by Ema Bancroft
Elijah chuckled. "You're totally jealous."
"No, I'm not."
He scanned the hallway, throwing me into the shadows. "You are totally," he said, pressing me against the wall as he whispered in my ear,"I think it's hot.
My mouth's watered. "Well, maybe just a little bit..."
He leaned back, a huge smile on his face. "I knew it!"
"Shut up,"I grunted, pushing him.
"No, no... come here,"he said, wrapping his arms around my waist and moving behind a landscape. "I won't do it again if you don't like it,"he promised me, his fingers floating through my spine before resting in the bend of my butt.
"Really?"
"Seriously."
He squeezed me a little bit, his tongue running around the bend of my ear.
"Well,"I said with a breath. "I mean, you don't have to be bad or anything. You have to be nice to your fans."
"Mmm hmmm..." he replied, cutting out my lobe and making my skin warm everywhere. " I'll be nice"?
"I'm not a total bitch..." I went on, even though it was hard to keep up your part of the conversation when E. C. Lynch was rubbing your ass and biting your ear.
"No,"he agreed.
He began to follow wet kisses on my neck to the neck of my shirt, and I put my head against the wall. I didn't fuck him this time.
And this time I didn't want it to stop.
"And..." What was he talking about? "And... I don't care if you call them sweetheart... or even sweetheart,"I said, as he tucked himself into my shirt, somehow managing to open the top button with his teeth."
Holy shit!
"Okay,"he muttered, his breath pounded in my chest. "Sweetness and honey are fine."
"But not baby."
His eyes approached mine as I slowly wet his tongue under my Hartmann bandage, gently rubbing it back and forth against my tight breasts. My breath got stuck and I felt my nipples hardening, even under the elastic that held them. He leaned back, licking his lips. "No baby? " He repeated.
I shook my head, unable to speak under his piercing gaze.
"Okay,"he kept moving his tongue against my skin again. "The baby's for you."
"Elias..." He was lost in sensations, all out of the two of us in the dark forgotten hallway.
"Yeah, baby? " He was still looking at me, he was still bothering me with his tongue. And maybe it was pathetic and feminine, but hearing him call me "baby" almost made me melt in a burning pile of crap.
Okay, so there was none of that.
With a groan, I grabbed him by the hair, pulling him so that he would take his mouth in a demanding and needy kiss. He snarled against my lips, stepped forward to mold himself into my body, grinding his hips against mine as one hand slid off my ass to hook my leg around his waist. He stepped forward a bit, slipped his thigh between mine, my back slid against the wall while I was manipulating my rubber penis expertly.
"Oh, God. " A sensation blow pierced me, centered on his very talented knee.
"Daisy..." His eyes were moving frantically. "He kissed me again, sucking my tongue and making me beat everywhere. "Right. Fucking. Now,"he growled."
Without even realizing it, I was already pulling his belt and dragging his zipper. I put my hand in his pants, rubbing it on his underwear.
"Fuck! "His head fell off, veins on his neck bulging as he clenched his jaw. "We have to get out of here..." He didn't move, however, apart from grabbing my mouth again and pushing against my hand.
My hips waved against his thigh as I felt my climax approaching... wet by feathering my skin with heat, sparkling electrical tension and erotic anticipation...
Elijah�s scent enveloped me. His groaning penetrated into my dazed fog, and I squeezed a little harder as his erection swelled against my palm.
Then, just as I felt myself climbing that delicious peak... just when I could almost reach it and touch it... It's the rain that men burst into Elijah's jacket pocket?
"Shit! " he snarled, his hips still shaking reflexively against my touch. "That's Roland. I have to take this."
I felt bad, still stunned... tingling and throbbing and throbbing and a little crazy.
Elias answered his phone. "Yes," he grunted with an apologetic look in my own way. He moved a little and I whimpered, my hand squeezing his cock. Elijah groaned and gently tore off his fingers. However, his eyes never came out of my face, and an evil smile flipped his lips as he moved his thigh slowly.
I gasped.
The smile grew.
"Yes, I found Tim,"he said, his hand around my wrist as he rubbed me mockingly, his eyes ringing as he licked his lips. He lifted my hand to press it against my tied chest, our fingers intertwined as I rubbed my palm against my hardened nipple.
"No, it's okay,"he said, using his finger to pinch my nipple against my thumb. A heat stroke went through me, making me shiver. And as he continued with the smooth movement of his thigh as I rode, unable to control the undulations of my hips... needing the warm friction that provided me...
I was lost. I couldn't resist it. I was so close... staggering on the edge... and with one more rock... One more grind... I give up?
Somehow, I clung to my shattered consciousness long enough to bite my lip and hold back my moaning while orgasm claimed me. I was vaguely aware that Elijah was still talking on the phone as he slowly floated back to my body.
"Yes,"he said, his hot eyes on my face. "We'll be right there. " He hung up the phone and put the back of my neck, pulling me forward and gave me a burning kiss.
"That was so fucking hot,"he muttered against my lips. "And baby, that's all just for you."
I grabbed hold of his shirt, complaining about his words.
"Shit, we gotta go,"he finally said.
"The others are waiting, and we have to get to the show. " He kissed me once more, with strength.
"But we'll finish this later."
Oh, God help me.
E. C.
Daisy took a deep breath, and by the time we got into the limo, even I couldn't say that I had just fallen on her rubber dick.
Again.
I could have been a little proud of that fact.
I knew it was risky, but when I saw that dazed look on her face, I couldn't leave her hanging. Roland was screaming in my ear, but all I could think about was Daisy... desiring... hot... sore..... and I wanted to see her glazed eyes on... her lips part... her blushing skin as she fell over that rim...
Oh, yeah.
But there was more to it than that.
Sure, I thought it was cute how jealous I was of that shit with the fan behind the stage, but I also wanted her to know that she wasn't just another girl for me.
Nobody else put a fucking candle in it.
That even if I could flirt, smile or whatever with the fans, it wasn't real. The part of me she had in her hands? That was real. It wasn't even just a part of me.
It was all mine.
I knew it wouldn't be easy to be with me, especially given our situation. I mean, I had this fucked-up reputation, not to mention all the girls who were banging me all the time.
I chuckled. Looks like Daisy had that problem too now.
And it was not as if she could publicly reclaim me - or I her, in that case - while we were trying to keep this madness going.
But I wanted to... reclaim, that's what it is. He wanted my E. C. about DaisyLand.
Or maybe something that didn't sound so stupid.
But as the shit from the flags couldn't happen, I knew that all I could do was make sure she knew it was special... important... and that she was the only one I wanted to be with.
Who knew I was such a committed guy?
"Dude, are you even listening to me? " I jumped a little bit, realizing that Raul was talking to me. He sat in front of me in the limo, with his arm on Mabel's shoulders.
"Sorry,"I muttered, rubbing my eyes.
"I was thinking about... shit"?
Raul looked at me with suspicion. "Yes. I got it,"he said. "I was
asking if you did."
"Do what?"
He turned his eyes. "He shaved his legs, man. Haven't you heard anything we've been talking about? "I realized they all looked at me like I was crazy. Except Daisy, who wouldn't look me in the eye... and Roland, who tried not to laugh.
"Yes, I did,"I admitted.
"Friend,"Ethan said, confronted. Terri palpitated comfortably in his hand.
"What? " I said I didn't want to sound defensive. "I have very nice legs, but I don't wear a miniskirt like a gorilla."
"I told you so,"said Raul with a smile.
Ethan folded his arms across his chest. "I don't care. I'm not going to do it.
"Whatever,"I muttered. "I hope you've had your armpits done."
"Did you do your job? " Ethan had his eyes wide open.
"Smooth as a baby's ass,"I replied with a smile.
"Damn it. " He shook his head, scanning the group. "Did you make all your holes?"
Everyone shrugged.
"You too, Tim?"
Daisy blushed and nodded. Turns out I knew she always made her wells.
Oh, thank God.
"Come on, Ethan,"Roland said with a wink. "You don't want to disgust the audience, do you?"
"It's not that gross,"he muttered.
Raul touched his arm with the back of his hand. "And you know you have to make your balls too, don't you?"
Daisy drowned, covering him with a sip of a bottle of water.
"No way,"Ethan said, crossing his legs nervously.
"Friend,"Roland said with a twist of the eyes. "You don't really want to tie your hair down there, do you?"
Ethan considered it for a moment. "Shit,"he muttered. His head fell on the seat.
"It's for a good cause,"Raul said.
Terri rubbed his thigh gently, bowing to whisper in his ear:"I think it will be sexy.
Ethan swallowed hard, but his eyes looked intently.
Yeah. Done and done?
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There are four beers, two white wines and a Belvedere Cosmo with fresh lemon juice and a little O. J. "The shirtless and greased waiter put the pink drink carefully in front of Ethan with a smile. You sure you can handle that, honey?
I sipped, but Ethan ignored it, taking a sip of the drink. "Perfect,"he said with a slight groan. The waiter patted him on the shoulder before turning around to get away.
We all stared at him as he took out the garnish and chewed the maraschino cherry. "What? " he asked. "He's sweet. It's cold. It's delicious. Go fuck yourselves."
"Since when do you drink Cosmos? " Raul asked.
Ethan shrugged. "When in Rome..."
I didn't know anything about Rome, but we were in a different world. The Queen of Hearts was a studio in strobe lights, squeaky makeup, glitter and sequins, with so many fake tits and cocks tucked in that I couldn't tell who was what.
But the drag show was a hit. The place was packed, and the street outside had been closed for a block party to rival the festival of pride. They had giant screens placed in front of the club and across the street in the park so everyone could see the show. And Cecil had even managed to get some kind of special license to set up a bar outside and sell drinks.
All for the cause, of course.
I had to admit it was amazing.
We had a break at intermission and moved to a big table in the middle of the club to have a drink and mix with the fans. At Moxie's insistence, we had stayed in disguise: Roland, Raul and I in our single ladies in black leotards and heels, and Ethan in the golden sequin mini-dress he wore as Tina Turner. Despite his protests about shaving, I finally thought he liked it. He kept catching him by rubbing his hands on his legs.
But that's not why I harassed him. I couldn't really blame him. The smooth legs felt great.
Eddie was the only one in the group who dressed like a guy. Who knew that red leather pants and a tight black shirt emblazoned with Don't Fear the Queer could be considered the height of masculinity?
I guess it's all relative.
Daisy was backstage because her duo with Moxie kicked off the next set. She hadn't told me anything yet, but I realized she was nervous.
I didn't understand that, to be honest.
I mean, this should have been an old hat for her, right?
Anyway, we felt pretty relaxed, taking pictures and signing autographs. There were a couple of security agents circling around so they wouldn't kill us, but we had a good system installed, so almost everyone had some time with us. Mabel and Terri bounced back and forth between the table and a dance floor in the back of the club. At the time they were grinding with a couple of guys in blond wigs a mile tall and shiny hot pants.
"I don't know how they do it,"complained Raul, writhing in his seat. "These stockings are going up my ass."
"That's not all that gets up your ass,"Roland joked.
"Friend,"he said darkly. "No penis jokes. I'm already afraid to peel that tape.
We all shuddered, imagining it.
"Shoes are what's killing me,"I added. "I can't wait to get back into my Nikes."
Ethan slipped a finger under his wig to scratch his scalp. "I can't wait to get all this makeup off."
"And slip into a nice jacuzzi,"Raul added.
We all whispered in agreement. Then, as if we all realized at the same time that we looked like a bunch of fucking women, we straightened out in our seats, cleared our throats and had a big shot of beer.
and Cosmo.
The lights went out twice as much as the M. C. approached the microphone in the middle of the stage. Cats and whistles filled the air and he held up one hand with white gloves to hit his red beehive hairstyle before smoothing his strapless pink dress.
Red and pink... wasn't it a shock?
Yeah. I really needed to get out of panty hose.
"Thank you, ladies,"Mr. M. C. he said with a smile. "I'm happy to present our next act. Please welcome Moxie Galore to the stage and make her debut at Queen of Hearts, Truly Luscious!"?
We all laughed at Daisy's name. Moxie had given us each of us. I was Marsha Mellow. Ethan was Kitty Kaboodle. However, my laughter drifted as the curtain opened, revealing two curved shapes in silhouette, from back to back...
Shit. There they were. In all its glory.
Daisy's tits.
Or at least the silhouette of Daisy's boobs, all rounded and pushed and not taped together.
I reached for my beer, hypnotized myself and swallowed a big drink, my eyes still fixed on those incredible curves.
Although it was hard to get through the false eyelashes. They were so heavy, and they'd dive like a pair of spiders hanging from my eyelids. I opened my eyes slightly so that I could see well through the spider veil.
The music began to sound and Moxie turned around, sliding across the stage in the spotlight. She wore a black vinyl catsuit and a straight black wig hanging from her ass. Turning her shiny hair over her shoulder, she began to sing.
I'm going out tonight.
I'm feeling all right.
I'm gonna let it all pass the time.
Shania Twain. Good choice. I started hitting my finger on the table... the heel of my stylus underneath it?
Moxie did a little twist, kicking one of her five-inch heels behind her.
You want to make some noise?
Raise your voices.
Yes, I want to scream and shout
Then Daisy turned and went into the lights and three things happened.
My mouth opened up.
My heart stopped.
And my dick got so fucking hard, I thought I was gonna cut through the table. Which would have been a trick from the moment it got stuck between my damn buttocks.
It's not very comfortable. I leaned aside, trying to relieve the pressure.
Daisy wore a black leather corset, her incredible tits protruding over the top in a tempting fashion. The matching skirt was short... so fucking short... and revealed miles and miles of creamy white legs with a pair of bright red heels
. Her wig matched Moxie's, but she was trapped in a tall ponytail, revealing her sharp cheekbones and a pair of hoop earrings?
She smiled, her lips red and shiny as her tongue slid between her teeth briefly. Her hips swayed as she approached, and I wondered how she could disguise the fact that she loved her.
Then.
Fucked up.
Bad
Then she started singing, and it got worse.
No inhibitions
Do not make conditions
You're a little out of line.
I knew she had a great voice, but somehow she seemed different. Attractive... deep, dark, mysterious... so incredibly sexy?
I'm not going to act
P olitically correct
I just want to have fun.
Moxie joined the harmony, and the crowd burst into applause, singing.
The best thing about being a woman
Is it your prerogative to have a little fun
They walked to the front edge of the stage, waving their hands and shaking their hips, causing the crowd to snap.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, totally freak out.
Forget I'm a lady.
Men's shirts, short skirts
Oh, oh, oh, oh, really freaks out.
Yeah, doing it in style.
Getting down on the floor, they moved through the audience, fingers running over their breasts, shoulders... kissing their cheeks. They went to our table, singing all the way to the city and loosening their hair, I couldn't be sure because the words came all over me while I was submerged in Daisy.
He was like a crazy, obsessed fan.
I was wondering absently if you'd give me an autograph on the tit.
The crowd loved it. They clapped and sang, dancing with the girls as they walked to our table. Moxie gleamed her tits on Ethan's face and her ass on Eddie's, and Daisy - God help me - closed her eyes on mine. Without looking the other way, she ran her fingers through Raul's hair - well, at least her wig - before she turned around and sat on my lap.
Holy.
Fuck.
She arched her back, one arm behind my neck, her fingers slipping under the edge of my wig as I held the microphone in the other. She moved her hips slightly, a smile on her face, and I knew she knew exactly what she was doing.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, take action.