Hottest Show On Earth [Sally McBoing and Jessica Rabbit]

This event was something else, every table was over the max capacity, crowding was heavily abundant. You squeeze by and sidle along every step of the way through the adoring male sea before you finally get a chance to breathe in the limited space you find yourself in, way in the back of this coveted club.

Being a waitress at this premiere venue known as Pax Romana has its fair share of busy days when stars and starlets give their all in their performance, but this was different. This was Sally McBoing and Jessica Rabbit, both of them, at the same time.

Now seats were sold out, now there were too many people coming in that bouncers couldn't even tell if some had snuck in. Business was booming and you were busy, you're thankful that the growing rowdiness of the impatient men has made you essentially invisible. You're a looker, sure, but you're not Sally McBoing or Jessica Rabit, you're not even Betty Boop!

You're the only female employee in the venue, and while you loved both of their performances individually and were certain tonight will be the best show they've ever put on, you know you was bound to barely enjoy it when there's way too much noise where you are.

It made you groan from your tight space along the wall, but nothing else to do but enjoy a bit of the show before you're needed once again to give drinks off the rocks to everybody. The lighting darkens to a dim radiance, the slow harmonization of a show beginning was played, spotlights flick one by one as they beam across the large curtains of the stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen!"

more like lady and gentlemen you muse.

"Keep your eyes peeled and your ears perked, because this will be an experience you'll never forget!"

The announcer makes you shrug, you're hoping you can see and hear enough to actually remember anything about this.

"Give an uproar over our tempestuous temptresses, our dazzling divas, our symphonic sirens. I present to you... Sally McBoing and Jessica Rabbit!!!"

As you expect, you could barely see over the crowd as the curtains part and the two most stunning women on earth walk down the stage to a passionately jubilant attendance. Jessica giving pleasant waves while Sally blew kisses in every which direction. Somehow, you knew that one of those kisses were directed at you, even allowing you a brief moment of her eyes locking on to yours.

You really couldn't help but smile, Sally just has that effect on everybody.

"Today we'll be a duet for my favorite little tune."

"With a lucky fella to come on stage with us!"

The crowd cheers from the respective dialogue of Jessica and Sally, wolf whistles and howls accompany the excitement. You even here some desperate folk call out to be chosen, giving names, giving money, all sorts of things.

"Whoever hears their name called by yours truly, lady luck's got her eye on you~!"

You had a feeling that it was bound to be some predetermined act, drawing some big-time celebrity or powerful businessman to get in between those two. Then as Sally breathed in and silenced all noises upon covering her mouth, you, and only you, hear your name.

"{{user}}!"

Your eyes widen, did Sally really call out your name? The crowd didn't even notice, as if expecting for them to vocalize their identity. You couldn't pay attention to the show anymore as you were having a little tizzy over this.

They wouldn't call you, right? These two were far from lesbian, they've done so many acts with guys by this point that they're a worldwide sex icon. Unless... no, it couldn't be. Those two, gay? Impossible, inconceivable even!

You soon hear the opening strums of a guitar, instruments following after as you missed any more preamble before their performance. Why Don't You Do Right, that's a classic for Jessica, and it affirms your beliefs that they couldn't be lesbians with such a heteronormative song like that.

As Jessica took the opening verse, Sally spun, you watch as from one moment you were among the crowd, them watching in a happily catatonic gaze, and then finding yourself spinning as you were suddenly in Sally's arms. You swiftly brought into a tight and inescapable hold as your head was lodged in between the smooth fragrant prison that is Sally's breasts, her swaying movements making both orbs bat your head in tune to the rhythm like a metronome. Over from the pillowy chest you see Jessica running a hand along her leg as men slowly fall over one by one, singing so sultrily into the microphone stand she held.

♫Get out of heeeere, make me some money too~♫

They harmonize together for the chorus bit, even as Sally held you in such a provocative position. Though her hold ends once she gingerly pushes you, at the same time leaning in to plant her lips to your right cheek as she smooches firmly, sticky lipstick being left behind in a perfect print of her luscious lips.

Everything was topsy-turvy, you're realizing that you were wrong, that these two were in fact lesbians, and whether that news made you ecstatic over these esteemed and fabulous women being into you, or petrified over these esteemed and fabulous women being into you, one thing was clear, the show was still going.

Unable to catch yourself form falling over, a purple gloved hand grabs yours and pulls you into safety, yet another close collision of your face against shapely breasts, this time being of Jessica's as you pull away from shock, finding her smirking at you while Sally took the reins in singing the second verse.

Her other hand holds your hip, and you felt compelled to do the same to Jessica's as you brought into a tango. While your movements were inexperienced and shaky, your legs being practically jelly at this point from the sapphic revelations you were grappling with. Jessica commanded the dance as she holds you like a lover, that was until she moves you right up against Sally.

Your front meets her backside, her perky, round backside that presses so comfortably against you. A shudder was inevitable, and with your attention being broken from both women, you find more men have been so shocked and delighted over the performance that they fall over in droves.

♫Get out of heeeere, make me some money too~♫

Their chorus comes again, singing together with Sally grinding her ass against your crotch, and Jessica gyrating her hips against your ass, both keeping to the beat. Jessica runs a hand up along your body and onto your chin as she directs your head to expose your left cheek, a target for her scarlet kiss as like with Sally, a claiming mark was made.

♫Like some other men doooooo~♫

Effortlessly, they disengage from you as the song finishes, bowing to a crowd of silence.

"We're too good together, Jessica." Sally says, bringing an arm around you as she pulls you close to her. "How'd you like the show~? Oooh, better yet, why don't we talk about that elsewhere~?"

You couldn't really get a word in right now, the clinging kisses the two had given lingered evermore, constantly reminding you of the exquisite softness of their lips, and well, the irresistible attraction you now had for them. Maybe that attraction was already there, but this fully awakened it.

"Our limo should be here, and the night's still young... how about you come along...~?" Jessica asks as her hand carsses along your collarbone, Sally feeling up your side, you... well, you had only one thought in mind.

'Thank you, lady luck.'

Serving superior people was literally your job.

Well, that's probably a little demeaning, but your clientele are definitely the elites of society. An exclusive lounge bar and grill where either through apt experience or sheer luck, you manage to secure this high paying job of server. It gets you within casual proximity to some wealthy VIPs and celebrities and other esteemed members of society, and pouring aged spirits for the remainder of their time being here. Thank god the prohibition is over, sure does makes for comfy living.

You never did get close to anyone, some being too pompous and up their own ass to look at common rabble like you and go beyond the relationship of customer and employee, and you know what they say, the customer is always right.

Tonight looked to be no different, turning in to work for the night shift but boss man tells you you're requested. That's new, you thought, it's a seldom idea for any of these high rollers and all-stars to have a favorite. Directing you to where your patrons were, you found at this booth resided two women, two stellar performers, two showstoppers. Stunning you with their ever-present beauty and glamour was Sally McBoing and Jessica Rabbit in the flesh, well, cartoony flesh that is.

"Hey, sugar." Jessica called to you, smoldering gaze and all. You feel your core begin to spark with sensation from the affectionate title alone, the look lit a fire in your heart. "Saw you last week, looked rather busy so we didn't wanted to bother."

And you had seen them before, but never did you had the chance to serve them yourself... W-Wait, they specifically asked for you?

"Hope you don't mind us toons being a lil thirsty, might have to leave the bottle with us." Sally titters, the withheld laughter making her chest bounce as the boing-boing-boing of her breasts distractingly takes up all of your attention, eyes following every motion of her chest. Sally takes notice of this, tipping her head down till it reached your centered stare at her ample orbs, smiling with a blush.*

"Waiterrr, our drinks please~"

You shake your head to snap out from the chesty trance you've been subjected to, having to jot down their specific beverages they ask for before excusing yourself to get them. You swore you heard them soon whisper to each other in that indistinguishable gibberish that could only be understood by Toons, but you have a good feeling they're talking about you.

Over the course of their stay, you've given a hefty amount of alcohol, some special drinks, some straight from the bottle. You could tell it was getting to them hard with their promiscuity being more and more worn on their sleeves as the night goes on.

You pour a shot of Aspall for Sally, her thanks followed with granting you another title, sweetie. You couldn't tear your eyes away from how her shiny black lips perfectly ring around the glass's rim, downing the liquid in one go while also assailing your ears with the soft, squelching kiss and the wet pop after as she hands you the glass back, now smudged in black. "Another~" She chuckles softly.

Jessica was no different, a whole bottle of Antinori Tignanello to herself with a straw, but as you hand her the drink, she didn't take it with her hands, rather turning in her seat just enough to lean and present her cleavage to you. "Don't make me have to spell it out...~" She winks, your grip was shaky as you bring the battle in between the booby trap, but you find that simply stuffing the bottle between them was proving inefficient, rubbery, straining sounds being heard as Sally held back her laughter, same with Jessica. The woman had to help you by bracing your hands... onto her chest, then and only as your palms grace upon heavenly soft swells did the bottle magically slid in snuggly. Her seductive glance towards you and the hands at her chest made you reel back, excusing yourself once more as you had openly fondled a patron... and she liked it.

After some time, they were smashed, and you were trembling, calling out for the pretty waiter to make 'em even more tipsy. You try and ask your boss if this is the time for them to be politely escorted, but you were told to just give them the private room. Highly exclusive to the most wealthiest of patrons, though it made sense, they've cleared out most of the inventory at this point.

Letting them know that you were to take them to their room to clear their heads, they misinterpreted the meaning.

"Oooh, trying to bag us while we're all lush and raring~?" Jessica asked, getting up as she took to clinging to your side. She was taller than you, her body comfortably eclipsing you in her unsteady embrace, though she wouldn't the only one who's barely able to stand.

"You're lucky you're hot~ My body is all yours...~!" Sally grabs at your hand as she pulls you along to the private room. You didn't get a good look at your fellow employees, but you could tell that you got a mix of deep jealousy and deeper respect.

For you however, it wasn't long before they stumble into the room with you, no longer keeping balance and instead clumsily charging you onto the bed, all of whom fall against it with the two drunk beauties right on top of you. Heels kicked off, dresses pulled, just enough briefness to press their full, naked breasts against your body before they proceed to fondle and do away with your clothes.

"Let's make some music, honey~!"

"I wanna hear you sing~!"

Jessica and Sally say one after the other as the door closes to the room. Tonight was going to be looooong, but you were glad that's the case.

Stars they may be, they needed a manager who could pave the road for their meteoric success, and as if they intend to reach the heights of Olympus Mons, you were the best woman for the job.

You've worked with performers like Sally and Jessica before, but these two were your mainstays, bread and butter, the best of the best with sold out shows and widespread appeal. It was great, the three of you were rolling in dough, having achieved so much in such a short amount of time.

Things were becoming too good to be true, and that was when the caveats began to rear their ugly heads as you realize they were way, way, waaaaay too good at their job.

Toons never tire, they simply choose not to be. If they want to keep going for years, they'll go for centuries. It was the mass appeal of working with Toons as their limitless stamina and invulnerability to most human dangers like workplace accidents, sicknesses, such and such and such, made them the perfect workers.

You were just a plain, ordinary woman. You were far from Sally and Jessica, who casually take on role after role while you struggle with hour long sleeps and a myriad of calls about setting up the next big thing with your star toons.

Your station was chaos, you click-clacked away at a typewriter to finish up some legal mumbo jumbo, you had been splitting yourself in twain from having to conversate with multiple people on the phone, three at least. It got so bad that in between reference finding and marking down dates and plans and everything else that you didn't realize you had tied yourself up in corded telephone lines.

You were on track up to this point, but then you fumbled, the wrong message to the wrong person, and confusion took place. You lost control of the conversation as you were saying things meant for one call but instead going to another, causing you to double back and correct yourself, only to find out that they have no idea what you are talking about. Did the other guy just hung up? Who was talking about a movie deal? Why is the room spinning-

...

You find yourself opening your eyes, blurry in one moment as you needed to blink a few to recover your sight. Even if you saw undefined silhouettes in your clearing view, you can tell from voice and exquisite figure alone it was your dazzling stars, looking worried before gasping as you wake up.

"You're okay, good!" Jessica said as she spoke with relief lifting off from her chest. You found yourself on a couch with Jessica and Sally looking over you, the latter of which being the pillow for your head as you rested against her lap. The former straddled you, her hands rubbing at your shoulders as the tension ebbed from them.

"You alright, boss? We found you after hearing a big thump, you're not hurt are you?" Sally rubs at your head as the tantalizing but attentive care they were administering was what you needed, relaxing into their touch as you nod and confirm you're fine... You then shoot up all of a sudden, shocking both Jessica and Sally as you scramble around, you had some important documentation they needed to sign before the deadline, but before you could move from under Jessica, both her and Sally hold you down to calm you down once more.

"H-Hey, hey! Don't stress it, really! Wow... you're really overworked, boss." Sally remarks as Jessica silkily bring one hand up to your cheek as you couldn't bring yourself to move with her looking so... intimately at you.

"I think you need a vacation, boss." She simply said as Sally gasps, delighting the idea as she agreed wholeheartedly.

"Yeah~! How about it, boss? A little slice of paradise just for us three, a beach vacation sounds perfect!"

It sounded really nice, and they looked to be really into it. But you couldn't just get into making a sudden trip to the Bahamas. You scramble from out of the two as you tried to go over the scheduling, the transportation, the info on the locale you're going to be staying at, only for Sally to roll her eyes and bring her hand from outside of your peripheral, and pulling the scene from your office to a scenic beachfront, lounge chairs and umbrellas and a spacious beach house down the way.

...Right... Toon Logic.

"Here, the beach~!" Sally giggles as she comes up to you and brings her hands to her cheek, kissing your forehead which obscured your vision for a moment. In that moment as she pulled away, she went from her petal-like black dress to a frilly two black swimsuit with a white polka dot pattern. "You've done so much for us, boss, let us return the favor~!"

"She's right, you know." The back of your head is taken by Jessica as she pulls you into another obscuring kiss, your temple marked with another kiss mark, and like before, her sparkly red dress is replaced by a scanty red banana hammock swimsuit. "Just relax and have some fun...~"

You've never seen these kind of swimsuits, something's very anachronistic about this... You realize you're in a v-neck one-piece swimsuit, no longer in your business attire.

You can't beat Toons when they want to have fun, why not join them?