All characters in this story are over 18 and all sexual acts are consensual.
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"Everyone put one hand up in the air and wave goodbye to each other," Emma said, as a dinosaur and a pirate skipped circles around her.
She smiled at the thousands of children and parents waving back at her, but really all she wanted to do was cry.
It was her second show on tour with The Wiggles, and she'd completely messed up the Big Red Car medley. Lachy would understand, and Simon might make fun of her in a brotherly kind of way, but Anthony... Anthony would hate her more than he already did.
She didn't know why, either. They'd barely spoken to each other at all since she'd graduated from the Dorothy suit to the yellow Wiggle, so she couldn't have offended him. But somehow she had and, while he was kind and relaxed with Lachy and Simon, he was brusque, aloof and even rude with her. Maybe it was because she was a girl, the first female Wiggle, she reflected as they filed into the green room.
"Nailed it, guys," said Lachy. "The kids loved it!"
"The kids?" said Simon. "You mean the mums, right?" He leered and Emma rolled her eyes. Lachy popped the lids off a few beers and pressed one into her hand.
"Don't worry about," he said quietly. "Those steps, I mean. No one even noticed." Emma smiled gratefully, but across the room, Anthony snorted.
"Yeah, hardly at all," he muttered, loud enough for her to hear. He'd pulled off his skivvy and was left in a dark singlet. With his broad shoulders and arms on display and a sneer on his face, his fans wouldn't have recognized him as the goofy blue Wiggle.
She winced. Why did he always do that? She turned back to her dressing table and took off her bright yellow bow. In the mirror she could see Anthony staring at her. There was no longer a look of disdain in his eyes – it was something else. Their eyes locked and she felt a sudden stirring in her lower abdomen.
Lachy and Simon were chatting about something or other, but she didn't hear them, she was completely lost in Anthony's eyes. He undid his belt buckle, still watching her through the mirror. A shy smile made its way to her lips as she realized what was happening. Slowly, she took out one of her pigtails, then the other, letting her crimson hair fall down her skivvy.
His eyes, locked on hers, hardened suddenly, and he looked away. He dropped his belt on the floor, grabbed his beer from the table and strode towards the door.
"Maybe try learning the steps, yellow," he shot at her, before slamming the door behind him.
Her head swam. She must have imagined it, but just for a second, there had been something in his face other than dislike. Something that had shot straight between her thighs and left her dizzy. She took a deep breath and a few long pulls from her beer.
"I'm just gonna run that dance once more," she told Lachy and Simon, who were opening their second beers.
"Honestly, don't worry about it," said Lachy, but it was half-hearted. He'd already figured out she was a perfectionist and he winked as she slipped out the door.
It was dim in the wings now, the stage hands were long gone, and she picked her way between the set pieces until she was standing on the stage. Half an hour ago the theatre had been packed with kids and, as Simon had pointed out, their mothers, but it was dark and empty now.
She hummed the opening bars of Big Red Car and stepped into the dance. It wasn't like she didn't know it; she'd done it hundreds of times in rehearsals, and seen it done plenty of times before that from the safety of the Dorothy suit. It was Anthony's fault she'd messed up actually. He'd thrown her off right before they'd gone on stage by sneering at her for the hundredth time that day.
She ran through it once without a mistake and was starting again when she heard a noise behind her. She spun round, startled to find Anthony standing in the wings, arms crossed and an unreadable expression on his face.
"What?!" she yelled. "What's your problem? I know I messed up and I'm sorry but that doesn't mean you can treat me like this. Why do you hate me so much?" Anthony continued to stare at her. Emma stared back, blushing furiously. Slowly, purposefully he walked towards her his gaze firmly fixed on hers.
"You're still stiff, you need to relax. Let your hips do the work for you." He walked around her and stopped inches away from her back. She could feel his sweet blueberry breath on the nape of her neck. The heat from his breath seemed to spread inside her all the way down to her lady bits.
"Like this" he said gently putting his hands on her hips, guiding them from side to side. "Toot toot chugga chugga big red car" he whispered into her left ear, slowly bringing her closer to him until his firm cock pressed into her wiggly skirt. She gasped.
