"Oh, no!" still-naked Camilla said to ogling Dr. Singh. "So for sure, those tiny black oval things are swimming around in my blood and pee? What am I gonna do?"
"Don't be alarmed," he said as they walked over to a table. "It may not be as bad as you think."
"Not as bad!" she said in increasing agitation. "Those black eggs are what killed Mr. Leroy, I just know it. I told you about him, remember?"
"We don't know if they killed him," he said when they sat down at a table near the stage, where Calina would soon do her first
Luvlee's
floorshow. "I researched his case: it was food poisoning that killed him, plain and simple; his penchant for coprophagia and urophagia, particularly consuming the piss and shit of many unhealthy people, like the prostitutes he apparently often visited, could very well have been what killed him. Leroy's food poisoning led to influenza, then pneumonia. Strangely, the complications developed unusually quickly. I suppose it's possible those microscopic ovoid things in his blood caused his death, but we don't know. In fact, we don't even know what those 'eggs' are, or if they're harmful, for that matter. They could, quite possibly, be beneficial."
"How?" she asked with her jaw dropped all the way down.
"
I
have them in
my
blood," he began to explain. "I, a doctor who specializes in STDs, should be the last person to have sex without a condom, as I did with you a few weeks ago. Since our encounter, I--worried about contracting something myself--examined my own blood, urine, and faeces, and found the 'eggs' in it. Also, a strange thing happened to me after our night together: on three occasions, I accidentally cut myself in the hand--two of them deep cuts--and look at my hand now; I healed with miraculous speed within a day or so each time."
"Really?" She saw not the slightest mark on his hand.
"Really, and I'm a slow healer normally. All my life I've been slow to heal: not anymore. As a test, I deliberately cut myself deeply in the arm two days ago, and now look at my arm." He showed it to her, and there was no wound at all.
"That's incredible," she said.
"What caused this phenomenon? Was it the black oval things? I don't know; I can't think of any other possible cause. In any case, those black things can only be described as
alien
: I've never seen anything like them, under a microscope, in my life. Nor has anyone else. They could be from outer space, for all we know."
"Wow," she said. "Speaking of no blood, I should've had my period last week, and I didn't. I'm not complaining, of course, but it's so weird. Thank you, little black eggs, if it's you cancelling my menstruation."
"Well, good or bad, more research is needed," Singh said. "I know of scientists who are starting to look at Leroy's blood samples for answers right now. They want to know what those black things are as much as we do."
Candice, in her underwear, walked over and sat with them. "Look," she said. "Calina's doing her floorshow now, her first ever." They all watched the Russian-Canadian brunette roam the stage in a red dress and high heels. Her first song was 'Firestarter', by the Prodigy. Camilla and Candice cheered especially loudly to encourage her. Calina moved effortlessly to the rhythm, swaying her hips and shaking her tits. By the end of the song, she unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. Her second song was the Prodigy's 'Smack My Bitch Up': she went over to the pole and held on to it with both hands as she moved her ass to the music. The men in the audience cheered as she unhooked her bra and started to take it off, but she was a tease and pulled her hands apart with the bra and back together, not yet letting her nipples be seen. Making sure she had all the men's undivided attention, she finally pulled off her bra, shaking her exposed large breasts with
joie de vivre
.
"Look at those beauties!" a man shouted.
"Yeah!" screamed another. Many other cheers like those exploded from around the room.
As the song was coming to an end, she turned her back to the audience and pulled off her panties: again there were cheers for her pretty round behind, but she needed a moment to gather her courage to show everyone her hairy pussy; she knew it wouldn't be to everyone's taste. Finally, she turned around and let everyone see: there was a lot more enthusiasm for the sight than disapproval, if there was even any of that.
"Alright!" shouted a man.
"I wanna suck you off, girl!" yelled another. She looked at him and giggled. With the end of her second song, she took off her high heels: now she was completely naked.
Her third song was 'Rock On', by David Essex. She crawled around on the stage, smiling and proudly displaying her hairy vulva and anus for all the eager viewers to see. Her ass was pointed straight at Camilla and Candice, and she looked back at them with an inviting smile.
"That's our cue," Camilla said to Candice. "C'mon, let's join her." Always-naked Camilla went up first and, getting on all fours behind Calina, buried her face in the sexy Slav's vulva. The men watching went wild.
Candice quickly took off her bra, panties, and high heels, and joined them, lying on her back in front of Calina, with her legs spread out so her ginger pussy could receive Calina's tongue. Singh just sat back and enjoyed the show. Everyone else just screamed louder.
"
Two
dykes!" a man shouted. "Do I hear
three
dykes? Do I hear
four
?"
A black man, licking his lips at Calina, took out his cell-phone and called his friend, the plainclothes cop who had just left
Luvlee's
with the mayor and chief of police. "Camilla's back," the black man said. "She's on the stage, having lesbian sex with two other girls." He hung up.
Soon, Candice got up and crawled around on all fours like the other two, and the three girls formed a triangle of cunnilingus and anilingus: each girl had another girl's ass in her face for licking. Because each girl was tonguing another from a side angle, the cheering audience could see each girl's cunt and asshole clearly, and also see precisely where each tongue was licking. As the girls licked each other, they slowly crawled in a rotating circle, so everyone watching could see every hole.
"A carousel of cunt-lapping!" a man shouted. "A merry-go-round of muff-diving!"
The girls were getting turned on not only by each other's licking, but by the lecherous response they were getting, and their moans and screams were getting more and more audible over the music, to the delight of those watching at the tip rail. By the end of the song, Calina splashed her come in Camilla's mouth: she caught most of it, though some dribbled down her chin. Camilla in turn came in Candice's wide open mouth, which received every drop. Candice faced the audience and let them see the come in her mouth: when she swallowed it, the men applauded with enthusiasm. Calina stuck her tongue out so the drops of Candice's come could be clearly seen. The girls got up and took a bow as everyone in the bar gave them a standing ovation.
