The alley door

Different show, August, the emerald again because it is mine and it photographs well even when nobody has a camera. After the last number I stood in the side doorway with one hand on the frame, twists down, dress closed, the alley warm and empty. Viktor is thirty-six. Micah is thirty. They had been in the audience, not on the stand, and they had asked together, shy and not shy, whether I wanted two. I said the alley door, oral, and then I want both of you to cum on my face and my chest while I hold this dress up. If that is not what you want, the street is right there. They wanted it. I laughed, because the honesty makes me happy, and I let them into the shadow of the door.

I sank in the doorway where the bulb did not quite reach and took Viktor's cock out first. I sucked him slow, velvet mouth, filthy intent, and I looked up so he would remember my face before he covered it. Micah waited with his cock in his hand until I crooked a finger. I switched. Micah's cock was heavier on my tongue. I sucked him and stroked Viktor, then I took turns until both of them were close and my cunt was soaked under the dress. I stood, gathered the emerald in both hands, and held it up at my waist. No, I said, when Viktor moved like he might fuck me. I did not want either of them to fuck my cunt tonight. Mouth and chest. You can look at my cunt. You do not get it tonight. They groaned and obeyed, which is the part I love.

I knelt again, dress bunched in one fist so my tits and my stomach and my cunt were in the air, and I pointed at my face with the other hand. Viktor came first, across my cheek and my tongue, and I laughed because it was a mess and I had ordered the mess. Micah stroked his cock and came on my chest and my chin, hot stripes over the top of my tits, a drop on the emerald that I did not care about yet. I held still and let them see it. I wiped nothing until they had looked. Then I laughed again, real, and told them they had done it right.

I used a cloth from my bag, fixed what I could, dropped the dress, and checked the hem. They offered a car. I said no. I wanted the walk and the night air on a mouth that had just been used exactly the way I like. They went one direction. I went the other. At home I drank the throat tea and grinned at the mirror with the makeup half off. The band had packed the van without me. Good. They were never the point.