Scene One
“I am a mistress. I embody sex, intimacy and all that comes with it. I train men how to truly honor femininity and women how to own their strength. I break egos and crush pride. I am the primal goddess some women dream of becoming and most men fantasize about being with. I embrace who and what I am. I love it!”
This is my nightly mantra I say just before I am to perform. On stage it’s just me and the music. In the zone, I do whatever feels right. My routine is a little different. It’s what I call a coming into her own piece. Other dancers have their costumes and routines to re-create their performances, it’s a show for sure! I have my song that I lip sync to under a single spotlight. With the exception of the ending, I never repeat the same exact dance. I’m 5’4 with a fat ass and hips, milk chocolate complexion, intense brown eyes, black hair and full lips. I walk across and around, pretending to be shy and conservative. I seemingly go through a mental battle between my innocence and my dark desires.
Its a self-discovery piece that gets a standing ovation every single time. It has been dubbed the Raven effect. My attire is an oversized, black hoodie drape with rhinestones that come to a point like a beak. At the top it sparkles in the light. I remove my hood when the music begins, and mouth the words while looking at the men in the crowd. My black dresses are pulled back in a simple, soft ponytail. As if I were a burlesque dancer on Broadway, I act out the lyrics to make movements under my drape. My royal blue heels, peekaboo as I walk down the main aisle. I move one side off my shoulder to expose it; soft smooth melanated flesh. I caress it in tune with the music.
As I move around the stage, the spotlight follows, so my movements can be seen clearly. Mr drape has two simple closures, so the rest of my reveal remains hidden until the right time. A chair is brought on stage during my set because the climax is soon to come. My movements are becoming more seductive and intentional. Bills of all denominations began falling like snowflakes on the stage…here comes the build. I put back on my hood and open my drape that now becomes a hooded cape, exposing my barely existing ensemble. A royal blue loincloth thong with matching rhinestone pasties. I am caressing myself as I would love a man to touch me. My size F breast bounce and shake as I do my provocative dance.
I tease taking off a pastie, but slide my loincloth down to the widest part of my hips instead. The top rest right above my labia opening. It’s removable. I dance and grind on the chair. It’s sturdy clear acrylic, so no one misses an inch of me. I see one of my regulars so I seductively crawl to him. I allow him to place a $20 bill in my mouth. I snatch and spit it out. I remove the clip holding my ponytail and shake my hair to frame my face. While licking my lips, I turn my back to him and remove the cape to expose my ass currently swallowing the thong. He proceeds to put a few more bills on the side strap as I twerk in front of him. I hear the cheers and whistles from the crowd. I crawl back to the chair to finish my set.
I snatched off the piece of cloth to reveal my crotch less thong. I started to please myself with two finger fingers…then three….then four. Gliding in and out of me. I mouth the words of the song looking like I’m about to climax. I grabbed my throat and grinding my fingers simultaneously. The song ends on a high note and I throw my head back looking like I’m screaming, shaking my legs, mimicking and intense orgasm! As the song ends, my body goes limp and the stage light cut out moments after. The crowd roars with applause and encores.The ladies gather up the bills in the clear collection bag and hand it to me as I walk off the stage. I walked through the valley of accolades to my dressing area.
I placed my bag on the illuminated vanity. I put my hair back up into a messy ponytail and take a deep breath to exhale. “You’ve got one more year of this shit! Then you do better.” I’ll look at my reflection, staring back at me. I know I’m in there somewhere, it’s time to remove this make up. Finally, I make it home. It’s 4 AM. It’s time to shower eat breakfast and sleep. I’m not really hungry today so I put my bag keys and hoodie on the bench in the front hall and rest my food on the island in the kitchen. I head upstairs to my bedroom. As I get closer to my room, I’m practically naked. I’m already peeling everything off my body eager to wash the night off me. In the bathroom that’s adjacent to my bedroom.
I turn on the shower to the hottest setting. I like to build up steam. It feels like my own private sauna. Closing the door, I catch my reflection in the full length mirror on the back. I just stare at myself taking in all of my features. Then I momentarily gaze and admire my bathroom. I remove the elastic holding my hair. My tresses fall at my back. I rub my skin taking in every sensation I feel. It’s a grounding technique I learned. My shoulders, arms, and chest get first touch. Next, my hips ass and stomach. I’m not bad looking somebody might even say sexy. Hell I get paid to be naked every night. While moving my hands between my breasts, my forearm accidentally brushes against my nipple, causing it to stiffen.
It caused a ripple effect in my body resulting in goosebumps and my hair on end. “Shit! I need to get some. This is just sad!” This is going to be another lonely night with only my hands, a rose and rosé. I noticed my bathroom’s black walls starting to sweat. It’s shower time! I turned the temperature down a bit grab my black bath sponge after opening the door back-and-forth to get it. I like classic black. It’s so elegant and sexy. Anything and anyone looks good in it! It’s my safe space. On the walls of my indoor outhouse is black tile with splashes of gold throughout and a herringbone pattern. My floor, simple black to reflect the walls. My sink is solid black with golden brass fixtures that match the shower heads.
On the floor around my toilet, around my sink and at the opening of the shower are all black rugs with specs of gold. My shower….I love my shower. I had it made custom; a removable head right above the temperature knob. A large square head in the ceiling so it looks like it’s raining. I have the option to switch between the two or have them both run. Don’t do that too much because that water bill is high enough. Plus there’s no one to enjoy it with. Along the wall in the corner of the shower is a place to sit to the right a built-in soap dish. It’s long enough to support four full bottles or quite a few bars. The door is all glass. Just think of headlights on a car when it’s been oxidized. Etched is what I think it’s called.
It has a magnetic seal to keep the water in and off my floor, and about a 10 inch space between the top and the ceiling to allow steam to escape. Affixed golden brass accents, including the handles. I put a fancy light in that can change colors with the music or manually. Call me crazy, but I like to enjoy my showers. I switched to the one overhead. The water feels so good. I can feel work running off my skin and down the drain; from my scalp to my shoulders, down my back, ass, and legs. After a few moments, I reached for my shampoo. I give my scalp a good scrub, wash and rinse with a generous amount squeezed in my hand. Next my body wash. Lavender, vanilla and sandalwood scents fill the shower.
The deep inhale feels cleansing. I squeeze some on my bath sponge and rest the bottle on the ledge. I start to rub the soapy sponge on my flesh starting with my arms. I give them both a decent scrub next to my belly, then moving to my sides and lower back. I’m not sure why I always do this, but I don’t feel totally clean if I don’t. Now to my ass, I’m moving a bit more slowly and intentionally. I’m focusing on the sensation of each stroke of the mesh. It’s quite soothing. I do the left cheek, then switch hands to do the right. I work my way around to the front and begin washing my vagina. It’s a little more sensitive to the touch today. With the same intensity and intention.
I rubbed the front of my labia, squeezing the sponge to create more suds. I make sure to address the creases where my thick lady box and inner thigh meet. This is oddly relaxing, and I start to get into a groove. One of the times switching back-and-forth, a finger brushes against the outer lip of my lady box and slides between them, grazing my clit. Mmm. Damn. That alerted again every nerve in my body. A delicious surge that makes me instinctively rub up my chest to eventually find my nipple. I begin to massage it between my middle and thumb fingers in small circles. I feel my thickness and my fingers down there are a bit more slippery. My sponge has fallen into the bottom of the shower.
Multiple stimulation causes my eyes to roll back, and I raised my chin as if looking upward. I breathe deeply as my lips part slightly. This feeling of my self pussy/nipple massage feels so yummy. I’m imagining strong hands playing in my essence; begging for me to be his good girl, while he pinches my tits and grinds his big cock in my ass cheeks. Him breathing heavily in sync with me. Fingers moving a bit faster; back and forth, around the clit. It’s getting stiff. Fuck this feels good! I lean against the shower wall so I can find the seat in the corner. I successfully reach and lower myself. I don’t want to lose this, I’m getting so close. I prop a leg up on the soap dish exposing my entire pussy in all her glory.
Two fingers plunged inside pumping in and out like an oil well. Oh shit! My body was craving this. There goes that chill all over…. “Ahhh! Ahhh! Fuck! I’m about to cum! I’m about tooooooooo…..!” My body stiffens except my fingers rapidly rubbing my clit. My moans are a beautifully desperate cry of pleasure! My head pressed in the 90 degree corner wall to brace for this earth shattering orgasm. An abrupt shaking of my left leg like when you get that good stretch in; helped satiate this yummy climax. My muscles release and I slump in the seat. “Fuck me!” I say breathily.The shower pressure remained consistent but seemingly, the temperature dropped a bit. I gingerly move back to the center of the shower to clean myself thoroughly.
In my bedroom, I’m dried and dressed in my royal blue nighty, and a glass of water on my night stand. I tell Alexa to play list number four. It a compilation of smooth jazz as white noise so I can sleep. The lights dim and I snuggle in for the morning.
