Katalina is front and center.

Your drink was raised to your lips as you took a sip the moment you realized. You cough it up when you see that on the stage, front and center, is Katalina. She is as remarkable as she was when you saw her at the pool earlier and just as beautiful. Your heart is crawling into your throat.

You look to Amy quickly and she looks back to you smiling and clapping. You wipe your mouth quickly and begin to applaud as well. The lights are dim, she probably won't recognize you in the crowd. Even if she does, it's unlikely anything will happen.

She sings. Into a microphone, that voice you heard earlier calling you a cum slut, sings out and it's melodic. It's beautiful, talented and impressive. You forget about what happened earlier for a moment as you are taken in by the performance. The songs come, one after another, costume changes occur between songs, as courses of your meal are served and the waiter ensures drinks flow to your table like a proverbial river. Tammy and Jill are obviously feeling their liquor, so is Amy. You feel like you're doing better than they are, but it's hard to tell.

Performers are moving through the crowd as they complete their rendition of "It's raining Men!" and Katalina walks past your table. She spots you, stopping and singing while meeting your eyes just five feet in front of you. You are awestruck for the moment and you don't look away. She reaches out and takes your hand pulling you into the aisle as she dances around you. Quickly you look to Amy, who smiles and nods at you clapping happily at what she sees' as simple audience participation.

Katarina turns her back to you, leaning her head back onto your shoulder as she belts out the words.

"It's raining Men! Hallelujah!, It's raining Men! Hallelujah!" she sings. She sings, grinding her hips back into your crotch in her slinky dress. She spins around, her hair coming up and grazing your face as she puts a hand on your shoulder, pushing you to your knees'. She looks out to the crowd as she steps in close to you and your gaze is drawn inevitably, inexplicably, to that place.

Katarina dances, running her hands down her body as she sings, and you can't help but notice what no one else has spotted. She isn't wearing underwear and her cock is peeking out of the slit in her dress when she moves to the side just right. Even when it's not peaking out you can clearly see where it is...

The song finishes. Captivated you're left there on your knees as Katarina and the other dancers walk back onto the stage and behind the curtains, another set of performers taking their place as another song begins.

"Get up!" Amy says jovially.

You stand up, looking back with a sheepish smile. Amy pats the seat and you sit down.

"She did a number on you, huh. She's very pretty." Amy says winking at you. In this moment you feel very lucky that Amy is not usually the jealous type. She doesn't mind that you were momentarily captivated by another woman and the better part is that she didn't notice anything else special about that other woman.