by Lisa Vild
“Thanks for letting me stay with you guys. It’s only until I find something else, I promise!” Ella smiles, gratefully at them, and they both wrap their arms around her waist and laughs.
“Don't worry, sweetheart. Feel free to stay”, Malin says, and Linn nods happily.
“Then we will have more time to practice—and more time to get to know each other. You know, chemistry is important, if it's not right it shows on stage,” Linn continues.
When they arrive at the flat, they all end up in the bed, exhausted and tangled up in each other. Even if the bed is big, it gets crowded. Ella feels like an intruder, and she tries to stay on her edge of the bed, to take up as little space as possible. She takes off her dress and quickly gets under the duvet with her back against the others. Linn and Malin giggle and whisper. Ella closes her eyes and relaxes—she is so tired. Ella is somewhere in between dream and reality when she feels a hand stroking her back. For a moment, she is sure it is a dream. But then she hears Linn.
“Ella... are you asleep?” Linn whispers with a hoarse voice.
She opens her eyes and turns around. Her face is centimetres from Linn's face. The electric tension she felt between them earlier is back. Ella remembers how she stood this close to Linn backstage, what Linn had said about being close and helping each other. At that moment it had been clear that Linn was checking her out—but Ella had thought it was a power move, a way to assert her position in the club. Now Ella understands that she was turned on. Linn wanted her—wants her. Ella feels the tingle. They are both lying completely still, breathing the same air. Then it happens.
Linn’s eyes move to Ella's mouth, and Ella can't stop herself anymore. She looks for Linn’s lips and kisses them. Linn’s hands touch Ella’s cheeks, her neck, her breasts and her stomach. They are everywhere, and Ella can't get enough. She whimpers quietly and presses her body against Linn. On the other side of the bed, Malin wakes up. She had just fallen asleep when she felt the bed shake. It felt like someone was moving. She throws a glance over her shoulder and sees Linn on top of Ella, showering her with kisses and running her hands down her body.
Malin smiles to herself and closes her eyes again. She listens carefully as Linn’s hands make Ella gasp, how they both moan into each other’s mouths. Slowly, to hide that she is awake, she moves one hand down into her panties. She starts to rub her clitoris with her long fingers. She takes her time, moving her fingers in circles, occasionally letting a finger slide over her swollen clitoris. Malin has to bite her lip not to moan. She doesn't want Ella and Linn to know she is awake. Not yet.
Ella presses the soles of her feet into the mattress and lifts her butt up as Linn pulls her panties down over her butt cheeks. The cool air against her wet and warm vagina gives her goosebumps, and the thought of what is waiting around the corner makes her moan. She has never had sex with a woman before, but since she discovered the pleasures of sex, she has fantasised about it a lot. Linn's smiling face disappear in between Ella’s thighs. Linn's tongue against her lips, against her clitoris and inside of her makes Ella moan loudly.
Her hands grip the duvet, and she loses control over her body. She arches her back and struggles to fill her lungs with air, and she can't stop thinking about the fact that this is finally happening. This is all that she could ever dream about. Linn lets two-finger slide into Ella’s wet pussy. With her lips around Ella’s clitoris, she sucks and licks as she makes her fingers glide in and out of her. The sensation is unbeatable. Ella is getting close to an orgasm. It’s quickly building up inside of her. Malin hears how Ella’s moans grow deeper, and she feels how Ella’s body twists and turns by her side.
She has to be close now, Malin thinks when she turns and sees Ella's closed eyes and her open mouth, shaped like an O. She can see that Linn is concentrating on Ella’s thighs. It makes Malin smile, and she bites her lip. She knows precisely how Linn’s soft tongue feels, and she knows exactly how the night will end. The thought of it makes her feel warm. Who needs sleep anyway? Just as Ella thinks that it can't get any better, a new set of lips closes around one of her stiff nipples. Malin’s tongue gently strokes Ella’s sensitive skin, and she looks straight into Ella’s eyes.
With Linn's fingers buried deep inside her vagina, Linn’s tongue pressed against her clitoris and Malin's lips against her breast, Ella gives in to a merciless orgasm. She shakes uncontrollably and lets out shocked laughter. Linn and Malin are now kneeling above her, kissing each other. For a moment Ella lies completely still watching them, but then she sees something wet and shiny on the inside of Malin's thigh. Ella’s fingers reach out carefully to touch it. When her fingers reach the wetness she gasps—Malin is so wet that it is pouring out of her.
Ella removes her hand and watches Linn and Malin move together as one. Linn lies down on her back, and Malin kisses her breasts, lets the tip of her tongue move between the stiff nipples and down around her belly button in a circle. Malin’s tongue wanders down over Linn's pubic mound and then she finds the right spot. Linn lets out a satisfied sigh and closes her eyes. Malin is on her knees, bending forward in between Linn's legs, with her ass straight up in the air. Her wet pussy is in front of Ella, and she carefully closes in on it, with big eyes and her heart in her throat.
She places her hands on Malin's butt cheeks and spreads them carefully. Oh, my God. The sensation makes Malin spread her legs even more. She moans into Linn and pushes her butt out, allows Ella to see it even better, also welcomes her. Malin flinches when Ella’s tongue reaches her. She presses her vagina backwards, towards Ella’s mouth, and digs her tongue deeper into Linn’s sensitive skin. The three of them move together. Ella's tongue inside of Malin makes her tongue pulsate against Linn. Tongues, lips and fingers make Malin and Linn reach lovely and wet orgasms.
“Again,” Ella gasps afterwards.
In the silence that follows the orgasms, they lie naked, close together, in bed and listen to the rain outside. Ella is exhausted after her orgasm, and after helping both Malin and Linn reach their climax. Still, she feels horny. She is moving on the edge, and she wants more—she wants to feel warm skin against her own again. Over and over again. Ella grabs their hands and guides them to her wet, pulsating pussy.
“Let’s do that again.”
The following weeks go by quickly. The dancers welcome Ella with open arms. Most of them are helpful, and after many hours of hard training, countless blisters and cramps Ella has finally learnt the basics. Together with her new roommates and dance partners, she shops for underwear, feather boas, corsets, shoes, stay-ups and loads of makeup and accessories. They rehearse a couple of different routines, and Ella is filled with lust every time they dance together. She is so close to Malin and Linn, both at work and in private, but when they dance together, things feel even more intimate.
Their long, muscular legs and curvy bodies arouse Ella. When she sees them move to the music—undress to the music—her whole being tingles and she has to make an effort to keep dancing, to not give in to the lust and throw herself on top of them. After their rehearsals, they let go of all inhibitions. That is when they devote themselves to each other's bodies. In the dance studio, in the dressing room, in the shower and the flat that they share. Ella can't get enough of them, and they probably can’t get enough of her.
Exactly one month after Ella signed her contract, she stands in the dressing room with Malin and Linn, doing her makeup. They help each other with pasties, glitter and tight corsets. They give each other pep talks and cheer in champagne. For the first time, they are performing as a trio. They have their song and their routine and, most importantly, each other. One show and then they will celebrate.
“Oh, my God. I can’t do this.” Ella takes Linn's hand and squeezes it hard.
Her heart beats fast in her chest, and the room is spinning. Linn strokes her cheek and gives her a big and wet kiss, it tastes like lipstick, chewing gum and tobacco.
“You won’t see a thing because of the spotlights. Just look at Ma
lin and me. Do what we do. You can do it, sweetheart.”
Ella takes a deep breath. She goes through the routine in her head for the hundredth time and tries to ignore how nervous she is. When she hears the speakers spark, when the curtain opens and when the spotlight hits her eyes, Ella knows exactly what to do. To the sound of Aretha Franklin’s Rough Lover and the sound of the audience, she dances the routine from beginning to end, together with Malin and Linn, and she does it perfectly.
When their song ends, and the spotlights are turned off, Ella sees the audience for the first time. She sees the smiles, the sparkling eyes and the incredible energy—she sees the same feeling in the audience as the one that she felt the first time she came to Blush. Ella, Linn and Malin are just about to walk off stage when Ella spots a familiar face in the audience. The man is not smiling, and he is not applauding. He looks her straight in the eyes and looks like he has seen a ghost.
“You did so good girls! Ella, you killed it, darling!” Malin puts her arm around Ella’s shoulders and hugs her.
When Ella doesn't reply or hug back, Malin and Linn look at each other.
“What is it? You are all pale, sweetheart”.
Ella sits down on the closets chair and buries her face in her hands. Shit, shit, shit. She feels her chest tightening—it's hard to breathe. Linn squats in front of her, with her hands on Ella’s knees, and Malin strokes her over the back. They don’t say anything; they comfort her and wait for her to explain.
“I saw a family friend, a friend of my parents, in the audience.”
It sounds so childish when she says it out loud. She can't see it, but she can imagine Linn and Malin relax and start to smile. She is a grown-up after all, and she can do whatever she wants—so what if a family friend happens to see her show?
“Your parents don't know you are a dancer, right?”
Ella looks up and meets Linn's eyes. Worried. Neither Linn or Malin are smiling, and it makes Ella feel relieved. She can trust these girls. They will have her back, no matter what. Ella shakes her head, and they all fall silent. Listening to their colleagues being received with roaring applauds on stage. Ella takes a deep breath and exhales. “I have to tell them”, she says to herself and forces a smile. She looks into their worried eyes, and suddenly a giggle fills her up from the inside. She starts to laugh, loudly and uncontrollably.
“What is going on, Ella?” If possible, they look even more worried now, and that makes Ella laugh even more.
“His face was all green! I have probably known him since I was a baby, or at least as long as I can remember... This was probably the last thing that he expected... You guys should have seen his face!”
Malin and Linn look at each other, and slowly the worry on their faces disappear. Ella sees how they start to smile, how her words sink in. Soon they are all standing there, laughing together. They make it into the dressing room where they change into their regular clothes. Half-naked dancers in full makeup and high heels run around them. Some of them are done for the night, like Ella’s group, and some of them prepare for their routine.
“It was entertaining up there. I did better than I expected.”
Ella sits on the little bench in the poorly lit dressing room, looking at Linn as she is blow-drying her wet hair. Malin is putting on her eyeliner in the mirror. Both of them turn to her and smile.
“We have to celebrate!” she continues, and the words light sparkle in both Malin's and Linn’s eyes. This is what they had been waiting for.
“I’ll get the champagne!” Malin shouts as she runs backstage.
When Ella went to Stockholm, a social worker just out of school, without a plan or a goal, she could have never imagined anything like Blush. Not even in her wildest dreams, she could have imagined that she would get to know all these amazing people that she now spends her days and nights together with or that she would dance along with them on stage. The summers before this one, Ella had discovered the joy and the pleasure in being intimate with her own body. She had begun to love herself, and because of that, new doors had opened.
For the first time in a long time, she had felt complete, and not until that moment, she had realised that she had been craving it for all these years. When Ella thinks about the last couple of years, when she remembers her days as a cam girl and the summer with Claude, she realises that she has never felt as comfortable as she does now. On stage, with unfamiliar eyes fixated on her body. The live cam shows paid better, but she also had to show a lot more skin. Her former sugar daddy Claude gave her all that she could wish for, but this wasn't for free either.
With Claude, she felt trapped in the end—like a bird in a cage. The two last summers had been fantastic. They had made her into the woman she is today. But if you compare, this summer was better than all the previous ones. For the first time in her life, she doesn’t rely on anyone else. For the first time in her life, it is all about her—about her pleasure and nobody else's. The thought of that makes her realise that this is who she is. Ella will never be able to sit in an office and talk to people to try to fix their problems. She will never be able to do anything else than this—burlesque—because she has finally found herself.
Her colleagues have become her family. The relationship with Malin and Linn is the best one she has ever had—steamy, free and very safe. Ella picks up her phone from her pocket and scrolls through her contact list. There it is. The number she has dialled so many times in her life that she can dial it without looking. She feels her heartbeat in her throat. Her mouth is dry, and her stomach is turning.
“Ella! I’m so glad that you called. How are you up there?” Her mum sounds genuinely happy, and Ella's stomach protests even more.
Everything inside of Ella wants her to hang up, but she resists. It's now or never. She has to stand up for herself. For once in her life, she has to tell the truth—not until she does, she will be completely free. It feels like an eternity before Ella finally opens her mouth.
“Mum, I have to tell you something.”
Ella, Malin and Linn hold hands in the dark. They breathe nervously and smile at each other. In a couple of seconds, their song will start. The curtain will open, and the spotlights will be aimed at them. The audience will look at them. They will see their bodies move to the music. Their clothes will be danced off and dropped on the stage floor. The audience will gasp when Ella and her colleagues give them all they’ve got and more. They get in their positions: Linn with her hands on her knees, Ella in the middle with her elbows resting on Linn’s plump behind and Malin with her elbows against Ella's ass.
Etta James fills the room with her voice, and the curtain opens. The music is loud, and the three of them move their hips to it. I want to make love to you. The audience roars. Ella smiles at them, and she is intoxicated by the joy she feels. She has finally found her way home—for the first time in her life. She can show the world who she is.
About Show Girl - Erotic Short Story
Ella has spent the last two summers exploring her sexuality and getting to know herself. This summer, she takes the final step in her journey to find herself-although she has just graduated as a social worker Ella takes on show business as a dancer in a Burlesque club. In the spotlight, she comes alive, and when the show is over, she reaches new levels of pleasure with her new friends... Reality feels distant, but when it knocks on the door one night, Ella is forced to make a decision. Will she continue to lie to her family and her friends-to herself?
Showgirl is the third short story in the series about Ella, a young and inexperienced woman who explores herself and her sexuality. Showgirl is the free-standing sequel to Camgirl and Sugargirl.
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