of here at night, it's that bad. I mean it's really that good. Girl's gotta look after her vested interests. Lloyd's of London has them insured for a full million. Isn't that too fucking much!?!'
'You can say that again.'
'Hey look, I'll tell Joey to get you a table right up front so you can catch the whole act-drinks and everything on me. I've got five minutes to pull myself together and if you feel like hanging around until the last show maybe we can go out and swing a little. OK?'
'Sure.
Stella Artois and her million dollar Lloyd's of London tits bounced onto the runway preceded by a reedy voiced introduction that came through a crackle of static from an invisible speaker: 'And now ladies and gentlemen it's star time!!! The Plumed Eagle is proud to present the sophisticated miss Stella Artois!!!!'
Stella slid on from the curtain right to the lip of the stage like an Olympic ice skater going flat out. Lisa and Toni gave an involuntary jump in their seats thinking that she might not come to her stop and instead spill right into their laps. She didn't. She gave them a special smile as the drums behind her fed out rolls and snapped herself upright as she met the music and moved to it.
She had a lavender rhinestone choker and a matching halter and G-string that accentuated her brazenly voluptuous frame. In spite of the somewhat grotesque proportions she had reached in her quest for the biggest tits in San Francisco, she still looked pretty damn good and she was moving even better. There wasn't much to her act; the uninspired music that backed up her gyrations were the excuse for her to flaunt her flesh in this exhibitionistic ritual.
It was a ritual that Lisa and Toni were all too familiar with. For striptease to mean anything, to look anything but downright ridiculous two things were needed-a beautiful body and a touch of genius. Stella had the body but the genius was missing. It wasn't all that obvious because of her torso. The act of simulating the process of undressing on stage, of playing the temptress always has the tendency to come off absurd because there are only so many postures a stripper has to fall back on and that is where the element of genius must come in. It is something so simple, so basic that imagination and true creativity are needed otherwise the whole thing falls into the realm of a big joke.
But Lisa and Toni realizing this and thinking it through simultaneously were enjoying the show nevertheless. They drank their champagne and smoked their cigarettes and watched their old friend Stella from Las Vegas getting it on and having a ball and they were genuinely happy for her. The applause began the minute she hit the runway and was as steady as the thudding bass line that held the bottom under her pelvic maneuvers.
Stella was using her body on stage the way she used it off stage, to get what she wanted. She had wanted a job dancing in the chorus in Vegas but there was an objection to her height at a time when tall girls were the rage so she fucked the right people at the right time to change that rule. She wanted big tits but she didn't have the money that was necessary for the lengthy series of injections that would inflate her to her present size so she fucked the doctor. He had no objection to taking it out in trade.
Once every two weeks she would go to his office dressed in the tightest skirt and sweater she had, her makeup three layers thicker than she was used to wearing, her hair a towering bubble of curls because she knew that's what the doctor liked. He was married to a woman that looked like she had just stepped out of the pages of the tennis section of California Living-all scrubbed and All American blonde, waspy and virtuous to a flaw. So he had developed this kink for women that looked like someone's fantasy of a Parisian streetwalker pure Irma La Deuce.
She sucked him and fucked him until she had the biggest set of knockers going and then she said thanks and two months later sent him an autographed eight by ten color glossy of herself decked out in her lavender G-string- the toast of San Francisco. He had it framed and business boomed from then on. He became known as Doctor Tits. The proper endorsement can go a long way.
Stella took a comfortable twenty minutes before she peeled her halter off and kicked her G-string over her head and flashed her snatch at the crowd. She had a good build up and the 'slobs' as she called them did go quite insane with enthusiasm once she bared her nipples.
'How bout a milk shake?!!??' she screamed over a wailing guitar solo and without waiting for an answer grabbed her tits and jiggled them from side to side. They didn't have much mobility but they looked like they contained enough milk to go around the room twice.
'You like em?' she cooed and pumped her hips frantically, duck squatting around the perimeter of the stage, flashing her asshole and her snatch at the audience from a variety of postures. She dropped down onto her knees and went through a set of push ups that had her gigantic boobs bouncing off the lacquered parquet floor like a set of dribbled basketballs. She rolled onto her back and did a series of scissor spreads, slowly while running her right hand across her cunt and asshole while her left hand dabbled at an erected nipple. The more shameless and gross she became the more they liked it, the louder the applause. Toni and Lisa were cracking up in their seats and Stella was cracking up with them.
'This is the way we do it!' she screamed and rolled back onto her knees thrusting her ass out in an arching swivel giving everyone an unobstructed view of everything she had. 'Oh yes!! she belched through the music moving right to the edge of the runway flexing the cheeks of her ass in time to the drums and out of time to the bass.
She brought her upper body straight up, hands above her head, stomach sucked in' and bent backwards grasping her ankles and moving her hips. She held this position for sixty seconds, her tits projecting outwards to their full glory. Her hairdo like her breasts was immobile throughout her acrobatic repertoire.
'Exercise is the answer,' she screamed out, the words rising from the fountain of her throat as her cunt yawned wide open, as the skin stretched to the breaking point across her rib cage.
'You bet it is!' a full throated and boozy voice echoed back at her.
When it was all over Lisa and Toni clapped until their hands went numb. They finished the bottle of champagne and went backstage to see Stella. She was wrapped in a huge, furry orange robe that reached to the floor and made her look shorter than she was. Her makeup was running and cracking across her face, making her appear like a battered and neglected old doll, her hair was starting to wilt.
'Sure takes it out of you-what did you think of my act?' she said in one long breathless sentence, propping her feet up onto a folding chair.
'Loved it,' Toni said.
'Great, really great,' Lisa added.
'I do that twice a night six days a week and I earn every fucking penny I get and how. Who's got a cigarette for old Stella?' Lisa offered her a pack and she fumbled drunkenly with it before extracting one. 'Shit!' she exhaled through a stream of blue smoke, 'You girls gonna hang around for the second show or what?'
'I think we're going to pass Stella because it's been a long day for both of us. We flew in from Reno this morning and it's just beginning to hit me,' Lisa said and knew that Toni was glad she had said it. Stella's act was great the first time around, but sitting there watching her go through her routine had depressed them, had reminded them what a long way they had come. Seeing her spread her legs and flashing her cunt and asking if anyone wanted a milkshake had brought them both back to a time that they didn't particularly want to revisit. Seeing someone they knew at a place where they had been had affected them adversely. Thinking of Stella and what the years would bring her filled them with a dread they preferred not to contemplate.
'Oh yeah. Reno? You livin' there still Lisa?' she asked with her head at an angle, her own siliconed ego momentarily stepping back into the shadows as she made the inquiry. They had both noted how Stella had not bothered to ask either one of them what changes time had wrought-intent only on herself. That was Stella.
'I've got a little motel outside of town that's been keeping me busy,' Lisa said, 'had it for a few years now and it's a living.'
'Oh she's so fucking modest!' Toni interrupted, slapping Lisa on the wrist like a naughty child and moving closer to Stella.
'You should see this so called 'little motel'! Two swimming pools-one for the paying customers and one for herself! Spic and span runs like a well tuned Rolls Royce, Color television and ice in the rooms at any hour of the day or night.'
'Oh yeah?' Stella responded with a faint flicker of interest. Lisa said, 'It's home and I like it. You'll have to come and visit me sometime.'
'I will, I will,' Stella said but didn't sound like she would ever get around to it.
'And are you living in Reno too Torn?' she asked swinging her focus of attention on Toni.
