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Keeping with the decadent and sensual theme, we’ve got a cirque trio made of fucking runway models, Gia, Lyot, and Gale, performing with us. And our last act is a BDSM magician named Dom. It blew my damn mind that those two things could be combined at first, but within a few minutes, Dom had me volunteering to show off his tricks during rehearsal.
An ensemble full of muscles, corsets, and lace? You can bet our shows have been all sold out this past week.
“Summoning Alek to the stage!”
Seb introduces me and I step out in all my leather pants glory to greet the audience tonight. The cheering is instantaneous and it helps fuel my energy for the show.
“Looking a little weighed down in those pants tonight, buddy,” Seb jabs at me, making the audience laugh and whistle at my outfit. The corset is all angles and shine, my pants, a reflective black leather, glisten in the lights of the stage while I stand centerstage in a casual pose.
“Nah, I’m light as a feather, baby—” Running my free hand through my hair, I nip at my bottom lip and give a cheeky wink to the man in the sound booth.
“But I can see you’re stiff as a board.” Seb’s perch isn’t far away from where Ezekiel is sitting, so I take a quick second to send over a discrete wink his way too. I catch him blushing before I turn away to continue my introduction.
“Y’all are really in for it tonight. Alongside me and the burlesque boys, we’ve got some amazing guests. The wicked and sultry cirque trio and the devil himself, Dom the magician. I swear the shit that guy does ain’t holy by any means.”
The crowd cheers. Their level of excitement increases my adrenaline and goosebumps form from the anticipation. Every show is special to me but they’re even more exciting when I know my man is here watching me.
The stage lights above me suddenly go out, leaving the stage pitch black for a moment before a crimson light shines in front of me, casting my silhouette on the illuminated back curtain. I don’t look behind me but I know the audience sees the horns that have sprouted on my head— a cute little headband mechanism set up by Benny.
With lust dripping from my voice, I say the last line of the show introduction.
“I hope you’re ready to drop down on your knees and… confess early Sunday morning, because you’re gonna need to repent after tonight!”
Smoke begins to fill the stage while the audience goes wild. The next blackout gives us all the handful of seconds we need to set up for the opening number where we’re also joined by our guest performers.
Gia, Lyot, and Gale are set over by their straps, discreet glow—in—the—dark tape marking their positions in the dim light.Dom is positioned on the opposite side of the cirque trio with a rigged up and scandalously dressed down assistant on each arm.
Lastly, the boys and I are on the outer end of the stage closest to the audience. Benny rolls over a gold throne for me to sit on, which I immediately fall into and pose my legs over one arm of the chair while laying my back over the other arm.
The burlesque dancers all surround me in some kind of blasphemous, but also kind of hot, recreation of the Last Supper.
3…2…1…
The lights turn on, the music blasts, and we’re all organized chaos on stage for the opening number.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
EZEKIEL
Muscles and cardigans.
Stunned.
One would think I wouldn’t be so affected by witnessing Alek on stage, as I have now seen himperformin all connotations of the word. But I can’t help but join the dozens of others in the audience in a standing ovation when we reach the end of the show.
The entire performance was spectacular. There was a certain kind of hedonistic darkness present throughout the show that left me on the edge of my seat.
Most of all, it is Alek’s wardrobe, or lack thereof, by the end of the show that has me practically running towards the corridor entrance leading to the dancers’ dressing rooms. The sight of his form—fitting corset cinched over, what I know to be a tightly toned waist, had me shifting in my seat the entirety of the show. By the final act, Alek was stripped down to just a pair of black silk underwear that stretched taut around his assets and connected down to a pair of fishnets by a ruffled garter.
In that instance, I was thankful that Knight had gotten me to a tabled booth so that the evidence of my arousal wasn’t shown to a room full of people.
I highly doubt they would have the attention to spare my way, though. Every single second of the show was filled with striking acts that one would not dare shift their gaze from.
A bouquet of flowers in one hand and the cardigan I had stripped off in an attempt to cool down in the other, I lean against the wall of the hallway and wait for the center of tonight’s attention.
Alek and Benny burst through the door leading below the stage. Alek is doubled—over in laughter as Benny slaps his back.
“I’m tellin’ ya dude, I knew that frog was gonna get him!” Benny wipes his face free from the tears that spill from his chuckle. I can see Alek taking a moment to close the door behind them before he turns and zeroes in on me. There is a cheerful, full—bodied laugh still shaking his body as he happily waves my way.
