Angel on the Stage

When selecting her music, Angel had allowed 90 seconds between each number, giving her time to catch her breath and compose herself. She used some of the time to hurry over to the other side of backstage to instruct Bertie Capp on some additional music.

"Bertie, I'm going to be on longer than I thought. If you run out of music, play some more of the stripper music we talked about before."

"Okay, Love. You're sure a big hit. The audience really loves you." He certainly did. Angel was bare above the waist, and Bertie got a better view of her delightful breasts than anybody else in the house had gotten so far.

"Thanks, Bertie. I love them too." She hurried back so she would be ready to make her entrance when the music began again. Angel knew the audience loved her and she meant what she had said about loving them, and she was going to prove it.

The next song started a few seconds after the excited T-girl was in place, barely giving her time to shrug back into the bustier and catch her breath. When it started, it was slow, bump-and-grind kind of music, because the rest of the show would be mostly Angel showing off her sexy body. Slowly, she undulated out onto the stage, one hand under either of her breasts and holding an upper corner of the bustier, leaving the rest of the garment to flap around her waist. Her hands were wide apart, giving everybody a view of the cleft between the twin beauties and promising much more. Almost immediately, Angel began keeping that promise.

Staying in the moving spotlight until she had danced her way to center stage, Angel suddenly swung one arm out to her side, exposing her breast on that side. Several rolls of her shoulder caused it to bounce enticingly. She returned her arm to where it had been, the hand and the bustier it held covering herself again. Simultaneously, she flung her other arm out, displaying that breast, and more shoulder movement meant more provocative bounces. Although her feet were stationary, Angel's hips swayed erotically to the sensuous music. With whistles and cheers and other sounds of admiration, the audience loudly showed their approval of her beauty and her talent.