| Straight: Exotic Erotic: Opening Night (1/2) |
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Sitting there, watching her strut around the stage as if she owned it, I was transported to a world of glitter, sex, magic. She was walking seductively around the stage area, every eye in the room fixed on her, ignoring completely the imperious tones of the magician, her boss. She had the reddest, most scarlet hair I had ever seen, curled back into a 1940s style. It was adorned with a sparkly black feather headdress. She threw smiles and kisses to the audience, her voluptuous hips swaying as she stepped around the various apparatus and props of the magician’s show. He let off a stream of fiery poppers, eliciting only the slightest collective gasp from the audience, as most of them were concentrating on her. Finally, he called her to order, to sit in a chair and be his experimental subject. By controlling her movement, he became the focus of the audience as well. I didn’t want to watch him make her disappear, so I slipped into my own little world of fantasy instead. I imagined I was the magician, that as I slipped the rope down her body to her waist, I would caress those perfectly rounded breasts, encased in red sequinned tassels. I would stroke down her luminously pale skin, following her curves to her tiny waist. Lastly, I would toy, ever so briefly, with the red strings on her black thong. A stirring round of applause woke me from the revelry in my imagination. I started, I was hot and breathing rather deeply, but luckily no-one else had noticed, too engrossed were they in the success of the magician’s trick. It was his finale piece, he bowed, and she struck some pin-up poses, her curves once again the focus of every eye. With a last, knowing smile, she spun on one red heel and shimmied off the stage. The magician trailed after her, illustrious, but overshadowed by his assistant. As the audience stood and started to filter out of the old theatre’s doors, I remained sitting in my seat, waiting for the crowds to disperse. I could practically feel her smooth skin under my hands, feel her responses to the pleasures that I longed to lavish down on her. Finally, the theatre was empty, the lights dim. A few nervous looking young ushers tried to persuade me to move, and finally, I stood and to their relief, left. I took the winding staircase, but instead of leaving it, and the building at the audience level, I followed it down further, towards the cast’s rooms. I wandered past a pile of props and instantly thought of her lying back along that desk, hands tied above her head, moaning in anticipation as I stroked her thighs. A huge chair loomed up from the side of the corridor, and I saw her on her knees before it, sequinned breasts bouncing as she bobbed her head, sucking and lapping at the place between my legs as I sat in the chair, watching her scarlet head. All these combined fantasies were making me positively dizzy with lust. I searched for her room, finding the door finally. It had a red star on the side, ‘Miss Cherry Delicious’ was written over the star in sweeping black calligraphy. I smiled and knocked, pushing the door open instead of waiting for a response. I moved into the room, past the rack of stage costumes, bright in their sequins and feathers. A mirror, surrounded in proper Hollywood style with large, |
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