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I wanted to sink my dick in her andfillher. I visualized releasing my seed in her, just fucking burying my cock as deep as I could and sending my come as deep as I could. The idea that it could be me swelling those delicious curves of her body made the need in me so tense and urgent that I had to fight my desire to move closer and take her right here in the middle of the dressing room.
Maybe if we fuck once it’ll stop my fantasies of wanting to fill her, breed her, turn her upside down when I come in her so not a drop of my seed falls out of her pussy.
When she sees me looking at her, she drops her eyes quickly, and I finally force myself to look away, sitting down at my dressing table so no one would know my cock had gotten hard at the thought of sinking it so deep into Elowyn’s pussy that my seed would never let go.
I can’t get excited about the idea of fucking anybody else. Nobody else even interests me. I feel restless, jittery without the release. I need El.
13
ELOWYN
Right from the beginning, the first Out of This World Fantasy & Sci-Fi Night felt a little dangerous. It was very flattering that it was so popular, but the room was absolutely packed to the rafters and, since we had done half off drinks, there was an attitude of convivial drunkenness before the show even began.
I tried to relax as the actual show started. Muggsy might look like a stick insect, but he was an absolute choreographing genius. The show was amazing. Even Je Sweet was on what for her was her best behavior.
There was no denying how talented Sweet was, and she made a disturbingly big and attractive elf, her seafoam green dress straining against her powerful thighs.
I was sitting in a seat beside the stage that Beau had designated and reserved as mine. Apparently it was “so I didn’t interfere with the show,” which I thought was supremely unnecessary.
I was sipping my mojito when I noticed a drunk patron over by where Temptress was dancing. This guy had a big, bulky body, and no matter where she moved on the floor, he moved closer. I saw him wave a stack of bills at her, wanting her to come over to get them, and when she did, he stuffed them in her bra, waving his tongue lasciviously at her. Tress danced away but I narrowed my eyes and moved closer.
I didn’t see our security. I knew they were around to make sure the patrons didn’t harass the queens. But around here Je Sweet was the queen bee and she was not someone even a drunk patron would take on more than once. Temptress, slight and delicate, was a different matter, though. I got up out of my chair.
As I moved over closer, the big guy tried it again. “Come here, baby girl,” he tried to coo, putting a $20 in his mouth.
It was nearing the end of the Saturday night show, which meant that, no matter what the theme of the night was, ‘Dancing Queen’ was now playing so loud for the tourists that I could feel it all through my chest cavity. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Je Sweet in the center of the stage hanging from the rafters in her seafoam green minidress, her long powerful legs stretching in an impossible upside-down split, whirling that long blonde hair around to the music.
I saw Tress hesitate, but she went over to the patron, swaying her hips in the aquamarine mermaid costume she had made herself.
She took the $20, and as she turned around, he slapped her on the ass.
It was so loud in the club that I doubted the security guards could have heard me even if I had screamed at the top of my lungs, so I just inserted myself in between Tress and the big drunk guy, sticking my finger in his face.
“Back up, asshole!” I yelled at him. “What part ofno touching the queensdo you not fucking understand?”
I saw him making a drunken face at me, and he said, “Just a bit of fun. That was a big enough tip to get a little ass.”
I felt the rage rising in my body and I shoved him back as hard as I could. “That’s not how it fucking works, asshole!” I said. “Get out of here.”
Well, he was kind of drunk and sloppy and he reached out and gave me half of a clout on the ear, sending me staggering back, my head ringing with the contact.
He stupidly moved toward me again, but suddenly Je Sweet was there, and she grabbed my shirt with one hand, pulling me away from the patron. Then she stepped between us. The drunk guy was tall, over 6 foot at least, but Je Sweet towered above him. I saw her grab the man by the throat, closing big fingers around his windpipe.
I gasped, my head still spinning. Sweet held me crushed against her with one hand, the other hand squeezing at the man’s neck as his fingers scrabbled ineffectively, clawing at the queen’s arm to try to get free.
But Je Sweet was way too strong.
I finally got my breath back and I pulled at Sweet from the side.
“Let him go!” I gasped.
Je Sweet flicked one blue eye at me but she didn’t release the man.
“Comeon,” I said, grabbing at her arm. “You’re going to get in trouble, Sweet. You’ll get arrested.”
My voice sounded panicky and out of control, and then she did let him go, reluctantly, and the man staggered back, gasping for air.
“Get the fuck out of here,” Sweet said. “I don’t want to see your fucking face in this club again.”
