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[TheAuthor]

Beth’s eyes widened in panic as the excitement around the bull swelled, the crowd buzzing with anticipation after Amy’s daring, electrifying ride.

She instinctively took a half-step back, clutching at the hem of her tiny latex dress with trembling fingers—acutely aware that her bare skin beneath was dangerously close to being exposed.
“No way. Absolutely not,” Beth insisted, voice firm, but wobbling slightly.

Her auburn hair caught the lights as she moved, sending glints of gold and red dancing across the darkened club, only drawing even more attention to her.
A chant broke out, loud and booming:

“Red-head ride the bull! Red-head ride the bull!”

Beth’s heart slammed against her ribs as more men gathered, their faces expectant, their smiles wide.

Everywhere she looked, it was eyes—hungry, excited, wanting.

Maddi laughed and nudged Beth’s arm playfully.

“They're practically worshipping you, Red."

Holly chuckled mischievously. “They’ve got good taste. Looks like you're the star now.”

Beth turned helplessly to Amy, pleading silently for rescue.

Amy, flushed from her own ride but grinning, squeezed Beth’s shoulder reassuringly.

"It wasn’t that bad, Beth. I swear—once you’re up there, you forget everything else."

Beth wasn’t convinced.

Her dress barely covered her when standing still—and she had no underwear on either, she was going to flash her pussy at everyone if she got up there!

Alex stepped closer, hands in pockets, trying to be casual but utterly failing to hide the desperate hope on his face.

"Come on, Beth," he said gently. "You were the most competitive one at the beach.

You’re not seriously gonna back down now, are you?"

Beth shot him a playful glare—but her knees shook.

The chanting only grew louder. "Red-head! Red-head! Red-head!"

Even the VIPs, lounging above, leaned forward, predatory smiles spreading.

The bull operator, seeing her hesitation, moved closer, speaking gently over the noise:

"I'll take it easy, I promise. Just a minute or two, slow and steady. You’ll be great."

Beth hesitated. Every instinct screamed at her to run — but another part urged her forward, to the beat of the music, the chanting from the crowd pulled her towards the bull, something iside her ached to step forward, she could feel the butterflies in the pit f her stomach, the surge of adrenaline.

After a long moment, she lifted her chin.

“One or two minutes,” she warned, holding up a firm finger. “Slow."


The crowd roared their approval.

As Beth approached the bull, the cheers grew louder.

Carefully, she placed her hands on the cool metal frame and swung one bare leg over—instantly feeling the hard, cold vinyl against her freshly-shaved skin.

Beth froze for a fraction of a second.

The shock of the coldness against her pussy was startling.

It was raw.

Immediate.

The bull almost seemed to pulse under her, every micro-movement amplified by the fact she wore no underwear. Too far back and she could feel the bull's vibrations through her ass, and too far forward….. Beth paused the cold bull material rested on her clit, the micro vibrations sending tingling through her body, which felt good. This was the perfect position, slightly forward, a good centre of balance… it just happened to be directly on Beth’s clit and parted pussy lips, Something Beth knew she would have to grin and bare for the 2 minutes.

God, what am I doing? she thought wildly.

The sensation was strange—unnerving, yet... somehow electric.

Her heart raced, not just from the exposure risk, but from the strange arousal of feeling so vulnerable.

As she settled into position, Beth was hyper-aware of the fabric of her latex dress stretched taut across her hips, barely covering her.

She could feel the crowd's gaze, heavy and greedy, waiting for the inevitable wardrobe failure.



The operator started the bull at a gentle pace.

Beth gripped tightly, instinctively finding her balance.

The bull rocked. Beth’s hips responded.

Her hair fanned out behind her, catching the stage lights like molten copper.



From the sidelines, men leaned in, waiting for the flash that surely had to come.

Beth could hear them murmuring:

“She’s gonna flash any second.”

“Wait for it— she has no underwear on, wait for it… I swear you can see pussy, no way she holds it."



But Beth moved like she had been born to ride.

She adapted instinctively, shifting her hips with sensual grace, keeping her thighs glued strategically, her movements elegant rather than frantic.

There were moments—a tilt too far back, a bounce too sharp—where the hem of her dress rode high enough to cause collective gasps—only for Beth to expertly sway, flicking her hair and adjusting just enough to deny them the show they so desperately craved.



The crowd grew louder, wilder, each time she almost revealed more.

Beth’s inner world was a whirlwind:

The coolness of the bull against her thighs;

The tug of the latex over her ass;

The rhythm between her legs that had nothing to do with fear, and everything to do with the vibrations of the bull.



Is this what Holly feels like all the time?

This... ? This tease? This power?

Beth realized she was enjoying it.

She leaned back slightly during a gentle buck, her legs tightening against the bull’s sides, her arms outstretched in graceful abandon—like a goddess astride some wild, mechanical steed.



The crowd roared.

Men shouted her name.

The VIPs leaned in hungrily.

But no flash came.

Only glimpses.

Only maddening, mouthwatering glimpses.

It wasn’t clumsiness that made her beautiful up there.

It was control.

Holly laughed delightedly from the side, clapping along to the beat of the chant now morphing into:
"Ride it, Red! Ride it, Red!"



Even Alex stood frozen, stunned admiration etched across his face.



Finally, sensing the bull’s rhythm shift, Beth prepared herself.

Timing it perfectly, she released her grip—and flipped gracefully off the bull, her dress spinning dangerously high—only to land with dancer-like precision, her dignity intact.
The roar from the crowd was deafening.

Beth flicked her hair back over her shoulder, cheeks flushed but triumphant.

She sauntered back to her friends, the entire club’s eyes glued to her.

As she passed Alex, she leaned in just enough to whisper against his ear:

"Still think I'm shy?"
The poor guy could only nod dumbly, utterly wrecked.

Beth laughed, throwing her arms around Holly and Maddi as they whooped and hugged her.

To be continued very soon (Does anyone know of a good Video sharing host i can use thats approved, i want to start to make some videos i could share as i learn)

[TheAuthor]

Still buzzing from Beth’s stunning performance, the crowd around the mechanical bull buzzed even louder, eager for more.

Without hesitation, Holly stepped forward, flipping her golden hair back and raising her hand high like a victorious queen.



"My turn!" she called out, her voice crisp and daring.

The crowd erupted, their cheers deafening.

Even before she moved toward the bull, Holly paused deliberately, placing her hands on her hips, her body language pure challenge.

She laughed, teasing the clubgoers loudly enough for the entire room to hear:

"Now, you don’t just want a ride—you want a *show,* right?"



A roar of approval swept through the club.

Hands clapped, whistles pierced the air, men banged their drinks against the bar.

Holly’s grin widened mischievously.



She gave a little twirl, letting her short, shimmering dress rise tantalizingly high, flashing toned legs and the barest hint of pussy and ass.

"Who wants to see me *really* ride?" she taunted, her voice musical, full of playful promise.
The crowd went absolutely wild.



Beth gasped, half laughing, half horrified, whispering to Maddi,
"She’s working them like a Vegas showgirl—and she hasn’t even sat down yet!"

Maddi just grinned; she was enjoying the show as much as the men at this point.



Holly finally strutted to the bull with supreme confidence, pausing one last time beside the two shy hotel staff who stood frozen, wide-eyed and helpless.

She winked at them conspiratorially.

"Don’t blink, boys. You might miss something important."

They nearly fainted.



Climbing onto the bull with flawless grace, Holly deliberately adjusted her dress, pretending to protect her modesty while giving the crowd an even more mouthwatering glimpse of her thighs and hips.

The bull operator, already grinning, started the machine at a slow, rhythmic sway.



But Holly wasn’t a beginner.

She immediately began syncing her hips with the bull’s movement, her body swaying with an easy, sensual rhythm.
Every sway, every twist of her waist, was timed to tease, to build anticipation.



The cheers grew louder with every passing second.

At Holly’s playful signal—a twirling finger in the air—the operator grinned and upped the speed.
The bull jolted harder, but Holly was ready.

She leaned back, arched her back perfectly, tossing her golden hair in a shining arc.

Her tight dress hiked higher with every buck, dangerously close to baring everything—but somehow, **somehow**, Holly kept it just right.

**Enough to torment, never enough to reveal.**

The crowd was in agony.



Especially the hotel guys, whose eyes tracked her every daring move, faces flushed, hands gripping the bar desperately.

Holly turned slowly on the bull, facing the hotel staff directly.

Raising her arms high above her head, she wiggled her hips in an exaggerated, teasing motion.
"Is this the entertainment you wanted?" she called, laughing.



The club exploded with noise.

The VIPs up above leaned over the railings, gesturing and shouting among themselves, clearly desperate to find a way to pull her into their booths.



The bull kicked harder, twisting and jolting—but Holly rose to her knees, then smoothly pushed up onto her feet, balancing easily even as the machine bucked beneath her.

The entire room gasped.



Standing tall, arms raised like a victorious gymnast, Holly began a slow, sensual shimmy, her body rolling with perfect control, every move deliberate, every sway perfectly timed to the bull's wild movements.

Her dress clung to her, rising and falling dangerously, offering flashes of smooth thighs, the barest curve of her buttocks—but never quite enough.

Never surrendering the full view of her pussy or ass.

The teasing was exquisite torture.



Beth and Maddi were practically on the floor laughing, while Amy clapped her hands, bouncing excitedly.

The shy hotel staff looked ready to die on the spot.

And Holly?

She lived for it.

She *fed* off it. Holly jumped back down, perfectly landing back on the bucking Bull with a slap, like a wet hand on a toned ass.



The cheers weren’t just noise. They were energy. Validation. The little gymnast from hotel tours had mastered the art of seduction without even touching anyone.

Finally, with a dramatic flourish, Holly performed a stunning, flipping dismount—spinning in the air and landing cat-like on her feet, directly in front of two stunned hotel guys.

She faked a stumble just a little—just enough to make it seem real—and caught herself dramatically against the chest of one of them.

"Phew!" Holly said breathlessly, fanning herself.

"Good thing this dress is so tight, or *somebody* might have gotten a real eyeful."

Both hotel staff were frozen, blinking like deer in headlights.

Holly laughed, brushed a kissy face at them both, and twirled back toward her friends with a triumphant grin.
The crowd *roared*, chanting her name now:

"**Holly! Holly! Holly!**"

As she passed by, dozens of hands reached out to high-five her, offering her drinks, and begging for a dance.



Holly only winked and waved them off lightly.

"Maybe later, boys," she teased. "I've still got friends to show off."

With a wicked smirk, she tossed a look over her shoulder and called out:

"Alright, Maddi! Let’s see if you can make 'em scream louder than I did!"

The club, already on fire, pivoted eagerly toward Maddi, the next beauty to brave the bull—if she dared.

To be continued!!!

[TheAuthor]

Are we allowed to post a link to a YouTube video? I have something I want to share, but I don't want 18 months of work being deleted because I violated a 'don't use YouTube' clause?

It's not rude, it's not anything like that. It's a talking head giving a video update, which I think is cool!!! It's my own work, so not stolen or replicated or anything like that.

[BigVince]

No idea on the linking policy but wow, you've outdone yourself with these sets. Resolution is just amazing. Didn't think you could top Beth's teasing ride but then Holly takes a turn. Feel like I need a cigarette and I don't even smoke.

[TheAuthor]

Check this out guys, please share!!



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[TheAuthor]

As the applause for Holly’s stunning performance slowly quiets, all eyes turn expectantly to Maddi. She smiles seductively, fully aware she's next, and feeling a rush of adrenaline. Maddi may not share Beth’s athletic grace or Holly’s gymnastic prowess, but she possesses her own unique charm—an effortless sensuality, amplified by her slender, perfectly proportioned figure, and notably accentuated by her full, perky breasts.



She steps forward with deliberate slowness, allowing the crowd to fully appreciate her confident stride and the natural bounce of her breasts beneath her revealing club dress. The clubgoers, sensing the teasing spectacle ahead, burst into excited cheers, their anticipation building visibly.



The six boys watch closely, enthralled by Maddi’s confident sensuality. Maddi playfully tosses her hair back, flashing a daring smile toward the crowd, her gaze briefly connecting with several captivated admirers. She gracefully mounts the bull, purposefully leaning forward slightly more than necessary, drawing delighted whistles as her ample breasts are momentarily highlighted.



Once comfortably seated, she signals playfully to the bull operator, who promptly starts the bull’s gentle motion. Maddi quickly finds a rhythm—not athletic, but smooth and provocative. She deliberately exaggerates her movements, each sway and gentle bounce strategically designed to showcase her enticing figure, her breasts drawing continuous attention as they move alluringly beneath the thin fabric of her tight dress.



As the bull picks up speed, Maddi expertly flirts with exposure, subtly allowing her dress to shift higher and higher up her thighs. The crowd holds its collective breath, each spectator keenly aware of how precariously close Maddi’s playful teasing brings her to revealing too much. But each time the tension peaks, Maddi skillfully manoeuvres herself just enough to flash only skin, heightening the crowd’s excitement and anticipation.



Feeling emboldened by the crowd’s thrilled reactions, Maddi leans further forward again, intentionally letting the dress ride dangerously high, fully exposing her perfect, shapely ass to the cheering delight of the watching clubgoers. Rather than adjusting the dress, she mischievously leaves it exactly where it is, allowing every man around the bull to savour the daring, prolonged glimpse; their excited cheers echo louder.



The six boys exchange awed glances, clearly captivated, unable to look away. Maddi, enjoying every moment, tosses her head back dramatically, letting out an exaggerated gasp as the bull twists sharply beneath her. With deliberate drama, Maddi starts to slip slowly from the bull, artfully turning her inevitable fall into a lingering, tantalising spectacle.



Time seems to slow down as Maddi slides from the bull, her dress fluttering precariously, offering the crowd brief but thrilling glimpses beneath. Yet, in perfect control, she manages the moment expertly, stopping just short of any full exposure, masterfully ensuring the teasing remains playful and tantalizingly incomplete.



Maddi lands gently onto the mats, gracefully rolling to soften her fall, ending with a seductive smile directed straight toward the roaring, ecstatic crowd. She rises slowly, deliberately adjusting her dress only now, after ensuring everyone has thoroughly enjoyed her teasing performance.



The crowd erupts into thunderous applause and cheers, ecstatic at Maddi’s provocative display. Her friends laugh delightedly, clapping loudly, fully aware of her calculated yet playful intention.

As Maddi rejoins her girlfriends, she gives them a playful wink, clearly enjoying the enthusiastic attention her flirtatious teasing has inspired.

[TheAuthor]

https://youtube.com/shorts/WDpPsHI4pjM



Maddi's back with some more updates.

[Beju]

Hi TheAuthor!
I'm glad that with the hardware upgrade you felt the fun of creating content anew! The quality of your work is truly Great, and the narrative makes my heart beat faster.
As for the generation of the first films, it promises to be fascinating! To answer your question, it seems to me that a thumbnail and a short description to the link would be good, even as an appetizer.

Oh, and please tell Maddi that there will never be too much of her, no matter if we are talking about photos or videos! I'm is also a strong supporter of her professional development in the entertainment industry. It would be a shame if good money and fun passed her by I'm convinced that she is... resourceful enough to heat up a party full of STIFF guys even alone

[TheAuthor]

As the energetic applause from Maddi’s teasing ride fades into the pulsing club music, the girls regroup, still laughing and exchanging excited remarks about their daring bull rides. Their high spirits are quickly noticed by a small group of confident, impeccably dressed men descending from the elevated VIP lounge. With an air of practiced entitlement, the VIP men move purposefully toward Holly, Beth, Maddi, and Amy.



The lead VIP—a tall, charismatic man with a slick grin—approaches Holly first, assuming a confident posture, fully expecting immediate enthusiasm. "Ladies," he begins smoothly, his voice projecting confidence born from countless successful VIP invitations, "you were spectacular up there. Why don't you come join us upstairs in the VIP lounge? You'll love the view."



Holly, catching the slight tilt of amusement in his voice, smiles back, playful but measured.

"Thanks," she says sweetly, "but the view down here’s already pretty spectacular."



There’s a flicker of surprise across the man's face—not frustration, but intrigue. He's not used to a polite no.

Recovering instantly, he laughs warmly. "Touché. Still—our bartender’s quicker, the music’s better, and the company..." He lets the sentence hang in the air, dripping with confident suggestion.



Beth, standing nearby and adjusting her dress again with a cautious smile, politely shakes her head. "We're fine here. Besides, I think we’ve already got enough eyes on us down here."



One of the other VIPs, slightly younger, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, smoothly steps toward Maddi. His approach is closer but not invasive, his hand brushing lightly against her lower back with the kind of nonchalance that could be mistaken for casual familiarity.

"A girl like you," he murmurs with a wink, "deserves champagne at a nap of the fingers, not queues for cheap liquor."

We'll make it worth your time—there's great company, free-flowing drinks, and," he pauses meaningfully, "if you'd like, a little cash to sweeten the night."



Maddi, maintaining her seductive composure, expertly slides his wandering hand gently back up to her waist, offering a disarming smile. "Tempting offer," she purrs playfully, "but I prefer staying right where the real party is."



He pauses, momentarily puzzled by her assertive yet playful redirection, clearly unfamiliar with women setting firm boundaries.



A third VIP, sharply dressed and clearly experienced, tries his luck with Amy, subtly attempting to separate her from the others. "You were amazing up there," he compliments smoothly, his hand confidently resting on Amy’s hip. "Why waste your talents down here? You deserve VIP attention. Let me show you what real fun is."



Amy, fully aware of his subtle manipulation, smiles warmly yet firmly places his hand on her waist instead. "Thanks, but tonight's about spending time with my friends. Maybe another time," she teases softly, gently stepping back into the safety of the group.



Realizing individual tactics aren’t working, the VIP men attempt a new strategy—targeting Beth, whom they’ve noticed to be quieter, possibly easier to influence. The leader smoothly approaches her, his voice softening. "You especially shouldn’t miss out on what we offer upstairs. A girl with your beauty deserves to be treated like royalty, not hassled by the crowd. Allow us to pamper you—great drinks, better company, and money to spare."



Beth blushes slightly at his focused attention but politely stands firm. "That’s really flattering, but honestly, I’m enjoying myself here," she replies sweetly, meeting his gaze confidently. She skillfully manages his hand, which had attempted to linger near her lower back, repositioning it respectfully to her hip.



The VIP men exchange glances of growing frustration, clearly unused to polite but firm refusals. Deciding persistence might yet pay off, they shift attention back to Holly, believing her assertive personality might enjoy a more direct approach.

"You obviously like attention," the leader comments boldly, stepping closer and confidently resting a hand low on Holly’s backside. "In the VIP lounge, you'd be the center of attention all night—exactly what you want."



Holly smoothly shifts his hand upward, maintaining an amused yet firm tone. "I appreciate the gesture, but tonight I'm keeping my attention exactly where I want it," she says lightly, deliberately glancing toward the shy hotel staff still observing from afar, subtly signaling her disinterest in the VIP offer.



The VIP men, beginning to understand their typical tactics of charm, confidence, and money aren’t succeeding, reluctantly begin to withdraw. Their charismatic leader smiles tightly, acknowledging the temporary setback. "All right, ladies," he finally concedes gracefully, "we respect your choice—but if you change your minds, you know exactly where to find us."



"Maybe later," Maddi replies teasingly, her tone making it clear "later" means probably never.

As the VIPs retreat to their private lounge—irritation veiled by thin smiles, eyes still flicking back for one last look—the girls stay rooted where they are, unmoved and unbothered. Their laughter picks up like a wave once the men are finally out of sight.

"Well, that was intense," Amy murmurs, smirking as she leans in closer to the group.

"Yeah," Holly chuckles, twisting her damp hair off her neck. "They clearly don’t get told 'no' very often."

"Honestly?" Maddi adds, tossing a confident look over her shoulder toward the lounge, "I almost feel bad for them. Some of them were not bad"
"Almost," Amy echoes with a grin.

They all break into laughter, the kind that releases tension and reclaims the night. The music pulses louder again, the moment of unease behind them.

As they weave back through the crowd toward the edge of the bar, they spot their original group of six guys leaning near a high-top table, drinks nearly empty, still watching the girls like they couldn’t believe what just happened.

Holly waves dramatically, “You boys look thirsty. Our turn to return the favour.”



"I’ll grab this one," Maddi says quickly, slipping toward the bar with Amy at her side. "We’ll do a round of those neon shots again, yeah? “

By the time the girls rejoin the group, drinks in hand and ice clinking in tall glasses, the boys have spread out to make space. Holly hands out shots, Amy distributes the rest.
Beth stops in front of Alex, her drink held out to him with a light tilt. “Here. Have one on me.”



He blinks, surprised but smiling. “Thanks. You didn’t have to.”

Beth shrugs, amused. “No, I did. I don’t want you thinking I owe you something just because you bought the first round.”

Alex raises an eyebrow, clearly entertained. “So now we’re even?”

“Even?” Beth smirks, sipping her own drink. “Let’s just say I’m investing in goodwill. In case I need something from you.”

“Okay,” Holly announces, setting her empty glass down and cracking her neck, “we’ve handled the VIPs, survived the bull, and bought our round. Let's fucking dance!!”



Beth leans into Maddi, eyes sparkling playfully. “And now we’re dancing again. More sweaty men... I shouldn't like it, but there's something exciting about getting lost in the music.”

Maddi smirks knowingly. “You sure? Alex would probably volunteer to rescue you.”

Beth laughs softly, shaking her head. “Tempting, but I’m not ready to be rescued yet.”

With drinks in hand and smiles brightening, the group melts back onto the dance floor, looser and more energized, the Octopus juice fuelling their playful courage.

[TheAuthor]

The VIP - wishes to have a word...



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