It is my first time to perform in Vanhoover. I guess I'm a bit nervous, just as I'm curious, and very excited. My sister is preparing few of stage details for me. She promised me to help me.
I had been booked for a concert in Vanhoover, and found myself excited, eager to go. I had never been in Vanhoover, let alone been playing there.
Thankfully, my sister follows me and will help me with a few details. With her by my side, I know I have someone there for me. Even if I still have some help setting up the stage.
Once in Vanhoover, the state is largely set. Now my sister is helping me out, preparing me for the big night. I'm eager, as I walk to the place, where I'm intended to be the main event of the night.
As I enter the room, Vinyl is sitting in her chair, relaxing, as she was waiting for me to help her with a few details. I'm carrying all the details for her preparation into the room with me.
“Time to prepare you for your first concert in Vanhoover. Slip these stockings on!” I told her.
Vinyl looks up, and nods at me before she picks up the right stocking, looking at it for a moment, before slipping her hoof into it, pulling it all the way up her thigh. Then she turns down, before she picks the left stocking and slip her hoof into it, and pulls it all the way up,.
“This does feel good. Just tight enough, not to feel loose, without feeling too tight!” she then responded.
“Good, then I can polish them up for you!” I told her.
“Yes, that would be good. Maybe it will even help me relax before the entrance?” she then nodded, inclining her head.
I slipped the tube of clear gel, intended for polishing her stockings into my right hand, before I started to rub it in, into the black material of her right stocking, slowly working my way from the hoof, and upwards as I allowed the rubber to absorb enough to be fully saturated.
As I worked my way up, the rubber slowly picked up first a warm gloss, then a high glistering shine as I continued over her leg. I enjoy how the rubber of the stocking reacted to the gel I was applying. After several minutes I had finally passed the knee, progressing up her thigh until I reached the edge of the material.
“That's strangely relaxing. It's almost as if it is alive, massaging my leg as you caressed the polish gel into the material of the black stocking. Now it is utter gloss!” she pointed out with a relaxed, but curious smile on her face, leaning back.
I poured more of the gel in my hand before I slowly pick up her left leg in my left hand as I started to polish the hoof, then moved upwards. Just to see her relaxed, before the big night made me feel good. I love to see her enjoying it, just as much as she had intended to.
“What's next? Since I'm wearing stockings!” she enquired.
“Time for the top!” I pointed out, as I handed her the black garment.
She quietly accepted the garment, slipping it down over her head, then making it slip down her body.
“It's tight, but it would go well with the stockings. Are you going to polish this too? I hope you would!” she then stated.
“That is the idea, part of the fun is in how the light will be reflected in these garments in the otherwise very low light where you'll be standing!” I responded with a warm smile.
“Good, I'm starting to enjoy the way you've planned these preparations out for me!” she continued in an affirmative tone of voice, the smile widening and growing more certain.
“Then you can perform at your very best!” I winked back.
Now I returned to the tube of gel, pouring yet more in my hand, before I started to rub it in, from the neck down. Now I'm enjoying the work, it isn't as if it is hard or complicated. I guess there is something more to the gal I had forgotten to take into consideration.
First I moved down to the middle of her chest, before I spread outwards, teasing my way up her jigglies, and then ending up on the tips of her nibbles, before I continued up to her shoulders and out her right arm, even if the sleeve is a mere five inches long, but it is long enough to make the point and get the effect down.
I started down her chest as I had finished the other arm, then slowly working the few inches to the edge of the top. Now I worked her flanks, from under her arm pits to the edge of the top.
“I'd need you to give me your back, so I can finish the top. Even if it may not be in view all that much!” I pointed out.
She eagerly turned her back towards me, and I continued from her neck down the back of her top. Only now I continued by slipping the tail of her suit in under her, slipping the first plug in, then the second, thus firmly securing the suit.
Once this is done, I polished the small appendage of the suit.
“Just the gloves, before I can finish up, then you're out for the scene!” I told her, as I handed over two gloves, intended to reach just below her elbows.
She eagerly accepted these too, maybe she started to get excited about the job, or was it merely the anxiety letting go under my caressing hands.
“If you apply this to the gloves!” I told her, as she sat down, giving me free rain of her hooves.
Now I started to apply the red gel to the hoof, starting from under the soul, then moving upwards, while she polished her gloves. I had managed to finish both her hooves, while she had barely managed the right hand.
I look, as she continued caressing the hand, then up to the elbow. Then she started with the left hand, finger by finger, the hand and the wrist.
“Give me your hands!” I told her.
As she did, I started with her finger hooves, working them from the right thumb, one by one, until I had done all five and started over with her left thumb, and then the other fingers in turn.
“How does it feel? Ready to meet the crowd? Just a few minutes before they will be expecting you!” I pointed out.
“It's quite comfortable, you've done a great job. I'm about ready, and just in time, by the looks of it!” she said as she rose to her now red hind hooves and walked out, ready to face her crowd.
I was thinking of the tune to choose, the fans waiting for me, and the joy of the job as I walked out, taking my place before the stand.
Just a moment after I claimed my place, the more general light started to dim down, before the active disco lights started to spin. My act is officially starting up. By now, I had picked the first tune with a strong steady base bumbling. I had chosen to set it on a low fifty, and adjusted the sound to the faster drums and the clear high-pitched voice coming out just right for them to dance to.
Initially the room is empty, then the doors go up, and the first teens are entering. One by one, they enter the room. I could clearly see them enjoying the slow, but steady beat I had chosen to start up the night.
Feeling the steady beat only fired me up further. What I did not know, and what I didn't notice, is the effect my suit was to have on me, and what my sister had prepared for me. That she had taken the liberty of making a mean pun out of my name. Only that's too late to regret or walk back on now. The music is on, and I had to stand on the stage.
My black suit still the same soft, elastic rubber it had been as I slipped into it, just the way I had expected it. I guess it does feel comfortable right now.
As the tune slowly started to fade out, I slipped the next record onto the second side, incidentally the left. Placing the needle onto the edge of the record. Just as the first tuned out, the second tunes in. My day of glory apparently had begun, and by the looks, it is a good start too.
Record by record, I'm playing the night away, pony by pony filing in. I could easily feel how the mood was pushing the ceiling up, it's a total success, for all I could see.
After what may be an hour, or it could have been two, I was growing aware of something changing, a shift in how I'm feeling. I knew I had a love for music, and to stand on stage as a Disc Jokey. I'm the DJ. Only the sensation, the feeling slowly coming over me wasn't from the music, the crowd or the success, it is a sensation associated with excitement, and an excitement derived for activities, other than music on stage. I slowly grew aware of it, but by the time, it is way too late to do anything, if I had wanted to.
What was it that was causing me the feelings and the sensations, I simply couldn't put a finger to it. Standing more or less stationary, just playing record by record, looking at the audience enjoying themselves. I had seen them dancing before. Maybe not these individuals, but what's the difference.
This may be my first time, playing in Vanhoover, but what's the difference, I may have been looking forwards to being here, but I'm always looking forwards, to the next time I'm playing. From the very first time. I know who I am, I always knew it.
Oh, all the new people before me, but there are always new people every time. I guess it isn't all that personal. The one new thing today, is that my sister is with me, and the suit she had prepared for me. If only I had noticed just how it changed, how it was changing as I'm playing my records. The once soft and elastic rubber slowly growing stiffer, growing stiff, and with that, vibrations slowly carrying stronger and more intense, to the sensitive skin, where it could make all the difference in the world, while it actually protected the rest of the skin behind it. She really had outdone herself this time.
Realising it, but standing in place, stockings not quite allowing me to leave my post, as if I had actually wanted to. This was what I had come for, after all.
Both stockings and top now actually acting as if they had been the Vinyl carried by my name. It is fascinating, just how well she had played me, and my name, only to make this into a special time, in a way I had never even dared to dream up. The steady beat, deep as it is, only now it isn't the slow fifty, but a moderate seventy five. Had I not been here longer then that, or had I actually kept the beat down on purpose.
After about an hour, I slipped it up to 100 beats. Now it was starting to be obvious, had you been looking, but everyone is so up and into the music after two hours, they're not really interested. Why bother, the music is good, the beat heavy and picking up speed. I guess I had them, just as much as the excitement had me. I couldn't deny it, I'm starting to feel wet.
Good thing I had refreshment right before me. None wanted the beat to stop, so my sister had arranged it. I guess she was handling it. She came in with a new bottle, every now and then. She looks as if she was enjoying the music as much as I am, and the rest of the audience. There is little to no room for conversation over the beat, but if you liked to, you just go into a small room outside. I'm the only one who couldn't go.
Had I looked up, I would have seen several empty bottles before me, but I never spared them a moment. It is the music that consumed my thought, aside from the excitement distracting me. I know I'm wet. I shouldn't be, but I can't stop it. Something had made me stimulated. I knew what it is, it's the new suit my sister had helped me with.
The plugs vibrating inside of me. It's just that I never had realised it. Now it is too late to stop, or turn back I rather turned the beat up to 125. Just feeling the beat slip up, and the internal vibration with it. I had to turn the beat up, but knowing what it was doing to me. Even if I had no idea why. Oh wait, I sure knew it all.
The top she helped me with had been stiffening up, and with that, the beat had started to affect it. Since the suit is so tightly on my body, it couldn't help by tease me, both my nibbles and orchid. She sure had me trapped.
Maybe I should have stopped, but so long as the beat is good, the crowd is happy and wild, I felt too up and excited. Even if there is more excitement, but this may have put me in a different mood, thus slipping tunes other than originally may have been planned. Choosing is a sensitive balance, directing the crowd, where I liked them to go.
At 150 beats, it was the last hour, and the last leg of the concert, thankfully. I knew it is time. I feel it, but it isn't just the hours, but the beat that had kept me going, as much as it had now worn me down. Now my sister was back, only not with a bottle. I knew the time, so I play the last tune of the day, slowly making it fade down to a quiet silence. I can't just turn it off, not at this volume. It would have been insane and I knew it.
She managed to lead me out, but by now, there is hardly anyone left to see, they aught to be feeling just as spent as I felt. They had been dancing for hours. How much rest they had had, I had no idea, it wasn't as if I had been keeping tabs.