After a mere moment, Elle spun around and faced her friend. Her expression was disconnected, her eyes rolled up and her jaw hanging open. Nat barely registered on her radar as she passed by. Elle's only thought was ripping off her garment and claiming her deserved erotic relief. She skated toward the stage exit and, as she did, she shrugged the straps of the romper over each shoulder, one-by-one. She tugged at the legs and pulled the wedged fabric out from between her labia. This caused the elastic top of the outfit to pull down over her sensitive nipples. They emerged into view even while she was still on stage, but she didn't care; she hoped that, with her back already to most of the audience, and their attention now on Nat, nobody would notice. As she at last crossed though the stage exit, she yanked the top down off of her chest altogether and peeled it down over her torso. She had no care in the world that stagehands, models, and everybody else back stage could see her youthful chest bared. She was happy to have some relief from her torturous outfit, at last.
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In the crowd, Isla fanned herself. The venue was packed full and the temperature was heating up. She watched Nat follow Elle off the catwalk and turned, wide-eyed, to her date. She was shocked by Elle's flagrant grinding. "Did you see that?"
Her partner deflected, "Were those the two girls you know again?"
"Yeah, my girlfriend's daughter and her friend."
The man merely smirked, saying nothing.
"Well, I'll tell you one thing," Isla muttered, "I think I know where she gets it."
That piqued her date's curiosity. "What do you mean?"
"Let's just say I know her parents well. Her mother…" she trailed off.
"C'mon, you know you can't just leave it at that," the man pried.
"Down boy," Isla chuckled, patting his crotch. She then changed the subject. "I'm surprised they're letting her model now. She's so young."
The man shrugged, "I hope she gets to come back for more."
"You're perverse," Isla jeered.
He shrugged, "What? She's cute. She's like a little doll."
With warning eyes, Isla shook her head at her date, but silently she agreed.
The man held up his hands. "Alright, I'll say no more."
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Backstage, Elle skated over to a drinking fountain, pulling the romper ever lower, giving her pussy room to breathe and allowing the cool, backstage air to pass over her naked torso. She doused her face in the chilly water from the spigot and panted as the world slowly came back into focus. She had gotten a little too close to having another public orgasm, and a sense of shame began to grow about it.
Suddenly, Nat came up from behind and goosed Elle's bare sides, startling her. "You looked so sexy out there!"
"Oh, Nat," Elle whined, "I could barely control myself. I nearly creamed my brains out inside this fucking baby-sized romper!"
"I could tell you were barely holding it together," Nat snickered. "You looked so lusty. It was kinda hot, really."
Elle blushed, "At least I didn't embarrass myself in front of everybody this time." She looked down at her outfit and felt the legs. They were saturated with her fluids. "Fuck, they're going to make me pay for this."
Nat squeezed the crotch of the romper and wrung out a generous amount of liquid. "Wow, those things are practically a biohazard at this point," she teased. "I wonder if that will show up in the photos."
"Photos?"
"Yeah, they have photographers out there. Plus, you know, anybody with an iPhone. But I mean like pro photographers. You think we'll be on Freya's website?"
"Maybe you, Nar. You're so good at this. I'm— I'm a mess," Elle despaired.
"Hey, don't say that," Nat consoled her friend. "Maybe you couldn't tell from your perspective, but you were really getting the hang of it out there. Chin up." Nat pulled Elle's face up to hers, then kissed her softly on her lips.
Elle's heart raced and her head got woozy. "Nat," she moaned into her friend's mouth, "You can't do that right now. I'm still so horny, I'm gonna start climbing the walls."
Nat sighed, "Sorry. You're not the only one getting a little riled up. C'mon, let's go say hi to the boys."
They turned to go when they noticed Naomi, the woman who helped run the Libertine kiosk, briskly approaching, her face emblematically stony. Nat, fearing admonishment, attempted to steer them both away from her, but the woman clapped at them to get their attention. "Girls, you are needed."
Nat jumped and they both turned slowly. "Needed?" she inquired hesitantly.
"We are down two models for the final segment, and you are two extras. We need you to step in."
Elle's heart sank. "But I— I really can't," she stuttered.
Nat was a little disappointed, but looked over at her trembling friend, "Yeah, I think we're done for today."
"That's ridiculous," Naomi spat, "You are paid professionals."
"Hey, we only signed on for makeup. Modeling clothes was just a bonus. We're not getting paid for that," Nat retorted.
Just then, Tristan stuck his head around a corner. He saw the girls with Naomi and immediately rushed in to intercept. "Oh thank god, girls, we need your help."
"We know," Nat said flatly, "but we're done."
"What's—?" Tristan started, but stopped himself as he met eyes with Naomi. He forced a smile at her and pleaded, "Naomi, if I may have a moment with the girls?"
Naomi rolled her eyes and sighed, then turned and walked off in a huff.
After she left, Tristan took a big breath before speaking, "I don't think that woman is going to last long in retail. Listen, girls, we're in a bit of a bind. Freya needs two models to finish out this show. Like immediately. I know Naomi hasn't been the best hostess, but I'd like to know what I can do to convince you to take the gig."
"Convince?" Nat asked.
"Yes," Tristan nodded. "How can we compensate you for the extra work?"
Nat instantly recognized the value in the offer and pulled Elle away, saying to him, "One moment." Once they were out of earshot, she turned to her friend, "Elle, baby, I'm ready to be done with this, too. And listen, I'm fucking soaking through my panties right now, too, waiting to get back to those boys so we can have some fun, so I know at least somewhat how you're feeling right now. And I know it's a risk, but just think of what we could get out of this. They need us."
Elle held a thousand-yard stare. She knew she wouldn't be able to get through another walk down the runway in her condition. She knew that, even if she had a chance to cum before they went out that she wouldn't be in any condition to be seen in public. But still, for her friend, she nodded.
Nat rubbed Elle's bare shoulders. "What would make it worth your while to do one more run, down and back? They even said it's the last segment for the day. No more after this."
Elle shrugged and whined, "I… I just don't want to pay for ruining this romper."
Nat nodded, "I bet we can make that happen, and more. We'll make them give us the outfits we modeled today. In fact, I think we can swap them between us. Yours is a bit too small, but it would probably fit me. And, look," Nat tugged at the jumpsuit she wore. "Mine is baggy around the hips and crotch, so you can have mine."
Elle blushed, "But mine is gross right now. You would wear my cum-soaked clothes?"
"Girl, I wore your actual cum yesterday, remember?"
Even Elle couldn't help but snort at that, "True."
"Great!" Nat snapped, "We're gonna get these clothes, or we're gonna say that's it."
Elle nodded and they rolled back to Tristan who was tenting his fingers nervously.
"In addition to the makeup you promised, we want to be able to keep our outfits today."
Tristan smiled and nodded, "I think we can make that happen. Now—"
"From both walks," Nat added.
Tristan laughed, "Well okay. You will each keep both of your outfits. Now—"
"And $100 each," Elle interjected, startling Nat.
Tristan paused, then started again slowly. "Is… that everything then?"
Both girls looked at one another, smirking, then nodded at Tristan.
"Right then, let's shake on it." He took each girl's hand one-by-one and then continued, "Great, let's go get your new outfits right away. We don't have much time." He herded the two girls to the Freya rack and pulled a single swimming suit off the bar. "The last segment of our show is the bathing suit segment. Always a popular one for the crowds." He looked Elle up and down, who was still stripped bare from the waist up. "I have a hunch that you're a bit more of an exhibitionist, so you'll be coming with me." That was a word that neither girl was familiar with, but with that assessment, he handed the swimming suit he had pulled to Nat and sent her back to their dressing room to get changed.
He then guided Elle by the shoulders to the makeup room, "Come with me. Your suit is going to take a bit more effort to put on."
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