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enough.
    When I reach my dressing room, I'm once more greeted
with the sight of Charlotte and Matilda, the same two hair stylists
and make up artists who got me ready last time.
    So, I shower, wash myself all over, and let them pamper
and prepare me with such meticulous care that soon I'm transformed
from 'hot' to stunningly beautiful. My hair, however, isn't wavy this
time but straight, and my make up is slightly different, bringing
out the light blue of my eyes better than before.
    I'm also dressed not only in sexy panties and bra, but
in a small skirt, a white shirt, and high heels that make me look a
little slutty.
    Perhaps the audience have requested such a look this
evening?
    This time, however, Randall doesn't greet me or take me
to the stage door at the end of the corridor. I merely walk it alone,
feeling just as nervous as before, and step through without any words
of support and reassurance outside.
    Now, it's seems, I'm already trusted to know what to do.
    A man waits for me. And he's different too.
    He wears a mask, like Brett, with his jaw and mouth
exposed but his face obscured from his nose upwards. He stands
taller, stronger looking. He's also dressed, unlike before, with a
pair of black pants and a white shirt adorning what looks to be a
perfectly crafted frame.
    A smile rises on my face, and I move forward, noting the
alternations of the room as well. The bed is still there, but this
time the sheets are a dark red. There's a lower lighting in the room,
more of a romantic, moody atmosphere that creates small shadows here
and there.
    Music plays lightly, setting the scene, and in the
corner candles burn, letting off the smell of incense. The entire
room feels more amorous, less neutral and, frankly, lifeless as it
was before with nothing but the bed and white sheets and the bright
lighting above.
    The man ahead of me stands waiting for me by the bed. He
doesn't advance like Brett did. He just waits until I reach him,
unmoving.
    Not a word is spoken between us as his hands start
tracing over my face. His fingers run along my lips, brush my hair
out of the way of my eyes, tickle down my neck in a sultry, delicate
fashion.
    Soon they move onto my shirt, unbuttoning the top slowly
until my cleavage is revealed. His fingers snake inside, beneath my
bra, running over the top of my breasts and teasing at my hardening
nipples.
    He opens my shirt, but leaves it on, and I do the same
to him, revealing a body tightly packed with firm, hard muscle. He
moves me onto the bed, and sits me down. His hands disappear under my
skirt and reappear gripping my pink panties, pulling them down my
legs, over my heels, and discarding them to the floor.
    Leaving my skirt on, he pulls my legs open and his head
disappears between my thighs. The sharp buzz of electricity zaps
through me like a shot as I feel the sudden, warm wetness of his
tongue meet with my folds, licking them up and down, moving around
the outside of my vagina and finishing at my clit.
    Fingers join the party, diving inside me and coming out
sodden. They enter again and again, his digits and tongue and lips
all working in perfect unison to force my body to start shaking, my
mind to start whirling.
    Everything inside me calls with joy, my throat already
gargling with salacious delirium. Sounds escape me that I've never
made, jolts of pleasure rush through me that I've never felt. And all
the while I forget that there's anyone watching at all.
    I don't try to scream of moan for the sake of the
watching millionaires and billionaires. I do it because I have to,
because if I don't make those sounds I feel as if my body will
explode.
    He develops such a rhythm that within only a few minutes
my entire structure is convulsing in the throes of an orgasm, my
pussy growing wetter and wetter and demanding more.
    Before the convulsions die down, with my eyes closed and
my entire being unaware of anything but the pleasure between my
thighs, I suddenly feel the shape of a large dick