Amateur Dramatics

Setting
An amateur dramatic theatre production (where all the actors and actresses have other day jobs)
Cheesy dialogue. A farce (with lots of mess thrown in!)

We start with the set up and the mess itself starts in chapter Two


Characters (The actors use their real names to avoid confusion)
Sandra, a late twenties blond.
Ryan, Sandra's boyfriend in the play
A policeman
Lisa, A brunette friend of Sandra, also in her twenties
Rodney, whose character is married to Lisa in the play

CHAPTER ONE

The play starts with Sandra and her boyfriend Ryan in the main room of their apartment.

We see Sandra dressed in a short white semi-see-through blouse with buttons at the front. Her black bra is clearly evident underneath. She starts the play wearing a pair of black trousers.

The doorbell rings. It is their friends Lisa and Rodney.
The girls, Sandra and Lisa, are going out to a 'posh' evening event at the theatre. While the guys are going to have an evening in watching football.

Lisa asks, "Are you looking forward to our night out, Sandra. My boss is going to be there, so we need to look smart to impress him."

I'm just starting to get dressed. You look like you already got dressed before you arrived here."

"Yes, I just need to finish doing my makeup."

Ryan asked Rodney, "What's that parcel you're carrying?"

"Could you do us a favour? It's some drugs we've been selling. We heard that the police are getting close. I wondered if, as you are our best friends, you could hide it in your flat for us."

Rodney hesitated, "I suppose so. I'll just put it behind this screen for now."

Sandra goes behind the screen to get changed to put a skirt on for her evening out.
(From the side the audience can see her removing her trousers and tights, revealing a pair of black knickers.)

Before she had time to change her blouse or put on the skirt, there was a sudden heavy knock at the door.

"I'll get it," said Sandra's boyfriend, Ryan.

Suddenly a Policeman pushed his way in.

"Which one of you is Sandra Balls"

"I'm Sandy Balls."

"I'm here to arrest you for possession of drugs."

"WHAT, No, you've' got the wrong person."

He took out his handcuffs and quickly secured Sandra's hands behind her back,

Just as the policeman was starting to read out the caution, Rodney (who was the real drug dealer), hit him over the head with a full bottle of whisky.

He fell to the ground and hit his head on the corner of a table as he fell.

"I think he's dead," said Ryan.

Lisa, who was the other person truly involved with the drugs said, "Ryan, help me move him. We'll need to dispose of his body before he's found here."

They pick him up and leave the stage.


CHAPTER TWO

Sandra is left there (still in handcuffs as, in the heat of the moment, nobody thought to release her before they moved the policeman's body.) With her is Lisa's husband, Rodney.

Sandra said, "I was just starting to get dressed to go out. Lisa and I are due to attend a Premiere at the theatre tonight. How will I be able to get ready with my hands locked in these handcuffs?"

"I could help you, if you don't mind being helped to get dressed by your friend's husband." said Rodney

"Would you? That would be great. I'm sure Lisa won't mind you helping me get dressed."

"No problem". Rodney thinks it will be quite enjoyable helping Sandra getting dressed.

Sandra says, "It's so embarrassing. Here am I, half-dressed and in handcuffs, I feel a 'right tit'."

"What did you say?"

"Feel a right tit."

(Rodney turns to the audience and raises his eyebrows, before turning back to Sandra.)

He fondles her right breast.

"Oh, you are a silly thing, Rodney. I just meant that I feel so stupid. I can't get my hands in front of myself. I'm totally helpless. You will have to do everything for me. You'll have to help me get dressed, put clothes on me and then apply my makeup?"

"I'll do what I can"

"I'm not exactly dressed to go to a smart event as I am. In fact, I'm quite embarrassed that you are seeing me half-dressed this way. I took my trousers off and then the police arrived before I could start to put a skirt on. I also wanted to change my blouse to a black one so it would match my bra. But I won't be able to get my blouse off while I am wearing these handcuffs. Wearing a black bra under a white blouse makes me feel like a right tart."

(Rodney turns to the audience and says 'You can see what's coming, can't you')

He unbuttons Sandra's blouse and picks up a tart from the table. (In reality, this is a small paper plate covered in a large pile of jam.)

"A jam tart?" he says, pulling forward one of her bra cups and placing the sticky tart in her bra cup.

She waits a few seconds for dramatic effect, then she looks down at her messy bra.

"No not that," she says.

"Oh sorry, I suppose you must have meant a treacle tart. Silly me!"

(He places a treacle tart into her other bra cup and buttons up her blouse)

"What else can I do for you, Sandra?"

"I wanted to wash my hair before I went out. It's such a greasy mess."

(He turns to the audience and says, 'Not yet it's not, but it will be, soon!')

Rodney picks up a tin of black grease off the table and smears it liberally over her lovely blond hair.
She stands there with her hands still tied behind her back.
She just lets this happen to her. She says nothing.

"Can you help me to get dressed?"

"OK, what should I do?"

"I decided I wanted to wear stockings and suspenders tonight, as it's a smart event. Can you help me on with my stockings and the suspender belt?"

He picks up a suspender belt from the table and fastens it around her waist (she turns her back to the audience so we can see her handcuffs.)

Sandra sits down and Rodney picks up and opens a fresh pack of fully fashioned seamed nylon stockings. He removes Sandra's four-inch heel shoes and slides one stocking and then the other onto her legs. Finally, he fastens the stockings to the suspender clips.

Sandra protests, "No, that's not right at all, Rodney. The suspender straps must go INSIDE my knickers. Girls always wear them that way, so they don't have to unfasten everything, every time they go to the ladies room"

"Oops, sorry. I'll put it right."

Rod unfastens her stockings and, pulling out the waistband of her knickers, he pushes the suspender straps inside before he attaches them.
As he is doing this, you can clearly see that Sandra is embarrassed. Her best friend's husband has his hands inside her knickers.

To distract him, when he is so close to her intimate regions, Sandra says, "I'm worried, Rodney. I think I've lost my cat. She went out last night but got so messy that she wouldn't let me clean her up this morning. Have you seen my pussy?"

(Rodney turns to the audience and winks.)

Rod pulls out the front of her knickers, and looks down at her cunt and says, "What do you call your pussy?"

"Tiddles"

"Is it big and hairy?"

"Yes, it's very hairy. Can you see it?"

"I'm not sure. It doesn't seem to be coming when I call out 'Tiddles'"

"Perhaps it's a different pussy."

"Maybe. But it's certainly very hairy like you said."

"I had my pussy out last night, but it was raining all night and it got soaked."

Rod picks up a soda syphon and squirted water down the front of Sandra's knickers.

"It didn't just get wet. It got messy as well," she says.

Two handfuls of mud follow the water down the front of her underwear.

"I wondered if my pussy had been wandering around the farmyard again. Her furry bits were smelly and disgusting. I don't know what she'd been sat in ... When I looked closer, I discovered that her bottom was really messy. It was coated in white paint. "

Rod turns Sandra around so that her back faces the audience. He pushes her and makes her lean forward before pulling out the back of her black knickers. A tin of white paint is poured inside her undies and coats her bum, before trickling down her slit. This contrasts well with the colour of her underwear.

"Can you help me put my pale blue skirt on, Rodney. It has an elastic waist band so I should be able to get my legs into it."


There was a knock on the door.
Lisa and Ryan had returned. Lisa in looking beautiful and is very smartly dressed.
She is wearing a light-coloured dress with a scoop neckline showing off lots of cleavage.

Lisa and Ryan both look for several seconds at the state that Sandra is in, but neither of them make any comment.

"We disposed of the policeman's body."

Sandra says, "While you have been away, Rod has been helping me get dressed."

Lisa says, "Thanks so much Rod. We would have been in quite a jam if you hadn't helped."

Having seen how messy Sandra was, Ryan decides Lisa needs to be messy in a similar way. He picks up a pot of jam and smears it over Lisa's hair.
He empties the jar and steps back. Then he gets another jar and turns Lisa away from the audience, so he can apply more mess to the back of her hair.

"Are you sure you would have been in a jam? You could have been in a pickle?" says Ryan, before pulling out the neckline of Lisa's dress and pouring a large jar of pickles down her cleavage. The pickles lodge in her bra and the liquid soon makes a stain on the front of her dress, as it drips down and heads towards her panties.

Lisa said, "When I came up in the lift (elevator), I brought up a new skirt for Sandra, but I see she has already managed to get that blue one on."

Ryan acts daft, as if he has not heard properly.

"What did you say, SKIRT and LIFT?"

He picks up a CO2 fire extinguisher and squirts the gas up Lisa's dress, raising her skirt and showing off that she is wearing thigh high stockings and a large pair of white panties.

"It would have been hard if you guys hadn't been here."

"It's hard already!" said Rod, grinning at the audience.

"I'd have been fired if we hadn't got dressed in time. My boss is expecting us to join him at the theatre. I hope you haven't been put out."

"FIRE, PUT OUT!" shouted Ryan, as he grabbed the soda syphon and squirted water up Lisa's skirt.

"I met Nicholas when I came up to your apartment, said Lisa."

(Ryan turned to the audience. "That cue is just too good to miss!")

He turned around and, reaching under her dress, he swiftly pulled Lisa's knickers down to her ankles.

Sandra had been quiet until now, "Nicholas isn't very tall, is he? Just a little squirt really."

Rod took his cue this time and using the soda syphon he squirted more water up Lisa's skirt.
Like a true actress Lisa had, until now, kept her composure, despite the mess being applied to her. However, as her knickers had already been removed, a jet of pressurised water squirted up her skirt made her jump.

Ryan seemed to enjoy this reaction and (although it wasn't in the script), he took the soda syphon off Rod and gave Lisa a second extra-long squirt up her dress.

Lisa pouted and said, "All you want to do is to get me all messy."

Ryan said, "No. If we'd wanted to get you messy, we would have covered your bottom with thick black paint, just like this."

Ryan picked up the paint tin and a brush. He loaded the brush with paint, before lifting Lisa's skirt up at the back (where the audience couldn't see) and liberally coated her bottom.

Although Lisa was facing the audience, they had just seen her have her knickers removed. What they didn't know was that the script said she should be wearing two pairs of knickers ready for this moment. The white cotton pair they had seen removed and an inner waterproof pair to resist the onslaught of the paint.

Although her bum and the inner plastic knickers were going to be covered in paint, Lisa was sure that she wouldn't end up as dirty as Sandra. She was glad she had this role in the play, as Sandra each time truly did end up having paint poured inside her knickers.

Ryan of course knew about the double knickers, as they were mentioned in the script. But this time when he'd removed Lisa's knickers, he'd curled his fingers around both pairs of her panties and pulled both pairs down together.
Ever the actress, Lisa has carried on without saying anything. She knew that she now had a totally naked cunt and what was to come was going to be worse than the script had planned.

Thus, when Ryan had applied paint to what should have been her second pair of knickers, he really had covered her bare bottom (and made sure the brush full of paint went well between her legs to the front of her crack to mess up her cunt.) She gamely kept her legs well apart.

He knew there would be hell to pay from Lisa after the play finished, but thought it would have been worth it, as he had the chance to cover her cunt and arse with paint.

Lisa said, "Nicholas was carrying a bunch of flowers. He said it was as a corsage for his girlfriend to wear on her dress for a wedding."

Ryan said, "You put a corsage here, don't you? Just near your boobs. Something like this, do you mean?"

He poured a full bag of flour down Lisa's cleavage. As he'd already tipped the jar of pickles down there a lot of the flour stuck.

Lisa said, "I'm dressed and nearly ready to go out. I just need to do my makeup. Give me a couple of minutes to 'paint my face'."

"It'd be much quicker if Rod and I helped you girls. Both of you sit down and let's get this done."

The girls sat on stools and the guys got out two pots of emulsion paint. One red and one blue.
This was to be a total destruction of the women. The actresses were going to lose the last vestige of their dignity.
Paint was liberally wiped over the girls faces using paint brushes. It was probably worse for Sandra, as she still had her hands locked together behind her back and had no chance of wiping the sticky muck off her face.

After stepping back and checking how disgusting the women now looked, Ryan said, "I should have mentioned earlier, I got the handcuff keys off the policeman, so I can release Sandra now."

Sandra said, "You could have said earlier, rather than make me wait."

Lisa said "Thanks for your help, guys. I think we are now both dressed and fully made up for our visit to the theatre. "

Sandra said, "Yes. We can go off looking fabulous, thanks to your help."

The women headed out of the door.


Rod said to Ryan, "I wonder if they will still think that when they first see themselves in a mirror."

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AFTERWARDS

The curtain fell for the end of the play, before all the actors came back for a curtain call. The girls were still covered in many filthy substances.

There was a thunderous round of applause from the audience.


As people left the theatre, a woman was heard to say to her friend, "I wonder how those women put up with getting messed up like that. They ended up absolutely filthy and one of the men looked at that woman's bare pussy inside her knickers You know the actresses aren't married to the men they were acting with. The men were looking inside their underwear and covering them with paint and grease."

Her friend replied, "Yes. They have both had all sorts of mess poured over them and must feel disgusting. They must have no self-respect. Disgusting little sluts. To think that Sandra works in the bank and Lisa works at the library. They are both married to people other than the actors they were working with. I wonder what their real husbands think about seeing them abused in that way."

"I suppose they must enjoy seeing their wives getting messy. I heard that they attend every performance."

The script made sure that both the girls ended messy, but the two guys doing the acting often made variations to what the script said, which ensured the girls often ended messier than they expected and several times much more embarrassed.
They had followed the script on the first night, but there were twenty performances and lots of time to make things worse for the girls.
If they wanted to, they could mess the girls up in a different way each night. Nobody ever said anything to stop them. This was a sort of licence for the guys to misbehave.

The same play was repeated twice a week for the season of ten weeks. The guys acting the parts of Rodney and Ryan both enjoyed the fact that both girls already knew that at the end of every performance they would end the evening totally filthy. They still came back each week and allowed it to happen to them again.

It was made even better for the guys as Sandra was, in real life, one of the staff at the local bank. Lisa worked on the counter in the local library.
This mean that the two guys frequently were able to visit them and saw the girls working in their normal jobs. They could enjoy chatting to them, knowing that later on in the week they could make them as filthy as they wanted, and would do so not once, but several times throughout the summer.

This amateur dramatic company was a very local affair. Audience members could also see the girls ending filthy and covered in paint and grease one evening and then see them smartly dressed in their normal jobs the next day.
They would see them working in the bank or library during the day, only to watch them being destroyed in the evening. This seemed to increase the business that was done at the bank and the library on the days before and after a performance.

More than one person booked tickets to see them on several nights in a row as they knew that both girls would end the play every time looking like filthy sluts. As the girls had signed up to do the show, they had no choice but to endure the filthy mess that they ended up in each night,
The amateur drama club director (who had also written the initial script) was very happy with this, as it increased the sale of seats.
After they had seen the first script, the girls had agreed to do the shows. However, before the first performance, Rodney and Ryan had added their own extra messy parts. Rodney had been solely responsible for the 'Pussy sketch' and had not expected Sandra would have agreed to do this, since it involved him seeing her naked pussy, before getting it messy

The audience at any performance didn't know the difference when the actors veered off the script and it added some extra fun for the guys. However, it did mean that the women were always unsure quite what might happen to them.

In the play, Sandra was supposed to be Ryan's girlfriend and Lisa was supposed to be the wife of Rodney.
However, the actresses were not the wives or girlfriends of the guys with whom they acted.
This meant that when each guy messed up their stage wife, they knew that they were really mucking up the wife of one of their friends who was themselves not involved in the play in any way. It added to the fun to know that the girls real husbands were sometimes in the audience, while they were trashing their wives.

They both wondered what the real husbands of the girls thought, when they saw their wives being so terribly destroyed by them in this way (and that was not just once, but would be twenty times during the season that the play ran).
They must have approved, or enjoyed seeing them treated this way, since they were some of the most loyal followers and attended to watch the show several times.

They should not have been surprised to hear that it was the husbands who had encouraged their wives to act in the play. This had happened as soon as the husbands had been given a chance to read the draft of the script and realised that the play would mean that their wives getting dirty. The girls happily agreed, as they had only been told that they would be squired with water and covered with jam and treacle. However, by the time that the final script was written, they were already fully committed and eventually found out how much more mucky they would end up.

In both cases, seeing their wives treated in this way had greatly improved their sex lives. The women enjoyed the increase attention they got, although they were not sure that this made up for their frequent destruction.

What Sandra and her real husband never told anyone was that, after the play had ended, they often re-enacted the messy scenes at home. Sometimes she played the part of Sandra and sometimes as Lisa. That way she ended up experiencing both the forms of humiliation and mess that took place in the play. Sandra had discovered that she enjoyed the humiliation to which she was subjected. Sales of black and white paint and grease in their local hardware shop increased.

But whichever part Sandra played; her husband always insisted that she ended the evening up on her knees.


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