| The Show of Our Lives Hi there, Leslita boys and girls. I don't want to reveal my real name but I think many of you know me already. I've been an adult movie star most of my life and I'm pretty well known for my lesbian work and for my very large round butt, which I used to hate but now I guess I like it almost as much as my fans. It's made me some money, anyhow. Things in the porn industry have been a lot tougher recently. It probably the movie piracy that has driven a lot of the money away from the business. Veterans like me find it particularly hard, I turned fifty a while back. However I can still make money with this body of mine, and I think I'm still pretty damn hot. I've been supplementing my income by appearing on the live show circuit with my young pal Sally. She's only eighteen but says she's twenty-one so we can do our thing in all fifty states. Needless to say we do a lesbian act. Sally doesn't need to do it as she's still in great demand (you probably saw her in "Strap on Sally 23") but she has fun and likes being with me. She seems to really like sucking my pussy too, especially when people are watching. We've done our share of gentleman's clubs and bachelor parties but now live shows are more popular, and our reputation is very good, we can pick and choose. We only perform for women these days and we're starting to offer "extras" to them for twenty to fifty extra bucks. After turning an audience on it seems only right to give them a chance to feel the merchanise a little. The amazing thing just lately is the way formerly rather conservative women's groups have started to hire us. I mean like weight-watchers groups and sewing circles. Last month a cordon bleu cookery club, all of them in their fifties and sixties, hired us for their fun night. Sally was in her element because she has quite a thing for older women, I mean even older than me. After the show is was great to see those elegant older ladies, cash in hand, lining up for a taste of young cunt. Sally made a small fortune in extras and I didn't do badly either. The show I really wanted to tell you about took place a couple of days ago. A weekend booking showed up on our internet site. We don't normally like to work weekends so we charge top dollar, but this customer didn't seem to care. We have a flashing "women only" banner on the site now so we were pretty sure this was a lady or ladies. On the appointed Saturday night we donned our stage clothes. They are all design for quick removal and I guess they're a bit cliched. We looked like cheap whores, but that's what most of our customers expect. We wore fur coats over everything so as not to draw too much attention and set out for the gig. The satnav took us to a big country house about five miles out of town. The sign at the end of the drive said this was St. Catherine's Private School for Girls. I looked at Sally, who smiled back. "Staff party I guess," I said. She nodded. We drove through the open gates and onto the gravel at the front of the house. The place looked deserted. Suddenly a small cloaked figure appeared with a torch, beckoning us around the back of the house. We followed until the torch motioned us to stop. In the dark we could just see a larger, more modern building. In the darting torchlight we could occasionally make out "St Kate's Gym" in colored lettering above the large glass door. Feeling slightly nervous we got out of the car. The torch turned towards us and we stood there in the beam. Spontaneously we opened our coats to reveal our rather outrageous attire. It seemed like the right thing to do to break the ice. The torch beam moved slowly up and down both of us. After taking everything in, the figure approached. "Hi, girls," said the figure, throwing back the hood of the cloak. Our guide was a pretty red-haired girl around twelve years of age. "I'm Cecille." "Hello Cecille," I said after a pause. "Who's running the show tonight?" "I am," she said with mock indignance. "Follow me." We followed Cecille to the gym doors which slid open automatically. The lights inside came on. It was warm inside the ante-room and Cecille took off her cloak. She looked very fetching in her school uniform of red blazer and white pleated skirt. I found myself hoping she would be watching the show too. I was dying to undress for her. I'd always been strongly attracted to little girls but never really done anything about it. I got more sex than I needed in the porn industry but the sex I really craved was limited to looking at pictures of the sweet little things and masturbating. I noticed some champaigne in a cooler on a small table by the door. "I thought you might like a drink before the show," Cecille said, pouring three glasses. Sally and I downed ours gratefully and Cecille followed suit. She seemed used to it. Cecille poured more drinks and pulled out a huge wad of money. I estimated it was the two thousand we asked for. She divided it roughly in two and handed one half to me. "I thought half now, the rest when you finish at...say...ten?" "That's fine," I said putting the wad in my sequined red handbag. "That's not all your money is it?" "Everyone in the club made a contribution," Cecille explained. "The club?" "The St Catherine's Lesbian Fun Club!" Cecille said proudly. "I'm the President!" To be continued |