Dominated

Watching Kim onstage had gotten Carla into an almost unbearable state -- nipples throbbing, pussy pulsing. She decided that something needed to be done about this immediately, if not sooner. If she'd been wearing a skirt, she would have made Annabel go down on her right there under the table. Instead she stood Annabel up, took her by the hand, and led her quickly to the bathroom.

Ducking into a stall and pulling Annabel behind her, Carla stripped off her pants, folded them, and hung them over the side of the stall. She had gone commando underneath, and there was immediately a waft of female arousal from between her legs as she sat down atop the toilet seat.

Annabel knew what was expected from her, and fortunately the bathroom seemed to have been set up for this very activity. The stall was roomy and there was a plush, clean-looking bath mat for her to kneel on. After slipping one finger between Carla's slick pussy lips, Annabel leaned down and started to lick.

When Carla had gotten what she wanted she stood up and pulled her pants on. As soon as she vacated the seat Annabel took it, lifting her skirt and starting to rub herself as Carla left. Closing the stall door and turning toward the door, Carla saw a pair of high heels sticking out from under the adjoining stall; apparently they weren't the only ones to be affected by the performance. Carla was tempted to peek underneath and see what was going on, but decided to give whoever it was their privacy.

When she returned to their table, she found Kim being chatted up by a tall, striking black woman with a shaved head. Carla winked at her friend and made her way to the bar, where she was helped by the same cute bartender as before.

"Friend of yours?" asked the bartender, nodding her head toward Kim.

"Yeah," responded Carla. "We went to school together, in fact."

"She's pretty hot," said the bartender as she sat their drinks in front of Carla. Looking Carla up and down she said, "You're not too bad yourself."

"Yeah," said Carla with a grin as she gathered up the drinks, "I know." As she turned away a few possibilities for later began to drift idly through her mind; at the moment she felt completely relaxed and calm, looking forward to the second part of the show.

She'd only been lost in thought for a few seconds, but by the time she got back to the table Kim was gone. Looking toward the door, Carla just caught sight of Kim's back as she exited with one long brown arm wrapped around her.

This left Carla with an extra drink, which she sampled as Annabel reappeared, looking a little rumpled but none the worse for wear. It tasted like at least half vodka. Carla sat it down and picked up her beer, determined to pace herself. The night was still young.

* * *

When Blair reappeared onstage she still looked the same from the waist up -- long blond hair, priestly collar, exposed cleavage -- but had changed into a pair of skintight leather pants. A sizable bulge in the crotch indicated that she was packing some heat, and she was wearing not one but two black belts around her waist.

During the intermission stagehands had erected a divider and placed chairs on either side. Blair sat down in one and crossed her legs, playing absentmindedly with a string of prayer beads. A few seconds later a woman dressed as a nun appeared and sat down on the other side.

The "nun's" face was familiar to Carla; her name was Mona and she was anything but chaste. She was a bit of a slut, in fact; Carla knew that first-hand. As she thought this Carla smiled to herself; judging by how her summer had been going so far, she was hardly one to talk.

There was a small window in the divider which Mona now slid open. "Bless me, Father," she intoned ritually, "for I have sinned."

"Yes, my child," answered Blair. "What have you done this time?"

"Well, Father... Sister Mary Dolores and I have been... um... sinning again. Several times, actually. But it's not my fault, Father, I swear. It's Sister Mary Dolores. She... she tempts me."

"Sister, how many times have we had this same discussion?" asked Blair. "Must I remind you again of what it says in Book of James?" She picked the bible that had been sitting next to her chair and began to read: "But every person is tempted when he is drawn away, enticed and baited by his own evil desire. Then the evil desire, when it has conceived, gives birth to sin, and sin, when it is fully matured...."

As she read another "nun" appeared at the back of the stage and crept slowly up behind Mona. The newcomer was a Latina with dark brown skin and thick black eyebrows. When she was close she reached around and clamped one hand over Mona's mouth; Mona's eyes bugged out but she didn't make a sound. The Latina's other hand snaked around and began to grope her chest.

Blair was still droning on, seemingly oblivious -- "Get rid of all uncleanness and the rampant outgrowth of wickedness, and in a humble spirit receive and welcome the Word which implanted and rooted contains the power..." -- as the Latina nun came around in front of Mona and dropped to her knees. She dipped her head toward the floor and it disappeared underneath Mona's habit.

A few seconds later Mona let out a sharp gasp, and Blair paused in her reading. "Is everything OK, Sister?"

"Oh, yes, Father. Just fine. Please continue with the verse, it's very instructive." Blair resumed but no one was paying any attention to her; every eye on the room was on the head shape visible under Mona's habit as it moved up and down, back and forth.

Finally Mona let out a gurgling, helpless groan and Blair snapped the bible closed. Mona leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes as Blair stood up and walked around the divider. Blair stood for a moment watching, shaking her head ruefully. Then she took off one of her belts, folded it in half, and brought it down hard on the Latina's ample butt.

An "Ow!" was heard from underneath Mona's habit, and shortly a head emerged and looked up at Blair. "That hurt."

Blair sneered at her. "That was nothing." She gestured to the desk that was still sitting to one side of the stage. "Bend over that desk." When there was no immediate movement Blair barked, "Now," punctuating it with another crack of the belt.

The Latina scrambled to obey and Blair looked at Mona, whose eyes were now open. "You too."

When both "nuns" were bent over the desk Blair used the belt she was holding to bind the Latina's hands behind her back, then took off the other one and did the same to Mona. She lifted both habits to reveal two lovely asses, one alabaster and thin, the other bronze and rounded.

Blair gave each of them one symbolic whack on the rump with the bible, then sat it down; it was not much good as an instrument of punishment. Fortunately there were two canes in the top drawer of the desk. She pushed one into the two women's mouths and had them bite down on it. "This may sting a bit," she said.

Beginning with soft blows to each "nun's" thighs, Blair gradually moved upward, ramping up the intensity until both asses were glowing solid red. By then she was breathing hard and her eyes were blazing. Dropping the cane to the ground, Blair lifted Mona without apparent effort and deposited her face-up on the desk. With one hand Blair spread Mona's legs and pushed the Latina's head between them; with the other she pulled down her zipper and out sprung a formidable-looking purple strap-on.

Kicking the Latina's legs farther apart, Blair wasted no time burying the dildo to the hilt in her cunt. She moaned into Mona's crotch and appeared to teeter, nearly losing her balance. So Blair took hold of her waist and drove in even further, pinning her against the edge of the desk.

Reaching down, Blair coated two fingers in Mona's juices, brought them to her mouth, and slowly licked them clean. As she watched Blair savor one woman's taste while relentlessly pounding into the other, Carla suddenly flashed back to a few days after her own appearance onstage. She'd been grocery shopping and seen a familiar face -- a blond woman shopping with her husband and two kids, maybe 8 and 10 -- but couldn't for the life of her figure out who it was.

Only after surreptitiously following them around for a few minutes did she realize that it was Blair, hair tied back in a ponytail, wearing no makeup and loose-fitting workout clothes. Her husband was not bad-looking, but balding and a little overweight. It all did not compute somehow. Carla found herself staring, had to make herself turn and walk away. When they passed each other near the checkout line, Carla kept her mouth shut and Blair showed no sign of recognition -- but then, just as she was almost past, gave Carla a wink.

Back in the club, Carla was startled from her reverie by the sound of someone near the back of the crowd dropping their beer bottle; when she returned her attention to the stage, Blair was now fucking Mona, whose legs were spread as wide as they would go. Mona's upper half was hidden under the Latina, who had pulled down her wimple to reveal a long, lustrous mane of jet black hair that bounced gently as its owner moved up and down. There was no way of knowing what was going on under her habit, but judging from the look on her face it was quite pleasurable.