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.
“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)