My Only Talent Ch. 17

When I was researching Lara's needs, I ran into a lot of academic discussion of this stuff. Like Suzanne and I had talked about, back when we were all animals on the savannah, trying to get as many of our genes into the next generation as possible, females might mate with many males in a night. From a purely sperm competition basis, and from the view point of an individual male, when you saw a female in season, you should mount her. If you saw another male mounting her, you should mount her right after him and try to displace his sperm with yours. So the theory went that the males that could be 'ready to go' right after another male were the ones that succeeded in impregnated more females, and in the next generation there were more males with that trait, and suddenly being excited about 'sloppy seconds' became a survival trait that was selected for in each successive generation. From an overall species viewpoint, many more offspring were produced in this way than the older scenario wherein one male killed off most of other males and then sired all the offspring. So eventually, through these two mechanisms, promiscuity became more common. This apparently was the way things were thought to have been in caveman days, and it stayed that way until the advent of agriculture changed the equations a bit. Since that change was just a few seconds ago on an evolutionary time scale, many males and females still had some of those 'sloppy seconds' trigger mechanisms in place, and some of them became very powerfully aroused by them, whether they thought it logical or moral or not.

Millie laughed, but kindly. "There is a big phallic symbol on campus with an inscription that says '"Ye shall know the Truth and the Truth shall make you free'. Tell us the truth and free yourself and your desires!"

The woman on stage screamed as if in childbirth. "I want my husband to watch me being fucked by other men! I want him to get so turned on that he has to fuck me too, right after them. Thinking about it gets me so turned on that I can't help myself! I fantasize about it all the time! I am evil and no man will have me! I am so ashamed!" She screamed and sobbed again. Her Suzie carrier was replete with such scenes, but in each there was a man standing and watching her exploits, and then he would take her strongly, and they would huddle together and sleep of the rest of the night.

A voice with an unusual accent called out a seemingly involuntary cry of "Mother of God!" and then was silent. I felt a sharp male Suzie signal, like a rapier directed at the stage, signaling fulminating arousal and excitement focused on this woman. I spoke to Millie through the mouthpiece, and she repeated almost word for word.

"Do not despair, sister. You are not alone in your desires, and there are some men out there who want exactly what you do, and are just as strongly excited by it as you are. Finding them will not be easy, but it can be done. Come and submit to the Master for a moment, and imagine that your special man is watching!"

She fell to her knees and desperately swallowed my cock piece, grabbing the top of my boots with both hands and anchoring herself to me. When I turned on the strobe her heartbeat raced in synchrony with its pulses, and her Suzie signal was so strong it almost knocked me out. Like Mrs. Douglass had tried to teach me just a few months ago, there are some things that only a few women want, but they desperately need and want those things.

Then it seemed a dozen girls fought to be the next on stage, and there was some pushing and shoving in the ranks. But that was all the time we had available, and all the subjects we had planned for. Millie teased it shamelessly. "That's all the time we have, this year. But next year we will do this again, and maybe help a few more women to find peace and satisfaction. Now, we will have a long set of songs for your dancing pleasure, and then our musical finale, which you don't want to miss one second of, believe me!"

DJ DeeRay, apparently the current hot craze spinner of the club set, took the stage and began to play a mix of Techo-pop, Electronika, Rap, Big Band, and other stuff I could not describe or categorize, but it all had a pounding dance beat, and people took to the dance floor in droves. Cindy Nelson and the girls had even scripted this, and we were all assigned to go out and dance with other invitees and not each other, so we could gather the latest gossip and gauge the reactions to the party so far. I was not prepared for the number of women, and a few men, who were desperate for a dance with the Master, but Cindy was. She had actually set up a little table, and had the hopefuls queued up, and a no cut in policy in place.

The first in line was none other than Marie Oroterrassier! The first song was a slow dance, and she plastered herself to me, grabbing my hips and pulling me into her. She clearly did not know who I really was, and her silent Suzie totally belied her frantic actions. "I want you to punish me, Master, make me you slave!" she said.

"Did you watch the other women that were just on stage?" I asked her.

"Yes. It was very exciting!"

"But then you must realize that I know you are lying to me! What do you really want?"

She was taken aback, apparently not used to being confronted, and fell silent. I felt Suzie signals from people all around me, conveying varying levels of arousal and carrying many scenes, almost in the background noise but still clearly discernible to me. I realized that my Suzie receiving capabilities had jumped to still another, even more advanced level indeed. My stomach growled. Marie's Suzie stayed completely silent, betraying no desire for anyone at all, much less me. Was she so caught up in playing games and manipulating people that she had no real desires of her own at all? I didn't detect anything. The first dance ended with no further revelations, and I felt a chill, and looked forward to another dance partner.

The next up was our old acquaintance Penelope Peters Perabo, dressed in what was clearly her knockoff version of Millie's metal fuck toy get up. She pulled it off surprisingly well for being 50 plus, her body still tight and tanned, and the parts hidden by her bathing suit providing lovely highlights under the metal pieces. "You haven't called me for our lunch, Robbie!" So much for my secret identity! "I would hate to have to talk to the tabloids about all this!" I tuned into her Suzie, and heard a fog of extraneous signals. She was gaming me, figuring to manipulate me with threats and extortion rather than being honest with me. Testing my new capabilities, I tried to drill down through the noise and discover her real needs. I finally found a carrier signal, somewhat suppressed, that showed her restrained, on display and totally helpless, unable to move, while I teased and taunted her, then penetrated her forcefully.

"Penelope, you should know you can't deceive or manipulate me! I told you in my email I was very busy for the rest of this semester. Perhaps we can get together later after New Year's. You are a lovely women but I respond best to honesty. Perhaps sometime when you are tied up, I can learn more about you?"

She spoke quickly. "You mean when I am not tied up don't you?"

"No. When you are ready to be honest with me, we will talk further." Her Suzie slowly ramped up, as she realized that I must somehow know what she really wanted. I was not even sure she had really admitted it to herself yet. Was she another one in my future pipeline, perhaps?

The third dance partner was someone I did not recognize at all when she slipped into my arms for another slow dance, and old tune about a 'Mean Mistreater' sampled and then rapped. But when she spoke I was thunderstruck! I recognized her voice instantly. It was the actress who played a hot but harried mom in her thirties with two kids and a wacky hubby on a sitcom that my family had often watched on TV when I was about twelve. I had imprinted on her like a young duckling, and even though she was prim and proper on the show, I used to beat off incessantly to thoughts of her in my bed. She had been on a game show for a while and I guess she was considered a 'B List' celebrity now, but she was on my A list for hot and always would be. Dancing against her got me hard in an instant, but my cock piece provided a shield from instant attention. "I love your outfit, Master!" she began, giggling. There was a Suzie blast from her, and I instantly knew that the shy suburban housewife character had not been typecasting. "What would you command me to do?"

The thought came instantly to mind. Would she do it? "First, I want you to kiss me!" She did, and wonderfully. "Do you know who Cindy Nelson is?"

"Yes. She talked to my agent, who got me invited to this party."

"I want you to go find Cindy and tell her you want to appear in the final number. You will have to hurry to get into makeup in time!"

Her Suzie blasted even stronger. "I already turned them down, I...."

"I want you to do it for me! I would love to see you up there!" She kissed me again and then ran to find Cindy.

I danced with a few other girls, none as memorable as the first three, and then Cindy announced a 30 minute break before the final musical number. My stomach growling, I headed for the appetizers. I saw the camera crews setting up hand held cameras near the stage, with Tess and the TMZ reported on them like ducks on June bug, telling what kind of shots they wanted and that they wanted them immediately. I guess it really was a hot story. They convinced the crew to shoot a teaser segment for each of them with empty stage as a backdrop, and began their spiels as I passed on the way to the calories.

I was midway through my second plateful before I looked around to see who else was there. I recognized Ivor Greentree, and saw Spear Overtop, dressed as a monk, or some such. I went over to Ivor and spoke, disguising my voice, I hoped. "Hello Ivor"

He looked at me funny. "Do I know you?"

"No. But I hear you like our fair city, especially the girl watching?"

"Aye, you got that right. Bloody fabulous!"

"Well, don't miss a second of the final stage number then. There are a few lovelies in the chorus line that are not to be believed!"

"Like who?"

"Well, did you see the little short girl and big tall girl at the track that all the Italians went crazy for?"

"You mean Gretchen and her friend?"

"I don't know their names." I hoped my voice was sufficiently unrecognizable. "But they will both be in the chorus line in the final number, high kicking in the nude! Along with Julie Angel, the movie star, and two reporters from TMZ and the Tattler, and the woman who led Bob the Knob's running group, plus a few more surprises!"

Ivor looked stage struck for a moment, then said "Mother of God!" I knew I recognized that voice. He grabbed the shoulder pads of my costume, saying "Can you do something for me, but keep it confidential? Can you introduce me to that last coppertop hellion that talked to you on stage?"

"Do you find her attractive, Ivor?"

"God, Yes. I am the man she is looking for, but don't tell anyone but her!"

"Well, speaking of confidentiality, we made some promises to those women before they agreed to go on stage. But I might be able to arrange for you to meet her without violating those promises, but I can't specifically introduce you. Will you be completely honest with her?"

"Yes! I am begging you, I have to meet her! Anything you can do!"

I had an idea, but I would have to think it through. I loaded up my third plate, and Spear approached me. "Can I have a word?"

"Of course you can, my fine and anonymous Monk! What can I do for you?"

"I want to meet that second woman on stage, the little honey blond budding Dominatrix!" Wow. I never intended to run a dating service.

"Well, we made some confidentiality promises to her, but maybe I can arrange for you to meet her in some context. Give me some time to work on it?"

"Just don't take too long. I am already heartsick for her. I want to be that next man she asks to kiss her goodnight!"

I suppose for every woman there is a least one man out there, and vice versa. I would let my right brain work on things for a while. I polished off my plate, eschewing more water because I couldn't take my cock piece off by myself, and headed back toward the stage. I suppose I shouldn't have looked at the waterfall on the way, because now I really wanted to pee. Suzanne appeared at my side, and put her hands on one of the big holes at the back of my leather pants, caressing my butt cheek. I loved it. I loved her. She had taken her mask off, and was all made up in the garish fashion demanded by the final stage number, but had a hoodie tracksuit on to stay hidden until then.

"Hello Master!" she said seductively. "All this talk of fantasies and sexual honesty got me to thinking!" She stuck her tongue up on her top teeth and leered at me. Suzie signal talents or not, that one little gesture always got me hot as hell, like I was a trained seal that wanted a fish.

"Since I love you, I am always trying to anticipate your wants and needs, just as I am sure you are doing for me, right?" This is another one of those things I am always loathe to agree to in advance.

She leaned up to me and whispered in my ear. "I think by now you may need to take a piss. If I help you with your costume, can I watch?" I knew there was a reason that I loved this woman. We found a little individual bathroom, and locked the door behind us. She squatted rather than kneeled, and gently detached my silver and gold cock cover, keeping her tongue up against her top teeth. At first I was afraid that I might not be able to pee because I was too excited, but he pressure was building and I was able to let go a respectable stream.

"That is so nasty!" she said. "I like it! I need to be careful of my make up Robbie, so I can only use my tongue and not my lips tonight, I hope that's okay?"

As soon as the last drop escaped I started to get hard again. She leaned over and licked the very end of my cock, never touching it with her lips, and never taking her eyes off of mine. How could she be any hotter? I had to restrain myself from grabbing the back of her head and forcing myself down her throat. I sent her a blast of the image, and she gulped.

"Hold that thought?" she said. You know it, beautiful. Anything you ask. "Oh, Robbie. I am going to be the most excited girl on stage, thanks to you. And I am going to enjoy every minute of it!"

We made our way back to the stage and found our marks. It was crowded with both bands, with the lead singers from the Goompers and the Chiksee Dix out front, then the big chorus line, and then me behind the line. The line had been trained, stretched, and coached by three former feature performances from the SWTSU Strutpack, and was composed of the Phi Phi alum TMZ reporter and some Phi Phi pledges, Tessa Formby, Suzanne, Millie, Lara, Gretchen, and Julie Angel, the number one female box office attraction for the last five years, and my personal favorite actress and star of my teenage stroke sessions. My role was to dance around behind the line and give the dancers a few photogenic lashes with my whip, and occasionally trigger the strobe light in my cock piece. The music started with an up tempo drum solo, and the beat seemed to kick start my Suzie receiver, and suddenly I was tuned into the chorus line. They were individually and collectively into the party, the music, the dance, and a little exhibitionism.

As the bass guitar line began to pound, the curtain rose and the stage lights went up, and the girls began to dance to the beat. The song had originally been called 'Addicted to Love" and we had modified it to be 'Addicted to Austin' and added a dozen verses. All of the dancers were in the same almost clown white face paint, with hugely exaggerated eye makeup, bright red lipstick, and short dark hair. Their makeup was so garish and identical that it made it almost completely impossible to recognize an individual woman, especially as the lighting primarily came from low and to the side. They all wore identical black dresses, which I knew were flimsy rags with hook and ring fasteners that would soon be discarded. The words to each verse were up in Karaoke style on two video screens, and the audience was urged to sing along. Our chorus line was a lot more active than the models in the original video, and when they tossed off part of their costumes, revealing their right shoulders and breasts at the end of the third verse, the crowd went crazy. The girl's Suzies did too, in a kind a mass hypnotism and temporary insanity.

At verse six, the chorus was completely topless, and at verse nine when the final rags came off to reveal them completely, the crowd sounded like a pack of braying hounds. The Chiksee Dix lead singer revealed a unique dance move that the other girls lacked, having apparently taken the time to master the trick of having (her?) breasts rotate clockwise, while (his?) cock rotated counter clockwise. I don't remember seeing that at dress rehearsal, and I think I would have remembered it. When the last two verses were accompanied with synchronized high kicks and whip lashes from me onto some of the dancers' butts, I was concerned that civilization might break down entirely. The entire audience was screaming at the top of its lungs, and the Suzie signals were so loud and raucous that I wanted to duck to avoid the impending stampede. Then spotlights trained up on the side walls of the waterfall came on, and each little table area had a stripper pole in it, with a naked Phi Phi coed, also in the garish makeup, high kicking in time with the beat. The audience was now completely agog.

I discovered that I could tell from their Suzie signals which dancer on stage really wanted the whip, and was surprised to discover that they all did. Millie of course was completely incorrigible, almost coming with each stroke, and Julie Angel amazed me by being right there with her. Cindy had scripted the ending tableau, and I stood tall in the center of the stage while the dancers arrayed themselves standing, kneeling, and lying around me so each could touch my cock piece with one finger. We had rigged the strobe to sync with the kick drums, and it did perfectly, and I tried to crack the whip to the same rhythm. We all ended on the same note, with the dancers up on the side walls with legs saucily in the air, and Cindy said "See y'all next year!", and then the sound was quenched, the spotlights doused, the house lights dimmed, and the curtain came down, to massive applause and calls of "encore!", but we knew we had to leave them wanting more for next year.

The backstage lights came up and I saw Suzanne and Mille kissing Lara, all three of them an absolute vision, chests pumping, nipples erect, and skin flushed all over. I couldn't get my arms around all three of them at once, but I sure tried. Soon it was an all cast group hug and fondle, and I experienced for the first and I hoped last time the unique sensation of having one of the dancers press two wonderful hard nipples against my ribs while also pressing a hard cock against my hip. At least I had my leather suit on. We headed to the backstage area for the girls to get dressed, and everyone was talking a mile a minute. The plasma monitors showed a shot apparently taken from one of the TV station towers with a wide telephoto lens of naked people seen swimming through the glass side of the swimming pool that faced toward town, meaning they had finally located the party. We could see the sunrise coming in through the windows, and soon we heard two loud helicopters circling the house. Someone said it was from the local NBC and ABC stations, which were feeding live video to their morning network news shows. As we emerged from backstage, Tessa and the TMZ reporter were interviewing Julie Angel's movie star husband and the now clothed female celebs that had been on stage for later updates, some acknowledging that they had been up there nude and some just smiling and saying "I'll never tell!" and both reporters teasing later segments that would give more details and personal stories about the party.