Vyki shows off

Caroleta was enthralled by Vyki’s tale and was still skeptical about a lot of it, but it at least was reaching the intended effect of calming her down while hopefully letting the meds take effect. The outlandish effects of her ‘vocal spray’, extended ‘training’, and attachments with embedded electronics all tend to put Vyki’s sanity into question, however, her giggling about it as well as commenting on the softness of the chair Caroleta found were definitely indicators she might be past her panic attack.

“There you are!” Miss Phit announced to Caroleta’s surprise and Vyki’s languid attention. Caroleta quickly stood in her mistress’s presence and bowed her head respectively. “Have fun on your little play date, darling?”

“Yes, Mistress. Miss Vyki seems to be feeling much better now,” Caroleta responded glancing slightly at the grinning lady in the abbreviated princess dress sitting next to her.

“Good girl!” Miss Phit said pinching Caroleta’s cheek appreciatively. “May find a use for that pretty ass yet.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Caroleta said attempting a poor excuse for a curtsy.

“Keep it up and you may even win a little release,” she continues with a slap to her ass for punctuation. “Princesses to the wings; you’re my next victims!” Miss Phit announces to the backstage crowd as she walks off with her meat men still in tow.

Rubbing her barely covered ass even as her cock pulses in its cage, Caroleta turns to the blissful looking Vyki. “That’s you, babe. Come with me.”

“Okay,” Vyki replies and grasps the outstretched hand.

Interlocking their manicured hands, Caroleta carefully guides Vyki through the crowd.

Vyki was feeling very relaxed and light on her feet at this point. Enjoying the grasp of her newfound friend’s hand, she was enjoying the stroll through the crazy stage area; however, she did revert to her training as she was unsure her feet were landing right. As such, more than one onlooker was taking note of the mature woman strutting her legs while she held onto the cute, effeminate man in the pink dress. Seeing her hips cock side to side with each languid step that crosses in front of her, Vyki’s skirt was easily flowing to and fro, yet she was enjoying the familiar calming feel of so many days spent practicing the gait for Bill.

Caroleta guided Vyki to stand next to a lady wearing a medieval outfit that would not have looked out of place in a Renaissance faire. “Alright, Vyki, just stand here in line and go up when Miss Phit calls your name. Okay?”

“K” Vyki responded with a little giggle.

“After all the contestants in your category do their performance, she’ll bring you back on stage for the voting.”

“K” Vyki responded as she looked down at the line of other girls standing to go on stage. They all seemed to be staring at her. There was the guy in the sexy snow-white outfit with the full beard, the rather stern looking lady in the Queen of Hearts dress, a cute girl in a Leia outfit (full white robe with cinnabun hair), and then her stern looking neighbor. “Hi!” She said to the line as way of introduction “I’m Vyki.”

Three of them seemed to scoff at her but the ‘Leia’ spoke up chipperly, “hey! I’m Lara,” she says waving a light saber at Vyki. “Don’t mind them. They’re just being competitive. But I say may the best princess win!”

Vyki giggled and replied “totally! Good luck out there!”

Vyki continued to stand there as they called up the ‘Snow White’ first. He proceeded to do some self-deprecating humor to which Vyki openly giggled before he turned to some questionable jokes that earned boos & jeers from the crowd, which Vyki happily got into booing between giggles too.

Next up they called the Queen of Hearts who proceeded to break out a pair of bull whips and proceeded to skillfully attack targets to the beat of a club music song. Her skill and details the crowd silent and awestruck including Vyki and only broke into applause when she finally turned to them with a menacing look that only softened (a little) once the clapping began.

As Lara was called up on stage, Vyki received a tap on her bare shoulder from Caroleta. “Oh, hey, Caroleta,” Vyki responded dreamily.

“Oh, God! I gave you too much didn’t I?”

“Oh, I’m fine!” Vyki countered taking steps putting her heels one in front of the other trying to show how she can pass a drunk test.

“Um, fine,” Caroleta replied cautiously. “I talked to the DJ and he’s going to play your song for your performance. Just go up there and show of your moves and I promise you’ll do great with the crowd.”

“Performance?!?” Vyki asked urgently “What do you mean performance??” Panic quickly entered her voice.

“Don’t worry,” Caroleta responded, “everyone has to do one. “See Lara is up there doing hers.”

Glancing over to the stage, Vyki could see the Princess Leia dressed girl out there doing some sort of martial art combined with her plastic light saber emulating some sort of Jedi. She could also look out and see the sea of people fading out into darkness actively watching her as she gracefully flew across the stage. “I can’t do that!”

Caroleta had to forcefully push Vyki back up against the rigging she was standing next to to prevent her from running off. As she struggled a bit, Lara finished her routine, took a bow, and energetically off stage triggering the medieval dressed woman to head on stage but not before she rolled Vyki before muttering “twit” under her breath.

Lara jumped in front of the shocked looking princess, “OMG! That was so much fun!! The crowd was soooo energizing! I doubt I’ll win, but it was a blast!!” She said as she hugged Vyki before bounding off deeper into the wings.

Vyki could then hear a speech start over the loudspeakers. Somewhere in her fogged mind, the pieces of the words gathered together enough sparse memories to register it as the famous Scottish Play, but for some reason, she didn’t think it was a good idea to remember its full name. However, her focus could last long as she renewed efforts to try to get up from the wiry frame of her supposed friend Caroleta. Only to be forcefully told “STOP” in a surprising firm and authoritatively deep tone from the pretty person in front of her.

Caroleta then cleared her throat and tried to return to her lighter voice. “You can do this. You *_have_* to do this! If you run, you’ll embarrass your Daddy Lou and Miss Phit will not be happy with either of us. If you get up there and show everyone your moves again, you’ll be the hit of the ball and blow all those princesses out of the water.” With that statement, you could hear the murmurs of the cloud getting bored with the classic theater. “She is bombing! That is totally not what they want! They want sexy, hot, slutty dancing! They want a freak ready to show it all off! You do that again and everyone will bow down to you!”

“Again?!?” Vyki asked thoroughly confused. However, before her compatriot could explain, a loan voice shouted from the crowd “take it off!” Even though she was only halfway through her speech, the rowdy crowd quickly grew into crass comments, boos, and other key phrases drowning the poor Lady out.

Standing up and stomping off stage, the woman had a look that would suck the tartness out of a lemon. As she stomped past the struggling duo, she blurted out, “uncultured swine!! Wouldn’t know a World Class performance if it hit them on the head.”

“And next up, the vivacious Vyki!!” could be heard clearly over the boos of the crowd as they all erupted into cheers. Vyki shocked to hear this response, was more shocked as Caroleta easily shoved her out to center stage. Standing center stage in the bright lights, she looked back at Caroleta shooing her to get out there. Looking to the other wing to escape were clearly Miss Phit’s meat sacks watching intently. Her mind looked out to the crowd trying to find her protector in hopes that maybe he would save her from this impending catastrophe. Looking to the far end of the club she could see the dark outline of the high back of the booths against the mirrors.

Near the middle, she could see a large shadow in the shape of a pillar rise. As the pillar approached the small wall in front of the raised booths, her protective partner Lou fell into the lighted area. At that same time, Vyki could see several other parties from the restrictive area move forward from their seats to get a better look; all of them turning from dark shadowy figures to illuminated center pieces elevated above the crowd behind the short wall.

At that moment, a promiscuous beat started and Vyki’s clouded brain finally put the pieces together. Caroleta meant they had seen her perform before; dancing with Lou, she was not hidden or secluded but up in front of everyone. With a few beats into the song, she looked to Lou for some sort of salvation, but even from this distance, she could see him holding up a telltale rectangle in his hand.

Lou could see the apprehension on her face and knew she was losing her nerve. He wasn’t thrilled with the idea of pushing someone beyond their boundaries, but he could see she was frozen with fear, and this was the fastest way he could think of to shock her out of it.

Vyki felt the vibrations run up and down her sensitive shaft flooding her body with endorphins; the reverberations hitting up against her plug stimulating her internal gland caused such a rush that she could stop the moan coming out of her. As the vibrations receded, she heard a yelp from the back, and opened her eyes to see hundreds of hungry eyes staring at her bent form. Looking back to her protector she could see him swaying to the beat she started swaying to the beat and could feel an encouraging <BUZZ> run through her body. Closing her eyes to focus on the sensation and listen to the music, she let her body start moving to music. Enjoying the hot back and forth to the male & female singer, she was letting her body get lost in the innuendo laced dialogue with the driving beat behind it.

Feeling lost in the moment, she remembers dancing around her living room to this and enjoying the fun, liberating feeling of the whole lesson as she thinks of how much she was striving to act & look sexy, and how much freedom & joy she was getting from the feeling of being wanted. How hearing the passion in Bills voice, or the lust in the deliver men’s face, or the heat & power in Lou’s eyes. She could feel it flowing all through her body and just strived to feel it even more by rubbing her hands over her body. Pressing deeply into her vest, over her corset, across her thighs, up her skirt, kneading her ass, up her neck, through her hair. Hearing the outro start the final beats as she held up her hair, she could hear a faint “Go Vyki! Go Vyki!” start from the back as she started shifting her hips and even more **** as she heard the chorus grow more and more. Remembering how much Daddy loved her bending over she hinged over again and rocked her legs quickly shaking her toned ass feeling the vibrations up her cock run even higher.

However, in the last bar, Vyki languid brain could no longer keep up with maintaining her equilibrium and her balance gave out; shooting her eyes open as she fell down to the stage landing on her palms and knees. The vibrations abruptly cut off and just as the music stopped, a huge round of cheers and applause erupted behind her. Looking back, Vyki realized she had to look behind her fluffed up skirt to see a fraction of the crowd around her dress who clearly had a straight view up her skirt; her emerald jewel glimmering in the bright stage lights.

Seeing her recent charge fall to the ground at the end of her stellar performance, Caroleta quickly shuffled from the edge to the stage to check on the poor lady. Upon reaching her, she checked to make sure she was at least cognitive and talking. Asking if she could stand, Caroleta helped Vyki to her feet straightening her skirt which resulted in a few “awws” from the crowd but were quickly drowned out from an eruption of applause.

The other princesses were led onto the stage as Caroleta was guiding Vyki towards the wing. However, when Caroleta stopped short of leaving the stage Vyki looked at her with a pleading look. “This is the last judging then you’ll be done okay.” Miss Phit came up behind her, “you have to be present to win, deary. And you do NOT want to lose.”

Vyki turned to her support companion and pleaded, “stay with me please?”

Caroleta looked to Miss Phit, “May I, Mistress?”

Miss Phit was surprised to see the quick attachment to her assistant and was far from discouraging such a budding friendship. “Please watch over her, deary.” She commanded as she caringly rubbed both girls’ arms. “Now, I have a competition to judge. The suspense is killing me.”

With that Vyki held on tightly to her support guide and newfound friend. Caroleta returned the hug, but maneuvered them to ensure Vyki was facing the crowd while keeping her arm protectively over her should while protectively holding her other hand in front of them. Vyki was feeling like she was on an emotional roller coaster; excited about the novelty of something new, embarrassment of being seen so intimately by so many, comfort of being accepted by just as many, fear of being in the grasp of Miss Phit, warmth of being held by a friend, anger of being left alone in a compromising situation, arousal of being enjoyed by so many, anxiety of potentially being ostracized & punished, sexual need of being on the edge of promised elation for so long.

All of this was interrupted by Miss Phit announcing, “alright, time to vote on your favorite Phit Princess. Is it Snow Wrecked?” A few polite applauses to which he just bows and lifts up the front of his dress at everyone showing off his jack-o-lantern boxers getting a chuckle from the crowd.

“Okay, Frank, don’t quit your day job. How about Queen of Whips?” Which she held up her whips and quickly cracked them for the crowd. This got a round of applause and yelps that was definitely worthy of her talent.

“Always a pleasure with this crowd, Tawny. But let's see if the geek squad is here; let's hear it for Princess Leia?” Lara broke out her sword and did a few maneuvers. There was a very concentrated crowd that erupted with support and a healthy applause elsewhere, but not quite to Tawny’s level.

“Respectable, but not sure it's quite there. Okay, and how about Lady Macbeath?” A single man shouted out “Brava!” with a large amount of clapping.

“Oh, shut it, Ira,” the lady said as she stormed off the stage, “inbred neanderthals!” Shouting from the wings.

Seeing her approaching the meat sacks, Miss Phit simply said “fellas” with a wave of her hand. The two barely clad men picked her up like she was feather pillow walked her to the front door, the crowd easily parting around them as she screamed out. “Oh, Ilene, don’t be such a Gruoch.” The fellas tossed her out and the tall gangly fellow that had shouted out followed after her while the crowd erupted into laughter.