Its A Bad Idea Right Ch 02

This story is completely fiction and for entertainment only.

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It had been two weeks since Tate and Olivia set up their little dare and betting situation with me. Olivia was right when she told me in the heat of our first time that she didn't think it would be the only time.

It wasn't even Olivia's idea for us to have sex more than once. It was Tate. She had in very clear terms told us that she had touched herself and played with toys while watching the video a number of times, but she needed new "spank material" as she called it, and she requested another video that Olivia was all too happy to give her, and admittedly, I pretty easily folded to the idea.

By the second week, Tate wanted a third video, and once we wrapped up, I looked right up where I knew a camera was, and I told Tate I missed her, and that I wanted to see her.

My phone rang for another video call. Me and a very naked Olivia Rodrigo sat in view of the camera. This time Tate was also naked, her big tits drawing a smile immediately to my face.

"Oh my gosh! Hey babes!" Tate said excitedly, waving at us. "That was so fucking hot, but I want the real thing so bad!"

"Girl, there's a gap in my schedule right now," Olivia said, realization on her face. "What if me and Char flew out to Germany for your shows? I love Deutschland, and it's been too long since I've been to Munich."

"Bitch, that sounds great!" Tate squealed happily and I smiled broadly at the idea of seeing my girlfriend in person again. I also had no fucking idea what to expect when the three of us got together after the developments of the last two weeks. "I'd offer to fly you guys out, but you're both rich, too," she laughed.

"We can each get our own tickets and what not, but Liv and I will fly together." I turned to Liv and asked, "Is that cool?"

Olivia smiled at me and nodded, but before she could speak, Tate jumped back in, "But no funny business on the plane. Nobody touches anybody or themselves until we're all back together, got it?" I forgot how in-charge Tate could get.

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Olivia and I had to get tickets, packed, and wheels up in a hurry for us to meet Tate in Munich. We were used to moving fast and quiet in our efforts to dodge the paps, which leant itself well to this time crunch, and we had made it to Munich two days before Tate's show.

The first day was us getting settled in, reconnecting, and well, not leaving the hotel room. Tate did not shy away from sharing me with her best friend, even when she was with me in person.

Our second day, we scoped out the venue Tate would be playing the next day. It was while checking out the stage that a wolfish grin spread across Olivia's bitchy face.

"Olivia..." Tate was clearly worried by that expression we both knew so well. "What the hell are you planning?"

"I know what your next dare-slash-punishment is going to be." The look on her face was downright predatory.

"Not during the show, Liv! That's too much. I thought we agreed we'd never do something to endanger careers!" Tate was clearly worried.

"Oh calm down, Sasquatch!" Olivia snipped at my taller-than-her girlfriend. "You're going to put on a show for the stage and crew, everyone that's here early as a 'thank you' for their hard work. You're going to sing the horniest songs from your and my catalog, and I'm going to choose one back-up dancer to perform with you."

"O-okay. That could be worse," my beautiful and busty but sometimes ditsy girlfriend said, and Olivia's smile widened even further. "That back-up dancer is going to get to do whatever he wants to you on stage."

Tate's jaw dropped. "What do you mean 'anything?' Like he can grab me and stuff?"

"Oh yeah, big time," Olivia laughed. "And I have some other demands, too, but you'll find out about those tonight when you go on."

"Oh my fucking God," Tate groaned and covered her face with her hands. "Fine. Fuckin' just... whatever. But no recording or pictures from the crew! They've been watching the videos from you two, so this is only fair that they get an eyeful of me."

My eyes went wide and Olivia's jaw dropped. "I thought they were just around when you watched it and then they gathered when you called. I didn't know you let them watch!"

"Now it's your turn to calm down, Char. They all loved the videos." I got even redder. She showed them all three!

I turned to Liv. "Do whatever you want to her, Liv. She's right that it's only fair after the crew saw us get it on. This will be different because it's in-person." I watched Tate blush, letting her absorb the difference between being behind a screen, and being there in real time and being watched, being able to see the people watching you.

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Tate was set to take the stage at 8 p.m. for her little "concert," and she was getting dressed backstage, and me and Olivia were keeping her company, of course. Olivia was choosing her outfit, after all.

"And we can't possibly forget this," Olivia said with a shit-eating grin as she produced a small velvet pouch from her purse.

"What the fuck is that?" Tate asked, pointing at the bag. She was rightfully worried.

"Oh, just a little something to make your performance tonight extra... electric," Olivia said teasingly. I got it just for you."

Still leering at Olivia, Tate took the box and opened it, and then looked down. Her face instantly got red and she stammered for a moment. "Oh hell no. Absolutely not. I'm not putting that egg in me!" she shouted indignantly and dropped the box that held the small but powerful vibrator.

"You won't, but I will," I said, uncrossing my arms and picking up the little toy. I had no idea what it was until that moment, but I loved the idea of Tate trying to perform while Olivia and I tortured her with such a toy.

"Are you serious, Char?" Tate kept trying to argue but I stopped her by kissing her hotly, sticking my tongue in her mouth as I undid her jean shorts and pushed them down her thick legs. I grabbed her by the shoulders, turned her around and pushed her so she was bracing on her arms over the makeup and glamour table, making her look herself in the mirror as I pulled her thong panties down and pushed them to meet with her shorts.

I pulled both articles of clothing fully off of her and tossed them away blindly. "Olivia, find something suitable for this slut," I said and Tate shivered at the way I spoke about her. I knew she loved dirty talk and being talked to like that.

Olivia handed me a tube of lube that I figured she brought for putting the egg in, but I could only guess what else she'd use it for today. I squirted a good amount on the little device and pushed Tate's legs apart.

"Goddamn it," Tate growled, and I knew that was her accepting it. She hated herself for it I was sure, but the three of us knew that this was turning her on beyond belief, knowing she was going to perform for no less than 50 staff members with a vibrating egg inside of her, with me and a vengeful Olivia behind the wheel, so to speak.

After rubbing the lubed egg up and down Tate's meaty pink pussy lips, I started to slowly push it in, and it started vibrating in my hand, turning Tate's sigh into a yelp and then a long moan. As I kept pushing it in, I looked over to see Liv already dragging her finger over her phone, and I saw her own lip twitching. I thought that was a little odd.

"Just making sure it works," she giggled as I got it fully inserted.

"I was thinking about sending Tater Tot out without any panties on, but we should put her in some just to help keep the egg in place."

"Good idea," Olivia said as she put her focus back on putting together our play thing's wardrobe. Tate didn't even bother trying to argue with us as she stood there with just a white tank top on, crossing and uncrossing her legs as she tried to get used to the toy lodged in her pussy.

It didn't take long for Olivia to come up with Tate's outfit for the evening. First was a plain black g-string that Tate scoffed at but put on without a fight. Next was a pair of tight black leather booty shorts and a thick studded belt to run through the unnecessary belt loops on the shorts, but it was a hot fucking look. Olivia had also chosen a black leather bralette with studs to match the booty shorts.

Of course Olivia had to slut Tate up as much as possible, handing her fishnet leggings and a long-sleeve mesh top. She looked like a Coachella rave girl, and it made me hard as hell.

With Tate properly whored up and ready, the three of us left her dressing room. Olivia and I were giddy, and Tate was visibly shaking. I didn't see Olivia using her phone, so it was 100% nerves. She was used to entertaining in revealing outfits, but she didn't know just how far Liv and I would test her.

We got to the stage and Tate's shoulders slouched even further. Between sound techs, set-up crew, security, stage aids and dancers, medical personnel and everyone involved, it must have been 75 people.

"Guys please, can we talk about this?" Tate pleaded, her hands folded together as if in prayer. "That's so many more people than I thought. Come on!" she begged.

I shook my head. "And you showed half of those people videos of me and Olivia having sex. So no, you're not getting out of this," I told her as I pushed her on stage. "It'll be better if you make it look like this was your idea!" I called after her.

Tate tried to find her courage as Olivia and I ran over to the sound booth, where Olivia could manage the extensive cameras and I could mix and manage the sounds. I put in an earpiece and handed one over to Olivia.

"Tate, can you hear us?" I asked into her ear piece. She looked over at us with the fake smile she had on, which meant that yes she could. "Fantastic."

Olivia chimed in with her own mic. "On the chair there is a hat with the names of everyone here; men and women. You'll select one at random, and they'll be your back-up dancer," Olivia explained.

Tate swallowed and went to the hat and explained to the audience what Olivia had just explained, and everyone there was pretty excited at the idea of dancing with Tate in such a private little venue, especially with her so provocatively dressed. Dancers and random roadies were all real options.

She reached into the hat and pulled out a name. She unfolded the paper and she smiled. "Darius!" Darius whooped and ran on stage, and everyone else cheered for him, too. I knew Darius only a little, but I knew he was well-liked, a really nice guy, and I had also heard rumors that he was easily the most hung back-up dancer Tate had. I smiled at the idea of him being the one to strip Tate on stage in front of 75 employees.

Tate handed him a mic box and ear piece that Darius was very familiar with the setup of and was in the rig in no time at all.

"Hi, Darius," Olivia said with tooth-rotting sweetness into her headset. We have an extra surprise for you since you won the drawing. You're used to doing choreographed dances with Tate, but for tonight's staff appreciation show, you can choreograph your own dancing." Olivia paused for dramatic effect. "And while on stage, you can do *whatever* you want to to Tate."

"W-Whatever?" he stammered back into the mic.

"Yep," I confirmed. "Anything you want. Think about everything you and the other dancers have wanted to do to her, to that body... and do it. Just integrate it into the concert," I explained his role further. He was a nice guy, but just like everyone else, he wasn't going to pass up a chance to use Tate McRae.

Darius looked at Tate, and she smiled. I could tell she was nervous as hell and already wishing this was over, but she was able to sell it well enough to Darius who didn't know Tate like Olivia and I did.

With Tate and Darius ready, Olivia started the cameras that would be used for tomorrow's concert, and I started the first song. The first song was definitely a steamy one, and Tate and Darius did one of their normal routines, making this seem like it was a genuine, good-will concert from Tate's heart, and not all an elaborate setup by Olivia.

As I looked over Olivia's shoulder at her track list, much like our games, they got spicier as the playlist went on. Tate and Darius did have some fantastic chemistry, from the way they brushed past each other and had lingering touches to eye contact. They were actually putting on a good show halfway through the second song. They wouldn't get all the way through this track without Olivia's first interference.

I saw Olivia pull out her phone, a big grin on her face as she opened the app. I watched as she swiped her finger across the screen once, and that sudden jerk was enough to make Tate gasp... and her mic clearly picked it up. Olivia and I smiled evilly at each other as we learned that all of Tate's noises, moans, and her fight to keep her breathing normally would be broadcast over the massive speakers.

The same look of realization washed over Tate's face, but she did her best to not miss a step. She kept singing and dancing with Darius like she wasn't at Olivia Rodrigo's tiny mercy. We let them finish the song, and during the three second split before the next song, Liv ran her finger over the screen again, and Tate was able to mask the deep intake of breath brought on by the toy as her prepping her lungs for the next song.

"Darius, I think it's time to start turning up the heat," I said into my headset.

"Start dancing up on her, Darius. Don't be afraid to feel her up and get some good groping in. Leave all of her clothes on for this song, though. Cop a feel of her tits, ass, pussy, whatever you can make look fleeting, hot, or accidental."

I watched Darius and Tate's faces in a close-up camera, and what Liv said struck another bolt of fear into Tate, but made Darius smile. She and Darius had been put on notice; we were going to strip Tate McRae in front of her staff and let her get felt up good by a dancer only Tate's loyalist fans knew the name of.

For this third track, it was a slower song than the first two, but it was absolutely a lustful love song, and Tate and Darius were grinding on each other, hands roaming freely over each other, and Darius was not shy about running his hands wherever he wanted, and the crowd seemed to love the intamacy.

"Good job, guys. That looks great. Nice amount of groping, nice eye contact, really hot," Liv coached into her headset. As the third song started to wind down, Olivia started to draw slow circles on her phone instead of quick swipes. I could see Tate fighting to stay quiet. I saw her knees buckle a little and her large chest rising and falling as she tried to control her breathing, and she was able to play it off as her getting hot under the bright lights and from her intimate performance with one of her best and most attractive dancers.

"Darius, for this next song, I really want more heat. Kiss her. And Tate... I *want* you to kiss him back," I told my girlfriend as I felt Olivia's hand on my thigh.

"Let's see some extra skin," Olivia added. "Sometimes during shows, wardrobe malfunctions happen, you know?"

I hit the 4th song, a much higher energy song, and Tate and Darius turned up the tempo and pace like the professional dancers they were. There were a lot of spins, dips, and lifts. On tempo slows and breaks, they'd grind against each other, and during one of these grinding sessions, Tate and Darius shared a heated, tongue heavy kiss and the croud of workers and friends fucking lost it. They loved it! Liv and I also noticed that Darius had undone Tate's belt, and I could see in Liv's eyes that she was starting to get hot and bothered, too.

When another drop hit and they spun away, Darius had a hand on Tate's belt and pulled it like a rip-chord, clearing it from her booty shorts and the partygoers went nuts again. They were all horned up, and I started to wonder how many of these people that practically lived on the road together were already banging, how many of them wanted to be Darius.

One of the fun things about Tate's wardrobe was just how tight a lot of it was. For instance, her mesh club shirt had a zipper that ran from the bottom of her neck to her tailbone, and her leather booty shorts were so tight that they were essentially tear-aways held on together by snaps on the sides. The zipper and button closure were completely cosmetic. They were prime targets for easy removal with a few rapid movements.

The fourth song flatlined, and while the next song dropped into que, Darius unzipped the back of Tate's mesh top as he stood behind her. The fifth song sparked up and they started their next dance. In a move that looked like Darius was going to grab her hands and spin her, he grabbed her sleeves and yanked hard, pulling the mesh down her arms so fast, and she pulled away, that it came off easily enough. Tate looked delicious in just her booty shorts, fishnets and black leather bralette. The roar of the crowd told us they thought so, too.

Our tracklist was coming to an end, only being eight songs long, so I said, "Darius, feel free to go all out. No more ramping up. Get the bitch good and naked, and Olivia will help her cum."

"W-what?" Tate shrieked into the mic, momentarily confusing the audience, but as soon as the the sixth song swelled and poured out of the elaborate sound system, Darius's large hands grabbed Tate's booty shorts and tore them right off, leaving her in fishnets and that sexy little black g-string.

At this point the music kept bumping but Tate wasn't even trying to sing. Olivia was spamming the shit out of the app, the egg in Tate's pussy vibrating a storm. As Tate wreathed to the power of the inserted toy, Darius turned her around and showed everyone Tate's juicy ass and undid her bralette and pulled it off, throwing it into the crowd.

The crowd was so fucking horned up that the bra went out into a sea of people fighting for it like a wedding bouquet. As I watched a back-up dancer groping my girlfriend on a stage in front of just shy of 100 people that worked under her, I reveled in it as Olivia Rodrigo put the app on autopilot and reached down to pull my pants down. She still had the lube from the egg in her purse. She took it out and shot a copious amount onto her hand and started to roughly jerk me off as we watched a close-up camera on Tate's face.

Tate was moaning like a bitch as so many people watched her trying to fight and orgasm while Darius spanked her ass like she was a bad student. When her ass was nice and red and she was beyond embarrassed, he turned her around again, letting everyone see her large, fantastic tits and the whoops and whistles got louder.

The humiliation of it, how purely fucking hot it was, plus the ceaseless egg was too much and Tate lost. With a scream carried over by the sound system, Tate McRae came in front of everyone and the crowd got louder than I thought that amount of people could.

"Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!" they chanted. The look of "there is no way" on Tate's face as Darius played with her big tits and perky nipples was priceless, but this had gone on far enough.

"We need to get her out of here," I said. "I think she survived the punishment, don't you?" I tucked myself back into my pants and headed for the door.

Olivia nodded and we rushed out of the sound booth. "That'll do it tonight, everyone! Thank you so much for coming, and thank you for everything you do!" Olivia addressed the crowd, earning a loud shouting of boos as the staff were told they wouldn't get to see any of Tate's holes get filled. "Neither she or I could do what we do without you. Get to your hotels and lodgings safe, and we'll see you tomorrow!"

Darius was helping me carry Tate back to her dressing room when Liv caught back up to us. "They might not have gotten as much show as they wanted, but they still got a hell of a lot more than we expected when we showed up," he laughed.