Ste Letto
03-11-2003, 7:30 AM
Hi Snoopy,
hope you like it. Fresh from my overwrought mind.
Christina rehearses:
Feeling oddly anxious and uncomfortable, Danny rotated his head slowly left, then right, before letting it return to a middle position. From where he lay, on his back, the dusty wooden stage, painted black, seemed to stretch away for miles on either side. Above his head he could see a cluster of spotlights hanging from a rig suspended on chains. Only two were lit, so he wasn't being blinded.
He was wearing very little, just a pair of close fitting, black leather, shorts, and black motorbike style boots. These few clothes meant that his muscular, finely sculpted neck, shoulders, chest, abs, arms, thighs and calves could be clearly seen. With his shiny, wavy, greased black hair he looked every inch the background dancer that he was.
At that very moment he was one of twenty one identically attired men, all lying on their backs on the stage, rehearsing for an upcoming series of concerts. Christina Aguillera liked to put on a very physical show, with strong themes of sexuality and female domination. The athletic blonde goddess had come up with the idea of walking, standing, dancing and occasionally sitting on men throughout the show.
Danny's buttocks hurt slightly and his back felt cold. Those things didn't enter his conscious awareness though. He felt sick and dizzy with anticipation. He worshipped women, and he'd always had a thing for their feet. Knowing that he was about to be stepped on, danced on and sat on, by beautiful, athletic girls was a dream come true. Even though Christina had picked Carlo to be her dance mat, Danny knew a beautiful girl would use him; and he would be able to watch Carlo being danced on from where he lay.
The rythmic vibration of the stage drew Danny's attention. Christina and the girls were coming onto the stage. They chatted and laughed freely and relaxedly. They spread out, each girl standing slightly to the rear of her dance partner. Danny's heart threatened to bust loose from his chest. It was pounding so hard his head went light and it hurt his chest. His vision swam. Tawny was the girl standing poised just behind him. She was tall and slender, with a powerful physique. Her muscles were long and lean, not bulky, more elegant. Her long auburn hair was curled into ringlets. She wore a black sports bra, black lycra hotpants, opaque black tights and black ballet style shoes with soft pink soles.
Tawny smiled down at him, then raised her right foot and brought it down, caressing Danny's stomach muscles with the toe. As she swept the toe of her shoe over his taut abs and chest she said "I'll try not to hurt you!" Her face was lit by a mischevious smile that sent shudders through Danny's body and mind.
Christina stepped up onto Carlo's chest and stomach, and stood, facing the girls, with her feet planted. Unlike the other girls, she was barefoot. She had her hair tied back, and wore a white sports bra, a white micro-mini skirt and white panties. Her toenails were painted black. Carlo looked cool and relaxed. He seemed to be having no difficulty supporting her slender weight whatsoever. Christina stood, cool, relaxed, comfortable, with her bare soles pressing into Carlo's muscles and flesh. She raised her right hand and clicked her fingers three times to get everyone's attention.
"Okay girls," she began, before giggling and patting Carlo's chest with the ball of her foot, "and guys. I want everyone to copy my movements." There was a murmur from the assembled girls, before each girl placed a foot on her partners abs and stepped up, placing the other foot on the chest. Each man now had a gorgeous girl standing on him.
Danny looked up at Tawny in awe. The beautiful girl was using him as nothing more than a prop, a piece of furniture. To her he was just a part of the floor. He turned his head to look across at Carlo and Christina, and found himself just a tiny bit jealous. Danny suddenly felt something on his forehead, and he felt extra weight on his abs. Tawny had extended her foot and was using it to turn his head back upright. "Hey mister nosy," she said chuckling softly, "stay looking up," she chided, "otherwise your body twists a little and I might get thrown off." Danny smiled and nodded slightly to say he'd do as told. Tawny smiled back, then stroked his cheek with her toe before returning her foot to his chest. Danny felt faint.
Still with both feet on Carlo, Christina began talking again. "Girls, you need to feel confident that your partner can take being danced on without moving, otherwise you won't feel safe. Watch this." The barefooted beauty moved to stand with both feet on Carlo's abs. "Look at his face girls, he could stay like this for hours." The girls all looked, and indeed Carlo did look happy and relaxed. "Even when I do this," she told them, raising herself on tiptoe, "it's not a problem." She began to bounce on her tiptoes, then to walk about with heels raised. She walked on his thighs, his belly and his chest. She paused then, with both feet on Carlo's chest, facing the girls, "Now you try!" she instructed.
Tawny stepped sideways, to place both feet side by side on Danny's stomach muscles. She studied his face to see if he was in any pain and was puzzled to see his expression. His eyes seemed wrong somehow. "Are you alright?" she asked quietly. Danny smiled warmly and nodded. Tawny gave him another look, a slight worried frown, then returned to following Christina.
Danny raised his head slightly, to watch as Tawny raised her heels, pressing her long toes down and in. It didn't hurt exactly, but it was a sharp sensation. He liked the way she bobbed as she stood on tiptoe, the way her arches tautened, and the play of the muscles in her calves and thighs. He smiled dreamily. Even when Tawny began bouncing on her toes, sending pulses of discomfort through his abs, he kept watching and admiring.
While Danny was off in fantasyland, Tawny lowered her heels and began walking about on him. She stepped on his thighs, and paused there, then onto his belly, before stepping on his chest. She began marching in place on his chest.
Christina was similarly marching, banging Carlo's ribs with her heels. The impacts were like little thumps. When three or more hit the same spot he began to bruise and the pain began to throb. He winced, but Christina failed to notice. "Now girls," she said, getting everyone's attention again, "let's try something more interesting." The girls all watched as Christina squatted down slightly, weight distributed evenly on the balls of her bare feet. With a spring, the girl leapt into the air, rotating so as to land facing the opposite way. Her feet came down with a solid thump that momentarily knocked the wind out of Carlo. Without giving him a chance to recover the athletic beauty did it again, ending upfacing the other girls. "Now you," she said, raising herself to a full standing position. She failed to see the pain in Carlo's eyes. Staggering a little she pressed the sole of her foot onto Carlo's mouth, leaving it there because she was distracted watching the others. Carlo tasted dust, grime and sweat. Beads of Christina's foot sweat ran past his lips and dripped onto his tongue. The slight discomfort in his lips was not a problem. Christina shimmied slightly, skewing her foot on his mouth. Unconsciously, she raised that foot, then brought it down over Carlo's eyes.
The other girls were too busy practising their jumps to immediately notice. Tawny squatted down on her man mat, smiled at Danny, then leapt up. Unfortunately she didn't use enough force to propel herself upward, and she ended up only half rotating. Also she landed awkwardly, and had to slam her foot down to retain balance. Danny winced in pain. Her heel had hit a tender spot and he could sense a bruise coming. Tawny was mad at herself for failing. She stomped back into position, as if forgetting Danny was a living human being, rather than a piece of stage. Each foot fall hurt him. Tawny squatted and pushed off with much more force. The air whooshed from Danny's body. He felt real pain from the force of her leap. Tawny rotated beautifully and landed facing away from Christina. With barely a second's pause she jumped up again. Again she rotated perfectly. Her feet thumped into Danny's chest and stomach. Tawny rocked slightly then steadied herself.
Christina realised she was stepping on Carlo's head. She raised her sole off his eyes and mouthed "Sorry" then put it back. She moved up to stand on Carlo's face deliberately. "See girls," she said, "his head won't break if you stand on it." She bounced up and down, "Not even if you do this!" She raised one foot so all her weight was on her heel and toes. She gestured for all the girls to try it.
Tawny stepped onto Danny's adoring face, shuffled until she was comfortable, then began to bounce. Danny loved to feel her shoe soles pressing firmly to his skin. He longed to be her shoes, her tights or her insoles; even the tread of her boots and shoes that she wore. When she stood on just one foot the pressure was incredible, but he would have let her stay there forever.
Christina stepped off her man mat."Let's take five girls, she said, "oh, and boys too," she added laughing. "After a while it's easy to forget that the thing beneath your feet iss human", she thought idly.
hope you like it. Fresh from my overwrought mind.
Christina rehearses:
Feeling oddly anxious and uncomfortable, Danny rotated his head slowly left, then right, before letting it return to a middle position. From where he lay, on his back, the dusty wooden stage, painted black, seemed to stretch away for miles on either side. Above his head he could see a cluster of spotlights hanging from a rig suspended on chains. Only two were lit, so he wasn't being blinded.
He was wearing very little, just a pair of close fitting, black leather, shorts, and black motorbike style boots. These few clothes meant that his muscular, finely sculpted neck, shoulders, chest, abs, arms, thighs and calves could be clearly seen. With his shiny, wavy, greased black hair he looked every inch the background dancer that he was.
At that very moment he was one of twenty one identically attired men, all lying on their backs on the stage, rehearsing for an upcoming series of concerts. Christina Aguillera liked to put on a very physical show, with strong themes of sexuality and female domination. The athletic blonde goddess had come up with the idea of walking, standing, dancing and occasionally sitting on men throughout the show.
Danny's buttocks hurt slightly and his back felt cold. Those things didn't enter his conscious awareness though. He felt sick and dizzy with anticipation. He worshipped women, and he'd always had a thing for their feet. Knowing that he was about to be stepped on, danced on and sat on, by beautiful, athletic girls was a dream come true. Even though Christina had picked Carlo to be her dance mat, Danny knew a beautiful girl would use him; and he would be able to watch Carlo being danced on from where he lay.
The rythmic vibration of the stage drew Danny's attention. Christina and the girls were coming onto the stage. They chatted and laughed freely and relaxedly. They spread out, each girl standing slightly to the rear of her dance partner. Danny's heart threatened to bust loose from his chest. It was pounding so hard his head went light and it hurt his chest. His vision swam. Tawny was the girl standing poised just behind him. She was tall and slender, with a powerful physique. Her muscles were long and lean, not bulky, more elegant. Her long auburn hair was curled into ringlets. She wore a black sports bra, black lycra hotpants, opaque black tights and black ballet style shoes with soft pink soles.
Tawny smiled down at him, then raised her right foot and brought it down, caressing Danny's stomach muscles with the toe. As she swept the toe of her shoe over his taut abs and chest she said "I'll try not to hurt you!" Her face was lit by a mischevious smile that sent shudders through Danny's body and mind.
Christina stepped up onto Carlo's chest and stomach, and stood, facing the girls, with her feet planted. Unlike the other girls, she was barefoot. She had her hair tied back, and wore a white sports bra, a white micro-mini skirt and white panties. Her toenails were painted black. Carlo looked cool and relaxed. He seemed to be having no difficulty supporting her slender weight whatsoever. Christina stood, cool, relaxed, comfortable, with her bare soles pressing into Carlo's muscles and flesh. She raised her right hand and clicked her fingers three times to get everyone's attention.
"Okay girls," she began, before giggling and patting Carlo's chest with the ball of her foot, "and guys. I want everyone to copy my movements." There was a murmur from the assembled girls, before each girl placed a foot on her partners abs and stepped up, placing the other foot on the chest. Each man now had a gorgeous girl standing on him.
Danny looked up at Tawny in awe. The beautiful girl was using him as nothing more than a prop, a piece of furniture. To her he was just a part of the floor. He turned his head to look across at Carlo and Christina, and found himself just a tiny bit jealous. Danny suddenly felt something on his forehead, and he felt extra weight on his abs. Tawny had extended her foot and was using it to turn his head back upright. "Hey mister nosy," she said chuckling softly, "stay looking up," she chided, "otherwise your body twists a little and I might get thrown off." Danny smiled and nodded slightly to say he'd do as told. Tawny smiled back, then stroked his cheek with her toe before returning her foot to his chest. Danny felt faint.
Still with both feet on Carlo, Christina began talking again. "Girls, you need to feel confident that your partner can take being danced on without moving, otherwise you won't feel safe. Watch this." The barefooted beauty moved to stand with both feet on Carlo's abs. "Look at his face girls, he could stay like this for hours." The girls all looked, and indeed Carlo did look happy and relaxed. "Even when I do this," she told them, raising herself on tiptoe, "it's not a problem." She began to bounce on her tiptoes, then to walk about with heels raised. She walked on his thighs, his belly and his chest. She paused then, with both feet on Carlo's chest, facing the girls, "Now you try!" she instructed.
Tawny stepped sideways, to place both feet side by side on Danny's stomach muscles. She studied his face to see if he was in any pain and was puzzled to see his expression. His eyes seemed wrong somehow. "Are you alright?" she asked quietly. Danny smiled warmly and nodded. Tawny gave him another look, a slight worried frown, then returned to following Christina.
Danny raised his head slightly, to watch as Tawny raised her heels, pressing her long toes down and in. It didn't hurt exactly, but it was a sharp sensation. He liked the way she bobbed as she stood on tiptoe, the way her arches tautened, and the play of the muscles in her calves and thighs. He smiled dreamily. Even when Tawny began bouncing on her toes, sending pulses of discomfort through his abs, he kept watching and admiring.
While Danny was off in fantasyland, Tawny lowered her heels and began walking about on him. She stepped on his thighs, and paused there, then onto his belly, before stepping on his chest. She began marching in place on his chest.
Christina was similarly marching, banging Carlo's ribs with her heels. The impacts were like little thumps. When three or more hit the same spot he began to bruise and the pain began to throb. He winced, but Christina failed to notice. "Now girls," she said, getting everyone's attention again, "let's try something more interesting." The girls all watched as Christina squatted down slightly, weight distributed evenly on the balls of her bare feet. With a spring, the girl leapt into the air, rotating so as to land facing the opposite way. Her feet came down with a solid thump that momentarily knocked the wind out of Carlo. Without giving him a chance to recover the athletic beauty did it again, ending upfacing the other girls. "Now you," she said, raising herself to a full standing position. She failed to see the pain in Carlo's eyes. Staggering a little she pressed the sole of her foot onto Carlo's mouth, leaving it there because she was distracted watching the others. Carlo tasted dust, grime and sweat. Beads of Christina's foot sweat ran past his lips and dripped onto his tongue. The slight discomfort in his lips was not a problem. Christina shimmied slightly, skewing her foot on his mouth. Unconsciously, she raised that foot, then brought it down over Carlo's eyes.
The other girls were too busy practising their jumps to immediately notice. Tawny squatted down on her man mat, smiled at Danny, then leapt up. Unfortunately she didn't use enough force to propel herself upward, and she ended up only half rotating. Also she landed awkwardly, and had to slam her foot down to retain balance. Danny winced in pain. Her heel had hit a tender spot and he could sense a bruise coming. Tawny was mad at herself for failing. She stomped back into position, as if forgetting Danny was a living human being, rather than a piece of stage. Each foot fall hurt him. Tawny squatted and pushed off with much more force. The air whooshed from Danny's body. He felt real pain from the force of her leap. Tawny rotated beautifully and landed facing away from Christina. With barely a second's pause she jumped up again. Again she rotated perfectly. Her feet thumped into Danny's chest and stomach. Tawny rocked slightly then steadied herself.
Christina realised she was stepping on Carlo's head. She raised her sole off his eyes and mouthed "Sorry" then put it back. She moved up to stand on Carlo's face deliberately. "See girls," she said, "his head won't break if you stand on it." She bounced up and down, "Not even if you do this!" She raised one foot so all her weight was on her heel and toes. She gestured for all the girls to try it.
Tawny stepped onto Danny's adoring face, shuffled until she was comfortable, then began to bounce. Danny loved to feel her shoe soles pressing firmly to his skin. He longed to be her shoes, her tights or her insoles; even the tread of her boots and shoes that she wore. When she stood on just one foot the pressure was incredible, but he would have let her stay there forever.
Christina stepped off her man mat."Let's take five girls, she said, "oh, and boys too," she added laughing. "After a while it's easy to forget that the thing beneath your feet iss human", she thought idly.