Saved by a ray of Sunshine

Weirdly enough, one of the first things Gunnar noticed about Sage as she came back to him were her shoes. She spread-eagled immediately before him, right at the edge of stage, and proceeded to slowly and gracefully place one leg and then the other on his shoulders. He realized there was none of that endangered whooshing sensation he got when dancers were wielding their ludicrously high platform shoes -- because she had humble, pretty, serviceable sandals on. That too was obviously some radical new shift in what the management wanted.

Her legs pulled him to her as if her body was one great beautiful hand clutching its prize. He marveled at how the pasties counted for virtually nothing, as if she simply had oddly smooth off-color areolae, as he found his head happily buried in all her bosom. This was a house girl!?!? How the hell had scrambling dinky old Tigress, after all this remodeling, managed to snatch up such obvious world class talent as a mere house girl?

Sage shook her long, long black hair over his head in an effect that had her beautiful dark eyes in a universe all to herself. Somewhere in his brain he was vaguely aware taht he had slipped off his stool and was kneeling his new huge new post-RAIP body directly on the floor to make all this logistically possible, but he didn't fucking care.

Sage's face and voice were ablaze with lust. "I would do anything to fuck that cock of yours!" she whispered harshly at him. "I mean it, I'm fucking serious!"

Gunnar found himself not only bried in her bosom but submerged in her smooch. She kissed him big and hard with lots of tongue on and beyond the lips, and Gunnar did not doubt that the presumaby wise Sage was going crazy with horniness.

"Let's hear it for Sayyyge!" came the DJ's voice, and it seemed to Gunnar that his voice was a bit nervous and hurried, or hurrying.

"You staying for our headliner?" Sage demanded. "Sure," he said. "I've got to see you after she dances -- please say Yes!" He nodded.

Sage released him, then swiftly go off the stage. Gunnar felt a bit lost as the lighting went wilder, the music got bolder, and the DJ started cataloging endless big-bust magazine and video credits for -- "SUNSHINE ECLIPSERS!"