Daphne

(9) BFF

"I'm not just a vagina?"

"Are you kidding? I recognized both of you the second I saw you on stage! You're not just a vagina to me because I never forget a face!"

Daphne giggled.

"Look, we've only got about 20... 25 minutes, so let's make the most of it. Roll over on your belly. I'll give you a massage and we can talk. You look like you need it."

Terri straddled Daphne, sat on the plush upended rump, and put her weight into a back rub. "So, what's your favorite movie?"

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The next set started. Daphne was on the table with her legs spread and a device with 6 clips mounted to a ring pulling her sex wide open. She was extremely turned-on even before Leo's clients began evaluating a vibrator with an attachment that looked like a finger for (according to the claims printed on the box) 'relieving female stress' in Daphne's clitoris. There was some debate over the device's actual stress-reduction effect since the models' bindings seemed to be under quite a lot of stress as the little finger probed every little nook and cranny and the model began gasping for air.

Leo walked over to Terri's table. "May I?" Terri looked up, smiled and pulled a chair out for him. "You're sitting this one out?" he asked.

"Depends on whether these doofuses can manage to get the job done right. We'll see."

"My model seems refreshed. I guess I have you to thank for that."

"You're welcome. I like her." She looked Leo square in the eyes. "We're friends."

"OK, but if you don't mind – and I'm just curious, mind you – I saw the massage and you two chatting and having fun. It looked like girls' club. What were you talking about?"

"Movies"

"????"

"She likes political dramas"

"????"

Terri laughed. "You didn't think I was going to rub her nose in it and make her talk about how she's naked on-stage and getting masturbated in a live sex show did you? She's a really delightful person and she needs to get her mind off her work when she's on break. I imagine that's hard to do when you're naked and all alone in a room with a hundred male eyeballs leering at you for two whole days. You know, even at the beach they have to undress you with their eyes first. Here they don't even have to do that... Oh... Oh, now look at that – looks like I won't be needed..."

Leo turned and saw Daphne, having lost her battle to moderate the vibrator-induced sensations, convulse in pleasure.

After a few minutes of non-stop convulsions, "Excuse me..." Leo got up and confronted the fellow holding Daphne's magic wand. "How is that thing working out, OK?"

"Hell yeah! Look at her go!" Daphne seemed to be vibrating as fast as the vibrator.

"Wow, that's just great. And, you know, I'm sure she would be enjoying it even more if she were conscious. Look, why don't you step aside, let the girl take a few breaths and give someone else a chance to warp her universe."

"Awww, man! Well... OK..." walking off: "Man, I gotta get me one of those!"

<gasp!>

Turning to the folks waiting their turn: "Let's give the girl a moment to catch her breath."

Bending over Daphne: "If you're still with us blink an eye or twitch a finger or something"

"<gasp> Wow! <gasp>" She blinked both eyes and tried to get the world back into focus.

"I'm giving you a short rest right now. Wiggle your toes when you're ready to continue, OK?" Daphne nodded.

"Everyone, she's going to wiggle her toes when she's ready... Hey, where are you going?"

"She's wiggling her toes!"

Leo turned and looked at her. She flashed an impish smile back at him. Then she heaved a deep breath, got stiff and stopped looking at anything in particular. Leo shook his head and went back to Terri's table as his model synchronized with vibrator again.

He looked at Terri. "I've been thinking about this and I just can't have paying clients on stage touching my employees during their breaks whether they want it or not. First, I could get arrested for ... I dunno ... something. It doesn't matter what, I just don't want to get arrested. For anything. And even if that wasn't an issue, I've already had to turn down three requests to give her 'massages' if you get my drift... If I let you up there again all hell will break loose. I can't have that. Sorry."

He looked down at the table and put his hands in his pockets. Terri nodded sadly in agreement, and looked at her friend, who was presently somewhere between 7th heaven and the 8th. Leo reached over and put his hand in Terri's. When he withdrew it, he said "But..." There was a single dogeared $1 bill in Terri's hand. She looked at the bill, puzzled.

"You know what that is, don't you?" Leo asked.

"Ummm... Almost a half-cup of coffee?"

"OK, you got me there," Leo chuckled, "but seriously, that is 'a payment of valuable consideration in exchange for services rendered' – a legal employment contract." Leo paused to let the thought sink in. "If you were my paid employee you would have to be on the stage in order to do your official duty – overseeing Daphne's morale – and nobody could complain about you giving her massages and pep-talks during her breaks..."

Terri lit up. "You devil! I accept!"

Leo got up and walked away. "Just keep your hands where we can see them..."