Encore

After completing the three song encore - not genuinely an encore, but intricately planned to showcase her first, last and most controversial hits - Madge had taken a final bow as tens of thousands of dollars worth of fireworks were released over the stadium. ‘Thank you! You were awesome. All of you!’ she shouted, drowned out by the action around her. As she left the stage, still ‘dressed’ in a pair of tight leather studded bondage shorts along with matching crop top and knee high boots. Madge, undoubtedly one of the most famous women in the western world, was still full of energy, although she was now sweating profusely from the exertions of putting on a show with six costume changes in two hours and in front of a hundred thousand people.

Despite the fact that it was nearly thirty years since she broke onto the music scene with her first number one, finishing a major venue on a world tour was always an achievement. This was her tenth. Throughout her multi-platinum career, Madge, although appearing arrogant and self indulgent to the general public, was, in fact, one of the best performers to work for. She was a master of the theatrical performance and appreciated that everyone involved in one of her stadium gigs was vitally important. She treated all her crew with respect and courtesy, from the water boy all the way through to the crew chef and the dancers. Their commitment to her shows were vital to her success and she appreciated this. She was the consummate professional.

Reflecting this perfectionism, Madge herself was a picture of health and, although now in her early fifties, she retained a figure that most women thirty years younger would have died for. She was proud of the fact that she had done it through hard work and healthy living and not through the handy work of one of Hollywood’s many esteemed plastic surgeons. Indeed, not many people had been on the cover of Playboy three times in three different decades.

However, throughout her career she had always had one vice, one weakness that afflicted her and often got her in the newspapers, both when she wanted the attention and when she didn’t - sex. Madge was a self confessed sex addict. Over the length of her career she had been linked to at least seven Hollywood leading men, some of them at the same time, literally. However, as the whole world knew, her real passion was women. She had been openly bisexual for at least twenty-five years and was outspoken with her opinions on LGBT rights. This addiction was at its worst when she was touring and she was known to work her way through her dancers and roadies at an extraordinary rate and with a genuine passion. More often than not, it was the girls, but occasionally one of the guys would get a chance to experience the legend that she was in action.

Entering the secure back stage area, Madge was met by her PA, Meg, and her lead dancer, Franky. As she emerged into the bright back stage lighting, Franky threw Madge a fresh white towel which she caught and started to wipe some of the sweat from her exposed skin. ‘You were fucking amazing tonight, boss. Absolutely amazing.’ Franky, at least twenty five years her junior, but equally toned and lithe, couldn’t contain her excitement.

‘You’re biased, bitch, but thank you.‘ Turning to her PA, she continued, ‘Meg, what did you think?’

Meg had worked for Madge for six years and was a rock for her. It was a relationship that shouldn’t have worked. According to most music journalists, Madge was one of the world’s most famous sluts, yet her PA was, her experienced boss still suspected, a virgin. However, her detachment and honesty was something that Madge really valued. Hollywood was full of superficial wannabes who would have loved the job and would have said whatever she wanted to hear to get it. She knew Meg wasn’t one of these.

‘Well, honey? What did you think?’ she enquired again.

Straight faced and seriously she replied, ‘Well, M, technically it all went well, the crowds were happy, but I can’t believe your wardrobe malfunctioned again. I’m sure the world is sick of seeing your right nipple.’

‘That’s why I love you darling, that’s why I love you’ Madge followed. ‘Now, lets get moving. Are the dancers together yet Franky?’

‘Yes boss, they are; lined up as you asked,’ came the reply.

As they approached the dancers, Madge glanced towards Meg and asked if she had the rose handy. ‘My red rose please babe; I’m looking forward to this one.’

Passing her the large, freshly cut flower, she replied in the positive, ‘Of course, M. Enjoy. I have left everything you requested in the room.’ After a a very short pause, Meg continued, ‘I’m not sure I think its very nice though. Are you sure you should...?’

‘Ssshhh...’ Madge interrupted, putting her finger on her lips like she was asking a school child not to talk. ‘Don’t you worry about that, Meg. Like I have said, you are too nice for this business. That’s why you’re good for me!’ Pulling her PA closer, she exchanged air kisses before giving her a huge bear hug. She whispered in her ear, ‘Don’t worry yourself. You have been awesome for this whole tour so I have left you a little gift in the car lot. Now, go enjoy it and call me in the morning!’

Watching her PA walk down the corridor lined with her dancers, Madge turned to Franky and smiled. ‘She is the best assistant I have ever had, and so fucking innocent.’

Watching Meg turn the corner and out of sight, Franky whispered back, ‘Yes, she brings out the best in you.’ Pausing for a second or two, she continued, ‘And she has an amazing ass.’

‘She has, but she is off limits. She’s strictly straight and I can’t afford to lose her.’ Putting her arm around Franky’s slender frame and letting her hand wander gently down towards her toned ass, she continued, ‘Now, where is this little boy we have planned to take care of tonight then?’

‘He is the sixth on the right. You can’t miss him. Tall, dark and handsome and he should still be in the bondage shorts and boots from the last set.’ Franky described one of her Italian dancers, Luca, with some detail. She continued, ‘Don’t get sucked in by his fancy chat, M. He has already been telling everyone that he has been fucking you in your dressing room, and he talks to the rest of the guys like they are a piece of shit he has just trod in.’

‘OK, relax. It’s sorted. I’ll give him my rose, and tell him to meet me in thirty minutes in my dressing room. Little John is in place, so he will get taught his lesson,’ Madge reassured Franky.

‘Do you really think he will fall for it?’ Franky asked.

‘Of course he will. He is thinking with his cock,’ Madge replied confidently, ‘I have seen his type before, trust me. Now, I have thirty minutes and I need a shower’. Using her free hand, Madge put her finger on Franky’s flat stomach and let her finger wander up, past her pierced belly button and over the leather bikini and cleavage, before teasing the underside of her throat and chin. ‘Join me? You’ll even be able to stay and watch after.’

‘I would love to,’ Franky replied, placing a lingering, gentle kiss on Madge’s cheek.

‘Good. Now follow me.’ As Madge beckoned for the dancers that were lined up on the corridor waiting to be spoken to, they cheered and applauded for a good two or three minutes before the noise subsided and she could address them all.

‘Okay, guys. You were awesome. Absolutely fucking awesome. As this was our last night here, I have booked the Cobra Lounge for you exclusively and the bar is free. Enjoy the night, take your friends and be safe and lucky.’ The Cobra Lounge was one of the most exclusive clubs in the city, not the kind of place dancers would usually get to hang out. Unsurprisingly, they were ecstatic and started screaming and cheering Madge’s name as she started to walk through their guard of honour and towards her dressing room.

Walking down the tunnel, she could see Luca straight away. He was stunning. All her male dancers had awesome bodies; toned, highly defined muscles in combination with skimpy costumes left little to the imagination. However, Luca was also outrageously handsome. Dark, chiseled features and piercing brown eyes. On reaching him, she handed him the red-rose and whispered in his ear. ‘My dressing room. Give me thirty minutes; I need to take a shower first.’

Confidently, Luca placed his hand on Madge’s waist and replied, ‘Of course, babe. You’ll need to take another shower when I’m through with you though.’ He followed by moving his hand further down and firmly squeezing Madge’s arse cheek.

‘Mmmmm. Promises, promises,’ Madge replied with a smile on her face. Inside, she was livid. The fucking arrogance, she thought to herself. The one percent of doubt about what she was about to do had just gone and she was ready. As she walked away towards her dressing room, despite the hundreds of adoring eyes that were watching her, the ones she could feel were his, and they were irritating her. ‘Fucking prick,’ she muttered under her breath.

Opening the door for Franky, Madge followed her into the dressing room and slammed the door behind her. ‘What a fucking arrogant shithead,’ Madge screamed.

Franky had been Madge’s lead dancer for her last three major tours and over the years they had developed a close bond. Despite their differences, they were great friends, confidants and occasional lovers. Sensing her annoyance and frustration, she grabbed Madge’s hand gently and span her round so that she was close to her. Looking directly into her bosses eyes, she slowly moved her lips towards hers and kissed her gently.

‘Don’t worry, he gets his soon. We have thirty minutes to kill before he gets here. Any suggestions?’ she smiled as her hands wandered from Madge’s firm shoulders down her back and onto her toned ass.

‘I must stink babe. Lets get in the shower,’ Madge replied as she heightened her focus on Franky. ‘Why don’t you show me why I keep inviting you back here?’

Automatically, the younger woman moved backwards a few steps so that her partner could take in what she was about to see. Slowly, and without loosing eye contact, she contorted her arms and removed her leather crop top over her head with relative ease, exposing her small, but perfectly formed breasts. ‘Maybe its these little babies?’ she asked rhetorically as she started to play with her nipples, making them harder than they already were.

‘Could be,’ replied Madge.

‘Or maybe its this?' Franky questioned as she wiggled out of the leather hot pants she was wearing to reveal her naked ass and freshly waxed pussy.

‘It's everything, you vixen. I love it all,’ Madge exclaimed. ‘Why don’t you get the shower on just how I like it?’

‘Of course, honey,’ came the reply, ‘Hot and steamy, yes?’

‘You know me,’ Madge uttered as Franky climbed in to the shower and started to run the water. Stepping over to her large, mirrored dressing table, Madge could see Franky starting to lather herself in the shower, the white foam suds contrasting her dark, tanned skin perfectly. Her eyes fixed on the view she was getting of her young lover and, as her mind wandered, she found her own slipping inside her leather shorts towards her already swollen and gently throbbing clitoris. After a few seconds of teasing, she regained her focus, slipping her costume off and taking in the view of her own figure in the mirror.

Just as she was about to continue to tease herself in front of the mirror, both voyeur and exhibitionist at the same time, Madge heard a deep voice from the corner of the room. ‘Don’t mind me. You carry on dears.’ It was one of the other dancers, Little John. Meg had let him in earlier and he had already made use of the facilities. She grinned broadly. Little John was one of Madge’s closest friends. He was sat unfazed by what had just taken place and continued to read his book.

The sight of Little John, an ironic nickname for a guy of African descent who was six feet four inches tall with the build of a linebacker, dressed in a white fluffy bathrobe sitting cross legged reading chick-lit was somewhat eye-opening. ‘You carry on. Don’t worry. When he comes, I’ll make myself scarce until you need me,’ he continued.

‘You don’t mind being involved, John? Are you sure?’ Madge checked with her friend.

‘Are you serious? This guy is the biggest knob I have ever worked with. He is rude, homophobic and some of the things he has been telling people he has done already with you, boss... I am seriously looking forward to it!’ he replied. ‘You are videoing it I hope?’

‘Oh, yes. Fuck yes,’ Madge exclaimed.

‘Outstanding,’ he replied. ‘Now go and make that girl cum, before she does it for herself.’ Even John, who was categorically gay and not in the slightest bit interested in watching what was going on, had noticed that Franky had been masturbating discreetly in the shower while waiting.

‘Okay, I’m there,’ Madge retorted.

Carefully stepping into the spacious shower cubicle, Madge winced initially as the heat of the water caught her at unawares, and stung a little. However, her attention was very quickly captured by Franky, who gently pulled their bodies together and started to run her wet, soapy hands all over her friend's body.

Relaxing, Madge’s eyes closed and her lips met Franky’s. They slowly started to tease each other, occasionally darting a tongue towards the other before pulling it away and starting the ritual again. Franky’s hands wandered throughout. As a woman with relatively small breasts, Franky adored the feel of Madge’s large chest that, despite her age, still retained great shape and firmness. She also loved the feel of her large nipples and enjoyed the soft moans Madge made as she gently rolled her nipple between her fingers.

‘God, you do that so well,’ Madge half whispered and half moaned. ‘Who taught you to do that so well?’

Giggling like a schoolgirl, Franky whispered into Madge’s ear, ‘You did, silly.’

‘Oh, yes,' she giggled. ‘Wow, I must be awesome then.’

‘You are. You are amazing.’

With that, they continued to kiss each other while Franky’s hand started to wander down her stomach and through the light covering of blonde pubic hair Madge always retained. She had never been into shaving fully and Franky liked it this way. Sliding a finger down a little further, Franky had no trouble finding her clitoris as it was already engorged and enlarged, sensitive from both the rush of the show she had just completed and the situation she was currently in. As the pleasure intensified, Franky felt Madge noticeably relax her body, and started to rely on her younger partner to bear some of her weight as she brought her to the brink of release.

As they kissed gently, Franky knew that Madge was about to come because she relaxed further, slightly opening her legs, and wrapping both arms around her neck. ‘Does it feel good?’ she enquired, knowing full well what the answer was.

‘Fuck yes,’ she murmured, ‘It's good.’ After a few more seconds of teasing, Madge let go and the waves of orgasm started to spread throughout her body. For a good minute, she was unable to move, and the only noise she could make was a gentle grunting as she tried to catch her breath.

As the initial incapacitation caused by the spreading pleasure of her orgasm subsided, Madge, while still holding Franky’s body close to her, turned her slowly round so that she had her back to her and was facing the jet of the shower directly. Taking the initiative away from her partner, she pushed the younger woman’s top half slightly forward, before running her hand from her small, perfect breasts, down over her stomach and towards the now ultra sensitive area between her legs.

Slowly but rhythmically rubbing her clitoris in a circular motion, she whispered in Franky’s ear, ‘Now it's your turn, honey; let yourself go.’ Franky’s response was inaudible, more a groan of pleasure, and Madge’s pace increased slightly. Sensing that she was getting closer to coming, Madge continued to use words to speed the process up. ‘C’mon Franky. Let it go, I want you to stop fucking around and cum for me.’ Using her free hand, she gently grabbed Franky’s wet hair, pulling her head back.

Madge was now gently rolling Franky’s swollen clitoris around between her thumb and forefinger, and her whimpers were getting louder and louder. After a few more seconds, Madge felt Franky’s legs start to wobble and give way as the first tremors of her orgasm emanated from the centre of her body through her limbs.

‘Oh yes, oh ...’ Franky moaned.

‘Is that good Franky; do you like that?’ Madge asked as she continued to tease her friend.

‘You know it is, don’t stop yet. Oh fuck, ohhhh ...’ Franky answered as she pushed her ass back, grinding into Madge’s body.

After a good minute or two of basking in her own pleasure, Franky turned around to face Madge, and wrapped her arms around her. After losing each other in a gaze for a few seconds, they kissed gently and held each other until Madge reached for tap and whispered to Franky, ‘Let's get out; we have to get ready for our little plan.’

As the two women dried off, glowing from their earlier fun in the shower, there was a discreet knock at the door. ‘Here goes, guys,’ said Madge as Franky arranged a large towel around her torso and Little John got up from his seat and moved behind a large modesty screen next to one of the walls.

Standing by the door, pulling on her bath robe, she asked her security guard who it was. He responded simply ‘Some guy named Luca, M. He has the rose. Should I let him in?’

‘Of course, darling, send him through,’ she said, smiling at Franky.

As Luca came through the door, he looked stunning and, in different circumstances, Madge would have loved fucking his brains out. As he entered the room, he handed her the rose with a kind of smug smile on his face, kissing her on the cheek and whispering, ‘This is for you, darling.’

‘Prick,’ she thought to herself.

On stepping back, Luca noticed Franky sat on Madge’s bed wrapped in a towel and initially looked a little confused. Sensing this, she sought to reassure him. ‘Franky and I have just taken a shower together; I hoped you wouldn’t mind her hanging around and watching?’

Eyeing up Franky, removing the towel with his eyes, he responded, ‘Of course not, I’m sure I am capable of performing for both of you.’

‘Nice. But remember, in here you play by my rules,’ Madge stated, continuing, ‘And today, I am feeling a little kinky.’

‘No problem, honey,’ Luca responded, ‘I’m all yours.’

This time, taking charge of the situation, Madge approached Luca, making sure that her robe opened fully, revealing her large full breasts and neatly trimmed blonde bush. As she reached him, she placed her hands on his leather shorts cupping his cock and moved her lips to his. They exchanged a deep, passionate kiss as she helped him out of what was left of his costume. Now fully erect, Luca was at least seven inches long cut and his cock felt amazing in Madge’s hand. Continuing to explore Luca’s mouth with her tongue, she moved her hand down slightly, cupping his balls and squeezing gently. Luca clearly wasn’t used to this kind of treatment but from the increased ferocity of his tongue between her lips, she could tell he liked it.

Breaking from their embrace, Madge put her hand playfully on Luca’s chest and pushed him towards the king size bed in the corner of her room. ‘Lie on the bed for me, stud,’ she ordered him, ‘I’m going to be cuffing you to the bed. I trust that's okay with you?’

‘As I said, I’m happy to play by your rules, babe,’ he responded.

As he lay down on his back, Madge reached for the cuffs that Meg had left under the pillow for her and fixed Luca’s hands so that they were stretched above and behind his head. As she made sure that they were on properly, Madge stretched across Luca, her breasts dangling temptingly in front of his face. He tried desperately to coerce one of her nipples into his mouth but she knew exactly what she was doing, keeping them just out of reach.

‘You're a fucking tease, aren’t you, Madge?’ Luca exclaimed.

‘You're damn right,’ she responded.

Reaching under the pillow again, Madge then produced a role of industrial grey tape, the kind used by her techies to tape wires down to prevent people tripping; the really tough stuff.

‘What are you planning to do with that?’ Luca asked. For a second or two he seemed to lose the air of calm and cockiness that he had been full of.

‘Don’t worry. I’m not going to wax you. I’m just going to tape over your eyes. I don’t want those delicate eyes seeing the kind of things that are going to happen in this room tonight,’ Madge responded with a glint in her eye, and this reassured Luca a little.

After applying the tape across Luca’s eyes, Madge sat on his chest. The arrogant bastard was now totally at her mercy, cuffed to the bed and unable to see anything. ‘Now then, young man, what should I do to you? Or maybe Franky can help me?’ She was so close to him he could smell her moistness.

Having regained his composure and despite his helplessness, Luca responded, ‘You could always sit on my face and let me give you the best orgasm of your life.’

Madge laughed playfully, ‘Franky has already given me that today and trust me, there is no way you can compete.’ She paused. ‘Anyway, this is all about your pleasure now, my boy.’

‘Sounds fine by me,’ Luca accepted unsurprisingly without any issue.

After sharing another long, deep, passionate kiss with Franky, Madge, doing her best to make a convincing show that she had just thought about the next course of action impulsively, stated, ‘Okay, Luca, you big hard stud, we are going to play a game. It’s called, "Guess who is giving me a blow job." We take turns giving you a blow job, and you have to try to guess who it is? As a bonus, we will make a little video, and then we will send it to you tomorrow to see if you were right. How does that sound?’

‘Perfect. Let’s go,’ he stated, gently thrusting his hips forward and up.

Despite the fact that they were setting this prick up, how good Luca looked, cuffed to the bed and incapacitated, with his rippling abs, perfect pecs and rock hard cock standing to attention, was not wasted on either Madge or Franky so they thought that they would both have a little fun with him before the real encore.

Initially, Madge took the leading role, and initially started to tease Luca’s cock with her tongue. Holding it between her fingers at the base, she ran its tip all the way up his shaft, tracing the bulging veins, before circling the head. Focusing attention on the sensitive underside, she gently started to simultaneously wank him off with a gentle circular motion. Luca’s groans indicated he was enjoying the experience.

Continuing to wank him off, after a minute or two of tongue teasing, Madge beckoned Franky closer and invited her to start to tease the head of his cock with her tongue. Needing no further invitation, Franky started to work on him, preferring a more vigorous, harder method. Replacing her friends hand with her own, Franky took Luca deep inside her mouth and worked his shaft with haste, in an attempt to get him as close to coming as quickly as possible.

‘Oh my fucking lord. I have no idea who did what then, but you were both fucking amazing.’ Luca was still cocky and arrogant but after around ten minutes of sharing his cock between themselves, taking turns and occasionally working together to create greater intensity, Luca’s demeanor changed from someone who, despite his current incapacity, was fully in control and confident, to a guy became more aggressive, and who was on the verge of orgasm and would do anything to get it out as soon as possible.

‘Fuck yes, you guys are seriously gonna make me cum soon,’ he half whispered and half grunted. ‘Who’s gonna finish me off?’

Madge responded seductively, ‘Well, Luca, this is where we start the video and you can see tomorrow.’

‘You really are a kinky bitch, aren’t you? You’re a fucking whore,’ he continued.

‘Yes I am, Luca; you really don’t know the half of it.’ Madge grabbed her mobile and started to film the scene that she could see. She focused on Luca, handcuffed to the bed, with tape over his eyes, and then on the side of the bed where Little John had come out from his hiding position and positioned himself above Luca’s erect and explosive cock. Giving her friend a thumbs up showing that she was good to go, Little John, using the tips of his fingers so as not to reveal the size of his large hands started to rub the head of Luca’s cock before he took virtually his whole length into his warm mouth.

‘Oh, fuck yes, you old whore, that has to be you,’ moaned Luca, ‘A deepthroater.’ His words soon disseminated into babble about the fact that he was going to cum.

John, who had been openly gay since his teens, was an expert cock sucker, and within seconds gave Madge a look that Luca was about to let go and cum. Although he hated the guy, she could tell that secretly Little John was enjoying sucking his cock.

‘Oh fuck, I’m coming you fucking whores. Don’t stop ... oh, fuck, yes, ...’ his words stopped as he bit is lip.

John was using his tongue to really intensify the pleasure that Luca was feeling, and the thrusts of his hips indicated that he was coming with an intensity he had never felt before. Enjoying every last drop, Little John made sure that Luca was completely finished before he removed his mouth and fingers from his ultra sensitive cock. Quickly and quietly, he gave Madge a cheesy grin and thumbs up on the camera before retreating to his hiding spot behind the modesty screen.

Both grabbing Luca’s cock, massaging it gently and sitting either side of him, Franky eventually removed the tape from over his eyes. She yanked it hard and it hurt as it came off. After the initial shock of the pain, he didn’t seem too worried. ‘That was amazing,’ he uttered as Madge released his hands from the handcuffs, ‘So, who was it?’

With a little less humour and a harder edge in her voice, Madge responded, ‘You will see when you get your video tomorrow. Now, get your costume on and go. You have had your end of show treat, and Franky and I have got some unfinished business to attend to.’ Madge picked up his shorts and shoes, passed them to him and ushered him towards the door.

As he left the room, still a little dazed, Luca turned to Madge and Franky, who by now had started to caress each other once more and checked once again, ‘So, you’ll send me the video, I cant wait to see who it was who did that. Seriously, it was the most amazing blow job I have ever had.’

‘Franky has your number, you’ll get the video tomorrow, honey, I promise. Now go,’ Madge replied, getting a little annoyed but trying her best not to show it. ‘Make sure all your friends are watching as well.’