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My legs feel like jelly the good kind, like strawberry gelatin as I stumble into my penthouse suite. My body is humming. It's not just exhaustion; it's that deep, throbbing fullness that only comes after fifty men have taken turns claiming every available inch of me. I can feel it with every step: the warm, heavy slosh inside my belly and the endless, slow drip drip drip of white gold escaping from my cunt and ass. I'm leaking everywhere, leaving a glistening trail across the expensive marble floor, but I don't care. I've never felt more blessed.

"Mmmph... so full..." I whimper to myself, dragging a hand down my stomach. I feel like a human fountain.

"You're late, Chappell," a sleepy, giggly voice calls out from the massive California King bed in the center of the room.

It's Jade. She's one of my backup dancers and my favorite bedmate. She's a total airhead her last tour costume was literally just a string of pearls and a smile and she's currently sprawled across the silk sheets, completely naked and already glistening. The bed smells like heaven: a thick, musky cocktail of dozens of different men's seed.

This is why I love being a lesbian in this world. My life is a constant cycle of pleasure and protein. When I'm not on stage being worshipped by the masses, I'm here, in this den of bliss, surrounded by my girls. We sleep together in one big, tangled pile of limbs and lace, creating our own private ecosystem of feeding.

I crawl onto the bed, the movement making me squelch audibly. Jade rolls over, her eyes glassy and unfocused, a beautiful, vacant expression on her face. She smells like she's been thoroughly fucked since dawn. "You smell like... like a whole stadium, Chappell," she purrs, reaching out to stroke my cheek with a sticky finger.

"That's because I am, baby," I giggle, pressing myself against her.

I don't even need to ask. I just slide down between her thighs. There's nothing sweeter than the taste of fresh cum, but tasting the 'leftovers' from another girl? That's the real magic. As I press my face against her pussy, tasting the rich, creamy cocktail that's been fermenting inside her all morning, I feel my own brain melting another notch. It's creamy, salty, and warm the perfect dessert after a long night of work.

Jade moans, her fingers tangling in my hair as I feast on her. "So good... you're such a good girl, Chappell..."

I close my eyes, letting the pleasure wash over me. Tomorrow there will be more shows, more men, more singing, and more leaking.And that's why I love being a lesbian.