For Your Entertainment
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dorksidefikerTitle: For Your Entertainment
Author:dorksidefiker
Fandom: Jem
Table/Prompt: Table 3/2. Let me entertain you until you scream.
Character/Pairing: Pizzazz, Roxy, Jetta, Stormer
Rating: PG
Word Count: 265
Summary: Best show ever.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Pizzazz strutted into the green room, trailed by Roxy and Jetta. Stormer was a few moments behind them, and Pizzazz was already sprawled on the couch, kicking off her platform shoes as Stormer shut the door behind her, blocking out the screams of their fans. The shoes landed with a heavy thud while Pizzazz twisted, grabbing a plum from the bowl of fruit on the table. “That”,” the woman purred, “was the best show we have ever done.”
Jetta flopped down in front of the vanity, coming her fingers through the tangles in her sweat and hairspray coated hair. “Bloody hell. I thought they were gonna storm the stage before we started the second encore.”
They could still hear the delighted roar of the audience, all the way back there. Roxy moaned softly as she slipped behind the dressing screen and squirmed out of her corset. “God, I can breathe again!”
“I’m gonna go sign some more autographs,” Stormer said, glancing at the door. Pizzazz spat the pit of her plum into the trash can, then stood up.
“Sounds like fun,” Pizzazz said. Stormer stopped where she was, hand on the door handle and her eyebrows coming together. “What?” the other woman asked as she swung her legs over the side of the couch and standing up.
“Nothing,” Stormer said with a sly grin.
Author:
dorksidefikerFandom: Jem
Table/Prompt: Table 3/2. Let me entertain you until you scream.
Character/Pairing: Pizzazz, Roxy, Jetta, Stormer
Rating: PG
Word Count: 265
Summary: Best show ever.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Pizzazz strutted into the green room, trailed by Roxy and Jetta. Stormer was a few moments behind them, and Pizzazz was already sprawled on the couch, kicking off her platform shoes as Stormer shut the door behind her, blocking out the screams of their fans. The shoes landed with a heavy thud while Pizzazz twisted, grabbing a plum from the bowl of fruit on the table. “That”,” the woman purred, “was the best show we have ever done.”
Jetta flopped down in front of the vanity, coming her fingers through the tangles in her sweat and hairspray coated hair. “Bloody hell. I thought they were gonna storm the stage before we started the second encore.”
They could still hear the delighted roar of the audience, all the way back there. Roxy moaned softly as she slipped behind the dressing screen and squirmed out of her corset. “God, I can breathe again!”
“I’m gonna go sign some more autographs,” Stormer said, glancing at the door. Pizzazz spat the pit of her plum into the trash can, then stood up.
“Sounds like fun,” Pizzazz said. Stormer stopped where she was, hand on the door handle and her eyebrows coming together. “What?” the other woman asked as she swung her legs over the side of the couch and standing up.
“Nothing,” Stormer said with a sly grin.