Circus Excite (10 page)

Julia couldn't deny it. Goosebumps were rising on her skin with the chill of the night air; Joe was so close she could feel his warm breath on her face.

‘I think he's got you so wet you're dizzy. Has he, Julia? I bet he didn't even touch you.' With this, Joe reached out and traced a line over Julia's face with his finger, running the tip across her mouth, pressing against her bottom lip. Without thinking, Julia opened her mouth and let him slip his finger inside. Being touched was such a welcome shock that before she knew it she was sucking on it hungrily. She hardly cared that he tasted of ash and metal, the roughness of his fingertip a harsh abrasion against her soft, wet tongue.

‘He's a head-fuck, that man. Nothing more. You'll not get to feel his cock in you.' Joe pulled his finger from her mouth and dragged his hand down her neck, towards
the top of her breasts. ‘He could talk to you for hours.' Julia felt the back of Joe's hand stroke the front of her wrap, teasing her nipples to stiffness. His voice was a melodic accompaniment to his touch, his low soft brogue lulling her into a trance-like state as he pulled at her tits, kneading them under his workman's hands.

‘Did he tell you his theories, Julia? About how you should feel when you're being watched?'

‘Yes.' Julia's voice was a low growl, half resentful of Joe's presumptions, yet enjoying the fact he was talking about Robert as he worked at her nipples. ‘He wanted to see me turned on.'

‘And did he?'

Wordlessly, Julia took Joe's wrist. She lifted the hem of her dress and moved his hand to her sex, letting him feel for himself how wet she was. In the blanket of darkness, she could only see the murky outline of Joe's bulk, but the sensation of his fingers reaching into her, slipping into her pussy and gently curling inside her was magnified to an even greater intensity. She felt the pressure of his thumb against her clit as he worked it over, circling the hard nub of her excitement.

Though Joe's fingers were thick and agile, she still felt an ache of want in her pussy, and knew she needed the whole length of a cock inside her. She'd spent the night in a state of almost unbearable arousal, and thought if she didn't get to relieve the pressure soon she might go insane. Her whole body was tensed with desire and she moved onto Joe's hand so that his fingers pushed deeper into her, stifling a moan as she did so.

‘Oh, you are ready for a fucking, aren't you, girl?' Joe seemed to read her mind. ‘I think I'm going to have to take you right here on the grass.'

‘Yeah?' said Julia. ‘So close to the campsite? What if we get caught?' She threw a nervous glance towards the fire, where she could hear the voices of the workers
laughing and chatting, the wood crackling as it burned. Even so, her knees were weakening and she knew she wouldn't argue if Joe pushed her down into the mud and fucked her in full view of the whole site.

‘I'm going to unwrap you first, or Eva'll have my balls on a plate.' He reached to unfasten her dress and pulled the cotton roughly down so that her breasts bounced free and she felt the cold night air stimulate her skin. She gasped at the sudden change in temperature, feeling totally vulnerable as she stood naked in the open air only yards from the company. Joe was running his hands over her, turning her around and pushing her gently but firmly to the ground so she dropped onto all fours. She felt her knees sink into the wet mud as she waited impatiently for Joe to satisfy her, spreading her legs wide and pushing her ass against his thighs. Behind her, he knelt down and grabbed her by the waist, holding his stiff, fat prick and guiding it towards her freshly shaved slit. As she felt the cold earth under her hands, Julia dug her nails into the mud and bucked against Joe, feeling the rod of his glans slip against her and nudge at her wetness.

‘I need you to fuck me.' Julia was in charge now, impatient to be filled with the swollen weight of his cock, heedless of the cold and the dirt underneath them.

As his length slid suddenly into her, Julia inhaled sharply, a rush of pleasure taking over and compelling her to lean even further into the mud, wanting to feel her face against the wet grass, to feel herself sink into the earth and be surrounded by the sensations of hot flesh, cold earth and black night. She lay her cheek on the ground and let him fall into a hard urgent rhythm as he fucked her, the only sound now the noises from the campfire and Joe's low grunts, his body concentrated solely on pumping into her, pulling her back and forth on his cock.

‘This is what I need.' Julia felt words spilling out of her open mouth, a desire to hold a conversation with Joe welling up in her, wanting to hear him talk again as Robert had, with that authoritative perversity that had got her so horny. ‘I want him to watch while you fuck me, Joe'.

She felt Joe bang hard against her hips, grinding his cock into her, her words seeming to encourage him to fuck her even deeper, as though he wanted to drive Robert out of her head with the force of his thrusts. Though he was silent he gave her all the answer she needed with the relentless pounding of his hips, working gradually faster. Julia felt him stiffen inside her and knew he was on the brink of coming.

‘Think of him and play with yourself,' he said, voice low. In the dark, a twisted smile grew on Julia's lips as she reached to finger herself, imagining Robert watching as she crouched naked on the ground, mud smeared over her knees, pushed under her fingernails and smudged on her cheek as she rubbed her face against the ground. As Joe slowed his movements and started fucking with huge drawn-out thrusts, she pictured Robert's face, intense with jealousy and burning to watch her come. Would he talk to her as he fucked her?

‘Are you thinking of him? While I fuck you? Do it. Think of him and bring yourself off.' Joe's voice was commanding and Julia felt herself rushing into a well of dark ecstasy as she lost herself in her fantasy, rubbing her clit roughly while Joe heaved into her, whispering encouragement, willing her to join him as he reached his climax, the two of them thinking of the ringmaster, working each other to a point of frenzy as they shared their fantasy.

As Julia came she stretched forward, sprawling face first into the mud, her hips writhing against the ground and Joe's cock pulsing into her as he shared her orgasm,
both of them barely managing to conceal the noise of their climax as they fell together, each holding tight to the hard warm body of the other and clinging on, rolling into the dark on a wave of oblivion.

They lay together panting for a moment, Julia feeling the grit digging into her hip as she regained awareness, realising she was now covered in mud and grass stains. Shakily, she reached behind them to where Joe had dropped her wrap on the grass, suddenly feeling the cold breeze again and anxious that someone might have seen them. She held the wrap round herself and turned to Joe who lay on his back, breathing heavily.

‘I guess that makes two favours I owe you,' she said. ‘You're some performer.'

‘Star of the show,' he replied, pulling Julia down to give her a warm, affectionate kiss. ‘I'd like to see Robert follow that act.'

‘With some constructive criticism, no doubt,' Julia agreed grimly. ‘In fact I think I'd rather have a hot shower and an early night.'

‘Ah yes, you'll need your beauty sleep, darlin'. First show tomorrow.'

Julia sighed, remembering the real reason she was stuck in a field near Brighton. The memory of her disastrous rehearsal was still a sore point.

Joe propped himself up on his elbow and put his arm round Julia's neck.

‘Sweetheart, you'll knock them dead. All you need to remember is how angry Robert got you tonight, and how much I'll want to fuck you again after the show.' He looped a strand of her hair behind her ear. ‘We'll be watching you, babe. Don't forget.'

PEOPLE HAD BEEN
arriving since half eight. Buses from Brighton Pier pulled up at the entrance, emptying crowds of flamboyant audience members at the gates. People filed through the box office before being released onto the site, rambling through the sideshows and beer tent. A growing, excitable babble built up. The crowd was a varied mix of Bohemian queens, trendy art students and dressed-up partygoers; many wore feather boas, glitter and false eyelashes. Everyone was hyped-up and mischievous.

The backstage area was separated from the public gaze by a tall fence, behind which the circus people were still working, making last-minute adjustments to costumes and stage lighting. Julia noticed a subtle difference in the atmosphere – since the patrons had started arriving she felt for the first time less of an outsider. She sensed an underlying jubilance among the crew, noticing that even Rachel allowed herself a sultry smile as she surveyed the crowd. The other performers curtly acknowledged her presence, their earlier curiosity vanished now that it was show night.

As she hurried from her caravan to the tent Julia peered curiously through the wire grid at the audience outside. She caught the eye of a couple of guys in check shirts standing by the fence, who nudged each other and whispered loudly as she hurried past. She was secretly delighted at their reaction, as though she was part of a mysterious secret cult that the world stared at in fascinated awe. She couldn't help giving her ass a
sexy little wiggle as she passed them, a tease just to intrigue them further.

Long before the show started the circus was already in full swing, people spilling from the beer tent to wander round the sideshows. Small tents around the midway housed ‘teaser' acts – pole-dancers and fire-eaters working the crowd up with mini-performances. Meanwhile ‘Butchers' – cigarette girls in mini-skirts and bobbed platinum wigs – circled the crowd. Trays hung round their necks, carrying glossy programmes and chocolate kisses, while their low-cut tops afforded tantalising glimpses of flesh. The sound of loud dance music floated around the field. Although the warm evening sun still lingered, lights glittered over the tent and the whole site had taken on a lively dangerous feel, as though the game of teasing the audience had just started. Julia felt her senses sharpened with the excitement she only got before a performance; as though everything were more vivid, colours brighter and sounds louder. It was a similar thrill that she felt when preparing to meet a new lover, nervous energy making her wide-eyed and shaky, while her mouth watered and tingles rushed over her skin. At the thought of writhing about onstage half-naked, she felt another lurch of nerves, this time a sexually charged jolt that made her clench her thighs together and bite her lip. Her fear had turned into impatient anticipation. A fresh, jittery sense of daring seemed to have appeared within her, as though her fear were compelling her to reckless confidence. When Sylvie reminded her sharply that she had to make it perfect tonight, Julia smiled and blew her a kiss. It was all a matter of attitude, she reckoned.

The air was close, hot and perfumed. Hubbub from the audience, occasional whistles and claps interspersed the music that throbbed from the vast speaker stacks. With
a live restless audience cackling and shouting, the stage waiting and lit up, and Sylvie ready on the altar, Julia felt a sudden change. Waiting in the wings, she could virtually feel the desire emanating from the audience. She knew exactly how she must move, exactly how her body should feel. It was as though the expectation of the audience gave her new courage.

As Robert dragged her on she felt the white-hot lights on her skin, the stirring of the audience as curious eyes fixed on her pale white figure. The music infused her movements with a wanton sensuality, compelling her to let the wrap slip further over her shoulder, enjoying the sense of transgression as her naked breast threatened to spill out. A murmur from the audience rewarded her daring, and she managed to slip a wink at Joe as she passed his motionless oiled figure, waiting to start the acrobatic sequence. With a flicker of recognition, he acknowledged her new confidence by raising one eyebrow. The gesture was imperceptible to anyone else, but to Julia it meant she was on track for a dazzling performance. Tossing her hair back, she approached the altar, ready to dance.

Julia stood over Sylvie, holding the wine jug high over her body, letting a thin trickle of liquid pour into the glass below. Not a drop spilt. Sylvie held her pose perfectly as Julia filled each glass; both of them tense with the knowledge of what would follow. A roar of applause started, filling the tent as Julia poured the contents of the wine jug over Sylvie, one hand loosely on her hip as she slowly started over-filling the glasses, allowing the liquid to spill over and run down Sylvie's skin in dark red rivulets. She let the noise of cheers and whistles wash over her, enjoying the response and the energy of the crowd who had been fired up all night and were now letting go uproariously. The volume grew
as the drumming increased in tempo and pounded out over the speakers, the act approaching its climax as Julia liberally glugged wine over Sylvie's body and elegantly reached down to lick it from her skin. As she did so she met Sylvie's eyes and the barest flicker of a satisfied nod passed between them. Julia allowed herself a surreptitious smile as she put her lips to Sylvie's in a lingering kiss, knowing that the performance had been a well-oiled machine. As the girls sank into their kiss a raucous barrage of heckles swelled with the applause. Julia could taste the powdery make-up on Sylvie's lips and the slight tang of salt from her sweat, and the heady sensation mixed with the clamorous reaction from the crowd tasted like the sweetest success. The girls held the pose as the lights dimmed and darkness veiled their intertwined figures. In the shadows, still bent over Sylvie's body and panting with exertion, Julia felt the adrenaline speed through her veins and a vast surge of pride well within her. She had not disgraced herself – in fact, she had excelled. The drawn-out applause from the pit confirmed what she already knew, and she left the stage with a joyful bounce in her step.