Drew sat in the back watching Ferrie perform on stage. She was part of a group of women performing with different acts. She was known as the porcelain doll. She had everything down with the white dress and white shoes those dolls were known for. She even painted her skin white. Her hair was blonde with small curls, and her eyes were big and bright blue.
He never got tired of watching her perform. He was always welcome at the club as her boyfriend. Most times she knew he was there. Today she didn't though. He had gotten home earlier from tour and he had gone there to surprise her.
"Come sit on daddy's lap!" Someone yelled.
Drew frowned. This was not a club that tolerated that type of behavior. One of the bouncers walked up and delivered a warning. Enjoy the show and clap when she's done, or get the hell out. Drew knew that message by heart by now. The man chose wisely and shut up.
"Good boy," Drew whispered.
Ferrie finished her show and the light went down while someone ran in to prepare for the next performer. Drew walked out of the room and found the door leading to the backstage area. As always he was welcome to walk right in. He walked to Ferrie's locker room and knocked on the door.
"Come in, darling!" She yelled.
He opened the door and was met by her smile.
"You knew it was me?" He asked.
"I saw you out there," she said. "What a lovely surprise."
"I got back early," he said.
"I can see that," she said.
She stood up, walked over to him and kissed him. She pushed the door shut behind him and locked it. He smirked at that, spun her around and pushed her up against the door.
"It's rare you lock the door. That usually only means one thing," he said.
"I need it so bad. That idiot got to me for some reason," she said.
"He only gets to dream about you. I get to have you," he said.
"I don't have much time before the next show," she said.
He quickly opened his pants and pulled his dick out. He could never get tired of that sideways smile she twisted in sitautions like this when she was about to get a taste of the forbidden fruit. He grabbed her, lifted her up and fumbled under her to push her panties to the side.
"Don't ruin my dress," she said.
"Ssh!" He shushed her.
He kissed her to keep her quiet as he entered her. She moaned into the kiss and tried rolling her hips. He moved his lips to her ear and breathed heavily.
"So wet," he whispered. "Who's my doll?"
"I am," she whispered back.
"Who do you belong to?" He asked.
"You!" She whimpered. "Please! I'm so close."
He started thrusting in harder. Seconds before she fell over the edge, he kissed her again to silence her as she came. They both groaned into the kiss as they came seconds apart. He held still and smiled at her.
"I love you," he said.
"I love you too, darling," she said. "Put me down. I need to fix my makeup and dress before I'm up again."
He put her down and tucked his dick away. He watched as she cleaned herself up, fixed her dress and applied a new layer of that weirdly nude shade lipstick she always wore to that outfit and covered the few spots on her face that needed some more white makeup.
"It's scary when you transform like that," he said.
"Yeah?" She chuckled. "Don't worry. I'm only a doll in there. I'm very much alive when I'm in bed with you."
She walked over to him, placed a hand on his stomach and blew him a kiss in the air.
"Last show of the night. I wish you could give me a kiss for good luck but I don't have time to fix my makeup again," she said.
"I'll kiss you later," he smirked. "And I'll do a lot more with my mouth when we get home."
"Uh, keep that thought," she grinned.
"Ferrie!" Someone knocked on her door. "You're up!"
"Coming!" She yelled back.
She unlocked the door and opened it before looking over her shoulder at him.
"I'll be out there watching," he said. "Go knock them dead."