Dirty Dancer

“You have about 15 minutes until we changed the set for you solo, Ms. Gypsy.”

“Thank you sweety.”

“I’ll call you when.”

The director's assistant, who never seems to be able to take his eyes from your chest blushes and goes back outside to the busy bustling of the set, closing the door of your trailer behind him. Can't blame him, you're wearing the flimsiest of gold metallic bikini just barley covering your nipples. You pat the had between your leg and pick up your phone - two new search alerts from news outlets mentioning your name. You smile and feel your pussy twitch. Nothing turns you on like public attention. The skilled, trained, soft tongue between your lips responsible for pleasing you during your breaks notices and eagerly laps up the juices.

You tap the link in the first notification to one of the major entertainment news sites, opening a video

“Seems like the White Muse did it again. Since her first appearance a year ago in Little Big Dicky’s Video for 'Chocolate in your white Bun', Gypsy has become an outright phenomenon, now she has found another rapper to inspire. She’s been spotted in very intimate – negotiations with Cock'n'Boots, the up and cumming new star of the rap scene, who was probably very up and very cumming little later if we judge by this footage.”

Insert a shaky cell phone video someone shot of you and CnB last night at the club, his hand under your short skirt, your tongue deep in his mouth to celebrate your first day of shooting today. Your pussy twitches lustily, remembering what was indeed an up and cumming night. You smile and leave it to the head between your thighs to lap up the juices.

“As we know the dancer and social media star, her hanging and making out with a black rapper will definitely lead to a new video appearance soon. It's how she rolls. The rappers she works with always get the benefit of getting to know her very intimately. And her best friend Candy, too.”

The video shows a shaky image of her sitting next to you, too, stroking your ass. You smile. Glad that Candy got a little bit of the limelight. She never left your side after you got famous, never showed a sign of jealousy. Some might call her your third wheel, but she knows you consider her your moral and mental support.

You wipe away the video. The host isn’t wrong, you do have a reputation by now. That you're not ashamed of. You love dancing, you love presenting your female body that you've gotten so used to in the last year to the public. The rap videos that made you famous aren't even your major outlet any more, but you still love doing them. Particularly as you aren’t dancing in the background any more ever, but get big major solos. And you still love rewarding every rapper hiring you – in your very own way. It's a cherished tradition by now. You can still feel the rappers cock inside you - he was a good fuck, a lot better than Little Big Dickey who introduced you to the scene.

You pat the head between your legs and open the second link. You smirk. A conservative news outlet. Not gonna be a positive talk, but it’s PR, anyway. These people love talking about you even more than the showbiz news.

“I wouldn’t care if she just made out with - Rappers, we know she’s not a good white Christian girl, anyway.”

You hear the tone of voice in the bald clergyman when he said the r-word, very likely wanting to say the n-word. Quite obviously one of his major gripes with you is that you're exclusivley playing the muse excursively for a certain type of men.

“But the is star in the ‘social medias’ and your daughters watch those channels. Would you want your daughter to see that?”

The host shakes her head solemnly.

“She has channels on the YouTube, the Instagram, even on… “ he ostentatiously takes a second to prepare himself... “...porn sites. She's clearly a spawn of the devil to corrupt our youth!”

Thanks Reverend. He may not be aware of it but every mention of your social media on conservative outlets gets you a LOT more new subscribers than any other. Many – MANY of your fans are old white conservative men. As is the good reverend himself – you still have your contact to your old life in corporate business and one of the IT guys from your old company only wanted a blow job to help you identify the good Christian man’s IP address and connect it to a follower of each and ever one of your social media sites. An active one, obsessively commenting and praising you. The old man who’s so angry about you in public is a huge fan. You grin. Tap the share button below the video an tweet it.

“The devil made me do it, folks!” :) Devil emoji.

Time to maintain your devilish online presences. You take a selfie, just your upper body, not to show the head eagerly munching away between your legs. And upload it,

“Probably heard the news, I’m in the latest Cock’n’Boots video So exited. Do you like my costume?”

Fishing for likes. With your skimpy video outfits that always works. Wait for the first comments. Among them one asking if Candy will be in it. You smile. You love that your fans appreciate the friend by your side. You like the comment and reply.

Always by my side, ever near me, even now, too!”

Switch to YouTube – your latest video – “Dance like everyone's watching” - is making good progress. The video is showing you in a typical slutty outfit of yours – tight tiny shorts, sheer crop to, dancing up to Candy playing someone you're - very interested in. You dance more than suggestively, sexy, leaving not the trace of a doubt you want to dance horizontally with the person you’re dancing at. It's exactly what your followers want to see. The men - just to see it and the women to learn from you. The Reverend wasn't wrong in that respect. You Do want to influence women. To be themselves, be open, dare to live their sexuality. If you see someone you like walk up to them. Let them know, you're a woman. Meaning you’re in charge! Men are weak. Pathetic. Need to be guided. You know that better than anyone. Your old male self would Not have been a man you consider worthy of your attention now. You're so glad for the chance you got. You love being this strong and confident. And you know you can only be that as a woman.

You change to your last account - the one that made the good Reverend so furious. And horny, as he's following it, too.

You click on the video you've seen it multiple times since you posted it, but it always excites you.

"Welcome to my PornHub, gypsies and Gypettes. If you’ve seen my latest you tube upload, you now know how to flirt with someone at the club by dancing with your whole body – if you haven't, get over over and watch it!”

You wink at the camera.

”And now you're here for the good stuff right? What to do with them After you wrapped them around your finger? You're horny as hell and can't wait so you drag them to the club restrooms am I right? If you never tried, you really should. So you got them into the stall, not much space to move. What yo you do? Go down on your knees for a blowjob? Or to eat her pussy, you know I strongly encourage bisexuality. But no! I say - Hear me out: You're the one in charge. YOU took the initiative, you dance-flirted, you picked them out, you dragged them here. They owe you. Big time! And you deserve the benefits. And I know from the comments you girls don't get the benefits you deserve. So this video is for you all who deserve better. And for all you guys watching - they DO deserve better so Get on your knees and eat her like the Queen she is!”

You wink at the camera and stand up. Pull candy into the frame and start making out, leaning against the wall of your studio. You had instructed her carefully - the part she plays isn't really in her wheelhouse, she Loves to go down a you and submit to, you, but she'd never consider topping you in real, life. She tries her best to play along and act out her wanna be Alpha male.

”Gimme a blow job, hot stuff!” Making you grin and shake your head, grab her crotch, making her wince.

“I think it's time YOU give me something first. Or we can just end this right here!”

Candy looks at you with a mock hurt pride as you push her onto her knees and pull down your shorts. Watching the video, you snicker. Candy’s acting skills reach their limits, she's just too much of a slut for eating you out to keep up pretending she's not into it, so she eagerly begins kissing your clit, licking your lips, parting them with her tongue and penetrating you. You grab her head, bury it between your thighs and give her stern commands – that she of course doesn't need but the point of the video is teach young women to take control.

It's just a four minute video, you could have taken Candy's affections for a lot longer, but your audience – especially on your porn channel - has little patience for longer video. You skip to the end when you come – not fake, you never fake in videos – and move closer to the camera, this time with a happily smiling Candy next to you.

“Never forget it, ladies – you deserve this. Men – don’t be dicks – and I know you are, trust me I know! She. Deserves. It! Don't forget to like and subscribe!”

You didn't really focus on the last part of video, as the tongue caressing you in real life does a good job and with a soft moan and a sigh, you come in real life as well, watching the thumbnail of you and Candy on screen, then looking down between your legs, into Candy's happy face, glistening with your juices.

“Very good, Little One. What would I do without you!"

She beams with pride and sighs as you lean down to her and kiss her, tasting your juices on her soft lips. You're rudely interrupted.

“We're all ready for you, Ms. Gypsy”, the assistant bursts into your trailer.

This time getting another kind of show, he's equally fixated on. You break off kissing your Friend and assistant.

"Alright, then let's go, Candy. Time to shine.”

She stands up, wearing a hot pants tube top combo made of the same material as your bikini. As usual. She’s backup dancer to you. You walk out of your trailer onto the set, everyone's eyes on you. Despite just having come, from the public attention online and Candy's attention IRL, you're getting wet again. This is the best life. You're a woman just for this.

The End

Or is it?

[I will not accept chapters before the endings to not change the points, but if you feel inspired to write a story about the hero/ine's life after my final chapters feel free to write them.