Page 108 of Tinsel & Chrome

“Alright, it's about time I unleash the Demon. Give the ladies what they want.”

The exact moment was pinpointed by thunderous screams. I see Lila pointing and slapping Poppy on the arm. Poppy was saving her innocence by shielding her eyes but screaming, “Oh my god!”

I see Rose and Lacy pulling money from their boobs and grabbing some papers. They might actually benefit from his shenanigans tonight, unless he pulls someone from the crowd. Judging by their reaction he could.

“Now, what month do you want this Demon to represent?”

“October!” It was almost unanimous.

“No, December and he could be a sexy Krampus!” A cute goth girl shouted. You know she does have a point. I can see it.

“Or the Grinch.”

This is getting weird.

“Yeah! Twirl that...”

“Alright, that's enough, you degenerates ...thank you Demon.” I turn around to see him bow then he turns around,ass on full display. They loved that! Now the crowd was starting to line up for orders or groups were sending runners for that or concessions. Avi whispers, “We've got eight grand and counting!”

I situate myself on the stage. “Well ladies, the show might be over but I'll do you a favor since you spent time with me for a good cause. Can my guys come out please!”

I did not rehearse this part. They strolled out, obviously suspicious.

They line up behind me and help me back up to standing. “On behalf of me, the Devil's Ignited chapter of the Merciless Few, we want to say thank you for raising so much money for B.A.C.A we will raise money for this amazing organization any way we can, as you can see. Tonight we made money but next week we will make a difference as we hand over the check.”

They clapped loudly, I was afraid Demon was doing something scandalous so I kept my vision straight ahead.

“Alright to give you time to get those votes in, I'm going to let the guys shake their groove thing to one last song.” I hear someone gasp.

“Sam!”

“What?”

“This wasn't part of the deal, babygirl.”

I smile and try to maintain it as he squeezes my sides.

“It's for the children.” I say in a sing-song voice before walking forward.

“Alright, are we ready?”

“YEAH!”

“Cue the music!” I sit on the edge and they surround me not maliciously but I was definitely in trouble with my Bubba.

The music started and everyone laughed. I thought ‘It's Raining Men' was a perfect ending to this event. Reaper looked at Wicked who shrugged his shoulders and began to grooveto the music, breaking out into his Michael Jackson routine, making the ladies go crazy.

The rest started to move and got a laugh at how silly they looked and felt. Fiend steps forward and is behind me before he rips off his pants again. His junk is way too close and I tell him to move. He shakes his groove thing away. Both Wicked and Reaper are now shirtless and Bubba has his shirt open. He's not dancing but even standing there while his boys put on the show is incredibly sexy. Judging by the comments, I was not wrong.

I see my girls doing their jobs but also encouraging their guys to take it off. Demon doesn't have anything else to remove so I cut it short before we get indecency charges.

“Thank you all for being here, for voting, for ordering these sexy boys on a calendar! We'll send you a confirmation email and a projected date. Take a bow, gentlemen! Have a good night everyone!” I waved and the guys walked directly to their girls to show them some love. Demon sits his bare ass on the stage and is surrounded immediately.

“See Sam, you could have an all Demon calendar! Isn't that right ladies?” Their hands roam his body as they all agree. I shudder to think as I make my way backstage, my feet are screaming. I find a plush computer desk chair and plop down sighing in relief, I just want to rest my eyes for a few minutes.

“Mmmm.” I sigh as I open my eyes to my handsome biker gentleman rubbing my feet. I slide the other foot up his arm to shoulder and he gives it a gentle, yet ticklish kiss.

“That feels magical. I honestly don't think I can walk. Suddenly he reaches down and picks me up from the chair. I'm tossed over with a prime view of his Santa suited ass. “Rocco, put me down!”

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