Go to the show alone (solo)

You find yourself sitting at a small round table nursing a cocktail and waiting for the show to begin. The venue, one you’ve never been to before in the city, is set up in the classic cabaret style. There is the floor in front of the stage where a couple dozen tables are located including yours. Wrapped around it like a horseshoe is another level up five steps, with more tables lining the railing and booths against the walls. This is also where you find the bar, which is pretty busy at the moment. Finally there is a balcony level, but you haven’t been up there for a look.

There is music being pumped in through the sound system, quieter than you would expect at the club, and plenty of people are mingling and having conversations. There are slightly more women than men in attendance, and you look a little out of place sitting by yourself. It seems this is much more of a social affair.

Shortly after you arrived and took your seat a rather cute woman with short, ginger hair had approached you. But it was only to ask if she could take the extra chair from your table to sit with her friends. You politely agreed and offered to carry it for her, but didn’t press the matter when she said she could handle it.

Now you’re anxious to get things started and fighting the urge to just look at your phone.

Soon enough, though, the music changes to a brassy jazz number and the host of the show comes out. The crowd immediately directs all of their attention to her, with her sequinned gown, striking make-up, and two foot tall beehive. You’re pretty sure it’s a wig but it’s still impressive. She warms up the audience and goes over the basic ground rules and etiquette, encouraging people to be vocal but not vulgar, thanking the bar staff, and making jokes about how hard she likes to get pounded in the ass.

You chuckle along with everyone else. It’s a good vibe, you think.

The acts start to come out one by one. Most are solos but there are some duo acts. There are even men appearing on stage. Who knew that boylesque was a thing?

You’re having a pretty good time. There’s definitely a lot of talent on display. As well as a lot of fine looking bodies. And, to be honest, some bodies that aren’t your thing. But you still cheer and whistle and encourage since one thing you’ve learned is that body-acceptance is part oft his troupe’s philosophy.

Near the end of the first half Liz, or rather, Gabby LaRasa takes the stage. You start to get some butterflies in your stomach, nervous even though you’re sat alone in the dark and no one is watching you. Liz’s song starts and she begins her routine.

{if perform <= 6}It becomes clear pretty quickly that she is not at the same level as the other performers. It isn’t that her act is bad, it still gets a good reception and you aren’t the only person making a lot of ruckus. It’s more that you can see the hesitation in her movements and the stress of concentration on her face. She has a couple of flubs and her timing is off, the kind of stuff you would expect with a bit of stage fright. And when she ends she doesn’t hold her pose long enough, starting to move away while the spotlight is still on her. You still clap very hard regardless, though the rest of the crowd is less enthusiastic.{elseif perform <= 8}All of Liz’s hard work has definitely paid off. Even though this is her first time on stage she shows no hesitation. What’s more, she looks like she’s having a lot of fun. Her outfit looks even better under the stage lights. There are a couple of small mistakes but you think the only reason you notice is that you were there for the rehearsals. The audience is definitely enjoying it. Every time she starts to tease another costume piece removal there is a raucous uproar. As the song ends you see her let out a slow, relaxed breath as she holds her final pose. Then the lights go out and the cheering gets even louder.{elseif perform >=9}Now is the moment when Liz shows off all the hard work she has put into this. You would never suspect that this was her first time on stage with the way she moves with such confidence and poise. There’s no hesitation in her movements. Everything goes off without a hitch. And from the expression on her face you can tell she’s having the time of her life. Her outfit looks even better under the stage lights. The same goes for her body underneath it. Even though you know the routine in and out you can’t spot any mistakes.

The audience, and you, are enthralled. Every time she starts to tease another costume piece removal there is a raucous uproar. After the song ends she holds her final pose longer than she said she would. The spotlight goes down and the stage lights come up and she’s still there, in nothing but a thong and pasties, giving the audience one last kiss before collecting her discarded garments. You can’t hear anything over the noise of the crowd going absolutely wild!{endif}

After Liz leaves the stage there is one more act before the intermission. During the break you get a refill on your drink and check your phone. You see a text waiting for you:

{if perform <= 6}(Liz) want to get out of here?

(you) sure. meet me at the coat check

You loiter around for a few minutes even as the second act begins. Liz comes out of a side door wearing a long coat and carrying a shoulder bag. You assume some of her costume has ended up in there. You can see it in her face that she’s disappointed.

“Congratulations,” you say, trying to lift her mood.

“You don’t have to say that. I know it wasn’t that good, Connor.”

“I wouldn’t know, this is the first show I’ve been to. Still, you did something new and bold. And that’s worth congratulating. I’d offer to buy you a drink to celebrate but the lineup inside is ridiculous.”

She smiles.

“Actually, want to get out of here?”{else}It’s a picture of her and some of the other performers smiling and crowding in for a selfie. There is a lot of skin on display. Under that appears

(Liz) {if fdom>=7}meet me at the bar when its over ;-){else}meet me at the bar when its over?{endif}

You bite your lip in anticipation and send back a quick affirmative. The second half of the show is a blur. You know that there’s good stuff happening on stage but your mind is elsewhere. Specifically it’s rolling up and down the memory of your friend’s almost naked body in front of you. In front of ALL these people. Everyone either wants to be her or fuck her. {if benefits=true}And you know from experience just how good that second one feels. Maybe you can feel it again tonight.{else}You’ve wanted that second one since you met Liz and maybe tonight is the night it will happen.{endif}

After the show you hang around by the bar. You decide not to get another drink until you’re with Liz in case she wants a proper toast. You don’t have to wait long. She comes down from the stage along with a few other performers. It looks like most of them have either changed into loose sweats or just put long coats over what remains of their costumes. Liz is in a long trench coat and carrying a shoulder bag. She drops it by your feet and leans in to {if benefits=true}kiss you on the lips{else}kiss you on the cheek.{endif}.

“That was amazing! And so much fun! Thank you for your help with this. And for coming out tonight.”

“I wouldn’t miss this. It’s your big debut!”

“Probably not my last time, either. Everyone back stage was congratulating me and it felt so good and I’m really just overjoyed.” She pauses to catch her breath then adds, “Look, they’re kicking us out pretty quickly sooooo... want to get out of here?”{endif}

{if perform >=9}“Gabby! Are you coming to the after party?” calls a woman standing by the exit.{endif}