Steffi always knew she had a great voice, but she never dreamed of becoming a star... until she met the guy that could make her famous. But how far will he ask Steffi to go for fame and fortune? How far does she have to go... to become Lady Googoo? Warning: This 3600 word parody erotica title contains explicit M/F, F/F, and MMM/f anonymous gangbang sex.
“Give it up for Steffi!” he heard, and saw the new girl walking towards the stage.
Mack's jaw dropped. She was gorgeous. The slim blonde girl walked confidently to the stage in what must have been five-inch heels. She spun around the pole once, twice. Mack heard the music change, from boring and bland oldies to something with a beat. Something that got his blood pumping. Suddenly, Steffi began to perform.
She spun around the pole and began to sing, making up her own words to fit the beat. That voice! Those looks! Hell, those TITS! Mack was in love. And as he listened to her words, he realized she might just be his ticket back to show business. He sat back and listened.
“Rah rah, na na na!” the stripper sang. “Ga ga, tra la la!”
Mack was hypnotized. The girl took off her skimpy top, revealing her amazing boobs. Nothing fake about them, but they were just as perky as her personality. They bounced as she ground her body against the pole, still singing in that siren's voice.
“Goo gah, uh huh! Rum rum, uh huh uh!” she sang. Her eyes met his briefly, and she smiled. Mack could feel his jaw drop. He was vaguely aware of his cock stiffening in his pants. He continued to watch slack-jawed as the girl finished her dance.
She was on stage for a much shorter period than any of the other girls, but it seemed to Mack that she wasn't losing out. She stuffed bills into her thong until it looked like it might snap, then walked off stage.
Mack shook his head, trying to clear his mind. He knew one thing. He had to have that act. This girl was destined to be a star, and if Mack didn't sign her tonight, sooner or later somebody else would find her and make millions off her talent.
He watched her step backstage. A few minutes later, she came out again, and walked his way. He motioned to her.
“Hi, stranger.” she purred. Despite Mack's resolve to be professional, he couldn't help but grin stupidly at the hot stripper. She was something else!
“Howdy, miss.” Mack said. “I liked your dance up there. And your song – did you come up with that routine yourself?”
She nodded, smiling. “I used to be a cheerleader. My coach said I always made up the best cheers. Now I get to make up songs to sing on stage. It's fun!”
Mack grinned. “I bet it is. You know, I've got an eye for talent. In my opinion, with the right manager, you could be a major star before the year is out.”
Steffi's eyes went wide. “Really?!” she exclaimed.
Mack nodded. He gestured to a private room. “Let's talk about it.”
She smiled, and took his hand. They walked across the club floor and went into the private area. Inside, he pulled her close.
“Oooh!” she giggled. “I thought you just wanted to talk!”
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Published February 14, 2012
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.