***** Everyone in this story is over the age of 18 and all sexual acts are consensual.*****
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Five years of hard work, dedication and sacrifices had all lead up to this. Sure, she didn't think her first job after dance school would be on a kids show, but this was an amazing opportunity that everyone else in the dance academy would kill for. Working for The Wiggles as one of the Wiggly Dancers was actually a great gig. They travel the world, their shows are viewed by millions and it looked great on the resume.
And, while she was excited to have gotten this far, there was no doubting that the application process had been a nightmare. There was the video application, then the Skype interview, and now they'd flown her to Sydney for the dance audition and the face-to-face interview. She'd been assigned to Captain Feathersword's Wiggly Dancers, and had spent the morning blocking and running through routines with the existing dancers. Now, sitting across from the choreographer and Captain Feathersword himself, Rosario was exhausted - and nervous.
"You did well today," said Mohammad, the choreographer. "I was impressed." Rosario smiled shyly. "Thanks." Mohammad stood beaming and offered his hand. "Welcome aboard", he said. "Pun definitely intended," he chortled. Rosario laughed politely, but soon stopped when she glanced at Captain Feathersword. She couldn't read his expression but he wasn't laughing. This was a man who did not enjoy puns. Rosario had always found Captain Feathersword strangely sexy, but TV didn't do him justice. Now sitting across a table from him she could see his chiseled jaw, sculpted clavicle and thick furrowed brows over his eyes. His eyes, oh god, his eyes. Black, brooding and boring into her. All of her.
Jeez, this man was a children's entertainer. They weren't supposed to be this dark and sexy. And they certainly weren't supposed to look at her like that. Despite the professional situation, Rosario felt a heat growing between her thighs and a flush spreading across her face.
"There's one more step to this process," Captain Feathersword said bluntly.
I thought I got the job already, Rosario thought, pulling her attention back to the interview and nodding attentively.
"There's an event tonight for new recruits. A kind of initiation, if you will." Rosario shot a look at Mo, but his face was unreadable.
"It's on the pirate ship," continued Captain Feathersword, referring to the full-scale model of a pirate ship they held children's parties on. It had all the trappings of a 'real' pirate ship - a plank to walk, a mast to tie traitors to and some surprisingly realistic weapons. It also seemed like an unusual place to hold an event, but with the job within reach, Rosario would go to Alice Springs if they asked her.
Getting ready in her apartment that night, she couldn't help but get a little nervous about what lay ahead. What if the other dancers didn't like her? Or she couldn't do the dance moves? What if he asked her to do something she couldn't? She soon brushed the thoughts away watching herself undress in the mirror. 'I'll nail this,' she decided as she unbuttoned her shirt and removed her jeans, revealing her creamy caramel skin. The plain white bra she was wearing should've been fine but for some reason she felt compelled to swap it for the red lace one. Her large breasts didn't quite fit into the sheer material, her boobs ballooning out the top causing some impressive cleavage. Trinny and Susannah might say that that bra was too small, but she thought it fit just fine.
She arrived at the studio, and the security guard let her in with a knowing wink.
'What the hell was that about?' she wondered, as she walked through the empty halls. As she got closer to the massive studio that housed the pirate ship, she began to hear music pulsing at the same speed as her nervous heartbeat. She timidly pushed open the door, and was relieved to see the other new recruits standing sipping drinks with the older Wiggly Dancers, as well as Simon, the notoriously handsy red Wiggle. She grabbed a drink herself from a large tray near the door and joined some people she recognised. The first drink went down easily, and she quickly followed it with a second, feeling more relaxed by the minute.
When Captain Feathersword made his entrance, the mood in the room shifted. The older dancers exchanged looks as he swaggered in, dark jeans, dark shirt, dark stubble, dark eyes. And so hot.
"On deck, starboard" he growled.
Rosario and the other new recruits paused only briefly before following the other dancers up the ladder on the side of the ship. Captain Feathersword appeared on deck behind them. He snapped his fingers and all at once ropes fell from the ceiling.
All at once they were surrounded. Someone grabbed her wrists and dragged her to the wooden railing, roughly pushing her against the post. Her eyes met with Miki's, one of the dancers who had helped her with the steps in the morning rehearsal. Miki held her gaze for a split second, their breasts almost touching, before giving her a wicked grin and tying her hands behind the post.
To her left she could see a new recruit being shackled to the posts, and on her right, another was being tied up roughly to a railing.
When all three of the new recruits had been adequately secured, with the odd rough squeeze, the current dancers and Captain Feathersword stood back and looked at them. Rosario could feel her breasts rising and falling with her quick breathing. Part fear, part arousal.
"Right," said Captain Feathersword. "Here's what's going to happen. As of now, you are our slaves. You will submit to us, you will do whatever we ask, and if, at the end of the night, we are satisfied, the jobs are yours."
Rosario blinked.
Miki stepped towards her, dark almond eyes sparkling, and tugged sharply. Buttons flew, and Rosario's shirt sprang open, revealing her huge breasts trembling in their red lace. Their size was emphasised by the fact that her arms were tied behind her back. Miki dipped her tongue in between them and licked Rosario's soft skin up towards her jawline. Her hot breath traveled across Rosario's face and into her ear. "The safe word is 'big red car,'" she whispered.
Rosario was shocked, but felt her body tense and heat up. Miki's full lips found hers and they kissed, softly at first, then harder. Miki slipped her hands up Rosario's bare stomach and cupped her breasts. Rosario moaned, frustrated by her inability to move or touch Miki even as Miki dipped a thumb inside the lace cups to sweep across a hardened nipple. She stopped registering the other dancers watching their amorous display.
Miki's hand moved down Rosario's body, and slid two fingers into her lacy panties, resting them on her rapidly moistening mound. Her mouth followed, kissing the top of Rosario's breasts and taut stomach before she undid the denim shorts' button and zipper with her teeth.
"Take them off" said Miki, looking up at her.
Rosario obeyed. Miki kicked the shorts to one side, then stood so that she was face to face with Rosario, her fingers still resting frustratingly close to her most sensitive spot. Their bodies were just millimetres apart. Rosario hands strained involuntarily against the ropes, she desperately wanted to touch this woman, to kiss her again, to have her fingers deep within her, but Miki left the miniscule space between them.
