Backstage

Hips wriggling, I made my way backstage.

Chrissie and Tonya were sitting together. Chrissie looked me over as I approached. "Hey, slut," said Chrissie, "we were just talking about you. We were trying to figure out what bimbo name we're going to give you after you lose today."

I gave her a very unladylike gesture. "Pretty confident talk from a girl who can't keep her knees together," I said.

Chrissie flushed at the mention of her knees, which were spread invitingly far apart at the moment due to her sitting state. Then she made a show of looking at Tonya. "Barbi is good. It would be traditional, even," she said.

Tonya shook her head. Her knees were pressed together, and her bare feet were spread wide on the floor, her red toenails pointing inward. She and I were suffering from the same unrelenting heat. "Nah," she said, "too common. Let's go with something cute, like Bambi."

I gave Tonya a sweet smile. "How about 'Bunny'?" I said.

Tonya scowled at me, then looked at her bare toes. She obviously didn't appreciate the sideways reference to her growing bunny ears or hyper-fertility.

Chrissie looked at me and shook her head. "Cute. Well, good thing your lips are so sensitive. They'll be perfect for the five-dollar blowjobs you'll be giving. Meoooowwww!"

"You wish," I said, smirking at her helpless meow. "They'll be too busy laughing at your pink perm and...and meowing to...to...ohhhhh...ohhhhhhhhh...!"

I shuddered as pure pleasure unexpectedly rushed through my belly. It was a random orgasm, and I couldn't stop it. My knees weakened as I moaned in helpless pleasure, and suddenly I was leaning on Chrissie as I tried to ride it out. The unfamiliar weight of my heavy breasts threw me off, however, and I tumbled across Chrissie's lap.

Chrissie put a hand on my upper back so I couldn't get up. Her other hand slid under my mini-skirt and was cupping my rounded bottom.

"Well, now," said Chrissie, "look at this lovely bimbo ass." Then she flipped my mini-skirt up and began to spank my bare ass red.

I squealed in indignity as she reddened my ass. "Oh! Stop! Ow! Oh! Stop! Oh! You're dead! Oh! Quit! Ow! Oh! No more! Ow! Stop! No mas! Oh! Please! Ow! Quit! Oh!" I squealed and wriggled, but I couldn't get free.

Fortunately, Michael- the stage manager- arrived. He began shrieking like a banshee, "Ladies, please! Ladies! Ladies!" He was waving his arms and his face was changing colors. His stress level appeared to be reaching new heights. Finally, probably out of concern for Michael's blood pressure, Chrissie gave me a final smack on my ass and rolled me off her lap.

I landed with an undignified thump on my burning ass. I rubbed my rounded cheeks tenderly, and tried not to let Tonya and Chrissie see me blushing bright red, my eyes wet. I definitely didn't want Chrissie to see how aroused I had gotten from the embarrassing spanking. I was so gonna get Chrissie.

Finally it occurred to me that there were only three of us here. "Do either of you idiots know where Lori is?" I asked.

There was a moment of silence. Then Chrissie said, "Oh, shit..." and Tonya jumped to her feet. Michael instructed several assistants to find the bimboed girl, and Chrissie, Tonya and I immediately went searching as well, although Tonya had some trouble walking quickly because of her vagina bumps. Right then, however, an assistant opened a storage door, and just inside we could see a stacked, curvy girl on her knees in front of a stagehand. She was topless and holding her heavy boobs together with her hands, while the stagehand was naked from the waist down and semi-squatting in front of the girl. His hands were on her shoulders for leverage as pumped his cock between those huge boobs. The girl was Lori.

Lori was oblivious and didn't notice us, and the stagehand was too far gone to care. Suddenly Lori gave a delighted squeal and slid her head down to take his cock in her mouth. He clutched her shoulders and began moaning, and it was obvious he was cumming in Lori's mouth. Lori's cheeks and throat worked, making it obvious she was swallowing his semen as fast as he was pumping it into her mouth, and her frantic moans suggested she was orgasming as well. The rest of us looked at each other and shrugged. At least we knew where she was.

Chrissie said to Michael, "Aren't you going to say something? Can the stagehands just do the bimbos any time they want?"

Michael shrugged. "It's a perk. Besides, the guy's on break. Union rules, you know?"

The stagehand apparently finished filling Lori's mouth, and he slid his cock out of her mouth. Then he smiled and patted her head.

"Thanks, babe," he said. Then he slid his pants back on, gave us a nod, and sauntered back to work.

Lori wiped her mouth and then looked for her top. She was humming. Finally, she noticed us staring at her and she giggled. "Oh! Hi guys!"

"Laura," said Chrissie, "that's the third one today. The show hasn't even started yet."

Lori giggled. "I know, I know. It just, you know, happened! 'Sides, it felt soooooooo good on my boobs, you know?" The fact that Lori's nipples were still hard was obvious from the way they pressed out against her tight top.

"Laura," said Tonya, handing something to Lori, "You forgot to put on your bra."

Lori blinked twice, then said, "Ohhhhhhh! I wondered why they felt so bouncy. Thanks, Tonya! I'll just stick it in my purse!"

The veins on Chrissie's forehead were standing out. The pink-permed ex-leader of our gang wasn't well equipped to deal with bimbified socialites.

I gave Chrissie a cold smile. "At least you know what you have to look forward to," I said.

A few feet away from us, Lori waved to someone on the other side of the stage. "Hey, cutie!" she said. "Yeah, you! What did you mean when you said you wanted to wear my ass as a hat?"