I sat dumbly under the harsh halogen light of the changing room. Celia was dancing with her front to me, running her arms along her perfect curves. XXX She bent down to take her first stocking off. I was surprised, as I’d become used to planning and giving my own performances. This was not what she was supposed to be doing. Ignoring my protests, she prised my legs apart with the force that surprised me. She would then throw them into the audience, and we would probably find them between the chairs the next morning, a cum-stained mess. She was looking up at me all the time. She looked up, gazing into my eyes steadily from under her heavy fake lashes.
