| Author: | Arya Martin | ISBN: | 9781311056818 |
| Publisher: | Feverotica Books | Publication: | September 17, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Arya Martin |
| ISBN: | 9781311056818 |
| Publisher: | Feverotica Books |
| Publication: | September 17, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Ben's life is turned upside down when his drama professor, Abigail Blythe, casts him as Juliet in the campus production of Romeo and Juliet. Professor Blythe takes it upon herself to help him prepare for the role, which includes strict one-on-one training on how to move, dress, and talk like a woman. Ben's method acting "research" requires living as a woman for five weeks—as well as taking it rough from his alpha male costar!
But if Ben gives a good enough performance to satisfy Professor Blythe and her sexy Hollywood casting director friend, Karen, he'll be rewarded handsomely—not only with a shot at a role in a feature film, but with one hot, hot night with both gorgeous, dominant women as well!
This steamy 13,500-word novelette from best-selling author Arya Martin features femdom, feminization, humiliation, punishment, multiple partners, first-time bisexuality, and more!
EXCERPT
Dr. Blythe’s office door was slightly ajar. I rapped on it lightly with my knuckles.
“Come in,” she called.
Dr. Blythe was in her late thirties, or possibly well-preserved and in her early forties. Either way, she was pretty freakin’ gorgeous. Tall. Blonde. Soft lips and a perpetual chilly stare … the kind that, for reasons I couldn’t explain, never failed to give me an insta-semi.
She lifted that stare to me now as I walked into her office, Max on my heels. Her long, delicate fingers were poised over her computer keyboard.
At the sight of us, to my surprise, she melted into a beautiful smile.
“Boys,” she greeted us. “Congratulations on your roles! You both should be very proud of yourselves.”
So … that meant I must have gotten a lead role after all, right? Probably Romeo? And Max was Benvolio or something? I traded glances with my friend before responding, “Uh … about that. What roles exactly did we get?”
“Oh, I just assumed you’d already checked the cast list,” said Dr. Blythe brightly. I swear to God, I’d never, in our two semesters of acquaintance, seen her this chipper.
“Uh, we did,” I said, clearing my throat, “but it looks like the names were entered wrong.”
Her smile faded a little. “No, Mr. Traynor, I’m sure they’re not. I checked the list thoroughly before printing it.”
Max let out a faint snort. I shot him a glare.
“Uh, well,” I said, blushing, “you, uh … you have me down as Juliet.”
Her expression didn’t change. “Yes. And?”
Max was quaking by now trying not to break out laughing. I felt my stomach drop.
“Wait, so …” I gulped, my cheeks burning. “Are you seriously casting me as Juliet?”
Her mouth tightened. “You marked on the audition form that you were open to being cast in any role. But if you object to your casting, Mr. Traynor, then you may choose not to participate in the play.”
Time slowed down as it really began to sink in. “So … so I’m Juliet,” I pronounced slowly, incredulously, “and he”—jerking a thumb at Max—”is Romeo?”
“Oh, sh*t,” blurted Max, as his own realization dawned.
Dr. Blythe stared at me coolly.
“I mean,” I continued, “I’m sure you have your reasons, but … wouldn’t it be better to cast someone like Katie as Juliet?”
The professor leveled a cool stare at me, a stare that made me feel like she was seeing me naked. “I cast the person whom I believed to be best for the role,” she said simply. “As I’ve stated, if you object to your casting, you need not participate.”
Ben's life is turned upside down when his drama professor, Abigail Blythe, casts him as Juliet in the campus production of Romeo and Juliet. Professor Blythe takes it upon herself to help him prepare for the role, which includes strict one-on-one training on how to move, dress, and talk like a woman. Ben's method acting "research" requires living as a woman for five weeks—as well as taking it rough from his alpha male costar!
But if Ben gives a good enough performance to satisfy Professor Blythe and her sexy Hollywood casting director friend, Karen, he'll be rewarded handsomely—not only with a shot at a role in a feature film, but with one hot, hot night with both gorgeous, dominant women as well!
This steamy 13,500-word novelette from best-selling author Arya Martin features femdom, feminization, humiliation, punishment, multiple partners, first-time bisexuality, and more!
EXCERPT
Dr. Blythe’s office door was slightly ajar. I rapped on it lightly with my knuckles.
“Come in,” she called.
Dr. Blythe was in her late thirties, or possibly well-preserved and in her early forties. Either way, she was pretty freakin’ gorgeous. Tall. Blonde. Soft lips and a perpetual chilly stare … the kind that, for reasons I couldn’t explain, never failed to give me an insta-semi.
She lifted that stare to me now as I walked into her office, Max on my heels. Her long, delicate fingers were poised over her computer keyboard.
At the sight of us, to my surprise, she melted into a beautiful smile.
“Boys,” she greeted us. “Congratulations on your roles! You both should be very proud of yourselves.”
So … that meant I must have gotten a lead role after all, right? Probably Romeo? And Max was Benvolio or something? I traded glances with my friend before responding, “Uh … about that. What roles exactly did we get?”
“Oh, I just assumed you’d already checked the cast list,” said Dr. Blythe brightly. I swear to God, I’d never, in our two semesters of acquaintance, seen her this chipper.
“Uh, we did,” I said, clearing my throat, “but it looks like the names were entered wrong.”
Her smile faded a little. “No, Mr. Traynor, I’m sure they’re not. I checked the list thoroughly before printing it.”
Max let out a faint snort. I shot him a glare.
“Uh, well,” I said, blushing, “you, uh … you have me down as Juliet.”
Her expression didn’t change. “Yes. And?”
Max was quaking by now trying not to break out laughing. I felt my stomach drop.
“Wait, so …” I gulped, my cheeks burning. “Are you seriously casting me as Juliet?”
Her mouth tightened. “You marked on the audition form that you were open to being cast in any role. But if you object to your casting, Mr. Traynor, then you may choose not to participate in the play.”
Time slowed down as it really began to sink in. “So … so I’m Juliet,” I pronounced slowly, incredulously, “and he”—jerking a thumb at Max—”is Romeo?”
“Oh, sh*t,” blurted Max, as his own realization dawned.
Dr. Blythe stared at me coolly.
“I mean,” I continued, “I’m sure you have your reasons, but … wouldn’t it be better to cast someone like Katie as Juliet?”
The professor leveled a cool stare at me, a stare that made me feel like she was seeing me naked. “I cast the person whom I believed to be best for the role,” she said simply. “As I’ve stated, if you object to your casting, you need not participate.”
