June 29th 2018 Show

My mighty steed’s hooves pounded the hardened trail like rhythmic thunder, the ground trembling as the great black beast raced across the meadow. He slowed for a small rise, picking his way hurriedly up the grassy hill between trees and rocks, dodging low-hanging branches, and deftly swerving around flowering shrubs and prickly clumps of bushes. Sunlight peeked between the boughs and limbs to dance across his mane and tail, so black in colour that they appeared dark purple in the light. As we reached the top of the escarpment, I glanced back for only a moment to see if my pursuer was still on the hunt. I frowned to see he was still there, a huge man bedecked in dark crimson leather and chain mail that was brassy in colour. Yet he wore no helmet. Instead, his thick snowy white hair lifted and tied at the back of his head.

I had been happily on my way to a *play date* with a very powerful wyvern. It was going to be an epic battle. Then this hunter started chasing me. Or was he an assassin? A soldier? Perhaps it was Seb in a wig, chasing me down to subdue my rebellion and have his way with me.

I kicked my horse in the sides with my boots, but not hard, there was never a reason to be kicking a horse hard. Horses are highly intelligent and mine was exceptional. He knew we were being pursued. He loved to run. He could read my mind. He knew what to do. We were as one. I named my horse Cloud. Because, well, the world was full of black horses named Ebony, so I decided the only proper name for MY black horse would be Cloud or Snow. It just made sense. To me. Down the rocky hillside Cloud went as fast as he could without toppling. I felt my guts pushing into my ribs, the jarring descent proving most uncomfortable.

He hit level ground in a dead run, bolting across the grassy plain at top speed. I felt the heat rising from his body, his laboured breaths coming in fast and sharp, the sweat from his skin permeating my trousers, which were skin tight to show off my fine, firm ass. A hardened ass from spending so much time on horseback. I did not use a saddle because I could never make the damn things stay on. I’d cinch the bitches up as tight as I could but every time, I’d go to put a foot in a stirrup and the saddle would slip to the side. This proved so frustrating, and my mother wasn’t always around to do it for me, so I decided, screw it. I will learn to ride bareback. Thus, my firm, hardened ass which had sculpted itself over time to accommodate my horse’s back in comfort. Yes, it was a fine, firm ass and firm thighs, well-muscled to be able to cling to my steed like a burr stuck in a cat’s tail.

I clung to Cloud as we raced towards swampy bottoms laden with dead trees from which hung drapes of ancient mistletoe. Fog canvased heavily in this place. Perhaps we could lose our pursuant in the mist. Cloud slowed, his hooves clopping through the sloppy ground. The lathered beast tossed his head back and he nickered softly in protest to the stench of this place. Senses on high alert, my mesmerising bluish-grey eyes scanned the boggy slough for sign of Drowners or Water Hags. Cloud finally stepped up on dry land. We sat a moment, relaxing as I perused the direction from which we had just come. No rider approached. I had given him the slip.

Suddenly, a hare bolted from a small bush, startling Cloud who leapt up, unseating me, as I had been fully relaxed, my thighs completely at ease. I fell from my mount and landed hard, knocking the wind from my body. A billion pinpoints of light burst in front of my eyes as my vision blackened. I gasped for breath, trying to remain conscious. I dragged myself to my feet as my vision cleared, air returning to lungs, blood and body. And then I saw him. The sly bastard, watching me through the bullrushes at the edge of the mire. I glared at him. He had dropped off his horse so that he could crouch down and creep forward unseen.

“What do you want,” I yelled, the sound of steel scraping against scabbard as I drew my sword. “Who are you? Why are you vexing me?” I crouched down a bit, extending my left arm as I raised my sword, taking two steps back then circling around to the left and creeping forward, hoping to bedazzle him with my prowess and style. He stood to his full height, drawing his sword. I assured myself size did not matter. Even though I knew for a fact that size DID matter… not so much length as width… well, it’s a lot easier to feel something big than something tiny.

I bit my bottom lip as I appraised the handsome lech, tall and powerfully built, looking like pure evil in leather and chain. He was way bigger and stronger but I was smaller and faster. I doubted I could take him in a physical battle but was sure I could most likely give him a nervous breakdown if I could draw him into a conversation. Not because I was a witch, but because I was a woman. I raised my sword overhead, tilting my right hand to point my blade directly at his face as I started to undulate towards him deliberately slow like a cobra seeking to enchant. I looked him in the eye and saw the cat-like slits he had for pupils. “What do you want from me? Why do you pursue me? Speak! Or do I intimidate you so much that your tongue has retreated?”

He swung at me and it was all I could do to dodge his reach, rolling to the right through the dry grass. Damn! He was too smart to engage in conversation with me, for he knew if we got to talking, I would soon enough have him totally confused and forever unsure as to what was what. After all, I was a woman and well-learned in the skills of confusing men with my dulcet tones. I glanced to the hillside, considered running, decided I would not get far, and then I charged him, unleashing a battle cry that I had learned from my mother the time she found out my dad had used her best Tupperware to store his screws, nuts and bolts in. He parried and steel sang out against steel, my arm rippling from the shock of his strength.

I crouched down, scooping up sand and rose, tossing it into his face in one fluid movement. I then lunged at him, throwing all my body into his, all my weight, knocking him off his feet and into the dust. Falling on top of him, we struggled, he rolled me over crushing me with his weight, so naturally I bit him on the cheek. Hissing and spitting up at him, he pinned my arms. I could feel his strong hands holding my wrists, his chest pressing down hard on my curves, his thighs immobilising mine. I glared up at him as he leaned his face into mine, so close I could feel his breath warm upon my lips. He considered me for a moment in silence, then his full lips parted and he growled, “Welcome to the weekend!”

He then stood up, yanking me to my feet. I scowled at him and he scowled back. “You have a show to do. It’s Friday night. So exit this game, log into Second Life… quit hiding the fact that you are a video game addict behind ‘I don’t feel good, I’m tired, I need sleep, I need to do dishes, I need to do homework, I need to do laundry’ and log into Second Life and GET to your SHOW!!!!”

My face fell. Defeated, I stamped in the dirt. “Fine. Asshole Witcher, you are.”

He almost smiled. “I’ll see you tonight after the show.”

“Bah!” I bellowed. He slapped my ass as I turned to walk to Cloud. “You better expect to be putting out tonight,” I yelled back at him. “And I want a REAL battle and a REAL conversation!”

Alexis
with Sammy Magic, Victoria, Gracie, Prestor, Cannon and Tristan
Fleur East – Sax

1. Why did you choose this song to create a dance to? What was your inspiration?
It is such a fun up beat song, and I just thought we could have so much fun with it and get the audience dancing in their seats a little

2. What were the particular challenges you dealt with when creating this dance?
Honestly not much.. other than I finally realized it was the one I wanted.. The theme I thought would be easy.. I was wrong.. lol You’d think a Summer theme would be easy to find a song for, for me I was stumped.

3. What does this dance mean to you? Is it a bit of fun, or is there a deeper meaning?
No deep meaning here other than I just wanted people to dance and smile and have fun…

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Queenie
with Melina Aurotharius, Jorgio Vaher, and BB Schmooz
Ants Marching by Dave Matthews Band

1. Why did you choose this song to create a dance to? What was your inspiration?
Nothing says summer like a picnic! Who invited these damn ants?!

2. What were the particular challenges you dealt with when creating this dance?
How do ants move? People get *ants in their pants* what do ants get?

3. What does this dance mean to you? Is it a bit of fun, or is there a deeper meaning?
Just for fun, the album it came from is a fabulous one and I have always loved the song.

4. Is there anything you would like others to know about your dance?
Ant lives matter! Don’t spray us or squish us, we are just hungry!

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Gracie
with Tristan, Jorgio, Paul, Jilley, Rhonda, Nara, Que and Lina
Mungo Jerry – In the Summertime

1. Why did you choose this song to create a dance to? What was your inspiration?
I chose this song because I love it, when I hear it i cant help but dance along. The inspiration was just wanting to have fun and celebrate summer.

2. What were the particular challenges you dealt with when creating this dance?
I decided to use the trio dances for this one, it was a challenge to transition out of them, because of the positions needed for the dancers.

3. What does this dance mean to you? Is it a bit of fun, or is there a deeper meaning?
When I hear this song, it brings back wonderful memories from my childhood, we would go camping, have picnics, go fishing, and just have a great time. But also its about having fun.

4. Is there anything you would like others to know about your dance?
I wish for all of you a summertime filled with moments with your loved ones that you will cherish forever.

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Mikiko
with Zena and Rhonda
MARTHA and THE VANDELLAS – Heatwave!

1. Why did you choose this song to create a dance to? What was your inspiration?
I love the classic summertime songs and this was one of my favorite.

2. What were the particular challenges you dealt with when creating this dance?
Trying to get each girl through the side door of the shack and not go into the walls lol.

3. What does this dance mean to you? Is it a bit of fun, or is there a deeper meaning?
Oh this was just purely FUN!

4. Is there anything you would like others to know about your dance?
Just a reminder that summer comes and goes way too fast so enjoy it while you can!

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Taema
with Nara, Nadi, Kelly, Kyser and Wiz
Bumble Bee – unknown artist


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Luna
with Paul Woodrunner
Hungry eyes


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Jilley
with Baby and Paul
Mr. President – Coco Jambo

Jilley is a cow and never does the mini-interviews! So I have decided to answer her questions for her. *rubs hands together and mutters, “This is going to be fun.”*

It’s like she knew. She somehow knew I was going to answer her questions for her, so to FOIL MY PLANS she… for the first time EVER!!… answered one of the questions! Humph. Well. I suppose I will include her own answer here, in her own words.

What does this dance mean to you? Is it a bit of fun, or is there a deeper meaning?
This song had no special deep meaning…..It is just a fun and upbeat tune that I love ……. and Babypea and I look damn hot. Oh and there is a bar with a hot barman, serving lots of yummy cocktails! Barman…..drink please, keep em coming!!!!

But what she really meant to say regarding her true motivation for this dance is as follows. She is just shy:

1. Why did you choose this song to create a dance to? What was your inspiration?
I saw Babypea’s ass and thought, ‘OMG that is the BEST ASS EVER, I must feature it in a dance! A bikini, to show off those fine firm buns… yes, a beach set!!

2. What were the particular challenges you dealt with when creating this dance?
Trying to control my racing heart every time I would look at Pea’s ass. Made rehearsals difficult, so I finally decided I had to rehearse using an alt. Having Pea’s ass there was just too much excitement for me, and was messing with my concentration.

3. What does this dance mean to you? Is it a bit of fun, or is there a deeper meaning?
It’s all about Babypea’s fabulous ass, and paying homage to it.

4. Is there anything you would like others to know about your dance?
Please IM me if you are interested in joining my new group, Pea’s Ass Fans, which will feature special Pea’s ass tags, a new ass shot each week, special events such as the open mic “What Pea’s Ass Means To Me” spoken word contest, plus other perks.

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Antonio
Crowd Dances
Pitbull – Fun (Audio) ft. Chris Brown \
Inrique Iglesias – MOVE TO MIAMI (Lyric Video) ft. Pitbull
Will Smith-Miami+lyrics


1. Why did you choose this song to create a dance to? What was your inspiration?
I picked these songs for the summertime party vibe, I wanted it to feel like we were in Miami Partying an celebrating Summer.

2. What were the particular challenges you dealt with when creating this dance?
This set just came to me, I had seen a lot of things I wanted to use for a set, the only think I would say is the biggest challenge for me still placing all the balls.

3. What does this dance mean to you? Is it a bit of fun, or is there a deeper meaning?
It was just fun, I’ve never been to Miami, so I brought Miami to The Empire room, or at least I hope I gave it that vibe.

4. Is there anything you would like others to know about your dance?
Just having fun, enjoy the waves kicking up and let your mind escape to the Miami Coast, with that vibe taking over you’re soul.

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