Ch 1 - Hell No
"No Marnie. I wanna know why! I know they get better tips when they wear them. Why won't you let me?"
"I told you why." Marna states dryly, ignoring Shae's pleading gaze. Pressing save on her document, she puts it in an email titled 'Mirror, Mirror', and presses send. Shae spies the recipient, Joe Paulson, the advertising guru for their traveling show, and tucks it into memory. Marna closes her laptop and moves on to a stack of paperwork on her table.
"This isn't fair! I work just as hard as they do. I watched Seran, Pippa and Toni make at least $200 more than me in Barton last week, because of those damn ribbons. The rest of us were far lighter. I watched it happen. Don't bother denying it again."
"I won't. They're my long time girls, and they DO work harder than you. You're not cut out for what they do. You're a beautiful dancer, enchanting performer, perfect for your part, but you don't wear the red ribbon."
"Look, I've got bills to pay, child support in particular, if I want to see my son, tuition money to raise if I ever want more than belly dancing and burlesque. I can't get by on the tent tips! Give me a chance. I want in on the Mirror House."
Marna's laughter bursts out, overflowing the small RV. "She wants the Red Ribbon and the Mirror House, all in the same day. Girl, you're definitely good for a laugh. Maybe we can upgrade you, to clown. The answer is no. Now get the hell outta my trailer and go rehearse. Showtime is in 5 hrs. Chop, chop."
A defiant look crosses Shae's face. The sound of Marnie's laughter and her utter dismissal press a button. "Cunt." she thinks sourly. Yanking open the door handle, she stomps down the steps, slamming the flimsy screen behind her. "If you won't let me, I'll do it my damn self." she mumbles as she sets off in search of Joe.
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Ch 2 - The Ride
Joe Paulson lifts a heavy duffle into the back of his black 2016 Ram 2500, and slides it in with the other gear in the bed. Grabbing the ratchet strap, he pulls and begins tightening down the heavier parts of the load, muscles standing out on his thick arms as he cranks. Shae watches him for a moment. Well over 6 foot, broad shoulders, short black curls, smooth muscled, chocolate skin, "...and sweet as pie, until there's trouble. Damn he's fine," she thinks. "I hope this works."
Shae walks toward Joe, light brown ponytail swinging in time with the bouncing of her perfectly round C tits and curved ass. Prancing off her goods, she heads for him, arms out. "Joey!" She calls, with a sweet smile. Joey drops the ratchet strap and smiles back, turning towards her as she wraps her arms around his middle. Her cleavage gives him a little kiss from her low cut tank. "I can feel her nipples. Fuck that's hot." He thinks, 24 year old mind in perfect sync with his 24 year old cock.
"Hi beautiful. Break any hearts today?" Hoping he sounds cool, he lifts her a little, getting a nice feel of her soft tits on his body again. "Not yet." She responds cheerily. Joe sets her gently on the ground, picking up the ratchet for a few more cranks. "I was wondering," she pauses, batting her eyes a bit, "Are you headed to town right now?"
Again, his cock sends a smile up to his face. "I wish.", he thinks in his young ignorance. "Yes I am. Why? Would you like to sneak away with me?", He tries it out, hoping she finds it cute at least. "Absolutely! That's exactly what I want to do, sneak away with you." She giggles and touches his muscled bicep, casually tracing her fingers on his skin, sending signals with her eyes. "I bet we could have a lot of fun together." She winks.
Lizard brain finally stroked to life, Joe's face breaks into a grin. "Hop in sweetheart." Let me tighten this other side, and we'll head out." Shae climbs in the passenger side and pushes up the console, taking the middle seat. She pulls down the driver's mirror and checks her reflection. Makeup good, hair in place, she pulls her tits out a touch. "Gonna get some answers." She thinks, "It's the fun way at least." Shae's wanted to fuck him a while now, "He's the shy type. Maybe I'll teach him a thing or two." Her pussy twitches at the thought. In many ways, Shae enjoys being first.
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Driving down the dirt road, hip to hip Shea leans over and eyes Joe directly, then his crotch, "Can I see it, you know, for science?" She grins as she taps her nails on his right thigh. "What?!" He laughs, "What do you mean, for science?" Shae slides her nails up and down his thigh, passing from the cloth to the smooth skin at his knee. Joe shudders, enjoying the sensation. Watching his eyes, his boyish smile as he watches the road, she replies, "Everyone says black cock is the biggest. I've never got to play with one like yours. Only mixed boys." Half innocent beg, half smirk on her face, he makes brief eye contact with her.
Laughing loudly, Joe replies, "Honey, you don't need science to do anything with my cock! Look all you like, but I warn you, its a very average 8 inches, hard." Shea bursts out a giggle, "I don't think that's average Joey, but pay no mind. I'm 5'4, couldn't take much more." Joey wraps his arm around her shoulder squeezing her, then leaving his fingers to trace her arm.
"We rhyming now?" he asks as Shae reaches down and unsnaps his jeans. Zzzzzziiiippp. Joe's trimmed thatch and semi-hard, uncut cock nearly pop straight from his cargo shorts. "Oh! No panties. Very sexy." Shae teases, releasing the tip of his head from its fabric prison, tracing her nails along his exposed thighs, enjoying his shivers. "Can I touch it?", her cute request. "You can do anything you like to it. Like, literally anything." he replies exuberantly.
Shae laughs again, "You should be careful who you say that to. Intentions are pervasively invisible." Taking Joe's semi-hard cock in her left hand, Shea spits in her right and begins gently massaging and stroking Joey. He lets out a quiet moan and struggles to keep his eyes focused on the road as Shea tends his rod, sometimes revealing and teasing his sensitive head, sometimes massaging it in its sheath. His strong thighs flex under his shorts as he feels the urge to thrust into her groping hold. Swerving a bit as he flexes into her again, she giggles and says, "Maybe we should pull over for a minute."