First ever story, let me know what you think.
This is for readers 18+ and is in no way endorsed by the celebrities appearing in it.
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"...for this game we're gonna need two volunteers from the audience" Drew exclaimed, jogging down the stage steps into the audience. Scanning the mass of faces, his eyes slid past mine, then back, locking onto me. "How about you?" he asked holding his hand out to me. I grasped his hand tightly, jumping up from my seat, heart beginning to pump faster. "And what's your name?"
"V-vicky" I managed to stumble out, causing the guys on the stage to chuckle softly.
"Okay so we've got Vicky and..." pausing to ask the other audience member's name "...Josh. Vicky and josh everyone, give them a hand!" He manoevered me to stand by Greg, who turned and shook my hand, his eyes staring right into mine. My heart jumped and my breathing hitched. Again, Greg gave a throaty chuckle, then looked away and focused back on Drew.
The appaluse died down and Drew continued. "So this is moving people. Greg and Ryan will be playing this one. Basically these two are gonna act out a scene which i'll give them in a moment, and they can't move. They can't move without Vicky and Josh's help. If you want them to wave, you have to move their arm
like this, if you want them to walk, you have to tap their legs like this. You got it? Good. Let's start. The scene is Ryan is a sailor marooned on a desert island and Greg is a local who's never seen a man before. So there's your scene. Take it away". I stifled a giggle as Ryan and Greg both groaned at the scene they had to perform. I manipulated Greg's hand into a fist and bent his body over slightly as the starting position and they began their improv.
As the game continued I realised I was pressed right up against Gregs back, feeling his tight muscular body on mine. Everytime i breathed in, I caught a whiff of the cologne Greg wore mixed with cigarette smoke and whisky. It was the most intoxicating thing I'd ever smelt and I felt myself become wet and my mind become full of thoughts of tongues, sweat and moans.
"I said if I could just walk forward..." Greg repeated more urgently, breaking through the dazed state my mind had become. My face blushed slightly as the audience roared with laughter. I slid my hands down his sides, and over his tight butt, loving the feel of it in my hands, before tapping the backs of his thighs shuffling him forward towards Ryan until they were face to face. The scene continued in a blur, me trying to keep my mind on the task while running my hands over every part of Greg's body I could, fighting off the thoughts of how he would look naked beneath me. As the game entered it's last few lines, I reached up and turned Greg's head away from Ryan brushing his pulse point lightly with my nails. He breathed in sharply, faltering in his words just for a second, before recovering. I smiled into his back, my mind storing that piece of information away for my future fantasies.
"And that's the end of that game! Let's give a round of applause for Greg and Ryan and also our lovely audience members Vicky and Josh" As the crowd showed their apreciation Drew came over and shook my hand, thanking me before doing the same to Josh. Greg turned round, the same intense gaze locking onto my eyes except this time his eyes were tinged with a lustful, predatory gleam. I lowered my eyes under such intensity, unable to disguise my own longing to feel that body under my hands again. I felt his arms encircle me in a hug, and he huskily whispered, "Come back stage after the show." It wasn't a request. Unable to speak, my mouth suddenly dry, I simply nodded and left the stage on slightly wobbly legs feeling myself becoming wetter with anticipation.
The next hour was a nightmare. Games that didnt involve Greg, I completely tuned out of, lost in my own depraved mind, whilst ones he was participating in made me moan softly under my breath, wishing it was me his hands were all over, me his sexual innuendos were aimed at, me his gorgeous eyes followed around the stage. I was soaking wet, my thighs slick beneath my skirt, my nipples throbbing with the need to touch myself or be touched.
The show ended, and the performers took their final bows, before rushing off stage to thunderous appalause. My heart, already thrumming, picked up again and I staggered my way to the bar, ordering a double vodka to steady my nerves. Swallowing it in one gulp, I stood up, straightened my skirt and picked my way through the crowd streaming towards the exit. 5 minutes later I found myself walking speedily along the backstage corridor casting glances left and right at the rapidly approaching doors wondering which one Greg stood behind. Halfway down the corridor, familar names appeared on the doors; Drew Carey, Colin Mochrie, Ryan Stiles, Jeff Davies, Jonathan Mangum, Chip Esten and then finally, near the far end, the man of my fantasies, Greg Proops. I took a deep breath and knocked.
"Come in" I opened the door to find Greg Proops and Jonathan Mangum sitting opposite each other, each with a whisky. "Hey baby", Greg said in that familiar sarcastic tinged voice I loved. "What's up? Cat got your tongue?". I licked my lips slowly to show him i indeed still had a tongue and saw his eyes flare with lust again. Greg pulled me over to sit by him, pouring us all new drinks as we chatted about the show and what the cast were like off screen. Greg's hand rested on the top of my thigh almost absent-mindedly tracing light, ticklish, tantalising circles inching higher and higher. The smell of my sex lingered in the air.
"Ahem" Jonathan cleared his throat, desire evident on his face as he watched Greg's path up my leg. "I'll er just get going..." he trailed off, heading towards the door. I sprung off the sofa, standing between the door and the men inside.
"No" I whispered softly the shyness I first felt ebbing away. "Stay" and with that I brought my hands up around his neck and brushed his lips slightly with my own. His arms loosely encircled my waist and, as his tongue swept my lips begging for entry, he pulled me flush against his body. Greg closed the door softly and placed his hands on my hip bones. I felt his soft lips place butterfly kisses on my neck and his semi erect cock rub circles on my ass. I moaned into the kisses, pushing my body back harder onto Greg while Jonathan continued to explore my mouth. He tasted like whisky and cinnamon - another intoxicating taste assaulting my senses adding to the pleasure. Greg placed small nips on my neck, soothing them over with his tongue before creating the next leaving marks. The meaning was clear: I was his. He sucked my pulse point hard, causing my head to fly back. I let out a deep gutteral moan and began panting with desire.
"You like that? Huh baby?" Greg said, before latching back onto my pale neck. Jonathan, seeing my exposed neck, began to suck the other side, moving his hand up my side to lightly brush my covered breasts. The combination of the sucking and biting, the heady aroma, the rubbing of Greg's erect cock and Jonathan's light touches and squeezes sent my body into overdrive and I felt my juices coat my thighs and drip down my legs for the third time that evening.
