Masquerades

 


Domino Doll hears the word on the street is that Max Scarelli is about to make a huge illegal drugs deal... and the transaction will be at the snazziest burlesque club in the city... Masquerades... where all the dancers wear masks... the perfect cover if she wants to get close enough to ruin his plans... it should be easy enough to bribe and replace one of the dancers...

Masquerades very glamorous... filled with all sorts of people... only the best... the organizers not seeming to pay much attention to the dancers... concentrating on making sure the clientele are having a good time... keeping the customers sweet... good business practice... but not so good for keeping out spies...

Domino Doll primps and checks her costume again before getting set to go on stage... she winks to herself... "Showtime..." thumping the top hat and placing it on her head of butter blond hair... cinching the black leather belt one notch tighter about the black velvet outfit... sleeveless... high necked... with sheer dark nylon in the window over her cleavage... she drapes herself in her cloak and struts out...

The music blaring... a steamy torch song... the crowd cheering... hopefully the mask hiding your identity enough to fool Scarelli... who's in the front row... conversing with a fat man in white... maybe the Fat Man... allegedly the controller of all the heroin trade in the city...

Domino Doll whips off her cloak and hangs it by the stage door... stepping out and spreading her arms as if to ask for more applause... pulling the costume even tighter across her chest if that is possible... doing a full turn... as if to show herself to the crowd... even as she scans for Scarelli... who conveniently sits in the footlights directly in front of her... she struts forward in her black ankle boots...

Scarelli's attention on you... leaning back to enjoy the show... the Fat Man evidently eager to conclude the deal, but Max shushes him... again, you can only hope that your mask is enough to hide your identity... considering Scarelli has seen your body many times before...

Domino Doll rolls her hips and struts forward... pumping her fist in the air as she does another full turn... sheer dark nylon on her legs shining in the footlights... smiling and dancing in place for a moment... before moving towards Scarelli... then veering off to face the Fat Man in the ice-cream suit... dancing for him with a smirk... checking out of the corner of her eye to see if Scarelli is watching her...

Scarelli looking disappointed... but the Fat Man leaning forward... no longer looking like he wants to do business... but staring... and reaching into his wallet to pull out some singles...

Domino Doll stomps a foot and feigns to pout as the Fat Man seems less interested than most in the crowd... she shakes her head and looks all around... then smiles as the Fat Man produces some bills... winking as she leans down to collect the tip... slipping the money into her boot... and slipping a listening device into the pocket of the Fat Man's white jacket... before patting it and pushing him back into his seat...

Scarelli scowls at the Fat Man... then turns his attention back to you... the crowd chanting... cheering... hooting and hollering... as they get ready for the best part of the routine... the music swelling to a crescendo...

Domino Doll laughs quietly... very much enjoying teasing Scarelli... even though she knows she needs to be careful... removing her belt slowly... drawing it between her legs... rubbing it back and forth against her crotch... Scarelli's expression making her feel flushed... tossing the belt away and reaching behind for her zipper... seemingly unable to reach... spreading her arms as if to ask, "what do I do?"

The crowd yelling suggestions... a couple even booing... the Fat Man ready to clamber up on stage... but Scarelli motioning him to sit down... getting up on the stage himself... walking up to make himself useful as the crowd cheers...

Domino Doll smirks and makes a show of letting Scarelli try to pull down the faux zipper that just won't seem to budge... then she spins and gives him a hard slap... shaking a gloved finger at him as if to say "you naughty boy..." the audience laughter nearly drowning the thumping music for a moment... as she dances away... the curve of her ass twitching back and forth as she teases...

Scarelli frowning... and flushing... humiliated at the audience laughter... slumping down in his seat... but still keeping his eyes on your ass... the Fat Man loving the show... getting out some more bills for when you next strut by...

Domino Doll feigns to look disappointed... winks... reaches up and unhooks the high neck... freeing front of costume from back in a rip of velcro... whipping the whole thing off from between her legs in one motion... a flash of her clad in only sheer dark nylon from boot to neck... clutching the velvet costume over herself... shimmering ass shaking... strutting forward to collect the Fat Man's bills... dropping the costume as she reaches for them...

The whole room cheering... even Scarelli forgetting his earlier humiliation as he leans forward to get an eyeful... the lights making the dark nylon shimmer... and even sparkle... thanks to an occasional mote of glitter in the fabric... all eyes on you now... you could even take off the mask and nobody would be looking at your face...

Domino Doll pushes the Fat Man back into his seat with a black glove... the other reaches for her top hat... shaking her hair free as she removes it... butter blond waves splashing over her creamy white shoulders... she places the black hat on Scarelli's head... dancing away in nothing but sleeveless sheer nylon bodysuit... boots and gloves... earrings tuned to the bug in the ice cream jacket...

The bug picking up everything... Scarelli's voice... "Hmmm... let's go backstage... we can do business there... but I want to meet that dancer..." The Fat Man agreeing... either very good or very bad for you... on the one hand they could do their deal right under your nose... on the other, it could be dangerous if they expect you to take off your mask...

Domino Doll feigns to appear surprised as they appear at the dressing room door... blinking the cloud blue eyes behind the mask... her bee-stung lips pursed into a little o-shape... letting the door swing open... checking behind them for bodyguards... still dressed as she was when she left the stage... naughty bits jiggling tightly inside the sheer nylon mesh... "I'm glad you boys liked the show..."

Scarelli smiling... "Oh, we definitely did... we were wondering if you'd be our guest for the evening..." the Fat Man moving behind you... as the door swings closed... Max moving in... eyes roaming... "We've got some business to conduct, but we can promise you won't get bored..."

Domino Doll feels more than a tad uncomfortable as the Fat Man moves behind her... but not having heard them plan anything she plays along... "Oh really... well why don't I fix us all a drink while you fellows do your business..." stepping toward the bar... the shiny bodystocking highlighting the shifting contours of her every move...

Scarelli nodding to the Fat Man... who reaches to grab hold of your arms... attempting to wrench them behind your back... with the strength of a trained sumo wrestler... "I figured that little story about the Fat Man would bring you along... that's why I spread it on the grapevine..."

Domino Doll gasps as the Fat man grabs her arms... easily overpowering her... shaking her head and shoulders as they are twisted behind her back... making her jutting breasts nearly burst out of the tight nylon... waving tightly back and forth as they point at Scarelli... blinking her blue eyes that some say can cloud men's minds as she stares at Scarelli... "So this whole thing was a masquerade?"

Scarelli stepping close... running a hand over you... "Yep... I knew you'd be watching for henchmen... but Sumo here makes a convincing Fat Man... now... we're going to get you back to my place... and then decide what to do with you... but first we might have some fun right here..." He laughs... squeezing one breast... tugging a nipple...

Domino Doll turns her face aside as it reddens... hoping the splash of butter waves of hair hide her blushing... but unable to do anything about the involuntary hardening of the nipple in his fingers... her voice a throaty whisper as she asks... "I’m touched that you set all this up for me, Max?"

Scarelli grins... gripping your hair... forcing your eyes to meet his as he reaches down between your thighs... stroking and teasing... "Sure... you've been a thorn in my side for too long... and it was past time we had a face to face meeting like this... don't you think?" His fingers working cruelly...

Domino Doll gulps as he grabs her hair... the eyes behind the mask wide... groaning at the touch of his hand sliding over the filmy nylon... across her tummy... down to her tingling slit... the nylon moistened as his fingers push it inside her tight folds... her hips gyrating in response... seemingly uncontrollably... until...

Domino Doll stomps a boot down on the sumo's foot... jerks her hands out of the gloves... brings a knee up into Scarelli's crotch... and runs for the door... grabbing her cloak as she jerks the door open... dancing into the hall beyond... one last flash of glimmering tits and ass... lost to swirl of dark cloak...

The sumo hopping around... as Scarelli collapses to the floor... tears in his eyes... desperately staggering to his feet... but you're long gone... the trap having failed at the last minute... Scarelli too eager to sample the goods to secure them...

Domino Doll pants for her breath as she makes her escape through the shadows of the alley beyond the club... unable to get the sensation of Scarelli's touch out of her mind... wondering what he'll think when he finds her card in the top hat... "Hope you enjoyed the show... compliments of the Domino Doll..."

(July 2009)