Anything Goes - Theatrical Capers

He cracked - whatever the final straw was he cracked - his keys hit the desktop as he scrambled out of his seat and through the door leaving the three of us stunned by the fact we had managed to accomplish what we set out to do so fully and painlessly. The feeling of relief was palpable as such a great weight had been lifted from our shoulders.

Stan looked me in the eye and asked "What next?" to which I replied I was going home to place all of this evidence; the drives, memory sticks and dongle as well as all the surveillance tech into my safe and transfer it to one of my safety deposit boxes the following day as soon as I had confirmation Brian had quit. That's where it would stay until such time he could never again be any risk at which point everything would be destroyed. No one need ever know what we three knew and without the dongle the dressing room cameras were now useless. As of this moment all we had to concern ourselves with was putting on the greatest production of "Anything Goes" anyone had ever seen.

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I barely had time to do as I had promised, stashing everything in one of several safes I'd had fitted after buying the house for the few valuables I kept on site - mostly secure data drives for work purposes - that I could not afford to be potentially fire or water damaged in the event of a catastrophe, quickly shower and change then get back to the theatre. Someone had to open up for the society which I could do but I hoped no one queried the absence of the theatre manager too quickly as I couldn't think up a plausible scenario as yet.

Stan was waiting for me looking incredibly at ease compared to my agitated state and swapped the keys for a folded sheet of paper, unlocking the doors as I read. It was an email from Brian's wife to the society explaining her husband had suffered a 'serious nervous collapse' from work related pressures and having sought medical advice would be off work for the foreseeable future. The local council had confirmed they were saddened to hear of this situation and would be supplying a temporary replacement as soon as possible. All parties hoped the society could cope that evening.

"Don't look so worried son, I've spoken to his boss in the council in the last hour - her daughter is one of our four Angels - and the word is Brian will spend 6 months on sick leave then be pensioned off, they've been looking for an excuse to lose him for at least a year and this 'collapse' is solid gold for them."

Fuck me we had done it, with zero casualties or collateral damage too, pretty much a miracle.

"Hang on to these keys you've earned the right to carry them, and get your arse into that booth - you've got work to do and need to clear your head pronto."

I did as I was told, was centred long before the 5 minute call and at 9:45pm sat back watching a tumultuous standing ovation from a sold out auditorium for a cast taking its second encore and third curtain call. Half an hour later I was in the beer garden of the pub, bedecked with lanterns & fairy lights especially for the society, being fed a steady supply of quality beer by all & sundry. The incredible buzz was a result of the most successful opening night in society memory along with the promise of a sold out run for the rest of the week too and everyone was feeling and sharing the love, celebration & praises.

Shortly after my arrival I found myself summoned to a private audience with the queen bee who had been holding court in a packed corner, Genevieve herself. She led me to a quiet spot out of range of any overly inquisitive ears;

"You know then?"

"I do indeed."

"I shouldn't ask but I must know for my own peace of mind - I think you saw a lot more than you let on to Stan - did you?"

Without hesitation I replied, "Yes - I saw everything that transpired in your dressing room yesterday morning, it's why I knew you were the only person who could possibly lure Brian into giving us enough rope to hang him."

Her body had gone rigid and her face was frozen in a mask of concern.

"It doesn't matter Genevieve, I swear to you no one else will ever get to see that drive or any of the recordings on it. As for worrying if I have any criminal intent such as extortion then let me put your mind at rest by giving you a piece of information that only a handful of people in the world knows about me and which must stay exclusively between you and me as our bond and my guarantee of silence."

With that I gave her the briefest version of my back story but with a very detailed fiscal breakdown of my retirement from the business, more than sufficient to rock her back on her heels and realise financial gain was not something I would ever need to use the data for. She leant in and kissed me gently on the cheek whispering in my ear "My Lord, you really didn't have to get involved in all this you could have just walked away. It's never going to be enough but thank you" before rejoining the raucous throng.

The icing on my cake was the presence of Poppy who rather than being tied up with her friends like the night before was now glued to the hip of her dad. As he was almost never more than a few yards from me then this was far from a hardship. Without the pressures of a full theatre and a live show unfolding around us then we actually got to talk like normal human beings. She was as fascinating as she was beautiful - my opening gambit had been to bring up her pink hair again and her reason for dyeing her naturally blonde locks had been a dare as part of a fundraiser for the hospital cancer care unit.

Her back story was so very different to my own: she had been born in the hospital she now worked at, grown up in the village, learned ballet and gymnastics at the village hall which she still did and now taught the kids in the beginners classes. On leaving school she had gone straight into nursing which was all she had ever wanted to do, and when her mum had been diagnosed with cancer she had decided to retrain as a radiographer taking night classes to gain a degree and qualify.

Poppy was only 18 months younger than me, had once been engaged but that had ended some 4 years previously and was single & content in her idyllic little world into which I had wandered so recently. She was intensely curious about me too especially my past and what had brought an obvious city boy to the wilds of the countryside. By force of habit she got the highly edited, well rehearsed, short version of my life - orphan, computer geek, self-employed software developer, working from my new home away from the pressures of the rat race in the city. The identical radically toned down version of me that everyone I met ended up with, apart from Genevieve of course who now knew a teeny bit more but far from all.

With the vast majority of those in attendance having work to go to the next day and another 6 productions to perform the decompression only lasted an hour, as was the time honoured ritual, and I found myself walking home with Stan and Poppy. Having dropped off her dad Poppy then rejoined me - the naturally gossipy villagers knew I'd had work done on my cottage before moving in but not what and she had heavily hinted she would like to ease her own curiosity - so that was why 5 minutes later we were standing in my hallway about to embark on a guided tour.

The room with by far the most radical reconstruction was the kitchen having been enlarged and thoroughly modernised so we started there - I loved to cook and hadn't skimped on this room. A small extension gave me a utility room, the entire house was rewired and future proofed for my IT needs with fibre throughout and computer controlled heating, home entertainment & lighting. My study/office and the reception rooms were left as period as possible as were the three bedrooms & bathrooms upstairs which had been reconfigured by a previous owner but in a way I loved.

Pausing on the landing at the top of the stairs I was again struck silent as I gazed at the woman before me - standing only an inch or so shorter than my 5'11" with a lithe and slim dancers physique, ridiculous pink hair, pale blue eyes and alabaster skin dusted with adorable freckles she had a captivating beauty that the greatest artists could spend a lifetime trying to capture and never come close. As closely as I was watching her, Poppy was scrutinising me - I didn't think there was that much to look at; just an average skinny bloke in his mid-thirties, clean shaven, brown eyes to match brown hair kept short with probably a few more worry lines than others of my age but then I'd been around a bit.

Then we kissed - I have no idea if it was the lateness of the hour, the lingering adrenaline buzz of the show, the recently consumed alcohol or a combination of all that and more but some subliminal cue moved us together in synchronised slowness until our lips met in an easy gentle coupling. Her eyes closed as the kiss continued and she placed her soft hand on the back of my neck as if to capture me but I was already snared.

As the contact increased so did our passion, kisses grew from tender to passionate from passionate to lusting with exploring tongues prying & dancing as breathing deepened. I could feel her body heat rising against me, our arms now entwined around each other's waists drawing us into ever tighter contact then her hand was on my butt pressing us together, groin to groin. I buried my face in her neck and plastered her warm, soft, sweet smelling skin with tiny kisses feeling goose pimples rise on her arms in response along with a deft twist of her hips that pushed my thigh tight against her hot sex for her to grind against it.

Locked together in this tangle of limbs I manoeuvred us back through my bedroom door without incident brought to a halt by the massive king size four-poster bed that dominated it, another retained feature from the precious owner being to large to remove. Time for conversation was past, our bodies doing what we both wanted most.

Poppy's hands were working on my belt as mine were unbuckling the bib clips of her dungarees, mine were quicker and as the flap dropped forward & the denim garment fell to the floor I cupped her small firm breasts pressing them together beneath the soft cotton fabric of her t-shirt, free of any underwear. With belt, button and zip undone my loose cargo trousers slipped freely to the floor at the same moment Poppy plunged both hands inside the waistband of my boxers grasping my rapidly hardening shaft and capturing my ball sack to massage both vigorously. We tore at each other's remaining clothing; my polo shirt and boxers discarded in one pile, her t-shirt and tiny pink silk panties in another.

The second we were both naked Poppy took the lead, clambering backwards onto the bed and drawing me into the centre alongside her with her vice-like grip on my genitals then making a seemingly impossible roll and flip to land atop me with her thighs on my shoulders and her head in my crotch. Now I was presented with an incredible view of her hot pussy, bare outer lips swollen and glistening with her freely flowing juices, a short narrow triangle of golden blonde hair above a crimson hood elevated by her engorged nubbin beneath, partially distracted by the hard nipples pressed into my abdomen. The view was short lived as I felt the incredible sensation of a wet tongue explore my erection moments before Poppy thrust her body downwards planting her slit solidly over my mouth.

I thought I'd seen enough blow jobs over the past few days to put me off for a while but not having had any 'female companionship' for the last six months or so meant being on the receiving end of this one was great, in fact great got promoted to incredible the instant my now wet shaft was sucked almost entirely into the hot confines of Poppy's mouth. Her need for more physicality and input on my part was communicated by her bucking her hips to squeeze her pussy against my mouth and I took her cue, latching my mouth onto her projecting clit and grasping her tight ass cheeks hard to pull her onto me fully.

I knew I couldn't last any length of time under this oral assault and raced to bring my partner off, alternating sucking & nibbling her clit with plunging my tongue deep into the hot wet tunnel which tasted so sweet. Poppy matched this addition by using her well manicured nails to tease and scratch at my tightening ball sack with a fine balance of delicacy and force. I began to lose control of myself feeling my orgasm becoming imminent so without warning I twisted my wrist & introduced two fingers into her tight pussy easing in to the first knuckle then pausing before vigorously driving both in to the steamy wetness to their entirety just as my balls boiled over and I erupted in her mouth. The effect was instantaneous and my face was covered with her sticky juices as she too began to orgasm, thrashing against me but clamped in position by my single free arm thrown over her hips and ass.

Just like Fleur she was a swallower and kept me firmly in her mouth throughout but unlike the young girl she was also getting as good as she gave and I was determined to find out what she could take. As she was still bucking I added a third finger to the other two and strummed her soaking clit forcibly with the broad pad of my thumb trying to buy time to breathe, the sudden contractions of her interior muscles alerting me to another climax or rather a torrent of orgasms cascading one after another causing a Poppy to relinquish my cock and start gasping for breath herself. The muscles of my hand and arm began burning from exertion forcing me to pull out triggering a shuddering collapse in Poppy and she rolled off me to lie side by side but in tight contact.

Despite the fact we were covered in sweat gasping for breath and my hand may have given out on me plus I felt I had just cum what felt like gallons down Poppy's skilled throat I was still as hard as I had ever been in my life. A fact that had not gone unnoticed by my bedfellow who wriggled around to whisper in my ear "it would be a crime to waste that beast".

The next thing I knew Poppy was on her knees and forearms; legs wide apart, ass high in the air begging for attention with breasts and face pressed deep into the mattress. On the ragged edge of my self control I clambered behind her, erection in my fisted hand aimed at the narrow red slit presented so perfectly and plunged my long thick prick deep inside her. The feeling was fucking incredible - hot, wet, tight - I leaned over her back to grasp her shoulders and began pounding vigorously ready to go all night if necessary, each thrust met with a low grunt of pleasure. Soon Poppy wanted even more and my forward thrusts were met by equally enthusiastic backward thrusts so I changed the angle of my attack pushing down hard in the small of her back with one hand . She snaked a hand beneath her to play with her clit and very soon she was convulsing once more, speared on my shaft, vaginal muscles clamping down on me drawing forth another climax I thought impossible after such a short time and we collapsed in an exhausted heap. My gradually softening prick slipped out of her with a wet plop and with her tucked in before me we drifted off into an endorphin fuelled sleep.

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I feared there might still be a little fallout from the removal of Brian so having dried and dressed I took the theatre drive out of my safe and plugged it into my desktop, although intending never to power it up again my troubleshooters eye for detail had picked up an anomaly the day before during the confrontation with Brian which I couldn't let linger. There was a folder tucked in amongst the hundreds of folders that was different to all the others, this one had a persons name rather than automatic date or file type designation.

Brian had ploughed the depths of depravity with his actions but the contents of this folder showed a new low, one that would take a huge amount of work to put right assuming it could be done at all. My trusty memory stick came into use again as I transferred over a number of items that I would have to take away for printing before I placed a call to my solicitor, a former school friend, to discuss the sensitive nature of what I had found. When you've put as much money into the pockets of a single law firm as I had over the years then they drop everything remarkably quickly and leave no stone unturned to help out.

I was very busy for the rest of the day until I left for the theatre, got through an emotional roller coaster few hours culminating in another triumphant finale to a sold out house and over to the pub garden celebration. With my heart in my mouth I sought out one person in particular, the centre of a black clad huddle, the theatre stage manager Marika. I cut into their celebration with gushing praise for their work and the offer of a round of drinks which was accepted with cheers at the same time managing to convince Marika to come to the bar to help remember the order for her team.

As trays were being loaded with glasses I slipped a couple of A6 sheets of paper into her hand, these were photos I had printed earlier and she tensed instantly, paralysed with fear. I placed an extra larger sheet into her view, the contents and meaning of which took a few seconds to register and take effect. Marika looked at me and I offered up my most reassuring smile telling her to stay with me once I dropped off the drinks. She did just that telling her crew she was heading off to get some sleep & I had offered her a lift, a comment met with a barrage of friendly innuendo and jokes.

I'd taken my motorbike and handed her a spare helmet before we mounted up and headed not for her flat in the village but to my own house. All through the short trip Marika was glued to me like a limpet to a rock but I didn't know if she was a nervous pillion or fearful of what would happen when we arrived at our destination.

A strong drink was in order as soon as we got inside and I sat her down in my living room.

"I am so sorry for the shock I've subjected you to but I didn't know how else to go about all this and my intentions are solely for your wellbeing and good. There's a lot of stuff from the last few days I cannot tell you about but what I can tell you is what the note said - that I am now the sole possessor of the information I showed you in the pub and everything else that went with it, no one else has or ever will see any of it and the scumbag who collected it all will never have contact with you again.

There is a lot of stuff I could work out from what was stored electronically but there are gaps that really need filling in but I realise you may not want to or feel able too. I know you are not all you say you are, I know you have a huge secret you have kept from everyone in the village and in the society, I know that Brian found out and has been blackmailing you for three years taking at least £400 per month from you.

Brian's sudden illness and absence isn't a coincidence, he is out of your life forever and all of the pain you've suffered because of him which must have been terrible has ended with immediate effect."

The large dark brown eyes set deep into the delicate features were almost obscured by her flowing black tresses but I could make out they were red rimmed from crying on the way here. How could I expect her to trust me and open up having been through so much trauma in her life - I couldn't but I hoped she would find it inside herself to trust me just enough to do so.

There was ten minutes of silence before I accepted this had been an impossible undertaking and having apologised I offered to take her home. She looked up a me for a long time before speaking.

"It has been a nightmare, a hell I thought I could never escape but you, a stranger, have appeared as if by magic and say you have taken it all away. It shouldn't be possible but what you have shown me proves you have access to the things I dreaded being made public and my tormentor has vanished. How can I be sure that this is not an elaborate ruse, that you have not now taken his place and this will all begin over again if you decide it will?"