After Dark (Open-ish)

[LitShark]

The rehearsal was breaking down, slowly but surely, everyone was dissipating. Pierrot was still unsatisfied with the amount of time they’d put in especially since several acts were changing. Yet Pierrot trusted his performers, he had to, besides they had yet to ever let him down. There were a lot of strange characters that ran with this “Carnivale” but above all they were talented performers.

Pierrot didn’t understand why this rag tag group was joined by such a unique affliction, or why they all seemed uniquely blessed with such talent either. But it was certain that to Pierrot at least, the trade off was worth it.

Alexis made her way down from the highwire trapeze platform and headed to the catering tent, it wouldn’t be long before everyone was clamoring for breakfast as well.

“Ok everyone, if you feel ready for the show you can go eat and tend to business.” Pierrot announced to the delight of most of the performers. “Remember though, it’ll be your asses on the line once those seats are filled. We’ve got a packed house tonight so bring your “A” game. I'm calling places by Noon. As always we open at 1:30 on the dot.”

Pierrot wished he’d had time for breakfast, there was still another set of risers he’d need to set up if they were going to have room for the throngs of people who he assumed would be buying tickets at the door. Not to mention the issue with Dani’s precious box.

Just as Pierrot was getting truly frustrated with all the responsibilities of being in charge of this madhouse Emily walked by and his jaw hit the dirt. Pierrot remembered when she’d bought that sexy leather outfit (Much at Pierrot’s behest), but she never seemed willing to wear it before an audience. Pierrot smiled the first genuine grin he’d struck all day.

“You look beautiful Emily. George would be proud.” Pierrot was careful not to voice the wicked thoughts of debauchery that were truly in his mind. He knew she wasn’t wearing it for him.

Just then Michaela slid her way down a rope back to the ground. Pierrot made his way over to her.

“Say Michaela…” Pierrot oozed with a lewd grin, “Want to help me set up another row of risers?”

She most likely expected a sexual proposition from him, but truth be told he had a greater need for capable hands than anything warm or wet.

 

[And 1]

Andrew turned and headed back to the bus to get changed into his act clothes. He had 4 differnt uniform's and looked at them to work out which to wear for this performance,"hmmm wore that red one last show so guess it's the blue and silver one this time" he concluded taking it off the clothes rack.

Andrew then stood in front of a mirror,as Pierrot wanted it stressed the sexiness of wearer in an effort to make the women watching dream sexy dreams of him that night.Satisfied Andrew slipped a jacket round his shoulder's and headed back outside,he saw Pierroit talking to Michela about something and decided to leave them unless called for

 

[caela]

“Say Michaela…” Pierrot oozed with a lewd grin, “Want to help me set up another row of risers?”

Micheala glanced up at Pierrot and started to chuckle softly. The man was a complete pain in the ass but he could make her laugh and that earned him brownie points. After all how many men could look at you like you were a longed for dessert while making such a mundane request as asking for help to set up risers?

"Want to? No. Will I? Yeah sure. We all need those seats filled as much as you want to see them filled and I could use something to kill the rest of the morning. And I'm certainly more dressed for it than most," she said with a grin as she glanced down at her jeans and t-shirt.

Sauntering past him to where the rest of the risers rested just waiting to be set up she paused just long enough to pull her dark curls into a ponytail before grabbing her end of the first riser.

"Well...you planning to help or not Pierrot? This thing may not be heavy but it's awkward as hell," she taunted with a mischievious glint in her eyes.

 

[LitShark]

"But of course Mademoiselle!” Pierrot chimed back, adopting his swarthy French accent he used when he emceed the show.

Pierrot grabbed the other end of he stacked contraption of wood and steel.

“Un, Dou, Tois!” Pierrot counted in French before lifting his end and carrying the heavy edifice over next to the ones that were already assembled.

Slowly but surely the two worked together, lifting the next level up, locking it into place, lifting up the next level and so on. Pierrot continually made eyes at Michaela as they worked, making silly faces of exertion each time the hinges snapped into place.

 

[caela]

“Un, Dou, Tois!”

Micheala chuckled softly at Pierrot's thickening accent and lifted when he did. It was hard work putting the risers together but satisfying as well and she couldn't keep herself from giggling as he continued to pull faces at her while they worked. She couldn't quite put her finger on what it was about him that could make her run so hot and cold toward him. Sometimes she wanted nothing more than to snuggle up next to him and sometimes she wanted to throw her daggers at him. She didn't even want to start in on the lust he could set burning through her.

Just the thought of it was enough to make a light blush color her cheeks though she hoped he didn't notice.

When at last the final riser was locked in place she breathed a sigh of relief and wiped her dirty hands off on her jeans before wiping sweat away from her forhead with the back of her hand. Looking up at him she grinned silently seeing the way the exertion had smeared and melted his makeup.

"All right Bozo," she teased impishly, "The risers are up and I now am in desperate need of a shower however is there anything else that needs to be done before I do? Because I'm not doing anymore manual labor once I'm clean."

 

[LitShark]

“Bozo huh?” Pierrot smirked at Michaela. It wasn’t the first time she’s called him that, but it never got any less irritating. “I don’t think Bozo can quite hang with me.”

In a flash Pierrot was gone, doing back hand-springs up the risers. Once he reached the top he leapt from the top level, flipping in the air as he descended the risers again. Mid-flip his right arm swept forward in a silver flash. One of the throwing daggers he kept up his sleeve shot out toward Michaela’s head. Pierrot’s surgical aim sent the dagger through the air, making her hair rustle from the wind as it flew by. The blade severed her hair tie but didn’t touch he head, causing her long ebony tresses to fall playfully around her face. Pierrot landed in a crouch behind her just in time to snatch up the knife from the air by the handle.

Pierrot smiled arrogantly at Michaela, using the shiny blade of the dagger to reflect a ray of sunlight from the peak of the tent into her eyes.

“Now if we’re done with the name calling… Manual labor isn’t the only way one can get dirty.” Pierrot rose slowly from his crouch, returning his knife to his vinyl sleeve. “I already need to re-do my clown paint. What do you say to having it smeared on your inner thighs?”

Pierrot was working his body closer and closer to Michaela’s looping his index fingers into the belt loops of her jeans, pulling her body against his. Even in the suffocating heat, the warmth of her body against his felt good.

Throwing a dagger at her like that, reminded Pierrot of their old act, when this flame first ignited between them. It was the act that really put “Dark Desires” on the map. On a huge model ship that swung from side to side the two of them engaged in a wild swordfight and battle. She had played the gypsy trying to escape captivity and he the wicked pirate longing to make her his slave. The two had dashed about the massive swinging edifice, her breathing fire and him throwing daggers at her, each dagger snatching a 2” ring from her gypsy costume. The show ended when he cornered her, by pinning two rings attached to the collar she wore in the act to a wall; he then “slew” her by thrusting his mighty blade down her throat. As she died he “The Pirate” realized his true love for her and opted to dive into the fire she had set to his cabin rather than go on living without her.

It had been quite the show stopper.

“Besides… sharing a shower is a great way to conserve water.” The now messy and dripping spade over his left eye winked at her, his mind still swimming in fond memories of their past triumphs together.

 

[caela]

“Bozo huh?” Pierrot smirked at Michaela. It wasn’t the first time she’s called him that, but it never got any less irritating. “I don’t think Bozo can quite hang with me.”

Micheala matched his smirk with one of her own. She honestly didn't think that Bozo could get within ten feet of Pierrot but the name seemed to annoy him. The better the reaction she got for using it the more fun it became to use...and he almost never failed to react so the name had stuck.

She watched in appreciative (and slightly jelaous) fascination as he did his handsprings up the risers. She saw the flash of silver but where most people would have ducked she simply stood still trusting both him and his aim. He wouldn't actually hurt her and his aim was perfect making her laugh when her hair suddenly tumbled down around her face to cling to her neck in damp tangles.

She recognized the look on his face as he flipped down behind her and remained still, letting his voice wash through her while she felt his fingers curling into her belt loops and pulling her back tight against him. Even without his really having touched her she could feel frissons of warmth running down her skin and her fingers itched to get that damned vinyl suit off him.

“Besides… sharing a shower is a great way to conserve water.”

She couldn't help it, that comment made her laugh but the sound was low with invitation and memory. The last time they'd shared a shower together had been in some hotel in...Pheonix she thought...and it had taken them nearly three hours to get out of it. The desk had even called and complained that there could be an added charge to the bill for excessive water usage!

"Not the way you do it it isn't," she said meeting his gaze with a small smirk curving her lips, "But it'll get me clean, eventually, and is so worth it. Lead the way oh 'King of Clowns'," she teased and would have back up to give a small bow but his fingers still held her caught against him by her beltloops and instead she rocked the curve of her ass in slow, lazy, circles against him.

 

[LitShark]

Pierrot’s smile broadened as his cock seemed to follow the edges of his mouth in a slow upward ascent. The feeling of Michaela gyrating her ass against him turned him on like a light switch.

“Come on then Swallowing Queen, follow me.” Pierrot was grinning like the cat that ate the canary as he spoke.

Finding it impossible to suppress a devious chuckle at his new nickname for her, Pierrot led her out of the now suffocating heat inside the circus tent and back to the trailer which housed the mobile showers.

The “Dark Desires Carnivale” traveled in a caravan. The bus which housed the performers leading the way, followed by the semi-truck with the tent and equipment and last in the line (hitched to the semi) was the small metal trailer that carried enough clean water to run 6 showers. Privacy was a relative notion to these performers who spent nearly every waking moment together, and when on the road, the thin walls and curtain doors of the showers were as good as they got.

By the time the two reached the entrance to the shower trailer Pierrot was already beside himself with unexpressed lust and frustration. As the door slammed shut behind Michaela he was already pouncing on her, hands entangled in her wild, black tresses and his tongue down her throat. The kiss was wild and deep, his messy face-paint wiping off onto her face as well. Pierrot unclasped the long silver sleeves of his costume and shrugged them to the ground as his lustration seemed to spill over into Michaela who kissed him back with just as much intensity.

 

[And 1]

Andrew wasn't surprised when he saw Pierrot and Michela heading towards the shower trailer,"those two had better not use up all the water like they did at that hotel in Phoneix" he said shaking his head.

Andrew walked round observing everyone do their jobs,the wait prior to the show always bored him as nothing much seemed to be happening.He headed back to the bus and entered his room.Taking some pictures of him dressed up in his trapaze attire Andrew signed them as autograph cards for the public to buy,they usual went pretty quickly particuly amongst the female fans.Andrew smirked as he thought about the number of house wives that brought these pics to fawn over like teem agers.just then there was a knock at his door."Come in" he said putting the pics down and waiting to see who it is.

 

[caela]

Swallowing Queen? God she hoped he wouldn't say that in front of anyone else but knowing Pierrot it was likely he would...especially if she let on that the name annoyed her in the least. Instead of acting annoyed she simply gave him a knowing look and glanced down to the obviousness of his own arrousal while her tongue darted out in a slow, wet, line across her lips. Clown suits weren't exactly made to hide lust and the look in her eyes made it quite clear what it was she wanted to swallow next.

Following him across the Carnivale grounds she heard the snickers that followed their steps and simply smirked at her fellow circus freaks. There was no privacy at Dark Desires and everyone knew who was sleeping with whom and when that changed. They traveled to closely together not to. The fact that Micheala didn't even attempt to be quiet certainly added to their knowledge however and she doubted that there was a single performer with them who didn't know of her preference for pleasure mingled with pain.

Barely getting the door closed she laughed and parted her lips at Pierrot's sudden and furious assault on them. Feeling his hand digging into her hair she groaned softly and wrapped her arms around his neck holding him tight against her as she feasted on his mouth as if she'd simply eat him alive starting there. She didn't even let him go when his hands released her to start tugging at the sleeves of his costume but simply held on, continuing to kiss him voraciously.

She only let him go at last because unlike him she couldn't just pull off parts of her clothes and she desperatly needed to get them off...now.

 

[LitShark]

The soft wet sounds of their deep kissing was replaced by the rustle of clothes being shed and husky panting as the two were racing against their own desires to be rid of any impediment to their impending session. Once Pierrot was naked he pounced on Michaela once again. His hand this time gripping a fistful of her hair as his other hand made its way down the small of her back to squeeze her sexy and toned ass.

There were so many things Pierrot longed to do to her, but had time for so few before the audience began to arrive. The look in her eyes when she’d looked at his pants told him that she was in the mood to swallow his own flesh dagger, and he had meant it when he said he wanted to smear his pain on her inner thighs. Pierrot used his grip on her ass and hair to lift her up off the ground.

Reluctantly he broke the kiss with her and used his strong arms to support her body and slowly, turn her upside down. She quickly took his cue, latching her legs around his head allowing him access to her moist fragrant sex. Pierrot slid his tongue forward to circle the tip of her clit slowly.

Pierrot then dove into her sex as if it were a lake and he were on fire, thrusting his tongue deep inside her, lapping greedily at her sex. The taste and smell of her glorious nectar intoxicated him. His grip on her hair tightened slightly as he pulled, wanting to taste her more before he allowed her to taste him.

A low groan escaped her arching neck as he licked her and pulled her hair. Pierrot knew how she liked it, and she knew how he liked it as well. Though time was short Pierrot was hell-bent on milking every drop of glorious, satisfying pleasure out of her.

 

[caela]

A small smirk curved Micheala's lips as Pierrot carefully turned her upside down. Latching her legs tightly around his head she used them to draw him to her and groaned her frustration when his tight grip in her hair kept her from returning the favor. She wanted to taste him, to feel the length of him deep between her lips and he kept her neck arched away from him!

"Damn it Pierrot!" she growled even as her hips tried to arch to his mouth. Pleasure flooded through her along with a flash of pain from her scalp as his grip tightened. She felt her eyes fall closed and her body shudder as desperate need raged through her body demanding to be fed.

"The floor Pierrot, take us to the floor and let me taste you!" she hissed, almost pleading. She wanted him, needed the feel of him inside of her at this point but she also wanted a better angle for it. Her hanging upside down might be perfect for his plans but it wasn't particularly condusive to her own. She wouldn't be able to take him nearly as deep as she wanted from this angle and she wanted all of him!

 

[LitShark]

Pierrot’s lips turned upward yet again as his amusement grew at Michaela’s frustration. He eventually yielded to her need, testing his own capacity at the same time. Pierrot did lean back to a vertical position, but he kept his feet on the ground and used his thighs to support his and Michaela’s combined weight.

When her weight was securely held by Pierrot’s tensing muscular body he dove back into her pussy. He was unsure how long he could maintain this horizontal orientation, but he knew that he wanted to bring Michaela to orgasm before his body touched the ground.

Pierrot’s lips pursed around Michaela’s clit, sucking it into his mouth and jabbing it slowly with his tongue. He also yielded his grip on her hair, allowing her to take him into her own mouth, as deep as she might desire.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Alexis closed the book, finishing two chapters of her Novel. She pushed herself away from the small table that served as her desk, stretched and then noted the time. A heavy sigh filled her lungs and she allowed it to escape her parted lips. She would need to shower and reawaken the muscles that had grown stiff from sitting, so she quickly grabbed a robe and darted to the back of the bus, where a community shower was molded into the wall. She quickly pulled the door of the small room closed behind her and showered off the sweat from her morning workout as well as easing the worn muscle of her writing arm.

After her shower she donned her robe and quickly scurried back to her tiny spot that was hers. She pushed Alex’s clothing out of the way, curling her nose in disgust as she saw several used condoms in the trash next to the closet. She picked out her ensemble, and began to dress, knowing the tight material would hug and accent every curve of her lithe form. She ran her palms down her chest, teased the hardened buds of her breasts and the giggled softly as a rush of pleasure filled her.

When she was dressed she combed back her hair, lifted it and secured the strands of rich auburn into a tight bun. She knew it was important that her hair not become an issue and besides she told herself as she patted her creamy neck... it shows off the cute lobes of your ears. She grinned at her reflection and scurried out of the bus, a bright smile on her face as the sun greeted her with its rays.

 

[icu1978]

seeing that the men where coming to close the cutains on the large cage to block the view from the people coming in to find their seats. as she cutians closed she opened the door and a man walked in carrying a torch. smiling she greeted him " hello jon, it's good to know that at least one person trusts my ability with the lions enough to venture within the iron bars." laughins she walked with him around the large curcle of the cage as he placed the flame inside 6 large plateforms with giant bowls on top. instantly flames shot up from the bowls lighting the the cage with it's unearthly glow.

when all the flames had been lit he left the cage wishing her luck on her performace for the night. walking around the cage she arranged the lions platforms in a simi curcle in the center to the cage. behind them was an enormous bed 3 times large than any on the market. she had arranged to have this one made for her just for the show.

suddenly she realized what was missing. the man she usually worked with had not shown up. sliping from the cage she ran as quickly as she could in the 6 inch heels to find Pierrot. when she arrived at the bus she asked around for him and it was brought to her attention that he was other wise occupyed with one of the other performers. growling she let a stream of swears pass her lips. somthing she rarely did. looking around at a loss for what to do with out her partner in the cage .. he was supposed to be the fanalee to her performance. she was fighting back tears as she sat on the steps of the bus. this was turning out to be one of the worst days of her life.

 

[caela]

Micheala gasped when instead of lowering them to the floor Pierrot instead simply leaned back until he was supporting her entire weight on his chest and stomach. She could feel his muscles straining to hold the position under her and shivered in delight at it. It was a unique position and she marveled that he could hold it.

Almost as she thought that however her train of thought was derailed by his mouth laying claim to her pussy once more. With need surging desperatly through her she growled in delight as he released his grip on her hair and hungrily wrapped her lips tight around the length of his arrousal. With no teasing she simply plunged down it's length until as much of him as would fit was buried between her lips.

With his tongue curled around her clit she found it hard to concentrate and gave up any hope of skill, instead she settled for sheer enthusiasm as she hungrily feasted on his length, taking him deep and hard with her lips tight around him.

With pleasure building low in her belly her moans and cries, while still muffled, became louder and anyone passing close enough to the shower trailer would have easily heard her but she didn't care. All that mattered was the pleasure he brought her and her ravening need to take him deeper.

Her orgasm broke over her at last drawing a sharp scream up to vibrate down the length of his cock while her body shuddered and bucked on top of him so much that she'd never be able to fathom how he managed to stay upright when she thought about it later.

 

[And 1]

It was the merchandise person that came to see Andrew,"here you are hopefully they'll sell okay" Andrew said handing him the pictures.He watched as they left and sat across and looked at the mirror.

"Okay superstar go and give them a show" he spoke to the reflection before standing up to leave,now all Andrew's focus would be on the show and his act as he went over the plan he had made with Michela and Alexis before opening the door.He was startled to see once he opened it there sitting on the bus steps was Emily crying,"Emily whats wrong?" Andrew asked moving behind her and taking off his own jacket and placing it over her shoulders.

 

[LitShark]

Pierrot lavished attention upon Michaela’s clit breathing a soft sigh through his nose and over her slit as her mouth descended upon his throbbing member. It felt good, really good. What felt much worse by comparison was the fire burning in Pierrot’s thighs from maintaining this position. His muscles were beginning to tremble and with that his entire body shook as she began to wail and squirm from her impending orgasm. Pierrot maintained his position, a new endeavor to distract him from the pain had arisen.

Michaela’s orgasm was a thing glorious to behold and Pierrot had the best seat in the house. His lips encircled her sex, sucking gently as his tongue ventured forth, seeking out every drop of her glorious climactic honey. Pierrot was far from shy and he buried his face into her as deep as it would go, shoving his tongue into her darkest depths. His face paint was now more on her thighs and sex than it was on his own face by now.

Feeling the gentle nudge of her swollen clit Pierrot gladly contorted his face slightly, just enough to wrap his lower lip around it. After the tiny little cluster of nerves slipped into his mouth, Pierrot slid his lip up again, bumping its way back over her sensitive nub. While his tongue writhed deep inside of her warm clenching pussy his lip found a rhythm rubbing back and forth on her clit, almost causing it to vibrate as his own body was from the exertion.

In what could only be described as the “inevitable decline” Pierrot’s body was slowly drifting toward the tile floor, the strength in his mighty thighs finally yielding to the pleasure in his shaft. His body sank slowly, like the setting of the sun, but the closer his head got to the ground, his tongue moved only faster and more vigorously, almost as if he could use it as a propeller to keep them horizontal.

 

[icu1978]

sighing she smiled up at andrew. " oh just this is turning into a really shity day... first poor goerge and now that stupid fool that works with me int he lions cage has disapeared.. no one has seen him since yesturday.. i dont know what i am going to do." laying her head in her hands she tryed not to cry. she had been cring all day.

looking up she met andrews gaze. it was obviouse that she was still greaving for her pet but that she was making a real attempt to get over it.
" thanks for eing so kind to me today andrew.. i know i was kinda snapish before.. i just wasn't ready to be near anyone."

 

[And 1]

Andrew listend reassuringlym"thats okay emily listen if you need a hand for your act I'll talk with Pierrot and see if I can pull double duty" he offered wiping away Emily's tears.

He hugged her and rested her head on his shoulder,"we've got some time before the show start's you want to have a coffe or something and just chill out" he offered her seeing as they both had some free time.

 

[icu1978]

smiling she looked up at him from his shoulder." i would love to andrew but coffee makes me jumpy before a show.. and you know how thr lions get out of hand behind that heaveycurtain with the fire lit.. i should get back.. when you see our oh so mighty ring master would you tell him the problem and ask him to come to the cage."

getting up she placed a kiss on the side of his lips." your a pretty good guy andrew." with that she walked back to the lions cage inside and sliped behind the curtain without being seen by the growing audiance

 

[And 1]

Andrew nodded "thats fine Emily I'll go and see our fearless leader shortly I want a word with him" he told her.He smiled after se kissed him and decided to spend some time with Emily prior to sunset.

Andrew then walked over to the shower area where Pierrot and Michela were having theie fun,knocking on it he ddcided to call throught to them."I hope i'm not interupting you both both the crowd is growing and we start soon" he spoke loud enough for them to hear,"also Pierrot Emily needs to see you by the cage so you ahem better finsh soon" he concluded and walked away from the shower area a wide smirk on his face.

 

[LitShark]

Pierrot heard Andrew banging on the trailer door. ‘That little shit…’ Pierrot thought ‘I ought to gut him like a fish.’ His malicious thoughts were interrupted by a sigh of rapture that escaped him as Michaela continued working on his shaft. By now Pierrot’s head was touching the ground and his cock was the highest point on his body.

Never one to let anything distract him from the job at hand Pierrot dove back into Michaela’s pussy, greedily sucking and lapping at it. He pursed his lips around her clit once again, sucking just enough to draw it out from under its hood and jab it repeatedly with the point of his tongue.

It was getting a bit late, he’d need to entertain the people waiting in line soon… They’d need to move to the shower before long, he hoped to draw another orgasm out of Michaela before he transitioned to fucking her in the shower.

‘Fuck em’ Pierrot thought as he lavished Michaela’s pussy ‘They can exist without me for a few fucking minutes… I need this!’

 

[And 1]

Seeing as Pierrot was ootherwise engaged Andrew walked round and checked with everyone if they were ready,peering out Andrew smiled as the crowd began to build.

"A big crowd thats a good sign" he murmed walking to over to the trapaze.Andrew knew Pierrot wouldn't have like being interupted but knew he would be there be showtime all be it slightly late.

 

[caela]

"I hope i'm not interupting you both both the crowd is growing and we start soon"

Micheala growled softly around Pierrot's shaft as she heard Andrew's voice drifting through the door. If she hadn't been so intent on Pierrot's cock she'd have flung open that door and gladly wrung Andrew's neck for interupting, as it was he was quickly forgotten.

She felt it when Pierrot's body bowed completely under her and chuckled softly, the sound vibrating on his flesh. It offered his cock up to her like a long awaited treat that she lapped and savored, sucking it down eagerly. It was hard to concentrate however with his tongue still buried between her thighs and building that pleasure low in her body once more. She could feel it growing and growled softly wanting to push it down as it distracted her from the pleasure of feeling him plunging deep into her throat.

She couldn't push it away forever though and when it crashed over her she shrieked her pleasure and her body shuddered as it slid down the length of his own bowed form into a limp heap of soft flesh on the floor at his head. A small smile curved her lips as she stared up at him now and reached out to touch a face usually covered in a clowns greaspaint but that was now mostly cleaned off. Just a gentle caress of fingertips across his cheek before her hand fluttered down to the floor beside her own head.

"I never realized your legs were quite that strong," she murmured appreciatively before pushing herself up onto her own, now, wobbly legs. "Come on, we need to get cleaned up before everyone comes to bang on that damned door...and I want to feel you buried other places before we're done."