Nancy wheeled on one foot and turned to face the chanting crowd. She took a deep breath, strode out to the front of the stage, and gave a broad, beaming smile. The audience went wild, cheering and applauding. She performed a series of surprisingly graceful moves, belying her 25 pounds of extra padding. A kick, a pirouette, a few punches. Her cape flapped around her pale bare skin as she did so, heavy breasts pendulating.
She completed the maneuvers, gloved hands stretched to the ceiling, dark hair where her thighs met and under her arms. The crowd's approbation was intoxicating. Nancy felt as if her heart was about to burst, and the excitement she'd felt backstage was a throbbing desire centered in her loins and in the tips of her breasts.
"Do you want a grand finale?" Nancy shrilled, eyes glowing.
The audience roared with one mouth, "Yes!"
The cowled girl smiled mischievously and began to caress herself with leather-gloved fingers. One hand tugged and twisted at her nipples, turning broad areolae into tightened nubs. The other slid between her thighs where it was so, so moist now. There were gasps from the audience, and then their cheering died down. They became quiet, in rapt attention as Nancy played with herself. She moaned, and the silence became total as they strained their ears to hear her utterances of pleasure. Nancy spread her legs apart and nearly bent double as her fingers slid in and out of her pink slit. The pace of her pleasuring fingers quickened. Her pale sweat-beaded skin glistened in the bright stage lights. She rubbed her furry clit with her other hand now, devoting both sets of fingers to the task. She gasped, and her face became increasingly flushed, her chest as well.
On a sudden, her head whipped back, and she cried out skyward. Nancy thrust two fingers deep inside and she started to come, her spotlit features contorted with ecstasy. Her broad hips began to buck against her hand; she squeezed her eyes tightly. Good God, it wouldn't stop. 10 seconds, 20 seconds; the orgasm seemed endless. Nancy bit her lip and then gave one final yell.
She withdrew her gloved fingers, now sopping wet. Breathing heavily, she opened her eyes. The cheering began anew, and the audience rose in a standing ovation. Nancy took a moment to recover, the tingling that had engulfed her body slowly receding. She wobbled slightly and then smiled, looking down at the crowd, whose nearest members were a scant few feet away.
A full minute of thunderous appreciation elapsed. The applause showed no sign of abating, and Nancy decided to give them one final gift: herself.
Taking three steps back, she then took a flying leap off the stage. For an endless moment, she seemed fixed in the air, cape streaming back, legs split wide like a ballerina's, her used, swollen labia glistening with moisture...
...and then she landed on a soft bed of outstretched palms. Buoyed by the audience, Nancy felt their caressing, groping hands on every inch of her as she was passed from the stage to the center. She felt her excitement peak again as questing fingers slid over and into her.
It would be quite a long time before the audience was ready for another act.
The End
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