Old theater dressing room. Dim lights flicker. Mirror glows like a stage spotlight. I’m Suzy, 22, fiery red short hair exploding wild. 1.65m, 52kg, perky 85C pears, round ass, floral tattoo blooming between my tits. Day job? Rock chick masking a beast. Phone buzzes. Max’s voicemail: concert for biz school brats. Scooter roars through city veins. Adrenaline pumps. Furax but cash talks: 1500 euros.
Vibrators assembled. Max, skinny punk guitarist. Théo, shaved-head tattooed bassist, laughing maniac. Filo, blond ponytail philosophy prof drummer. My boys, 22-26, rock evangelists. Theater screams Fellini: baroque columns, heavy drapes. Biz students in fake rock gear. Enter Violaine de R., BDE prez. 1.50m sex bomb. Curly golden bob, piercing blue eyes, milky skin. Fishnet top hints black lace bra cupping bigger tits than mine. Leather microskirt flashes dimpled thighs.
The Mutation
“Blondie,” I tease. She pouts, cute. Soundcheck. Her eyes lock on me. Smiles exchanged. One dressing room? No way with my horny boys. She blushes, finds me a star suite: lit mirror, shower, couch. I stroke her cheek. “See, Blondie, when you want…” Vodka swig. She chokes it down. Then coke lines. Colombian snow. “Be rock’n’roll inside too.” She snorts. Eyes ignite. Little girl gone rogue.
“Help pick stage outfit.” I strip. Shower steam rises. Hands roam: pinch nipples hard, slide over smooth mound, tease plump lips. Door crack: catch her sniffing my black satin thong. Cheeks flaming. Towel knots tits. Tattoo gleams. Nipples peek, red and erect. She trembles, reaches. I dodge. Latex top, no bra. Talc slick. Leather jeans, side laces exposing skin slits. No panties.
“Your turn, Blondie. Equal: no undies.” She unhooks bra through sleeve. Tits strain fishnet. Drops towel low, bares mine. She peels thong from skirt. Warm, soaked. I sniff, lick her nectar. Towel falls. Naked. Her eyes devour my bald pink peach. She strips skirt. Blonde landing strip frames fuchsia lips, glistening.
Sits on vanity. Legs part. Fingers trace slit, taste herself. I knead tits. Approach. Suck her honeyed digit. Bodies grind. Tongues clash, savage. Rip fishnet. Suck nipples ballooning huge. Bite, nurse. She gasps, swells.
The Exploit
Tongue trails: cleavage, navel, blond bush. Spread her. Lap salty shell. Clit swells erect. Fountain gushes. Feed her own cum in kiss. Fingers plunge. She moans.
Flips me on couch. Legs splay. “Prettiest pussy ever. Crave shaved.” Tongue invades. Lips sucked, nibbled. Clit throbs. Three fingers ram. Thumb circles button. Little finger probes ass. I scream ecstasy. Waves crash.
Pulls out. Fingers to my mouth, hers. Fist forms. “Open, slut.” I nod no, thighs yes. Pushes. Stretches insane. Wrist sinks. Fist blooms inside. Pounds. I wail, possessed. “More!” Hips buck. Squirt floods her face.
Collapse. Kiss frenzy. Lick tears, her soaked cheeks. “Never fisted before,” she whispers. “Me neither fantasy.” “More?” “Night’s young.”
Pound on door. “Suzy, 10 minutes!” Théo. Laughter erupts. No shower. Keep bitch heat scent. Dress fast. Hand under skirt: dripping bare. Gig awaits. Biz bitches beware. Secret powers me. Stronger. Unbreakable.