She goes with the new girl

Vyki looked down at the offered hand and her brain feels conflicted about needing to reach out and shake it. However, in her dazed state she can’t remember why she was hesitant and turns to look at her own hand. Looking back at her hand, she feels his shaft twitch inside her grip.

Feeling it suddenly move, Vyki flinched pulling her hand away. “Oh, God!” their visitor shouts as she turns away from the couple, “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to intrude, ma’am.”

Vyki looks back at the girl seeing only the back of her short hair and turns back to look at Lou who looked almost as shocked as she was when they both looked at her empty palm.

“I’m sorry, Sir & ma’am. Please finish what you were doing. I will be over here out of the way,” the timid girl said as she took a few stiff steps away. “But, I’m afraid I cannot return without you, ma’am, so I'll be here when you’re done,” she softly stated as she knelt down facing away from the couple.

Vyki’s brain finally put together what all she was implying and quickly wiped her hand on her skirt and turned to profess to the stranger, “no, no, no! It was nothing.” She continued as she sashayed over to the girl placing a hand on her shoulder, “we were just dancing. We weren’t doing anything to be interrupted.”

The visitor first looked up at Vyki, then back to Lou noticing the very obvious bulge in his suit pants, then back at Vyki who just smiled and shook her head “nothing.” Looking back to Lou, she asked, “so, she’s not doing anything and free to leave, Sir?” trying unsuccessfully not to look at his groin.

Lou was still feeling really heightened sexually, and seeing Vyki bend over the kneeling girl with just a hint of the profile of her ass cheeks peeking out, he was very tempted to grab her back and finish off in her. Shaking his head to try to dispel this primitive urge, he figured it would be best to have some separation. “No, we’re good.” As he moved to sit down to hide his natural excitement.

As the visitor stood up, Vyki smiled and said, “see nothing going on. Thanks!”

Grabbing Vyki’s wrist, the new girl said, “great! Let’s go! Miss wants everyone lined up for the categories” and dragged Vyki behind her as she soldiered off.

Vyki being pulled along was just trying not to tumble and shuffled quickly on her heels. Trying to get her guide’s attention, she couldn’t recall getting their name. “Um, excuse me.” But they were solely focused on the path ahead and didn’t seem to hear her. As they made a turn out of the VIP area, Vyki pulled her arm back and shouted “Wait!”

The timid guide, realizing she had lost control, turned back to Vyki in desperation. “Please, we can’t keep Miss waiting.”

Vyki was captured as something seemed really off. More than just being **** off in secrecy, something about this person wasn’t quite right. She put the actions aside as she tried to get more about the individual. “I’m sorry, you obviously know I’m Vyki, but I didn’t catch your name.”

The quiet girl fiddled with the hem of her dress, “It’s ‘Caroleta’, ma’am. Please, we need to get to Miss.”

“Caroleta? Pleasure to meet you.” Vyki introduced. “And what is your role in all this? Who is this ‘Miss’?”

Caroleta was amazed that she was here and didn’t know who Miss Phit was. “I’m tasked as Miss Phit’s... um... personal assistant for the evening. She runs everything here. And she can be very... cross... Can we please just go, I’ll answer anything else on the way, but we really must get there.”

Vyki shook her head & tossed up her hands, “fine, but...” She was abruptly stopped as Caroleta grabbed her wrist and quickly navigated her around the periphery of the club.

“That is a very lovely dress, but” noticing her plodding along in her small heels, “you’re not used to heels, are you?”

Caroleta looked back in shock, “no, not in my daily,” and seemed to shorten & soften her stride, but moved her legs swiftly to keep up the pace keeping her head down.

Vyki was still apprehensive about this contest, “so, for the contest, it kind of a big deal?” still struggling to keep up with the shuffling person in front of her.

Caroleta laughed at the understatement, “its like the culmination of the alt scene around here and they’ve been stuck at home for 2 years, so ya, its kinda big. The real money at stake helps too.”

“Real money?” Vyki wasn’t necessarily hurting, but thinking about everything she knew of that was spent on this, offsetting the costs for this weekend would be nice. “So, we just stand in a row and then she picks the winner or something?”

Stopping as they reached a door labeled, 'NO ADMITTANCE - PUNISHMENT REALM’, Caroleta turns to look at Vyki with a pleading face, “no, you’re supposed to perform. Did no one tell you? Dammit! Miss is going to throw a shift storm if you just stand there.” Caroleta said brushing back her light bangs out of her hair. “Fuck! I got an idea.” Opening the forbidden door, Caroleta pulls and shoves Vyki through with more **** than she thought possible before she could really process what Caroleta was saying.

As Vyki fell into the backstage area teaming with a cast of characters that looked like a 42nd street review spoof in Vegas with an underground Berlin twist. Looking around, Vyki could see girls that looked like they left their shift at a strip joint, guys who looked like they would corrupt a nun, drag queens that belonged on magazine covers, show girls for Brazil, and all matters of mix-matched creatures, she was suddenly feeling like her simple guy in a dress costume was not only pedestrian but revealingly obvious.

Turning around to find her guide standing by the door for help, “I can *NOT* do this!”

Caroleta could see the obvious panic in her face & hear it in her voice. It was obviously overwhelming of the cast of crew and simple stage freight; she could calm down before Miss showed up. “It's really, okay! There is a lot of crazy outfits here, but you’re just going against other princesses. With your moves, you got this nailed.”

“No!” Vyki started pleading but felt she had to relate to her guide as quickly as possible, “you’re not really a girl, are you?”

Caroleta felt suddenly hurt by her bigoted tone. She knew she wasn’t really passable, but she hoped that most people here were at least acceptable and just teased her no more than was expected from Miss Phit. “Well, no, but kind of rude to bring up. It's not something that everyone here doesn’t already know, but most are accepting.”

“Yes, but you wouldn’t want to go up on stage competing in that outfit, would you?”

Caroleta knew this wouldn’t win her many competitions, but she was pretty sure Miss was going to put her on stage whether she wanted it or not; and probably in less. She could feel her cock twitch in its cage at that thought too. “Well, no, but I’m sure...”

Vyki could tell Caroleta wasn’t getting it and griped the straps of her overlay and pulled her in close to tell her timid face, “*_I_* am a _guy_, too.” Vyki could see the skepticism in Caroleta’s face as she looked over Vyki’s face before suddenly bursting out in a giggle.

“Oh my god!!! You got this for sure!!” Caroleta nearly screamed manically.

“Ahhh!!! Caroleta you’re finally here!” Vyki heard over her shoulder. Turning around, she was greeted by the sea of miscreants parting to reveal some sort of goddess meets military officer caught in a bedazzled crossfire left with a minuscule amount of coverage. “You found our errant little princess, I see?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Caroleta shouted from behind Vyki. Vyki whipped her head around feeling betrayed by her confidant and gave her a glaring stare. Vyki firmly whispered “tell *no one*” trying to include an unspoken threat however veiled it may have been.

The woman took a few confident strides down the steps and even though her sparkling platforms added at least 10 inches, her plastic jeweled covered captain's hat barely reached Vyki’s eye level. Her crop top and shorts only seemed to match her hat with the same faux stones and were only remotely military with the metals, bars, and fuchsia MOLLE belt. The vibrant cape with the overkill shoulder pads seemed to exude how this woman demanded to be followed even with her naturally diminutive form but relished in her feminine charms. However, anyone disputing her authority seems would be dealing with the two towers of exposed muscle flanking behind her; their oiled flesh seemed to only be covered by the boots, speedo, and matching gimp masks all in black leather. “So, you’re the Vyki that everyone was gabbing on about.” Vyki was surprised to be known so easily and could only nod as she tried to size up the situation. “You better be treating my boy Lou right,” the woman cautioned, “else you’ll find yourself in the stocks out front with enough garbage shoved in your twat for the vermin to feed on for a week."

The woman seemed to have enough insanity in her dark, wild eyes, that Vyki wasn’t sure she hadn’t done that to someone before. Hell, she seemed just this side of loony to have done it to herself for kicks.

Taking a final step to look directly into Vyki’s eyes before sizing her up. “Enough of the pleasantries. Chuck, get this show on the road.”

“You got it, Phit,” Some guy shouted out from one of the wings and the music shifted. “Places everybody!” As the whole sea of people started moving around in what looked like organized chaos.

Caroleta then moved to stand beside Vyki and Miss Phit. “Um, Mistress, Miss Vyki here needs a moment to refresh and get ready. Would it be acceptable to move her category to ensure they best performance for your show, ma’am?”

Without breaking eye contact with Vyki in a weird attempt to stare her down, Miss Phit replied with, “Have Charles switch the princesses with the furries. That should give her enough time to fix her hair.”

Vyki looked at Phit like she had slapped her across the face and was suddenly self-conscious about her hair. Miss Phit then cackled and walked away with a flurry of her capes followed by her two brutes.

“Yes, Mistress,” Caroleta replied as she walked away, “I will be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”

Vyki could see Caroleta go running off and looked like talking to a DJ off to the side of the stage. Vyki immediately turned around and tried to open the door they had just come through, but there was no apparent handle and wouldn’t move in the least. Looking around, she saw a fire exit and immediately started to head out to escape out of there. However, she was promptly intercepted by the cutie in the pink pinafore a few from the door. “There you are!” Caroleta announced “we don’t have a lot of time. Let’s talk.”

Caroleta ushered her over to a small nook normally reserved for storage or equipment it appeared, but enough to keep them out of the immediate chaos of the line ups. “Look, everyone was surprised to see Mister Lou finally loosening up with a pretty girl, so Miss isn’t about to let you out of here without testing you in some way; there was no way I could get you out of this,” Caroleta tried to explain. ”If you can go out there and show them how hot you can be, the crowd will be on your side, and she’ll concede you’re worthy of him.”

The idea of going out in front of a crowd on the stage and having everyone see her like some old dude in a dress was causing her panic. “What if I can’t pass?!?”

“First off, that’s not the big worry for you babe.” Caroleta tries to assure her, “secondly, you don’t have to *_pass_*; just have them love you! You go out there and shake that ass, and trust me, they’ll be putty in your hands.”

Somehow dancing in front of a club full of people was even scarier and she could feel her pulse quickening even further. “And when I don’t win?” She asked trying not to hyper ventilate.

Caroleta grabbed a shot glass from a tray of passing waitress and handed it to Vyki, “drink this.” Vyki took the drink and was not expecting the cheap whiskey from that first sip and coughed up half of it. “You’re in Miss Phit’s world. I’ll be honest, based on your anxiety, the stocks may be the safest thing for you; she can be... sadistic.” Caroleta couldn’t stop the moan from escaping as her cage seemed to get tighter.

The words of warning were not working to make things calmer for Vyki as they had the effect of making her outright pant heavily. Caroleta knew she had to do something to calm her down and pulled out her pack of pills from her pocket. “Here, this will help take the edge off, you ever had this before?” She said holding up the stick to Vyki.

Vyki shook her head as she didn’t recognize whatever this was, and she was not too sure about taking some strange ****, but her own sadistic mind was coming with all sorts of punishments she could do if she were in charge of a club of degenerates and it was spiraling out of control fast.

“K, well, you probably shouldn’t have the full stick then. Just hold it in your mouth, let it dissolve and then swallow it. It should calm things down before your group.” As she was explaining this, Caroleta had started snapping a quarter off but dropped the small square. “Dammit!” She went to bend down and pick up the small bit and extended her hand up in counterbalance.

Seeing the girl trying to fix something on the ground and holding out the shortened stick, Vyki took the offered med and put it in her mouth to let it dissolve as directed. Feeling it melt away, she washed it down with the nasty whisky.

As Caroleta was messing with the small square, she finally made contact and only then realized that her other hand was now empty. Standing up bolt right she looked at her empty hand and the tiny cube in the other hand before looking back at her charge taking a large chug of whiskey. “Guess you won’t need this now,” she mumbles looking at the quarter dose she had been preparing for the Xanax virgin.

“What was that,” Vyki coughed out, not catching what Caroleta said.

“Oh, nothing,” Caroleta deflected. Caroleta knew they still had at least 15 minutes before they got to the princesses and just hoped she didn’t have an adverse reaction. If she could keep her calm, they would be golden. “K, so we got time before your performance. Can you tell me how you got to....” she asked gesturing to Vyki’s sexy outfit “...this?!? I gotta know your tricks.”

Feeling somewhat safer off to side and maybe even a confidant in her current guide, Vyki started to relate a summary of her whole escapade of the day & it’s lead up using it to distract from her current situation.