taste myself on his tongue. “Next time, we’ll fill you properly.”
“And we’ll take our time, too,” Andy added with a grin.
I heard a new voice on stage directly above us. “Does anyone know where Nadia went? I thought someone said she was here early.” It was Director Atkins.
I gave both men a sensual touch on the chest, then rushed upstairs to meet the director.
“What were you doing down there?” he asked when I emerged from the stairs.
“Just finding a quiet place to mentally prepare.”
He frowned. “Are you okay? You look flushed.” He put a hand on my forehead.
“I’m fine,” I quickly said. “What did you need me for?”
“I’ve got a surprise to show you.”