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Once he's kneeling in front of me, I straighten up, staying as close to the ledge as I can with him pressed between me and it. He grips my hips hard and tilts them so he can reach his prize. His flattened tongue slides up my center just as I hit the chorus. Thank goodness it's the easiest part of the song to sing because his pace and pressure are just right. I want to moan with pleasure, but can't, so I throw all of it into the song.

He groans, the sound lost to the music, and I only know because I feel the vibrations against my clit.

The gaze of the audience makes me shiver with delight as he laps my soft center. Why have I never done this before?

When I reach the bridge, his fingers slip inside me. He continues to lick with steady strokes. He's not rough or hurried. Despite the fast tempo of the music, he's patient, drawing pleasure out of me with each firm but gentle touch.

My climax builds along with the crescendo, a harmony of sensation and sound. I always feel emotional when I hit the high note of a song like this. Even without the sexual attention I'm currently getting, this moment in the music makes my skin tingle, my body tighten, my chest swell with pride and elation, but tonight it's so much more. When I reach my vibrato, he presses firmly on just the right spot inside me, wraps his lips around my clit, and sucks like he can't get enough.

I fall apart, gasping as the song ends, barely hitting the last note. The audience erupts in wild applause. Multiple patrons stand to their feet even though the show isn't over. I've never had that happen mid-show before. I don't break character, but I smile out at the crowd before the lights go out on me and rise on the stage where Puck gives the audience a cheeky grin.

The man beneath my skirts, whose name I haven't and don't intend to ask for, places a soft kiss on my pussy. I tremble, gripping the half-wall for support. After a few slow breaths, I step back, giving him space while I switch off my mic. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and smiles deviously as he stands up.

But then his face falls. "Shit, I don't have a condom."

Stepping back into the shadows, I reach into my bodice and pull one out. "Like I said, a lady is always prepared."

"I thought you said you don't do this often."

"Doesn't mean I'm not prepared for it. I've always had a healthy appetite and you never know when the opportunity might arise."

He leans against the wall opposite from me and stares with hungry eyes like he wants to memorize the sight of me. My mystery man with the talented tongue.

When I crook a finger summoning him, he pounces, grabs me by the wrist, pulls me towards him, and spins me so my back is to his front. My stammering fan is definitely feeling more comfortable now that he's had his head between my legs.

"You're stunning." He kisses along my neck up to my ear, one hand spread across my belly and the other twisting through my hair. "So talented. So beautiful. A voice like an angel and a pussy that tastes like heaven."

"Keep it up and I'm going to want to ask your name."

"It's Samuel." He licks the shell of my ear and softly blows on it. "And I could sing your praises all night, my star." His hands move to my breasts and he roughly tugs my corset down just enough for them to pop out. With his chin resting on my shoulder, he takes in the sight of my full flesh cupped in his grasp. "I've never seen such perfect breasts. Look how well they fill my hands. And these nipples," he plucks them with his fingers, "so perfectly pink and puckered. I'd give a fortune to suck them."

"Then do it, starry eyes."

I spin and rest my arms on his shoulders. He wastes no time, bending so he can suck my right nipple while his fingers titillate the left with little pinches and pulls that have me moaning so loud he covers my mouth with his palm.

"Do I need to gag that pretty mouth so you don't go singing when you're not supposed to?" He inhales sharply and his eyes roll back like he's remembering something glorious. "God, you can sing. When you hit that high note," he shakes his head, "my whole body felt like it was going to explode. You were squeezing my finger so hard I could feel it in my cock."

"Who needs the gag now?" I tease, slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

He chuckles as he works open the laces at the front of my corset. "I can be quiet, but I don't think that's what you want."

Once he's loosened the tight binding, he pulls it and my undershirt up over my head. This would be faster if I kept the costume on, but I love the way he's undressing me, so I'm not about to stop him.

My skirts go next, leaving me completely bare in the dark shadows of the theater box.

Chest exposed, he licks a line between my breasts, all the way up my neck to my bottom lip, which he softly bites. "I think you like me telling you how incredible you are. You get off on it, don't you?"

I nod, admitting he has my number.