Page 102 of Playful Kris

“Alright, boys. It’s show time.” He smiles, but then it falls. “Please don’t make a Beetlejuice joke.”

“It was on the tip of my tongue,” I tell him, because it was.

The beat of the bass vibrates the floor, and I almost cringe at how loud it must be outside.

We have matching red velvet robes on with white fur, making us look very similar to Santa himself.

I drew the line at wearing a mask, but I caved when Kameron held the Santa hat out to me. The smile that lit up her face was worth it.

We form our line in formation and when the beat hits we walk through the curtain, one by one and take our spot on the stage as practiced. The crowd erupts, and I try to scan the dark crowd for my girl, but I can’t make her out.

I feel her eyes on me though.

And when the beat hits again, and we rip our large black belts off that are holding the robes closed over our bare chests, my eyes land on hers in the back corner.

That fucking lip is between her teeth again, and I have to focus on the routine before I fuck it up and get a boner in the process.

The five of us move in sync, following the routine that Jerome has created for us.

By the time our sequence finishes, the lights cut off blanketing the room in complete darkness again as we run off stage and the crowd screams their praise for us.

Normally, this is the point where our MC would work the crowd, but since we don’t have one, the crowd is silent until Jerome moves out for his solo performance.

Each of us will pick someone from the crowd, perform another routine, and hopefully rake in the dollar bills from the performance.

I know exactly who I’m for though.

Sorry to the ladies on the front row.

Jerome runs off the stage, exchanging places with each of us until it’s my turn.

I stand behind the curtain, my robe hanging open in front of me and my hat on. The beat ofDifferencesby Genuine blares through the speakers, and the crowd erupts as the curtain pulls open. I move my body to the beat of the song, throwing in twists and spins before I jump off the stage.

I’m sure Kameron is feeling panicked at the moment, knowing exactly who I’m coming for right now.

I stop at a few chairs in the front row, showing them some attention, but my eyes never leave my girl, letting her know this is all a show and I don’t let the women touch me.

Only her.

I sing along to the song, and thank God no one can actually hear me over the music but my words are for her.

When I reach Kameron, Cora is practically pushing her toward me, and my girl is beet red as I take her hand in mine. She shakes her head, begging me not to force her to do it, but there’s no one else I’m willing to do this routine with.

With one final push from Cora, and a tug from me, she gives in and follows me toward the stage where Jerome has set up a chair.

When we reach the stage, I make a show of showing off my girl and the crowd cheers loudly, many shouting her name. I press my lips to her cheek, and the blush that coats her makes my dick hard instantly as I pull her against me and begin dancing on her.

I grab her hands, moving them over my body and her eyes stay connected to mine. The words to the song fall from my lips so easily as I sing them to her, and I know she’s feeling them as much as I am right now.

Money is thrown onto the stage as I keep moving around the stage, coming back for a few more touches. There’s so much I want to do to her, but we’re in a public place and I can’t always refrain when it comes to her. So distant touches, for short times is all I’m capable of.

I move her to the chair sitting in the center of the stage and help her sit before I start moving around her again. Her hands cover her mouth as she looks out at the crowd when I rip my hat from my head and place it on hers. The robe comes off next, showing off my chest and abs, and her hungry gaze slides over me.

Coming up close to her, I press my lips to her lightly as I tilt her chair back to the floor in one quick motion. The squeal that leaves her lips makes me smile as I maneuver myself around her body, and kick the chair free so that she’s laying on the ground with her legs bent.

Her hands cover her face completely when I begin thrusting on her. The song continues to blare through the speakers, and the sound of the crowd is nearly deafening. I release her, grabbing a handful of the cash and running it over her body.

The song moves to a close, and I pull her from the floor, lifting her in my arms. The kiss I give her is a show for the crowd, but it’s much more for us personally.

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