Playing Their Parts

“Um, okay.” Cassie went with her and Stone followed them both until they reached the far end of the vast space.

Here they found an immensely long row of plain white cabinets, stretching the length of the entire room. On each cabinet was a small keypad and, as Cassie watched, various actors went up, picked a cabinet, and punched in a code. After a moment, the cabinet door popped open and they took out a bundle of fabric from inside.

“Now then, do you remember the codes the Wardrobe Madam gave you?” the girl asked anxiously. “I hope you do—she hates to be bothered with the same actor twice.”

Cassie was about to say that she thought she remembered when Stone rumbled, “343B and 697H.”

“Excellent!” the girl said brightly. “Well—you just punch those codes into any cabinet and your costumes will pop out in a moment! Go on—try it,” she urged Cassie.

“Okay.” Cassie picked a cabinet at random—it was about as big as a kitchen cabinet back home, she thought—and punched in the first code.

Nothing happened for a moment but then, just as she was wondering if she had done it wrong, the door popped open to show a neatly folded bundle of fabric on the bottom of the cabinet.

Cassie took the bundle out and handed it to Stone to hold. Then she closed the cabinet and tapped in his code as well. Just as before, after a moment the cabinet popped open. But this time it had only a leather harness studded with metal inside it.

“There must be some mistake,” Cassie said, taking it out and frowning at it as she turned it around and around. “This can’t be the only thing Stone is supposed to wear.”

“Let me see your script,” the green girl said, taking it from her before Cassie could hand it over. She scanned it, looked Stone up and down, and then nodded. “No, this is right. The Wardrobe Madam must have decided that your body-slave’s other clothing was already acceptable so she only had you order him a chest harness to wear with it—that’s all.”

In fact, Stone was already dressed like a body-slave. He was wearing his black leather trousers and boots and he was bare-chested with only the fake black pain collar around his neck. Cassie supposed the black leather chest harness would look excellent on him—it would strap across his broad chest in a wide X, emphasizing how muscular he was.

“That’s why you didn’t get boots with your outfit either,” the green girl continued, nodding at Cassie. “Because the ones you’re wearing will go just fine with the outfit the Wardrobe Madam had you order.”

Cassie was wearing the most modest dress she could find—a long blue one with a V neckline that Kat had packed her. But she’d decided her tall, black Mistress boots were appropriate to wear with everything here—since she was, after all, trying to stay in character. She wondered what kind of outfit the Wardrobe Madam had ordered her to go with the boots.

It didn’t take long to find out.

“Over here are the dressing rooms.” The green girl was already pulling her to the far-left side of the room where there were rows and rows of stalls like a changing room at a department store. Actors were bustling in and out of them, dressed in various costumes.

“Take a dressing room, Mistress,” the green girl said. “If you need help getting into your costume, call me. I’ll be out here putting the harness on your body-slave.”

Cassie nodded and took back the pile of fabric from Stone before slipping into one of the stalls.

Inside, it was very much like a dressing room back home on Earth. There were hooks on the wall to hang clothes, a small bench in the corner to sit on, and a long mirror on one wall—apparently they didn’t waste money on 3-D viewers in here.

Cassie slipped out of her long blue dress and turned to the pile of fabric—which was almost all black.

“Oh no,” she groaned, when she saw what she would be wearing. The black leather skirt wasn’t so bad—though it was extremely short. But it came with a demi-cup leather bustier and a pair of crotchless panties. Ugh!

Cassie wondered if she could ask for another costume—one that was less revealing. But she was, after all, doing porn. She supposed she was lucky that she wasn’t completely naked.

Reluctantly, she began putting the outfit on. The hem of the leather skirt just barely covered the panties, but the bustier was a hopeless case. It supported her full breasts like a shelf but left her nipples completely bare and there wasn’t a single spare scrap of fabric on the costume to hide them.

“Excuse me, Mistress, but are you ready to come out?” the green girl called from outside the dressing stall. “I fear you and your body-slave will be late for your scene!”