BACKSTAGE (FF, toys)
Copyright ©2005 by Crystal Barela
This story contains sexually explicit scenes! If you are offended by FF sex or sex using toys, stop reading now!
Comb lines through my pomade slickened hair always made me smile. I looked like my father. The same dark eyes framed by thick lashes and brows. The square jaw and thin lips held a startling resemblance even before I added the facial hair.Lightly, I tapped the spirit gum on my upper lip to check for tackiness then picked up the mustache the same color as my dark hair. I tightened the skin beneath my nose and pressed the bit of hair firmly in place.
I wasn’t about glitter. Smoke and lights were more my style. I took a drag of my cigarette and stared at Bambi’s reflection through the smoke. She was practicing her presentation poses. One long leg sheathed in fishnet turned out showing a lean inner thigh. Her arms pointed toward an imaginary object.
Bambi wasn’t her real name, but it suited her for the role she played on stage with me. A magician’s assistant should draw the eye. In her silver sequined leotard she sparkled under the stage lights. The shiny fabric held her breasts in a way my fingers remembered, but now framed her cleavage to gain audience attention. Tonight she wore a feathered headdress that butted her rouged cheeks and swayed hypnotically when she moved.
“Bee, you have that one down,” I said, putting out the cigarette in the ashtray on the make-up table. Bambi had been my partner on stage for more than two years. “You could do this in your sleep.”
We hadn’t slept together in eight months, since she’d met Carla.
“I know,” she said, again lifting her arms in a graceful wave. “But the heels are new.”
Bambi was balancing on her ‘fuck me’ heels--four inches of clear plastic that gave her leg an extra sexy curve. They were sling backsz with no straps. I raised a brow. “The last time you had slip-ons—“
“I know. I nearly fell into the laps in the front row.” She came up behind me and placed her manicured nails on my shoulders. Warm heat passed from my shoulders straight to my sex.
How long could we do this?
“Not that they would have objected,” I said instead. Bambi blushed prettily and I took her hand in mine and brought it to my lips.
Casual. Friendly.
“I’ve been wearing these around the apartment for two days.”
“What’s Carla think of that?”
“Says they make my ass look younger and higher.” She glanced over her shoulder at her rear. “I think I’ll start wearing them full time.”
My smile was more of a sneer, but Bambi didn’t seem to notice. I leaned closer to the mirror and tapped the mustache with my finger. The bit of hair was itchy.
“You nearly ready?” Bambi asked.
“One more cigarette and I’ll be out.”
Bambi kissed my forehead before leaving me. (If you would like to read further, story finished in Comments)
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"Skirts" wasn’t the most popular club on the strip. In fact, you could say, that until about six months ago it was an unpopular club.
That accounted for the shitty lighting and badly decorated space stuck in a seventies time warp. The walls were covered in unfortunate crap green velvet wallpaper. The color found in grandmas’ bathrooms the world over. The shag carpet in a matching shade had been washed to death, but the smell of stale drinks and cigarettes couldn’t be erased.
But tonight the tables were full and there was a steady hum from behind the curtain. Our act and the cheap drinks had been drawing a heavy crowd the last three months.
“Packin’ them in Teddy,” Dawn said. Dawn owned the club and was a short muscular woman with a penchant for cigars. Like me, her hair was wet with pomade, but spiked into neat mess. At odds with the décor, she wore a kilt and a black t-shirt that said 'Suck My Dick'.
“Bee always does,” I said, from around my cigarette.
Dawn nodded and took a sip of her drink, her eyes on Bambi’s ass where she was bent moving a prop on stage. “Kid, they’re here for something more subtle.”
I raised a brow and took my top hat from the stool beside me and placed it on my head.
“You,” Dawn said, slapping me on the back. She walked out from behind the curtain and the crowd cheered.
Stool in hand, I went center stage. My heart began to race and my stomach to turn.Bambi gave me a thumbs up from the wings.
“Welcome to Skirts!” Dawn shouted into the microphone, standing a bit too close so a high pitched wine from the sound system punctuated her introduction. The club had been re-named "Skirts" with the introduction of our act.
The rule was you weren’t allowed entrance unless you wore a skirt. Panties were optional.
***
Bambi had vanished off the stage during the last bit and I wouldn’t see her again until tomorrow night. She wasn’t big on the groupie aspect of our job and preferred to be at home with Carla.
The only place I touched Bambi now was on stage. My body was humming from our performance.
There were a dozen girls at my dressing room door and I could hear the low timbre of Dawn’s voice asking them to leave. I wasn’t in the mood for company.
The act had my insides wet, but I wasn’t feeling friendly. I glared at the photo of Bambi taped below the row of lights on the mirror.
I twisted my nipple ring between my fingers, pings of desire shooting to my pussy. Was Bambi in Carla’s arms, beneath Carla’s lips? I slipped my hand beneath my boxer briefs and took hold of my rubber dick.
Eight inches of impotence. I let go and cursed.
With a shake of my head, I closed my eyes and leaned back in the chair.
I had to focus on the success in my life. The show.
“What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas,” was an anthem that kept the women walking through our doors. Women walked the streets wearing clothes they saved for the bedroom back home, but looked in place under the brightly colored lights. They thought nothing of coming on stage for anonymous erotic encounters.
Tonight our lucky audience participant had been Red.
I assume she was called that because of her brightly colored hair. Not a natural red, but a cherry red with black roots. Her tongue was pierced and she had been dressed in a black knee length skirt trimmed with a ruffle. When she’d lifted the hem of her skirt to reveal her bare pussy and pierced labia my entire body had blushed.
The door opened behind me. “Dawn, I’m beginning to think this little show of ours may actually work.” She was a good listener, having worked as a bartender for a lot of her life. Dawn saved her tips until she could purchase something of her own. “How did we do?”
“How’d you do that?”
My eyes flew open. It was Red.
“How did you get in here?” I sat up and reached for my robe.
“You get a girl all worked up and the show’s over?”
“Dawn!” I stood and wrapped the fabric around myself. Red placed a hand against my chest and pushed me back onto my wingback chair.
“Was paid well to give us some alone time.”
I shook my head with a smile and cursed under my breath. Dawn was a piece of work. My blood began to race as Red’s black painted nails undid the buttons at her neck.
“Why so upset, Teddy?” She asked parting the fabric to reveal her full lace covered breasts. “That cock you’re packin’ just for show?”
The weight of the dildo was heavy on my leg. “Listen little girl--”
“You call these little?” Red said. She unhooked her bra and held her breasts in her hands.
“The show is over--”
“Encore, big boy,” Red said crawling between my spread legs. She placed her palms on the wings of my chair and dangled her breasts over my face. Nipples the same color as her ivory skin were drawn tight, her skin flushed up to her neck.
I wet my lips. “You wanna play?”
“Please.”
I reached up and took a handful of her hair and pushed Red to her knees.
“Still game?”
Red nodded, but her dark eyes were wide and unsure.
“Take me out,” I said.
I yanked Red’s hair.
She took the elastic waistband and tugged it down my hips. Her small fingers looked obscenely pale against the dark rubber as she lifted it in her hand.
“Blow me.”
Red’s eyes didn’t leave mine as she bent forward and directed my dick between her lips. Her tongue swept around the bulbous head, before her mouth stretched over the end of the my cock and swallowed.
My pussy tightened as I watched her suck. Red was deep throating me. No gagging just swallowing inch after inch. She got my rubber pecker good and wet; ready for her hole. Her hair was soft, wrapping round my fingers. The silky strands slid beneath my hand as her head moved.
Friction against my palm.
I tweaked my nipple.
Frition between my legs.
Saliva lubed my cock.
Bambi stared down at me from the mirror.
I pulled myself out of Red’s mouth and drug her to her feet.
Talc and feathers flew as I bent her over the make-up table.
I lifted her skirt and ran my fingers along her ass crack until I found her hot fuck hole. Wet silk bathed my palm.
With a gentle nudge I aimed my prize and felt my dick catch hold. I held her hip in my other hand and pressed forward. Red pushed back against me, her hands flat on the mirror. I could see her teeth sink into her lower lip.
Her nostrils flared.
Tongue wet lips.
Eyes held.
Pussy hairs kissed.
“Still wanna play?” I whispered, leaning over her back, breasts to shoulder blades. I licked her ear. “I’m not playing nice.”
Red trembled beneath me and our eyes met in the mirror.
“Fuck me,” she said, tears trembled on her lashes.
I did as she asked.
I pounded her cunt, the sound of my thighs on her ass loud in the room. She had a hand beneath her and in the sliver of mirror between her and the table I could see her fingers work.
Red circled her clit, again and again.
I smacked her hole with my dick. My hair fell in front of my eyes and I tossed my head.
My eyes on the picture.
Dick punishing.
Thighs shaking.
When Red came she cried out and I brought her back to me with an arm around her waist. My fingers joined hers as the waves shook her body. I pulled my dick free and she slid down my legs until she was kneeling on the floor.
“Unstrap me.”
With trembling fingers, Red reached for my hip. She slipped the strap free of the buckle and slid the harness down my legs.
I extended my hands and ran my fingers through her hair, pushing the strands behind her ears. Red’s eyes were wide, and as I brought her head toward me her lids shut, lashes fluttering against her cheeks. Her hands slid lightly up the back of my thighs and took hold of my ass.
Soft lips embraced my clit and I pressed her face into me with both hands. Slurping sounds accompanied my groan, and I tensed, holding her against my throbbing crotch as the orgasm tore through me.
Red pulled back, gasping. Her black mascara running and face sticky.
***
“I thought you were going to stop with the groupies?” Bambi said the next evening. She had one foot up on the ratty arm of the sofa in the corner and her robe had fallen open to reveal and a red thigh-high stocking.
“Dawn let her in.” I said. My eyes followed her fingers were she was smoothing her stocking.
“Oh, so you had to fuck her?”
“Why do you care, Bee? It’s my dick.”
“That I gave you.” A Valentine’s gift, funny enough.
“You also gave me a hard-on.”
“Teddy, really!” Bambi rolled her eyes.
“Seriously, Bee.”
Bambi met my eyes then looked away.
“And if you aren’t going to take care of that, then I am going to put my dick in another hole.”
“Do you have to be so crude?”
“Do you have to be so unfeeling?
“That’s not fair.”
“Fair? Is it fair that I watch you go home to Carla night after night when I ache for you?”
She met my eyes.
“This isn’t going to work,” I said again. Same argument, different day. How could we possibly work in a sex show together when I still loved Bambi and she loved someone else? When every movement, every expression on her face was an act, when mine were how I lived? How I breathed?
I shook a cigarette from the pack and leaned my back against the make-up table. I had to get over her.
There was a knock on the door. “Ten minutes guys,” Dawn said from the other side.
***
By the time I made it back stage I just wanted to fuck then sleep. The tension with Bambi had been nearly tangible this evening. Every illusion a trial.
The girl beneath my arm was Tammi, an accountant from Michigan. I shut the dressing room door behind us and pushed her back into the wall. She was soft and round, smelling of a fruity perfume and cigarette smoke. I kissed her neck and reached under her skirt and pushed aside her panty.
“I want it back.”
At the sound of Bambi’s voice I froze, fingers in Tammi’s pussy.
I looked over my shoulder; Bambi was leaning against the make-up table, arms crossed over her chest.
Tami smoothed down her skirt as I pulled my hand free. With a nervous giggle, she reached for the doorknob and let herself out.
“I thought you’d gone home to Carla,” I said, reaching into my tux jacket for my cigarettes.
“Take it off, Teddy!”
I stepped out of my boxers and kicked them aside.
“You want it, come and get it.”
Bambi came forward and stopped inches from me, her eyes locked with mine and her hand went to my hip.
“You’re an ass,” she hissed, just before she kissed me.
My lips were on fire as she nipped and bit her way around my mouth. I pushed her toward the couch in the corner and she fell back against the musty sofa.
Before she could change her mind I positioned my hips and sank into her ripe cunt and fucked her. Bambi’s long legs wrapped around me, and pulled me closer.
She begged.
“Faster!
Fill me!”
I knelt and pulled her leg over my arm lifting her ass.
“Harder!
Fuck me!”
I took hold of her waist and forced her pussy onto my cock over and over.
“My big dick!
My pussy vibrated with each motion.
“I love you!”
Our eyes met and I fell into them.
***
Bambi’s heart was beneath my ear. Familiar.
“You can’t tell Carla.”
The sweat had yet to dry on our skin.
“I don’t want to hurt her.”
I hadn’t even caught my breath. I lifted myself onto my hands and looked into Bambi’s face. The soft smile, the warm eyes.
She brought a hand up and ran a finger along my mustache to the corner of my lip.
“You are such a pretty man.”
Bambi’s other hand found my cock. “This is mine.”
***
The bar was empty. The crowd had gone, and Bambi home to Carla.
“One more, Dawn.”
She set another shot in front of me. “Last one.”
It was three in the morning and I was beyond tired. I was just a dick to Bambi; a cock to fill a hole. With other women that was fine, it was all I wanted. But with Bambi?
I raised my glass in salute, and then tossed the tequila back. It burned all the way down.
“What’s this about?” Dawn asked, drying a glass then setting it on the bar. “You aren’t a big drinker.
“Love.”
“Bambi.” Dawn picked up another glass.
I nodded and wondered how I was going to get her out of my system.
I squinted at Dawn through my cigarette smoke, watching the purple and red tattoo on her bicep dance as she worked. It was a bird of some kind.
“A phoenix,” she said when I asked, meeting my eyes. “The rebirth of hope.”
***
The chairs and tables were stacked on the stage. Dawn and I knelt on the floor, our gloved hands with a firm hold on the shag carpet against the wall and pulled. It came up with a snap of staples and a wave of dust.
“Again!” Dawn said, and we pulled.
The perimeter of the room was now done. I sat back on my calves and pulled down the white dust mask around my neck. On the opposite side of the room, carpet was being cut and rolled by the workers that had been hired for the two day project.
Dawn stood; her hair covered with a red bandana, and offered me a hand.
“This is going quickly.” I would never have called myself handy, but the past few months I had learned a lot from Dawn. We had spent the two days mid-week working on improvement projects for the club and after this week the look would be complete.
“How’s it going with Alejandra?”
“Shes a quick learner,” I said, and would be the star of my new act. I grabbed the water bottle Dawn offered me and took a swig. “I’m not so sure how I am going to tell Bambi.”
Dawn threw her arm around my shoulder and pulled me against her side. “I have something to help you with that,” she whispered in my ear, leading me through the door the led backstage. I pulled off my gloves as we went, stuffing them in the back pocket of my Levis.
“Dawn, I don’t need—“
“You do,” she said leading me into her office and shutting the door. The desk was cluttered with papers, on which sat a narrow black box. Dawn took the box and tossed it to me. “Open it.” She leaned back against the edge of her desk and crossed her arms over he chest, biceps bulging.
I took the lid from the box and lifted the white tissue paper. I nearly dropped the box.
My eyes shot to Dawn’s face. She was smiling ear to ear.
Glossy red rubber lay on top the tissue, ten inches of silicone, filling the box from end to end.
“Try it on,” Dawn said.
“Dawn I...”
Dawn took the cock from the box and her hands went to my button fly.
My breath caught.
Eyes on mine Dawn undid the buttons one by one.
I love it....more, more!
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