Exhibitionists

Although her thoughts kept going back to the same thing about what they were doing; she still had to admit that they were nothing but exhibitionists catering to a roomful of jaded people.
Rafe and Sam were handsome dudes, with bodies to match. Sometimes, after a performance, she’d return home remembering every part that had rubbed so sensuously against hers that night. She’d have to take a cool shower before she could settle down and go to sleep.
Her private thoughts focused on what it would feel like to remove those elastic body suits and follow up with the real thing. From the start, she had a thing for Sam, with his chiseled dark profile and a body that made her mind scream in want.
Sam was overly endowed as everyone could see through the almost transparent suit he wore nightly. The thought of making it with him brought a flush of awareness racing through her. She knew if he asked, she’d be his for the taking, but she had to wait to see if he held the same interest for her as she held for him.
She brought her thoughts back to the present, listening for the announcer out front to introduce their act to the packed house. From the sound of the voices coming from the audience, she couldn’t tell whether they were a rowdy group, or were ready for a night of entertainment. But, this group did sound enthusiastic.
As Kacee flicked the brush through her blonde hair one last time, she caught the outline of Mac the stagehand standing in the doorway. He motioned to the three that it was time to go on. Kacee gritted her teeth and placed the brush on the dressing table before standing. Showtime!