Goblin Burlesque; The Lounge singer

Did a series some time back for a patron reward. I'd left a loose end of a lounge singer who performed at the classy burlesque style goblin brothel, and always thought she was cute. She should even have art coming sometime soon when the artist replaced their laptop. But for now, have a little green crooner performing for a special guest.

Vince enjoyed his time at La Pomme Verte enough to be recognized as a regular.  He’d learned the name of the elf that usually worked the bar and the minotaur at the door didn’t press him for an ID. He’d even waived the entry fee once or twice, letting him back into the burlesque-themed goblin brothel. He had been with enough of the girls that they started to get a grasp for his tastes. He went to relax one evening, drinking alongside Lonny as the orange-head snuggled up under his arm. Vince was enjoying the atmosphere, watching the performance on their stage.

Their usual singer was especially into her act today. They tended to have live music and usually a singer to keep up the burlesque feel of the place. As a demon in a suit played the piano, a slender goblin in a loosely cut cocktail black dress strode along the stage, swaying her hips and sending her breasts bobbing around with them. Very long blue hair hung over one eye while strands danced between her breasts. She had a loose, silk choker around her well-tuned throat and some of her longer steps showed a flash of a single black garter and a pair of low black heels. 

“She’s available,” Lonny said quickly as she took another drink. 

“She what?” Vince asked. He only realized he’d been staring at the stage after how suddenly he looked away.

“Kemmy. Onstage. She does private shows just like the rest of us. It’s just that not everybody thinks to ask about her.” The idea was certainly tempting.

“So do I just go up or ask someone or…?”

“Just sit by the stage and give her a wave. She’ll get to you when she’s ready.” Vince had no reason to doubt her. She had explained that every girl there got a cut of each other’s income to encourage them to share their guests.

With an emploring gesture from Lonny, Vince moved in and took his seat in front of the stage. Kemmy met his eye and he raised his drink in a modest toast to her. She winked back at him… or maybe she just blinked really pointedly. The hair was draped over one of her eyes, after all.

She definitely recognized his approach. As he sat down she walked over towards her piano player, lounging across the top of it as she crooned along with the music.

“No need to fight. It’s just for toniiiight.

You don’t owe me anything but a fling~!”

As Kem went through her chorus, she stepped off the stage to lounge on the piano. The audience whistled and cheered as she raised a leg, letting her dress ride up on her thigh as she laid back across the smooth wood. As much as the random viewers enjoyed it, Vince found himself at the perfect angle to look up her dress. There was nothing resembling underwear, judging by the flash of green thigh and pussy aimed in his particular direction. She lowered her leg and rose again to wrap up her song, raising her eyebrow towards Vince. She wound her thigh around her mic stand for the last long note, holding it as her plump breasts perked up from her talented lung control.

When they finally bounced back down, the various customers and workers applauded the performance. Kem placed her microphone back on her stand, blowing a quick kiss to the crowd. She gave a small wave to the piano man, who raised a cigarette and lit it with a flame from his thumb. Kem moved to the edge of the stage and squatted down in front of Vince.

“Hey there, handsome,” she greeted with a small and smooth smile. Even her speaking voice made her sound like a babe from a detective movie, if a little squeakier than you’d expect. “Looking for a private show?”

“Yes please,” Vince answered quickly. “You came highly recommended.”

“Then they know what they’re talking about.” Kem seemed low energy while she was offstage, but she kept oozing confidence (and other goblin juices). She held out her hand expectantly until Vince took her hand, steadying her as she hopped onto his table. She went to a chair to the floor before giving him a sultry, almost sleepy glance, tugging on his hand to urge him to his feet.

“Come on. I’m tired of the crowd,” she cooed. Vince got a few envious or encouraging glances as he followed her lead, taking him back to the guest rooms and giving some small signal to the elven clerk.

Kem took her taller customer to a room he hadn’t been in before. It was a cozy little setup of low mood lighting and an old-fashioned record player plugged in by the wall. Vince shut the door behind him as the songstress started up her record player. Some soft classic jazz started as she swayed her hips, immediately picking up on the rhythm.

“Nothing really sets the mood like some music,” Kem pointed out. She hopped onto her low but wide bed and crossed her legs.

“So what does that make your singing?” Vince asked as he moved to join her.

“Really vocal masturbating,” Kem chuckled flirtatiously. “What’s not to like about being the center of attention and being eye-fucked up by a bunch of boozed up stilts?”

If it weren’t a goblin, he might have thought that was sarcasm. Kem took one of the bedposts and lifted it, showing that it was hollowed out. A narrow bottle was on the underside of the tip as she took a pull for herself and held it out to him. The old style of clothes and her seductive offer of some smuggled booze made her look like a bootlegger queen. Vince took the bottle and a drink of its sharp-tasting liquid as she cozied up against his side. Kem slipped Vince’s arm over her shoulder so that her long hair started to spill into his lap. Her hand soon followed.

Help yourself,” Kem said with a casual nod, already working on his pants. As Vince swallowed his mouthful of what seemed to be a flavored rum, she freed and swallowed half his cock. The blue-haired cutie could clearly do more with her mouth than just sing as she started to slide her head up and down, giving the tiniest of grunts and moans that could barely be heard over the background music. She rested her elbows on his thighs, rhythmically sucking as she comfortably kicked her legs up behind her. She flicked off shoes with the toes of the other foot to get comfortable as she drooled over his shaft.

Kem started to hum softly. At first Vince thought she was just getting into her blowjob but she started to sway her head, gently tugging his cock along with her lips like a dance partner. Her puckered lips held it tight as her flexing and humming tongue massaged along its tender bottom half. 

With a soft smack of her lips, she lifted her head and her sleepy eyes lit up a little. 

“Oh! This’ the good part.”

“That was really good already,” Vince mentioned but the goblin wiggled her fingers dismissively at him.

“No, no. The record. This part always gets me going but the next… mm!” The lazily happy goblin shivered before she pushed his chest, laying him back on the bed and straddling his hips. “Sugar, you haven’t lived ‘til you’ve scrubbed it to Sinatra.”

She lifted the hem of her dress, confirming his suspicions of her lacking panties as she flashed him her pussy. He didn’t have long to look at it before she mounted his cock, letting the ritzy dress drop back down around his hips. Some soft piano and horns played in the background as she gave a firm thrust of her hips, planting the head of cock deep inside her slippery little snatch and right against her clit. She gave a pleased hum, shutting her eyes and folding back her ears. The bemused noise turned back into the soft humming to the music, making her body vibrate gently around him. 

“I’ve got you… under my skin,” Kem started to croon softly. It made her body clench, the controlled singer apparently using her whole body when she performed. It was a strange but pleasant feeling to effectively feel out the acoustics inside her snatch.

As she started to sing along to the instrumental, she peeled down the shoulders of her dress. She flashed Vince a meaningful glance as she went on with his very literal private show. She revealed her modest but very bouncy breasts that bobbed with her casual musings.

“I've got you deep in the heart of me. So deep in my heart that you're really a part of me.” 

Kem smiled and wiggled her hips meaningfully as she played with the lyrics. She seemed to be in a state of blissful euphoria, mixing her music with sex. Vince cupped her plump little breasts and felt her voice reverberating through the squishy green skin. Her hips didn’t just pump around his cock but swayed and flexed, giving more than just a firm humping. Kem’s already snug and slimy pussy was all but massaging Vinces dick, milking precum out of him to mix with her own abundant juices. Her face cracked into a softly widening smile as she held a note a bit too long, her sultry voice quivering as a bit of drool ran over her lips and landed on his chest. She braced her hands on his stomach to boost him in a bit deeper as a note came out high and cracked as her long blue hair ran in tickling strokes across his body as she writhed to the music.

“And each time I do just the thought of you makes me stop…” 

The smokey voice broke as the goblin’s body tensed up and she gave a short, shrill squeak. His cock had rubbed right against her swollen clit, and the vibrations of her voice made him squeeze her breasts tightly together as he came inside her. Kem bit her lip and shut her eyes as he gushed his seed inside the little green songstress. She paused to let the music play over their soft grunting and moaning before she leaned in closer, barely reaching far enough to kiss him softly on the lips while keeping his leaking cock tip inside her. She winked as her blue hair formed a sort of veil or carpet around his chest.

“Just before I begin. ‘Cuz I've got you…”  she mused, clenching her thighs possessively. She swayed her curvy hips behind her to tug lightly at his cock. It painted his cum over her clit as it mixed with her thick juices. His dick did its best to keep hard for her with the sound of her music and feel and smell the oily green woman riding his dick. 

“Under my…” Kem paused with a short, high gasp as her body seemed to vibrate on the spot. Her fingers curled as she gripped his sides, scratching them lightly as her big ear rested against his chest. Vince squeezed her ass to hold her hips against him as the soft splatting noise accompanied her thick and pulpy cum hitting his lap.

“Well… you know the rest,” Kem chuckled softly.

“Quite the show,” Vince admitted, giving her plump behind another squeeze.

“I could use a little breather for practice,” Kem replied as her tight goblin snatch clung greedily to his dick. “Some of the girls like to scream and curse when they cum. I just feel like everything’s about makin’ music.”

“That’s… weirdly deep of you. In a good way,” Vince managed. Kem chuckled, just as calm and pleased with herself as when they’d started (if smelling of the strong, pickled rubber scent of goblin sex). She plucked up her hidden flask again and drank the last few drops while her pussy unlocked around him at last. She finally eased herself off his cock. 

“What can I say, sugar dick? Sludgin’ inspires me.”  Now that was the most goblin thing she’d said all night.

She delicately plucked her needle off her record player and flashed him another wink. “That was fun. Grab me again sometime, but I should probably check back on the stage. Make sure Deacon doesn’t feel like he’s gettin’ paid for nothin’.” She tugged her dress back up around her shoulders, fetched her shoes and was back out the door within moments.