Dance (Menage a Soix)

Silently, bathed in soft, deep blue light, two naked dancers enter the stage from the wings
and walk toward each other in measured steps. Their right arms are extended stiffly in front of them.
Their right hands hold paddles, shaped like large hairbrushes, vertically.
The dancers collide softly at the center of the stage. Their bodies remain firmly pressed
together while their arms, holding the paddles, slowly drop to their sides. The left thigh
of each dancer is wedged in the crotch of the other. In a fluid continuous sweep their
heads drop back and their torsos and arms swing widely around as if they were the necks
of dueling giraffes. As they intertwine, each comes to hold with their left arm the other's
waist from the back. Without pause their heads first continue to move downward until
they almost touch the other's buttocks, then rise slowly... Their right arms rise... higher...
paddles extend to their maximum reach... A deep, loud Booom! from a bass drum breaks
the silence followed by a single sharp and very loud WHAACK! as both paddles land in
unison driving their bodies together. Two sharp breaths are easily heard as the echoes of
the first stroke. They breathe loudly again as they raise their arms... the paddles reach the
zenith of their travel again... the drum marks it with another deep Booom!... and two
arms drop again as one, flat wood in search of willing flesh... WHAACK!...
The light brightens to a soft reddish glow focused on the middle of their tightly pressed bodies.
The dance has begun.

The motion repeats and the coupled dancers rotate slowly so that now, after many
strokes, only the back of one them and the head of the other are visible. In rapt attention,
the red targets are swatted alternately, one drum beat at a time. They continue their slow
rotation, the paddles rippling their cheeks with increasing vigour. Their intertwined
torsos start to rock back and forth. At first almost imperceptibly, then more markedly as
the their strokes cease to be synchronous.
..Boom!... WHA WHAACK!...
..Boom!... WHACK WHAACK!...
..Boom!... WHAACK!...WHAACK!...
at the drum beat Boom!...one dancer bends forward in submission, his paddle still high,
and receives a paddle stroke
..WHAACK!... then bends back and delivers a paddle stroke as the other bends forward
..WHAACK!... then reaching high again
..Boom!...WHAACK!... WHAACK!...
..Boom!...WHAACK!... WHAACK!...
..Boom!...WHAACK!... WHAACK!......
the drum misses the zenith of the motion once, and now one dancer bending forward
swats the arched, portruding buttocks of the other and then, bending back, is swatted in
turn as he raises the paddle high
..WHAACK!... WHAACK!... Boom!...
..WHAACK!... WHAACK!... Boom!...
..WHAACK!... WHAACK!... Boom!...
The tempo, the bending back and forth and the loudness of the paddle strokes increase.
They continue their rotation until once again one of the dancers is facing away from the
audience. Both paddles rise but there is no drumbeat. Their arms drop sideways letting
go of their paddles which clatter noisily away in opposite directions. Their torsos unwrap
in a smooth motion that brings them face to face. The hidden dancer grabs the other at
the crease of her glowing cheeks and pulls her body up slowly. As her feet leave the
floor, her legs spread wide revealing the formidable erection of the hidden dancer. Fully
revealed it slowly disappears again, now into her eager body as he slowly lowers her onto it.
They remain tightly clasped and motionless, her legs wrapped around his loins. Two
pairs of dancers in dark clothing approach from opposite sides of the stage. The lighting
and clothing show only their hands which quickly find their way to the red buttocks of the
coupled pair landing again and again in exact unison, one sharp slap felt by all four
cheeks. The drum now becomes the heartbeat that drives the four spankers as they
deliver sharper and sharper slaps...
boom boom boom WHACK! boom boom boom WHACK!... faster... faster
until the heads of the coupled pair separate as they bend back like opening petals, the
joyful incoherence in their throats a split second ahead of the complete contraction of
their muscles in orgasm. Arched back and quivering they remain in silence as the four
dark figures exit backwards, the scurrying sounds of their bare feet the only echo of the dance.
Wetness glistens on the inside of his thighs as the light dims to a soft, deep blue...
The dance has ended.

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