Theater's Thai Ladyboy Troupe

The heat in the Bangkok theater clung to Everett's shirt before the work lights even warmed. At twenty-eight, the American stage technician had signed the contract for the pay and the city, and he had not expected the first afternoon to feel like stepping onto a live wire. The house manager walked him down the worn boards and left him with the company he had been hired to assist: an all-transgender troupe of Thai ladyboy singers and dancers who rehearsed in glitter even when the house was empty.

Simone came out of the wings first. Twenty-four, lead singer, tall in platform heels, black hair poured over one shoulder, a gold bodysuit cut so high it framed the smooth swell of her ass and the soft, unmistakable bulge at the front. She looked him over the way a woman looks at a meal she has already ordered. Beside her, Hana, twenty-two, rolled her hips in a sequined thong and a mesh top, glossed mouth tipped in a smile that knew exactly what it was doing. "You're the new hands," Simone said, voice low and sweet. "We get tight between numbers. Strong hands help us relax. You understand the job?"

"I understand," Everett said, and his voice came out rougher than he meant.

Cody, twenty-six, another crew hand with sun-browned arms and a crooked grin, bumped his shoulder. Reid, twenty-nine, broader and quieter, nodded from the ladder by the lighting boom. "They mean every word," Cody muttered. "Don't act surprised later."

From the first run-through the flirting was open, unashamed, and constant. Everett taped a mic pack between Simone's shoulder blades and she leaned back into his palms, the heat of her skin coming through the thin gold fabric. "Hold my waist when I hit the high note," she whispered. "If I shake, it's because I want your cock, not because I'm nervous." Hana crossed in front of him during a turn and let her ass drag slow across his thigh, lingering until he had to shift his stance. "Choreography makes me ache," she said, close enough that her breath touched his mouth. "Anal helps. Mouth helps. We work all day. If the crew is brave, we fuck all night. Say yes now so I can dance without wondering."

"Yes," he said. His cock was already thick against his zipper, and he did not bother hiding the way his eyes followed the line of her back.

They ran the opening number three times. Simone's voice filled the empty house, smoky and precise, while Hana's body drew figures in the spill of sidelight, hips circling, thighs flexing, the sequins throwing little knives of brightness across the stage. Every time Everett crossed with a gel frame or a prop pedestal they found him. A hand on his chest. A hip against his groin. A whisper about how wet her hole got when she held a pose too long. Reid watched from the booth with a half-smile. Cody, resetting a follow-spot, shook his head like a man who had already survived this and intended to survive it again. "They'll have you on your knees by midnight," Cody said, not unkindly. "And you'll thank them."

The long day did not cool. By late afternoon Everett was on a ladder over center stage, focusing a special, and Simone planted herself directly beneath him in a costume change that was barely a costume: a tiny red skirt, no panties, the smooth length of her cock resting soft against her thigh, balls high and neat. She bent to buckle a shoe and stayed bent, back arched, ass tipped up so the light caught the tight pucker between her cheeks. "Angle's wrong," she called, sweet as anything. "Come down and look from here."

He came down. Standing behind her, he could smell her perfume and the clean salt of skin. His cock strained so hard the zipper hurt. Hana joined them with a feathered headdress in her hands and bent beside Simone to "check the hem," two perfect asses side by side, two soft bulges swinging when they shifted their weight. "You're hard," Hana said, delighted, not asking. She reached back without looking and palmed him through his pants, squeezing once, slow. "Good. Save it. After the show we want all of it. Yours, Cody's, Reid's. We want to suck and get fucked and fuck you back. Tell me you want that."

"I want that," Everett said. His hands hovered, then settled on her hips because she pushed them there. "All of it. After the curtain. Not before. We still have a show."

Simone straightened, kissed the corner of his mouth, and smiled against his skin. "Professional. I like that. Then you hold the cue. We'll hold the ache."

The performance went up clean. Everett called the cues with a dry mouth and a cock that never fully softened, watching Simone own the spotlight and Hana turn the chorus into something that looked like sex set to drums. Cody ran deck. Reid rode the board. When the house lights rose and the applause thinned, the five of them did not go to the bar. They went to the dressing room, and the door locked with a click that sounded like permission.

Simone did not wait for speeches. She dropped to her knees on the scuffed rug, opened Everett's pants, and pulled his cock out into the warm air. Twenty-four and hungry, she looked up once, dark eyes bright. "Yes?"

"Yes. Fuck, yes."

Her mouth took him in one long slide, lips stretched, tongue working the underside, a soft grateful sound in her throat. Hana rose on her toes and kissed him deep, tasting of lipstick and lime, one hand in his hair, the other guiding his fingers down to the hard little cock straining her thong. "Use us," she murmured against his mouth. "And let us use you. All night. Say it again."

"All night," he said, and meant it. Cody was already stripping, cock thick and flushed. Reid locked the second latch and came over with his shirt off, heavier, patient, already hard. Nobody was drunk. Nobody was guessing. The want in the room was loud and mutual.

Simone sucked him like she had been thinking about it through every verse, cheeks hollowing, spit shining his shaft, one hand rolling his balls while the other slipped between her own legs to stroke herself. Hana kissed him until his knees threatened, then turned and bent over the makeup counter, looking back over her shoulder. "Cody first, if he wants my mouth. Everett, her ass is ready. She opened herself in the wings. Ask her."

"Please," Simone said around his cock, voice wrecked and clear. "Fuck my ass. I want it. I've wanted it since you taped my mic."

He pulled free of her mouth with a wet sound, bent her over the counter beside the lights and the pots of glitter, and slicked his fingers with the lube Cody tossed him. Two fingers, then three, her hole clutching and relaxing, her moan open and eager. "More," she said. "I'm not glass. Put it in."

He pressed the head of his cock to her ass and sank in slow, inch by inch, until his hips met the curve of her. She was tight, hot, gripping him in pulses. "God," he groaned, and started to move, long strokes that made the jars rattle. Cody stepped in front of her and she opened her mouth for him without being told, taking him deep, moaning around his cock every time Everett bottomed out. The sight of her — gold smeared, ass stuffed, lips stretched — nearly undid him.

Hana climbed onto the low couch and swung a leg over Reid, sinking onto his cock in reverse, her own cock bobbing, hands braced on his thighs. "Watch them," she told Reid, riding hard, ass slapping his lap. "Then I want Everett's balls in my mouth while he ruins her." She rode until her thighs shook, came with a sharp cry, striping Reid's stomach, and slid off still panting. She knelt behind Everett, licked the sweat at the base of his spine, and took his balls into her mouth, sucking gently while he kept pounding Simone. The extra sensation ripped a curse out of him. Simone came first, cock untouched except by the counter's edge and her own frantic hand, spilling over the makeup brushes, ass clenching so hard he had to still or finish too soon.

"Don't come yet," she gasped, pulling off Cody. "I want you in Hana. I want to sit on your face. Cody, Reid — he said we could fuck him too. Everett?"

"Yes," he said, voice raw. "I want it. Both of you. Take turns. Just go slow at the start."

They rearranged in a sweaty knot of limbs and laughter. Hana lay back on the counter, legs up, hole shiny with lube she had worked into herself while she watched. Everett pushed into her missionary, deeper than he had expected, her cock trapped between their stomachs, her nails in his shoulders. "Harder," she begged. "I can take it. I want to feel you tomorrow at rehearsal." Simone straddled his face, facing Hana, and lowered her ass and her spent, stirring cock over his mouth. He licked her open, tongue pushing into the hole he had just fucked, tasting lube and her, while she ground down and stroked herself back to hardness. Cody slicked his own cock and pressed two fingers to Everett's ass, waiting. "Ready?"

"Ready," Everett said into Simone's skin.

Cody entered him carefully, thick and steady, and the stretch burned sweet until it melted into a deep, filthy fullness. Being fucked while he fucked Hana scrambled his thoughts into pure sensation: Hana's hole milking him, Cody's cock dragging over the spot that made his thighs jump, Simone rocking on his tongue and whispering how good he looked split open. Reid stood close, feeding his cock to Simone's mouth whenever she tipped her head, then to Hana's when she turned. They swapped. They kissed over Everett's body and passed the taste of him between them.

When Cody pulled out, shaking, Reid took his place, bigger, slower, one broad hand spread on Everett's lower back. "Still good?"

"Still good. Don't stop."

Reid fucked him in deep rolls while Everett kept railing Hana, who had gone loud and shameless, begging in Thai and English, cock leaking between them. Simone came again across Everett's chest and chin, and Hana licked it off his mouth in a messy kiss, then offered her tongue to Cody. The rotation did not pause. Cody took Hana's ass while Everett caught his breath and sucked Reid, learning the weight of him, the way Reid's hand stayed gentle in his hair even when his hips started to jerk. Simone bent over the couch arm and pulled Everett back into her, riding reverse this time, looking over her shoulder to watch his face. "Both," she said, and Cody understood, pressing into her ass alongside the toy she had warmed earlier only long enough to make room, then replacing it so she took Everett's cock and Cody's fingers, then Cody's cock while Everett moved to her mouth. Double, messy, consented to in clear words every time someone shifted. "Yes. There. More. I want both of you."

They did not count the rounds. Dawn leaked gray under the dressing-room door while they were still at it: Everett on his back, Simone riding his cock, Hana straddling his face and feeding him her cock until she came down his throat, Cody fucking Simone's ass from behind so she was stuffed at both ends, Reid kneeling to lick wherever skin was left unattended. Cum striped stomachs, asses, tongues. They kissed it from each other, lazy and filthy, swallowing, laughing when a drop escaped and had to be chased. Everett came buried in Simone with Cody's cock still working his ass, a wrenching orgasm that left him shaking. Reid finished across Hana's tongue. Cody came in Simone's hand and she licked her fingers clean, then kissed the taste into Everett's mouth.

When none of them could thrust anymore they collapsed in a sticky pile on the wide dressing-room couch, limbs overlapped, breathing loud in the quiet. Simone lay across Everett's chest, tracing the mess on his stomach with one finger and licking it. Hana tucked against his side, idly mouthing Cody's softening cock, not to start again, just because she liked the weight. Reid's hand rested warm on Everett's thigh.

"Rehearsal at two," Simone said, voice hoarse and pleased. "I already know how I want to start."

Everett stared at the water-stained ceiling and felt the plan lock into place, sharp as a cue light. "You bend over the prop table in that red skirt before warm-up," he said. "I eat your ass until you beg. Hana sits on Cody's cock and sucks me while Reid opens me up again, slow, so I'm ready when the others take a break. After the run-through we lock this door and I fuck you both before anyone showers. Then you two take turns in me until I can't stand. We do it every day this contract lasts. That's the job now."

Hana smiled against Cody's skin. "Write it in the call sheet."

"I will," Everett said, and he was already counting the hours.