Porn Star (21 page)

The dance floor was cleared and a few
musicians stood by ready to play for Cassidy. One played a lute,
another a drum and the last a flute. Not the kind of music Cassidy
was used to dancing too. The king and queen sat at the royal throne
surrounded by knights and servants. It was past meal time and
everyone was ready for the show. From the crowd, a tall man in a
brightly colored costume walked to the center of the stage and
introduced Cassidy to the king and queen.

“My dear King Sid and lady Maddy, I present
to you the dancing styles of one Cassidy Rayne, a self-proclaimed
“Porn Star.”

The crowd cheered and clapped in anticipation
of something new and the king perked up and sat on the edge of his
seat. A very fat man, the king was used to getting his way, but not
used to women as hot as Cassidy. The queen scoffed at the king and
rolled her eyes. Her rolls of fat hung over her throne and shown
under her dress.

Cassidy stepped forward and bowed to the king
and queen. She signaled the musical trio and together they played
and she danced. Her natural instincts quickly took over and in a
moment she was topless with her huge breasts swinging in the air.
The crowd gasped in horror, gazing upon her nipples as they twirled
in the air spinning around and around. Next she pulled off her
skirt and let it fall to the stone floor exposing her pussy to
everyone around. It wasn’t as clean shaven as it usually was not
having access to a razor, but everyone got a good view of it as she
squat on the ground and spread her legs bouncing up and down like a
spring.

The kings eyes remained fixed on Cassidy as
she danced, bounced and made all sorts of lewd gestures to the
crowd, the women folk made faces and spoke to each other covering
their faces with their hands. The men stepped in close for a better
look. Everyone wondered how long the king would allow this to go
on, No one had ever seen anything like this before and was way out
of line considering their fundamentalist religious views. But the
view they all had right now was pretty good so the kind didn’t want
to stop the show.

Then the queen signaled for a guard to stop
her and she was ceremoniously ignored. Nobody fucked with the king,
not even the queen and no guard was going to risk his life pissing
off the king. Cassidy was back in her element and ate up the
attention. She almost got to the point of liking the music playing
in the background. For a moment, she felt more like an artist than
a stripper.

“Stop this!” the queen yelled rising slowly
from her throne. She waved and the flabs of fat under her arms
waved in the opposite direction. For a long time, nobody paid any
attention to her until she stepped down off the throne and waddled
onto the dance floor and kicked the flute player getting the band
to stop playing. “What is this whore doing? She should be in a
brothel, not entertaining us!”

The king sat silent waiting for his wife to
shut the fuck up so Cassidy could continue to dance. It was a long
wait, his wife didn’t budge.

“You!” the queen yelled pointing at Cassidy,
“You are a harlot! Go far away from here where you won’t corrupt
good men and steal them from their faithful wives!”

Cassidy stood there, nude and dumbfounded not
knowing what to do. She looked for someone to give her direction
but no one stepped forward and said anything. It was like they were
afraid of the king and the king was now looking for a wrestling
match. “I’m just doing what they told me to do,” Cassidy
replied.

“‘I’m telling you to leave, now!” the queen
yelled pointing away from the dance floor.

“That’s fine with me, I don’t want to piss
him off though,” referring to the king who was intrigued with the
show. The kind didn’t say or motion either way.

“He may be my king, but around here I am
queen bitch and I say who stays and who goes, and I say you
go!”

“Hold on!” the king yelled, interrupting
before his show ended too soon. “Let her finish.”

“She is finished,” the queen said flat.

“No, I don’t think so,” the king said. “I
wear the pants in this kingdom.”

“This woman is trying to compete with me, I
won’t be in a competition.”

“That woman kicked your ass the second she
stepped on the dance floor. No offence but you’re really fat.”

“I am the queen!”

“I got a guy with an axe that might change
that if you don’t shut the fuck up,” the king said.

“How dare you threaten me! I am the mother of
your children!”

“You also suck in bed and not in a good way,”
the king said with a smile. “Let the girl dance and go eat another
turkey leg.”

Livid, the queen took a swing at Cassidy and
hit her in the head knocking them both to the ground. Cassidy got
right back up and the queen laid on the ground in a puddle of her
own fat.

The crowd erupted watching the two women
fight on the dance floor. It took the queen a few minutes to get
up, but once she did, she again waddled over to Cassidy and this
time grabbed her by her long blonde hair and pulled till she
screamed. Dennis, who was sitting in the crowd cringed in horror as
he watched his friend get yanked around like a doll. The king did
nothing to stop it.

Cassidy, much stronger and agile, grabbed
onto her own hair keeping the queen from yanking it out of her head
and used the leverage to knee the queen in her fat gut. At first it
didn’t seem to do much since the queen was so fat, but in a moment,
after the shock settled in, the queen let go and backed away. She
seemed to be hurt with a tear in her eye.

“Kill her!” she commanded to a knight who was
standing by trying to hide his laughter. The knight looked to the
king who was shaking his head no and decided to ignore the queen’s
request.

Frustrated, the queen walked over to the
knight and took his sword from his side and tried to lift it into a
swinging position. Her lack of exercise and massive mounds of arm
fat made it almost impossible to lift the blade and she had to let
it back down to the ground. “Somebody help me!” she yelled. Nobody
moved.

The king had finally seen enough and got
everyone’s attention. “As entertaining as this is, I like my fun a
little more organized. I propose a joust between the new dancing
girl and my queen, to take place in one hour.”

“What? You can’t expect me to joust!” the
queen yelled. “I’m not one of your servants, I’m the queen!”

“Do we have a horse strong enough to hold her
up?” the king asked.

The royal stable master approached the king
and bowed his head. “No sir, none of our horses are strong enough
to lift such a massive weight.”

“That’s what I thought, any ideas?” the king
asked.

“We could mount her on a bull, or maybe a
very large hog your majesty.”

“But would a hog be able to joust? I mean
they have to run in a straight line for like one hundred yards. I’d
think a hog would get very tired.”

“We could shorten the run to twenty five
feet.”

“That’s not a lot of room to get up to speed,
plus the dancing girl would be much

higher on a horse. They would both have to
ride hogs to make this fair.”

The queen stepped over to the king and
pointed at him and said, “I am not riding a hog.”

“Honey, you are a hog, no get back over there
and shut the fuck up,” the king said.

In a huff, the queen turned and walked away.
It took her a while, but she managed to get back to where she
started.

Addressing the royal stable master again, the
king said, “I like the hog idea, but I don’t think it will work,
what if we gave them both lances and had them run at each
other?”

“I beg your pardon sir king, but I don’t
believe the queen is able to run.”

“Point taken,” the king said and he leaned
back in his chair and rubbed his chin as he thought. Nothing came
to him, he was a total blank. “Fuck,” he said and thought some
more. “How about daggers at ten paces?” he asked thinking out
loud.

“The queen has massive arm fat, it still
wouldn’t be a fair fight.” the stable master said.

“What would be a fair fight?” the king
asked.

“It would have to be something more
intellectual, not physical I would think.”

“For example?” the king asked.

“Like a board game, like chess, or maybe a
trivia challenge.”

The king looked to Cassidy and spoke up, “Do
you know how to play chess?””

Cassidy perked up her boobs and flashed the
king.

“No, not play with your chest, do you know
how to play chess?”

Cassidy shook her head no and turned to the
crowd so they could look at her tits. She

was such and exhibitionist.

“Trivia it is then,” the king said. “Who is
the smartest person here?” the king shouted to the crowd. “I need
someone to come up with some good trivia questions.”

Immediately a hand raised from the crowd. It
was the town magician, Drack the magnificent.

The king nodded his approval and addressed
Drack, “I need fifty trivia questions in an hour, can you do
that?”

Drack spoke up with a growl in his throat,
“Yes your majesty, I could come up with a thousand if you
please.”

“That’s fine, fifty is plenty, no make that
seventy five, the queen is pretty smart.”

“Any particular subjects?” Drack asked.

“No, general trivia would be fine, no math or
geography though, I find those subjects boring.”

“You are a king, geography should be your
best subject, and you’re in the conquering business aren’t you?”
Drack asked.

“I got knights for that crap, they can’t be
out slaying dragons all the time.”

Dennis, bored and picking his ear perked up
when he heard the king mention dragons. Did he literally mean
dragons or was he saying the knights were lazy? He turned to a man
in the crowd and asked, “Does he mean real dragons?”

“What other kind are there?” the man asked
back.

“Maybe it was a metaphor, I don’t know.”

“You’ve never seen a dragon?” the man
asked.

“I come from South Dakota, all I’ve ever seen
are cows and my neighbors very large German Shepard.”

“To answer your silly question, we have lots
of dragons around here. The real kind, with wings and tails.”

Dennis pondered for a moment wondering how
the hell they went from South Dakota, to Kansas, to Oklahoma, to
fairy tale medieval England. At what point did he fall and hit his
head putting him into this dream. Dragons? What the hell, that’s
the craziest bullshit her ever heard.

The king spoke up again, “Everyone meet back
here in an hour and we’ll have our contest. Until then, go home and
take a bath, you all smell like shit.”

An hour later, the queen and Cassidy were set
at one end of the royal court with Drack standing at a podium with
a list of trivia questions. The king sat alone on his throne and
the entire court was surrounded by excited spectators. Not as
excited as it would have been for a joust, but exciting
nonetheless.

“Start the contest,” the king said sipping on
a glass of wine.”

“Yes your majesty,” Drack said making sure
his papers were in order. “Who goes first?” he asked the king.

“Let the dancer go first, she is the guest,”
the king replied.

Drack nodded in acknowledgement and read from
his prepared trivia question list. “Approximately how far can you
sail before your ship falls off the edge of the Earth?” he asked.
He then looked to Cassidy for a response.

She made a face like she had just sucked on a
lemon. “What?” she asked and looked at the king like this was some
sort of joke.

“Answer the question,” the king said picking
his ear.

“The Earth has no edge, that’s not a real
question is it?” she asked.

“Is that your final answer?” Drack asked.

“Hold on, you can’t be serious. You do
realize the Earth is round don’t you?” she asked. Nobody replied.
The crowed mumbled a bit then was silent.

“You are incorrect,” Drack replied. “The
correct answer is six hundred miles east, and four hundred miles
west.”

Cassidy sat dumbfounded looking at Drack. She
then looked at the king and shook her head in disgust. “How do you
know that? Have you ever been to the edge of the Earth? Has
anybody?”

“No, it’s far too dangerous,” Drack replied.
“Next question is for the queen.”

The queen perked up and adjusted her huge
boobs. She smiled to the crowd and awaited her question.

“How much blood do you have to bleed an adult
male to get rid of the creeping death?” Drack asked.

“Do you mean the Oriental or European
version?” the queen asked.

“The European,” Drack replied.

“That would be one half pint,” the queen
replied smiling to the crowd.

“That is correct,” Drack replied. “That is
one for the queen and zero for the dancer.”

Cassidy looked at the queen like she was some
sort of joke and then back to Drack who was getting his next
question ready.

“Now to the dancer,” Drack said. “What are
the three signs that identify a witch?”

“Only three?” she laughed trying to break the
tension. “I would have to guess a pointy hat, a wart on the nose
and a green tint to her skin?” she replied.

“That is incorrect, if the queen can answer
she can have the point.”

The queen sat there looking up at the sky
lost in thought. She had no idea but didn’t want to come off as
stupid. “She is a witch!” the queen said pointing to Cassidy.
“Look, she looks different, she speaks different, and she acts
different, she is a witch I say!”

Drack stood there and didn’t know how to
respond, her answers were all wrong, but when someone accuses
someone else of being a witch, it’s usually a big deal and everyone
takes notice.

Cassidy stood up and put her hands on her
shapely hips in protest. “I am not a witch you bitch!” she yelled
at the queen.