Part 6

I entered my dressing room and began to remove my dressing gown, as we cant walk from backstage to our rooms naked and its too much of a hassle to put our outfits back on.

"Mr Mcdermott" A voice said to me and i quickly put on my robe and turned around.

"Mr Mcdermott there's no need to be bashful, after all ive seen the show and there isnt much left for me to feast on visually that i havent seen."

"Who are you? and why are you back here?"

"Paul... may i call you Paul... Look i.. shit ill just drop the sofisticated act. This is my first call without supervision and ive already buggered it up. What are they going to say..." and she slouched on the chair looking so depressed i really felt sorry for her.

"Im not unimpressed... Mrs...."

"Nicole... call me Nicole... and im a... Miss... not married... Well i suppose i came here to do a job so i might aswell do it. Im here from the Censorship board and have to talk to you about your..."

Then she looked at my groin which was slightly exposed. I blushed, i dont know why but i blushed and quickly covered up.

"Sorry Paul... your, erection"

"Beg your pardon?"

"Having an erection in a strip show with an R rating, technically makes the show an X rating. I've basically come to tell you that you're not allowed to do it again"

How embarrassed could i be?

"Oh god.... this is... Im sorry"

"Paul... its ok... I personally had no problems with your... Erra.. but... umm... other people can complain about it. So might i suggest next time you think about something... off putting? Like...a granny with no teeth asking you for sexual favors?"

"So im not allowed to stick it in peoples faces and wank on stage then?" i said in a sarcastic tone but, well i obviously upset her.

"Look im sorry i came in here... i didnt mean to upset you or anything... ive got to go. Bye"

"No wait!!!" I called but she was already out of the door. I sat for a while and thought... and thought and decided it was time to have a shower, i was just heading to the bathroom when i noticed a small black handbag on the bench.

part 7