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The Show Girl Prologue
🕑 Added 2024-06-15 07:09:07 +0000 UTCHey Guys,
I really know I should not put more and more work onto my plate. But this Idea hit me, and I loved the idea of making an Entire Book into a sex Scene. Yes, this is kind of a spoiler, but I think it will be amazing regardless!
I would love to hear your thoughts on this potential story! Feedback is 100% wanted!
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Prologue:
The bass of the music thumped in the background inside the stadium. I gulped as I heard its beat, knowing that in a few minutes, it would be time for my show. It wasn't the first time I had done this, but I loved the performance each time I went in. I was told that the setup this time was going to be particularly harsh, for the theme for the night was Sadist Night. People here were looking for me to get hurt.
Sure, it would be nothing permanent; otherwise, I would never have done it.
That did not mean it would not hurt.
I loved the thought of the pain and the pleasure, and the crowd anticipated what was going to happen to me that night. I could only anticipate with them as I specifically requested not to know as this was a show that showed my genuine reaction, and the Coordinator was a business partner and sadist. She was a lover, and I could only anticipate what that sadistic Programmer came up with.
This was my Club.
I was the owner and the main entertainment. In this dark world with people suppressed by the Corporations, this was a place that brought in the credits. Even the Corpos would come to watch my shows, and my shows were becoming increasingly popular. The crowds were getting larger, and the drinks I sold were more expensive.
Right now, everyone was luxuriating in each other's bodies as they danced on the dance floor and lost themselves to drugs and Alcohol that were available for sale at a nice markup. This was all secondary for the reason that I did this.
It was a fetish of mine, and I loved it, but that never changed the moments just before a show. I was the only one willing to put on the show, and so it was only after I recovered that I put on my next show. I would sit here nervous before dressing up. Each time, every time, I could only sit in my own thoughts before the show, wondering if I was crazy or not or if I left something on the stage last time.
Still, I would get up on the stage next time with the same jitters that kept me sitting on my couch. All of them would wait to hear me scream my soul out in my performance. No one was going anywhere; they all knew I had come out when I finally had the courage to do what I was about to do. I was scheduled in the next couple of songs, but I could wait till tomorrow if I damn well chose. They would just come then.
Instead of doing that, though, I let the excitement overcome the nerves inside my stomach, and I finally got out of the comfortable chair and looked at myself in the floor-to-roof mirror in the room. I looked at myself in the black tank top and blue jeans I showed up in. I reached down, and my heart thumped in my chest as I grabbed the bottom of my tank top and, pulled it over my head and tossed the old comfortable tank top to the side and saw my large Double D cup breasts covered in a generic black bra that I found comfortable. It was nothing to show off to even a long-time lover. Not that I had one.
My business partner was the closest thing to a lover that I had, and she was planning to be just as savage to me, if not worse, this time. I took a deep breath, unhooked the old bra, and let it fall to the floor. I looked at my well-developed breasts, and I held them up, and I blushed as they felt full of milk. My nipples were even dripping a bit, and I blushed at myself in the mirror as this was no enhancement. I had so many hormones in my body from being Intersex that my breasts just produced milk when I turned sixteen.
Now, at the age of Thirty-two, I still had to milk myself regularly, but I didn’t. I reached down and unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down with my panties. My lower body was in the mirror, and I looked myself over fully naked with nothing but the socks on my feet, which I would scrap soon.
Before me in the Mirror, I had blood-red hair that I had inherited from my father. My pupils were a deep purple that people would get themselves lost in when looking into them. My face was soft and round, making me look innocent despite my depravity. I was five foot and five inches, making me a woman who did not stand out in a crowd, and I gulped and looked at the leaking Double D breasts on my chest even as the next song that I should be walking out to now. I felt my mouth drying in a bundle of nerves, and I heard an uproar of laughter at my inability to show up on time. I looked down at the six-pack of muscles I had. I needed them for what I was about to do, and the ten-inch cock was half erect from the anticipation of what was about to come.
My pussy was gushing just under the heavy full balls. My cock was four inches flaccid and ten when standing strong, and eleven if I was extremely turned on. I had no doubt once everything started, I would reach that eleventh inch. Still, looking at my body, I knew what I was, and the anticipation for what was to come turned me on even more.
Moving to grab the outfit that was chosen for the show tonight, I grabbed a white and black spotted Gartner belt and long white and black spotted thigh-high stockings. The tough nylon was see-through, showing off my sexy, smooth legs, which I had shaved years ago to stop needing to shave. There was not an ounce of body hair on my body except my head. It was too dangerous for it to be anywhere else. My hair was down to my lower back.
I took a breath and put on the garter belt and then the stockings, clipping the two clips on each to ensure they never left their spot. My cock and pussy were being left out in the open today, I noted. I reached out, and I found a mockery of a bra for my massive full breasts. They were white with black spots on them where you could see, and I discovered the theme of my outfit quickly and gulped, knowing it was going to be hard on my breasts tonight. The bra only provided support for the under breast and kept the shape of my boobs while the show went on.
Putting them on, I could feel them structuring my breasts, making them a bit more comfortable for now. Their pattern was still white with black spots, and I grabbed the see-through nylon gloves that matched everything else. I slipped up both my arms. They were White and black spotted, with the tops that were a couple of inches down from my shoulder tighter to ensure they stayed in place. It fit perfectly with my business partner, who knew my sizes better than anything else in this world.
I took a deep breath and reached out for the last thing that I was supposed to put on. The technology for clothing had gone beyond amazing, and the stupid little horns and cow ears would look real and cover up my real ears. As I put the headband on, I could see myself in the mirror, and the person who looked back was embarrassing.
I was dressed up like a slutty cowgirl with everything made to look like a cowgirl ready to get milked, and my face was crimson. I looked like a stupid cow bitch ready to be destroyed. I took a deep breath, and my cock was hard, and I looked at my cute face, and the design of the outfit destroyed any cuteness. I could only take a deep breath and stop looking at myself in the mirror as I stepped toward the dressing room door. I took a deep breath once more, unlocked the door, and stepped out into the empty hallway.
That was a deception. The moment I stepped out, the club's music turned down slowly, and the cheers began. I could hear the laughter and the cheers along with the jeers and people shouting humiliating lines that were drowned by the rest of the crowd. The anticipation for the show was reaching a new peak as I walked down the hallway with thoughts of not doing this with each step, and still, I walked forward with my cock getting harder and my pussy getting wetter as I walked to the stage.
With a couple more steps, I would be out on stage performing the show, and I felt the familiar hesitation.
“Put your hands up for the star of all our shows! General Futanari! She has recovered and is here for another show! I have an EXTRA sadistic show for you all tonight on Sadist Night! Remember that your contributions allow us to make even more elaborate shows!”
The clapping was continuous, and I stepped out onto the stage. The platform was void for all by myself, and the screens began to appear around the venue as I walked out. Everyone could see every single angle. Trained artificial intelligence controlled the cameras to watch every inch of my body and the laughter of everyone seeing me dressed as a cow. As I came up on stage, I flushed with anticipation as I stood before a crowd of people watching me.
There was not one gaze that wasn't fixed on me, and my naked bared before them at every single angle. I could only dry swallow, and just as I stood in the same spot each and every time, naked by a little lip on the stage, I stood there with my arms out, and my legs spread shoulder width apart.
“Can't wait to hear you scream, General Futanari!” Somebody suddenly screamed, filled with cheers, just as two machines came out of the stage floor and two came down from the roof. They quickly grabbed my arms, and a human couldn't escape their grip. For better or worse, there was no escaping now. I was about to be screwed in a way no sane should ever do in front of a crowd of sadists and masochists living vicariously through me, and I shivered as the lights dimmed for the crowd and the cheers started to go quiet.
“As per normal, General Futnari has no idea what she has signed up for. So tonight, in celebration of our anniversary, We are doing a FIVE SONG SPECIAL!”
My mouth opened in surprise as we normally did only two or three songs, and as I opened my mouth to protest, an arm came down and suddenly pressed down on my head for a brief moment before another arm shoved a gag into my mouth and strapped it into place. I shivered as I was robbed of the ability to speak or make a noise.
“Now for the first song~!” My friend, the announcer shouted, and the start of the music and the show was about to begin.
Comments
Shamim
I really don't no what to think of this but it's too early to judge. I will give it more time and see what happens. But I be honest I felt nothing but like I said it's too early to judge.
