Kelly and I stepped off of the platform and mingled with the crowd. The room was warm. It seemed like everyone wanted to meet us. This was our “rockstar moment” I suppose. People’s comments were generally supportive; although, one middle-aged man said to me, “To do this, you must have a four foot pecker.” More representative was a fairly attractive young woman of, I guess, 27 or 28, wearing a nice dress, who told Kelly, “I really admire you. I wish that I could do what you’re going to do. That would be the O of a lifetime.”
Sooner than I expected, I heard a loud whistle, looked up, and saw Pierre gesturing for us. Kelly and I made our way through the crowd and followed Pierre through a door marked “Staff Only.” We walked down a short dark hallway and into a brightly lit dressing room.
Two very young looking women were waiting. Pierre told us, “This is Sasha and this is Melanie. They are our make-up artists. I’m leaving you with them.”
Pierre walked off. The woman he introduced as Sasha said, “OK. Get all the clothes off.”
Kelly and I quickly stripped naked. We stood while Sasha and Melanie looked us over. Finally, Melanie said, “Their complexions are similar. Number three for both?” Sasha agreed. Melanie added, “Highlight her vagina and his penis?” Sasha agreed again.
Both women turned and picked up plastics containers which looked like women’s make up compacts and balls of cotton. To us, Sasha said, “We’ll start with your arms. Then, please put your arms over your heads. We’ll do the rest of you. You will be getting make up all over. I hope that you’re not ticklish. After the show, you can shower off there.” She pointed to a showerhead on one wall with a drain in the floor below it. No walls and no curtain was anywhere near it.
Sasha went to work on Kelly and Melanie worked on me. She put base on my arms and, with my arms in the air, she slowly did the rest of me, including my dick, my balls, and between my ass cheeks.
When Melanie finished my base, she said, “Stay still. I want to put something else on the head of your penis to highlight it.”
Melanie got a different compact and knelt before me. Taking my shaft in one hand, she gently spread a darker make-up on my dickhead.
I had to ask: “Do you make up penises often?”
Melanie giggled. “You’re my first, but I kind of like it.”
I could see Sasha kneeling in front of Kelly working between her legs with something that looked like an eyeliner pencil. Kelly looked over and gave me a weak smile.
Melanie finished with my dickhead, but said, “Stay there. I want to put something on your shaft so that they can see your penis from the back row.”
Melanie used a brush to put another color on my shaft. The girl had a nice touch. When she was done, I looked down. Yup, my dick really looked noticeable. Looking at Kelly, I could see that her cunt lips were heavily outlined. In the dressing room light it looked more garish than erotic.
Reading my mind, Sasha said, “It looks overdone in here. It will look fine to the audience. It just draws their eyes to where we want them to look. Uh, you both better get dressed.”