QUICK CHANGE
An Erotic Short
By
S. Devlin
Quick Change
Copyright © 2009 by S. Devlin
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“What are you doing back there… admiring my ass? Move faster you idiot! Ten seconds!”
From behind stage, Lady Miri’s voice drowned out the orchestra and even the applause. Her voice spread over the stage like a fallen curtain; it ran through the wings like a frantic child and snaked through the theater corridors like deadly smoke. At least, this is what Bianca imagined every time Lady Miri began screaming.
The seamstress was not the only unfortunate to inspire her tantrums, Miri’s wrath spread through the production crew like a hurricane. Set designers, make-up artists, lighting, effects, the clown’s personal assistant, no one was safe. Being the prima ballerina that she was, Lady Miri never took time to appreciate the “little people” who made the show run. Miri’s antipathy for said ‘little people’, combined with her taste in men, inadvertently provided an irony that greatly amused the crew. For, Lady Miri, prima ballerina, five-foot-eleven Russian beauty was married to a two-foot-nine French dwarf.
Albert, pronounced Al-bear, was a beauty in his own right. Faintly olive skin, bright blonde hair, and the body of a Herculean statue; Albert epitomized the Greek ideal, albeit in miniature. There were rumors and speculation, of course, regarding Albert’s ability to win a beauty like Miri. Most who knew the couple believed one of two conclusions: Either Albert’s gentle nature and lighthearted spirit melted the ice queen’s heart or Albert was generously endowed.
“Move faster you stupid cow!”
Bianca focused her attention on the eyehooks running up Miri’s back. As her fingers fumbled on the last one, the corset dropped to the ground and the naked ballerina turned to face Bianca with her arms straight ahead waiting to slip through the sleeves of her next costume. Bianca watched two rosy nipples disappear behind the red velvet bodice, which had taken her six hours to make. As Bianca pulled the laces tight on Miri’s costume she imagined those perfect breasts being crushed behind the stiff fabric and felt a surge of heat wash over her body. Just then the unthinkable happened, one of the laces snapped and the bodice began to slacken.
“What was that? What are you doing?”
“One of the laces broke,” Bianca blanched.
The ballerina’s arm twisted unnaturally around her back as she felt for the laces running up her spine, when the tips of her fingers discovered the severed line she pulled hard and the bodice dropped to the ground. Bianca stood gaping.
“What are you doing? Grab another ribbon and lace me up. Now!”
Bianca dropped to her knees and riffled through her sewing kit. In seconds she found a nylon cord that would do the job and she jumped to her feet holding it in the air like a prize; her eyes met Miri’s and the victorious smile slid from her face. Bianca snatched the bodice from the ground as Miri stepped closer. Again the bodice slipped over the pink nipples, now hard like cherries, and the laces pulled the red velvet tight, crushing Miri’s breasts flat. As Bianca’s finger slipped through the laces and made the final knot, Miri lunged toward the stage. But the instant before Miri stepped into the light she looked back over her shoulder and gave Bianca the most intense look of disgust; Bianca felt her heart freeze. Lady Miri stepped onto the stage fifteen seconds late for her cue.
Bianca froze, the broken lace still twisted in her clenched fingers. In a daze she watched Lady Miri, her muse, dance in the glare of the stage lights. Although Miri clearly loathed her, Bianca adored the ballerina’s grace, beauty and fiery passion, which in Bianca’s eyes, greatly overshadowed her temper and icy demeanor. After designing costumes for nearly ten years, Bianca felt herself inspired by Miri’s body in ways she had never thought possible. Bianca wanted to create beautiful costumes to celebrate, contain and crush Miri’s gorgeous figure; Bianca wanted to drape Miri in every opulent fabric ever created-but she also wanted to touch her. Bianca wanted to hold those perfectly round breasts and feel how they could flatten so completely beneath stiff fabric; Bianca wanted to crush them with her hands, her mouth and her own breasts. She wanted to run her hands over Miri’s silk skin and run her fingers through the velvet between her legs. Miri elicited a feverish hunger from Bianca that
Bianca snapped back into herself and shuddered. The curtain was down and the house was roaring with applause. The show was done and Miri would be heading back stage any second; Bianca grabbed her kit and ran. Before she made it out of the stage wings, she could hear Miri’s voice barreling towards her.
“You worthless idiot! Come back here, you Bitch!”
“Whoa, what’s going on here?” Anthony, the director, stepped in front of Miri with his hands in the defensive position. With such a buffer in place, Bianca abandoned her retreat and turned to face Miri, eyes blazing. Miri’s arm shot over Anthony’s right shoulder as she pointed at Bianca.
“That fucking… fucking, sequin sewer made me late for my entrance. Late! I am never late! She could have ruined the whole show. I cannot work with amateurs like that. I won’t!”
Bianca began to shake and Anthony stifled a laugh.
“My dear,” Anthony began, “I understand that you are upset, and you have every right to be, but the facts are these: I cannot fire the costume designer mid-run, especially when she is the best designer I have ever worked with”.
“But she is…”
“It is not going to happen! So, we better figure out a solution that we can all live with”.
The three of them stood in silence; Bianca braced for an attack, Miri on the balls of her feet, ready to pounce and Anthony, ready to catch her, arms still in the air. Then, wondrously, the tension broke and warmth entered the stage wings. Out of the corner of her eye, Bianca spied a tangle of thin smoke climbing the air and she followed it down to where Albert stood grinning. His handsome face looked up at hers and Bianca felt her body relax. He took another long drag from his cigarette and walked toward his wife.
“Ma Cherie, may I propose a solution?”
Lady Miri whipped her head towards her husband in surprise.
“Oh, Albert! You frightened me.”
The ballerina dropped to her knees and draped her graceful arms over her husband’s shoulders. Bianca was shocked not only by the effect Albert had on Miri’s emotions but also the visual effect produced when their bodies entwined. Draped around her husband, the graceful ballerina appeared gangly and freakish. Hovering over Albert‘s godlike frame, Miri appeared grotesquely tall a thin; an Italian cypress at the waist.
“What do you think of me taking Bianca as my dresser and Amanda can dress you for the final act?”
“You would do that for me?”
“Of course, Cheri; it’s nothing at all.”
“Brilliant. Thank you Albert,” Anthony clapped his hands together and turned towards Bianca. “Good?”
Bianca nodded and mouthed a “thank you” towards Albert before departing.
The next evening, Bianca waited behind the curtain, stage left. Although relieved to be far away from Miri’s tempestuous ire, Bianca longed to be near her naked body. She thought about grazing the ballerina’s arm as she slipped her costume off and slid the new one on. Bianca thought about Miri’s round breasts and the feeling she got when she pulled the laces tight. Suddenly, Bianca realized she was no longer alone. She looked down and was surprised to see Albert half-naked pulling on his second costume.
“Oh, Albert,” she whispered, “I’m sorry, let me help you with that.”
“It’s alright Cheri, I’ve got it”.
But Bianca was already on her knees buttoning Albert’s vest. She could feel his hard muscles underneath the fabric as her hands moved over the buttons, when she finished, her hands lingered on his chest. Bianca moved her eyes up to meet Albert’s.
“Thank you so much for helping me.”
He took her hand and kissed it, “My pleasure”.
A smile spread across his beautiful face and he gave her hand a squeeze.
“Don’t you have to go back out?”
“Not yet. I stay off stage for six minutes, then return merely to lift my ballerina into the air before the curtain falls.” He paused a moment, “You watch us every night and failed to notice my part?” He said this with a laugh.
Bianca blushed, “I guess I was distracted.”
Albert‘s smile grew wider, “Yes, she is very beautiful isn’t she?”
Flame spread across Bianca’s face and down the back of her neck. Bianca felt Albert’s hand on her cheek and she looked into his face, still smiling. He leaned in and kissed her lightly on her lips.
“Au revoir.”
The next night, Bianca felt a strange excitement that bordered on nervousness as she waited behind the curtain. She stood with her back against the wall, her hands absently fussing with Albert’s costume, as she thought about that kiss. He had kissed her cheeks before, countless times in fact, and once or twice his mouth had landed on hers but it always felt so friendly, so natural… so benign. But last night felt different. His quick tender kiss awakened something inside her but she had no idea what. For months, Bianca had been pining over Miri, was she now lusting for Miri’s husband as well? This was too much. What was it about this couple that made Bianca’s pulse quicken and her cunt twitch?
Albert suddenly stood beside her and pulled his costume out of her fidgeting hands. He was already naked; ready for his quick change, but something was different… something was wrong with his body. Bianca looked at him, hoping for answers to the questions she had been fumbling with and as well as a reason for her reaction to his naked frame. When Bianca found what she was looking for, her knees gave way and she slid to the ground with her back still against the wall.
Albert’s cock was inhumanly large, and thick; and it was pointing straight at her. In fact, his cock was nearly touching her cunt; for when Bianca slid onto her heels, she left her knees wide apart. Without thinking Bianca reached down and grabbed his stiff cock at the base and slid her hand down the wide shaft, she rubbed the purple head with her palm and felt him shudder. Albert stepped forward and pulled her soaking panties to the side, then entered her with one hard thrust. Bianca gasped as her body was forced hard against the wall and heat spread through her wet cunt. Albert plunged in again and again, each thrust spreading her wider. Bianca could feel every vein on his shaft ripple against her soft pink skin as he stretched her open. As Albert’s thrusts became quicker, Bianca held his shoulders for support as he pumped her body faster and faster against the wall. They came together, Albert with a low groan followed by an impossible amount of steaming liquid, Bianca with a full body shudder and a whimper. Within seconds, Albert re-dressed and walked onto the stage.
The next evening, Bianca thought she was ready for him, but Albert was a man of many surprises. Bianca waited behind stage in a knee-length skirt and no panties. When Albert stepped behind the curtain his shirt was instantly off and his pants were undone. Bianca helped him shed his remaining clothing and watched bemused as he lifted her skirt. She felt his fingers testing her cunt for the wetness that had been tormenting Bianca for hours. His fingers slipped easily between her watering lips and she started to lower herself to the floor; then he pushed his fist inside her up to the wrist. Bianca felt her cunt spread impossibly wide as it enveloped Albert’s hand. Once again, she braced herself against the wall and felt pleasure spread through her body.
Albert drove his arm up and down furiously, he had done this before. He watched Bianca’s face, lost in pure ecstasy and smiled to himself; any woman who could handle the girth of his cock could take his fist as well. Bianca’s wetness streamed down Albert’s muscled arm as she struggled to stay standing. The feeling of Albert’s entire fist inside her sent Bianca into a frenzy as she lowered her body, forcing Albert’s arm deeper inside her cunt then she pumped herself up and down. As his right arm continued to drive into her, Albert rubbed her clit with his left palm until she came, hard and heavy. Her knees gave way and she slid to the ground. With heavy breath, Bianca opened her eyes and grabbed Albert, one hand on either side of his face, and kissed him hard.
“This is crazy,” she gasped.
Albert smiled, “Help me dress.”
Weeks passed and every night, Albert and Bianca would share six minutes of debauchery and lust. They hardly spoke when they pleasured one another, moans and panting became their preferred communications. Bianca’s cunt continually hungered for Albert’s massive cock, his muscled fists or his gentle mouth; she spent each day with a dripping cleft counting the hours until she would experience release. Bianca took to stripping behind the curtain and waiting on all fours for Albert to appear and take her, sometimes from behind but always quickly and quietly.
Bianca could not tell if she actually had romantic feelings for Albert but every night when he left with Miri, she watched them leave with a mixture of excitement and longing. Bianca treasured her secret with Albert; he had sparked something inside her that she could never give up. However, Bianca detested the thought of being the ‘other woman’ and often she reasoned that it was somehow different with Albert, something more primal, not governed by culture.
Bianca also imagined that Miri had been looking at her differently as of late. Sometimes Bianca felt a chill on her neck and would look up to find Lady Miri’s eyes upon her. Or sometimes she would walk past Albert and Miri’s dressing room and swear that she heard sobs. After everything that had happened, Bianca still tended a flame that burned only for Miri. She could not bear the thought of hurting her, yet every night her actions demonstrated nothing other than pure indifference towards Miri.
It had been an especially long night and Bianca was experiencing what she believed to be a new level of exhaustion. She and Albert had done it again. Albert was elbow deep inside Bianca’s slippery cunt when they realized that he was four seconds late for his queue. It was the fifth time in two weeks that Albert was late to go on stage. Someone had to guess by now… hopefully that someone was not Miri. Bianca shivered to think of what Miri might do to her if she discovered that Albert had been fucking her while his wife danced a few feet away. As Bianca approached the back door she heard a familiar voice call out.
“Hey, Bianca!”
She stiffened and closed her eyes- she had been so close to freedom.
“What Tommy?”
“Jeez! What’s your problem?”
“Sorry, just tired. What’s up?”
“Prima Bitch has a costume she needs you to repair tonight; something about fucking sequins or some-“
“What?”
“What? You know- Lady Miri, she needs you to fix something.”
“But I finished her stuff hours ago.”
“Whatever. She’s in her dressing room.”
The dressing room door swung open and hit the wall. Bang. Lady Miri, her fingers spread across the door’s inner face, glared down at Bianca. Being a full head shorter than Miri, Bianca came face to face with a dusty rose areola peeking out from under a blue silk robe that was loosely tied around Miri’s waist. Bianca bounced her eyes up to Miri’s face then back down to the pink nipple and back again to those fierce eyes. Bianca opened her mouth to speak and barely managed a squeal as she felt herself pulled into the balmy dressing room by Miri’s icy fingers around her neck.
“You heartless bitch,” Miri growled, while slamming the door shut. After locking the door, Miri turned to face her captive, one hand still clamped around her neck. Violently, Miri pulled Bianca against her body, cheek firmly against naked breast. The ballerina’s fingers snaked up into Bianca’s hair and wound around her waist.
Bianca’s pulse throbbed in her ears, she could not decide if she was more afraid or excited. On one hand, Miri might kill her; obviously she had discovered Bianca and Albert’s secret. On the other hand, Bianca was closer to Miri than she had ever been before. Bianca had endlessly fanaticized about the way Miri’s breast would feel against her skin, and now it was against her cheek. Miri’s perfect red nipple was barely an inch from Bianca’s mouth. If she stuck out her tongue Bianca could finally taste it. Miri’s hand caressed Bianca’s hair and the other seemed to shiver as it slid over her hip.
They stood there for a moment like lovers until Miri suddenly pulled sharply on Bianca’s hair so the girl’s face turned painfully up to meet her own. Bianca struggled for a moment but Miri’s grip around her waist was like iron and the hand tangled in her hair was stronger still.
“Did you think I would not find out?” Miri’s lips were barely an inch from Bianca’s own. She felt Miri breathing on her face as she closed her watering eyes, hoping she would not begin to sob outright. A tear escaped Bianca’s eye and slid down her cheek but before it reached her chin she felt Miri’s hot tongue lap it away. Bianca’s eyes popped open and she looked at Miri in disbelief. Did Miri want Bianca in the same way Bianca wanted her?
Bianca felt Miri’s body begin to warm, in fact the entire room began to pulse with heat and Miri pressed her naked leg between Bianca’s thighs. Instantly Bianca felt her wetness soak through her skirt and on to Miri’s smooth skin. Bianca tried to contain her little gasps and groans but Miri’s hard leg ground into her cunt relentlessly. Suddenly Bianca was grateful that Miri held her so firmly because her pleasure was so intense that her legs shook erratically. Miri smiled down at Bianca wickedly and placed her knee directly on Bianca’s swelling clit. Within seconds Bianca came, shivering in Miri’s arms. Miri lowered her soaking leg and dug her nails into Bianca’s hip.
“You cannot fuck my husband, without my permission and you certainly cannot ignore my needs.”
Miri’s mouth landed hard upon Bianca’s, her kiss, more intense than her eyes, consumed Bianca’s mouth. As Miri’s tongue snaked around Bianca’s own, her cunt began to gush again. She sucked Miri’s sweet tongue and hoped that this union would never end. When Miri pulled away her lips were tinted with blood and Bianca felt a sharp sting as she licked her upper lip.
Finally, Miri’s hands released Bianca and went for the buttons on her shirt. Out of the corner of her eye Bianca saw movement. A thin trail of smoke curled in the warm air and Bianca followed it with her eyes until she saw Albert in the darkest corner of the dressing room reclining on a pile of cushions. He lay propped on one elbow smoking a cigarette. He was wearing nothing but pants and in the dim light she could barely make out the faint outline of his enormous cock swelling behind the fabric of his costume. He gave her a wink and Bianca felt Miri’s mouth sucking at her aching neck.
Miri’s hands tugged at Bianca’s body until her skirt was on the floor and all the buttons of her blouse were undone. Bianca slid the fabric from her shoulders and Miri tugged at the lace between her legs; Bianca stepped out of her panties then pulled the sash on Miri’s robe. The robe fell open and Miri shrugged it off, Bianca could barely breathe. She slid her hands down Miri’s neck and cupped her round breasts. Bianca pressed Miri’s breasts hard with the heels of her hands and watched them flatten against her chest then she rubbed the red nipples with her thumbs until they stiffened.
Miri smiled and shoved Bianca to the floor amid sequined costumes and ornately embroidered pillows. Miri straddled Bianca and pressed her warm cunt against Bianca’s own. Both women gasped as Miri’s cunt grinded into Bianca, sending waves of heat in every direction. Bianca’s hands clamped around Miri’s breasts and she kneaded them hard as their cunts rubbed together. Bianca could feel the mixture of their wetness drip down her thighs, down her ass and collect on one of the pillows. Soon Bianca lay in a puddle of Miri’s and her own juices.
Miri’s hips slid faster and faster over Bianca’s until she came screaming and moaning wildly. Then she placed the heel of her hand on Bianca’s clit and rubbed until she came as well with a quiet moan and little shivers. Miri collapsed her body on top of Bianca and sucked on her bottom lip. Still dazed, Bianca felt her clit throb as she realized that Miri’s breasts were flat against her own throbbing chest and she wrapped her arms around the ballerina and squeezed their bodies even closer together.
Suddenly Miri’s back arched and she let out a squeal, she broke free of Bianca’s grip and looked behind her. Albert stood between their sprawled legs with his hands gripped tightly around the base of his extremely large cock. He had reminded Miri of his existence by prodding her sopping cunt with his cock’s bulbous head.
“Oh, my dear, I’m so sorry. Would you like to play as well?”
Albert shot her a beautiful smile and Miri rolled off of Bianca and lay beside her. She took Bianca’s face in her hands and kissed her deeply while Bianca’s hands once again found Miri’s cherry nipples. The two women twisted their arms and tongues together so completely that they did not notice Albert shifting their legs this way and that until he pushed inside them both.
Miri groaned as Albert’s thick cock pushed past her watering lips and Bianca yelped as Albert’s balled fit stretched her throbbing cunt and slid inside past the wrist. Athlete that he was, Albert pumped into both women with equal force. Miri and Bianca remained entwined as their shared lover drove his appendages into their swelling cunts and sent them swaying up and down on their bed of pillows. Bianca came first and she screamed with pleasure louder than she ever had before as Albert‘s arm twisted inside her up to the elbow and Miri dug her nails into Bianca’s flushed breasts. Seconds later, Miri and Albert came together, both moaning in their mother tongues and groping Bianca’s spent body. Albert pulled his huge cock out of Miri and cover both his wife and Bianca’s cunts in his endless milky liquid.
The three lovers lay tangled for several moments covered in each other’s sweat and juices. When Albert’s impossibly large cock began to soften he sat up and kissed his wife hard on the mouth. With the back of his hand he caressed Bianca’s cheek as she lay in a daze, more satisfied than she ever thought possible.
“Well, my lovelies,” Albert broke the silence, “it is getting late; we should get going.”
Miri’s hand closed gently around Bianca’s and she brought her face close. For a moment she just stared but it looked as if she may speak at any moment. Finally when Bianca ran her fingers through Miri’s blonde hair, her lips parted.
“You could come with us”.
Bianca understood that Miri’s words were not an invitation; they were more of a plea. Miri did hunger for Bianca the same way Bianca hungered for her. Perhaps more so, since Miri’s longing drove her to irrational outbursts and fits of anger. Bianca kissed Miri lightly and squeezed her hand.
“I will go wherever you take me.”