THE PERFORMANCE - CHAPTER ELEVEN
Kate's second number was even more well-received than her first. It was a totally different feel from the first one. Whilst the first piece was a fast-paced bump and grind that was designed to get the audience's blood flowing quickly, the second was more of a sultry, slow-burn effort that had Cate moving around the stage like a cat in heat. She teased the men with her tantalizing moves and discarded her costume a bit at a time. Her dress had buttons all the way up the front and she made a long, tortuous show of undoing them ever so slowly before letting the frock glide off her shoulders to the floor. It left her clad only in a deep red lacy bra, matching panties and black stiletto heels. Or so it appeared.
She turned her back to the audience and started to unhook her bra and the crowd groaned in anticipation. She turned to let it drop, revealing another bra underneath. Well, almost a bra. This one looked like it was the top of a white Wicked Weasel micro bikini, which is exactly what it was. It wasn't more than two triangular bandaids held together by thin strings and it was trying in vain to stay on her sumptuous, swaying breasts. It barely accomplished the job of hiding her stiff nipples and her big brown areolae. She strutted around the stage, shaking her tits and testing the bikini top's resolve to keep those big jugs corralled. Again, the crowd responded explosively. When she stopped and shimmied her panties down over her hips and thighs to come to rest around her ankles, the matching WW bikini bottoms were uncovered. They moulded to the shape of her hairless mound, barely keeping her plump vulva from escaping out the sides. She spun around and shook her nearly nude ass to the crowd, and then strolling over to a small table near the back of the stage, she picked up a white spray bottle.
The crowd was hers. They were bewitched by her and her performance. She took centre stage and aimed the bottle straight up and squeezed. A big spray of water squirted up in the air and rained down on her in a fine mist. She shook her hair, pointed the bottle at the audience, and gave a couple of firm squeezes on the trigger. It wasn't a powerful enough blast to reach anyone but it looked dramatic under the lights, and the mist produced little rainbows in front of her.
She then turned the bottle on herself, pointing it less than an arm's length from her voluptuous chest and again squeezed the trigger. Two firm squeezes for each breast. Her tiny bikini top was quickly soaked and seemed to all but disappear. It essentially became transparent. Her dark areolae and turgid nipples were blurred but visible enough behind the thin, wet cloth. The twelve men, her horny, appreciative jury, became practically unruly with excitement. Cate got hot, electric flashes between her legs, making her cunt tingle with excitement. She closed her long legs tightly, rubbing them together, stimulating her now wet, squishy pussy. She held her arms in the air and shook her tits at her enraptured audience. She strutted some more...then stopped. Holding the spray bottle in front of her crotch she looked questioningly at the men, raising her eyebrows and scanning the crowd. The question was telegraphed and received, and the audience energetically voiced their encouragement for her to continue with the next stage of her revealing campaign of torture. Cate looked again from one side of the room to the other and made eye contact once again with Jason at the front table. She looked to the back of the room where she could see Tom standing behind the camera, and she broke out into a wide, playful smile.
