Jack Off Jill’s cover of “I Touch Myself”

The crowd cheers at the sight of the two of you coming onstage, but the cheers slowly die as they stand back, confused and impatient for the festivities to begin. As you sit down a couple of people jeer from the back. Grace stands there, head down, eyes closed, obvious to the world. You are the only one that noticed her slight reaction when you touched her.

Suddenly the music begins. Immediately Grace’s head pops up, her eyes full of passionate need, her long red hair flaying wildly across her face. Her hands caress her hips and stomach through her transparent blouse as her tongue slides across her lips, her whole body surrendered to the music and the lust. The moment the lyrics start Grace undoes the bottom three buttons of her blouse. Then she slowly slides her hands up inside the shirt to caress her breasts.

When the beat picks up and the chorus starts, Grace grabs the blouse and pulls it off, shooting the remaining buttons into the crowd. The shirt falls to the floor as everyone cheers excitedly. Grace then turns her left shoulder to the crowd, blowing kisses as she pulls the tank top strap off her shoulder. She then repeats the process for the right shoulder. By the end of the chorus she has the shirt pulled down over her breasts, showing her satin bra to the now frantic crowd.

Not content with that, Grace’s hands make sensual, gliding love to her body as she pulls the tank top all the way down her chest and down over her skirt. Finally when the shirt is past the skirt, it falls at her feet. Grace steps one foot out of the tank top on the floor and uses her other foot to kick the shirt right into your lap. You leave it there, a pleased and hungry look spreading quickly across your face.

As the bridge starts, Grace kneels at the edge of the stage, just out of reach of the audience. Wetting the middle finger on her right hand, she teases her nipple through its satin confines as her right hand dances along the hem of her skirt, threatening to lift it but never quite making it. As she plays, her hips rock viciously with the music. The instant the song stops, Grace does the splits on stage, her hand strategically in front of her crotch.

The lights on stage dim as you stand and walk over to Grace. You softly touch her shoulder and she gets back on her feet. You reattach the leash and lead her offstage as the cheers echo through the entire club.

Once the two of you are backstage, Grace looks into your eyes as if coming out of a daze. “How did I do, Mistress?”

You smile proudly at her as you place your hand on the back of her head and whisper, “You were perfect, my pet.” With that you kiss her softly, letting your lips linger, teasing her hyper sensitive body by gliding the tip of your nail against her exposed belly.

“Mistress, please. I need you so bad. I need to please you so bad,” she whimpers.

“Soon, my pet.”

A voice breaks your tender moment. The two of you turn to see the stage manager. “Sorry, but they’re about to announce the winner for the ladies. We need Grace on stage.” You nod and let go of Grace.

The moment the stage manager turns away, however, you grab Grace suddenly, removing her leash as you nip her neck, leaving a small set of teeth marks. She nearly collapses in your arms but you roughly push her up. “Be a good girl for a bit longer and I promise you’ll have plenty of fun tonight.”

Grace takes a steadily breath as she nods and walks back on stage. You hurry around to the front of the stage to see the announcement.