The curtains part (Bad End)

(This is a smut chapter.)

The curtains part, causing you to lose your balance as you look out into the crowd. Th-That many people is more than your stage fright would prefer. Color drains from your face as nervousness overtakes you. It’s not clear whether you’re nervous about messing up in front of all these people, or being put on display in such a demeaning outfit. Probably both.

Gina groans, and you quickly realize why. In the audience, there seems to be a camera crew. Oh wow, looks like there’s going to be a ton of celebrity gossip happening. You almost feel bad, but you’re a bit preoccupied with your own feelings of dread. But wait, this means you’ll be on camera too! Oh nonono…! Why’s Gina have to be so famous…?

The song begins in full with an explosive intro, causing the three of you to occupy most of the stage as you move around and throw your bodies back and forth in unison. Your fingers tremble as you make lots of obviously sexualized movements that show off all your curves. You’d love nothing more than to run away from the crowd, but thanks to the contract you signed, you have **** but to go through with this. You’re sure the crowd is enjoying the view they’re getting of your body, but you’re certainly not happy to be giving it to them.

Samantha, thanks to her experience, moves around a bit more confidently. She’s smiling as she upstages both you and Gina. Wow, it seems like she genuinely gets some enjoyment out of dancing, even if it is in front of all these creeps. But alas, her overzealous movements cause her boobs to bounce out of her top, inspiring cheers from the audience. Her face goes red as she stops dancing to stuff the girls back into her leotard, then resumes dancing with more reserved movements.

Gina keeps a hand over her face as she dances, probably to protect her identity from the cameras. They must have already gotten a shot of her face when the performance started, but she keeps up the charade anyway.

The intro to the song ends, and your heart sinks as you realize how much of the song remains. Just before the verse starts, the curtains pull closed. It’s only an instant before they open again, but it doesn’t take long for you to realize that your leotard has somehow changed. Now it’s constricting tightly against your body, and it’s almost completely sheer! Anyone with eyes can see your skin showing through the pale remnants of your leotard’s original carmine color. A quick pivot of your head shows that the other girls are in the same situation as you, and their faces are as red as your leotard used to be.

At this point, the female vocalist of the song has started singing, and you’re mouthing her words along with Gina and Sam. The lyrics are all about female empowerment and independence from disrespectful men. It’s the kind of song you’d be happy to sing out loud, and yet, it feels like the words are mocking you with how disempowered you feel… The line, “My body’s not a toy for your entertainment,” makes you shake in shame at how factually incorrect it is. Every word she sings is undermined as you three submit your bodies to the crowd’s eyes.

As you work your body, it feels like everyone’s eyes are laser-guided to your tits. When the three of you raise your arms above your head and twirl around in sync, you could swear you feel a phantom sensation squeeze your ass, only to disappear when you face the crowd again. As scared as your mind is about being in front of an audience, your body is already getting wet from all this attention. Y-You’re not an exhibitionist or anything, right!? This song needs to end as soon as possible, so you can get off this stage and avoid embarrassing yourself any more than you already have!

The first verse flies with the audience gets several eyefuls of your boobs, straight through your transparent leotard. Sam and Gina look more sheepish than ever, suggesting that they feel the audience’s eyes on their chests just as much as you. At least Gina seems to have acknowledged her situation and is no longer hiding her face. But her right middle finger is permanently sticking out. Guess she has to offer some form of resistance. Suddenly, the curtain shuts for another brief second, and when it opens, your leotards are gone entirely.

The chorus starts, along with lyrics about being proud and strong, but the audience’s gazes have your knees feeling as weak as twigs. Your nipples are hard and exposed in front of everyone, and your pantyhose alone aren’t enough to hide how wet your pussy is. Your mind falls into a stupor of denial as you try to stop yourself. Dancing in front of all these people in such an obvious state of arousal… Film crew catching the whole thing… I-I-It’s no big deal, right? They probably can’t see anything. The lighting must be awful. You bet they’re not even paying attention! You almost succeed in fooling yourself, until Samantha snaps you out of it with a yelp. Her pantyhose are gone, revealing her pussy and ass to the cheering onlookers. Her position gives the crowd a full view of her crotch which, from your perspective, looks as wet as yours feels.

“Why me…” she groans, sounding completely defeated as she dances before the audience with nothing to cover her skin but her bow tie and cuffs. Oh, and the adorable cotton tail that somehow stays attached above her butt. She stares straight at the floor in shame, but keeps dancing like any good bunnygirl should.

Gina starts snickering, but the snickers are quickly replaced by a cute squeaky noise as her own pantyhose dissolve just as she’s lifting her leg up for a sassy kick. Her bare leg flings out at the crowd, and everyone watches as a few drops of dew shake free from her nethers. She shuts her eyes tight in embarrassment, but the dance calls for her to hold her leg out for one long, humiliating second. A second full of bright camera flashes from the audience that promise of spicy magazine covers for weeks to come.

Your breathing quickens as you wait for your own pantyhose to vanish with dread. And yet, your tunnel is leaking more every second, waiting for the chance to betray you by making you look like some kind of deviant in front of all these people. But you’re not! You’re only doing it because it’s your job, and there’s nothing exciting about it at all! It’s not making your heart race as you’re **** to make a whore out of yourself, dancing for these people in practically nothing…!

Just as you stretch your legs out like the letter ‘A’, your pantyhose vanish. Your eyes go wide in shock as you freeze up, giving everyone the best look they could ask for. Your stage fright and sluttier instincts both fight for control over your mind, and the result is your legs giving out like noodles. You slowly descend into a split that eventually lands your pussy in the puddle of girl juices you’ve been making. But you’re so sensitive that this little impact, combined with the realization of what a humiliating sight you just showed everyone, is more than you can handle.

“*FUUUUUUUUUCK!!!*” you squeal. The chorus ends with you going bowlegged from a humiliating orgasm before the entire theater. Your eyes roll back as you shudder in pleasure, looking like a pitiful contradiction of the song you’re dancing to. Gina and Sam laugh uproariously, pointing at your climaxing body as they dance around. They must be happy that you’re stealing all the attention and saving them some embarrassment… Meanwhile, the fear and shame of cumming in front of a crowd has rendered your legs limp, so you remain stuck doing a split. Which only forces you to keep cumming in front of a crowd! The puddle your cunt is resting in grows as the audience whistles and cheers. Bright camera flashes come from the audience as well. Looks like Gina won’t be the only one on magazine covers… As selfish as it is, you hope Gina and Sam end up cumming too. Being the only one to cum while dancing would be the worst…

The second verse begins with you standing on shaky legs, barely able to stay on your feet after the intense, spontaneous climax. You’ve barely resumed dancing when the curtains rapidly shut and open again. It was like you barely blinked, but now your hands are in shackles behind your back and a vibrator is lodged in your pussy! All three of you go wide-eyed as you examine each other’s bindings and crotches. Looks of resignation fall across your faces as you realize you’ve all suffered the same fate. Well, that puts an end to Gina’s bird flipping.

Still not missing a single step, you all continue dancing to the song, but it becomes obvious that you’re all at a disadvantage. You can barely balance at all without the use of your arms, meaning your tits are bouncing around obscenely. Samantha has it just as bad as you, but seems much more troubled by it, looking down at her chest in a panic and shaking her head back and forth. As you flex and bend your body to the music, the vibrator gets rubbed against your most sensitive corners. All three of you keep pausing and going rigid as the toy hits an especially pleasant spot, but nobody is pausing more than Gina, whose dancing has practically turned robotic.

All three of you moan through your routines, not loud enough to pass the song in volume, but probably loud enough for most of the audience to hear. How much of the song is left? You hope it ends soon. At this rate you might end up-

“*AH-AHHHHH-AHHHH!*” The redheaded dancer’s face twists in ecstasy as girlcum drips down her thighs, announcing that the vibrator has overcome her endurance. She probably couldn’t handle the humiliation of her tits shaking around so uncontrollably, either. But she continues performing, her boobs bouncing just as uncontrollably as more camera flashes fill the seats. Well, at least you’ll all be famous now… Whimpers continue spilling from her mouth as she obediently bounces around the stage, climaxing as she goes.

As soon as the chorus starts you all thrust your chests forward in a sexy pose, then deliver another sassy kick like the one when Gina lost her pantyhose. You and Samantha continue on, but Gina loses her balance and falls on her butt. She completely breaks routine by clenching her thighs together and rattling her shoulders, trying to free her hands.

“*NOOOOOOOO NO NO!!!*” she yells. “This can’t happen to me! Not like this!!!” So she says, but her pussy has other plans. She soon starts spasming on the ground, having completely lost the ability to continue the dance. She squirts on the stage, making a mess and disgracing her supposed celebrity status. You expected the crowd to be upset with her for refusing to dance, but instead they cheer. A few arms even reach up onto the stage and drag her off, into the crowd. Uh-oh. Your cotton tail fluffs up at the sight of Gina disappearing into a sea of degenerates. You don’t want that fate. Being reduced to eye candy is one thing, but if you end up down there, you won’t be able to walk straight for a week!

You and Samantha exchange fearful glances and continue dancing, your breasts still heaving with every motion. Final stretch, the song’s almost over… You both spin around, but Samantha fails to keep her balance and ends up spinning away like a slutty ballerina, disappearing into the blackness of offstage. Almost immediately, she’s launched back into the theater, soaring over the stage and landing in the audience.

“Noooo that’s sensitive *AHHH* *OOO~AAAAHHHH~!*” she squeals.

!!!!!!!!!!

You have to finish the dance no matter what!

You’re super careful, doing your best to stay alert and avoid going on autopilot. Only you remain, dancing all alone, garnering the attention of every pervert in the audience. They’re all looking at you… Your body is supposed to be a temple, but they’re all defiling it with their stares… Somehow, against the odds, you make it to the end of the song. You’re bound, panting, and tingling with pleasure on every inch of your skin. Your boobs, ass, and cunt all throb, **** for the attention that you desperately want none of. But despite all the girlcum you’re dripping, you made it. You jump into the air for the final note, and…

You cum. In the air, with all eyes on you, an orgasm washes over you from being stared at in such a depraved state. Your quivering legs fail to support you as you land, causing you to stumble forward and fall over. Your torso hangs vertically off the edge of the stage, and you lift your head to see a gentleman in the front row eyeing you like a hungry wolf. Your bunny ears droop over your eyes fearfully.

“Umm… Please go easy on me…”