***All sexually active characters are of age, 18 years old at least, and all activities are consensual. Enjoy!***
In the dressing room of the club, X-Town, Cassieopeia, 24, is getting herself ready with the other girls, Enya Doodad, 29, Gladys Roper, 36, and Doris Diva, 40, or so she claims. Cassieopeia is minding her own business, sitting at a dressing table, applying her make-up for this evening, whilst the other girls, half-dressed, are huddled in a corner on the far side of the room, talking hushed, laughing haughty.
Distinguished queen, and proprietor of the club, Owo Uwu, glides gracefully into the dressing room, announcing to the girls, "My queens, tonight is looking good, fit-to-bursting out there. It is my wish that Cassieopeia opens proceeding's tonight, setting the tone for everyone else. Face the music, and prove to me you are a star, able to command the stage and captivate the audience. I want to see something spectacular from you. Don't let me down. Usual running order will follow until my climax. Be ready in 15 minutes, honey," turning to leave the queens, returning to her duties in the club.
Envy illuminates Doris Diva's face, darkly, fixing her glaring stare at Cassieopeia, smiling with a sickeningly sweet way, calling, "Cas, babes, why don't you come and join us before you go on stage?"
Cassieopeia looks and feels ready enough as she checks herself in the mirror, finding the other girl's reflections in it as she responds, "Sure, honey," getting up from her stool to approach the clique. Enya and Gladys get up from their perches, meeting Cassieopeia in the middle of the dressing room on either side, rubbing her arms and shoulders, pressing down on them, unbalancing her weight on her high- heels, buckling her knees down to the floor with a crash.
Doris comes down from her perch, pacing slowly across the dressing room to the young girl, snarling, "We just want to make sure you look your best before you go out tonight. We wouldn't want Owo Uwu to see how trashy you are now, would we?," lifting her dress to unveil her stiff erection as Enya reaches down to slap Cassieopeia's face hard, opening her mouth to groan, and holding it open as she digs her fingers and thumb into her cheeks between her jaws, whilst Gladys wraps Cassieopeia's hair around her hand, yanking hard.
Cassieopeia can only watch as Doris wipes her erection on her face, feeling her make-up smear as she does so, hearing her taunt, "Oh, look at this mess. I can't believe you thought that going out like this in this type of establishment was going to fly, but it just won't do. How gracious of me to come and give you a hand making you look presentable. Can I get a thank you?"
Doris steps back, craning down to look directly into Cassieopeia's eyes as the young girl remains silent. Taking this as defiance, Doris seethes, "How rude? I need to teach you manners," slapping her hand across the temples.
Cassieopeia finds it hard to enunciate with her mouth being forced open, but she calls out anyway, humming her throat in the cadence of gratitude. Doris hears this, and smiles as she says, "Better," rubbing around Cassieopeia's lips with her erection, taunting, "Here's your lipstick, babes."
Doris steps back, politely asking, "Stick out your tongue," watching as the young girl pushes her tongue out of her held-open mouth, hanging it over her bottom lip. Doris then slaps the head of her erection against the tongue, collecting saliva on it before sliding in and out of her mouth.
Cassieopeia takes the cock into her mouth, nice enough, salivating more and more at the flavour of the flesh. It's not entirely unpleasant, and the rushes of hormones come as comfort, easing the bondage of her. Thick spurts of spunk soon follow, emptying into her mouth, and Enya let's go of her jaw as Doris pulls out.
Gladys releases the young girl's hair with a shove, and as Cassieopeia sits back up, Gladys whips out her stubby semi from beneath her skirt, declaring, "I need some sweet relief too, girls," beginning to unleash a stream of urine over the young girl's head, streaming down all over her.
Enya steps around to the young girl's front, stoops down, and spits a thick glob of saliva on her face, followed by a few more sprays as she spits again and again, wishing to cover the visage completely.
Cassieopeia sits there, allowing all of this to happen, despite bubbling with hot resentment and rage inside, but keeping it far below the surface, feeling the warmth of Gladys' piss pouring all over her, drenching her dress, and making her hair hang heavily off her head; that, coupled with the sticky glazing of Enya's saliva on her face is supposed to make her lash out at them. The girls must be waiting for some sort of reaction, but she isn't going to give them the satisfaction.
It all stops, and Doris gloats, "Much better, Cas, babes. You'll make a right impression out there now," to cackling from the other girls. She tells Cassieopeia, "You're expected on stage in five minutes. Break a leg," joining her girls in their cackling as the young girl rushes to leave the dressing room.
Cassieopeia is soaked through, and smelling of hot piss, with not enough time to fix herself, but she rushes to the backstage bathroom, which has a shower in it, and she hurries to turn it on; cold, but she gets under the rushing water, washing away the urine to dampen the smell with the clean rain.
On stage, Owo Uwu stands at the microphone, announcing, "Welcome, everyone, to Cross Town; our LGBT retreat where we welcome everyone to our safe haven in the heart of town. I know many of you are thirsty, but who's thirsty for some live music?" The clubgoers erupt into cheers, and Owo Uwu continues, "Let's get this show started with our newest queen, Cassieopeia!"
Owo Uwu takes a seat at a grand piano on stage, waiting for the arrival of her first star, and the welcoming applause begins to die as the proprietor says into the piano's microphone, "Keep it going for her, louder," reigniting the crowd as she turns to peer into the dark of the wings, seeing a figure soon emerge.
Padding pools of water with every step of her walk, Cassieopeia, in her soaked stature, stands before the microphone, and the crowd's applause dies, as the club falls deathly quiet. The young girl looks to Owo Uwu at the piano, and the proprietor looks back with a poker-face, and the young girl nods to her, whipping her hands up and her head to the other side, splashing water from her across the stage, bringing her hands down to tease her hair, face, and down her body as the proprietor plays the piano.
