The Stage Manager gets things ready and gives me an intro.
I dance out on the stage, alone.
I'm in the usual Pussycat Lounge costume of French bra, lace garter belt, lace top nylons and stiletto heels.
I dance around the stage a bit and when I get back to my starting point there's a nude male waiting for me.
He is a body builder and he's not dancing, just posing with all of his rippling muscles.
I dance around him and use him as a sort of prop for my dancing.
I rub my hand over his bulging muscles and even grab his suddenly erect cock to cheers and cat calls from the audience.
I then dance back around the stage, giving the audience lots of jiggle and lots of wide open pussy.
When I get back to a certain point on the stage, there's a second nude muscle man waiting for me.
I dance around the second muscle man in the same fashion I danced around the first guy, but without the cock grab.
As I start away from him, the second muscle man reaches his hand out to me and I flirt with his reaching arm but don't take the hand and instead dance back to the first guy.
I do the same routine again with the first guy, including the cock grab.
As I start away from him, the first muscle man now reaches after me.
Again, I flirt with his reaching arm but again dance on away from him and show the audience some more prime Nocturne.
I dance back in front of the audience and audience and show them some more tits and pussy.
I tell them, “You hornys aren't to reach out for me.
You can just keep your horny hands in your pockets.
However, if the guy in the back keeps up what he's doing, he'll go blind!”
The crowd loves it and it gets them involved in my dance.
I do the same dance routine again, only now with three guys.
However, this time little Nocturne doesn’t completely avoid the reaching hands.
Some of the reaching hands actually appear to caress my breasts.
Of course, since the state law doesn't allow that sort of touching on stage, it has to be only simulated.
Right?
I dance back in front of the audience and audience and show them some more tits and pussy.
I also tell the audience that the muscle boys are taking advantage of me and that I'm so hot that stuff is running down my leg.
The crowd not only doesn't take pity on me, they have numerous very bawdy suggestions.
I now own the crowd!
I do the same dance routine again, only now with four guys.
However, Nocturne’s luck is running out.
Some of the hands actually appear to caress my breasts and some of the hands actually seem to brush my ass.
Of course, if you're in the audience, you imagine it's your hands doing the touching.
Dream on, customer boys!
I finish my act by dancing through a line of muscle men who are all trying to grab me in slow motion.
I barely manage to avoid them, mainly by making pivots and changes of direction that keep me out of their grasp while allowing me to expose my pussy quite a bit.
I finish as the muscle men chase me off the stage in slow motion while I yell “Help!”
I get back to the ladies dressing room and flop in a chair, while Desiree pays off the muscle men.
Taffy then escorts the muscle men off somewhere.
I can still hear the crowd yelling for more out front.
One of the girls who is helping Heat Wave comes over and complains about the men in the ladies dressing room.
She asks me, “Do you think it's a whorehouse in here?”
I tell her, “No, honey.
However, I'm sure that Taffy or some of his boys can find you one if you really want that sort of thing.”
(I shrug here and turn away.) Then I say to my ladies, “To each her own.”
The girl stomps away mad for some unknown reason.
Heat Wave dances her third contest dance.
However, after the sight of nude muscle men chasing me around the stage, the one bikini clad male just does not seem to hit the right note with the customers.
The customers begin yelling nasty things about the male dancer’s supposed sexual orientation.
They also make some suggestions that aren't just rude, but physically impossible for a man.
As you might imagine, Heat Wave’s third dance routine doesn't go at all well.
She and her partner are very upset with the actions of the audience and they abandon their routine after the second song and walk off the stage.
Heat Wave and her male partner stalk through the ladies dressing room.
They gather their stuff and throw on coats.
They're preparing to leave.
On the way out, Heat Wave stops to tell me, “Nocturne, you're the rankest bitch I have ever seen.”
I sweetly tell her, “Oh, then you need to buy a full length mirror for your place Dearie!
Here, I have some cash so you won't have to go out and work the streets to afford what you need.”
Heat Wave flips me the bird and leaves along with her entourage.
Good riddance!
However, we promised the customers four acts and four acts they'll get.
The fourth dance is to be a completely naked dance.
No clothes, no shoes, no strip and not even any fetish gear.
My intent here was to take Heat Wave out of her training and to make her dance without shoes and without a French bra to take away the long training she has dancing with those items.
Heat Wave has now given up, but I still need to give the customers the promised fourth dance.
Desiree goes and talks to the Stage Manager.
She tells him that Heat Wave has “Cunt and run.”
She then tells him that Nocturne will dance her fourth contest dance even without any competition.
The Stage Manager tells the audience the situation and it sounds angry out there among the customers.
I need to get out there and calm them down.
I have planned my naked dance with a partner.
I had planned to do this all along and somehow just forgot to tell Heart Wave.
(How very forgetful of me!)
My partner is a local black male porn star.
He bills himself as '12 inches of hanging death!'
He has brought with him three items for our act.
Of course, he brought his 12 inches.
He also brought a very little, very sexy nightie that I gave him to practice with.
He also fetches me the cloth sample that I bought just for this act.
The Stage Manager quiets the crowd down by announcing that, “Heat Wave has cunt and run.
However, Nocturne will now dance her final number.
When you see Nocturne’s final dance, you won’t miss ol’ what’s-her-name at all!”
It gets a little quiet and I rip the cloth with a loud enough sound that the audience can hear it.
I then sort of run/dance out on the stage to a wild afro tune, heavy on the drums.
I'm a naked white lady, running in fear from something.
The something appears in the form of the nude black man waving a sexy little scrap of nightie he has obviously just torn from the body of white lady.
The black man and I dance back and forth across the stage in slow motion.
I might even have been able to escape the black man, but the poor naked white lady keeps stopping to try to cover herself with her hands.
The black man might even have been able to catch me, but he keeps stopping to flourish his big black cock at the terrified white lady.
After a bit, the black man adopts a new tactic.
He tries to snare the white lady by tossing the little scrap of nightie at the white lady in an attempt to net her.
However, the white lady is too clever for him and she catches the little scrap of nightie and puts it on.
However, bad luck.
The little scrap of cloth doesn't even reach down far enough to cover her pussy.
Plus, there are major openings at each side and the whole thing is made out of very see through material.
Clearly our white lady is not buying her nighties on the basis of coverage here!
The white lady turns to the audience to make damn sure they have a good view of the fact that white lady realizes the hopelessness of using the nightie to cover her.
Her face shows shock and disbelief.
She then shrugs and pulls off the nightie and throws it in the face of the charging black man.
The black man, blinded by the little froth of lace and see through nylon, misses the white lady and we dance a slow motion chase around the stage to the beat of the African drums.
The entire dance/chase is done in very slow motion.
Each change of direction is planned so that my pussy and my wildly jiggling tits are nicely positioned for the viewing pleasure of the audience.
The chase finally ends as I run off the stage, still pursued by the black man, as the drums reach a crescendo.
Then the black man screams an obvious cry of triumph as the performance ends.
Back in the ladies dressing room I'm suddenly exhausted.
I flop down on a chair as Desiree pays off the black man.
Desiree than tells me that it's a madhouse out front.
The waitresses are taking guys into the back rooms and fucking their brains out.
The night will be a legend in the area.
In addition, the word will spread that Nocturne beat the fabled Heat Wave in a dancing contest.
Desiree then leaves me to go out front and get some of the fuck money for herself.
I shower and dress.
I'm just going to go home, but I find myself putting on my French bra, lace garter belt, lace top nylons and stiletto heels as if I were going to go out and dance again.
I view myself in the mirror and then throw on my coat, carrying my street dress over my arm.
I leave The Pussycat Lounge, nude except for the coat.
It just seems right, but I have no idea exactly why.
Nocturne The Business Lady
M
Y FIRST PRIVATE PARTY was a huge success, mainly due to my carefully planned seduction of T. William Smith, the CEO.
I was able to seduce T. William despite the fact that he had a bad case of limp cock.
With a major effort on my part, I got the limp cock hard and T. William then used my pussy for a little trip down memory lane.
The extra effort was well worth it.
T. William spread the word, in certain circles, that Nocturne is better than Viagra.
The CEO endorsement guaranteed more lucrative future parties.
Andre, the Manager at The Pussycat Lounge tells me he got a call.
The CEO of a major company wants Nocturne for a private party.
I'm to talk to the man and set up as many Pussycat Lounge girls as I can for the party.
I tell Andre that I'll talk to the man and I also tell him what I want here.
Andre, at first tells me I'm using foreign words.
He means words like commission and percentage of the take.
I tell him that it's not foreign language, it's business.
If The Pussycat Lounge wants the business I get a percentage of the take.
Andre won't listen to reason and I have to talk to the owner.
Once again, we have more language difficulty, but I finally do get an agreement for a percentage of the take!
I then go and talk to the CEO who wants to throw the party.
I'm not gonna’ tell you the guy is crooked.
However, after we shake hands, I count my fingers.
The CEO is doing a takeover of another company.
The guy whose company is being taken over isn't happy.
Thus, I'm to provide girls who'll fuck the brains out of the guys who are being taken over.
The CEO figures that a guy who has just fucked a girl’s pussy is less likely to scream about being ass fucked financially.
Who knows, he may be right.
I'm able to talk the takeover CEO, one Lanny Gellerman, into letting me set up what he calls, 'The merger party.'
Lanny and I discuss what he wants to accomplish and how the party needs to be set up to accomplish his goals.
Once I understand exactly what Lanny wants, I rent a place to hold the party.
I arrange for food, booze and, of course, girls.
None of what I get is cheap.
Then again, Lanny doesn't want cheap, he wants to get the merger done on his terms.
From my past experience with being required to learn a little about pro sports, local night clubs and such in order to become a party girl, I decide it'll be a good idea to learn a little about mergers.