Temporarily

For a moment, Waverly felt her will push through. It was like tearing her way out of a cocoon, suddenly being out in the light again, being in charge. She stumbled, ignoring the beat of the music, panicked eyes surveying the crowd.

A sob escaped her lips and, improvising, she pulled the hat down off her head, rotated it to try and cover more of herself; the brim was large enough to make an effort and hiding both her cleavage and midriff.

It didn’t do much for her legs, but it was a start.

Now she just had to get out of there. She couldn’t run into the audience; even if she made it she didn’t want to run home dressed like this. No, she just had to back away to the dressing room, get her actual clothes back, and make a break for it. She-

She was starting to move again, ass shaking to the music. In one hand she still held the hat and gun, but the other was moving without her willingness, unbuttoning her top. Waverly almost teared up, so close, so close to getting out-

But then the strange **** consumed her again, the demon exalting, and pulling off that skimpy crop-top. She threw it away, but kept herself covered by the hat. She offered a teasing grin, and turned around.

Waverly hoped, however futilely, that this was it. People got a glimpse of her back, and she ran-

But no, instead the… thing in her body put the hat back on, twirled the gun, and turned back around in a dubious parody of a square dance. She shook her chest, tits jiggling and on full display.

It only got worse as her hand carried the gun in, licking the shaft, then moving it lower, pressing it against her tits.

She squeezed it between them, giving the crowd a lascivious grin that made her cringe.

She looked at Nicole like that. Only Nicole. No one else should ever see her- like this, so wanton, so degraded.

She found herself licking the faux-gun again, taking more of the tip into her mouth to cheers from the audience, before pulling it away.

Then it went lower, shaft trailing down her body, past her exposed breasts, and to the waistline of her short shorts. They were tight as it was, already showing off her ass more than she was comfortable with, and now the prop was pushing its way inside.

It passed the waistband, and kept pushing, teasingly moving the denim lower, and lower…

No, please no. Waverly wanted to plead, but there was no one she could beg to, just the inexorable movement of her body.

She bent forwards, tits hanging out slightly as the shorts were pushed away; her chest hid her cunt, if only temporarily.

The gun trailed up her body again, passing between her boobs and pushing herself up straight.

And she kept dancing, kicking the daisy dukes away and leaving herself in nothing but the ridiculous hat. She whirled, and bent over, twirling the gun, slipping it into her mouth and putting thoughts that made her want to cry into the heads of all the watching men.

Great, now half of Purgatory knew how she’d look sucking them off.

The song wound down; Waverly breathed an inward sigh of relief, praying this at last meant it was over…

And instead she found herself winking at the audience, gesturing at the DJ, and the same tune restarted. She strode over to the pole, grabbing it with one hand, and spinning around it.

As she did, she licked the shaft of the gun, before pushing it deeper into her mouth. It hit her throat, and her eyes went wide; she had just enough self control to manage a whimper as the gun left her mouth to trail down her body again.

All those people were watching, far too many, and the prop gun slipped between her legs.