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“Don’t talk to your daughter like that?” Maren said, her face made up like a sad mime.
“This isn’t any of your business.” I spoke to her, gruffly then focused on my kid. “I’ve been looking for you all over.”
Full of attitude, Haven leapt from her seat and said, “I’ve been looking for you too. Someone told me to ask Maren. So, here I am.”
“I told her to wait here,” Maren explained, since I knew you’d be coming this way.
“Don’t you check your texts, dad?” Haven went on.
“He doesn’t,” Maren said, agreeing with her.
I glared at her, taking my daughter’s side.
“What? I tried to text you too.”
I searched for my phone. “Fuck, I left it at the dunk tank,” I said, realizing.
Memphis had distracted me so much that I’d not even thought of checking it.
“Anyway, dad. I tried to meet up with you at seven to see if I could go wait in line for an autograph.”
“I don’t think so.”
“My friends are already in line, see,” she whined and tried to show me her phone. “They’re saving me a spot. It’s not eight yet.”
“Opry said he found you in a car making out with Adan,” I blurted out, accusing her. “You’re not to be messing with that boy.”
“Dad,” she complained. Gesturing to Maren, she made it clear I embarrassed her. “No cap, nothing happened,” she added like I knew what that meant.
I made a face that showed my confusion.
“I swear nothing happened,” she explained in a way I understood. “And Winnie offered to drive me home.”
“I’m taking you home.” I wanted to make sure she got there.
“No offense, but since mom didn’t go out, I have another Halloween party to be at later. I don’t want helmet hair.”
“We can take a car.” I was nothing but a problem solver.
“Mom already agreed to let Winnie take me, so I’m just doing you a courtesy by even letting you know,” Haven came back.
“She did?”
“Yeah, you want to call and check?” she asked, trying to hand me her phone.
“No,” I said. “I believe you,” I lied. “I’ll call your mom from my own phone and make sure you got home safe.” I smiled. “If you’re not home by nine, I guess I’ll be searching for Winnie. Who’s she?”
“Only my best friend since forever.”
“Oh, yeah. Short green hair?”
“That’s her.” Haven hugged me. “See ya, dad. Nice meeting you, Maren,” she said as she left.
“She’s a handful,” I said to Maren who looked overwhelmed.
“I’ve been waiting for her to leave.”
“She’s not all bad,” I started.
“No, Haven is a dear, really. I just need to get changed. I’m running behind.” Maren pulled off her shirt.
With her only in a bra, I stopped her. “Is there something you’re not telling me?”
All I could think of was how she might betray me, like I had planned to deceive her.
“You can tell, huh? I saw Fireball. I spoke to him. I think he’s casing the joint getting ready for tomorrow. He asked if I’d revealed myself to you yet.”
“What did you tell him?”
“Of course, what you told me to. That I would bait you into trying to kill me tomorrow once I woke up from this wild night we’re about to have. He seemed satisfied. He believed me.”
“Is that all? Anyone see you talking to him?”
“Hope not. He was careful. He got the better of me, stepped into the porta john right after I did before I could lock the damn door.”
“Anything else?”
“In general, or what do you mean?”
I was still wary that she might be betraying me. She might have planned this whole night to take us down. But I couldn’t be sure.
“You could tell me about that road name.”
Maren sneered and smiled sideways. “Do I have to? Road names are always a bit shit. Nothing but making fun of me.”
Reaching behind her, she undid her bra and let it fall away.
I wouldn’t get distracted. “Why are you Spooky?”
“It’s a long story.”
I held Maren’s corset in my hands. I held it hostage. I needed to know if she’d tell me the truth.
“You don’t have much time until you go on,” I reminded her.
Maren blew out, making her lips sound like a balloon deflating. “If you must know, I saw a ghost.” She held up her hands. “And before you even think it, this is completely unrelated to the mental ward. It started afterwards the night I fell.”
At least she told me the truth although I didn’t know how I felt about it.
“You mean, your club is making fun of you because you thought you saw a ghost.”
“No. I see them. I talk to them. Not all the time but when they want to.”
“Well, that is spooky.”
“It’s not something you can live down either once someone hears about it. People think I’m crazy. I don’t want to talk about it.”
With that, I helped Maren with her corset, tightening it as far as it could go. And she was right, it was intoxicating, dressing her. I forgot all about the ghosts and settled on the fact, she’d come clean. Maybe I could trust her. Maybe all the feelings I had for her were real and not for nothing.
Her tits spilled out of the contraption completely. I ran my thumbs over her nipples, feeling them harden instantly.
“You’re not wearing a top at all.” She usually removed her bra during the show.
“Only these silver pasties.” She placed them.
My eyes didn’t leave her hands. Maren was doing a disappearing act, stripping in reverse. And I was hooked.
“I’m doing the whole show with them. It’s the best of both worlds,” she explained.
Somehow, watching her casually dressing was better than a rehearsed show. Intimate. More erotic, but since she was already in sexy clown makeup, curiously hot.
“Not getting naked for everyone?” I asked her.
“No, only for you, later.”
I took her hands, held both of them. “Don’t take this off first. Let me. Or your makeup. I want to.” I wanted her to come to me like this. I’d cum on her face and smear this face paint.
She went on clarifying about the pasties, “My show’s more than that tonight. Not just about sex.”
Maren stood in just the black waist corset and a thong, and all I could think about was sex with her.
My hands ran over her plump ass and squeezed. “What about the bottom half of you?”
“I have that tutu,” she said, pointing to it. Black as well, it had sparkles that matched her silver lined makeup and jewelry.
Taking it, I held it so she could shimmy into it. Running it up her legs, I could barely stand. My dick was rock hard by the time I faced her. I spun her.
“It barely covers your ass,” I said, noticing. She usually had on a bigger panty that showed only a little ass cheek, not a tiny thong that left her so exposed.
“Like I said, it’s the best of both worlds. No nipples but more to see under the tutu.”
“Under it. There’s no under it,” I objected, running my hands over her thong.
I nibbled her ear.
She protested, “Stop, you’re going to get my pussy all wet and that won’t be good at all. This thong will slip, and I’ll flash everyone.”
My hands froze. I stopped teasing her. “I don’t want anyone to see my pussy,” I breathed in her ear.
“Stop with the dirty talk, too,” she begged, biting her lovely black painted lip.
“If it’s such a problem, let’s take them off.”
“There’s no time,” she grumbled.
There was, for what I planned to do. Reaching under her tutu, I slipped off her thong and picked her up.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“You can’t go on stage so horny. You’ll have all the men after you. Get on my shoulders. Grab that beam way up there over us, if you can.”
I helped her up to the ceiling. Her legs went over my shoulders where she was facing me, her pussy in my view. I breathed her in. She smelled of sweet and spicy sex. In nothing but the corset, she hung from the rafters like she was performing. I stuck my tongue between her wet folds.
Aroused for me, Maren tasted luscious. Grasping her ass, I licked her gooey pussy like I was eating an ice cream cone they were selling just outside. She tasted of salty, warm, raw desire all for my monster sized dick. Cooing, she wrapped her legs around my bald head, squeezing my cheeks. Wanting deep inside her, I fucked her with my tongue as a smashed my face into her sex like I was in a pie eating contest. I planned to win. My nose scrubbing against her clit, she came in no time, panting and squirming as she did.
“I told you it’d be quick,” I said to her as I helped her down and back into her thong.
“Fuck. I’m sated but my knees are weak, you asshole,” she joked, punching my arm. Reaching up she wiped at my mouth. Maren looked in my eyes like I hung the moon, but she said, “You’ll need to wash your face. It’s all shiny.”
I licked my lips tasting her still there. “Maybe I won’t until after the show. You’ll be able to pick me out in the crowd that way.”
“There’s no way, I could miss you,” Maren came in to give me a quick kiss until she realized I smelled of her pussy. “You might want to find a toothbrush too. I plan to kiss you properly later.”
“I hope it’s not just on my lips.” I took her hand to run over the stiffness in my pants. “I’m going to have blue balls by the time your show’s over.”
“Meet you back at the house,” she said, leaving for the stage.
“No, meet me at the funhouse.”
Place had a thousand mirrors, and I wanted another show.
