Dancing On The Edge

We all strutted up to the highest part of the backstage, the top of the glamorous staircase we'd soon be working our way down to start the show.

For once I was thankful not to be in control of my own body, the sensation that had shot through my body with every step on our way up here, would have made my legs give out and sent me tumbling. If I had to make my way down without being puppeted, there was no doubt in my mind, I would have made my way onto a few internet video compilations

Annabelle made her way through the line up of girls one last time before the show began, checking for any single thing she could find out of place. She stopped as she reached me ''Lola, are you feeling okay?''

''I feel fine'' My response was short and abrupt, my voice being just as puppeted as the rest of my body.

''Well, you look flushed'' She put her hand to my forehead ''And you feel a bit warm. Make sure you get some rest tonight, I can't have you getting sick on me, you're one of the best'' She patted me on the shoulder and kept moving down the line

''Okay girls, starting in one minute'' She said in a quieter tone as she checked her watch obsessivley. She slowly moved to the edge of the backstage stairs. Giving us a silent countdown for the last thirty seconds.

Each and every second of anticipation was agony. My head was swimming with thoughts of how much I was going to embarass myself, my ovesized clit and outer lips pressing into the fabric. The sensations from them had definitely made a wetspot start to form before the routine had even started.

I was caught up in my internal panic when the curtains suddenly drew back. My body springing into action immediately

All the girls in magician outfits started to work our way down the stairs, doing a high kick to either side with each step down. Luckily, there were a few other girls in front of me, so my crotch wouldn't be immediately visible to the audience. Still, each step sent a ripple of pleasure up my spine and each high kick sent my lips sliding across each other, teasing my clit at the same time.

My worries about how I looked were washed away within a few steps, the overstimulation had me reeling, if I had control over my body, I'd be grinding against whatever I could find.

I barely realised we had reached the bottom of the stairs, my body following suit with the other girls and making a steady pose as the girls in sequins came down behind us.

I was reveling in the moment of relief as I got a break from the stimulation, until Ruby came to a stop in front of me. Automatically, we paired off together. More high kicks making me wish I could just pin Ruby to the ground right now, not caring that we were on stage, just needing an orgasm, above all else.

Thankfully, we were getting near to the end of the routine and Ruby was the one who would be doing the bellydancing inspired moves. the gyrations would have left me in even more of a frenzy. Already, it was dificult to focus on anything other than the sensations that had left my whole body on edge, leaving more than just my pussy aching for attention.

In a brief moment of clarity, I realized I had taken center stage with Ruby as the routine was coming into the last set of moves.

Ruby twirled in front of me as we had during practice and my hand raised above my head, holding the little wand. I tapped Ruby on the forehead, just like we had done before, but this time there was a birght flash and a puff of smoke where she stood.

When it cleared, there was no one standing in front of me