So far Sarah had been distinctly unimpressed by this year's offerings at the festival, as a junior reviewer she was often forced to sit through hours of dreadful student productions of Shakespeare or endless 'experimental theatre' but at least in previous years she had been able to relieve the tedium with a good shag at the end of the day, the two occasions singledom had coincided with the festival there had been a steady stream of fresh new talent, eager to gain an extra star or two for whatever godforsaken production they happened to be in. However, this year pickings were slim, a fact noted by all her female colleagues, and a few of the men.
Thus it was with trepidation, and not without a certain amount of frustration, that Sarah took her seat in Studio Two, the miniscule audience not boding well. The press blurb had thrown around phrases like 'orgy of the flesh', 'highly erotic' and 'insanely sensual' but she knew better than to be that expectant when the two hours of mind-numbing tedium she had just sat through had been described as a 'high-octane, adrenaline fuelled riot' when it was all she could do not to fall asleep. She elected to take a seat in the front row, not because she really wanted to but because she thought that proximity might act as a deterrent to napping, being on the front-line as it were. The lights dimmed and onto the stage stalked four masked, topless men strutting and posing about and generally being terribly butch. Sarah's instinctual reaction was to sigh at the inevitable cliché of it all but despite her cynicism she couldn't help but note the quality of the torsos on show, each of the actors displaying a fine, sculpted set of abs and smooth glistening chests; a sharp relief to all the acne-ridden schoolboys and butch lesbians she had previously been subjected to. The masked men were soon joined by for women. Sarah had expected flesh to be on show, but she hadn't expected this.
The women each wore gravity-defying corsets, tiny knickers, stockings, suspenders; pretty normal fare except that each of these creatures was gorgeous. Sarah, although able to appreciate female beauty, had never been physically attracted to a woman, until now. It wasn't just the perfect figures, the glistening skin, and the heaving bosoms; there was something else, something in their eyes, a hunger, a raw sexual energy, an invitation. The actors formed into four couples and began a slow, sensuous dance, twisting in and out, hands tracing contours, lips hovering but... never... quite... touching. Around her Sarah became aware of the predominately male audience shifting uncomfortably around her, becoming nervous about the abundant sexuality displayed in front of them. But Sarah did not feel contemptuous as she might have expected instead she felt herself stirring, her face flushing as she took in what unfolded in front of her, the stroking and grinding giving away, almost as if they knew what she was longing for, to undressing and probing until each of the woman was clad only in a thong, their heels and a filthy smile. Sweat mingled with rivers of water poured from bottles produced as if from nowhere, all the actors abandoning dance moves to spasms of pleasure as the icy water hit their skin.
