Total pages in book: 11
Estimated words: 9843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 49(@200wpm)___ 39(@250wpm)___ 33(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 9843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 49(@200wpm)___ 39(@250wpm)___ 33(@300wpm)
The crowd erupts once more, and I feel a wave of pride and accomplishment wash over me. Backstage, the performers gather around us, their faces alight with joy and relief. Dante congratulates us, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "You did it, baby.”
Evelyn turns to me, her eyes shining with emotion. "Thank you, Leo," she whispers, her voice filled with gratitude. "I couldn’t have done it without you."
I smile, feeling a deep connection to her that goes beyond words. "This is just the beginning," I reply, my voice low and filled with promise. "Together, we'll create something even more extraordinary."
Chapter Seven
Evelyn
The main tent buzzes with excitement, filled to capacity. The audience is a sea of eager faces, eyes wide with anticipation. The lights dim, a hush falls over the crowd, and the air thickens with expectancy. Elaborate props decorate the stage, and the silks hang from above, ready for their dancers. This performance is unlike any the audience has seen before, a seamless blend of eroticism and aerial acrobatics. The pressure on me is immense, but so is my resolve to succeed.
Leo and I step into the light. Our movements are synchronized, fluid, the culmination of countless hours of practice and that unspoken connection that binds us.
I ascend the silks with grace and power, my body moving in perfect harmony with the fabric. Each maneuver is intricate, more daring than the last. I feel the eyes of the audience on me, their breath held in rapt silence. The silks wrap around me like a lover’s embrace, and I lose myself in the dance, in the sheer physicality of it.
Leo moves below, his illusions complementing my performance, enhancing the spectacle. At one point, he makes me appear to vanish and reappear mid-air, eliciting gasps from the audience. His presence is a constant, grounding force, his magic weaving seamlessly with my movements.
The performance builds to a breathtaking climax. I execute a final, impossibly complex aerial maneuver, spinning and twirling high above the stage. My body becomes a blur of grace and power, a living embodiment of the beauty and danger of our art.
I land gracefully, my chest heaving with exertion and relief. I look to Leo, who beams with pride, his eyes reflecting the same triumph I feel. The crowd’s reaction is overwhelming, their applause a testament to the success of our performance. Backstage, the performers gather around Leo and me, their faces alight with joy and relief. Dante congratulates us, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "You’ve done it. You’ve truly elevated our art to new heights."
Leo's hand finds mine, squeezing gently. "You were incredible," he murmurs, his voice filled with warmth and pride. "I always knew you could do it."
I smile at him, my heart full. "I couldn't have done it without you."
As the celebration continues, I take a moment to reflect. This night marks the culmination of my journey from a woman running from her past to one who embraces her talents and potential. Leo's belief in me, Dante's vision, and the support of the entire circus have brought me to this point. I no longer feel like the girl I was when I arrived at the Misfit Cabaret. I feel like a woman.
With Leo by my side, I feel invincible. Together, we have created something extraordinary, something that transcends art and touches the very essence of desire and emotion. This is just the beginning, and I am ready to embrace whatever comes next, confident that our journey has only just begun.
Leo and I walk hand in hand back to my caravan. When we reach the door, he presses me into it and I can feel the hard bite of his thick cock against my body. My breath stalls as he moves his hand to my core, pressing his fingertips into the valley of my pussy. I whimper as I feel him invade every aching part of me. “My pussy is yours,” I whisper, and feel him stop.
He leans in close, his hand delicately brushing the hair from my face. “What was that, baby?”
“I said my pussy is yours. You can do what you like with it.”
“There, that wasn’t so hard, was it? Good girl.” I let my thighs relax, and he withdraws his fingers. “Now, let’s see my soaked little prize, shall we?”
Leo doesn’t wait for my answer. He pulls at the hem of my dress, and then I hear it tear. I feel cool air on my ass, then my back as he tears through the only item of clothing I have with me. But I don’t care. I feel liberated, sexy, worshiped. I know I shouldn’t. The things he’s saying and doing to me should make me feel dirty and empowered at the same time. I feel safe with him.
When the dress is torn away, he peels it gently to either side, and I feel him grip one of my buttocks. “Such pretty little panties. Did you wear these for me?”