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Fountain
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I went to see the Chippendales last night, with my galpals. I was hoping and praying that I'd be able to get on stage with these cute guys, but I had very little hope of it, as we had seats pretty far back.
But, as early as the third act, they asked for a volunteer, and about 10 women jumped out of their chair, waved and shouted "Me! Me! Pick me!" I was one of them, naturally.
"You gotta do something to catch my attention," said the guy on stage.
So... I flashed him.
"OK, you in the back, jumping up and down. Yes, you! Get up here!"
He took my hand and lead me on stage.
"What's your name, sweetie?"
"Maria."
"Ladies, give a big hand for Maria! So, Maria, having a good time tonight?
"I hope I will..."
"She's hoping she'll have a good time tonight..! So, Maria, is your man waiting for you at home?"
"No, there's no-one there..."
"Maria! What are you doing here? This is not what you told me last night!!!"
Another guy came out on stage, dressed as Clark Kent.
"Do you ladies know what Maria told me last night, in our hotel room? After we had finished..."
He made some poking movements with his hips.
"She said I was the greatest lover she'd ever had!"
I was in a naughty mood, and held up one hand, measuring a small distance with my thumb and index finger. The audience roared with laughter, Clark Kent lost his speech for a moment, and the cutie that had dragged me up on stage almost snorted with laughter.
Clark Kent looked at me wickedly.
"You're a bad girl, aren't ya? he said to me.
"You better believe it!" I said.
He took my hand and put it on his leg, and I squeezed his iron-hard thigh. I wanted to move my hand a little to the left, but he held it still.
"You like that, don't you?" he said.
And then the real act began. He sang to me, a song called "I'll be your man", but every other minute, another guy took over. One guy was on his knees, holding my hand, promising me trips to foreign places and expensive jewellery. Another one came in dressed as a mechanic, with long, blond hair and stubble on his chin, and sang that I should have a real working man, who could do me right. Clark Kent answered by ripping his shirt off and show the Superman costume underneath, singing he may look like an ordinary man, but he was really a Superman. The mechanic sat on my lap and placed my hands on his butt, his chest... Richie Rich pushed him away, and put a hand on my knee. I immediately spread my les wide, to invite him to do a little mroe touching, but he didn't. The audience laugehd at this gesture, too.
Finally, they pulled me off the chair, and danced with me. I played along, and danced and swayed my hips, and finally, Superman "won" me, and I got to run a hand down his naked, sweaty torso. Before the lights went out, he held me tight and dipped me, kissing the air above my cheek, making it look like he really kissed me. Then, while the audience got to watch a group of lations dancing, I was escorted off stage with a "Thank you, sweetie! Have a good time tonight!"
The local newpaper was there, taking photos and interviewing the audience about how they liked the show. I'm on page 24, with a photo and three lines telling everyone how much I enjoyed being pulled up on stage and having three gorgeous guys courting me.
But, as early as the third act, they asked for a volunteer, and about 10 women jumped out of their chair, waved and shouted "Me! Me! Pick me!" I was one of them, naturally.
"You gotta do something to catch my attention," said the guy on stage.
So... I flashed him.
"OK, you in the back, jumping up and down. Yes, you! Get up here!"
He took my hand and lead me on stage.
"What's your name, sweetie?"
"Maria."
"Ladies, give a big hand for Maria! So, Maria, having a good time tonight?
"I hope I will..."
"She's hoping she'll have a good time tonight..! So, Maria, is your man waiting for you at home?"
"No, there's no-one there..."
"Maria! What are you doing here? This is not what you told me last night!!!"
Another guy came out on stage, dressed as Clark Kent.
"Do you ladies know what Maria told me last night, in our hotel room? After we had finished..."
He made some poking movements with his hips.
"She said I was the greatest lover she'd ever had!"
I was in a naughty mood, and held up one hand, measuring a small distance with my thumb and index finger. The audience roared with laughter, Clark Kent lost his speech for a moment, and the cutie that had dragged me up on stage almost snorted with laughter.
Clark Kent looked at me wickedly.
"You're a bad girl, aren't ya? he said to me.
"You better believe it!" I said.
He took my hand and put it on his leg, and I squeezed his iron-hard thigh. I wanted to move my hand a little to the left, but he held it still.
"You like that, don't you?" he said.
And then the real act began. He sang to me, a song called "I'll be your man", but every other minute, another guy took over. One guy was on his knees, holding my hand, promising me trips to foreign places and expensive jewellery. Another one came in dressed as a mechanic, with long, blond hair and stubble on his chin, and sang that I should have a real working man, who could do me right. Clark Kent answered by ripping his shirt off and show the Superman costume underneath, singing he may look like an ordinary man, but he was really a Superman. The mechanic sat on my lap and placed my hands on his butt, his chest... Richie Rich pushed him away, and put a hand on my knee. I immediately spread my les wide, to invite him to do a little mroe touching, but he didn't. The audience laugehd at this gesture, too.
Finally, they pulled me off the chair, and danced with me. I played along, and danced and swayed my hips, and finally, Superman "won" me, and I got to run a hand down his naked, sweaty torso. Before the lights went out, he held me tight and dipped me, kissing the air above my cheek, making it look like he really kissed me. Then, while the audience got to watch a group of lations dancing, I was escorted off stage with a "Thank you, sweetie! Have a good time tonight!"
The local newpaper was there, taking photos and interviewing the audience about how they liked the show. I'm on page 24, with a photo and three lines telling everyone how much I enjoyed being pulled up on stage and having three gorgeous guys courting me.
