They grope you

You move forward, the embrace of the crowd taking you. The lads at the front are eager, having crowded around at the sight of you walking down, seeing how much of an obvious slut you are. They smell of cheap beer and vodka, and you're almost so certain that Saoirse has had these people sit here purely for the purpose of groping you.

"God, she's so fucking hot," they chuckle, their voices rough and strong, almost as if they're indifferent to whoever sees them attack. "Get that little slut! I want to feel her pussy!"

Hands fire out, grabbing at your chest through her top. Their fingers roughly grab your nipple through your blouse and tug on it harshly, while other hands squeeze and knead the flesh of what little tits you have alongside the padding. Of course, everyone's aware that that is not the main prize. Hands quickly rub along your leg, touching your smooth skin as they move upwards. They clearly know what they want, and they know there's not a lot of time to take it in the few moments of groping. Their hands roughly brush against your panties, as a finger slips into your panties and brushes up against your asshole, pressing against it. You yelp nervously, holding your skirt down to try stop them, but they're much stronger, and easily pull it up. For a moment, the skirt is pulled up entirely, showing off your panties to the entire crowd. The smarter boys have already whipped out cameras, flashing pictures of you. You can only hope your taped back cock is still hidden as you're left, flustered and near-crying, in front of the crowd. Hands slap hard against your ass, your cheeks jiggling as they're left with red handprints.

After a moment, you're released and you quickly get back to your place on the stage, out of their reach. You can see the mixture of emotions in the crowd: disgust, arousal, worry and more. You try to ignore it all, ignore the humiliation and the embarrassment. You don't even care that your skirt is flying around, they've already seen everything.

Finally, you burst through the red curtain again, popping behind. Alongside the flustered girls working set, you come face to face with Saoirse.

"That was magical!" Saoirse grins. "You looked fantastic!"

"That was embar..." you start, before Saoirse hushes you.

"You did good. Don't worry about anything else. You pleased me. OK?"

You nod obediently, as Saoirse's grin widens.

"Delightful! Well, if that's all you had to complain about, let's get going?"

"Going where?"

"Well, after all, you deserve a reward, don't you?"

You beam, nodding eagerly, as she smiles softly back at you.