AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is an updated version of 'The Best Show Yet' which was previously posted on literotica as "Roger Simian"
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the singer brushes stray strands of silky black hair from her cheek & gazes dreamily at the crowd---this is gonna be a wild one---the best show yet---the young punks can hardly contain themselves---they know full well that these girlz always somehow end up naked by the end of each performance---but tonight there is something else---something dark & electrical---an erotic charge---she can feel it burning inside---tingling over her belly---up thru her flushed breasts---hmn yes---& there it is---damp between her thighs
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los angeles---usa---two weeks visiting my daughter catriona & ex-girlfriend joni in cali4nias tinsel city---joni & i have somehow managed to stay friends thru the years weve been parted but this is really uncomfortable---shes got a new man in her life now---david the psychologist---david the psychologist is sickeningly nice---a caring & reasonable man---my little girl thinks hes terribly funny---shes even started talking like him
ive decided to hate david the psychologist
to be honest i dont care for cali4nia much either---it doesnt impress me---id much rather visit the big apple where its dark & cool & the people are too hip to do anything but sneer---actually the gotham folks seem a lot like the characters i grew up w/ in the north east of england---their biting humour is much better suited to my own mildly sarcastic temperament
ive never been much of a sun-lover it has to be said---this afternoon i felt like a tall unshaven sceptre walking out there amongst the sun-tanned hordes w/ my scruffy hair bikini kill t-shirt & tacky wraparound shades---i could tell by the way people were looking at me they thought i was some kinda freakoid
but now its dark---everything changes in la at night---thats when the strange midnight creatures crawl out of their mysterious hidden underworld & infest the streets like zombies---my people
ive been slamming tequilas all evening at the hotel bar & im utterly annihilated---feeling horny---the sun-tanned beach-sluts arent really my type but right now i find every one of them tantalising---the curves of their toned bodies---billowing blonde hair---gravity-defying silicon tits---the scent of many perfumes
i need to see naked flesh---this is what i have decided
& so i find myself at the entrance to a sex club---dancing grrrls---a striptease show---back home id be way too british & reserved to go in but out here in cali4nia im a stranger---im free to reinvent myself as a street-smart playboy---whos gonna know any different?--- i hand over my uncle sam dollars & someone ushers me inside---as i stumble thru the foyer my ears are assaulted by noisy rock---some chick screaming her lungs up
very strange
i look over at the burly pony-tailed doorman?this is a strip club isnt it??
?most nights my friend---tonight though we got a band playing---check it out---you wont be disappointed?
feeling somewhat cheated i wander inside
ive gotta admit it---the energy in the place is wild---as i push thru the crowd i begin to realise why---up there on the stage three lithe sex-kittenz are strutting around in the tightest dresses---thrashing madly at their instruments---hair spraying out in every direction as the goateed drummer batters his drums like a maniac---the bass-player & guitarist are gorgeous---one blonde the other crazy-red but its the chanteuse that stops me in my tracks
she clutches at the mic-stand---eyes closed tight---sullen & pale w/ shiny midnight bangs & smudged crimson lipstick like a 1920s flapper-girl in a parisian whore-house---she looks so striking out here in sunny cali---ive got a tv eye on her---the way she hollers n wails so full of rage & tenderness---panting & squealing---voice cracking as she writhes round the stage in her flesh-grabbing black mini-dress & calf-length boots---caressing the mic like she wants to felate it---wrapping her pale thighs round the stand---rubbing up against it---she teases her audience like an exotic dancer---following the shape of her breasts w/ slender fingers---tickling her hand down over her belly till you think shes gonna touch herself down there---but then spinning round---swinging her bony hips to the primitive rhythms---pretty ass moving beneath her dress---oh
the kidz are going mad for this space-age siren w/ her eastern european cheekbones & piercing eyes---what colour are they?---green?---grey?---im right up at the front of the stage now but i just cant tell