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the clapping burst forth, Marie and Leila pulled open the drapes to take another curtain call. I stood there, watching them in all their glory, curtseying inches away from me. As they left
the stage once more, I said to the audience, “Well, I think I need to have a lie-down now…probably backstage.” I winked as I bowed and took my leave.
    The two performers seemed calm and neat now in their lingerie, putting things away in boxes and bags. Had my moment passed?
    â€œI’ll go and clear up,” I said.
    â€œCome back when you’re done,” said Leila, giving me an intense look that could mean only one thing. Marie raised an eyebrow at her. I just nodded.
    I tried to ignore the fact that my hands were shaking as I helped a mohawked young Freddy to clear the stage. She’d brought the cleaning gear from behind the bar and was already energetically engaged in her task. I wrapped the honored cucumber in paper towels before dropping it into the bin with the kind of respect I might give a dead bird in the garden.
    â€œI just went and had a wank,” said Freddy, with her usual lack of inhibition. “I couldn’t wait.”
    She must have been quick about it.
    â€œI think I may have something better lined up,” I told her. “I think…” I could barely say the words. “I think Leila is interested in me.”
    â€œOh, boy. Oh, girl! They are both so hot. Good luck!”
    I nipped into the unisex loos to wash my hands. I hadn’t been in a relationship for a while and I took every chance I could for sex, but this was an opportunity sent from heaven, so good that I didn’t quite believe it…until I passed Marie on her own at the bar and realized she had vacated the dressing room to give Leila some space.
    After hosting the cabaret on and off for the past year, I’ve had a few fantasies about what could happen in that room, but this would be the first time I’d put it to the test. I knocked and
entered. Leila was standing there, still in her panties, but she had removed the little lacy bra. She leaned back against the counter. “You came back,” she said, smiling. “My silver fox.”
    I didn’t trust myself to speak. I tried to make an asset of silence, cupping her face in my hand. Her skin was warm and smooth; her deep, dark eyes cheeky and seductive. I loved that she had just revealed everything to everyone but saved the after-party for me.
    â€œYou had better be packing,” she told me.
    I licked her face. Don’t ask me why. I just wanted to do it and I had the feeling I could do anything I wanted. I pressed into her so she could feel my hard cock through my jeans, its head pushing against her crotch through the thin lace of her panties. She gasped. I touched my lips to hers and they opened, our tongues meeting hungrily. I knew her performance had made us both hot in different ways.
    â€œDid you come onstage?” I asked.
    Leila shook her head. “It’s a performance ,” she said.
    â€œYou got fucked with that cucumber in front of all those horny people by that gorgeous friend of yours and you didn’t come?”
    â€œI need a butch to make me come,” she said, with an odd, ironic smile that meant it might be true or might just be a tease. I didn’t mind either way. It was a game I was willing to play.
    Her lipstick was still shining and I honed back in on that luscious mouth, her wet lips opening to mine. She was ready to melt for me. I slipped a hand into those gossamer panties and gasped at how wet she was. Her hips pushed forward and my fingers slid into that delicious cunt. “ Ohhh ,” she moaned from the back of her throat as we continued to kiss like hungry picnickers.
    Then she pulled her mouth from mine to murmur, “I don’t
have much time. Marie gets tired…with the pregnancy.” She grabbed at my hair and spoke right in my face. “Just fuck me with your