Chicago

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Connor stepped onto the stage and headed towards center, looking at the group of students assembled in the house. The man smirked to himself before pointing at a set of scripts on the edge of the stage, his eyes sweeping the crowd. He noticed a blonde sitting just center and his smirk grew wider.

“Miss, if you please” he asked her, moving towards

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[allshowbusiness]

Her initial instinct had been to put down Roxie, the sweet blonde with a heart of gold that the audience rooted for. And while she could have pulled it off - audiences were far easier to deceive than people assumed - she wanted a role with a little more flash, a little more sex appeal. So she'd written down Velma Kelly, with promises to rouge her knees and snap her garters implied in every stroke of the pen, and sang her heart out to All That Jazz, sex and lust and jazz oozing from every word she trilled

[allshowbusiness]

If he had been expecting demure and innocent, he was really barking up the wrong tree. Discrete she could do, but the innocent schoolgirl routine wasn't her typical pattern. (She could pull it off, if you asked nicely.

She'd always been good at taking direction, and now was no exception - he'd wanted garter belts and the Cell Block look, so she'd stripped down to the essentials: her own garter belt and a pair of black thigh highs (stolen shamelessly from the costume lab). Sitting around in just a bra and stockings, while a show-stopping idea, didn't seem to be the very best option at the moment, so she had shrugged on a loose-fitting cowlneck sweater and called it a day. All in all, it was a relatively foolproof setup, and the look on his face when he entered the office made it all worthwhile.

"Too much fabric?"

Really, she just wanted to see him let loose. That was the fun part, when inhibitions came down and she got to see people for what they really were.

[underbrightlite]

It took a moment for Connor to stop blatantly staring at the girl and regain his composure. Granted, even the most celibate of men would've done the double take he did, there was a girl, no, young woman, sitting on his desk in just a sweater and some stockings.

Connor shook it off and approached Charlotte slowly, dropping his briefcase and the cast list on an empty chair.

"Too much" he replied, voice hoarse. Connor cursed to himself mentally, letting the situation finally hit home. "I was thinking, more like a bustier, however, the stockings and garter are perfect" Connor spoke softly, his eyes hungrily roving Charlotte's body. Even if his mind couldn't be controlled he at least was able to control the urge in his pants from making an appearance.

[allshowbusiness]

She couldn't help but smirk at his reaction, tilting her head to the side and exposing the column of her neck. More skin, always a good thing. "I, unfortunately, couldn't find a corset on such short notice. Is this any better?" The sweater came off smoothly, deposited in a beige heap beside her, and Charlotte gave him a curious glance. Was he going to make a move, or simply stare at her? The attention was nice, she'd give him that, but it certainly wasn't the point.

"I know it's a little modern," she drawled, idle hands resting in her lap. "I do hope it meets your expectations."

[underbrightlite]

"The corset will work b-better." Stuttering? What was going on with Connor's brain that's been reduced to a stuttering mess. In front of a teenager no less. Connor stood in front of Charlotte and looked down at her, placing his missing smirk back onto his lips.

With a large sweeping motion, Connor cleared off his desk "It meets more than expectations. All of you."

[allshowbusiness]

Well. That was excessive and unnecessary. She raised a brow at the scattered papers and knick-knacks (was that a bobblehead he just shattered?) for a moment, a wry laugh slipping out of her. "Someone's excited."

Not that Charlotte blamed him. She knew the effect she had on boys (men), especially when she went out of her way to do so. And she wasn't about to stop now. "You're overdressed," she pointed out, hands reaching out to smooth along his waist, fingers nimbly pulling his shirttail out from under the waist of his pants. "As nice as this shirt is..." She was amazed she could keep a straight face. "It just doesn't go."

[underbrightlite]

Connor pulled her closer, taking note of her remark. "Not at all" he lied, shirking any inhibitions.

"I'm not" he paused, looking for the word "auditioning though." he watched her untuck his shirt. He placed his hands on hers and moved them back to the desk. "What would go better?" he slowly started to unbutton his shirt, watching Charlotte intently.

[allshowbusiness]

"If all the world's a stage, then every moment is an audition," was the sly retort as she leaned back, resting her elbows on the desk behind her to give her a little support.

"You could just take it off. Shocking idea, isn't it?"

[underbrightlite]

Connor laughed and finished unbuttoning his shirt. "Smart one aren't we?" he shrugged the cloth off and tossed it on top of the sweater.

"You're a different type of girl"

[allshowbusiness]

She hummed idly in response, watching him with a small, knowing smile. Of course she was different. Charlotte was hardly some skittish colt anymore; it had been a long time since she had learned what her body did to people and how she could use that for her own advantage. She blamed (well, not so much blamed as put the cause on) being a performer for that.

"I can't say I've never heard that before. Next you'll be asking if I'll keep this to myself, hm?" She wrapped a thick strand of hair around her index finger idly. "Don't worry. This'll just be our dirty little secret."

[underbrightlite]

Connor looked over her body carefully, taking in every minor detail as she spoke.

"It's as if you can read minds" he grinned, despite his better judgment. "Have you done this before?"

[allshowbusiness]

"I'm not a virgin, Connor," she remarked, one brow raising up at his question as she shook her head just slightly.

But her expression fell back into light-hearted amusement as quickly as it had changed. "But as much as I've enjoyed the fantasy, there's never been a teacher I've been drawn to before. So you're my first."

[underbrightlite]

"I figured that much" he shook his head and tilted her chin up towards him.

"You've always had a teacher-student fantasy?" he quirked an eyebrow with an amused expression. "I'm glad I can make that happen"

[allshowbusiness]

Charlotte bit back the urge to laugh. He bought that? He must be easier to play than she thought.

"I do hope you won't disappoint." Her tone was light, teasing, and she arched a brow at him almost in challenge. The verbal banter was one thing, but could he walk the walk too?

[underbrightlite]

Connor undid his belt with ease and let his pants drop.

"It's all yours" he said, boxer-briefs being the last thing to hit his ankles.