"Welcome to the Fantasy Playhouse Theater" - Showcasing the Female Org
written by:
Malechai Jane

I stare at myself in the mirror before I am scheduled to perform. My job is just like any other; I do it to put food on the table, pay my bills, and maintain my lifestyle. That's thing, though- to maintain my lifestyle is to constantly prepare for my job, like a never-ending cycle, all the waxing, hair styling, nail fixing, tanning, etc. I do it so that they continue to want to watch me. The day that nobody cares to watch is the day that I have to begin a conventional and socially acceptable job, such as teaching, which I have my degree in, or waitressing, or selling beauty products, or working in an office of some type. But I don't like to think about that because that will be the worst day of my life because I genuinely love the shit out of what I do.

I am a performer, and my job, what I do for a living, is performing the act of love making in front of live audiences. Sometimes I perform solo, sometimes I use toys, sometimes I do it with a woman, and sometimes I perform special "themed" shows like cowboys and Indians, dominant and submissive, cops and robbers, or even my favorite, teacher and student, complete with costumes. I am every man's fantasy. I also see women at my shows sometimes. Whatever you like I can do. To the man in the boring marriage that has lost its spark, I put the zest back into his life and give him something to imagine as he reaches climax above his aging wife later that night. The lonely virgins muster up the courage to explore the amazing gift of sex indirectly while watching me cum, with their pure cocks in hand. The busy business man, not enough time for a relationship, gets his rocks off to me quickly, and then is refreshed and ready to go earn another million bucks afterwards. The closeted lesbians become a little more comfortable with who they are when they leave- they are my proudest accomplishments. I want people to love life, and to love pleasure. Because after all, what's life without pleasure? My favorite form of pleasure is sexual because it binds lovers together and forms a common ground of understanding one's own and another's desires, needs, and souls. What's more intimate and soulful than being inside of someone? Nothing.

I perform at "Fantasy Playhouse Theater" and though it looks like it could crumble down at any minute, it is my sanctuary. I discovered myself here, at age 20, poor and desperate for college money. I was willing to compromise my dignity and allow strangers to enter the most sacred parts of my body for 200 bucks a show. What I found through working here was my dignity, my calling, my pride, my passion, my everything. It's not fancy, but it's home. The seats creak, the smell of dust and scented lotion inhabits the air, and the floors are sticky. When I am performing, I look out into the audience, which varies in size depending on the time and day of the week, and see people that all want something, and that something is me. I've performed for as few as five and as many as 300. I have my own dressing room. My stage name "Malechai Jane" hangs on the door and everyone knows that I've earned it. Inside of my dressing room are a black leather couches, a glass coffee table, and a lit vanity with drawers full of makeup, perfume, lotion, and lingerie. It's not much, but it makes me feel like a star.

I stare at myself and see the neatly groomed auburn ringlets of curls. I've heard that red hair is a fetish of many men and I am fortunate enough to have been brought into the world with such a blessing of beauty. My skin is tanned, but not orange, as am careful to keep a natural, sun-kissed glow about my body during the winter months. My emerald green eyes are framed by neatly groomed eyebrows, gold eye shadow, natural-looking false eyelashes, and black eyeliner. I try to accentuate my eyes and am careful to not drown them in makeup. Men don't like painted whores; they want naturally beautiful ladies. My body is completely waxed and constantly exercised. I am somewhat of a perfectionist and believe that if men wanted a typical woman they would be searching in typical places like the grocery store, the work place, or the library- not fantasy theaters.

My existence might seem artificial to some, but I am real. I cry when I am devestated and bleed when I am cut. I am who men want, and that is what I want- to be wanted. I never allowed myself to be changed into anyone that I didn't want to be. My breasts are 32 DD's. Yes, they are implants, but they contrast nicely with my toned arms, backs, stomach, and legs. My ass is my prize. Squatting daily at the gym has been very good to me and has helped lift, sculpt, and firm my ass into a work of art. My partners always firmly grasp it with both hands and smile. I smile to see my straight, perfectly aligned, bleached teeth. I love to smile in order to show how much I enjoy the life I live. I slide my red satin robe on and fastened the belt.

Tonight's a special show because we are performing "The Art of Traditional Love Making." No gimmicks, fancy get-ups, costumes, or fetishes- this night is all about sexual pleasure in the simplest form; just me, my male partner, and our two naked bodies creating a masterpiece of our own. I like these shows a lot, mostly because it strips sexual intercourse of all of the extra distractions and focuses on the magic two bodies can create without the help of toys and role play. "You're on! Knock ‘em dead!" Mark, my manager, exclaims in order to queue my performance. I look at my reflection in the mirror one last time, smile, and exit my dressing room.

I am set to enter stage-left while my partner is instructed to come on from stage-right. His name is Jacoby. He is tall- about 6'2'' and thick, but not fat. He has lots of tattoos, dyed black hair that he styles into a faux hawk, a black goatee, and wears eyeliner. He is "the Rocker" and I love working with him. Not only does he create magic with his body, he also creates it with his words by writing music. His passion is something to marvel at and his eyes are the most incredible diamonds I have ever seen. The bright blue radiates through his heavy eyeliner and I get completely soaked between my legs just looking into them. I could love this man, but I try not to mix business with pleasure... which is exactly what this business requires, ironically. This is our fourth time performing together, and I am so excited I can barely contain my joy.

"Now performing "The Art of Traditional Love Making"- Jacoby and Malechai Jane!" The place is silent. I walk out onto the stage first. The cold surface against my bare feet sends chills up through my body. The spotlight blinds me and takes a few moments to adjust to. I look out into the crowd at my lovers. The fact that they are here to feel pleasure from watching me excites the hell out of me. I see different people of all ages, colors, and shapes. Each and every one of them deserves sexual gratification, and I fully intend to give it to them. I hear Jacoby emerge from stage-right and walk up behind me. I feel the pressure of his finger tips on my shoulders and the warm, soft sensation of his lips on my neck. He moves his hands down and wraps his arms around my waist. His embrace sends me to a place that I never want to leave. I feel protected, loved, and aroused by his strong body. I tilt my head back and make eye contact with him. His smile is warm and I can see right through his eyes and into his soul. Those blue crystals have done it to me again. The sweetest drug would be to stare into Jacoby's eyes for eternity.

I lift my hand to gently intertwine my fingers with the hair on the back of his head and kiss him, deeply. I feel an electric shock shoot through my entire body, all the way down to my pussy when our lips meet. He tastes like fresh mint. His tongue explores every hill and valley of my mouth and I feel his grip getting tighter on my hips as I continue to stand with my back to him. We pull away and make eye contact once again, and we both know, it's time. He glides his fingertips along the silk outline of my body to the tops of my shoulders and then proceeds to slide the red robe off of my body.

I am standing naked in front of everyone. Faces in the audience differ in response to the presence of a nude body before them. Some smile, some widen their eyes, and some I catch with their jaws hanging open. I wink at the audience to assure them that they are in for a treat. The chill of the crisp, cool air tingles my nipples and forces them to stand at attention. I get the chills and my body shakes. He wraps his arms around me and, once again, kisses my neck. I can feel myself moistening already. He steps along my side and turns me toward him. The whole audience can now see everything we do to each other. I wrap my arms around his neck as he places his hands on my hips. I pull him into another one of our amazingly deep kisses and slide his black satin robe off and toss it up-stage.

He is now standing naked with me. I'm sure the site of his body excites many in the audience. At this moment we move our bodies and press gently against one another. I feel his huge, rock-hard erection against my lower stomach. I would make love to him for free. Since I am tall, 5'10'' to be exact, we work well together because we don't differ much in height. We look good together. I feel his hands gravitate up to my back. The pressure increases in his fingertips as his erection gets harder and longer. He has a beautiful dick. It's soft, peach-colored, 10 inches long while erect, and smells wonderful. He keeps his area cut and groomed, just the way I like it. He digs his nails into my skin and I bite his lip as I pull away from our kiss. We stand gazing into each other's eyes for a few seconds and allow ourselves to enter a place where we are ready to give each other the best gift, and everybody else an amazing show. His pupils are dilated and he turns into this animal that I have never seen before. He wants flesh. My flesh.

He sweeps me off of my feet as I wrap my legs around his waist. He kneels down and lays me on my back against the cold, hard stage. The chilling sensation causes me to let out a moan followed by a smiling giggle. He reacts by smiling and asking, "Is it a little cold?" I shake my head with a smile still on my face. "You're gonna love it," he tells me as he lays his body on top of mine. We are not yet one, as we like to lead up to intercourse with foreplay. He presses his lips against mine and here comes that glorious tongue again. Our mouths widen as our tongues engage in a dance. They twist and twirl around each other and I feel his hand on my right breast. He squeezes it gently and alternates twisting the nipple between his fingers. It sends many small, light pulses of electricity through my body down to my pussy. He has done more than excite me. I want him inside of me so fucking badly. It would be the greatest pleasure that I could ever know to just feel his ginormous dick thrusting into my tight, wet pussy.

I can't take it anymore and start to squirm with enthusiasm beneath him. He grabs my hands and holds them down above my head in order to hold me to the ground. Using his hips, he pins mine down in order to keep me still. "Be patient!" He demands with that wickedly beautiful smile of his. I lock into his eyes and furrow my eyebrows to let him know how much I want him. He knows and isn't about to give it up that easily. I look out into the audience and see everyone on the edges of their seats with excitement; they know what's coming. He kisses his way from behind my ear down to my neck, collar bone, and to my tits. He kisses each nipple and I feel them harden to his touch. They could scratch diamonds they are so hard. I feel him lay his lips on my left nipple and open his mouth to unleash his soft, wet tongue. He swirls it in slow, rotating circles around the rim and flicks the peak with the tip of his tongue. I tilt my head back in pleasure and close my eyes. He does the same to my right nipple and then continues on his path of destruction down to my stomach, kissing it gently.

His hands are moving down along my hips and thighs with just the right amount of pressure. He then slides his tongue all the way from below my belly button to my clit. My body seizes with tension as I feel his warm tongue enter me. I slowly turn back from stone as I adjust to the twisted pleasure of his fingers twisting, twirling, and thrusting deeper inside of me as his tongue teases my clit. He's such a multi-tasker. My hips go through a rhythmic dance with his hands and tongue as we move up and down and side to side. I let out small moans from the back of my throat. I feel this pleasure all over my body; even my feet go numb. The audience is becoming more and more excited. After teasing me with oral stimulation for about five minutes, Jacoby slides his tongue from my pussy back up to my lips and we tag-off.

He rolls me on top off him and it's my turn to shine for him and everyone else. I grasp his big, strong arms and kiss my way down his chest and stop to nibble on his nipple piercings. I suck on them and get off to sneaking peaks of his face. He is restless beneath me with his eyes closed and lips slightly parted as his breathing becomes heavier. I kiss my way down to his genitals. I know that he is ticklish by his belly button because he always laughs when I kiss it. It is one of the sexiest things I have ever seen. I am finally at his dick and in awe of how big it looks. I make sure to have my eyes on his face as I put him in my mouth. His open-mouthed smile widens and his closed eyes narrow as the tip of his penis enters my warm, wet mouth. I tighten my lips around his shaft and slide my head up and down along it slowly. My tongue makes circles around his wide member.

With my lips still around him, I lift my eyes back up to his face and see him in so much pleasure he is near laughing. I bob down all the way to the base of his dick and feel the tip hit the back of my throat. He lets out a deep moan, letting me know how much he likes it. Jacoby is most deserving of my deep-throating skills, so I make sure to give him my best. I alternate strokesof my mouth and tongue in the pattern of two shallow, one deep for about five minutes. I see a few people in the audience tense when I squint out of the corner of my eye at them while deep-throating Jacoby. I finish sucking him by popping his tip out of my mouth like a lollipop. He's sweeter than candy.

I climb my way back up to his face, lean down, and whisper "Ready?" into his ear. Without a word, he sits up as I straddle him on my knees. He kisses me again, only this time, with greater force and intensity, and moves his hands around my body. I feel them climb up my back as I fixate on the teasing pleasure of his dick along my inner right thigh. One of his hands is pulling my face up by yanking my hair as he bites my neck, hard. My mouth gapes open as I moan loudly from the sadomasochistic pleasure of the bite. His other hand digs violently into my skin and rakes it, leaving scratch marks behind. I get off to this rough pleasure. I drip down onto his thighs when he moans my name into my ears. "I wanna fuck you so hard, baby!" He screams. "What are you waiting for?" I whisper in his ear.

He flips me onto my back and shoves his huge, hard, wet dick into my tight, drenched pussy. I feel every inch of him as he forces himself into me and we become one. The pleasure is nearly unbearable. My eyes roll back into my head and I shut them tighter as he begins pulling his dick out and ramming it back in time and time again. We move together, pushing and pulling, back and forth. I feel his dick moving inside of me along the walls of my pussy, getting deeper and deeper with every thrust. He has found every pleasure spot I possess and I feel every nerve in my body tingle. I have never felt so alive. To describe the sensation would be to explain what it feels like to have volts of electricity shoot through your body, but it's all 100 percent pleasure. Every joyous experience in life added together and multiplied by 1000 would not equal what I feel right now.

My back arches as my chest slightly rises and is greeted by his kiss. I look up into his face and see pleasure and pain all at the same time as he pumps himself further and further. We lock eyes and I know he can see all the way into my core. I never want to look away. I grasp the hair on the back of his head with a death-like grip and hold on for life. It's like I'm teetering on the edge of a cliff and to keep from falling, or exploding with cum, I have to clench with all of my might as every muscle in my body tightens and relaxes in intervals. I am pulsating from head to toe and can feel his dick doing the same.

I look out at the audience and can't help but smile with a wide, open mouth. I get off on them getting off on me. I see a young guy, about 20 years old, wide-eyed, taking deep breaths that make it look like his heart is about to rip through his chest. There is a middle-aged man fighting to keep his eyes open as he pleasures himself. An attractive man in a business suit sitting in the third row is leaning back into his chair with his hand down his pants imagining he is Jacoby, or possibly me. All of these faces keep me going. There is nothing I love more to see at this point in the show than all of the guests with dicks in hand, jerking away, and women with their fists nearly up to their cervixes. Nobody ever said it had to be rough, but that's usually how people perceive Jacoby and I. We aren't as much sensual toward the end as enthralling.

I smile bigger than ever to the site of pleasuring faces in the audience and know that I am doing my job to the best of my abilities. I get a second burst of fire and roll over on top of Jacoby. I take the reins and begin riding up and down on top of his dick. I want it to impale me, gore me, skewer me, rip me apart; his dick is immaculate! His face tells me that he's close. He moans so loud but never loses that half smile. I ride harder, faster, and begin to feel the pulsing sensation become more rapid with less time in between for my muscles to relax. I throw my head back and let out a primal cry like a wild beast.

Jacoby grasps me tightly and rolls back on top of me and rams his dick harder than ever. We manage to lock eyes again through the strained, painful facial expressions we each have on our faces. We clench our teeth together as sweat drips down our bodies. We are a unit of energy, electricity, and fire. We could light New York City with the waves that we are emitting from our bodies. My finger nails rip into his flash as his fingers crush my hips. The pulsing of my body and his dick inside of me comes stronger, faster, heavier, faster, faster, and faster. It's coming, coming, we're cumming, cumming, cumming! We both let out a war cry and slip into a state of euphoria. Wave after wave of constant, undulating pleasure takes over our bodies as Jacoby and I, as well as the audience, all climax together.