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"Hi Matt." I waved cheerfully from a few feet down the pier. He grinned when he saw me and kissed my cheek when I approached. I blushed and smiled.

"Hello gorgeous. You look nice." I looked away a little awkwardly. I was already in costume, so I was in public with just a white shirt and white underwear with blue leg warmers. I explained this to him and he was totally cool with it.

"I love you accent Yulia." He smiled, walking beside me towards the club. The guard outside the door nodded at me, but held up Matt. I explained he was with me and they let him in. Lena bounced over and welcomed him in then introduced him to Carey. She nodded and grinned. Lena seemed shocked that she was fine with him. I took Lena's hand and led her back to our dressing rooms for our assistants to do our hair. There were strippers everywhere, and they were smoking hot. I couldn't help but stare and it surprised me that Lena never actually noticed my eyes wandering all over the place. Carey certainly did, and I got a light slap to the back of my head whenever I became too obvious. I looked back and she gave me a look that say 'Keep your eyes in bitch. I grinned innocently at her and she rolled her eyes.

Matt was led to a reserved table right in front of the stage and given a free drink while we were dragged off to get our hair done. Even our hair and make-up artists were hot. The girl who dragged me off could have dragged me down a dark alley and I wouldn't have protested. Her had long black hair with a sweeping fringe and her lip was pierced. The tattoo of a snake wrapped round her neck was obvious and she had a band of thorns tattooed around her wrist. She had a french accent, and it was hot. While she was applying my eye make-up, I couldn't help but picture her in a french maids outfit. I heard someone shouting at Lena in the distance for not keeping still. I grinned and my assistant laughed.

"Is she always this fidgety?" She asked me in English. I said yes and smiled at the thought of her wriggling around impatiently. The french girl laughed and started fiddling with my hair. I have no idea what she wanted to do with it.

"Okay babes. Your on." I opened my eyes and she was pretty close, smiling down at me. I took a deep breath and stood up, following Lena nervously towards the closed curtain. We were introduced to the crowd outside, then we entered the stage. I admit, I had stage fright at first, and my joins felt rebellious and stiff, but I quickly calmed down when I recognized the sound of Lena's voice. I could see Matt in the front, watching my every move, and I could feel Carey's eyes monitoring us from backstage.

It got the the bit where the X rated part came in. The strippers would have us on the floor, then the lesbian scene would come in. They did just that. We both jumped and went down onto the padded bit of the floor like when someone goes down to do the 'worm', two strippers did the same action above us and grinded us once. My head dropped, and I was grateful that the microphone was no where near my mouth as I moaned when she stripped above me caused friction. We jumped back up and finished the verse before the music was alone for a couple of minutes, Lena pushed me roughly against the speakers with a seductive look on her face, the guys in the bar cheered and her body pressed against mine. She crouched down and back up, grinding me hard. I was moaning, but the music was too loud for her to hear me. Then her lips crashed against mine, and the crowd, and my pulse, went wild.

Her tongue slipped past my lips, and her hands wandered around my waist under my shirt. My hands disappeared into her hair and gripped on. I didn't need to hear it, I felt her moan into the kiss. I grinned and continued the song when the lyrics came back on. She pushed herself off me and I could tell from her movement that her legs were slightly shaking. I couldn't help but smirk as I caught Matt's eye. His mouth was open and he was looking at me with a look of lust and want. I winked at him and finished the first song. The rest of the gig just went on as normal. We only had a half an hour slot, so it was only six songs long, and a minute make-out session near the end. The crowd seemed pretty eager when Lena's hands slid up my top, my head fell back and her teeth met the skin on my neck. That part wasn't planned, and I think everyone heard me moan.

"That was Tatu ladies and gentlemen!" One of the strippers shouted into the microphone as we jogged off stage, right before the real stripper show began. There were people waiting for us with towels and cups of water for us. We were both sweating, and I was seriously turned on. Lena came with me into my dressing room and said she wanted to ask me something. I agreed and sat down on a bean bag in the corner of the room. She sat beside me, the beanbag tipping us closer together, so I 'casually' swung my legs over hers for 'a little more comfort'.

"I know I keep bringing this up Yulia, but please be honest, are you in the slightest bit gay?" I sighed and looked away, trying to pretend that this constant question was irritating.

"No. Why do you keep asking?" I asked her, not in a nasty way, but just to find out where she was becoming suspicious.

"It's just, you moaned on stage, more than once. I saw the look on your face when that stripper grinded you, and I heard you moan when I bit your neck. You were watching your make-up artist pretty intently, you never seem interested in guys. The relationship between you and Carey seems pretty intimate, and you always seem to put everything into it when we kiss. Backstage, on stage, whenever. It just seems a bit suspicious."

"What makes you think I put everything into our kisses?" I didn't look at her, I suddenly became very interested in a piece of thread from the bean bag.

"Well, coming from a totally straight point of view, they're good kisses. I don't know you might just be a naturally great kisser or something, but you always seem to put a lot of feeling into them and it makes them great." I blushed with a grin on my face and looked up at her with my eye brows slightly raised in amusement.

"You think I'm a good kisser? Oh, and your asking me if I'm gay, but your the one who kissed me first after our All The Things She Said set." She nodded and looked into space, a serious look on her face.

"More to confirm that you were just adding feeling on set, as a sort of public show, but apparently not, because they were just as intimate in private." I felt nervous, like I'd finally been caught out. I guess I had, but I could still talk my way out of it, though I didn't know how.

"I'm not, but if I was gay, would you still be my friend?" I asked her, looking away again.

"Of course. It wouldn't change anything. It'd just put my mind at rest. I'll admit I prefer girls to guys when I'm drunk, but sober, I always regret it."

"So you regret what happened with us on your sixteenth?" I asked her, feeling highly disappointed.

"Actually, I don't. It kind of brought us closer, but I guess that's because we're just really close friends." I nodded and smiled genuinely. I was considering telling her the truth. She'd just told me it wouldn't change anything, so maybe I should just tell her, but just as I was about to, there was a knock on the door.

"Hello?" I called, and Matt's nervous voice replied. Lena smirked to herself while I got up to answer the door. Matt looked shy as I pulled him into the changing room. Lena smiled and winked at me, saying in Russian to have fun and be safe. I winked at her and assured her I would. She laughed and went back to her own changing room.

"You two were amazing out there. Very hot." He smiled and tucked him hands into his navy blue jeans pockets.

"Thank babe. It tends to happen every gig." I smiled and took off my shirt. His eyes widened and he blushed, but he didn't move his eyes away from my body. I smirked and ran my hands down my stomach, playing him like a toy. He was watching with lust. I wondered if I should go for it. Lena's changing room was right beside mine, and maybe if I did, she'd hear and all her suspicions would vanish, along with my virginity, but it may be worth it. I walked slowly towards him and pressed my body against his. In just my underwear, and leg warmers, I could feel a bulge in his pants steadily growing.

"What's wrong babe? Like what you see or something?" He nodded, biting his lip and watching me.

"Well if you have something?" I winked and walked back towards the bean bag. His eyes widened and he pulled his wallet from his pocket, pulling a small square packet from his pocket. I took a deep breath and reached behind me, unclasping my bra and letting it drop to the floor. I couldn't help but laugh at the speed his top came off and he unbuckled his jeans, dropping them to the ground along with his boxers. I went back over and wrapped my hand around his dick, rubbing softly. His eyes closed and his head fell back. I pulled him down so I was laid on my back, his warm body between my legs. He ripped open the packet and pulled out the greasy, lubricated condom from it's foil packaging and rolling it over his length. He pulled down my underwear and pressed against my entrance.

"You sure?" He asked, his floppy brown hair falling over his face. I nodded without even thinking about it, not wanting to think about it. He pushed into me, and a searing pain over took me. I felt something tear and rip inside me. I winced and gasped and he stopped inside me.

"You okay?"

"Just keep going, please." He nodded and pushed in and out repeatedly until the pain faded. It occasionally felt good, until he began hitting that spot over and over. I couldn't help but moan. My eyes were closed and I was picturing a totally different scene. All I could see when my eyes were closed, was Lena, naked, that's all the detail you need to know. I was moaning, and he was going at me harder and faster. I dug my nails into his back and he grunted. I think it was a moan, but they're so much hotter coming form girls.

He repeated this. I could feel him sliding in and out of me and with my imagination, I really enjoyed this. I was moaning, and I knew Lena could hear me, because the walls were thin between the rooms and I was being purposely loud. I felt myself getting closer after a while, and his breath indicated he was too. Eventually, I felt the condom within me get slightly thicker, and it hit that spot once more for me, and I joined him on that cloud. The feeling of that first orgasm given to me by a guy was actually unforgettable, not because I liked the guy, but because of the image I had in my head when I did come. I felt bad. I'd used this guy, but he didn't seem to care.