I’m nervous, but exhilarated behind the screen. It’s blocking me from seeing the packed room. The MC JB is trading bawdy jokes with Red-she’s the reason I’m here. Several years prior Joley and I went to see their show at this terrible venue out by the old power plant buildings. The guy who took our money was behind bullet proof glass. We were feeling adventurous that night, both happy to have escaped from our respective keepers for a few hours. A little bit of bone deep fear for our lives was nothing compared to the freedom we were feeling. The show began, and I was in awe of these beautiful, real ladies exposing their bodies and souls to me. They were smiling, laughing, belly dancing, performing silly skits, singing their songs, shaking their pasty-covered nipples at the audience, reveling in their myriad of shapes and dimples. I was transfixed, and have only missed a one or two shows since. That night I met Red- Joley had gone out to smoke, and I was left alone. This red headed spirit swooped in next to me, threw her arms around me and said I looked like someone she needed to get to know. At the time, I felt it was part of the show, but over the years our awkwardness has bloomed into a kind of weird friendship and shared love of black cats.
I can see my buddy Dan lower the lights, JB makes my stage-name introduction, and I hear the music I have been rehearsing to for weeks start up. I slowly step out from behind the screen in my sequined Chucks- the other girls wear heels, but this is more my style. I may have an alter-ego, but deep down it’s still me under these glitter filled balloons. I chose to be comically seductive for my first time on stage, goofing and over exaggerating my dance moves like a cartoon. I immediately catch a glimpse of a couple of guys in the front row watching me, one has a smile on his lips, his friend whispering something close to his ear. He nods in agreement. He’s got deep brown eyes, slight beard, and while grinning, I feel like he’s popped all the balloons with his mind. He’s the only one who can already see me stripped down to fishnets, frilly panties, and heart shaped pasties covering my nipples- and even those feel like they are melting away under his hot stare. I regain my composure, and carry on with my act. With each pop and puff of glitter, he winks at me. Even though the lights in my eyes from above make it very hard to see, he’s positioned himself in such a way that the tent in his pants is completely obvious to me. Pop! Wink. Pop! Wink, and he puts his hand on the huge bulge. He licks his lips, my cunt twinges in kind. I make my way to his side of the stage, positioning the “magic wand” right above the balloon between my legs, spreading them so he can have a better view of my dampened panties. The latex bursts with the flick of my wrist, and showers both him and his friend in blue and purple glitter. He takes no notice of the audience laughter, instead focused intently on my secret, his smiling lips quivering. I’m feeling lusty, beautiful, empowered now. I turn and bend over, exposing the frills covering my backside, essentially shaking my tail feathers at him. I look back at him through my legs, and he’s gripping the sides of his chair, white knuckled, his cock is straining against his jeans. I strut around and finally pop the last 2 balloons covering my tits, jiggling them at the crowd. The blood is buzzing in my head, I can barely hear the crowd or JB’s post skit “give it up for…” I skip back behind the screen to the waiting arms of my fellow dancers, and cover up with a comforting robe. I peek out, trying to find him in the audience again, but their chairs are empty now. My eyes sting in disappointment, and I make my way back to the dressing area behind the stage.
I swipe the curtain to the private changing area, and stood there in shock for a second. They’re both in there, waiting for me. I don’t question how they got past any of the security team. The friend is rubbing the others back under his loose fitting shirt, they are clearly very familiar with each other. Both are looking at me expectantly, to see how I was reacting to this, heat radiated from my face to the space between my legs. My nipples hardened under the stiff pasties, I couldn’t wait to pull them off. I shook off the robe covering my nearly naked body and without a word, pressed myself against the two of them, pulling at their clothes to be closer to their bare skin. The pasties were pulled off with teeth, I don’t even know or care who did it. We were a tangle of hands touching everywhere, a pile of hastily pulled off clothing littered the carpeted floor. We shared deep kisses, our faces, lips pressed together. Two glistening, rock hard dicks were pressing against my legs, I dropped to my knees and soon had both of those cocks against my face. I would alternate between the two, taking one deep in my mouth, stroking the other, pressing both of them together and licking voraciously. The friend kneeled down next to me, and took the other cock in his mouth. The sight of this nearly undid me. I sat back on the floor and watched the show, trailing my fingers over my breasts, down, down to the space between my legs. I watched how a man blows another man, the subtle differences in technique. My breath quickening, I turned my glazed stare up to the other-he shared my lust filled look, then glanced down further to watch my fingers dance over my clit. He touched his partner gently on the shoulder, then dropped to the floor between my legs. His friend positioned himself sitting behind me, his boner pressed against my back, one hand all over my breasts, and the other against my mouth to stifle my whimpers. Within minutes, I was writhing against his skillful mouth, and long thin fingers. His friend held me tight against him, but I could barely keep still. My backside kept coming off the floor, bucking against that amazing mouth. His friend reached underneath me and started rubbing his own fingers around my backside. I came almost immediately, and bit the friends hand to keep from crying out loud enough to draw attention. The other positioned himself in front of my flower, rubbing the tip of his fat cock against my shining pussy. He shoved it deep inside, leaning up to first kiss me, then kiss his boyfriend before he started ramming into me. I was dripping wet, his friends fingers were still underneath me, and he used my own juices as lubricant to play deeper from behind. I was seeing stars. He gently positioned himself underneath me, I could feel his cock pressing against my ass, teasing. I came again from the sensation overload, and fell back trying to catch my breath. The other one pulled out to change position, and I took the opportunity to get on my knees and taste myself on him, presenting myself to the friend. He quickly buried his face against me from behind, finger and tongue fucking me until I was wagging my backside at him, silently begging him to shove his dick deep inside me. I continued to deep throat the other one, his gasps getting quicker. As good as the friend feels pounding into me from behind, I want to feel the other one spasm inside me. I turn back, and give him a look, he can sense my plan and he pushes me against the other. I climb on like I’m ready to ride a bull, pulling myself up, and then sliding down his shaft, slowly picking up my pace. Within minutes, I’m cumming, milking his cock with my orgasms, and he blows his hot load inside me. The friend, not wanting to waste all that pushes me down, onto my back, and shoves into my freshly creamed pussy. His friends cum, mixed with my own is gushing out with every push. I’m so stretched and wet at this point, he just can’t get enough friction. He looks me in the eyes, non verbally questioning, and I nod hesitantly. He pulls out of my vag and presses his tip against my ass. I pull the other one in for a deep kiss, letting him fuck my mouth with his tongue as his lover slowly presses into me, inch by inch. Once I’ve fully relaxed and taken him, he starts to thrust into me. The feeling is almost too much, pain and pleasure. The other one is sucking on my tits, fingering my clit. I don’t know how it’s possible,but I’m cumming again. The friend pulls out, and with a few swift strokes, spurts the both of us with his hot semen. We fall into a pile of glistening, exhausted limbs.
We’re brought out of our haze a few moments later by the sound of the other girls coming in to change into their second set outfits. Since it was my first show, I was only scheduled for the one skit, thankfully. The three of us remain quiet, but kissing and fondling each other in the afterglow. We all trail our fingers through the cum on my tits, then the boys lick it off me. The girls finally leave, and there is nothing more to do but get up and dress. A final 3 way shared kiss, and they leave me alone in the dressing room. We never even exchanged names. I wonder if they’ll be at the next show…
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