Give them a show

Whistles and catcalls fill the air as you strut past the fence. You can feel your hard cock bobbing and swaying back and forth beneath your plaid skirt as you swing your hips. You stop for a moment, giving your frenzied audience a sultry look as you slowly raise the horsecock vibrator to your lips and give the tip a slow, wet lick.

The crowd goes insane, several people trying to scale the tall, wrought iron bars while a couple of people faint dead away. You chuckle to yourself as Genie rushes over and hustles you into the club.

"Very cute," he says, his ears flat. "You better hope nobody gets hurt out there or Lord Riverdell will take the legal fees out of your ass."

"And how's he going to do that?" you respond. "He already takes every penny I earn."

"I wasn't talking about money," Genie says darkly. "Now go get ready to work, and no more trouble. I mean it!"

You head for the VIP room, a converted office at the rear of the club. The big, mirrored windows allow the occupants to see out, but nobody can see in, so you're not sure if Harmony is in there until you open the door and find him busy wiping down all the surfaces with disinfectant cleaner. The whole club was wiped down after closing, but it's always better to be safe than covered in someone else's fluids.

"Great job," you tell Harmony, his glittery butterfly wings fluttering in obvious pleasure at the compliment. "I'll go get the refreshments and then we can take it easy until show time."

"Sounds good," Harmony says, panting and sweaty as he hurries to finish cleaning the room. Fool. You take your time in the food prep area, loading up a plastic tote with a bottle of champagne, a bowl of strawberries, some chocolate syrup, and a can of whipped cream. When no one is looking, you grab a second bottle of the bubbly and hide it under a pile of cloth napkins.

"Hmmm, I feel like I'm forgetting something," you mutter, glancing around.