After Dark (Open-ish)

[LitShark]

Pierrot smirked as the false platform yeilded, lowering him into the tiny makeshift tunnel that led to the large circular bed. The crowd was eating this act up. Emily certainly had turned her performance up a notch, and she looked like she must have been poured into her new costume. Though Pierrot trusted her completely he had felt some stress when she tied him down and straddled him, the stress to keep himself from pitching another "Big Top" in his pants.

Pierrot peeked up through the center of the of the bed, once Emily had the crowd thoroughly distracted in her "Frantic" search for him: around the platform and in the lions' mouths, he emerged, feet and arms first in the center of the bed, his body seeming to materialize. He struck a cocky and comical pose, "lounging" on the large bed.

"Yooo Hooo" He called seductively to Emily, when she turned he called out. "Ooh la la mademoiselle! Care to join me?"

The crowd laughed, never one to be shy Pierrot placed his feet on the bed and began thrusting wildly upward, arching his entire body off the bed. The crowd went wild for broad physical comedy.

 

[CyanideStarr]

Adam peaked through one of the tent panels, chuckling to himself. Pierrot certainly new how to get the crowd- and the troupe - going.
He returned to the small open pavillion style tent behind the big top to check on the state of the dinner to be served after the crowds filed out before dusk.

Todays meal was a full italian affair,linguine in either alfredo or butter and garlic sauce, grilled cilantro chicken, fresh salad, his special "ghetto garlic bread" and, his specialty and the hardest thing to make on the road, Tira Missou. He'd been letting sauces simmer all day long and needed to check to make sure the sponge cake for the tira missou hadn't fallen due to the noise comming from the big top. it had allready been a long day, what with the new fire/trapeze act and the loss of george, and the crew deserved a special meal to help them wind down before the short r&r period they had before the sunset and the "night shift" took over.

That, and he knew for a fact that artemis couldnt cook to save her life.

He always wanted to see the night shift show. for all of pierrot's "play up the sex factor" shpiells, he'd heard from locals that the night show was really something else, far more risque than the day show.

just a shame he'd never see it. oh well. he found a crow bar and opened a crate full of shianti he'd ordered for the troupe for the late afternoon meal. the sweet wine should help them all relax a little.

 

[icu1978]

after the lions jumped from the empty table emily jumped up ontop of it. kneeling she felt around on the table before looking at the large cats. jumping down she whistled and they lined up from biggest to smallest infront of her. placing her hand on her hip and pointing a finger at them she made a show of berating them. she smiled to the crowed as one at a time they stood on their hind legs placing their front paws on her bare shoulders and nuzzled her cheek.

when she had been loved on by the smallest of the cats had returned to it's perch. she looked behind her at the bed to discover Pierrot laying there looking smug . with a large smile on her face she walked up to the large bed and crawled ontop of the black satin to lay beside Pierrot pressing their body;s close togethor. with a sharp whistle the lions growled and jumped onto the bed laying next to them as the flames on the torches grew tall and then blew out. the entire cage falling into darkness.

 

[LitShark]

Another knockout performance!

As the torches cut out and the crowd erupted in uproarious applause, Pierrot took hold of Emily’s hip. He pulled her body even tighter against his own. The emotion swelled along with the intensity of the crowd, you might say he was lost in the moment. He kissed Emily, deeply and passionately in the dark.

The crowd swelled even louder as the performers began to run out and take their curtain calls. Pierrot and Emily would make their way out last, it was a good thing because this kiss was anything but theatric. It was raw, intense, passionate and wanton; but definitely not theatric. Pierrot’s tongue sought out Emily’s, desperate to prolong this rare, blissful moment in the dark.

 

[And 1]

Andrew arrived back to catch the end of Emily's act,he was happy for her as the crowd seemed to give her a well deserved ovation which would cheer her up no doubt.

Andrew strolled out when the curtin call was signalled he bowed to the audience and soaked in the appluse,'wonder how many ladies well dream of me tonight" he chuckled to himself giving one final wave before moving off the stage."Now to wait to see if Pierrot wants a word" he grumbled knowing that his earlier hurrying up of the boss wouldn't have been forgotten.

 

[LitShark]

As with all things beautiful and pure and free of malice must do, this moment ended. Moments like this were particularly rare. The kiss he gave Emily had nothing to do with ulterior motives, and though it was a French kiss, had the kiss been spoken there would have been no accent to it.

All too soon the kiss was over, and Pierrot smirked. She had felt it too, now it was time to move in for the kill.

“Don’t say a word,” He uttered softly against her neck. “Just save a seat for me at dinner if you felt it too.”

With that he used his Zippo lighter to relight the flaming ring closest to the bed, flooding the cage with light again. Pierrot leapt to his feet, to the roar of the crowd. Pierrot shot into the air, doing a flip through the ring to land in the dirt on his feet. He swept his jester’s hat off and swung it violently across his body, doing an elaborate bow to his praise.

He then motioned to Emily, letting her get the bigger reaction and final bow… but maybe she shouldn’t have the last bow. Pierrot then lifted his right arm straight up, the final bow going to George.

The crowd rose as one, a standing ovation to their fallen friend. Pierrot looked back at Emily and winked. He then jumped out of the cage and made if way out of the tent.

“Andrew! I need a word.”

 

[icu1978]

as Pierrot left the cage emily sat on the edge of the bed placing her finger tips to her tingling moist lips. she could still feel his lips pressed to hers. she had never in her life been kissed like that. it left her feeling stund and breathless. her youngest lion growled and she looked up pulled from her day dreams. standing she hooked each of them to their chains to escort them back to their cage outside where their dinner would be waiting for them after such a grand show. leaving the cage with the four lions attache to chains she walked across the curcis grounds to their cage. opening it and letting them loose she shut the gate and watched as they ate for a while before she turned and made her way to the bus.

her mood had lifted considerably since this morning when she had watched the workers lay goerge in his grave. she looked behind her at Pierrot talking to andrew as she entered the bus after showering and putting on clean shorts and a t shirt she pulled her hair into a loose ponytail and made her way to the small open pavillion style tent where the group took their meals. stepign in she could smell that addam had done his best work as usual. her belly began to rumble as she made her way to addam " hey good lookin.. somthing smells yummy" she said as she stood next to him eyeing all of the good food he had prepaired for them. she always went out of her way to be nice to addam.

 

[And 1]

Andrew watched Pierrot make his dramatic exit,"well he knows how to take a bow" he murmed listeming to the crowd's appluse.Andrew then waited for everything to finish watching the crowd as the began to file out laughing and talking with great excitement about what they had seen.

"Coming boss" he answered when Pierrot mentioned that he wanted a word,they'd had a few word's in private before as their pride and ego's occassionly bumped heads.Andrew waited for Pierrot to start the ball rolling when they entered his part of the bus awat from the others for their little chat.

 

[LitShark]

Once Pierrot caught up to Andrew he gripped his arm tightly, not enough that it hurt him but hard enough that Andrew couldn’t pull away.

“Now listen and listen good spandex boy.” Pierrot said, his tone dangerous and low. “I feel real bad that you can’t fuck the broad side of a barn, but if you EVER try to interrupt me like that again, I will fucking end you. Do you hear me?”

Pierrot flashed one of his throwing knives that seemed to materialize in his hand. Pierrot used the polished blade to reflect a flash of sunlight into Andrew’s eyes, wanting to be certain that Andrew understood how serious he was.

Not waiting for a response Pierrot stepped onto the bus, changing out of his clown suit and into a black tank top and cargo khaki pants. He also used a baby wipe to scrub the makeup off his face.

A hand styling of his silver spiky hair was Pierrot’s final preparation before he made his way to the feast that had been prepared. He smiled sweetly to Emily before clapping Adam on the back and grinning. Pierrot probably got along best with Adam of anyone, when he pulled him aside in confidence he began whispering tales of his triumphs for the day.

“I just finished fuckin’ Michaela again. Old stick up his ass spandex boy got all worked up and tried to interrupt, now I’m about to bag his little crush Emily.” Pierrot laughed deviously but was careful to not be heard by anyone other than Adam. “Wish me luck homie.”

Pierrot pounded his fist against Adam’s and then acted like his hand exploded, sure it was juvenile to have a ‘secret handshake’ but true friends on the road were hard to come by, especially for Pierrot who was so often alienated by the performers who he had to lead.

Pierrot then turned back to the table and smiled sweetly at Emily, sitting next to her he nuzzled her shoulder slightly and let his hand fall onto her thigh.

“Everything looks great Adam, you’ve really outdone yourself again.”

 

[icu1978]

smiling up at adam emily pulled her plate closer and adjusted her setting as she always did. making sure everything was just so before she would taste anything. once she was happy with where her plate and silverwear and glass was she placed her napkin in her lap and took a bite closing her eyes. " mmmm.....adam you spoil us" opening her eyes she winks to him. she had always thought of adam as her closest friend. nothign sexual had ever happened between them but she loved him like her own brother. and for emily that was a special thing. the only other beings she had ever grown close to where her lions.

looking to Pierrot from the corner of her eye she blushed slightly before taking a drink of her tea. sweetend just perfectly. licking her lips she turned to Pierrot " thanks for you help in the cage today. it was kind of you to dedicate the show to george." with that she shruged and looked away lifting a slice of garlic toast to her lips and nibbling on it.

 

[And 1]

Andrew frowned as Pierrot grabbed his arm,he listened as Pierrot warned about what would happen if he interupted him again using one of his throwing knives for added affect.Once Pierrot had left Andrew stormed intohis part of the bus,"that selifsh arogant moron" he grumbled slipping out of his costume and slipped into some casual clothing.


When he arrived at the meal and saw Pierrot trying his moves on Emily Andrew's blood boiled,"so thats his game well he isn't getting his way this time" Andrew murmed to himself.Taking a seat on the other side of Emily he smiled at her and Pierrot,"what a show Emily you were great" he smiled wrapping her up in a hug straing straight into Pierrot's eyes.

 

[riverswildride]

River slipped passed the crowds and into the office. She could smell the food from the dinner tent but ignored it. River smiled a she caufght sight of the cash boxs. Grabbing some water and chips, she sat down and begain to count. River knew she had about a half hour before Pierre would show up.
"I'm bored. You never do anything fun anymore." A voice in her head said.
River ignored the voice. She quickly begain to fill out the daily forms.
"You could at least try to have some fun. Go out and meet someone." The voice said.
"Shut up Ben."
"Hmm, someones cranky. When's the last time you go some?" Ben said.
"I don't have time for this, Ben."
River sighed. Had anyone entered the office, they would not have know the woman sitting at the table. River sometimes hated that Ben could talk to her. No one else had this problem. True Micheal/Micheal left each other notes. And Pierre some times knew what was going on. But River and Ben were the only one's who could talk to each other at any time.
"I know, tell Pierre you want to do a sword dance in tommorows show. It'll drive the crowd crazy. I know you still know the act." Ben said.
River could just see his smug face.
"NO!! You know WHY I don't perform anymore. Now DROP IT!!"

 

[LitShark]

Pierrot selected one of the most promising bottles of port off th table, fishing a bit for a year that suited him. Once he made his selection he filled up Emily's glass first, then his own. Pierrot gladly returned Andrew's "game-on" glare, he could hug Emily until his little spandex arms fell off. The best he was getting was going to be some footsy under the table as Pierrot sealed the deal.

"I wouldn't have had it any other way Emily." Pierrot smiled in response to her remark about George. "This was one of the best shows we've had in a long time, I think George would have liked his tibute. To George!"

Pierrot lifted his glass, inviting everyone to join him in a toast. As he spoke his hand slowly crept higher on Emily's thigh, sliding under her daintily placed napkin.

 

[icu1978]

a little startled by andrews sudden apearance and hug she laughed and huged him back before pulling away and lifting the glass of wine Pierrot had poured for her. " yes to george.. and to a great show." closing her eyes she took a sip of the wine. leting it wash over her tongue before swollowing it.
" mmm that tastes great." she could feel Pierrot's hand sliping up her thing and under her napkin and blushed slightly as she layed her hand over his. looking to him." perhaps you should join me in the lions cage for more shows Pierrot.. you certianly did a great job."

turning to andrew her smile lighting her face up " don't you think Pierrot did a great job with the lions.. very brave of him concideringhe went in there with wild cats that don't really know him. and an emotionaly distruaght woman." laughing she lifted the glass to her lips and took another sip.

 

[LitShark]

"I'd gladly join you anywhere, beautiful!" Pierrot whispered to Emily as he leaned closer, grinning like the cheshire cat.

Outside of his baggy costume Pierrot's body was actually somewhat impressive, as far as bodies went. Dressed in his tanktop and face free of paint Pierrot looked more like a uniquely bright Abercrombe model than flamboyant French traveling circus clown.

Pierrot tossed his silver hair slightly as he turned from Emily's ear where he had been whispering and back to Andrew, casting him a challenging "what now?" look.

"Really I was just feeding off your energy Emily, you're so amazing with those animals, I knew I was safer in there with those animals than I had been out front with the animals in line!" Pierrot laughed, remembering how the first guy he entertained called him a 'frog'. "I think that once we leave the South there are going to be a lot of reworks on the act."

Pierrot really meant it, in fact the entire act would be reworked soon enough. He hadn't told anyone yet, not even his confidant Adam, but this wasn't just another road trip for "Dark Desires".

They had been traveling for as long as Pierrot could remember, obsessed with keeping their secret rather than keeping themselves rooted anywhere. Now a door had opened for them. A smaller, off-Broadway theater in New York had heard about their little act, and invited them to audition for a full time gig.

One show each day, one each night with Mondays off. They'd get salaries, apartments, and a whole new lease on life. The theater owner had been very specific to say "no questions asked", because even though nobody outside of the company knew their secret, it was widely known that Dark Desires was an entity that kept largely to itself.

Pierrot knew he couldn't mention this to the cast just yet, the very prospect of a permenant home for the show and an end to the constant grind of setting up, breaking down and so on, would send them wild with anticipation. They hadn't even made it to NY yet much less landed the gig, he needed them to go on, one show at a time.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Alexis slid out of her costume and into a pair of denim short, and a tank top. She slipped on a pair of turquoise colored sandals and the chuckled as she thought of Alex “waking” up in shorts that hugged his cock and a top that stretched and probably would separate at the seams. She turned her ankles one way and then the next, admiring the shape and giggled when she imagined a man’s foot stuffed into the delicate sole. With a shrug to her shoulders and a quick swipe of lip gloss she left her dressing chamber and darted over to the food tent.

Only a few feet away she stopped and took a deep breath of the air that surrounded her. The aroma coming from Adam’s cooking filled the sky and her stomach growled in anticipation. The crew was certainly blessed as well as cursed as she stepped in and quickly gathered a small sampling of all the dishes. She never worried about what she ate after a show, knowing Alex did enough of that for both of them. When it was his turn to appear he would work out and sweat off all the calories she shoved into him.

“Everything looks delicious,” she told Adam, before licking a sliver of sauce off her finger. She turned to see Pierrot, Emily, and Andrew all conversing amongst themselves, but she wasn’t a fool, she saw the daggers that were flying between the two men and the oh so innocent expression on Emily’s face.

“Is she really that gullible?” Alexis thought to herself, though unknowingly she’d whispered her thoughts softly, under her breath. She grabbed a soda, another evening no no that Alex would work off and slid into a chair next to the others.

“Sorry to hear about Gerogie,” she told Emily before pulling her roll apart and popping a piece of the soft bread into her mouth. She turned back to Adam and called out, “Delicious!” before sliding a now buttered digit into her mouth and rolling her tongue across the sweet melted condiment.

 

[And 1]

Andrew joined the toast to the dear departed George,he smiled polietly at Pierrot as if to display to the others that everything was rosy between them."Yes he did a good job congrats Pierrot" he nodded smilng back at him,he then sipped his drink his eyes never leaving Pierrot or Emily for that matter.

"Well Emily if your not busy after lunch would you like to vist my quarters I've got nothing happening prior to sunset and would love some company" Andrew polietly asked her grinning back to Pierrot to throw the gauntlet back at him.

 

[LitShark]

"Actually, Emily, I was hoping you might want to help me fence off George's grave." Pierrot looked back at Andrew as if he had stepped in something and was observing the bottom of his shoe. "I dug it pretty deep, but the vet people aren't coming by until tonight so we ought to make sure it stays undisturbed until they can mark it off. We already know better than to trust the night shift with serious work."

 

[And 1]

Andrew smiled back,"an excellent idea Pierrot in fact I'll help you both" he softly said.If Pierrot thought he could shake Andrew easily he was wrong,Andrew sipped his drink two ego's such as his and Pierrot were both too proud to quit so this little game would continue.

 

[LitShark]

Captain Cockblock continued to conspire concerning carnal cunt cramming connections. Whenever Pierrot found himself particularly pissed-off he would make up alliteration to help himself remember just what it was he was pissed about. That way he could just remember a letter to remind himself why it was he hated Andrew. C was the letter designated to this incident.

“It’s really more of a two person job Andy.” Pierrot replied, his tone irritated. “Normally it’s a job for those who actually dug the grave, but I figured since Emily was so close with George she would like the honor. I guess I can do it myself if you have plans with Andrew…”

 

[CyanideStarr]

((OOC: sorry about posting so slowly, this weekends been hectic...)))

Adam took a seat near Alexis, Pierrot, Emily and Andrew to enjoy his own meal. He didn't want to get stuck in the middle of what was going on between the Pierrot, Emily, and Andrew. With his luck, he'd be pulled in anyway, being very close to both Emily and Pierrot. But he was going to try very hard to be Switzerland in this battle.

"If you guys enjoy the dinner, just wait for desert. and drink up the wine. I think everyone needs it. particularly River, she's been super stressed lately. Anyone seen her since the show started? or is she just avoiding my cooking?"

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Alexis listened to the interchange between the two gentleman. She watched Adam take a seat next to her and she smiled warmly at him, then continued to try and eat her meal, but the conversation the two men kept having seemed to her like something that could easily be settled with just one minor detail cleared up.

She finished the bite that was in her mouth and then took a drink, pushed her plate away as well as the soda can. “Emily it seems you’ve garnered the attention of two fine gentleman, perhaps they should just stand up, whip their cocks out, lay them on the table and measure. Whomever has the longest gets to build the fence and fuck you senseless.” She winked and then turned to Adam.

“I doubt River’s avoiding your cooking; it is excellent as always. Dessert however I am sure will be sinfully delicious.” She knew she’d have an extra serving, so Alex could work that off as well. She eyed both Andrew and Pierrot, wondering who would be the first to lay it on the line, so to speak.

 

[And 1]

Andrew smiled at Alexis and her noval solution to the issue,"an intresting notion Alexis though not until after Desert" he chuckled waiting for it to be served.

"No Pierrot I insist I help you" he continued smiling at Emily,he knew Pierrot would be hoping mad so tried to appear good natured.He had lost count how many times they had chased after the same girl,indeed they only matter they respected each other on was their skills as performers apart from that everything and anything they clashed on from pay to who's turn it was to help clean up after the animals.

 

[icu1978]

emily's mouth fell open at Alexis little speach. looking back and forth bewteen the two men beside her she carefully picked up her napkin and set it on the table. she could feel tears burning her eyes as she looked to addam." i wont be staying for desert. but you did a wonderful job with dinner addam. thank you." standing she moved away from the table." Pierrot, thank yyou taking the time to look after george's grave for me.. i will meet you both*looking to andrew* at the grave..."

turning she fled from the tent and ran to the bus. steping inside she moved to her quarters and lay on the large bed. feeling sick to her stomach. she rolled onto her side and looked out the window next to her bed. she could see the lions cage from here. she sighed as she looked out at the place where she would be helping put up a fence for george in a short time. wiping the tears from her eyes she rolled to her back and tryed to put what Alexis had said from her mind. she knew that andrew and Pierrot where always competeing with each other and more often than not where involved in some form of disagreement. but this time Alexis was wrong and had gone to far. what she said did not hing but emberass emily and make her feel bad. she knew that the guys where just trying to be nice. and all though she had always had a weakness for Pierrot he had never really shown any interest in her so she had put all thought of a relationship with him from her mind. until tonight.. if she closed her eyes and thought about it she could still feel his warm lips on hers.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Alexis snickered inwardly as Emily ran away. She rolled her eyes and sighed, “A bit melodramatic,” she said and popped a piece of bread into her mouth. She then turned to Andrew as well as Pierrot. “You two really need to grow up, so does she. This isn’t grade school. If she wants to fuck you both then she will. She’s not professed love and undying devotion to either of you and I know you aren’t in love with her Pierrot, so just go do the man thin; grunt, stroke your cocks and decide who spits the farthest and may the best man win.”

She got up and set her food tray in the sink, pulled a beer from the cooler and watched the show. It was almost as entertaining as the circus. Then again, she thought to herself, this place was a circus. . . it even included the “child-like” star of the show.

The cool beer rolled down her throat and she wondered how many it would take to get herself wasted, but no matter what she was not going to apologize to little miss naive Emily.