Circus Excite

by Nikki Magennis

  Contents

  About the Book

  About the Author

  Title Page

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Epilogue

  Copyright

  About the Book

  Julia Spark is a professional dancer, newly graduated. Jobs are hard to find and, after a curious audition, she finds herself running away with the circus – a circus of erotica.

  It’s an adult show full of bizarre performers trained to arouse the audience. And not only does the ringmaster mesmerise his artists, but also seems to have taken a special interest in Julia. He dares her to experiment, plays with her desires and encourages Julia to explore the darker secret side of her sexuality.

  About the Author

  Nikki Magennis is a writer and artist who lives in Glasgow, Scotland. Her stories have appeared in numerous short story collections, including Sex in Public, Sex with Strangers, and Sex and Music. She is also the author of Circus Excite and The New Rakes, all available from Black Lace.

  Circus Excite

  Nikki Magennis

  1

  ‘FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDOM!’

  A girl in a crumpled ball gown and stilettos stood at the top of the steps waving an empty champagne bottle in one hand. Her dishevelled hair and flushed cheeks gave her a wild look that was a far cry from her usual poised demeanour. Julia, watching from the street below, knew the girl from her classical dance class. She’d always thought her a stuck-up prima donna and was quietly delighted to see her sweaty and hysterical with mascara running down her cheeks.

  Julia smiled. Tonight was the last time she’d be together with all her fellow students. She and her friend Karin were sitting on the wall outside the Union and downing an illicit half-bottle of fizz before they went in to the graduation ball. It was a balmy summer evening; the air was full of celebration buzz, and she felt a surge of anticipation that made her light-headed and jittery.

  A funky up-tempo Stevie Wonder song was playing inside the hall, the music spilling out of the tall windows and into the street. Without thinking Julia started counting the beat, moving her shoulders along with the rhythm. She couldn’t help herself – whenever she heard music she started keeping time, like one of Pavlov’s dogs. She felt her hips twitching and the butterflies in her stomach start to jump. She elbowed Karin.

  ‘Freedom indeed,’ she said. ‘Are we ready for it?’

  ‘Ready? Are you crazy, girl? I’m gagging for it. No more 6 a.m. starts, no more Advanced Pilates . . . Christ, Julia, we’ll be able to join the real world again.’

  Julia watched as a couple of guys climbed the steps, white shirts unbuttoned at the neck, hands in pockets. They moved with the natural grace of male dancers, muscles taut and spines straight. Julia eyed them wickedly.

  ‘Yeah, but I’m going to miss Contact Improvisation.’

  ‘Julia, when you’re let loose from here you’ll have the whole of London to practise your moves on. A world of men to fuck.’

  ‘True. But you know, dancers do have the most phenomenal stamina.’

  ‘And they’re phenomenally over-sensitive. At least we won’t have to deal with the jealous fits any more,’ Karin reminded her.

  ‘Oh, you’re right there. Three years of sulking boys is more than enough.’

  ‘Three years of juggling lovers would be enough to exhaust anyone. Specially with six hours of practice a day on top.’

  Julia nodded.

  ‘I guess the dance classes were supposed to be the important part.’

  They watched as the boys entered the glass doors to the students’ union, joining the throng in the entrance hall. As she looked at the crowd of glammed up, excitable new graduates, Julia saw it all play back in a whirl. Sweating bodies, aching muscles, the pounding of her heart as she relentlessly practised, practised, practised – and all along the steady beat pounding out an endless rhythm she couldn’t resist.

  ‘To the dance!’ she said as she turned to Karin, holding up her glass.

  ‘Fuck dance, darling, let’s drink to escape.’

  ‘And wild adventures.’

  Behind them, the noise of the party spilled down the steps. Julia drained her glass and jumped down from the wall.

  ‘Let’s get moving. Our last chance to seduce the undergraduates.’ She smoothed her silk dress over her hips. The fabric was silver and shimmered like the skin of a fish, revealing her toned curves and the taut musculature of her thighs. ‘The night is young.’ With a wink at her friend, she sashayed up the steps and into the school’s foyer.

  Inside was a mess of balloons and streamers, girls in fancy dresses and men in tuxes, shirts unbuttoned at the neck and dishevelled. Drunken students clung to each other, slurring promises of undying friendship. Karin stepped lightly over an inert body lying passed out on the floor, heading towards the ballroom where the music and chatter built to a deafening roar. The corners were full of writhing bodies, couples kissing in a frantic last-minute surge of emotion. It could have been a scene from a French masquerade. Julia walked with a confident stride through the crowd. She turned heads as she did so, men eyeing her high, rounded ass and toned legs. Julia dressed in clothes as playful and vivid as her personality – calculated to tease. She knew everyone was staring at the outline of her tits under the dress, and smiled back at them as she walked into the dark cavernous ballroom.

  In here, the music was loud enough to make her guts vibrate, and she felt herself break out in a sweat with the heat of a couple of hundred bodies rubbing up against each other. The dancefloor was packed, and the girls fought to get through the crowd. Julia grabbed Karin’s waist and clung on tightly, feeling the temperature rise as they made their way towards the bar at the far end. It was easier to get through if you jigged yourself around, and Julia found herself crushed against the dancers, grinding her hips against other revellers and dancing onwards. Arms wrapped around her waist; a hand stroked her spine; she felt a warm pressure on her arm as a girl brushed her breasts against her. The atmosphere was jubilant, intoxicating. Bodies en masse writhed and bumped in time to the music. Julia felt herself melting in the heat, her heart beating strongly and her body pulsing with the bass drum. Karin grabbed her wrist and shouted to make herself heard.

  ‘It’s like Dante’s inferno in here. I’m going upstairs. Get me a vodka, will you?’

  She pushed a £10 note at Julia and disappeared into the throng, leaving Julia to bump, grind and fight her way to the bar. It was three deep, and piles of empty bottles and glasses were strewn over the counter, while the exhausted bar staff struggled to hand out more beer. Julia realised it would be a hopeless battle to get served

  A dark-haired boy leaning against the pillar caught her eye. She squeezed into a tight space next to him.

  ‘Rory!’ She had to shout over the joyful sound of Donna Summer and a disco beat.

  ‘Hey.’ Rory smiled back at her. His hair was all mussed up and sweaty and he looked as sweet and sexy as ever with his impish face and high sharp cheekbones. Julia hugged him hard and leant in to his shoulder.

  ‘Aren’t you going to give me a dance?’ she asked, knowing exactly what the answer would be. She found Rory particularly easy to manipulate.

  ‘I guess getting a drink is looking unlikely,’ he agreed, taking Julia’s arm and swaying back towards the floor. With one arm looped round his
neck, Julia started swinging her hips. She could feel the muscles under his suit, and the way he held himself perfectly tensed, ready to respond to every turn she made. They fitted together snugly, clicking into the groove and winding round each other with practised fluid movements. Julia grinned, knowing his body and how good he looked under his clothes. She pressed herself closer till her mouth brushed his neck and she inhaled the scent of his aftershave mixed with the tang of sweat. The familiar smell gave her a sudden rush of nostalgia, a rising feel of sweet affection for the life she was about to say goodbye to forever. She let her hip bump against him in time with the music, and sank into the familiar, delicious feel of moving with a man. Rory swung her round and folded her into his arms, pulling her against him so he could press her up against the length of his body.

  ‘Nice moves, Jools,’ he whispered into her ear, so close she could feel the tickle of his breath warm her neck. ‘You always were the sexiest dancer in class.’

  Rory had his arm round her waist, and he pulled her in tight, so she could feel the bulge of his cock rubbing against her ass. Julia knew he was telling the truth, not just flattering her. For a start, her body was far from the delicate fragile ideal of a classical dancer. Her breasts were full and heavy, her hips curved and sensuous. Though her muscles were rigorously toned, and she had the strength and graceful lines of a cat, there was a soft extravagance to her body that invited men to touch it. In the centre of the dancefloor she looked at the bodies surrounding them. Usually clad in sweaty T-shirts and leggings, tonight everyone was glammed up. In the throng surrounding them, bodies moved with abandon, forgetting the precise and measured movements of their schooling and enjoying the sheer pleasure of rhythm.

  Across the floor, Julia recognised the girl chosen as principal dancer for the school’s company. Around her was a circle of girls shaking their hips like divas. They wore ball gowns with plunging necklines that showed porcelain skin and modest little breasts pushed upwards with padded bras. Standing tall and willowy in spike heels, the girls seemed to be haloed with a special aura of preciousness, as though destined to be spot-lit and adored. They were flawlessly made-up, hair pinned in elaborate chignons, their lips painted hard dark shades of red. Although their movements were faultlessly executed, they didn’t have the special dirty kind of moves that Julia had. She smiled inwardly, knowing that in this environment she was queen. In the rarefied strict atmosphere of the studio she had looked wildly out of place, her full extravagant figure and shimmering outfits a splash of vibrancy. While the girls in the circle danced with effortless control, turning exquisite poses and holding themselves gracefully, Julia had been too full of a desire to move wildly. She had struggled to maintain her poise. She was just too sensuous to be a dainty ballerina.

  On nights like this, she was let loose and her body ached for it. As she felt Rory jam himself hard against her and reach down to stroke his hands along her thighs, Julia kept shimmying with the music, feeling the light jiggling of her tits, the rub of fabric against them as her nipples stiffened and stood out. In front of her, another man turned to see her, and moved irresistibly towards her, blatantly staring at her cleavage. She wasn’t surprised – her dress had a low stiff bodice that held her breasts gently and threatened to let them spill over the top. She met his eyes and held his gaze. Still feeling Rory at her back, working his hands at the fabric of her dress, letting the hem ride up so that her stocking tops were exposed, Julia locked her eyes on the man in front of her and bit her lip. He was dancing closer to her, pulling his own dance partner round so that he was next to Julia. Now they danced side by side, the man still twirling the girl he was dancing with – girlfriend? Julia didn’t care. She adored this illicit flirting with strangers and the thought of turning on another guy while he danced right next to his unsuspecting partner was enough to make her wet. Their shoulders rubbed together, and Julia smiled at him as Rory nuzzled his face into her back and bit gently on her neck. If he was aware of Julia’s divided attention, it wouldn’t shock him.

  ‘You like that guy staring at your tits, babe?’

  So he had noticed.

  ‘Shut up and keep dancing, Rory.’ Julia felt a surge of power as she was crushed between the two men, the focus of their rapt attention. Hidden by the darkness of the dancefloor and the confusion of flailing limbs, she reached for the man beside her, pushing one hand quickly up under his shirt so she could feel the lines of his muscular stomach. She worked her fingers under his waistband, slipping her hand over the brush of hair that led down into his boxer shorts. He stiffened under her hand, twisting round so that their antics were hidden from his dancing partner. Julia felt a little thrill of victory.

  At the same time, Rory had managed to pull her skirt up so that her bare ass was rubbing against his trousers. She felt his thumb hook the elastic of her G-string and pull it aside. It was a delicious risk to take, him practically stripping her in the crowd. Julia felt herself getting dangerously turned on so it was becoming hard to keep dancing. The three of them were locked in a tangle, and any minute someone next to them might notice they weren’t just pretending to dance sexily.

  As she felt her knees start to weaken and strained her hand to reach inside the guy’s trousers, Julia noticed Karin approach through the crowd. Even in the disorientating atmosphere of the packed and dark dancefloor raked with strobe lights, Karin grasped the situation in a split second. She raised her eyebrows at Julia as though questioning her. Ignoring the two men, she grabbed her friend by the shoulders and leant in to speak to her:

  ‘You’ve got some fucking nerve, girlfriend.’ Her tone was teasing. ‘How many d’you think you can do at once?’ Julia sensed a dare in her question.

  ‘How about we put on a little show?’ she retorted, feeling gleeful as she sensed the two of them were about to start their favourite game. Dancefloor power plays were a regular feature of their nights out. All it took was a little imagination.

  ‘I’m game,’ said Karin.

  ‘Come here and give me some tongue, then, you dirty bitch!’ Julia laughed, knowing how to play the game with Karin. Without pausing, she reached out with her free hand and pulled Karin towards her, making a pout and winking at her. It never failed. As soon as the girls started mock-kissing and dancing closely with one another, the whole dancefloor would be focused on their erotic routine. She looped her arms round Karin’s body, now feeling herself the centre of a knot of three people working their bodies against hers. Getting worked up, Julia looked around to check who was watching. She saw with satisfaction that a couple of girls were stealing sideways looks at the curious rhythm of the group of bodies dancing next to them. She gave the tall blonde girl a teasing little smile and stuck out her ass further, loving the feel of displaying her body as though she were fucking in public. Beside her a guy materialised, broad and bulky with his face wearing a dazzling smile.

  ‘You’ve just made my fucking night, girls! Don’t stop, babe.’ He shook his head at Julia, making a low whistle as he nodded and let his gaze sweep over her bared legs and the tangle of her limbs meshed with Karin’s.

  ‘I’d bend you over and fuck you right here if I could,’ he roared at Julia’s ear, and she felt Rory pinch her ass hard, playing jealous. ‘Mind if I cut in?’ The newcomer was worming his way between Julia and Karin, trying to push right up against Julia’s tits. She could see the sweat running down his face and feel the bulk of him imposing on her as he pushed his leg between hers, letting her crotch rub up against his thigh. Julia now found herself caught in the middle of three guys, and saw Karin, pushed out of the circle, throw up her hands in surrender. Around her other heads were turning, but instead of feeling embarrassment she revelled in being centre stage. Her dress had been crushed, crumpled up and pulled aside: she was showing so much flesh she might as well have been wearing just her underwear. Rolling herself around, straining against the arms and thighs of the men moving with her so intimately, Julia knew this was how she was meant to dance. This display of
her sex, voluptuous and sensual, was the desire that had driven her since she was a teenager. She needed this, needed to feel eyes and hands, mouths and skin on her body. She felt the gaze of every man around her running over her, wanting to touch, wanting to bump up against her and possess her.

  What was dancing about if it wasn’t sex? What was the pounding beat, the pulse of the bass, but an invitation to bang your body against someone else’s? Julia felt herself dissolve in the rhythm, the crowd around her surging and rocking in time, the night melting into a charged electric buzz while the beat of the slinky electro kept urging the crowd on. Under the white strobe light, Julia saw flashes of the dancers: a bare back glistening with sweat; teeth flashing in a sharp smile; eyes turning towards her; smiles; hands reaching for her. She realised with a thrill she was now the apex of the crowd. There were no other women around her. Karin had slipped into the background and Julia was on her own, surrounded by men who fixed their gaze on her grinding hips, the sight of her stocking tops and braced thighs. She heard the music resonate through her feet and up her legs, and felt a shiver as she recognised the opening beats of one of her favourite songs. Pulsing through the hall now was a dark throbbing electro bass line that looped slower and slower as the sound of a woman mewing rose in pitch. Julia felt her own excitement rise as the intensity of the woman’s cries melded with the steady thud of the drums, her voice growing louder till the whole hall reverberated to the sound of the singer groaning in ecstasy. A song to fuck to – or to dance to as though you were being fucked.

  Julia slipped into the movement and felt every beat resonate through her body, knew just how far to throw her hips, thrust her tits and lean back, aware of every pair of hungry eyes following her movements, aware now of herself as part of the music, a lush sensuous fantasy made flesh. She felt Rory’s dick pressing urgently against her ass, so hard now it was digging into her with urgency – as was the cock she could feel stiffening as she brushed it with the back of her hand, while the bulky third guy roved his hands roughly over the curves of her body. She watched as a the onlookers moved nearer, circling in towards her, dancing so close she could feel the heat from their bodies increase her own temperature, till she was at boiling point, melting, wanting to rub herself off in full view of the crowd.