Failed Striptease

Almost immediately, everything goes wrong. You continually fumble the feather fans, awkwardly trying to peel the delicate, lacy gloves off of your hands. All the while wobbling helplessly in the high heels, barely managing what could loosely be called dance-like flailing.

You feel your face flush with embarrassment as the boos and chuckles very quickly outnumber the cheers and whistles. What's worse is your own body's reaction to your predicament: your stiff member presses unrelentingly into the gauzy, lace fabric of your panties, and you're **** into spending a lot of effort into keeping yourself from bursting out of your scanty costume. Knowing there's no way you're going to pull this off, you start to reconsider bolting backstage, but a resounding gong startles you back into the moment. The tinny, gramophone music slows and then goes silent.

A pair of buxom female assistants in glittering red one-piece outfits, and matching, flaming red hair, approach you menacingly from opposite sides of the stage, while the imp apologizes performatively to the grumbling crowd. The assistants take hold of your arms in their icy, vice-like grip, and you notice with a shudder the blueish hue of their skin, and their glowing yellow eyes.

"Well that's strike one!" The imp announces, just as a large placard emblazoned with a red X drops down from the wings with a mechanical "DING!"

The assistants drag you fighting feebly upstage, where they clasp your wrists into a pair of padded manacles, dangling from a heavy chain above you. With business-like indifference, they manacle your ankles as well, before sliding off your high-heels, leaving you balancing on tip-toes, fully exposed to the ominous, faceless crowd in the dark theater. The lacey bustier had shifted somewhat during your pointless struggling, and now your stiff, sensitive nipples poked out from the top of the flimsy garment. And the tiny panties balanced precariously on the end of your throbbing cock, threatening to snap loose with the slightest wrong movement!

As the sinister assistants faded back into the shadows, the imp showman bid the audience welcome the Second Contestant ... !