(Author note: This was originally posted under a former pen name of Gert_Boekbinder. Editing kindly provided by EditingAlix.)
My breathing was shallow, and my heart was beating fast -- much faster than it should be for someone standing still. I felt like my body was covered in sweat, although the shower I had taken five minutes ago had made sure that it couldn't be the case. I felt a pressure on my hand. Caroline had reached out and was holding my hand in hers.
"Nervous." It was both statement and question.
"Absolutely," I replied. "I honestly can't believe I said yes to this.
She smiled at me, although I could see in her eyes she was nowhere near as calm as she was pretending to be. "It will be fine. I've seen these happen a few times. After a couple of minutes, you forget you've got an audience. Just follow my lead and do what feels natural."
We stood side by side, stage right of Black Cats, a burlesque club that took on a much more intimate character after-hours. Out on stage in front of us a couple of stage-hands were clearing the debris of the previous act -- underwear, feathers, streaks of lube and in centre stage, a puddle of semen.
The previous act was much more elaborate than what we would do. A raven-haired woman with a set of black angel wings had started by giving a lap-dance to an Adonis-like black man, before dropping all pretences and straddling him. The audience had been treated to fifteen minutes of the woman acrobatically fucking the seated hunk. When his groans were starting to reach a crescendo, she quickly dismounted and vigorously worked his shaft with her hand. With a long guttural moan, he erupted. His cum streaked across his partner's chest and the stage.
Sensing an opportunity, the woman grabbed one of the rear chair legs and pulled, tipping the man face-first into his seed. The angel gently placed her hand on the male's head and tenderly rubbed his face into his own discharge. She then held his head and invited the audience to come and sample it. Several, male and female alike, took her up on the offer, stepping forward and licking the cum from the obedient man's face.
Caroline assured me that that wouldn't happen with us, but I remained unconvinced. Black Cats had a reputation where audience interaction wasn't actively encouraged but was certainly tolerated.
The wreckage from the previous performance had been cleared from the stage, to be replaced by a pile of cushions and blankets. Stage left, hidden by the velvet curtains, the compère gestured with an open palm.
The time had come.
For a moment, I felt an animal fear. The fear of being exposed, the fear of performing an intimate act for an audience of complete strangers. My instincts screamed at me to run, but my conscious mind forced my feet to stay where they were. Caroline squeezed by hand.
"Remember the safe-word," she winked, and stuck her tongue out, "but I don't think you're gonna need it. I think you're going to surprise yourself."
She leant forward and kissed me, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth, before breaking off and leading me forward.
I felt the heat of the lights as soon as I stood on the stage. Although they felt dim when watching from the audience or the wings, light and heat flooded the stage. I felt oddly relieved that soon I'd be able to shrug off the robe. I might be exposing myself to an audience of twenty horny strangers, but at least I'd be slightly cooler. As Caroline half lead, half dragged me to the blankets that comprised our 'bed', I noticed that, thanks to the god forsaken lights, I could only really see the five people sat closest to the stage. The others were lost in the gloom beyond. If I can't see them, I thought, I can forget they're there.
We reached the centre of the stage and turned to face the audience. A polite applause rippled through the unseen crowd beyond. Caroline licked her lips and did a demure curtsy before gesturing towards me. I felt twenty sets of eyes focussed on me.
Caroline pulled the cord keeping the robe closed with one hand, and with the other, grabbed the collar and pulled it down. I was exposed to the audience. I'm an averagely built man. I go to the gym and try to eat right, but I am far from ripped. Caroline had insisted on waxing my pubes and underarm hair but had let me keep a small patch of dark chest hair. Again, my dick is strictly average, a good 6" hard but less impressive soft. In total, a decent package. Not the best. Certainly not the worst. As I stood there naked, the applause intensified. Whether out of politeness or genuine excitement, I couldn't say. Stood there in all my glory, I felt a twitch in my penis as adrenaline coursed through me and my blood started to flow.
The applause intensified further as Caroline removed her robe. I couldn't blame them; she looked amazing. She has a pleasingly full size 14 figure with C cup tits and sturdy ass. Her shoulder length auburn hair was professionally messy, and a single silver stud decorated her nose. Like myself, her crotch was completely bald. As I surveyed her from head to toe, I lingered over my favourite part of her -- her little belly that slightly bulged out.
The applause died down, and without further ado, the performance began. Caroline turned and pulled me towards her. Her mouth locked with mine and her tongue invaded. As if on autopilot, I reciprocated. Our tongues fought to explore each other's mouth. I felt her hands slowly run up and down my body. She gently touched my chest and my arms. Following her lead, I slowly began feeling hers. I ran down her body from shoulder to tits to her belly. Her roving hands finally settled. Her right grabbed my ass cheek. Her left traced a line down the shaft of my dick, and gently squeezed. Despite feeling the many eyes of our audience, my dick began to harden. Caroline pulled away from me and stared straight into my eyes. A slight smile was on her lips. My hardening cock told her she was right; I wouldn't need the safe-word.
