Myka's Tail Ch. 06

"Holy shit," Kass gasped as I stood there while I was coming, trying to stay on my feet while my knees shook. "That was so fucking hot!"

"We've had a while to get a feel for each other," Kelli replied with a chuckle. "No pun intended. But now I think Myka is relaxed enough that she can go out there and dazzle everyone. I'm going to go take my place out front so that when they put Paul up on stage, I will be there behind him to keep his hands to himself."

"I hope he doesn't bust a nut when he sees me walk through that curtain," I giggled, and both of the other girls joined in with my laughter. "That would put a damper on the entire thing."

"Oh, he'll be surprised. That's for sure," Kass replied, still grinning. "But I think he will be able to handle it. Anyway, it's about time, so go wait up by the curtain, Myka, and I will go let Dylan know to get things rolling out front."

The three of us exited the dressing room, and Kelli made her way to one of the side doors that led out onto the floor, where the girls would wander around after being on stage and offer private dances. The plan was to wait until Paul was seated on the end of the stage runway, then she would join him and keep him in line. None of us expected him to be grabby or unruly, but having Kelli there would certainly amp up the eroticism for everyone, especially if she used the riding crop that came with her outfit.

Kass, however, had disappeared, and I had no idea where she could have gone. I was well and truly alone now, and my heart was pounding so hard that it was almost jumping out of my chest. It was a short walk up to the staging area at the opening to the curtain, and one of the other dancers showed me where to wait so that when the current show was done, no one would see the next person just hanging around. I was so nervous that my tail wouldn't quit lashing back and forth, and when Kass came up behind and put her arms around me, I nearly screamed in surprise. Somehow, I was barely able to keep it together.

"Oh god, Myka," she breathed as she pulled me into a hug. "I didn't mean to scare you, and you are probably on edge already. Everything is set, and after this song the guys will get Paul up and seated, and then you will be introduced."

"Shit. This is really happening," I whispered to no one in particular, and Kass gave me a soft kiss on the cheek for comfort.

"It is, but I think you will do great, because it's for Paul. And I can hardly wait for you to finish so that I can clean up the mess he makes when you come back."

Turning around, I hugged her for a last bit of moral support and she left me with another kiss as she let go and headed back to the dressing room. I could see, and feel somewhat, the lust and the love that Kass had for Kelli and I as it pulsed over the web that tied us all together, and I could feel Kelli's joy match my own as she got a sense of what I could see. Finally, I heard the current song that had been playing wind down, and the announcer gave the dancer a final send off, and as the curtain parted just enough to let her back in, it was Maureen's smiling face that greeted me.

"Damn girl, you are gonna own the room tonight," she complimented me as the curtain closed behind her while she eyed me up and down. "Remember what I told you, and you got this!"

She wasted no time in heading back to grab the pieces of her outfit that one of the bouncers had gathered for her after she had removed it all, and I was amazed at how comfortable Maureen appeared to be in her nudity in such a public place. I, on the other hand, still had a slight tremble with a tumbling stomach to match, and pretty soon I was going to be out there both giving and showing my all. I had gone without clothing a lot the last few years, but that had been rare occasions with the members of the Circle and a very few friends, not for the group of men that were here tonight.

I was jolted out of my reverie when I heard the announcer ask Paul to go up onto the stage for his "last" personal dance before he was going to be hitched, and the hollers and wolf whistles of everyone who had come to celebrate with him rang loud in my ears. Stepping up to the curtain, I parted it just a hair, enough to see that a couple of the bouncers were setting Paul down in a chair, and one looked to be explaining the rules to him. Kelli was also visible, walking up behind him as she gave the bouncers a wink while tapping her riding crop against her shoulder. The lights dimmed a bit, the guys all around got silent, and the announcer's voice boomed out once again over the speakers.

"Alright boys," whoever it was cried out, getting everyone there pumped up for the dance that was coming. "We got a special treat for our poor groom here tonight! She's making her amateur debut on stage just for him. Everyone put your hands together, and give a hot Nightingales welcome for Little... Miss... Pussy Kat!"

The spike of terror I felt in that moment made me want to collapse, but before I could even think about being any more afraid, the curtain pulled back and the spotlight shined itself directly on me. What Maureen said to me backstage came to my mind in an instant, and I remembered that I had the power here. I could feel Kelli's love and support, and I could see the shock on Paul's face as he realized who was actually standing there at the other end of the stage walk way.

It felt like an eternity passed as I stood there in the glare of the lights, but the blare of the music as it started to pump out over the speakers told me it had only been a moment or two. Then, with confidence in my heart that I didn't know I possessed, I strode forward to give Paul and his buddies the show of their lives.

The heavy thump of the opening drum from Aerosmith's Rag Doll pounded out over the crowd, and my heels rang out with a staccato strike with every step I took down the stage, perfectly matching the rhythm of the music. I exaggerated my hip sway as I approached the first floor to ceiling pole that was on the stage, and my tail whipped back and forth like a metronome, keeping my steps in time with the music.

I reached out and grabbed the cool metal with my hand just as the blare of the horn section in the song kicked in, and I used my agility to its fullest extent. My legs flipped my body over my head and wrapped around the pole, holding me in place for just a moment. One of my legs kicked out to give me enough spin that I was able to let go with my hands and use the crook of my other knee to grip and slow my slide down the shaft. I forced my chest out as far as I could as I dropped so that everyone could get a good look down the low cut of my corset, and then placed my hands on the floor before I had dropped too far.

Unwrapping my legs from the pole allowed me to go into a hand stand which caused the crowd to whistle and holler even louder. I spread my legs out into a wide split, knowing as I did so that everyone there could probably see the wet stain of my now completely soaked panties. I pulled my tail up to cover up what everyone wanted to see, and the collective groan in the crowd made me chuckle in my head. A quick move had my legs together and I let one, then the other fall as I let my back arch and then let my chest shoot up until I was standing straight and looking out at the guys with a coy smile on my face.

Keeping the grin as I moved forward, step by step, planting my heel each time and flexing my calves and ass seemed to get another good reaction from my audience. Then, over the course of a few short strides, I reached behind my back and pulled the zipper down that held my corset together, causing it to open up and flap to each side. Paul had a stunned look on his face, as if he couldn't believe that I was actually up here dancing for him, and with a wink in his direction I hoped that I had calmed him down some. From everyone else there, however, there was a collective intake of breath once they realized that I was moments away from giving them the goods.

Giving a turn and a shrug, I let my back face everyone, and bent over at the waist with my legs crossed. My tail was ramrod straight and sticking up high in the air, and I could feel Kelli's desire as she and the crowd got a fantastic view of my ass. By shifting my shoulders as I turned, the sleeved corset came loose and I let it slide down my arms. Standing up once again left the top of my outfit laying on the floor, and another spin uncrossed my legs as I crossed my arms over my now bare breasts. I could see the hunger in the eyes of those nearest the stage, and I could almost feel their aching desire to force my hands away with just their thoughts.

I was fully into my role here, and I realized that I had teased the men long enough. As Steve Tyler's voice burst out from the sound system, backed by the music of the horns and guitars, I flung my hands wide and then placed them akimbo on my hips while sticking my chest out as far as I could. There was no way in hell that my nipples could be any more stiff and sensitive than they were at this moment, and out of the corner of my eye I glimpsed the shiny sparkle that the gemstones in my piercings were giving off.

The whistles and catcalls increased, once I had taken my hands away from the firm roundness of my breasts, and they began to bounce with each step that I took once I was moving again. Maureen had been right, and I was reveling in the feelings of control that were washing over me in waves. I knew that I would never do this again, but for now, I gave one hundred percent to the effort. I took another three swaying steps forward while I undid the fastener on the side of my costume's skirt. The moment I unfastened the catch I moved my body into several spins, letting my tail whip behind me with each turn.

When I stopped my spinning motion with an abrupt stomp of my foot as the classic rock anthem continued to blast over the speakers, I let go of the grip I had on the skirt and let gravity pull it down to settle around my ankles. Everyone in the audience was now cheering and screaming up a storm, and Paul's mouth hung open in pure shock. The show was far from being over, however.

Bending over at the waist once more, I placed my hands on the ground and pulled one foot from within the center of my fallen skirt and let all of the boys there see what a Neko could do. My increased agility and flexibility allowed me to perform what was possibly the sexiest forward walkover in history. It was slow and even, with my legs again performing a split as I moved my lower body over my upper. I could feel the thin cloth of the panties I was wearing pull tight and accentuate the delicate slit of my pussy, and the pressure that it put on my tingling lips sent an electric thrill through my core. I was able to plant first one foot, and then the other before using my strength to stand back up and continue my rhythmic saunter towards Paul's place on the stage.

I was close to him now, and I could see and hear his heavy breathing, even over the volume of the music. There was a collective hush from the crowd as I moved within arm's reach of Paul, and the excitement over what I was going to do to him had the room buzzing in anticipation. One more step brought me to the point where I could reach out and touch him, and he started to get up from the chair that he had been seated in. I could sense his concern, and a bit of anguish, at my approach, and I realized that my being here was, in many ways, very bothersome to him.

My mind was racing over what the bouncers would do if he continued to get out of the chair, but Kelli put a halt to that in an instant. Paul's ass was no more than a few inches off the chair when the sharp crack of her riding crop on his chest caused him to fall back into the seat. He had not realized she was behind him, and when he turned to see who it was, Paul experienced another moment of absolute surprise. For her part, Kelli just gave him a wink and shook her finger at him while his friends below laughed at his error. Knowing that she was there, however, had calmed him down a lot.

The beat of the drums continued to drive me along, and I did a few slow spins for Paul before I seated myself in his lap and grinded on his cock, which had probably been completely stiff since about one minute after I walked out onto the stage. While I flexed my thighs and used my ass to create an incredible friction underneath his jeans, I leaned back so he could look down my chest and see my rock hard nipples as they pointed to the sky. I also took the time to whisper in his ear.

"Hi there stud," I giggled to him as I felt his hips twitch in time with my movements. "Did we get your attention?"

"Myka, what the hell are you doing here," he hissed back with a note of desperation in his voice. "I'm marrying Kass now, and you shouldn't be doing this to me."

"Oh, my poor little boy," I teased while continuing the circular motion with my hips. "Who do you think set all of this up?"

I wanted to remain there, seated in Paul's lap while I pulled his hands up to knead my breasts, but that was against the rules, and I knew there was still more of the show that had to be finished. While the version of Rag Doll that the club had played was an extended mix of the song, it couldn't last forever, and Kass had been clear that I needed to get him to come inside of me. The time had arrived for me to pull out the big guns.

The look of shock and confusion that Paul wore when I stood and moved my leg over his head and ran it down his shoulder and arm as I spun to face him once again was priceless, and made me giggle a little bit. Kelli saw it too and I could feel her amusement match mine. I let my hand trail across his neck, and ran my fingers through his hair while I walked with a slow grace as the music of Paul's first song was fading away. Before it was done, however, I walked away from the chair and untied both sides of my panties, which allowed the thin white garment to slip from my hips and fall down between my legs until it was only hanging on by the knot that had tied them around the base of my tail.

The cheer I got from the other men in the crowd pretty much drowned out the end of the song, but everything was silenced when I spun to face the front of the stage once more. The baby smooth skin of my mons was there for all to see, with my butterfly tattoo and my tender, swollen labia peeking out from between the rounded curve of my pussy. I could feel my juices making me even slicker as I swayed back to Paul while lashing my tail, which still had the panties tied to them. With each swish of my hips and tail, the white cloth that used to cover my most intimate places, slid further towards the tip, which was the effect that I wanted.

Once I had made it back to Paul's chair, I leaned over his body and pulled the soaked panties off of the rest of my tail, and stuffed them in his back pocket, causing more cheering and whistling from his friends. I also made sure to run my other hand over the front of his crotch, and with a deft flick I was able to get the zipper to slide down to the bottom of its track. Since I was already there, I kicked my leg over his head again, so that I was facing away from him for the second time, and I planted my hands on his knees while forcing my ass and pussy towards his face. I also wrapped my tail around his neck for good measure and the guys below ate it up like candy.

I released Paul's neck from the gentle grip of my tail, and turned yet again with another leg kick that displayed everything that I had to everyone there, and then I moved forward and sat myself down in his lap. While Kelli and I weren't able to communicate in words over our bond, we could sense general feelings from each other, and we had developed a certain sense of what the other wanted to do in a given situation. As I sat in Paul's lap, I saw her lips move in a silent whisper, and there was a slight flash from inside his open zipper. The net effect of all of this was that when my hips and thighs made contact with Paul's legs, his cock had bottomed out as it pierced my dripping channel. The panic in his eyes and over the emotional connection that we had, caused me to whisper in his ear once more.

"Look over my shoulder, Paul," I whimpered as I ground his stiffened shaft into my slippery walls. "See that crack in the curtain? Kass is watching me fuck you right now, and she asked me to do it. She is also waiting to clean what you leave behind with her tongue once I go back stage. So don't hold back baby. We only have this second song for you to finish, and I want my fill."

The music had shifted from the classic rock sounds of Aerosmith, and had moved into a slower tempo jazz number that I didn't recognize. The tempo was much slower, but the beat allowed me to still keep up a steady rhythm while being much more sensual in my movements. With Paul's shaft hilted inside me, I began to writhe my hips around in a circular motion and flex the smooth walls of my channel in time with the music.

It was one of the most erotic things I have ever done, and the glazed look in Paul's eyes as I manipulated his cock with my hips, thighs, and pussy let me know that he was feeling the same. It needed to still look like I was dancing for him, however, so I let go of his shoulders and arched my back so that my chest was just about horizontal to his body. I used the extra strength that I had been gifted with to cling to his chair with my feet while I rotated my upper body in a circular motion without ever pulling my hips away from his.

I would lean back to the right and circle my body to the left before sitting back up with a sharp snap, which let my stiffened nipples graze across his shirt as I moved. Paul kept to the rules he had been given, though, and never let his hands touch my burning skin, and while I desperately wanted him to, I didn't want to get everyone in trouble with the owner. So all I did was rotate around, letting the guys see my flexibility, and giving Paul a bird's eye view of my breasts each time I moved back up near his face. I was slowing my rotations down now, and I was using my hands to massage and mash my breasts together, both for the sensation and for what it was doing for his friends.

I could feel a part of my primal self, deep inside, that wanted this, that adored the attention I was getting, but I was in control. I realized that I did want this, and wanted it bad, as long as it was with Paul. He was the one that my Neko side had chosen, and the blinding flash of love that came from Kelli as she felt it too made me shudder as I climaxed right there on stage. I could tell the music was about half over, and I stayed upright, using the pulses of my continuing orgasm to milk Paul's shaft for all it was worth.

"Close," was the only word that he could whisper to me as I sat in his lap and continued to gyrate.

Shaking my breasts in his face seemed to hype the crowd up just a little bit more, and I could feel his shaft begin to pulse with each movement I made. Back and forth, round and round. That was what my hips were doing, and the grinding of my button on the cloth of his boxers as I continued to move sent me into another quivering orgasm, which Paul couldn't help but feel.

"Now, Paul," I whispered in a raspy voice for his ear alone. "Come inside me right now, while Kass is behind the curtain coming while she rubs herself silly."

At those words, I felt his dam burst. I felt the warm jet of each spurt bathe my insides with his seed, and I came again with him as we both grunted as quietly as we could on stage. I shifted around his cock a few more times, making sure that I got everything from him that I could, and then I lifted up off his spent shaft and backed away a few steps, while keeping my legs tight together. It would be bad if anyone noticed his come dripping from between my pulsing lips.