Angel on the Stage

She repeated the sequence of show and conceal twice, and after the second time, she once more held the bustier in place. That pretense of modesty didn't last long, because both arms were flung wide, as if to embrace everybody in front of her. Both of Angel's succulent breasts were visible to everybody in the room, and she rolled her shoulders and moved her whole body, so they jiggled and danced to the music. Being in the spotlight, she was unable to see much but half the audience had risen to their feet while they wildly applauded the delightfully erotic display.

Angel heard and reveled in the cheers and applause and shouts of approval and adoration. She wanted more, and knew how to get it. Once again, she covered her breasts with her hands, but this time, she turned around and bent partially from the waist, emphasizing the beauty of her legs and bum. While shaking those gorgeous body parts, she spread her arms again, but this time, she let go of one corner of her bustier, letting it swing over to dangle from her other hand.

Angel turned back to face the crowd, twirling the castoff garment. Her whole body shimmied, and she bent over again, so her breasts would sway and shake even more alluringly. With a gesture of dismissal, she tossed away the bustier, letting the audience know she would no longer be coyly covering up what the posters in the foyer had promised would be on display. She continued her dancing but most of the movement was of her body, as she turned to the left and the right and to the center to let everybody see and admire what she had to show them. Reasonably sure that the unknown handsome man was still in his seat or, better yet, standing and cheering in front of the stage, she played more to that part of the crowd than anywhere else, bending farther in the direction of his table than to any other part of the room.

Angel knew the music would be ending in a few seconds, and she started making her exit, picking up her bustier along the way. Turning her back to the audience, but smiling over her shoulder, she swivel-hipped her way off the stage, her curvaceous bottom swaying to the beat, feeling the fabric of her hot pants clinging to her, as close as a suntan.