The Alice and Clark show (Part 3) [3rd Person] [MF] [Audience] [Bondage] [Fiction]

With the added liquid courage, Alice walks on to the stage alongside Clark. A bed, covered in dark, flowy sheets is placed at the center of the stage, and a small nightstand is placed next to it. Cameras are installed facing different angles of the bed, three on tripods and one on the ceiling. A producer sits at the back of the arena, controlling the show on large LED flat screens to give the audience views they don’t have from their seats. 

Bright lights shine on them, and they both blink, adjusting their vision. The club’s lounge is dark, only slightly lit by soft, LED strip lights on the walls, and warm, contemporary-style disk lights hang from the ceiling. 

The audience is seated on royal blue velvet lounge booths that are lined up against the wall, and some are sitting around round dining tables that are scattered around the room, surrounding the stage. In the far back of the room, the club’s bar is lively, with a few of the club patrons ordering drinks before they finally take a seat. 

Alice tries to look around the room, but as she was told, the lounge is too dark from the stage for her to see. She has a moment of panic, but Clark squeezes her hand, gently and whispers, “There’s Drew.”

She turns to her left, past Clark’s body, and sees Drew’s figure in the dim light. As promised, he is watching, sitting by himself in the front row at a skinny two-top table. Drew gives a nod, acknowledging her look, along with a reassuring smile. Alice takes a deep breath, forces a smile, and faces the room. 

Before another thought can enter Alice’s mind, a tall, thin woman, dressed elegantly in a black evening gown steps on to the stage, with a retro-style microphone in her hand. She steps towards Clark and Alice, smiling sweetly. She reaches for Alice’s hand, which she takes in hers giving it a squeeze as she turns to face the crowd, which an instant hush falls over. 

“Ladies and Gentlemen. Welcome to Club Le Mirage. We have a very special evening in store for you tonight; a live performance by two new performers, which will immediately be followed by,” she pauses for effect, “an on-stage meet and greets.” A collective laugh fills the room, knowingly. The woman gives Alice’s hand another squeeze.

She continues, “Although it’s their first time, I have a great feeling about these two, and they come highly recommended from one of our club’s finest members who’s said he’s seen both of these two in action.” A few hoots and whistles fill the room, and the MC smiles seductively. “I know, right?” she plays to the crowd, “Sounds like a story we’d all like to hear!”

Alice and Clark smile sheepishly, looking down to the stage floor. They can feel the energy of the crowd building, but so is the pressure. 

“But, before we begin, a few reminders of our rules, and upcoming events.” 

Alice looks over at Clark as the MC goes through club protocol and the calendar. Clark whispers reassuringly, “We got this Alice. Once we start, it’s just me and you. Alone. Okay?”

The stage fright is settling in but Alice rejects it. She closes her eyes, and calms herself down, focusing on the soft, sensual, ambient music playing in the background. She opens her eyes again, now calmer and more collected, and looks at Clark expectantly. He smiles thinly at her and looks back at the audience.

“… without further delay, I present to you, our night’s performers, Clark, and Alice!”

The crowd applauds and Alice is snapped back into the moment. The woman walks off the stage, and the spotlight is framed now on the two performers, the center of the club’s full attention. 

Clark moves first, remembering Drew’s instruction. He’s dressed in a simple, fitted, grey T-shirt and tight dark jeans. He pulls the shirt up, over his head, quickly removing it before tossing it hastily on the stage floor. His muscles ripple under the spotlight, and a small cheer fills the room, coming from some of the club patrons. 

Wasting no time, and encouraged by the cheers, Clark reaches for Alice, pulling her into his frame, for a tight hug. He starts kissing her, slowly at first. His pecks start at her shoulders, moving up her collarbone and to her neck. He slowly teases up her jawline until he’s nibbling on her earlobe, gently. 

He whispers lustfully in her ear, “Whatever happens this round, do not cum, okay Alice? No cumming, no squirting.” 

Alice gulps but nods nonetheless.

He ends his embrace momentarily and steps towards the nightstand by the bed and pulls a black blindfold and noise-canceling headphones from the drawer. Without any word, he turns to Alice and puts them on her. Now blinded, and clueless, Alice feels even more seen. She can sense all the eyes are on her, however, she feels a lot more comfortable, the sensory deprivation forcing her to be present within herself. 

Clark guides her on to the bed, where Alice carefully lies down. Anticipating the unknown excites her. She feels Clark’s hands around her ankles, folding her legs upright, laying the soles of her heels on the soft sheets of the bed, and spreading her legs. Clark hikes up her revealing dress, and Alice can tell that her slightly-wet vagina is now fully exposed to the audience. Alice feels her wrists are getting bound in leather straps, one by one, and that her ankles are getting the same treatment as well.

Clark stares at her, spread wide for the audience to see. He pauses for a moment, letting them soak in the sight of this beautiful young woman. The room is silent. The intention is that they hear it all. 

Clark sneaks a metal spreader bar underneath her legs and attaches her ankles and wrists on to it. He hears a soft gasp escape her lips. He grabs a cordless, black vibrating magic wand from the drawer, and binds it securely onto Alice’s thighs with leather straps, the head of the wand laying squarely on Alice’s clit.

She can’t see the toy, but Alice knows full well that it’s going to be a long night. She has no clue how long this session is going to last, but it’s probably going to feel like never-ending torture for her.

Clark pulls up a chair, sitting near the bed, watching her intently, his eyes set on the sight of her, and he can feel the hardness forming in his pants. He whips out his phone from the pocket of his dark-washed jeans, and accesses the vibrating wand’s app, turning it on its lowest setting.

Slow, soft vibrations suddenly shock Alice. She gasps her body jolts in a flash. With her vision blinded and the empty silence, the pulsing from the wand reverberates through her whole body, the sensations feel intensified.

Low moans and soft hums escape her lips, goosebumps growing all over her skin. Her nipples start to harden and perk up under her dress, and Alice slowly arches her back in pleasure. The arousal washes her stress and anxiety away, relaxing her. 

Clark, still seated, takes a peek at her pussy that is growing slightly wetter, and smiles mischievously to himself. He slides his digit on the screen of his phone, ramping up the magnitude of the wand.

Instantly, Alice bucks her hips. Her leg muscles tense up, and she clenches her abdomen, for just a moment, as she gets used to the strength of the vibrating toy. Alice moans. The way her body moves and jolts, and the sounds she is making, turns Clark on even more, and no doubt the audience as well. She’s making it harder for him to resist her as well, his hard cock feels uncomfortable in his jeans.

His eyes closely focus on Alice. Drew was right. Despite the oohs and aahs of excitement coming from the audience, he can only concentrate on the girl in front of him who is cuffed onto a spreader bar. Alice is truly a good girl. Too good, even, Clark thinks to himself. He’s suddenly taken back to the moment when he had his gangbang with Alice and his poker friends. The way she squirmed and screamed that night, he wants to hear that again.

Clark raises the intensity and Alice yelps. Her low moans morph into higher-pitched whimpers. Her toes curl in her black, strappy heels, her eyebrows knit behind her blindfold, her hands grip the spreader bar tightly, her hips move in figure-eights, and her perfect round breasts jiggle inside her dress from her movements. She looks deliciously tortured. Clark groans in pleasure at the sight of her, reaching for his hard cock and giving it a squeeze through his jeans. Gasps, moans, and light chatter can be hard for the audience.

Alice’s body starts to feel tense, she’s resisting the pleasure, through gritted teeth, and Clark can see through it. Despite ordering her not to cum, he wants, and needs, to push her even further.

And so he does. He adjusts the control on the application on his phone, upping the vibration. Alice lets out a short cry. She keeps thrusting her hips towards the ceiling, her legs swing from side to side, the chains of her cuffs clinking against the bar. Her breaths are ragged, the collar presses against her neck. Her whimpers grow louder, enticing Clark. Alice is squirming but the cuffs and the bar hold her in place. Even though it’s torture for her, it’s becoming torture for him as well. 

Alice feels her arousal shooting up her body. Her pussy feels wet, and she needs a release, even though she is forbidden to. The minutes already feel like hours to her.

Through her ragged breath and cries, Clark can hear her call out to him. “C-Clark… Clark… Please…”

Her squirming is a delight to Clark. His erection is pressing tightly against the zipper of his jeans, begging to be sprung out. He can even feel his precum leaking out of his tip, dampening his boxer briefs. 

Yet, though Clark is enjoying seeing her cry out his name like that, they can’t have her cum nor squirt. At least not now. Plus, he needs to give the audience a good show nonetheless.

He crawls on the bed, avoiding the violent jerks and swings from her knees, and slips the wand from her strap. Alice immediately goes quiet and still, only the sound of her catching her own breath can be heard.

Clark pulls Alice’s dress up even further, pushing the fabric to her stomach giving the cameras and crowd their first unobstructed and clear view of her pussy. This is one sense that is heightened and the feeling of the fabric sliding over her soft skin, the air hitting her damp thighs, and the clear implications that she is now on full display, makes Alice shudder. 

He examines the wand. The silicone head is now coated with her thick, slippery grool, and Clark can smell her essence just from it. He waits for a moment before returning the toy back to its place, and as he straps it back in, he can see her pussy, shiny and slick with her own juices.

She needs to be pushed even further. And with that, Clark turns the vibrating wand back on, now on its highest setting. Alice immediately jolts forward and crashes back onto the bed. She lets out a strained scream, her chest rising and falling, as she starts to convulse. Alice is forcing herself to hold her orgasms in. Through her moans, Alice starts to curse. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

She pulls on her restraints, to no use. She wriggles her body on the bed, trying to relieve the waves of vibrations. She keeps jerking and thrusting her hips, yet the pounding and vibrating of the wand are inescapable. She twists in the pleasant agony. 

“Clark…” Alice screams for him, between her cries. She clenches the muscles of her pelvic floor. Her body spasms. Her orgasm is pushing through her, and nothing can stop it anymore. 

She doesn’t have time to warn him. A huge rush of clear liquid gushes out of her, spraying the bed. She can’t stop herself, but it keeps flowing out of her.

The crowd applauds and a few shout in appreciation. 

Alice lays restless, panting. Her release is starting to relax her. She can feel her body start to sink into the comfort of the mattress. 

Clark stares at her, looking at the mess she made. He sits next to her body, taking off the noise-canceling headphones, and pulling up her blindfold on to her forehead. Alice squints, her eyes adjusting to the bright stage lights as her pupils rapidly shrink, and she flinches as the lights and sounds put her back in the club’s lounge.

“Happy you squirted, Alice?” Clark asks with a firm tone that is noticeable in his voice.

Alice, still gasping for air, shakes her head. She whines, “No…” 

The audience chuckles and awws, the sounds around her quickly shaking Alice back to the reality of the situation. She immediately blushes, her whole body going even redder. She feels the embarrassment and exposure to her core. 

Clark grips her thigh with force, bringing her attention back to him. “You’ll be punished for that.”

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