Red Ribbon Special

Ch 1 - Hell No

"No Marnie. I wanna know why! I know they get better tips when they wear them. Why won't you let me?"

"I told you why." Marna states dryly, ignoring Shae's pleading gaze. Pressing save on her document, she puts it in an email titled 'Mirror, Mirror', and presses send. Shae spies the recipient, Joe Paulson, the advertising guru for their traveling show, and tucks it into memory. Marna closes her laptop and moves on to a stack of paperwork on her table.

"This isn't fair! I work just as hard as they do. I watched Seran, Pippa and Toni make at least $200 more than me in Barton last week, because of those damn ribbons. The rest of us were far lighter. I watched it happen. Don't bother denying it again."

"I won't. They're my long time girls, and they DO work harder than you. You're not cut out for what they do. You're a beautiful dancer, enchanting performer, perfect for your part, but you don't wear the red ribbon."

"Look, I've got bills to pay, child support in particular, if I want to see my son, tuition money to raise if I ever want more than belly dancing and burlesque. I can't get by on the tent tips! Give me a chance. I want in on the Mirror House."

Marna's laughter bursts out, overflowing the small RV. "She wants the Red Ribbon and the Mirror House, all in the same day. Girl, you're definitely good for a laugh. Maybe we can upgrade you, to clown. The answer is no. Now get the hell outta my trailer and go rehearse. Showtime is in 5 hrs. Chop, chop."

A defiant look crosses Shae's face. The sound of Marnie's laughter and her utter dismissal press a button. "Cunt." she thinks sourly. Yanking open the door handle, she stomps down the steps, slamming the flimsy screen behind her. "If you won't let me, I'll do it my damn self." she mumbles as she sets off in search of Joe.

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Ch 2 - The Ride

Joe Paulson lifts a heavy duffle into the back of his black 2016 Ram 2500, and slides it in with the other gear in the bed. Grabbing the ratchet strap, he pulls and begins tightening down the heavier parts of the load, muscles standing out on his thick arms as he cranks. Shae watches him for a moment. Well over 6 foot, broad shoulders, short black curls, smooth muscled, chocolate skin, "...and sweet as pie, until there's trouble. Damn he's fine," she thinks. "I hope this works."

Shae walks toward Joe, light brown ponytail swinging in time with the bouncing of her perfectly round C tits and curved ass. Prancing off her goods, she heads for him, arms out. "Joey!" She calls, with a sweet smile. Joey drops the ratchet strap and smiles back, turning towards her as she wraps her arms around his middle. Her cleavage gives him a little kiss from her low cut tank. "I can feel her nipples. Fuck that's hot." He thinks, 24 year old mind in perfect sync with his 24 year old cock.

"Hi beautiful. Break any hearts today?" Hoping he sounds cool, he lifts her a little, getting a nice feel of her soft tits on his body again. "Not yet." She responds cheerily. Joe sets her gently on the ground, picking up the ratchet for a few more cranks. "I was wondering," she pauses, batting her eyes a bit, "Are you headed to town right now?"

Again, his cock sends a smile up to his face. "I wish.", he thinks in his young ignorance. "Yes I am. Why? Would you like to sneak away with me?", He tries it out, hoping she finds it cute at least. "Absolutely! That's exactly what I want to do, sneak away with you." She giggles and touches his muscled bicep, casually tracing her fingers on his skin, sending signals with her eyes. "I bet we could have a lot of fun together." She winks.

Lizard brain finally stroked to life, Joe's face breaks into a grin. "Hop in sweetheart." Let me tighten this other side, and we'll head out." Shae climbs in the passenger side and pushes up the console, taking the middle seat. She pulls down the driver's mirror and checks her reflection. Makeup good, hair in place, she pulls her tits out a touch. "Gonna get some answers." She thinks, "It's the fun way at least." Shae's wanted to fuck him a while now, "He's the shy type. Maybe I'll teach him a thing or two." Her pussy twitches at the thought. In many ways, Shae enjoys being first.

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Driving down the dirt road, hip to hip Shea leans over and eyes Joe directly, then his crotch, "Can I see it, you know, for science?" She grins as she taps her nails on his right thigh. "What?!" He laughs, "What do you mean, for science?" Shae slides her nails up and down his thigh, passing from the cloth to the smooth skin at his knee. Joe shudders, enjoying the sensation. Watching his eyes, his boyish smile as he watches the road, she replies, "Everyone says black cock is the biggest. I've never got to play with one like yours. Only mixed boys." Half innocent beg, half smirk on her face, he makes brief eye contact with her.

Laughing loudly, Joe replies, "Honey, you don't need science to do anything with my cock! Look all you like, but I warn you, its a very average 8 inches, hard." Shea bursts out a giggle, "I don't think that's average Joey, but pay no mind. I'm 5'4, couldn't take much more." Joey wraps his arm around her shoulder squeezing her, then leaving his fingers to trace her arm.

"We rhyming now?" he asks as Shae reaches down and unsnaps his jeans. Zzzzzziiiippp. Joe's trimmed thatch and semi-hard, uncut cock nearly pop straight from his cargo shorts. "Oh! No panties. Very sexy." Shae teases, releasing the tip of his head from its fabric prison, tracing her nails along his exposed thighs, enjoying his shivers. "Can I touch it?", her cute request. "You can do anything you like to it. Like, literally anything." he replies exuberantly.

Shae laughs again, "You should be careful who you say that to. Intentions are pervasively invisible." Taking Joe's semi-hard cock in her left hand, Shea spits in her right and begins gently massaging and stroking Joey. He lets out a quiet moan and struggles to keep his eyes focused on the road as Shea tends his rod, sometimes revealing and teasing his sensitive head, sometimes massaging it in its sheath. His strong thighs flex under his shorts as he feels the urge to thrust into her groping hold. Swerving a bit as he flexes into her again, she giggles and says, "Maybe we should pull over for a minute."

Pulling to the side, Joe drives his truck just past the treeline, into the woods bordering the dirt road. Park engaged, Shea leans in and pulls Joe's shorts to his ankles. She slides off her tank leaving her luscious breasts popping from their thin flowered satin housing. Joe rests his arm across her back, rubbing and squeezing her flesh with his strong fingers, working his way to her short skirt, towards the lovely scent of her cunt. Ass up, face down, Shae gives him cute batting lashes as she wraps her mouth around his sheathed head.

Slowly extending her warm, wet encroachment down the length of his now rigid cock, her slender back arches, pulling her needy cunt closer to his exploring hands. Joe easily reaches her wet, pungent pussy and begins to gently stroke her cleft. Massaging his cock, up and down with her tongue, Shae seals the vacuum and begins to pump Joe tightly, still keeping her steady pace, their chorus of moans filling the cab. Joe's eyes close and his head leans back, as her steady, undulating mouth and tongue force his need to the front. Before it gets too close, Joe grabs Shae by her hair and quickly pulls her mouth away.

Panting heavily, Joe says, "You're too beautiful pretty momma. I just need a second." He smiles sheepishly at her. "I was guessing about 20 seconds. I'm right there with you sexy." She pants, encouraging him with a smile as her pussy aches for his lovely dark meat.

Catching his breath, Joe removes his shorts and tank, revealing his chiseled dark glory. Shae's lust filled gaze is more than enough to re-spark Joe's attentions. He reaches for her, holding her as he unsnaps her bra. "On your knees please? Joe asks her. She kneels as he removes her skirt and panties, kissing her down her belly.

Sliding back to the driver's seat, Joe lifts her and pulls her on his lap as she angles herself around his muscled thighs and rigid cock. She rises on her knees, soft tits bouncing off Joey's face as she positions herself over his stiff 8 inches. As she sits slowly, they moan together. It's a snug fit.

Finally, resting on his pelvis, she slides languidly up and down, gently coating them both in their juices. Thighs flexing and pressing into her, Joe suddenly grabs her hips and rocks her, hard into himself. She squeals, eyes glazed, as his strong muscle rubs her inner button, slamming it's way to the end of her cave. The look on her face is all the encouragement Joe needs. He holds onto her hips and begins rocking her body into his, fucking her on his lap.

Shae's pussy begins to spasm and squeeze Joe's raging cock as she cums hard around him, yelling her pleasure out to the deer and rabbits, hiding in the trees. Joe leans back watching her beautiful display, a look of half rage in his eyes revealing his primal mind.

He soaks up her energy as he penetrates her applauding hole. His own need rising urgently with her release, he grips her sides, pulling her off his cock and onto the seat. He grabs her hips and sets her on her knees. Gripping a handful of her devolving ponytail, he pulls back on her hair as he thrusts himself inside, her tan arched back and dark locks twisted through his long fingers, painting exquisite memories in his young mind.

Raging passion, unearthed from primal instinct ignites the pair as Joe begins to cum. Filling her tiny body like a bull, he encompasses her, arms over her shoulders, squeezing and thrusting into her, kissing and biting her in his powerful releasing. Entranced with the hotness of this shy boy's feral charge, Shae grips and milks him a second time, synced in orgasmic appreciation.

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Ch 3 - Truck Quest

Dressed and pulling back onto the dirt road, Shae snuggles close to Joe, holding his arm as he heads them towards town. He squeezes her and asks teasingly, "So, what did you learn about the mighty Nubian rod, for science?" She giggles and says, "I learned it's top-notch, grade A, slightly larger than average, beast cock, of which I need many more servings." He laughs, turning up the radio a little for a song he likes. "I'll take that." He grins.

"And what will you tell science about Native American pussy?" She asks, smiling coyly. "Wait. You're Native American?" He chuckles. "Everyone just assumed, because of your show, that you're, you know, 'de dot'." He taps her playfully on the center of her forehead. Bursting into giggles, she says, "Nope. My skin is red."

"Looks brown to me." He teases. "Just a really nice tan. I'm red underneath." She retorts. They smile and fall into silence, both enjoying the song playing on the radio, the closeness they feel in their afterglow gently twining through their bodies. Minutes pass in comfortable silence. When they pass the sign: Ludlow 10 miles, Shae finally pops her question.

"Hey Joey, what do you know about the Mirror House? I've been trying to ask Marnie, but you know how she is. I figure, you must know something," she pauses a moment, "since you're advertising for it and all." She feels his body tense at her asking. "I know it's a secret, private parties or something. I also know the red ribbons are part of it. I just need a few details, pretty please?" Her cute begging, belies the angst rising inside, desperate to know.

Joe keeps his eyes on the road, gathering his thoughts. The Mirror House is the last place he wants to see Shea, especially now they could grow closer. Disappointing her, is not an option for Joe though. He digs mentally for something small to give her, something Marnie won't can his ass for. "I'm not telling you everything. I really can't Shae. You're right about the ribbons though, the red ones. They're a signal..." Shea cuts in enthusiastically, "For who will be in the Mirror House!"

Joe's face sobers a little at her excitement, "That's part of it, yes. But Shea, really, you should stay away from there. The work isn't..." He pauses, "...easy. It's a special brand of hard work Shea. You have a really good following in the burlesque tent. I can help you expand your online presence, create some streams of revenue, if you need money."

Shae stares out the window smiling blankly, "Wow Joey. You'd do that for me? That would be awesome. Thank you." Plan churning in her brain, Shae listens absently as Joe rattles off ideas about how to make her some online income, while she nods and agrees, politely pretending to converse. Her mind is now fixed and focused on her one shot. Joe notices the absence inside her pretty gaze, and hopes to himself she's not dwelling on things best left alone.

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Joe pulls into a parking spot off the street and kills the engine. Opening his laptop, he types for a minute as Shae climbs out and stretches. She walks over to Joe's side and leans on the truck, waiting for him to finish up. Minutes later, as he exits the truck, she wraps her arms around him, giving him her lips. He holds her, feeling her tits give him another kiss.

Cock jumping against his shorts they each give a sly lusty smile to the other. "All right beautiful. Have fun shopping. I'll see you back here in two hours." He smiles and pulls her skirted ass, rubbing into her with his crotch. "I will be here, waiting with pretty new things!" She chirps, kissing him on the cheek as he releases her and presses lock on the truck remote.

Joe begins walking down the sidewalk, as Shae starts off in the opposite direction. Four storefronts down, Joe turns and walks into a bar: the Broken Spoke, proudly lit in their window. Knowing Joe's on business, not pleasure, she hurries back down the sidewalk and slips into the bed of his truck.

Sideways, tits pressed against the passenger side panel of the bed, she covers herself in a tarp, opening one small section to the square tie hole, cut into Joe's bed panel. Keeping herself small against the side of the truck, she watches for Joe to leave the bar. Ten minutes later, he exits the Spoke and walks to his truck, holding an envelope in his hand.

He climbs in the cab and heads two blocks over, parking backward in a dirt lot. Outer view now obstructed, Shae waits for the sounds of his departure. Several long minutes later, she realizes, "He's tapping on his screen. Did it at the last stop too." Finally, the truck begins to sway as Joe grabs his things and slides out of the seat. Two chirps sound as he presses lock, approaching the paved road.

Cue to rise, Shae slides silently out of the tarp and peeks through the back of Joe's cab. Another bar, his destination, Shae turns and checks her phone for the time, taking a few moments of freedom from her dark, sweaty encasement. Sitting low in the truck bed, she watches for fifteen minutes until Joe emerges, thick white envelope standing out against the skin of his under arm.

Quickly, gently, Shae slides back under the tarp pressing into her position as she waits for the next clue. Joe slides in his truck, starting it up and heads out of the dirt lot. Several minutes later, he rolls into a busier part of town. Shae smells the traffic, drenched in sweat under the dark fabric.

"Gonna have to buy something to wear back." She thinks as they pull forward from a light. Choosing a spot at the head of the street Joe parks, placing Shae's little spy hole away from the action ahead. She waits impatiently, Joe taking his time on the laptop, her sweating the moments away in curiosity.

Feeling the familiar sway of Joe's exit, Shae listens impatiently for the chirps. Signal sounded, she slows her urgency and slides weightlessly from the tarp. Peeking around the cab, she sees Joe has taken them to the nightlife center of Ludlow. She counts 3 Strip clubs on this side of the street, a comedy club and several bars spread either side beyond.

Joe's first stop is Enchantment. A wicked grin lights her face, "I knew it. Recruiting for the show. I've fucking got this." She scampers excitedly over the bed of the truck, certain she can find the apparel she needs in this part of town. Catching herself in the truck mirror, she giggles, "I need to clean up first." Soot and grease from the tarp have soiled her a bit. She bounces down the street seeking a change of clothes, and she hopes, a change of destiny.

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"Hey gorgeous, going somewhere?", Joe asks, pulling up in front of Shae, brown skin glistening as his arm lazes out the window. "Oh hell yes! I'm going with you, handsome." She smiles leaning in the window to kiss his cheek. He notices her new outfit, but says nothing, rubbing a hand across her tits as she leans in. Searching and tugging for her nipples he whispers, "If we didn't have somewhere to be, I'd be working for science right now."

Shae leans in again kissing him deeply, as her second short skirt of the day, lifts above her panty line. Two old men across the street stop and stare for a moment. Joe watches from the corner of his eye, wondering, "Are they staring at her ass, or staring at us?"

He lets her go and pats the seat next to him. As she bounces down the step-side, he notices red in her shopping bags, a lot of it. Worry crosses his face, but he quickly hides it with a warm smile, as she slides in the passenger side and scoots right next to him. He puts his arm around her and enjoys her company back to the site.

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Ch 4 - Red Ribbon Special

"Shae honey, hurry up. You're on in 5.", Toni calls through the small bathroom door. "No worries. A little costume thing. I'll be right there." She sits fully dressed on the toilet, screwing up her nerve. "Marnie's gonna shit herself. Fuck. I can handle this." She thinks smoothing down the fringe on her blood-red, half-length, satin corset, trimmed in black lace. Matching garters connected to sheer, shimmering red stockings are met in the middle by a red satin thong also trimmed in the black lace pattern.

Lips shaded exactly to her corset, blood-red, her makeup is carefully toned to her tan skin. A red ribbon is laced through an intricate web of dark braids on top of her head, while the rest of her locks hang curled and loose below. The crown jewel in her costume is an intricately woven, thick black leather choker placed over a wide, red satin ribbon, tied in a bow around her neck .

"I can grind on handsy jerk wads in the dark. Hell, I'll give em a tug if they slip me a benji. You can fuck yourself Marnie. I've got this." She talks herself up one last time, then opens the bathroom door. Toni sweeps by grabbing her arm and pulling her along. "Two minutes left sweethea...", Her voice trails as she gawks at Shae's costume, still rushing them both toward the stage. "What the fuck, little girl?!", Toni asks, gripping her arm sharply. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Toni's expression passes between anger and concern as she moves Shae to her spot, giving her one final checking over.

"Sometimes, you have to grab the bull the horns. I'm ready to ride Toni." Shae speaks confidence out loud, feeling it pass over her, reminding her of her strength. "Problem is pork chop, you don't know what the fuck you're riding." Toni looks at her with what seems like pity. Shae brushes her off and looks ahead focusing on her performance. Walking into the dark behind the scenes Toni calls back, "Better hope that beast don't stomp you to death. Good luck darlin."

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Shae revels in the connection she feels as she begins her first dance, starting with a belly number to draw them in. Group performance already over, the large tent is nearly full. She truly feels the desire she exudes toward the panting patrons.

Their eyes, consuming her flesh, she feels awakened to her sexual power. She moves and flexes, showing them the workings of her agile body, as tips begin filling her large jar at the stage. Hungry horny eyes start to fill the standing area near the front, as Shae sirens them with her art.