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Going Viral at Tomorrowland - Chapter 5
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Going Viral at Tomorrowland - Chapter 5
by Zmeydros
(edited by Tiliquain and Journeymanic)
Unlike the thrift stores I'd seen in America, this one had mannequins and window displays that made it look like a proper clothing store. Above the large display windows was a two-foot-tall bright green sign with a logo that looked like a person and "Oxfaun" in white rounded letters that ran the length of the store. For a moment, I thought I had ended up at a store for new clothes and was at the wrong place, but then I saw Athena waving at me from just inside the door.
When I entered, she was having a conversation with a stocky young woman behind the counter.
Pushing her pink-highlighted raver hair out of her face, the woman said, "How much do big clubs pay for you to appear?"
"For a festival like this, I get paid twenty to sixty thousand. It depends on the size of the event and whether I'm a main stage act or a side act and lots of other things. At local clubs, I make a few thousand. If I tour, I make several thousand to ten thousand each night. About thirty percent of that gets eaten by paying the people who got me the gig and the company that manages me, but it still pays better than any job I'd get with my journalism degree," she chuckled.
"Wait, were you going to be a reporter before you started DJing?" I asked, trying to ignore the fact that she made at least double what I made at my appearances.
"I was an investigative reporter for Channel 13 Action News in Las Vegas before I made it big." She announced the channel name like an anchorwoman which got a laugh from both me and the woman behind the counter.
The woman said, "So, you make that much money and you're here thrift shopping?"
"New clothes shrink in the drier, bleed on your other clothes when you put them in the washer, and they don't last much longer than clothes I buy at thrift stores." She shrugged. "I like saving money, effort, and waste any way I can and I've been shopping at thrift stores since I was this high." She put her hand down past her waist indicating a toddler's stature.
"Was it really called Action News?" I asked.
"Yep! That was the best part of the job," she chuckled.
The woman behind the counter offered her hand to Athena, "My name's Collette. I'm pleased to have met you."
"Pleasure's all mine, Collette," Athena said as she shook Collette's hand.
Retrieving her hand, Collette said, "I still can't believe you just walked in here. I've been listening to your music since your first EP."
"I'm still getting used to the idea that millions of people have heard my songs," Athena said.
"I can't even imagine what that's like," Collette stared off into the distance.
Athena shook her head. "Neither can I."
"But it's already happened," I said.
"My understanding of it reaches its limit when it's more people than I have seen dancing to my sets. Even at my largest sets, I don't think there's more than ten thousand people. If there were ten thousand people at every one of my events, I'd have to play one hundred events to reach a million. My most popular song has fifteen million listens on youtube alone. That's fifteen hundred shows worth and it would take decades to have that many." She sighed. "When I had my first show for more than ten thousand people, I realized that it would take years to memorize all their names, let alone match them to their faces."
I grabbed onto the counter to steady myself. The entire room was spinning. I couldn't breathe.
Athena grabbed my upper arm, concerned I was going to lose my balance. "You okay there, hon? You're looking very pale."
Her question snapped me out of it and I spoke quickly, voice full of anxiety. "My most popular song has eight million views and I had never thought about it like that. It was just a number, until now." I felt cold and hot at the same time and was trying to remember to keep breathing.
"Oh dear." She turned her attention to Collette. "Is there a chair she can sit in?"
Collette ran over to the furniture section and came back with a wooden dining chair before setting it down next to me. "Here you go."
Athena lowered me into the chair and I curled in on myself. She may not have been able to comprehend the number, but, in that moment, I could see it as clear as day. "The 2017 Women's March had an estimated three to four and a half million people in it. I remember seeing city after city with protesters filling the streets...and twice as many people have listened to my music."
Athena kneeled down and hugged me. "Now I'm starting to feel dizzy."
I laughed helplessly. "I'm not dizzy anymore, but I feel a bit sick."
Collette said, "The more I see of fame, the less I want it."
"It comes with some very difficult baggage, that's for sure," Athena said.
"Do millions of people read articles about me?" I asked.
"Unless it's a top story, I doubt it. Most people know nothing more than a celebrity's name. Average person just uses the name to hear more music or see more movies or read more books by that person," Athena said. "My time as an investigative reporter gets brought up in lots of my interviews, but I only rarely meet someone who knows that about me."
For some reason, that helped me calm down enough that I was able to breathe normally and sit up. Not long after that, we grabbed pairs of jeans to try on and went to the dressing room. The walls of the dressing room were the same color as the thrift store interior, stark white. The full length mirror on the door was opposite a blond wooden bench with two sets of hooks above it. After hanging the clothes we wanted to try on the hooks, we stared at each other for a moment. There wasn't a lot of room in the dressing room, so we were only a couple feet from each other.
Athena stroked my cheek. "Feeling better?"
"Much," I smiled shyly.
She kissed me on the lips, lingering just long enough for me to want more. So, I kissed her back and got more. As she wrapped her arms around me, I got what I needed. Being touched by someone I was close to always helped me feel grounded. Now that I had the Tail Virus, however, it also gave me an instant boner.
Our nipples hardened, poking at each other through our shirts. Then our erections stirred rubbing at each other through our pants. I would have stopped, but I wanted this distraction from my worries and I felt safe in the confines of the dressing room--like we were in our own little world.
When she was fully hard, Athena shivered as she pulled down her pants and exposed her equine monster. Then she put her hands on my shoulders and guided me to my knees. Sitting face to face with her mottled pink and dark brown prick, I licked up the dollop of pre that formed. Her hands went to my head as she pressed her shaft into my mouth. Then I was sucking while being careful about the pressure so I didn't make loud slurping noises. I'd never given head to such a girthy shaft and was being very careful to use my lips to protect it from my teeth.
Licking across the broad head with my tongue and feeling the little nubs around the circumference of her flare was making me so hard it felt like my dick was a knotted muscle. Even so, I refused to touch it. Instead, I used one hand for the part of her shaft I couldn't fit in my mouth and the other to fondle her gigantic, wonderful balls.
She grabbed at her breasts and sighed out a lovely quiet moan as she started thrusting into my blowjob.
I closed my eyes and focused on the sensation of her flare running over the ridges on the top of my mouth, and the complex, melony, salty, and sweet flavor of her pre. She gasped as she shot a blast of pre down my throat and then pulled my head back saying, "Wait, I gotta try on pants when I'm at full mast."
It was good we'd stopped because my wetness was starting to soak into the sock I'd put in my panties. As if to protest her taking away her cock, my snatch winked powerfully. I put my hand over my mouth to muffle a whinny.
"You okay?" she asked as she put on an XXXL condom, stretching it to get it past her flare.
When the whinny passed, I got up on my shaky legs and whispered in her ear, "That wink had started from deeper inside me than any of the others. I almost came."
She groaned as her length lurched and deposited some pre in the end of the condom.
I chuckled as I took off my jeans. "Seems we're both on edge."
"Hoo boy, I almost lost it just then. I think I let you suck it too long." She carefully rolled the condom over her medial ring to get it on the rest of the way. Then she grabbed her special herm-friendly panties and put her cock through the right leg hole along with her right leg.
My dick was sticking up past the waist of my panties, but I knew that wasn't the typical way it went when it got erect, so I pointed it toward my right thigh. Then I tried on the first pair of jeans. They outlined my cock obviously, but they fit my thighs and ass so well I blushed when I saw myself from behind.
"Welp, we're buying those," Athena said. "Even if you don't want to go out in them."
I smirked, feeling gorgeous for the first time in ages. "Sure, everyone needs a pair of jeans for lap dancing."
Athena chuckled. "Truer words have never been spoken." She pulled on her first pair to try, they were an aged black pair that had silver rivets anywhere they could get away with adding them.
"Oooh, I like the industrial look. Goes well with your music," I said.
"Yeah, and they have enough room that Sir Cumsalot isn't getting squished."
I giggled. "Sir Cumsalot?"
"What? You don't have a name for yours?" She raised an eyebrow, keeping a straight face.
Looking at the obvious outline of my prick, I said, "No, I don't think we know him well enough to give him a name."
"How about we just call him Big Tony, for now?"
I blinked. "Big Tony? What?"
She shrugged. "I imagine him as a mobster continually extorting you for hush money."
"Wow, that's actually really fitting."
"I told you, I'm a dick strategist!" she said a bit too loud while waggling her eyebrows.
I stifled a giggle and then we both went on to try out several pairs of jeans. Out of the seven we’d found for me, two pairs were pretty good. One of them was baggy without looking all that bad. Another was maybe not as baggy as I wanted, but would be fine as long as my dick didn't get much bigger. When we went back out to the floor, we were both still hard because we could smell each other's excitement. Part of me wanted to hide in the dressing room, but I figured this horniness feedback loop was our new normal and not something a bit of dressing room masturbation could fix. As I scoured the jeans section one more time, I made sure to keep the racks between me, the counter, and the chocolate poodle mosaic that was also browsing the racks.
Athena wasn't nearly as careful, she walked right by the thin and fit poodle mosaic and I had to look away when she stared at Athena’s crotch and then sniffed the air. When Athena went up to the counter to ask about a missing price tag, Collette blurted out, "I'd heard you'd gotten the tail virus, but wow, that's...a lot." Then she blushed and put her hand over her mouth. "Sorry! So sorry! It's just, I've never seen--"
"Don't worry about it." Athena gave a friendly chuckle. "I say the nearly same thing to myself every time I look in the mirror. It is a lot."
"Okay, I'm just wondering one thing, then I'll drop it."
"Ask away," Athena said.
"Don't you feel embarrassed walking around when it's..." She paused to find different words. "L-like that?"
"Until recently, I was embarrassed by it and had a lot of shame built up. But after getting excited over and over again at the first day of Tomorrowland this year, I just kinda broke." She shrugged. "The news has already made sure everyone knows I have a big dick, so I have no idea what I was trying to hide in the first place."
Collette was blushing even more now. For a moment, I thought she was gonna hit on Athena, but instead she said, "I dunno, maybe there's an in between position? Because it's very distracting when it's this visible. Not the sort of thing I want to see in public."
Now that their conversation was getting awkward, the poodle woman retreated to the far corner of the store which had all the secondhand books. I was pretending to browse the racks as if I couldn't hear them.
"I'm very sorry, I really am." Athena stepped closer to the counter so it would hide her package from Collette. "Hey, if you had a remote control that could make me go flaccid without any ill effects, I'd give you all my money for it, but as it is, I gotta live my life. And things get a lot harder when I'm constantly ducking into corners and begging my body to behave."
"There are libido suppressants for tail virus victims." Collette offered.
Athena pulled out her phone and said, "Hey Google, show me articles on suicides linked to tail virus libido suppressants." She turned the phone to Collette.
Collette's jaw dropped. "Wow, I'm going to have to look this up when I get home."
"Society has always been willing to sacrifice outliers to create a facade of normalcy." Athena put her phone away. Then she switched back to asking Collette about the missing price tag, seeming quite done with the previous conversation.
When I had two more pairs of jeans and a few skirts to try, I headed toward the dressing room. Athena followed me holding two pairs of jeans and two skirts. Right before we entered, Athena said, "Whoa! Look at those!"
Hanging on the return rack was a pair of pitch black rave pants with neon green straps, outlines on the seams, and triangular patches near the cuff that made them bell shaped. Two-inch-long conical black spikes with neon green trim at the base were scattered across the bottom third of each pant leg. Athena went over to them and looked at the size. "Ohmygod, ohmygod, OH MY GOD! They're your size!" she squealed.
"No, absolutely not," I said.
"Wait, hear me out. They're so black that there'll be no shadows, so even if they're a bit tight in the crotch, no one will be able to make out--" She suddenly remembered we were in the middle of a store. "--stuff."
Looking at them, I saw no light reflecting off of that black. Clearly, the goal of these pants was to have the fluorescent neon green accents stand out as much as possible. They were a void with glowing seams that took shape only under the colorful bright lights of a rave. It was fascinating enough for me to say, "I'm not sure I'd want to be caught dead in them, but I guess I should try them on."
"You guess?” She grabbed them off the rack. “Can’t you smell the destiny in the air?"
With my equine-enhanced senses, I could smell my and Athena’s snatches as well as her half-hard dick. Just her mentioning scent made my crotch warm. Quietly, I said, “Umm, I don’t think that’s destiny we’re smelling.”
“Point taken, I should have said something like ‘feel the pull of destiny’ or some other tried and true analogy,” she said, leading me into the dressing room.
There, she tried on her jeans finding one more pair that met her unique requirements. One of the two pairs of jeans I tried was okay and a bit on the baggy side, but the other pair was a total loss. None of the skirts worked for the same exact reason the second pair of jeans didn't: my boner was obvious in them, even at its just over three inches of length.
"We forgot something very important.” I stepped out of the last skirt and hung it back on its hanger as I said, “Women want to show off their ass and thighs and lots of modern skirts tend to be tight near the top. It seems this is even more the case in Europe. They're more okay with showing things off, yoga pants originated in France, after all."
Shaking her head, Athena said, "Yeah, I usually have to try like ten skirts just to get one that works. I was hoping we'd get lucky. Most stores don't even have many skirts. Leggings and jeans have won the women's clothing war."
"It's okay, I have three pairs of jeans that are serviceable. Maybe we could try a different thrift store later in the week?"
"Possibly, if it's easy to get to," she said. Then her eyes twinkled as she handed me the rave pants. "The time has come."
Sighing at the forty euro price tag on the rave pants, I put them on and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like ridiculous remixed with awesome. As garish and nutty and bizarre as they were, they fit me well and hid my crotch. Only problem was that the fact they were so damn black that the contour of my crotch was clearly visible from the side view.
"I think we have to get them. I'll buy. I didn't arrive in time to pay for your lunch, after all."
"Nah, I don't really need them, plus my lunch didn't cost forty euros."
"Need? My dear, you're mistaken. These pants have chosen you, they are your destiny." Athena grinned.
"My destiny is overpriced," I said.
"Destiny always costs exactly what it should, what it's destined to."
I groaned. "Okay, okay, if you stop it with the generic NPC mystic dialogue, I'll let you buy them for me."
"As was foreseen." She made an important-looking gesture.
"Hey! What did I just say?" I glared at her.
She kissed me full on the lips and then said, "You're adorable."
I kissed her back. "So are you."
She pressed her cock against my thigh. "Even with this?"
"Especially with that." I ground against her.
She pulled her jeans and panties off before grabbing my shoulders and guiding me to my knees.
"Wait, you want me to--"
"Yes." Taking off the condom, she put her prick’s wide equine head right in my face.
"Are you sure we don't need that?" I pointed at the condom.
"It gives you more incentive not to spill any." She grabbed my head and pressed her cock into my mouth as pre dribbled from the end.
I wanted to finger myself, but I had the expensive rave pants on and didn't know if I could easily wash them if I got them messy. So, I just focused on getting her off as fast as possible, licking and sucking while marveling at her girth and the texture of her blunt cock head.
"Hnnggg! I'm not gonna last long," she reported as she pulled up her blouse and stuffed some of it in her mouth revealing her toned belly. Then she started thrusting into my face with abandon while making muffled noises.
With one hand gripping and stroking her shaft and one hand groping her balls, I took in the sheer weight of her stallion equipment as my snatch practically vibrated. It took a lot of willpower to keep giving her head without demanding she take care of my pussy.
My eyes widened when she flared in my mouth. Opening wide enough to accommodate it nearly broke the seal I had on the rest of her shaft. Then my eyes got wider as her cock contracted violently along its length. How was I going to swallow it all? We had nothing to clean it up! This was such a bad idea!
The first blast filled my mouth so full that some dribbled out. My heart pounded in my ears as I swallowed again and again and again, feeling like there was no way I could keep up with her. The salty melon taste and the scents I was picking up from being this close to her crotch made my muff wink several times in a row. As she delivered her last volley, I got just to the edge of cumming, so close I got a pang of disappointment through my entire body when it didn't happen.
She spit her shirt out of her mouth and combed her fingers through my hair saying, "Fuck, that was good."
I pulled off slowly, feeling like I'd just survived a tsunami by drinking it. It took effort to close my mouth after having it open that wide for that long.
She pulled me up and kissed me, invading my mouth with her tongue to share the fruits of my oral. She'd had some very dark chocolate before meeting up with me and that taste along with her jizz was divine. I pressed my own erection against her as we continued making out. Then my phone chimed and I broke the kiss. "Oh shit! That's my one hour warning."
Pulling out her phone, she asked me, "You liked the carbonnade flamande at the place I was supposed to meet you, right?"
"Uh, yeah?" I tilted my head.
"I'm gonna get two orders with fries delivered to the hotel. It should arrive around when we do and if not, the hotel staff can hang on to it until we get there. I'll prepay." She unlocked her phone and then paused. "If that's okay."
"Sure, that's a good idea," I said. While I waited for her to place our order, I tried to lick up some cum that was stuck to my lips.
"Okay, we're all set," she said.
"We'll probably have to take a Lyft to Tomorrowland. The bus to it runs pretty infrequently during the week."
"I can pay for that too, if you like," Athena said. "It's more expensive here because Belgians didn't want Lyft and Uber to run taxis out of business."
"I'm doing well this year so far and an expensive taxi ride won't break the bank. If it's insanely expensive, I'll let you buy me dinner."
"Oh, you'll let me, huh? Who says I can't just buy dinner for whoever I want?"
"I do!" I puffed up my chest.
She leaned in and groped my tits as she licked up the bits of cum still stuck to my face.
I got hot all over and squeaked as I tried to stifle a moan.
"Okay, you adorable hottie, why don't you slip out of those pants and let me return the favor? Now that we're gonna pick up food on the way, we can spare five minutes."
Hiding just how much I wanted to say "yes," I looked at the clothes we were going to buy instead of at her. "Nah, I want to stick to once a day."
"You know, I would've dropped my pants the moment I was offered oral. I think you're actually fantastic under pressure and have great self control."
"Almost no one has said that about me, but okay," I said as I gathered up the clothes I was planning on buying.
"Sure, you get overwhelmed, but when you know you have to do something and you don't have time to ruminate about it, you make it work. I could tell you were uncomfortable when you were performing with Modestep, but I wasn't worried because you're a professional through and through. You don't give yourself enough credit, girl."
"I wish I could have that sort of faith in myself." I waited for her to get dressed the rest of the way.
"You're gonna wow the crowd during your set even if your cock gets as big as mine and is threatening to split your seams." She gathered up her clothes.
I grimaced. "Please no."
"I'm not saying I want it to happen, I'm just saying you're gonna do well."
Opening the dressing room door, I said, "I'm glad one of us is convinced." She’d only seen a small sliver of who I was and it was hard to take her compliments at face value. I was good under pressure until I wasn’t. Getting overwhelmed was one of my signature moves.
END OF CHAPTER 5
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