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    Do
you have any idea how difficult it is to spin around a stage that tilts from
side to side while your lover flashes her pussy at you from the audience every
time you glance at her? I didn't...until that night.
    It
was the third night of the cruise that had changed my life. Eve, the gorgeous
twenty-something I had met on embarkation day, hadn't missed a single showing
of any performance I'd done so far.
    Since
the dancers usually had two shows a night - one during each of the guest dinner
times - it meant that Eve usually ended up eating at the remarkably mediocre
24-hour buffet on top deck instead of the four-star restaurants most people ate
at.
    This
suited me fine, since that usually meant we could eat together after my
last performance. I couldn’t help feeling bad for her – the Excelsius is a world famous cruise liner that’s known for its restaurants, and she
was eating at the maritime equivalent of Golden Corral.
    On
our second day together, I asked Eve whether or not she ever planned to miss
any of my shows, and she'd responded simply by rolling her eyes. Gonna ’ assume that's a no.
    I
had a sinking suspicion, though, that Eve showed up at my performances for the
sole purpose of teasing me. With the music blaring and my team and I
practically tap-dancing across the stage, I occasionally stole glances in her
direction - and there she was, her legs spread wide apart, with no covering
whatsoever beneath the short hem of her black evening dress.
    Even
from a distance, I could see the red overhead lights glinting off the moistness
that was seeping down her legs. Her shaved lower lips were spread slightly, and
I had a sudden compulsive urge to hop off the stage and plunge my face into her
lap, regardless of the thousand or so gawkers that would be watching us.
    Judging
from the mischievous, Cheshire cat-like smile on her face, Eve obviously knew
exactly what I was thinking. I had a feeling she'd be quite amused if I ripped
off my clothes and did just that. Hell, she'd probably have her own dress on
the ground before I was even off the stage. She wasn't really the shy type, I'd
come to realize.
    Forcing
myself to look away from her beautiful body and continue the routine, I rejoined
my fellow dancers only a second or so behind them. If anyone asked later, I
could say the swelling waves that were rocking the ship had knocked me off
balance. That excuse didn't fly too often, but I hadn't used it in a few months
- I didn't think I'd get in too much trouble for it.
    After
a few more laps around the stage, I was back in my position near the audience -
and froze mentally. Eve's legs were still apart, giving me a clear view...but
now her hand had gotten involved. Her long fingers were drifting along her
soaking wet slit, and once she knew that I was paying attention she plunged her
index finger inside, up to the knuckle. Her face was a mixture of amusement and
lust.
    As
for me, I swallowed gruffly and continued the routine, all too aware of the
moisture leaking between my OWN legs. Damn her, I thought to myself in
annoyance. When I got done with that set, I was going to throttle her - that much was for sure. The only question was whether I
wanted to slap her face or her ass.
    ***
    "You
could not!" I laughed, nearly choking on the Bahama Mama that Keith had brought to me only moments before. I had changed into jeans
and a white tank-top after the show before meeting Eve at Everett's Piano Bar.
    Eve's
smile was sly and triumphant. She had met me after our post-show meeting, still
in the black gown she'd worn to the show. Her full lips were cherry red, which
looked vibrant against her dark hair and dress. Her emerald green eyes were
sparkling with amusement as I vehemently shook my head.
    "Admit
it," she cooed, after taking a sip of her martini, "I got you
excited. You were nearly leaking out of your dress, girl, don't deny it."
    She
was half-right, anyways, but I refused to admit it. "You couldn't see it
from the audience.