Chapter 3: Erotic Vegas Ballet at MOTHER'S OTHER PLACE
Note: Chapters 1 and 2 introduced new Domme Goddess Nyx, her sub Sweet Cheeks, and their Las Vegas adventure at Mother's Other Place.
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More electric energy bounced and built up as they waited for the show to start at Mother's Other Place, one of THE Femdom clubs in the country. So far, it had been a blow away evening. A funny, funky striptease by Goddess Nyx's submissive Sweet Cheeks had the crowd howling.
The Long Dong Contest had indisputably endowed contestants offered by their Mistresses, and the winner was WOW! Clever twist to assuage the Ladies who'd lost money betting on some of the boys -- using them to demonstrate the latest items from the Toys and Tools Collection.
And now, they waited for the evening's highlight to begin.
If anyone had inside information about what it was going to be, they weren't telling. Usually, Club Members shared their own talents, as well as that of their subs and slaves, for the show. Some special, unannounced celebrity must be joining them tonight. But who? The buzz got louder, along with the clinking of champagne glasses around the room.
Sensual jazz, with a Miles Davis "Sketches of Spain" flavor, began to paint the room. The Ladies quieted as lights filled in the outlines created by the music, apparitions suddenly taking form. Obscure almost-images of the earlier evening ripened into shadows on stage.
Three pairs were gradually revealed by the changing shades and hues of the lights. Living sculptures intertwined, now unlacing and rejoining. Nude bodies gloriously celebrated the human form, undulating and embracing, as the elusive structure of colors created an exquisite design.
Each existed in its own universe on stage. Legs and arms wrapped around each other, skin touching skin, the male behind the female, melding his body to hers. Moving as if notes of the music, rising and falling, holding the full beat, he was her shadow connected. Each couple had its own rhythm, yet they all found the same melody.
A loud murmur and a burst of applause shot through the room as the Ladies recognized the world-famous Prima Ballerina. Her partner was a gorgeous male wearing only a black hood, exposing his eyes, nose and mouth. His tall, well-built body glistened, drawing attention to his well-hung woody.
The Ballerina's shoulder-length raven hair followed as an echo as she and her partner tangled and untangled their way to the center of the stage, lights playing every part of their bodies. Ocean blue yielded to teal which turned to aqua as they spun apart and regrouped.
While the other two couples continued their sensual entanglements at stage right and left, bathed in the same changing lights, the Ballerina and her partner swayed together, then separated.
Her lithe body moved away; he followed. Turning, she grabbed his huge golden cock, leaning her body backwards. They circled, heads arched away from each other. A saxophone solo urged them on.
Sensuously, she led him around the stage by his cock to a back-bend bench and draped his body over it, face up. His hands went over his head, touching the floor behind him, feet flat on the floor at the other end. At the center of the curved apparatus his engorged cock stood like a flagpole, straight and proud.
Holding on to his shaft, she stretched away from his body, leaned sidewards, standing between his feet. She turned towards his body and bent forward. En pointe, she pulled him upright, then took his balls in both of her hands.
He stood and lifted her at the waist. She released her grip on his balls, and he raised her higher. Moving her legs away from him she leaned her small, perfectly shaped breasts into his face. The rose-colored lights intensified the impact of her erect nipples.
Sucking and pulling on each tit, he held her in this position, slowly pirouetting. When he stopped, she angled her lower body back towards his, then slid her feet down his legs and stood on the tops of his feet. She pinched his nipples hard, her upper body arched away from him. Her crotch touched his cock and it moved towards her.
She let go of his reddened nipples as she stepped off and between his feet and grasped his cock again. Down between his knees and through his spread legs she slid. His forward tumble followed her as they circled back upright again.
She walked away then turned and ran to him. Lifting her high overhead, he brought her pussy to his lips and began to suck. Her open legs rested on his shoulders.
Still kissing her cunt, he moved slowly to the bench, lowering himself onto his back. She ground herself onto his face, pushed his arms over his head, then braced her hands at the fold of his hips. Her long dark hair shimmered in the light.
Untangling from the shadows, the other couples wound themselves to the floor, embracing, rolling over each other, until they met in front of the bench. The males were face up on the floor. The females rolled off their males and walked to the couple on the bench.
The voluptuous Blonde's hair was pulled into a knot at the top of her head. A discreet tattoo shone on the left cheek of her firm, round ass; her luscious breasts bounced with each step. She cuffed the hands of the hooded male to the bench, and ran her tits up and down his arms.
The Redhead stretched, showing her full bush, as she wrapped herself around his lower legs and ran her long red nails along his thighs. Sunset colors danced with his straining pole. The horns wailed with the throbbing background beat.
The Ballerina shifted her position to face his cock and lowered her cunt onto his face. The two males snaked to the sides of the bench, still face up. She slid her toes around their shafts like putting on a pair of sandals, then used their bellies as a step and support. They moved in synch with her as she forced her partner's tongue deep into her pussy, riding it like she was on a horse.
Tipping forward, she felt him shudder as she took his huge cock into her mouth. The colors of the room changed with her motion, and the jazz got heavier and deeper into the mood.
She sat back upright and took her feet off the dicks of the males on the floor. They each took one of her feet in their hands, rose from the floor to standing position. Lifting her until she was in a full split, they turned her around, holding her in the air. When she was perfectly positioned over the throbbing cock, they lowered her onto it, and resumed their positions under her feet.
Her body undulated with the music and the energy coursing through her. He propped his legs so she could lean back and continued her pleasure as she rode him, her feet now in stirrups on the bench.
The Blonde's male crawled to the head of the bench. She stood on his back, then eased herself onto the hooded male's face and rocked as he ate her pussy. Thrusting up and down with the music, delight showed in her face as his tongue worked its magic from her clit to tail. Her smile didn't need the lights to be seen at the back of the room.
The Redhead's male crawled to the foot of the bench and began to caress her buns. She moved her hips out and he kissed her cheeks, running his tongue up her crevice, back and forth. The intensity built and their bodies pulsed with the music.
The Blonde rolled back and released the cuffs, and the Redhead stepped away. They and their males watched by the bench, then faded to the sides, as the Ballerina dismounted and her partner came upright.
Their pas de deux took them to center stage. She turned to him, leaped high into his arms and lowered herself slowly onto his beautiful penis.
His hands held her cheeks as she pumped herself up and down. Clenching her crotch firmly onto his dick, wrapping her legs around his waist, she leaned back till her head was barely off the floor.
