We then did sort of a dress rehearsal to get a feel for the new set. The clothes I had worn to the theater were fine for the first scene and then I changed. When it came time for the skirt lifting, Alice did it with gusto, holding the petticoat aloft for what seemed like an age. That was the end of the scene, so the director called for a break. She came over to me and said, “Wow, you look so terrific in that skirt and petticoat and those panties are awesome. You can go home now and we’ll see you next Saturday.”
When the next Saturday came, the director gave me a pay envelope when I arrived and it was for a whole week’s pay. Anyway, Alice came over to me and said, “I bet you think it’s unfair that I get to see your panties every performance and so far you’ve never gotten to see mine.”
I jokingly responded, “Well pull up your skirt for me a dozen times and we’ll be even.”
“Don’t be so crude,” she said. “You just need to watch the third scene in the second act when I dance. When I spin in this skirt and petticoat, it leaves nothing to the imagination. Why don’t you watch today?”
“OK” I said.
I had not watched any of the play except the two scenes I was in, but the director always called out the next scene. When I heard “Act 2, Scene 3,” I went into a seat in the front of the orchestra. After some blather, three pairs of teenagers came dancing onto the stage to some rock music. Alice was among them. They danced with great enthusiasm and, when the girls spun, their skirts and petticoats went over their waists to reveal beautiful pastel-colored nylon panties with lace, ribbons, bows, etc. The dance continued for a number of minutes and I was mightily aroused. Some dialogue followed the dancing and then the scene ended.
When it was over, Alice and the two other girls came over to me. Alice introduced them as Carol and Liz. “Well, what did you think?” Alice asked.
My face must have been beet red and I said, “The three of you are beautiful and very good dancers.”
Immediately, Alice said, “Never mind that flattery, whose panties are the prettiest?”
I must have got even redder and was unable to speak when Carol grabbed my arm and said, “We’re only teasing, so don’t have a stroke.” And with that the girls giggled.
Liz said, “I’ve seen your panties a few times and I have to admit that they are the prettiest. They have to be; it’s part of the plot. But you do look terrific in that dress, petticoat and panties. We’re jealous of Alice who has the best role in pulling up your skirt. Maybe you’ll let us do for practice in case Alice misses a performance.”
