"Quick dear, let's get you out of that costume!" said Sonya, as she took hold of Jenny's hand. Many of the performers had gathered around the backstage area to watch her performance, and gave her a nice hand as they scurried back to her changing room. Jenny felt several pats on her rump, as she passed quickly down the narrow walkway!
"This is NOT what I had in mind! I want to go home now!" she cried, as soon as the door to her dressing room had shut. Sonja turned and gave her a solemn look. "Dear, that's just vat the boss vants you to do! If you quit now, then he gets to keep all the money charity money! He vant's you to quit! He told me this backstage vile you ver out performing. Apparently it vas in the contract you signed!"
Jenny shook her head, realizing she was in a terrible position. At the game show, she had jeopardized their mortgage. Now she would be taking away money from innocent children!
"I vil leave you alone for a minute, dear. Go ahead and get out of that costume, Here's cream you can use to remove the makeup. Vatever you decide vill be OK vith me. I'll be back in five minutes." Sonja turned, and left the room, pulling the door shut behind her.
Jenny slipped the stocking down over her wide hips, and reached around to grasp the tail. She winced as she slowly removed the plug from her ass, feeling great relief as if finally slipped free. She finished slipping her legs out, and tossed it into a clothes hamper in disgust. She saw bright red welts criss-crossing her bare ass in the vanity mirror, though most were already beginning to fade. She slipped into a cotton robe, which was hanging from a hook on the door, and sat down in front of the mirror, her bottom still smarting from the riding crop.
"Why does this always happen to me!" she cried to herself, as she slowly wiped the makeup from her face. She stared back at her pouting lips and glum expression in the mirror. Visions of an old movie floated in her mind, where a pauper child held his empty bowl up in a charity kitchen, asking if there was any more food, please, as tears rolled down his cute little face. "Oh, crap!" she said, throwing the hand towel down on top of the tiger costume, making her mind up to proceed.
The door opened, and Jenny turned her head around. Sonja peeked in. "So vat did you decide, dear?" she asked. "You can tell that jerk to stop counting his money!" said Jenny with determination. "I'm going to finish the day, no matter what!" Sonja smiled broadly as she entered the room, followed by a young, athletic looking girl with short blond hair.
"This is Sally, from the Flying Meranda's" she said, motioning to the attractive young girl, who held her hand out to Jenny. "We loved your show!" she said with a twinkle in her eye, handing a package to Sonja. "The guys want you to do a stunt with them. I brought one of my extra costumes for you to wear." She was wearing a tiny blue bodice, which closely followed her curves. It had thin shoulder straps, which tied together behind the neck. It flattered her small bust-line quite nicely. There was a matching skirt, very short with slits up both sides, and a flashy fringe. Fishnet stockings and blue slip on booties completed the ensemble. "I'll see you in a few minutes!" she said as she turned, and zipped back out the door.
Sonja set the package down and opened it, saying, "I am so proud of you dear! Al vill be just furious! It serves him right though, the greedy bastard." She handed Jenny a pair of fishnet stockings, with wide black stay-up bands. She didn't remember seeing the bands on Sally's costume! Shrugging her shoulders, she slipped them on. They pulled up to within an inch of her crotch, and hugged her legs tightly. Next she was handed a blue silk bottom piece, which she stepped into and tried to pull up. They wouldn't slide up over her hips, despite being made of stretchy material. Apparently Sally was much more petite then Jenny!
There were ties at the sides, which Jenny loosened. She then pulled the small strip of material up tight between her legs, and re-tied the sides as securely as she could across the top of her waist. The scant material was now wedged tightly into her crotch, between the lips of her pubes and the cleft of her ass. She reached down and spread the material out, covering her privates as best as she could. She slipped the skirt up over her hips, and removed the robe she had been wearing.
Sonja handed her the bodice, which she worked over her arms, and pulled up and over her head, working it down beyond her full breasts. Taking hold of the loose strings, she brought them up behind her neck, stretching shiny blue triangles of material tightly over her cleavage. Sonja helped her to tie the straps together, as she examined her reflection in the mirror.
Both the sides and the tops of both breasts were exposed, bulging out beyond the constraints of the small amount of material. The skirt fit comfortably because of the side slits, but they gapped open on both sides, revealing the stocking bands and the bare skin of her hips under the skirt! The ties of the underwear were sticking out at the top of the slits.
"You look mavelous, dear!" said Sonya as she lightly caressed Jenny's bare midriff. "I vish I could keep my tummy this flat. Ve must find Sally now! She grabbed her hand and pulled her out the door, down the hall back towards the auditorium. They approached three people, standing beside the entrance to the arena. There was a young man, dressed in a tight bodysuit of the same material as hers. He was very muscular in stature, and ruggedly handsome. Sally was there also, with another young lady dressed in a similar, though less revealing outfit.
As Jenny approached, they turned around to greet her. She noticed they all shared a strong family resemblance. The name "Flying Meranda's" suddenly clicked, and she realized that they were a family of trapeze artists! "Hurry up Jenny, we're running late!" said Sally, as they jumped through the entrance together. The applause picked up as soon as the crowd saw them, and the ring announcer began his introductions. They trotted out to a large net, which had been suspended in the center of the arena, at about head height. Jenny hurried along after them, holding her arms tight to her chest to prevent her breasts from slipping out of the brief top. She hoped that she wasn't recognized from the earlier stunt.
They ran up to the net, where a ladder was mounted, which extended straight up one of the tent support poles. Jenny craned her head up, and saw a platform mounted high above the stadium floor at the top. The young girl grabbed the ladder, and started climbing effortlessly, straight up. Next was Sally, who stopped after a few rungs, and looked back down at her. "Come on Jenny, don't worry, we'll take good care of you!" Jenny felt a hand on her back, as the man smiled and said "Ladies first, miss! I'll catch you if you fall!
Jenny took a deep breath, and grabbed a ladder rung, starting to climb up the ladder after her. "Remember not to look down!" said the man, giving her ass a playful smack as she rose up above him. She followed his advice, and looked straight up towards Sally. Now she understood why he wanted to be last. She had a view straight up her Sally's skirt at her wiggling butt. Jenny also noticed that Sally had full spandex bicycle shorts on, rather then the small scrap of material Jenny was wearing! She had no choice but to give the man a show, as she struggled to keep up with Sally. Of course, the arena cameraman also closely followed her ascent, providing a large screen view of her progress to the crowd!
