Chapter Three

The Audition

Farnsworth handed me an old dirty brown robe.

“If you don’t mind, Edward, please take off your clothes and change into this robe for the scene. I’d like to see what you look like on camera in it. There’s a bathroom over there you can change in.”

“OK, Mr. Farnsworth.”

When I came back wearing the brown robe, the director had me kneel in front of the bench in prayer. Farnsworth adjusted the legs of the tripod and stood behind the small camera.

“Now, in this scene, Magdalena meets Brother William in his room after a full day of begging for alms and fasting. Let’s take it from the beginning where it says Scene 4, shall we? Oh, before I forget, you should know the two characters just had a rather steamy and illicit sexual encounter in the previous scene, that may or may not have happened, as well as a second encounter in a sexy dream sequence, which included bondage and flagellation. Ready. Action.”

What? Illicit sexual encounter? Sexy dream sequence? Bondage and flagellation? Farnsworth almost forgot to tell us that? I sat still, holding some rosary beads in my hands I had found in the pocket of my robe. I shut my eyes and moved my lips piously.

Elizabeth entered the scene as Magdalena, kneeled beside me and read her opening lines quite well, for someone with no previous acting experience. I could tell Elizabeth wasn’t nervous in the slightest and she delivered her lines in a direct, believable fashion. The thing was, Mr. Bergman… Elizabeth wasn’t acting. She was completely “in the moment” as we actors like to say. She didn’t care one way or another whether she got the part, so her audition appeared completely effortless. Her sexuality seeped out of every pore of her body. While I was in the bathroom changing, Elizabeth had apparently loosened the bow at the back of her dress even further. With each movement, her breasts took on a life of their own, peeking out from the thin silky material, like two minor characters of the subplot who wanted to appear in the main part of the story.

Following the directions at the beginning of the scene, Elizabeth quietly entered Brother William’s bedchamber. In a submissive manner, she leaned over and pantomimed setting a bowl of rice and a cup of water before me. I couldn’t help but look down the front of her dress. I didn’t know if I saw her full voluptuous breasts as myself or through the eyes of the Holy Brother, but her milky white luminescent skin and light brown swollen areoles slipped completely out of her loose top. Her breasts, now completely exposed, dangled invitingly in front of Brother William and I, as well as the seedy Mr. Farnsworth and his Walmart video camera, for all of us to ogle at and enjoy. Watching her work with the invisible props, I stared at her breasts and actually became aroused. To get into character, I had removed all my clothing, even my underwear, which proved to be my undoing. My throbbing erection became painfully obvious, tenting under the thin material of my monk’s robe. I could tell by Elizabeth’s sly smile she had noticed my erection as well. She stared at me briefly, wetting her lips with her tongue and biting her lower lip onc