After Dark (Open-ish)

[LitShark]

Pierrot smiled at Michaela as she touched his face, what she said was true of him as well. As talented as that throat of hers was nothing compared to her glorious, tight pussy.

“There are a lot of things you don’t know about me,” Pierrot smirked as he sprung up to his feet in an athletic kip up, “Come here and learn what’s stronger than my legs.”

Leaning against the wall under the shower head Pierrot turned the knob starting the temporarily warm water flowing down in front of him. Machismo aside Pierrot’s thighs felt as though they were on fire. He hoped that his display of power had not been a mistake that would affect his performance. Perhaps he should have waited until after the show, but he had other plans in mind before sunset.

Pierrot helped Michaela to her feet and pulled her under the spray of the shower, kissing her deeply as his right hand worked a bar of soap up and down her back getting a good lather going. They would need to be efficient as well as good with time in such short supply.

 

[icu1978]

pacing the flame lit cage she looked very much like one of her lions. each of whom was alsp pacing back and forth feeling her agitation. trying to calm down she looked around the cage. things still needed to be moved into postition for tonight's show.

moving a large 5 foot tall hoop that stood 4 feet off the ground and stood on a stand with wheels she rolled it to the center of the cage so that it was centered in front of the bed. suddenly she had an idea and smiled brightly. going to the other large hoop she pulled it behind the bed using all her strength she slowly pushed the enormous bed up 3 feet and placed the other hoop behind it. laughing she lit the hoops and they burst into flames.

with her set in order for the show she moved to the bed to get into position.
crawling up she stood in the center on her knee's the black satin gleaming in the fire light. calling to each of her lions she watched as they went behind the bed and jumped on at a time through the first hoop landing on the bed with her. she was surounded by her pets and she was excited for tonights show. runing her small hands over their fur " tonight is for our george guys we have to make it the best show any of us have ever done... i know your mommy is kind of pulling out of her ass tonight but it will come togethor as it always does.. and HEEEY we wont have to have that big baby jon in here tonight. seems you guys ran him off even faster than the last three."

laughing she layed down and cuddled in the center of her pets all of them resting until she was warned of the 5 minute curtian call. the show was about to start.

 

[caela]

“Come here and learn what’s stronger than my legs.”

His self-assured comment made Micheala laugh but went to him she did. She stepped into shower with him and wrapped her arms around his neck while she felt his hands running the soap along her back. She could feel the lather building and the bubbles sliding down her skin drawing a soft purring to her throat as she tipped her head and claimed his lips in a wanton invitation.

"So what's stronger than your legs Pierrot, and just how do you intend to prove it in the short time we have before we have to be in the tent?"

She taunted him deliberatly but like him she was aware that they were short on time so she too grabbed a bar of soap and started to work a lather up on his skin. Her fingers were sure and knowing, caressing every inch of skin that she could reach with the soap.

"You know I expect you to get that greasepaint off my thighs don't you? It'll ruin my costume if you don't," she taunted but the look in her eyes was pure desire.

 

[LitShark]

“You know darn well that we can’t afford new costumes.” Pierrot jested as the soap slid down the small of her back and over her ass. “Though I still think you look best in ropes and chains.”

Pierrot winked at Michaela again as they kissed passionately under the spray from the shower. The soap continued its sudsy journey over her hip and abs and then slowly downward between her legs. Pierrot playfully and seductively slid the bar up one thigh and then the other, teasing her with his closeness but never allowing his hand or the soap to touch her sex. Had they been long on time he would have made her beg.

Fresh lather caressed her folds, Pierrot even slid two sudsy fingers inside of her to make sure he got any paint he might have left inside her. Michaela’s hips responded to his touch and Pierrot used his slippery fingers to pinch, squeeze and wiggle her clit.

The head of his cock found her wet, soapy hole and the head began to slowly ease its way forward.

 

[riverswildride]

River ran toward the entrance of the show. She nodded to the people around her as she went. Sliding to a halt before the entrance she drew in a quick breath. As was the norm, no one noticed her. River smiled as she unlocked the swag booth. Unlike most of the people around her, River's days were never boring or slow. She sighed as she rolled her shoulder around. Ben had had a fun night last night.
River sighed as one of the crew walked toward her with a stack of papers. While most of the members did what ever they wanted during the day, River had to make sure that there was enough money to pay the bills. She had already spent the last hour on the phone taking care of things.
River slide onto her stool and went through the papers. as she did she thought about her life. River Owens had been born into the Circus and would die in the Circus. Her family had been proforming for the last fifteen generations. River had been to most of the world by the time she was 16. Though Ben still performed, River had found she liked the running of things better then the light of the 'stage'. In a pinch she could perform Ben's act during the day.
River and Ben had a strange relationship, if you wished to call it that. They were two souls sharing the same body. During the day River had the body, and by night Ben had it. Thouh they were different in everyway, they co-existed together. The Owen family had always treated them as two different people.
River smiled as a cold wet nose poked her hand.Looking down she smiled at the troupe mutt.
"Goodmorning, Ray." She said smiling down at him. She broke of a piece of her muffin and handed to him."Look out for the French man for me."
River quickly wrote down the nessisary numbers and waited. Pierre would be here soon to do his daily 'yelling makes things happen faster' routine. River was one of the few people who DIDN'T dream of shoving something in the man. In fact she found him funny. He rarely tried to use his accent with her any more. It wouldn't work anyway.To River he was just an amusing man, kind of a dog who barked at you all the time, but would never truly hurt you.
"You hear about George?"
River smiled as the crew man stopped before her.
"Yes, Matt. He's been put to rest already, right? I took care of everything else." River said.
As he walked away she called out to him."Pass it along to Emily that I would like to see her, to talk."
River grabbed her water and took a moment for her self. So she would be pounded by people.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Alexis slid inside the main tent and over to a corner where others were warming up. She too began to stretch muscles that seemed to beg to be let loose on the high wire. There was no net, but she didn’t care or worry about such things. She trusted her partner and only when someone knew joined the cast did they use a net, even then it was only during the practices, never the actual show. It was the thrill, the death-defying acts, that brought folks far and wide to their shows.

Once she felt she was limber enough she began to climb up the pole and ladder combo that would take her several hundred feet off the ground. She turned her head and rolled her shoulders, picked up chalk and rubbed it over her hands and arms. “No need to slip out of anyone’s grasp,” she told herself and then winked to the early ticket holders.

Unhooking the bar, she climbed on at sat on the narrow dowel rod. Pumping her legs back and forth, she quietly swung herself higher and higher, letting the breeze lift her bangs and a few red curls that had escaped the pins in her hair. She closed her eyes and for a moment, was back on her families farm, swinging from the old tire her Uncle had put up for her one hot Summer morning.

 

[icu1978]

" HEY EMILY , RIVER IS LOOKING FOR YOU"
she heard matt calling through the thick black curtains surounding the cage.
sitting up in the bed she slid off and sliped out.
"why's she want to see me ?" she had never been called into see river before and she couldn't help but wonder what it was about. matt was no help as he shruged his shoulders and walked away.

turning she walked from the large tent avoiding being seen by the growing audiance.
taping on the door to the office she waited for river to call for her to enter.

 

[caela]

“Though I still think you look best in ropes and chains.”

"Hmmmm, that could be a new look for the show but I'm not sure the folks that bring their kids would approve," she taunted back while her body shivered remembering the last time he'd had her chained.

She was quickly distracted from memories though when his fingers slid inside of her still wet and aching body. Without so much as a thought her hips rolled to his touch and a low groan filled her throat. Looking down at him she could see his amusement at how easily she responded as well as the sadistic flashed that told her clearly that if there were more time he'd have her writhing and begging before he gave up what they both wanted. Still they didn't have time and she all but purred when she felt the head of his cock nudging at the opening of her body.

Sliding her hand down his arms she took the bar of soap from him and grinned as she wrapped one leg around his hips at the same time. Drawing him closer to her she tipped her head to kiss him hungrily, her tongue reaching out to dual with his while her soapy hands cleaned and caressed his body.

 

[LitShark]

Michaela wrapped a leg around Pierrot’s body and as their lips met he struck with the speed and ferocity of a viper. A swift upward swipe of his palm struck her wet soapy ass in a loud smack, his hand slid up her thigh and in one motion he lifted her other leg around him, thrust into her and pinned her lithe body against the tile wall of the shower.

Their tongues danced wildly as he began to fuck her. It was no time for romance or “Love-Making” this was rough, wild and efficient sex that fulfilled needs not desires. Pierrot sighed softly as Michaela chewed on his lip gently and he responded by backing halfway out and thrusting back in. The powerful thrust went through her body and caused the rickety old trailer to sway slightly to the side he thrust. As the trailer rocked back the other way Pierrot quickly found the rhythm and thrust again, increasing the rocking of the huge metal trailer.

Another sharp slap brought Pierrot’s right hand up to her left ass cheek, keeping her well supported as her body was thrust against the swaying wall of the shower again and again.

 

[riverswildride]

"Come on in." River called from under the table. Ray had forced her to drop her food. Looking out from under the table River could see a pair of shoes that could only belong to one person.
"How are you Emily?" River asked as she popped up."whoo, got up to fast!"
River smiled.
"I just wanted you to know that everything is cool with George. I have a friend who's a vet around here. He'll get me the paperwork and so on for the insurance company. He also agreed to look after the grave, so no one will disturbe it. I just wanted you to know that I'm here if you need to talk or a sholder to cry on. Don't worry about Pierre, if he gives you grief just tell him I said to back off or some of his 'pressious' will vanish. "

 

[caela]

A sharp cry parted Micheala's lips as his hand seemed to crash down on her water slick, ass. She felt the sting of it burning under her skin and shuddered sharply against him, her body throbbing with desperate need. He always did know just how to make her body scream with desire. She didn't struggle or try to fight when he lifted her other leg but simply trusted to his strength to hold her up and locked her ankles togehter behind his back.

Not a second later she was glad her ankles were locked as her back his the wall of the shower and her body trembled between it and him. His thrust into her drew a loud cry and made her eyes roll closed at the pleasure that seemed to claw it's way up through her belly. Trapped between him and the wall there was little she could do but cling tightly to him as he rammed into her with trailer rattling force.

When his hand came down on her ass once more she growled softly as her eyes flew open and her lust darkened gaze met his. Without a word she tipped her head and sharp, white, teeth sought his neck. Worrying the warm, clean flesh between her teeth she purred softly against his skin and shuddered as he continued to simply use her body as if he'd never be allowed to use it again.

She relished it.

Every stinging slap to her ass, each hard thrust that she knew would leave her sore later, only served to push her higher until she screamed his name and her savage release left her shuddering and breathless in his grip.

 

[LitShark]

The rapture Pierrot felt when Michaela came defied all description. Her pussy rippled and quaked around his shaft which was greeted with a fresh wash of her warm slick lubricant. Her teeth bit down on his neck and he leaned his head back to sigh.

The jackhammer motion of his hips didn’t let up for a second, he only increased his tempo. She had cum three times for him thus far and the call time he had laid out for the performers was approaching, it was time to wrap things up. The rapid motion had the seed in Pierrot’s balls already bubbling.

Pierrot’s shaft was beginning to swell as his seed rose, he responded by slapping Michaela’s ass once again. The rocking of the trailer was actually aiding Pierrot in his rapid movements causing each impact of his body against hers to be that much harder.

Soon his own climax was upon him and his seed had risen through his full length. Pierrot fired his cum deep into Michaela in several mighty blasts, groaning loudly as he came. It seemed for a moment that the flow of cum would never stop until, inevitably it did and Pierrot desperately attempted to regain his breath.

As the trailer slowly eased back to stability Pierrot lowered Michaela back onto her shaky legs and the two quickly finished their shower.

“You go out and call places for me, I still need to paint my face.” Pierrot said softly but authoritatively to Michaela.

The two parted with a sweet kiss that passed between their lips, and each dressed in silence. Pierrot used his hand to wipe a swash of mirror clear of the steam which still hung heavy in the air. The somewhat arduous process of painting his face had become second nature to Pierrot. In a matter of moments he was himself again, white face, red lips and a large spade painted over his left eye.

“Show time!” He told his reflection, before walking out of the trailer.

 

[icu1978]

"Come on in."

steping into the small trailer where river did most of her work for the company emily looked around.

"How are you Emily?" River asked as she popped up."whoo, got up to fast!"
River smiled.

looking at the floor emily shruged." i'm ok i geuss, i have the other lions ready for the next show but had to improvise after loosing George though.."

"I just wanted you to know that everything is cool with George. I have a friend who's a vet around here. He'll get me the paperwork and so on for the insurance company. He also agreed to look after the grave, so no one will disturbe it. I just wanted you to know that I'm here if you need to talk or a sholder to cry on. Don't worry about Pierre, if he gives you grief just tell him I said to back off or some of his 'pressious' will vanish. "

emily could feel the tears burning behind her eyes and tryed hard not to let them fall." that...that is very nice, thank you river ......it really means alot that you would do that for George, i was a little worried about leaving him here with no one to look after him.... i am glad some one will be here to look after him for me."

she could feel the tears falling from ehr heavily made up eyes and wiped at the wetness carefull not to smudge her make up. " i don't think i could have handled that insuaranse company eithore... they really gave me hell about my shows.. saying it was to dangerous and all that ... i am greatfull you handled them for me."

looking out the small window she noticed that the other performers where heading to their posts and sighing she turned back to river.
" i suppose i should be getting back.. it looks as if our oh so mighty leader and his dutchess have decided to come out of their trailer finally. "

steping to the trailer door she stoped and looked back" thank you for being so nice river...i will try to get time to come back by after the show... it's nice having someone that understands how much loosing george hurts."

with that she the trailer closing the door behind her. half running back to her lions cage and sliping in behind the curtains unseen to prepare for the show.

 

[caela]

Micheala sighed softly when Pierrot's pleasure washed into her at last. She could feel the liquid heat of his seed burning up inside of her and trembled against him, a small smile curving her lips. There was no worry about his making her pregnant. It wasn't possible; she'd checked. With her unique lifestyle she had worried about what would happen to a child with her constantly shifting to Micheal at night but a doctor had confirmed for her that she couldn't become pregnant. So she never worried when she and Pierrot let go and she forgot about a condom.

Sliding down his body as he released her she whimpered softly and leaned against the wall using it to support her until her legs strengthened enough to hold her without support.

“You go out and call places for me, I still need to paint my face.” Pierrot said softly but authoritatively to Michaela.

Chuckling softly she leaned up and gave him a soft, lingering kiss. Her face still carried that languid look of a woman whose been well fucked and truly enjoyed it. She knew the look wouldn't fade anytime soon and felt the odd almost boneless grace that flowed through her body as she left the trailer, letting anyone that looked know what, if not with whom, had transpired recently.

She had to change herself but that would be quicker than Pierrot painting his face and she quickly found her costume in the main trailer and slithered into it. The skintight bodysuit covered everything but left nothing to the imagination looking as if it had been painted onto her skin. The black background was perfect for the bright flames that licked up and along her extremitites. She left her hair down and simply combed her fingers through the curles before pulling on a pair of leather, knee-high, boots that carried the same pattern as her costume.

"Places everyone!" she called as she rand from her trailer to the tent to climb up into the trapeze nest, taking her own place for her show with Andrew.

 

[And 1]

Andrew smirked to himself as Pierrot and Michela finally emerged from their shower,"any longer and might have started selling tickets" he chuckled to himself before switching his mind back to business.

"You all set" he asked Michela without looking at her as she joined him on the trapaze,the part with the fire was the main tricky part but he was confident that it would go smoothly.Andrew watched as Pierrot began to excite the mass crowd that had arrived and waited until it was time for his act to start.

 

[caela]

"You all set?"

A small smirk curved her lips at the question. Reaching out for her baton she gave it a confident twirl through her fingers before letting her smirk stretch into a satisfied grin.

"I'm ready. Just don't get fancy up there, run your routine like we practiced. If you try to deviate the timing will be off and you'll get singed or worse."

Still grinning she moved closer to him, half her attention down on the floor where she could hear the crowd building, the other half on the man in front of her. Wrapping an arm around his waist she drew him close and nuzzled his neck softly, her voice a low purring in his ear as she teased.

"You think you're up to giving Pierrot and the crowd the sex factor they crave?"

 

[And 1]

Andrew smiled as he felt Michela reach round his waist,"oh don't worry about Michela I can sex it up all right" he replied to her putting his hand on hers as it lay on his waist.

"Perhaps we should get togther afterwards to if your not busy" he whispered gripping the trapaze with his free hand and turning to gaze at her eyes.

 

[LitShark]

Pierrot was livid when he walked out of the trailer. River had opened the gate early and the immense line of people was already beginning to file in. Now they’d see the performers stretching, warming up, setting up, see the seams of this ordinarily seamless spectacle. River was a lovely girl, Pierrot liked her a lot, but she had a head for numbers and no flair for the dramatic.

Truthfully Pierrot was still more angry at Andrew than he was poor River, but she could always handle his wrath with a smile and Andrew was no doubt in front of an audience where Pierrot couldn’t confront him.

After grabbing his custom jester’s hat from the bus he made his way quickly to the tent, he had to find River, tell her to slow down and then make his way to the lion’s cage to see what Emily needed from him, all while granting himself enough time to go outside and entertain the patrons waiting in line. It was a great relief for him to find River and Emily together in the ticket booth.

“River! How many times do I have to tell you not to open the gate before the call time?” Pierrot tried to dilute his anger with a little bit of tact, not wanting to upset Emily any more than she was already, “You’re a lovely girl and a fantastic assistant but you need to remember that we’re selling an experience here, and if the customers see behind the scenes it’s all glitz and no magic. They need to believe in the magic of this place.”

Pierrot finished by gently brushing a wayward strand of hair out of River’s face and smiling at her. He then turned his attention to Emily.

“Emily, love, Andrew said you wanted to see me, what can I help you with?” Pierrot’s tone was now cautious, soothing even, “I hope everything is alright. I know that George’s passing is weighing heavy on you, I’ll do whatever I can to lighten the load.”

Pierrot’s hands gently took hold of Emily’s as his hypnotic gray eyes looked deep into hers. Despite his gruff and short-tempered demeanor which made him enemies so often, he loved his fellow performers like family, their pain brought him pain and their joy gave him cause to rejoice. George’s passing weighed heavily on Pierrot as well but he was needed too much to allow it to show.

 

[caela]

"Perhaps we should get togther afterwards to if your not busy"

Micheala laughed softly at the obvious line and pressed in closer against Andrew, with her heeled boots there was no need for her to rise on her toes to tip her head and nuzzle his neck softly. Her voice low and throaty as it caressed his ears.

"Do you really think you could handle me Andrew? I know there are stories circulating around the performers about just how Pierrot draws those screams everyone hears when we're playing...most of them are true."

Stapping back she leaned against the railing, her eyes lazily travelling over Andrew and wondering herself if he could handle her particular needs. He'd always seemed a bit too sweet for her tastes but sometimes it was the ones you least expected that were the most surprising. Still she doubted he had it in him to truly bring anyone pain...and she relished the sweetness of certain pains as much as any pleasure.

 

[icu1978]

surprised to see Pierrot with his hand on the door handle as she pulled it open. steping back she let him through, not failing to notice that he looked a bit peeved. waiting for him to get done talking with river emily stood quitely to the side. when he turned to her she gave a small smile and shruged her slinder shoulder.

He then turned his attention to Emily.

“Emily, love, Andrew said you wanted to see me, what can I help you with?” Pierrot’s tone was now cautious, soothing even, “I hope everything is alright. I know that George’s passing is weighing heavy on you, I’ll do whatever I can to lighten the load.”

Pierrot’s hands gently took hold of Emily’s as his hypnotic gray eyes looked deep into hers.

licking her lips and looking to river before turning her eyes to Pierrot . sighing her bottom lips qwivering " oh ....Pierrot ...everything is a mess today.. my george passign away has left me feeling so sad and empty.. but then i go to the lions cage to pre pare .. thinking i was going to put on the best show of my life in his honor.. and that young fool we hired to assist me during the show has run off." she tryed hard not to let her tears fall she was trying to be strong and take all these punches as they came but it was becoming over whelming even for strong staunch emily who always stood on her own and never accepted help from anyone.

the day had crushed her spirit and all she wanted to do was crawl in her bed and cover her head and hide until forever came and went.

 

[And 1]

"Perhaps we should get togther afterwards to if your not busy"

Micheala laughed softly at the obvious line and pressed in closer against Andrew, with her heeled boots there was no need for her to rise on her toes to tip her head and nuzzle his neck softly. Her voice low and throaty as it caressed his ears.

"Do you really think you could handle me Andrew? I know there are stories circulating around the performers about just how Pierrot draws those screams everyone hears when we're playing...most of them are true."

Stapping back she leaned against the railing, her eyes lazily travelling over Andrew and wondering herself if he could handle her particular needs. He'd always seemed a bit too sweet for her tastes but sometimes it was the ones you least expected that were the most surprising. Still she doubted he had it in him to truly bring anyone pain...and she relished the sweetness of certain pains as much as any pleasure.

Andrew rasied an eyebrow,"well we'll have to find out then if I can handle you" he whispered seeming to dare Michela to try him a hint of confiednce in his voice.Andrew could play it cool he didn't mind getting a bit rough if that's wait Michela wanted as a few idea's began to cross his mind.He looked over Michela taking in her sexyness and looking foward to the challenge.

 

[LitShark]

Good help was so hard to find these days. The realization that yet another lazy stage hand had fled Pierrot’s strenuous demands at the worst time possible made him appreciate River and her diligent patience that much more, he hoped that he hadn’t been to harsh with her. At the moment, however, it was Emily who’s feelings he needed to care for and nurture.

“Oh, Emily I’m so sorry that today has been so tough.” Pierrot said softly, being careful that his voice didn’t come off condescending. His strong hands gently took hold of the sides of her face, his thumbs gently wiping the light moisture from her eyelids that threatened to spill over and ruin her stage make-up. “I’m out front all night so it will be easy for me to go into the cage and assist you for your act. I don’t know much about lions but I can improvise with the best of them, and I trust you. I promise, nothing else will go wrong tonight. We’ll give them a show they’ll never forget… for George.”

As Pierrot finished he pulled Emily to him, embracing her tightly. Lord knows this girl needed a hug after everything she’d been through today. He kept her there for nearly a minute, his former urgency completely forgotten in this moment. All that mattered right now was relieving some of that weight from Emily’s heart.

Once the hug released Pierrot gently held her by her arms, wanting to say and do so much more for her but only having time for one last pep talk.

“Go into your cage and get ready, I’ll follow your lead. I’m going to need you to guide me, ‘cause I’ve never done the act before but like I said, I trust you and I know we can do this.” Pierrot’s own eyes were beginning to glisten as he spoke, but he dared not cry and ruin his meticulously prepared, fresh makeup. “I promise, I’ll make tonight’s “lion segment” something truly special, just like George was.”

A gentle kiss found Emily’s forehead before Pierrot let her go. He turned back to River for just a moment.

“Sorry if I was harsh earlier… It’s been a stressful day.”

 

[icu1978]

feeling as if the world had just been lifted from her shoulders emily knodded her head " thank you ...both" she said looking from one to the other before leaving the trailer and walking to the lions cage again. steping inside this time she had been seen by some people in the audiance. who yelled out can cat called. waving and smiling she passed through the curtain and into the cage.

calling her lions out she set the up behind the bed where they would make their entrance. for the show.

 

[LitShark]

Jack of all 'spades'

“It iz now ze time of ze show!” Pierrot smirked playfully at River in his schmaltzy French accent.

Just like that he was out the door, one handspring after another carrying him from the tent out into the open where the long line of people were waiting to enter the trailer and then the tent. Once Pierrot reached the line of people he shot straight into the air and flipped twice acrobatically over the people’s heads before landing with a flourishing sweep of his leg. Usually he would have stuck the landing but right now his thighs were still screaming at him from his macho display with Michaela. His hopes that it wouldn’t affect his performance were dashed already.

“’Ello and Velcomen to ze Dark Desires Carnivale!!!” Pierrot shouted while bowing low to the collected crowd offering spattered applause. “Zis show tonight is a very special one, you will understand why verry shortly. In ‘ze meantime…”

Pierrot tilted to the side balancing his entire weight on his left hand, he quickly took in the assembled crowd while balancing upside-down. As usual the very unique spectacle “Dark Desires” offered had gathered the freaks, fiends and fetishists from this area of the world. Most were sweating profusely clad almost exclusively in black, many in leather and vinyl. Pierrot quickly targeted his first mark.

“You!” The Frenchman shouted, pointing at a young, “Goth”-looking couple to his right. “Do you like to play cards?”

Pierrot quickly cartwheeled over to them, rounding off at the end. At the same time as he landed he fanned out a deck of cards before the young couple, the faces pointing toward them. Pierrot also turned away, obscuring his face in the crook of his arm in a dramatic tableau.

“Monsieur! Pick a card any card, zen take ze deck and shuffle to your ‘eart’s content.”

The gruff looking and obviously skeptical leather clad man drew the Jack of spades before aggressively snatching the deck and shuffling it together.

“Mademoiselle! Take ze deck from ‘im and ‘ide ze deck where you ‘sink I’ll never find it.”

The young dark woman was far more enthralled with the muscular and scantily clad clown before them and she giggling, took the deck and stuffed it between her ample breasts down the front of her leather bustier. Pierrot turned back to the couple after giving the ample bosomed woman ample opportunity to hide the deck.

“Zis ‘ere is a test for love. Monsieur, you must whisper ze card to your lover…” The obviously jealous man quickly passed the secret to his suddenly smitten girl, “Now, mademoiselle, if you truly love zis man you will ‘ear ‘is words and zey will instantly pierce your ‘eart. Ze card will become a part of you… and I… And I… I… IaaaaCHOOO!!!”

Pierrot was suddenly apprehended by a massive sneeze. The sneeze sent him sprawling forward, face first into the woman’s cleavage. His face made a slapping noise as it lodged itself between the breasts of the giggling and blushing patron. Her boyfriend, however, was much less amused.

“Hey you fuckin’ frog, get the fuck off of her!!!” The man bellowed, heaving Pierrot back with all his might.

The hefty shove sent Pierrot sprawling backward, he hit the ground and then bounced into the air with a showy flip. He looked up and winked at the woman as he rose back to his feet. All eyes suddenly focused on the small rectangular object in Pierrot’s teeth. Sure enough he had retrieved the jack of spades. The crowd erupted in applause.

Yes, it was going to be a fantastic show tonight.

 

[caela]

"Well we'll have to find out if I can handle you then."

Micheala chuckled softly at that. His was confident, she'd give him that much. Still confidence wasn't everything and while Andrew was certainly fun to flirt with she wasn't necessarily convinced that they would do well together in bed. It was something to think about however and depending on her mood after the show she might consider it...but she wasn't going to promise anything.

"I'll think about it Andrew, but I make no promises beyond that. We might be the sort who simply do better flirting and teasing each other than who actually do well in bed together.

Still," she said with a small smile as she heard the crowd outside errupting with laughter and clapping and knowing Pierrot must be entertaining them, "It is a tempting offer."