Backstage Bimbos

Michael- the backstage manager- was scrambling around like a crazed weasel.

"Reset the lighting! Jose! Andale! Have those drapes been refolded? Get a mechanic to oil those stage rails! Chip! Chip? CHIP! Get those boxes moved or I'll send your ass back to that butchy wife of yours! What?!? What do you mean, a pipe broke? Get an emergency plumber here! Immediately! Hey, what's wrong with that guy? Oh, wait...that's just Henry. Sleeping again! Nevermind! Slap that boy with a fish and send him back to the storeroom!"

Things were hopping as the stagehands got things ready for the last episode of this round of Bimbomania. I chuckled in amusement as I watched Michael's face change color. Tonya and Laura were nearby, but, like Chrissie, I was listening to their babble with only half an ear.

"...so she said, 'No way!' and I was, like, 'Totally way!' and she was, like, 'Totally no way!'" said Laura.

Tonya giggled. "Gosh, really? Wow!"

Then Chrissie's voice cut in. "Laura, you're in public. Stop playing with your boobs. Meowwww. Tonya, don't touch yourself there unless you're in your own room."

Tonya's voice took on a whining quality. "But it feels sooooooo good!"

Chrissie sounded exasperated. "I know, but this isn't the place for it!"

"Hmmphh," said Tonya. "Fine. I'll just walk around, then, 'cuz that feels good!"

"Fine," said Chrissie, "just stay where I can see you. Meowww."

Tonya and Laura strolled off, arm in arm, boobs jiggling in synch. I chuckled.

"At weast you know what you have to wook forward to," I said. Stupid lisp.

"Bite me," said Chrissie. "You won't have time to walk around. You'll be on your knees giving those five dollar 'bwowjobs'."

"If you twy to sell my ass with the same efficiency that you ran the gang with," I said, "then I won't have anything to worry about."

Chrissie's eyes narrowed and took a step forward. "Funny. Meowwww. How's your ass after that spanking I gave you?"

I flushed. "My ass is fine. Why are you knees pwessed together? Feeling a wittle hot?"

Chrissie scowled. "I'm fine."

"Weally?" I said

Chrissie narrowed her eyes, then suddenly reached forward and slid a finger between my sensitive lips.

I gasped, my lips instinctively wrapping around her finger. Embarrassed, I reached out suddenly and pinched her nipple.

She gasped. "Stop it, bitch!" she said.

I pressed against her, pinching her sensitive nipples. "Oh, come on, sweetie, you know you love it," I said, my lips still wrapped around her finger. Well, tried to say.

This wasn't easy for me, as I was pretty aroused myself, but it was having the effect I wanted: it was driving Chrissie crazy with arousal. She was gasping and squirming, and the fact that she still had her brains was the only thing that kept her from collapsing into a puddle of heat and need. I wasn't finished yet, however.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" I said.

"Dammit, Erica! Meoowwwwww! Stop!" said Chrissie. She was wriggling, and her skin seemed to be getting darker.

"Why? Are you getting awoused?" I said, my fingers working her sensitive nipples.

"Oh! Stop! Oh! Dammit! Oh!" said Chrissie. Her eyes were beginning to slant and her skin darkened even more.

I continued ruthlessly. "Oh, but look at you! You're becoming adorable!" I said.

"No! No, you stop now! You stop! Me too horny!" said Chrissie, in the full throes of Asianization. She was rapidly becoming fully Asian.

I laughed. "But you wook sooooooo hot now! A pink-permed horny Asian girl! I love it!"

The overwhelming heat was too much for Chrissie, and she slid to the ground, her fingers sliding into her panties. I went to a knee and kept my arms around her as her fingers worked her clit.

"Me so horny! Oh! Me so horny!" said Chrissie, as she shuddered in my arms.

I smirked as she wriggled and came in my arms. Unfortunately, a sudden wave of pleasure swept over me and I began to wriggle and shudder as well. Damn random orgasms.