Chapter 7
The sex show was fantastic, and Carla was thoroughly enjoying it.
It was Monday night and Dominique had taken Carla out for some real night entertainment. Carla had spent the entire day by herself, shopping and sightseeing, and then Dominique had returned home from work and quickly changed her clothes and took Carla out to dinner and an evening of fun.
The girls had arrived back at Dominique's penthouse on Sunday night. Both had been tired from their stay at The Ranch and went to bed early.
Monday passed uneventfully for her, a nice, quiet day, and now Carla Hamilton was enjoying a sex show.
They were watching a pornographic magic act. The magician was pulling rubber cocks, one after another, out of the cunt of his pretty assistant. He pulled about a dozen out of her slit and then had her turn around and reveal her juicy ass. He pulled about five more dildos out from between her delectable buns.
When the girl turned around again she had a new dildo in her pussy, with only the end showing. The magician went to pull this one out of her when she said, "Wait! Stop ... not yet!" and the girl grabbed the end of the artificial dick and moved it around inside of her for a few moments and then called out with passion as she supposedly had an orgasm.
"Is she really coming?" asked Carla.
"It sure looks like it," retorted Dominique. "Look at the way she's flushed ... yes, she's definitely coming."
The girl climaxed and then the magician pulled out the last dildo. To everyone's surprise, this one was about two feet in length!
The entire audience applauded. The flushed and glowing assistant bowed and left the stage.
"Now, as my last trick of the evening, a truly amazing feat!" said the magician. Another female assistant came out wearing a skimpy bikini. She immediately removed the bottom of it, revealing a hairy twat.
"Please take a good look at this," said the magician, pointing his wand at the girl's crotch. She reached down and spread the labia open so the audience could see the juicy, pink depths of her cunt. He put one of his fingers inside her slash and stroked it in and out for a moment. When he pulled the digit out, it was wet with her juices.
"I wonder what he's going to pull out of there?" asked Carla with a little laugh. "A rabbit!"
"This is amazing," said Dominique, who had seen the act before. "Watch."
"Are there any doubts that this is a healthy young lady?" asked the magician. There obviously weren't any doubts because the audience was perfectly quiet. The girl turned and got into a tall box and the magician closed the door. "Watch closely!" he said. "You won't believe your eyes!"
The magician suddenly threw open the door and the entire audience gasped out loud.
He was right ... Carla didn't believe her eyes!
The girl had transformed ... it was definitely the same girl, but she was different. Instead of her hairy slit, she now sported a throbbing, erect penis! And it was no phony! It was a real cock ... fleshy, stiff and alive, and equipped with two dangling balls.
"Now," said the magician. "Take your new toy and feel what it is to be a man, my dear."
The assistant looked down and took hold of her new prick and began to rub it, experimentally.
"Oh!" she gasped. "It feels nice ... yes! Like this."
The girl's hand stroked fast and soon she had herself on the verge of a male climax. The pecker swelled up in her fingers and began to throb visibly."
"How do they do that?" asked an amazed Carla.
"I have no idea," said Dominique.
The girl was bringing her cock to a fast climax. "Oh ... Oh ... Oh ... I think it's going to happen! Yes! It's going to shoot!"
Sure enough, the prick reared and spit a white stream of cum across the stage. "Wow!" cried the girl. "This feels good!"
The girl finished her ejaculation and the magician closed the box. He opened it again almost immediately and the girl had her amazing cunt back!
The room was filled with thunderous applause. The magician and his assistant bowed and left the stage to a standing ovation.
The Master of Ceremonies walked on stage and shouted into his microphone, "The Great Klarkasliton, ladies and gentlemen. One of the finest magicians of all time!"
When the clapping and cheering finally died, the emcee announced the next act. "Now, for your enjoyment, straight from his engagement in The Big Apple, that sensuous superman of sexy delight ... The Masked Coxman!"
A muscular dancer leaped out onto the stage and began gyrating lewdly to a hot rock number that was being piped out from hidden stereo speakers. He was clad from head to toe in a skintight black costume that included a long, flowing cape. The only part of his body that was bare of the tight material was his cock. His massive pecker hung out in front of him through a perfect round hole in the suit. As he danced and shook the dick at the audience, it grew hard.
The masked man continued to dance up a storm and he reached down and stroked himself. Soon his prick was bucking and he shot off a sticky stream of semen across the stage.
The dancer jumped from the stage and came down into the audience. He moved with the beat of the music among the tables and some of the bolder women were reaching out and sneaking feels on his cock.
He stopped at Carla's and Dominique's table and he looked at the beautiful brunette. Carla saw the sparkle in his grey eyes under the mask. He reached out and took Carla's hand and gently tried to coax her to her feet.
"Oh, no," said Carla, a little smile of mischief touching her lips. "I couldn't."
"Go ahead," said Dominique, urging her friend to stand up.
Carla gave a little shrug and stood. The audience applauded her and she smiled broadly at them.
The dancer turned Carla so her back was to him. He told her to spread her legs and then he pressed his body to hers. His long, exposed organ slid under Carla's crotch and poked out in front of her. She looked down at the huge dong that was sticking between her thighs and up her belly, and giggled and thought that she looked like the girl in the magician's box.
The man began to move his cock back and forth, his dick appearing and disappearing in Carla's crotch. It looked very obscene as it moved against her white designer jeans, growing and throbbing again, getting set to shoot another wad.
After only a few moments of violent thrusting, the man stiffened and clutched at Carla's arms, and she heard him gasp beneath his mask as his organ fired another stream of wet cream into the air in front of her. One gush splashed onto her blouse, leaving a souvenir for her to take with her.
The potent dancer then whispered for Carla to turn around. She did this, showing her perfect ass to the audience, encased nicely in her clinging jeans. The man stood in front of her, now, and let his cock glide between her legs and up the furrow of her gorgeous buns. He pumped his meat like crazy, moving to the tempo of the sultry music, his dick appearing and disappearing this time in the crack of Carla's ass. Soon he shot another load into the air, and it was as copious and juicy as his first two comes.
The audience applauded. This was it for the dancer's act; he had proved himself. He released his hold on Carla and walked away. But instead of taking her seat, Carla was so excited that she moaned and dropped down into a crouch on the stage and desperately rubbed her crotch with her hands. The audience watched as they were treated to a special show, and the lush girl shook with orgasmic throes right in front of them.
The entire audience stood and applauded and Carla's performance was the hit of the evening.
"I don't know what got into me," said Carla. The show was now over and the two girls were enjoying drinks at their table. Carla was crimson-red, from both embarrassment and sexual aftermath.
People were coming over to the ladies' table and asking if Carla was a regular part of the show; a few even asked for autographs.
"How does it feel to be a celebrity?" inquired Dominique, grinning.
"I think it's about time we got out of here," said Carla. "This is just too much."
All the way back to Dominique's penthouse, the girls talked and laughed about the incident.
The following morning, Dominique got up to go to work and Carla slept in. When she awoke, she smelled the fresh coffee that Dominique left brewing. She tossed the sheet off her naked body and went down to have a morning cup.
Carla sat in the small kitchen, drank her coffee and read the morning paper. She took her time and finished the news and her third cup of coffee at the same instant.
Then Carla began to think about the previous evening and the sex show. She murmured and squirmed a bit in her seat as she remembered the dancer rubbing his dick on her and ejaculating all over the place, and then how she had uncontrollably crouched down and had her own fun right there in front of everybody. Her hand went into her lap and began playing with her naked sex.
Her fingers worked gently, softly, as she recalled the show and her pleasure. She spread her legs and let her rump slide down in the seat. She arched her body up and emitted a slight cry as she experienced a delicious little orgasm. She whimpered and half-rose from the chair. After a few exquisite shudders, it was over.
Carla cleaned up, took a shower and put on a robe. She then fixed herself a brunch and took it onto the terrace to enjoy in the morning sun and air. She ate her meal and watched the activities in the streets below.
Carla thought about her husband, and she smiled. It was the first time she permitted herself to ponder Jason and what he was doing ... probably fucking the daylights out of that luscious little blonde ... she hoped ... and she wished more than anything that Dominique's plans to turn her husband into a hot swinger and potent sex-man would work out.
Carla Hamilton sighed, stood up and took her dishes into the kitchen. Then she put on her tiniest bikini and spent the remainder of the day swimming and sunbathing.
That afternoon, Dominique returned early from work and told Carla to get dressed. She was taking her out to dinner.
After a fine meal, Dominique took Carla to the apartment of one of her friends. She was a very beautiful redhead named Vesper. She was one of Las Vegas's most popular and richest call girls.
Carla found Vesper to be both lovely and amusing, and an absolutely charming hostess.
The women talked about The Ranch and Vesper confessed that she hadn't been there in months. Dominique assured her friend that nothing had changed.
The conversation led to Jason, his abilities and powers as a sexual partner, how he was learning new prowess and to enjoy sex to the fullest and Dominique was treating him to the entire gamut of romantic sexual experiences.
"My Goddess," said Vesper. "He sounds like quite a man. I'd like to meet him."
"You will," assured Dominique.