The Best Kind for Wandering Eyes

Skie was in serious trouble and she didn't even know it. Completely oblivious to her deteriorating situation with her head so focused on her lines and moves, her routine was everything on her mind. Never mind the crowd baying for her body, never mind the drafts of cool air. She had her set to complete to keep the love for her fans, and those fans in the front row were getting an exclusive view of their idol not one of them thought they ever would.

It all happened in the last minute of her encore. Tobias and her fans saw it all.

First the strip of tape over her peeking nethers gave up, peeling off her raised clitoris until it came free. Fans could even see a small clear string of fluid attached to the tape trailing back to the slightly parted plump mound of her groin, purple shining flesh complete with small beads of more clear liquid reflecting light at the crowd. The front row went wild even as the tape tumbled towards them, but it was the same fan who had his prayers answered again as he caught the strip of tape and ran his thumb over the liquid on it. It wasn't sweat, nor was it glue. He just had to make sure as his thumb met his tongue and delicate sweetness exploded in his mouth. He tented in an instant.

Next was her top as the clasp kept jumping and jolting, her unconfined breasts only adding to the jiggle to both her taped X's and her last piece of clothing on her upper body. There was a soft twang that Tobias was certain only he heard in his head as the clasp came apart before his eyes, right as Skie did one of her common twirls. The top vanished into the crowd too, as if something was attracting loose discarded clothing from the stage. Even though her top was hiding nothing it still made the crowd roar, she was that little bit more naked and they loved it.