Chapter 4 – New Friends, Old Friends

“I know you, you were behind us in the audition queue.”

The dressing room was pretty large, but cramped with contestants getting into costume and psyching themselves up for the night’s show. Melody had just taken off her knickers, in the corner she and her mother had found, when a cheerful childish voice piped up behind her.

“You’re the fairy.” Melody replied, feeling a little foolish, the girl was already in costume.

“Mummy spent ages on it. Do you like it?” the girl gave a little twirl.

“It’s lovely. I’m Melody.” she held out her hand rather formally.

“Annie.” said the girl, ignoring the hand as she twirled again. “What are you dressing as?”

“I’m going to be an acrobat, like in a circus.”

“Are you going to have your cunny on display, I am?” Annie confided, clearly deciding Melody was a friend.

“I am yes.” Melody found the little fairy’s stream of innocent questions were helping to calm her nerves. “I’m performing with my mummy tonight, we’re both going to have our cunny’s on display.”

“My mummy’s not performing, she’s going to be watching me. She says I’m a star and should have my moment all to myself. Didn’t you want to have a spike to yourself?”

“Well… I did when I was your age, but I never got to enter. Now I like the idea of performing with my mum.”

“Mummy told daddy she’d put on a special performance for him tonight to celebrate if I win, she’s going to be a fairy too.”

This made Melody wonder if Annie’s mother would have liked to compete with her daughter, but Annie was too young to enter in a mother-daughter team. She looked across to her own mother, nearly changed into her costume, and was glad she was going to be sharing the experience.

****

Suzy and Penny came over, both looking stunning, the thin black leather straps of their costumes highlighting their nakedness. Penny might have the soft unblemished skin of a teenager, but her mother's well-toned body, with still-firm breasts and taut buttocks, was drawing several envious glances. Nearly the same height, their identical blonde hair styled to match, they looked more like twins born several years apart than mother and daughter.

"Oh God, I wish I looked like Suzy." wailed Gina quietly, as their friends drew near. "My saggy old tits don't stand a chance."

"Your boobs are much larger than Suzy's." Melody hastened to reassure her mother. "They're only a little bit saggy, and anyway the corset will keep them pushed up. You look like a proper mummy with curves, in our category I reckon that's a vote winner."

"Thanks love."

"Anyway, big boobs will come in handy later." Melody couldn't resist reaching out to give one of her mother's breasts a squeeze.

"Gina, darling, hi!" Suzy walked up to this intimate little tableau without a trace of embarrassment and gave her friend a kiss full on the lips while reaching round to fondle her bottom.

She pulled back to run a critical eye over Gina's naked form. "Looking good as ever Gina. I wish I could pull off that real MILF look. It looks like your daughter can't resist it anyway."

"Oh she's just getting a little excited about our performance." Gina blushed just a little under Suzy's knowing grin and quickly turned to Penny. "You look stunning, Penny love. Who knew you had such a firm body under all those clothes you seem to wear."

“Thanks.” Penny was pretty pleased with how she looked, but it was nice to hear it from someone else. “You’re looking really good too Gina. I wish I had tits like that. I can see why Melody was giving them a squeeze.”

“Have a feel as well if you like.” As Penny leant over quite eagerly to caress her breasts she lowered her voice conspiratorially, “These will be opening our act if Melody can keep off them ‘til then.”

Suzy cut in at this, “Hey! You shouldn’t be telling us your plans until we know the running order.”

“Haven’t you heard?” Gina looked up at her friend. “They’ve drawn the ballot for places and you’re on before us.”

“Oh wow!” Penny was thrilled by this news and turned to Melody with a big smile. “That means you’ll get to see our performance, it’ll be great I promise you.”

Melody bit down on her regret that their friends wouldn’t see them perform and concentrated on how happy Penny was. Luckily Penny thought to ask something to take Melody’s mind off her disappointment.

“You’ll have to tell us about your act now”
 
They kept their voices low, and the chatter and general hubbub in the room meant there was little danger of them being overheard. It didn’t matter too much anyway, as every act had been agreed in advance, but they still didn’t want to give anyone else last minute ideas.

“.. and that’s why I was so pleased when she told me she’d stuffed herself with All-Bran for breakfast. I don’t suppose anyone will realise, but I reckon all these little extra bits will really help us put on a great show.”

It was Suzy, ever observant, who spoke up. “If you two are worried whether all that’s a vote winner, look down.”

All four friends looked down. Every one of them had a hand over their pussy, they’d all been unconsciously pleasuring themselves as mother and daughter had described their act.


****

Everyone was crowding round the screens in the green room. The familiar tune for The Contest was blaring out over the opening titles. What had been a room full of buzz and chatter was almost silent.

The titles cut to a shot of the studio, only a few yards away from the green room. Walking towards the cheering audience, a glittering figure was coming into focus.

Madeline had been Mistress of Ceremonies for The Contest for a decade now. Dressed in a skin-tight, silk one-piece, and ankle boots with 3 inch heels, sequins glittering across her torso and scattered across an almost invisible netting skirt, she looked the epitome of chic, dominance and allure.

A short pause for the audience to quieten a little, and her voice cut through the cheering and applause.

“Welcome everyone to the 34th annual contest. Once again we’ve scoured the country to showcase the very best and most beautiful snuff performers out there…”

****

As the show began, broadcast live around the country, the noise level in the dressing room rose once again.

For the mother-daughter teams, and the solo performers, appearing later in the evening, the tension was little worse than before, but at least now with the added distraction of a show to watch.

However, for the pre-teens, performing first, nerves were stretched. With only a minute or two before they were called, the excited squeaks of little girls mingled with the panicking voices of their mothers. A small witch, sky-clad apart from her hat and cloak, fainted from excitement when the call came over the Tannoy.

This story is a fantasy, set in another place, with only the slightest passing nod to our reality as it’s glimpsed on a distant horizon. If this isn’t immediately apparent to you, I strongly suggest you seek urgent psychiatric care.