The Rehearsal before the Show
Starring Kelly Monaco and Melanie Brown
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Kelly Monaco was very tired when she arrived at McCarran International airport in Las Vegas Nevada, after flying from Los Angeles. It had been a busy week for her. Besides the constant flights back and forth between the two cities, she was still working at her day job on "General Hospital," and the Wednesday filming had just finished taping when she hurried to catch the plane to Las Vegas.
The constant travel, her job on the soap opera, and all the dance rehearsals for the upcoming show in Sin City were combining to wear her out. When the plane landed, all she really wanted to do was head straight to the casino, check in as quickly as possible, and go up to her suite where she would be able to take a warm, restful bath.
She was thinking to herself , just how good the hot, fragrant water would feel caressing her naked body, and how it would help soothe her aching muscles. Just the thought of getting out of her tight clothes and relaxing, nude in the tub, and surrounded by the scintillating bubbles brought a smile to her face.
Then she felt her phone vibrate.
"Damn!" She said to herself as she fumbled in her pocket for her cell phone. "Hello?"
"Hi, Kelly. Are you here yet?"
"Yeah, Mel. I just arrived."
"Great! Come on over."
"I was planning to get some sleep first."
"Oh, come on, Kelly. We need to rehearse for the show. You remember your first week on Dancing with the Stars. I know you don't want that to happen to you again."
Kelly could not help thinking back to that first horrible week on that Dancing contest when her scores were just awful and a judge remarked, "What's wrong with your face? Did someone die in your family?" Yes, Kelly could never forget those cruel remarks from one of the judges Bruno.
She could not even fathom in her mind another bad night like that ever happening to her again. "I'll be right over, Mel."
"Great! See you soon. Bye."
Kelly was happy she had only brought a small carryon bag with her, so at least she would not have to wait for any luggage. All she had to worry about after stuffing her phone back into her purse was getting a cab, and she knew that one nice thing about Vegas is that they always have plenty of cabs around. She knew she would not have to wait more than a few minutes for one to come around.
The cabbie waiting for his next pick up was very happy when he noticed the brown-haired woman standing in line for a cab. He anticipated her being a pleasant ride for him, because she was so easy on the eyes, with designer jeans so tight they hugged every curve of her small ass. Above the pants, she wore a brown vest that covered her blouse, and he could see some cleavage peeking out over the top. He thought he recognized the brown-haired woman as he pulled forward to pick her up. He was just about ready to get out of his cab to greet her but, before he could, she had already hopped into the back seat of the cab.
"Hi, Miss. I'm Joe. Are you waiting for anyone else?"
"No, it's just me."
'Do you have any luggage, Miss?"
"No, just this," Kelly replied, pointing at the small zippered bag she had tossed into the back seat before entering the cab.
"Where to miss
Kelly was so busy fumbling with her bag that she did not even give him her name. She simply handed him a piece of paper with the address of Melanie's apartment.
Joe was pissed that his fare had not even bothered to tell him her name. "Arrogant little bitch!" he told himself.
The cabbie looked in the mirror and saw the women had opened her form-fitting vest and was lying back in the seat with her eyes closed. He smiled as he approached the exit to McCarran Airport and looked back again; he noticed her eyes were still closed. Joe decided he would take the "scenic route." Usually he only did that as a means to increase the cab fare of first time Las Vegas tourists, who never knew the difference, but this time he mostly wanted a little more time to ogle the sexy woman in the back seat.
Joe remembered her name; it was Kelly something. He could not recall her last name, but he did not really care what it was anyhow. He remembered seeing pictures of her scantily clad, almost nude body plastered all over town recently, because she was going to be in an adult style Vegas presentation called "Peepshow." He had heard the show was going to be a topless review playing over at Planet Hollywood Casino.
"Holy shit!" This bitch is going to be in that show," he said to himself.
Kelly had fallen asleep in the back seat and was dreaming about having to perform in front of a crowd of people. She was particularly apprehensive about dancing almost naked while a large audience watched, and having second thoughts about appearing on stage in the skimpy costumes that had been shown to her. Kelly knew her body was still in great shape for 32 years old, so she should be fine in that department, but the thought of dancing in front of an audience was causing her a little stress.
As her dream continued, the dancers onstage with her started rubbing their nearly naked forms against hers. Their hands began exploring her body as they surrounded her, and both male and female fingers began touching her curvy little figure. She could feel someone's hands on her breasts, lightly fondling them through her costume. Another hand was caressing her bare ass at the same time as the first pair was fondling her breasts.
Kelly's body felt like it was burning up from the heat of the stage, the music and the rhythm of the almost naked dancers surrounding her and grinding against her petite form. Her entire body was subjected to their freely roaming hands. Kelly could feel her nipples getting hard under her costume and, lowering her eyes, she was shocked to see her nipples peeking out of the thin fabric while Carmen, the busty, black dancer, was standing in front of her grinning at her.
"What are you doing to me? Don't touch me," she whispered, but with little conviction in her tiny voice. Even as she protested, Carmen was running her fingernails over the tops of Kelly's exposed nipples.
"You can't be doing this to me! Stop! Please, no, not here in front of everyone," Kelly softly mumbled to the statuesque dancer. "Oh, please, don't touch me, Carmen. Not now; maybe later."
"No! Wait! What am I thinking! Not again!" Kelly protested, as she recalled an experience in her life that she thought had been blocked out of her mind years ago. It had returned; she could already feel the dampness inside her pussy starting to build from the memory of what happened to her when she was younger.
"God Carmen is so beautiful," she thought, while the ebon-skinned object of her admiration continued to fondle her breasts and smile knowingly at her responses. Kelly could feel her body trembling under the exotic touches of the beautiful dancer.
"Oh god the girl knows my real name But how could she?" were the thoughts that came to mind.
"Wait! No, stop that!" Kelly blurted out.
She could feel the other dancers' hands trying to remove her skimpy costume bottom. "Why are they doing this to me?" she asked to nobody in particular. "It's as if they all want to undress me on stage so everyone can see me naked, but then what are they going to do with me? But there's the beautiful Carmen, looking at me like she wants to ravage my body on stage in front of everybody!"
The other dancers' hands continued roaming over Kelly's half-naked body, and their touching suddenly became more frightening to her. The dream became even more surreal in her mind and even more daring. Everyone was getting undressed on stage and the dancers were telling her to strip off her costume and join them in dancing nude. She could see Melanie now onstage already naked.
Her voice was echoing out to Kelly. "Come on, Kelly, you can do it. Take your clothes off!"
"I can't do it!" she thought. "No!" I can't
However, the other dancers kept encouraging her. "Take it off! Take it off! Take it off," they chanted at her.
Kelly felt her hands going up to her costume, reaching around to unfasten the bra but she stopped herself in midstream, shaking her head. "No! I can't do it!"
However, just then, another female dancer grabbed her costume and ripped it off her body exposing her bare breasts to the roaring crowd.
"Oh my god!" Kelly shrieked when she realized that she was standing on stage topless, in front of everyone. Clutching her exposed breasts in her hands, she started to run towards the stage exit.
As her dream continued, she was now backstage, safely away from the dancers and the crowd, but feeling guilty about not taking off her entire costume with the other dancers on stage. What she wanted was to strip completely naked, to feel the freedom of dancing nude with the others, but she could not go through with taking her clothes off.
The cabbie reached up nonchalantly to adjust his mirror again, aiming it toward his passenger's chest. She still had her eyes shut but there was a strange look on her face. Joe noticed, while he adjusted the mirror. That her blouse was completely unbuttoned and hanging open in the front, showing off both her breasts in the skimpy blue bra that barely concealed her nipples. .
"Wow! Nice tits for such a skinny bitch!" he exclaimed under his breath. "But her ass is a bit small for my taste. As he continued looking at her breasts, rising and falling under their almost non-existent bra, he told himself: "I would still fuck her. At least she has nice tits."
Joe wondered if the little bitch in his cab was really sleeping or just faking it to tease him with her big tits. It was bothering him a little; as he continued taking the long route to the address, she had given him earlier. Her cleavage, he noted, had a nice rich tan, and he could even see some freckles on the upper sides of her breasts. It also looked like her nipples were hard under her skimpy bra, as if she was aroused.
