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An Excerpt From: SEX IDOL
Copyright © SHELLEY MUNRO, 2006.
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing,
Inc.
“We’d better get ready,” Sasha said.
She didn’t want him. Indignation made him push her away
but the soft flush on her cheeks changed his mind. She wanted his baby. She
liked kissing him. Sasha must feel something for him. Antonio wished he
could fathom what she really wanted from him.
They strolled side by side into the small backstage room
specially set aside for the next competitor on stage to warm-up and
prepare. Antonio noticed the technicians give Sasha’s naked body a few
sidelong looks. Several of the others were naked too, but it seemed to
Antonio that they were paying particular notice to Sasha. Damn, why hadn’t
they grabbed robes? He winged a glare at the nearest offender and placed
his body between Sasha and the man’s leer. Sasha’s bag hid some of her, and
at least there would be spare robes, provided by the sponsors, in the
waiting room. They sure as hell weren’t heading back to their dressing room
without them.
“Name?” a security guard demanded.
“Antonio Perez and Sasha Greenacre.” Antonio watched the
man carefully in case he ogled Sasha, but the appreciative glint in the man’s
eyes told him the security guard swung the other way. The sly pinch on
Antonio’s ass as he passed confirmed the supposition. Sasha’s virtue was
safe but Antonio wasn’t so sure about his.
Antonio caught a whiff of sanitizer spray when he
stepped inside the room. Cleaned instantly by the housekeeper droid for
their use to warm-up or whatever else it took to prepare for their onstage
performance. A large screen showed them the action on the stage if they
wanted to check out the opposition. Sasha ignored everything to rifle
through her bag. She muttered before giving a small cry of success and
pulling a plastic jar out.
“I’ve brought some body glitter with me. It’s something
new I’ve been experimenting with. If we choose the nighttime backdrop, you
know the one with the deep blue coloring that comes with stars and the
moon. The lighting they use with that backdrop should highlight the body
glitter.”
“All right. What about positioning on stage?”
“I’ll take the chair.” She stopped abruptly and pointed
at a small speaker.
The room was bloody bugged. God knows who was listening
in. It could be management or other competitors. “Warm-up time,” he said
abruptly.
Sasha went into his arms, following his cue without
protest. Her hands glided down his chest to tease his […]. She traced the
baby-soft skin of his […] before running her fingers from base to tip. “You
look so much better without all the body hair. You feel better too. Did it
hurt?” Her eyes were full of silent laughter.
“Yes, it fuckin’ hurt,” Antonio muttered, wondering what
the hell she was going on about.
“Do you think we’re being watched as well?”
“Possibly.”
The two-minute warning bell sounded.
“We’ll have to risk it.” Sasha pulled away and grabbed
up the jar she’d set on the bed beside her bag. She screwed the top off and
dipped her forefinger into the thick pink cream. “I’m going to do a quick
pattern on your chest and back.”
The one-minute warning belled peeled out.
“What about you?”
“Here. Dip your finger in and make some swirly patterns
on my back and butt.” As she spoke, she rapidly traced around her breasts,
down her belly and lower body. “The glitter will shine in the light.”
A knock sounded on the door before it opened abruptly.
“You ready in there. On in one minute.”
An officious-looking woman with hair pulled tight in a
bun and old-fashioned horn-rimmed glasses tapped a pencil on her chart.
“Which of the categories are you performing first? I need to tell the
compere.”
“Self-pleasuring,” Antonio said.
“Why are two going onstage?” she demanded, stepping in
front of Sasha.
“There’s nothing in the rules to say two competitors
can’t go on stage. They can’t touch each other, of course,” Sasha stated.
“But there’s nothing else to prevent a competitor and partner being on
stage at the same time.”
“We’ll see about that,” the woman said. She stomped over
to the registrar and spoke him with much gesturing in their direction.
“Are you sure?” Antonio said.
“I’m sure. Shush, she’s coming back.”
“You can both go on stage but the slightest infraction
of the touching rule will result in disqualification,” the woman said.
“Wait for my signal and you’re on. Background music—slow, medium or fast?”
“Slow music, please,” Sasha said. “A ballad.”
She sounded nervous again. Antonio wanted to take her in
his arms and kiss her, soothe away her fears. Couldn’t happen. Not here in
front of everyone. Instead, he reached for Sasha’s hand and squeezed it
briefly, trying to put everything he felt into that one touch.
“Did you hear about the Irish man who broke his leg?”
A faint smile replaced the anxiety in her eyes. “No.”
“He was trying to tap dance and fell into the sink.”
Sasha grimaced. She’d forgotten he used to tell Irish
jokes to scare away her nerves. “You’ve told worse.”
“I’m mortally offended.” Antonio grinned. “Ready to go
on stage?”
Sasha gave a clipped nod. “Showtime.”
“Next up is Antonio Perez,” the compere shouted over the
cheering crowd. “And his drawn category is self-pleasuring.” A round of
wild applause filled the stadium.
“Antonio! Antonio!” a group of fans screeched from the
front. They waved banners and one of the more adventurous flashed her
breasts.
“Still got your fan club,” Sasha said dryly.
Antonio grinned, taking heart from her tone. “Let’s do
this then we can go back to the dressing room and work out how to fit the
carrot into our act.”
He strutted onto the stage in performance persona with
Sasha at his side. Confidence grew and he flashed her another grin.
When the audience saw both of them, they became silent,
aware that something out of the ordinary was about to happen. Their faces
and every action were recorded and beamed onto huge screens so everyone in
the audience could take in the smallest detail.
Sasha strutted over to a chair and fell into the comforting
cushions in a relaxed sprawl, just as they’d discussed. With her blonde
hair mussed and the light catching the body glitter, she looked like a
wanton angel. His angel.
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