Claire: The Forced Virgin Of The Billionaire

Tables filled the floor and then there were several levels of tables overlooking the stage area as well. The theater was full, except for several small tables, in the center floor area that had been saved as ‘reserved’ with small tabletop signs.

That’s where we were seated. It was Azriel & I, John and Katie Cupcake at one table and then Olive and Ben with Leo and Heather at the next table.

Drinks were brought, Katie Cupcake and I were drinking cosmos, Olive had a chardonnay, and the guys plus Heather ordered beers.

Azriel and John were discussing something about construction or something, I don’t know, I wasn’t really paying attention but they seemed like good friends, very comfortable with one another.

I was feeling way uncomfortable about being there.

I’d been feeling uncomfortable in my own skin for the past 24 hours or longer.

The lights went down and then an MC, a beautiful sparkle-covered longhaired redheaded woman dressed in a top hat and glittery bodysuit tuxedo, announced it was the end of an intermission.

Then there was a couple on the stage dancing this awesomely choreographed number that was a tribute to Dirty Dancing, the big number “Time of my Life” But then things got weird because then it was suddenly obvious that she, the “Baby” in the act was actually a she-male and the Patrick Swayze stand-in went down onto his knees and pulled his p***s out from under the dress and gave a blowjob.

The Patrick Swayze got his pants undone and had no p***s and ‘she’ was finger f*****g him. So the guy was a girl and the girl was a guy but with real boobs.

I was gob smacked.

No, scratch that.

You’d have to come up with a whole new word for what I was feeling.

I looked to Azriel, wide-eyed, and he gave me a little shrug with a half a smirk.

I couldn’t see the reactions of John or his Katie Cupcake because they were sort of sitting closer to the stage and had their backs to us but I glanced over and Leo Denarda was grimacing at Ben and Olive laughing.

Leo’s date was watching with rapt attention, chewing gum with her mouth open.

The audience evidently approved judging by show of their applause.

Tobles filled the floor ond then there were severol levels of tobles overlooking the stoge oreo os well. The theoter wos full, except for severol smoll tobles, in the center floor oreo thot hod been soved os ‘reserved’ with smoll tobletop signs.

Thot’s where we were seoted. It wos Azriel & I, John ond Kotie Cupcoke ot one toble ond then Olive ond Ben with Leo ond Heother ot the next toble.

Drinks were brought, Kotie Cupcoke ond I were drinking cosmos, Olive hod o chordonnoy, ond the guys plus Heother ordered beers.

Azriel ond John were discussing something obout construction or something, I don’t know, I wosn’t reolly poying ottention but they seemed like good friends, very comfortoble with one onother.

I wos feeling woy uncomfortoble obout being there.

I’d been feeling uncomfortoble in my own skin for the post 24 hours or longer.

The lights went down ond then on MC, o beoutiful sporkle-covered longhoired redheoded womon dressed in o top hot ond glittery bodysuit tuxedo, onnounced it wos the end of on intermission.

Then there wos o couple on the stoge doncing this owesomely choreogrophed number thot wos o tribute to Dirty Doncing, the big number “Time of my Life” But then things got weird becouse then it wos suddenly obvious thot she, the “Boby” in the oct wos octuolly o she-mole ond the Potrick Swoyze stond-in went down onto his knees ond pulled his p***s out from under the dress ond gove o blowjob.

The Potrick Swoyze got his ponts undone ond hod no p***s ond ‘she’ wos finger f*****g him. So the guy wos o girl ond the girl wos o guy but with reol boobs.

I wos gob smocked.

No, scrotch thot.

You’d hove to come up with o whole new word for whot I wos feeling.

I looked to Azriel, wide-eyed, ond he gove me o little shrug with o holf o smirk.

I couldn’t see the reoctions of John or his Kotie Cupcoke becouse they were sort of sitting closer to the stoge ond hod their bocks to us but I glonced over ond Leo Denordo wos grimocing ot Ben ond Olive loughing.

Leo’s dote wos wotching with ropt ottention, chewing gum with her mouth open.

The oudience evidently opproved judging by show of their opplouse.

The next act consisted of two nude women doing acrobatics from long ribbons that came down from the ceiling.

It was beautiful and artistic and dirty.

Way dirty.

Their boobs defied gravity, were so obviously fake.

I spotted Mrs. Katie Cupcake grab her husband’s bulge and lean in and whisper something into his ear.

Ooooohkayyyy then… Mrs. Katie Cupcake Soccer Mom was clearly pretty kinky.

And I was feeling a little bit tipsy.

I’d had a few glasses of wine with dinner, wine in the limo, and now had almost a whole cosmo into me.

I was about to break the seal and needed the restroom.

As the curtain opened and an upbeat song I didn’t recognize started I leaned over and whispered to Azriel that I needed the ladies’ room.

Katie Cupcake heard me and said, “Me too,” and then linked arms with me before Azriel could do more than purse his lips.

“Your fiancé is so tall, dark, and hunky, Claire. I’ve met him several times and I bet he’s a handful in the bedroom,” Katie Cupcake said to me while washing her hands.

She was definitely tipsy, or more than tipsy.

I smirked, “Oh you have no idea…” I almost flashed my throat at her but changed my mind, logic winning out over my own slight tipsiness.

“I’d like to,” She fluffed up her hair while looking in the mirror and then puckered her lips and put l*p gloss on, “You two into group play?” Her eyes darted in my direction.

“Uh, no.” I said flatly, my eyes wide as I tried to de-clump some of my eyelashes with my fingernail.

She shrugged, reached into her purse, and pulled out a little m*******a box-shaped pipe, “Pity. My Johnny doesn’t mind sharing as long as he can watch. I feel the same. If you change your mind I bet Olive would be interested, too. She’s had her eye on ya awwwlllll night.”

Katie Cupcake took a haul off the pipe and then motioned to offer it to me and I waved my hand.

I didn’t need to be high right now.

I was having enough trouble holding my alcohol.

I winced at the swap / group s*x bit.

Olive wasn’t unattractive, if you liked the curvy pin-up shaped accountant type, which many would, but I wasn’t in the least bit bi-curious.

What was with this group?

What was with this group?

Clearly Ben put it together well.

Azriel was into kink, too, he’d introduced me to it.

Wait; were his dark s****l tendencies common knowledge?

We walked back to the table amid heavy bass that was thumping in my chest, it seemed, and there was a new drink there for me and Katie Cupcake.

The curtain closed on whatever act was ending and a moment later rose again and I recognized the beginning of the song Wicked Game.

I knew the Chris Isaak version but this was arranged a bit differently.

This guitar-playing singer sat in the corner in the dark on a stool while he sang.

It was an acoustic arrangement and, I thought, more powerful than the version I knew, the singer, so very soulful.

A second set of curtains opened and revealed a spotlight-drenched big four poster bed that was artfully unmade.

There was also a screen behind it with images of a bi-racial couple in a collage that flashed through a slideshow of their life together, living a happy-looking life, walking a border collie, eating dinner together staring into one another’s eyes, and curled up cuddling with a bowl of popcorn.

Then another light shone down on the couple themselves.

He was a tall and muscular attractive bald black man with a chin strap beard.

He stood on the stage in just a black G-string and towered over her, a petite woman with a blonde pixie haircut dressed in leather pants and a black corset with platform boots.

She was the woman in the images but she looked almost nothing like her.

She looked like she’d transformed from kindergarten teacher to Dominatrix.

He had a long braided black leather riding crop in his hand.

I felt sick for a second and then confusion set in as he handed it to her and got down to his knees and bowed into a stretchy yoga-looking pose, his gaze directed at the floor.

She circled him and then lifted his chin with the toe of her boot.

He looked up at her lovingly.

What the f**k was going on? I screamed at myself inwardly.