Time to Dance and...

Grace felt more comfortable with herself than she had since learning of her costume's transparency. The lights were low, as was the hum from the vibrator. It also was more appropriate for her to be turned on here. That's why when she saw one of the dancers leave her place in the cage, she couldn't pass up the chance.

After first trying to step up onto the platform and giving an extended side-skirt shot to everyone around her, Grace finally hopped up butt first and swung her legs around. The first thing she noticed was the shoddy construction of the cage. Sure, they weren't going to use iron bars, but these were just spray painted wooden dowels. They rattled loosely in the cage frame as she pulled herself into a standing position. She briefly considered how much she could improve the quality of this prop for under $100 before remembering why she climbed up here.

Doing her drunken best to emulate the sexy dancer from earlier, she began to draw a moderate crowd of spectators - of course, this was due more to the view she provided from beneath than to her amazing dance moves. The colored lights that roamed across both the dance floor and the cages provided a peak-a-boo show with Grace's skirt. Under one light it was completely opaque. Under another that matched it coloration better, it gave a sexy silhouette of what was underneath. But on occasions, the lights would cross each other and the overlap would shine a bright white light on her that had the same effect as the camera flashes and she would be left dancing bottomless for much longer than a single camera's flash.

Becky noticed this almost immediately and would cheer whenever it happened. Whenever the camera caught this, Becky would try to signal for Grace to turn and look at what she was showing on the big screen, but Grace's **** dampened reflexes would always turn just after the lights had moved on.

Grace was now flirting with the camera guy - or, at least, with his camera. As he was rotating around the cage, getting her from every angle. She would jut a hip out at him or lean into the camera, but always eventually turned herself towards him. She was a pro and knew she needed her face center screen as much as possible.

Eventually, they settled into position with his back to the big screen, and her facing him and the two big lights that were scanning the cage in an alternating pattern. She was almost hypnotized, watching herself phase from obscured to covered by a thin sheen of red, and then it happened. Both lights settled on her at the same time and flared their brightest. She had seen the photos, but not blown up to 10-times bigger than life-size. Her skirt wasn't just transparent, it effectively wasn't there. She froze staring at her own bare bottom half, seeing not only her lips, but the unmistakable tip of the vibrating clitoral massager.

Becky saw what was happening and realized it was now or never. She fumbled with the controller, but managed to slam all three of the vibrator settings to maximum. Grace's knees buckled. Luckily, she was holding onto the wooden cage bars, so lowered herself to a kneeling position instead of falling, but this also had the effect of pulling her arms up and shifting her top, off of her breasts. The camera guy didn't know whether to focus on her chest, which he hadn't gotten any good shots of yet, or her pussy, which was now spread wide and fully illuminated in front of him.

Grace left him little choice but to pull back and capture as much of the whole picture as he could when she finally released her grip on the bars and fell back, pushing her legs even wider apart. The vibrators were in charge now, and it was time to finish this. She happily found her chest uncovered with one hand while her other pushed the skirt to the side allowing her to grind the stimulator into herself in hard circles. Many of those room parties saved themselves a porn-channel purchase as she let out a prolonged grunt followed by a weak panting as she recovered from the orgasm that had been building for hours.

Becky didn't give her time to rest as grabbed Grace's wrist and pulled at her until she responded well enough to be led out of the room to a round of applause. She was mostly covered by her costume by the time the left the ballroom and was able to make it to the stairs with only a single photo request, which ended up being an action shot of a barely vertical Leia leaning on the escalator handgrip and waving as it lifted her away from the photographer.