Dancing Foil

 


Chickfighter giggles excitedly about being on the DDSTV hit show Dancing with the Celebs... having been asked to dance on the show in an effort to discourage those who have threatened to cause the show problems... numerous other celebrities appearing... a football player... a soap star... a singer... etc... and of course her partner...

Emilio Scorpione known as a Hollywood heart-throb... specializing in Zorro-style roles... and an accomplished dancer... you can't quite put your finger on where you might have seen him before... but he's the perfect person to teach you the various dance moves... and easy on the eye as well...

Chickfighter grins at the dark slender man... taking the offered rose in her teeth... demonstrating her flexibility as he leans her back... her blond bob brushing the floor... before she pops back up... emulating his footwork and managing not to trip over her four inch heels as they tango across the stage... while the pink dress slit the waist on one side swirls about...

The audience oohing and aahing at the beautiful pink dress... as you piroette around before being drawn back into Scorpione's strong arms... bodies rubbing together under the tango... although this is the infamous mixed styles round... and the dance could change any moment... the audience on tenderhooks as one couple will be eliminated on the strength of this...

Chickfighter throws out her arm... cheek to cheek as he leads her across the stage... then spins her again as the music shifts... she cha cha chas like Charro... the crowd gasping as Emilio rips away the bottom half of her dress from her shimmying booty... she feigns shock... making an o-shape with her lips... as her partner hoists her into the air...

The audience getting an astonishing view of your bottom for a second as your dress lifts... judges gasping... camera zooming in... as you're spun around and set down... the music pumping and pounding as it suddenly shifts to some grinding rock...

Chickfighter grins and grinds... spitting the rose from her lips into the roaring crowd... before throwing herself wildly into Emilio... who shakes a finger at her... grips her arm and twists it behind her... arching her back to accentuate her chest... her hips still grinding to the music as he gives her a smack on the ass... causing her to yelp and leap into a backflip...

The other couples vainly trying to keep up... none of them able to outdo you... the judges certainly taking notice... doubtless a walkover for your team... even as your eyes widen... spotting a pair of toughs with chains... tearing out of the wings... heading for the judges... injury on their minds...

Chickfighter gives Emilio a little nod and he flings her around... her legs scissoring as she flies through the air... landing atop the judges table... dancing atop it as if giving the judges a table dance... high kicking one way and then the other in rhythm... just as the thugs arrive...

The thugs cowed slightly by high kicking legs... stopping short... then lashing out with the chains... aiming to wrap them around your ankles and tug you off balance... their aim seemingly to disrupt the competition however they can...

Chickfighter scowls as the thugs pull up short of her kicks... her ankles ensnared by the lashing chains... taking her into the splits as each pulls in separate directions... the flexible heroine putting down her hands... inverted and spinning even as her legs split beyond 180 degrees... the shape of her inverted pout pushing out against pink panties...

The audience gasping as you very nearly reveal all on national TV... and your spinning motion whips the chains out of the thugs hands... turning them into spinning whips... that whoosh just over the heads of ducking judges... to smack their owners in the face...

Chickfighter swings the chains around until Emilio catches them in his hands... yanking her back on stage... grinnnig as he catches her in his arms... posing cheek to cheek for the roaring crowd... except for the two thugs out cold in the aisles... winking to Emilio... "Do I know you?"

Emilio smirking... "Perhaps... it's always a pleasure to remove some of your clothing... and we seem to have foiled these two idiots who thought they could disrupt the show..."

Chickfighter raises a brow... surely not... but it all fits... "You scoundrel... you're the Foil aren't you?" already squirming to escape the arms of her handsome partner... "Put me down, you fiend!"

Emilio laughing and giving you a smack on the behind... "You wound me with the unfounded accusations... and more importantly, you're wounding our chances of winning... that's a lot of money for charity at stake... so why not forget our other jobs... and enjoy the dance..." A steamy rumba starting up again... the judges frowning at your display...

Chickfighter furrows her brow and purses her lips... just in time to have them kissed as he sets her flailing legs down... chains rattling about there feet as they rumba roughly... the whole incident with the thugs and the chains seeming to have all been part of the show...

The tango returning... the villain wasting no time in pressing against you... knowing hands turning you this way and that... the dance becoming actively sexual now... as if the rogue is taking pleasure in you knowing who he really is... not that you could ever prove it... the fiend...

Chickfighter squealing... this newfound knowledge only adding more tension to the dance... the crowd oohing and ahhing... knowing just as well as the judges that this is the couple to beat... the slender blond swatting at familiar hands... trying to think of some way to prove who her partner is in the upcoming weeks...

The villain's lips crushing against yours in a steamy kiss as the song ends... the audience cheering wildly... the judges eliminating some other luckless couple... and awarding you the prized 'best dance' trophy of the week... doubling the amount to be given to charity at the end of the series... could that be the Foil's aim... or is he just having fun at your expense...

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Chickfighter rappels in from the roof of the theatre in her pink bodysuit... eye patch almost hidden by her mop of blond hair as she lands... brushing it back with a pink glove as she waves to those gathered... "Thanks for coming everyone... in my new flick I'm Chicky X... the super groovy cool ultra spy..."

The audience cheering... having come specially to see your latest TV series... likely to be a ratings smash... this special showing costing fans fifty dollars to see... but most seeing it as more than worth it for an audience with their heroine... the theatre packed solid... your agent already holding the takings in a briefcase...

Chickfighter mingles with her fans and shakes hands... staring down on young fan boy who tries to grab her ass... "I wouldn't if I valued my arm, buster..." winking to her agent... Alx Orange... the whole event seeming to be a complete success... as he introduces the screening... "Now what do you say... let's watch the one and only Queen of B kick some A!"

The house lights going down... and the feature starting... titles and credits interrupted by a slashing sound... as a foil cuts through the screen... the fans gasping... as the Black Foil bursts through... "I hate to interrupt the show, Chickfighter... but why should your fans settle for TV when they could enjoy some live action thrills..."

Chickfighter blinks and makes a face at Alx... mouthing... "Did you arrange this without telling me?" ... Agent Orange just shrugs with a grin... that sags to his chin... as the Black Foil holds him at swordpoint and spirits the briefcase away from him... while Chicky X rushes back to the stage...

The Foil smiling... briefcase in one hand... sword in the other... as the fans cheer your arrival... the Foil grinning... "I hope you don't mind me dropping in unannounced... but I didn't have your number to call ahead... I don't suppose I could get it..."

Chickfighter gives him the evil eye as she stalks forward... looking as confident as the character she portrays... scowling... as huge images of her flicker over both her and the foil... the projector still running... "If you wanted to dance all you had to do was ask...but you made a mistake coming here... I won't be foiled again... this is going to be your last waltz!"

The Foil grins... "Well, it takes two to tango... mind if I cut in?" The master swordsman darting forward... aiming the point of his razor-sharp blade at your bodysuit... attempting to score a neat circle around one nipple... and slice away the pink material of your bodysuit...

Chickfighter blinks... again having forgotten how quick this guy is... her pert little boob jutting as the pink piece of costume flutters away... her eyes looking down and back up... narrowing... "You scoundrel... you've ruined my costume!"

The Foil laughing... "I think I've improved it... but let's put it to the vote... who wants me to make it match on the other side?" The fans cheering their approval... turncoats... or perhaps they think that this is all a show put on for their benefit...

Chickfighter gapes at her fans... stomping a boot and frowning... "How could you..." giggling at the looks on their faces... "I guess this does look a little odd... maybe it should be the same for b..." jumping back as the foil strikes again... a pair of boobies now jiggling as they jut...

The Foil bowing to the cheering audience... "You know, if you stand still, I could cut that down to a garter and stockings... it'd be a good look for you..." winking as he lunges... aiming to slice away the latex over your perfect pout...

Chickfighter isn't about to stand still for any more of this shenanigans... a pink leg snapping up... kicking up under the sword arm... aiming to disarm the swordsman before he can effect any more costume damage... "Don't be so lewd... the costume is cuter when it actually covers my bits..."

The kick hitting the swordsman under the wrist... most of the fans cheering... a couple disagreeing... as the Foil passes the briefcase from hand to hand... to catch the sword with his other hand... "Time I took my leave, then... perhaps I'll see you another time... for dinner... or dancing..." Winking as he makes to leave the way he came...

Chickfighter shakes her head... her boobs following suit... "Oh no you don't... not this time..." drawing her guns... pointing and pulling the triggers... jaw dropping as little bang flags pop out of the barrels... "Damn silly props..." flipping the guns around to hold them by the barrels... and throwing them like shuriken at the escaping thief...

The Foil taking one in the back of the head... the other hitting his wrist... dropping his sword and sprawling... as you close in... to the cheers of the crowd... only one way out... the Foil springing the catch of the briefcase... and hurling a blizzard of ten and twenty dollar bills into your face... a green snowstorm of money... blocking your vision for a vital second or two...

Chickfighter stumbles about if the green fog bank of money... as though a very expensive ticker tape parade has been thrown for her... flailing her arms to fight through the smoke screen of bills... putting hands on hips as it clears... the Foil seemingly having slipped away in the confusion... leaving Chicky X posed as images from her show play across her shiny pink costume and glistening boobies...

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Chickfighter comes out with her handsome partner... her long pink dress cinched tight about her waist by a black corset... worn on the outside... matching the black ruffles at wrists and neck... as well around the hobble style tight fitting thighs and knees... a final flare of dress hiding her footware completely... as the music begins slowly...

Your dance partner smiling... or is it a smirk... the handsome Hollywood star leading you into the tango... against the final two couples... this dance to decide everything... and perhaps with a cool million for underprivileged orphans in the city... or to be stolen by the Black Foil... the very man who's got you pressed against him now...

Chickfighter whispers as they glide across the floor cheek to cheek... "If you try anything I'll get you this time, Emilio... but if you help me double the money going to the orphans that might have to wait..." the foils legs weaving steps... kicking up little flares of the bottom ruffle of her dress... revealing glimpses of her own footwork... and teasing that more will be revealed as they progress...

Emilio's dancing perfectly in time with yours... and the other couples... spinning you out... returning you... and then dipping you down... "Well, of course we'll win the contest... but why does there have to be a contest between us... you might enjoy seeing things my way..." One hand moving down your thigh... the audience oohing at the intimate contact...

Chickfighter scrunches shoulders up to a visibly pouting face just as the music transitions... her hand smacking his as it cups the shape of her bottom... he jerks his hand back... the dress coming with it... the crowd oohing louder... unsure if this costume malfunction is part of the act or not... until seeing Chicky in a black outfit not unlike a cheerleader... with a short ruffled skirt...

The other couples unable to duplicate that action... Emilio moving behind... gripping your hips as you go into a steamy routine... pointing you at the audience as he kisses your throat... whispering into your ear... "This is the best part of this little job... but counting out that million will be even better... such a shame you insist on being difficult..." Punctuating the comment with a firm smack on your bottom... right on the beat... then spinning you around...

Chickfighter twirls so fast the short skirt flies out horizontally from her hips... revealing a lot of cheeky skin and a tiny pink bikini bottom... her high-heeled black ankle boots never miss a step... accentuating every fist-like flex of her calves... as they drive her about the floor... until she is spun into the Foil's arms... back arched... "Why must you torment me so?"

One couple's eyes drawn to your performance... missing their own steps... eliminated instantly... just you and your main rivals left now... the crowd watching your every move as the Foil runs his hand over a naked thigh... pulling you close... lips barely an inch from yours... hips grinding... "I enjoy the tension... the anticipation... knowing that very soon, we will be locked together... in a heated... sweating... duel..." He grins... biting your earlobe... "The only question is, when we clash... who will end up on top..."

Chickfighter grins as she grinds back... "I’ve already warned you'll I'll come out on top if you try anything funny with that money... isn't it about time for my next costume malfunction?" whipped around and spun to arms length... being unwrapped as she goes... until wearing only a pink bikini as tiny as any Girl from Ipanema... doing an expression of surprise for the audience...

The Foil smirking... as the rival couple barely manages to keep dancing... all eyes on you as your partner spins you into his arms...lifting you up with a strong grip on your waist... over his head... and spinning you around... then setting you down... and dipping you to the ground... as the song ends... lifting you back up to rapturous applause... forcing your lips against his... a passionate, almost brutal kiss... that only makes the crowd applaud harder...

Chickfighter is indeed swept off her feet... literally... kissing as if trying to hold on by the grip of her lips... the chemistry between her and Emilio Scorpione plain to see... threatening to set the floor on fire in a flash of lightning as the applause thunders... her blue eyes blinking as they stare into his...

The judging panel summing up... "Well, Brad and Angelina danced well... but we really didn't get as much chemistry... we just didn't believe it... so the winners of the contest... and one million dollars for their favorite charity... are Emilio and Molly... come back after the break for a last dance from the winners..." The applause deafening... the dressing rooms beckoning for a last costume change...

Chickfighter winks to Emilio as she disappears into the dressing room... deciding to surprise him by coming out dressed in the full-length pink bodysuit of Chicky X... wondering what he will wear... for their encore... before the prize money is presented to the Empire Orphanage...

No sign of Emilio as you come out... and make your way onto the stage... the stage manager running around... "We're live in five... someone find Emilio..." The audience gasping as a Zorro-clad figure swings down from the ceiling... the Black Foil... "Emilio won't be joining us... I have him... and if you want to see him alive again, I suggest you don't try to stop me..." Snatching up the briefcase of charity money...

Chickfighter eyes the figure in black as he swings down... catching hold of the briefcase at almost the same instant he does... "Oh no you don't you fiend! This money goes to the kids! You don't need it anyway..." holding on tight as he swings away... legs dancing on air as they come up off the dance floor...

The Foil laughs... "Maybe not... but I want it..." Swinging you around into his arms as you swing over the stage... attempting to jerk the briefcase out of your grip as your bodies press together once again... "Besides, you know I enjoy the thrill of the dance..."

Chickfighter squirms... unable a knee up between his legs as their loins rub together... while at the same time still trying to wrench the case of money away from him... "You're not getting the best of me again you scoundrel..." her eyes widening... "Is that your sword... or are you just enjoying the dance?"

The two of you swinging up onto a lighting gantry... the cameras doing their best to follow the action... "Both..." Letting go of the briefcase... and reaching for his blade... brandishing it... "But if it puts you at your ease, I'll bring my sword into plain view..." Lunging... to slice at your costume...

Chickfighter concentrates on protecting the briefcase of money from the slicing sword... twisting... turning... contorting... as her costume is diced into pink confetti... gasping as she realizes she's naked... her face reddening... holding the case over her naughty bits... a wan smile on her face...

The point of the Foil's foil swishing up... to your throat... blue eyes locking with yours... "Hand over that case... or I might have to start getting rough with you... and it would be a terrible shame to mar such perfect beauty..."

Chickfighter blinks... eyes furtive as gripping knuckles whiten... gulping... biting a quivering lip as it rolls out into a pout... "Can't we negotiate..." sighing and beginning to hand over the case... unsure what else to do... then deciding to toss it to the audience instead... leaving herself exposed... to keen eye and edge alike...

The audience gasping... leaping up and grabbing hold of the bills as they flutter into the crowd... the whole audience going crazy... as you and the Foil look on... until someone shouts out indignantly... "Hey... this is fake!" The Stage Manager turning white... and making a run for the exit...

Chickfighter gapes at the Foil... "Well are we going to let that guy get away with stealing our money?" grinning... "I didn't think so!" the Foil slicing down a piece of stage curtain... Chicky wrapping it about herself like a sarong as the partners give chase to the Stage Manager... their competitive dance for the case likely to continue all night... a veritable pair of dancing foils...

(Oct-Nov 2009)