Bone Me Already - Lesbian Erotica

Bone Me Already is a Lesbian Erotica short story - F/F. This erotica short story contains explicit content, erotic situations, graphic language and is suitable for readers 18 and over.

They are standup comedians. Hey, everybody's got to make a living. The problem is that the average audience doesn't want to just hear jokes. Sex sells, right? These comedians will do anything for attention, even if they can't get laughs—tell naughty jokes, strip on stage, and even fuck on stage. Where do the hijinks end? Kelsey doesn’t understand the draw of the place, and it does seem strange that all of the comedians are female and that the audience is exclusively male. The staff is exceptionally rude and she doesn’t find the comedy all that funny. She finds herself drawn deeper and deeper into the stage show as she waits for her turn on the stage. What exactly is going on here? Instead of being frightened by the increasingly bawdy jokes and actions on stage, she is more and more intrigued. Will she be able to escape the draw of the stage and the audience reactions?

Excerpt
“Wow, guys.... You really know how to get a girl worked up. But I’m just the hostess. I’m here for quickies.” Chelsea grinned. “Your first real performers for the night, however, should be a two-course meal for all of you.”
Many men were already clapping.
“Oh, you know who they are already,” Chelsea said deviously. “They’re two of your favorite ladies. The funny, the quirky, the sexy… Midnight Girls!” Chelsea started clapping as she ran off stage, urging the audience on as they followed in a warm welcome.
The first comedians came on stage. One was a cute, bubbly Asian woman wearing some shiny green lingerie with dollar bills stuffed in them. The other woman was a blonde, wearing a gray business suit with a hat to match. Both had slender builds, the blonde slightly taller than her friend.
“Um, Roxy?” the blonde said to her Asian friend with a faux look of confusion. “Why do you have money stuffed up in your private regions?”
“Because, Foxy,” Roxy said back to her buxom business partner. “I heard that sex sells.”
Many of the customers were laughing already.
Foxy raised her blonde eyebrows with interest. “Oh? And so, if sex sells, what does that have to do with putting money in your lingerie?”
Roxy shrugged. “Well, I figured, if I got to sell this stuff I’ve got, I better have some change.”
More laughs came.
“Really? How do you figure that you’d need change?”
“Well… some guys come up short.”