Chapter 1

 

 

The red rhinestones on Selene's top - that was little more than a bra, barely covering her amble breasts - sparkled in the light of her vanity as she adjusted it and then examined herself in the mirror. Selene was a twenty year old, busty, five foot three fire eater and performer with the Nexus Marvel Travelling Carnival. While the show consisted of three fire performers, she was the star of the group.

Both of her parents had been carnival performers - her mother was a dancer and her father a human blockhead, so she'd been homeschooled all of her life. The carnival was all she knew, and she loved every second of it.

At ten pm, this was her fifth and final show of the day, and for this town, before the carnival moved on to the next city. Since the wind was minimal tonight she was taking it outside, the tips were always good, but when the show was performed outside they went from good to phenomenal.

Grabbing a red fabric covered band, she tied her dark hair securely in a high ponytail behind her head. She proceeded to insert bright red coloured contact lenses, into her dark brown eyes. The contacts lenses looked spectacular when people snapped photos.

Yep, when you're a performer it's all about showmanship.

A faint knock came at the door of her RV seconds before it was opened and one of the stagehands poked her head in. "Are you about ready, Selene? The others are outside and waiting for you."

Selene looked over at the stagehand an eighteen year old girl named Lucy, who was a newcomer to the carnival and gave her a friendly smile. "Yup, just about. Tell them two minutes."

"Sure thing," the girl returned her smile and disappeared out of the door.

Selene gave her appearance once more inspection. Her top lifted her C cup breasts high and the pair of black low slung shorts she was wearing moulded to her round ass perfectly. She gave her appearance a nod of approval. The women spectators usually tipped based on performance, but the men tipped mostly due to her sweet, round tits and her plump ass. She didn't care why they tipped as long as they did and she didn't feel bad in the least that she used her sexuality to bring in additional money. Having skills as a performer is great, but having skill, plus a nice rack... is even better.

Her mother always told her to use to use what God gave her to get ahead in life. So she followed that advice as though it were gospel. Giving her appearance a final nod she gathered her torches and headed to the designated area for the show.

 

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Garrett wasn't sure what happened to the group of friends he'd shown up to the carnival with, but he wasn't too concerned considering he was the one that drove the group there and the one with the car keys. They'd turn up eventually; so he found himself wandering through the rows of games. Men and women at the booths promised him gigantic teddy bears for his significant other, all he had to do was knock down the three cans with a baseball or successfully complete one of many other various tasks.

Considering he was currently without a significant other - hell, for that matter, as of today he was also without a job, thanks to lay-offs at the construction company he had been working for - attempting to win a teddy bear wasn't on his list of priorities. His mood was so dismal that having a good time, even at a carnival, was taking a great effort.

A large crowd caught his eye several hundred yards away so Garrett headed in the direction of the crowd, partly because he was curious to see what was going on and partly because he figured there was a good chance some of the group he'd come with might be with the mob. As he came closer to the attraction, a large cloud of fire lit up the night sky, followed by two more.

His interest peaked, Garrett picked up his speed and began to elbow his way to the front of the spectators. The closer to the center of the crowd he got, the louder the thump of techno music became. It wasn't his first choice of music, but the sounds seemed to draw him in, almost as much as his curiosity over the fire ball.

Within minutes of initially seeing the gathering crowd, he stood mesmerized by the sight before him. At the center of the large ring of people were three performers, two women and one man. The woman he couldn't seem to keep his eyes off was short with dark hair and some of the most amazing curves he'd ever laid eyes on. She was dancing, her hips swaying seductively with each finger lit up with flames. Her hands and arms moved, in steady fluid motions, as she twirled and seductively moved her body. The flames from her fingers whizzed and danced around her, making faint crackling noises from the movement.

She danced for several minutes then arched her back. Peering up into the night sky, she brought the flaming torches connected to her fingers to her mouth, extinguishing them each one by one in her mouth to the sound of oohs and ahhs from the gathered crowd.

But she was far from finished; she removed the torches from her fingers, passed them to a stagehand and then took up a couple of hand held torches and started a new routine. Her two partners followed suit. She ran the fire up and down her bare flesh - her bare stomach, arms, and legs - not even flinching as the fire danced over her ivory skin.

Again, the display was followed by a series of oohs and ahhs from the crowd.

She extinguished those flames, again with her mouth. Her next trick had her holding a flaming torch between her teeth, the flame danced between her lips, until she snuffed it out by 'eating it'. She then performed what was announced to be the 'human candle' where she lit her mouth on fire, the flames dancing from between her upturned lips.

Garrett was awed, and to his surprise aroused, his cock turning rock solid under his jeans watching her. He had to meet her. He took a look around him, and to his dismay, he noticed that the vast majority of men gathered around the performers seemed to be thinking the same thing.

Taking a long swig of what Garrett assumed to be fuel, she held a lit torch to her mouth and spit the fuel onto the flame. She blew out several large clouds of fire, they were loud and intimidating but she didn't even flinch. The yellow, orange and red flames extended from her mouth to up to ten feet into the dark night air, and again the trick was followed by enthusiastic cheers from the spectators.

Some of the stagehands began moving through the crowd in search of donations for the performers. People eagerly dug into their pants pockets and purses, dropping bills and change into the little black pails the stagehands carried. When they came to Garrett, he reached into his pocket and tossed a number of bills into the bucket not paying any notice to the amount; his attention was too focused on the dark-haired, red-eyed woman, who was now spinning two chains - one from each hand - with fireballs at the ends. The fire whizzed, crackled and frolicked around her body.

She had him captivated and when her eyes turned to him, locking with his, his cock began to throb. He licked his lips and swallowed down the lump that was forming in his throat. The need to meet her grew more intense.

Yes, he had to meet her. Had to.