Three J's and an S Go To Mardi Gras

"On the street, no," he answered. "From the balcony maybe, but just because we are this close to Mardi Gras itself. Try that in the summertime and there'd be cops busting my ass in minutes." He then turned to Joan and said, "She really is something special isn't she?"

Joan laughed and said, "There is only one Sara." Then she smiled at Ace and added, "and she's mine."

Ace laughed and replied, "I was only thinking in business terms, little lady... only in business terms for publicity purposes. Things will get a little more wild around here the next two nights and I was worried she couldn't handle it. Now I wonder if the street can handle her." He laughed again and Joan joined him in his laughter.

They stayed on the balcony until almost 4:00 am. Several of the girls in the crowd had abandoned all pretense of flashing for beads and had totally removed their tops as they stood and shouted for the people on the balcony to throw beads to them. When Ace brought out the grand necklace with which he closed each night, there was an immediate crowd of six or eight totally naked girls vying for the huge plastic necklace. While most of the girls stood right under the balcony reaching up toward ace with their hands, waiting for him to throw, one girl stood out in the middle of the street with her hands held straight up in the air as though she were tied to a post.

"That little girl knows that I like a challenge," laughed ace and tossed the necklace so that it opened up into a spinning circle that dropped exactly over the girls arms and spun around her body as it made its way to the pavement at her feet. She quickly scooped it up and ran into the darkness before the police could close in.

She could have saved herself the effort. Tonight the police were just looking on with a glazed boredom that reflected their inner thoughts that there were only two more nights of this shit before they could finally get a day off.

***

Monday night, Sara was still in bed when the security people knocked on the doors and said, "Time for costumes and makeup."

"It's only 4:30" she complained.

"Your outfit is going to take a little longer tonight," the security man answered. "They want you there at 5:00."

Sara hurriedly showered, dried her hair, and then reported to the room where the costumes were kept. Two young black women wearing smocks were waiting for her. One was holding what appeared to be a small pencil with a hose running down to an air tank. Ace followed Sara into the room.

"Tonight you will be showing more... and less," he explained. "This is your costume," he said as he held up two small stars and what appeared to be a really odd hair band connected to a dildo.

"Betty Jo will show you how this works, and once it is in place Madam Tarue will spray paint the rest of the costume on your body."

One of the girls came up to Sara and said, "Just take everything off, honey, I will show you how to put this in place."

Sara pulled her dress up over her head. It was all that she was wearing, so she was standing naked in front of Ace and the two women. Holding up the stars, Betty Jo said, "These are basically pasties. They fit over your nipples. We'll tape the wires straight back and then down to the g-clip."

"Usually a g-clip doesn't have an insert," interrupted Ace, "but we had to have someplace to put the batteries."

Betty Jo guided the clip in place between Sara's legs and slowly pushed the battery pack up into her vagina. On the front side of the clip, just barely covering her clit and the upper part of her sex was a large spade. On the back, just above the crack of her ass, was a slightly smaller spade.

"Let's test this before they paint things in place," said Ace and he scanned one of the cards with his cell phone. Both spades as well as the pasties flashed several times. "Looks like it's workin'" he said with a slight laugh.

"Oh," he added, "tonight there will be one difference in the light show. If someone actually pays for a reservation, the spade in front will flash really bright like you're taking a picture. Every time it does that you know that someone's bought in for a night at the club. We are at over 70% and climbing. I was hoping for at least 60%, now I'm thinking we might really sell out."

He smiled broadly and a definite twinkle appeared in his eyes as he said, "And Sara, just to keep things interesting, there are a few other things the light show will do, but you'll figure that out on your own." Then he left.

Madam Tarue was an artist and artists cannot be rushed in their work. She slowly covered Sara's entire body with a harlequin patter of black and white squares. In some of the white squares, there was a small black spade. In some of the black squares there was a small white spade. The paint felt cold and strange as Madam sprayed it up between Sara's legs.

Finally Madam said, "I am almost totally finished. Stand with you hands out from your body and your legs apart while I make sure everything is dry. The last thing we will do before you go is to put on you shoes." She held up a pair of high-heeled black sandals with leather thongs that would wrap up around Sara's legs. "That way," she added, "you will be more comfortable standing around for the next half hour or so."

Sara looked up at the clock. It was a little past eight. It had taken three hours to apply the makeup.

The door opened and The Three J's came in to put on their costumes. "Wait a minute," said Julie. "Am I going to have to wear that tomorrow night?" She sputtered, "I can't show that much skin..., and she doesn't even have a mask."

"There is a smaller mask that covers the eyes and the top of the face," explained Ace, who had come in with them. "And besides, she is actually showing less tonight than she did last night. In any case, tonight you three are still wearing bikinis."

"But there is no way I am going to risk ending up topless in the middle of Bourbon Street," whined Julie rather angrily. "Even if I do agree to wear that tiny bikini."

"You have no worries," said Ace in his most soothing voice. "We have attached your battery packs to your sign supports so there is no danger of breaking the bikini straps. And as you saw last night, the crowds themselves are getting more and more daring. We have to be just a little more daring each night in order to stand out."

"Come on Julie," said Judy, "in for a penny in for a pound, and we already are in way past a penny."

Julie looked back and forth between Ace, Judy, and Joan and then finally gave a big sigh and said, "OK, but I am not going to go up on the balcony and throw beads in this. Looking up at it, it will look like I am naked."

"Oooo, I hadn't thought of that," squealed Sara. "Thanks for telling me, Julie."

Julie's only response was "Sara!"

It was practically impossible to get the van out of the garage, but the security people finally cleared enough of the street to let them pass. Sara was not able to sit because of the makeup, so she was more or less standing bent over with her hands braced against the window ledge on one side of the van. While that protected her makeup, it did give a very interesting view through the window for anyone on the other side of the street as they passed by.

In a few moments they were at the drop off point and the security man who accompanied them was yelling his standard, "Move it. Move it Move it."

The mob of photographers and video people was even larger tonight and two of Ace's security people had to act like a snow plow to open the crowd in front of the girls. It would have made no difference if Sara had attempted to speak tonight because the noise of the crowd downed out all but the most intense voices.

After about two blocks, a bright flashing light almost blinded Sara. She looked around to see from where it was coming before she realized that it was from her own crotch. Someone had purchased a reservation.

After three cycles, the light stopped flashing and suddenly Sara stood very still with an odd look on her face. Now she understood Ace's mirth when he said that there were a "few other things" that would happen when someone purchased a reservation. The "battery pack" didn't just look like a dildo, it was a dildo and it was vibrating madly within her. Mild electrical shocks were also tingling her nipples.

Julie asked, "Are you alright, Sara?" and Sara replied, "I was just thinking about how much you are going to like wearing these costumes tomorrow night."

Sara "flashed the crowd" another dozen or so times by the time they reached the club.

During the midnight walk, her flasher only went off five or six times.

After they were back at the club, Judy, Joan and Sara joined Ace on the balcony throwing beads. Around three, Sara stood next to Ace and said, "You know, it might attract more crowds if my flasher went off continuously for a while."

Ace smiled at her and said. "On continuous cycle the battery will only last about fifteen minutes."

"That's OK," she responded, "I'll probably only last about ten." Then she gave Ace a very wicked smile.

Ace reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. A few moments later, Sara's crotch was acting like a beacon drawing people's attention on both Bourbon Street and Dumaine. Sara was not throwing beads, but was instead holding tightly to the railing with both hands. Her mouth was open in an O and she was panting.

"Sara seems to be really enjoying this," Judy said to Joan.

"Sara is Sara," was all that Joan replied.

After about fifteen minutes, Sara's flashing light stopped and Sara seemed to slump slightly against the railing. She was now all sweaty and her body paint was starting to run. "I think I need to go inside and wash this off," she said.

"That will take oil," Ace replied. "There are several bottles of baby oil in the shower. Rub yourself down good with that and it will take off the paint. Just remember to take off the g-clip and pasties first so you don't get oil in them."

Sara gave Ace a lopsided grin and wobbled back into the club.

Soon it was once again time for Ace to throw the giant necklace that marked the end of the night's festivities from the balcony. Word of what had been happening the previous nights had evidently spread and college fratboys with cells phones and professional photographers with tripods and high extenders were gathered in the intersection awaiting the bevy of naked young women who were hoping for the big prize.

There were about eight or ten naked young women standing out in the street. Most of them saw what had happened the night before and were making themselves into stakes for Ace to try to drop the necklace around. Ace was swirling the necklace over his head trying to make his decision on which girl to lasso with the loop of beads when suddenly another girl ran onto the street naked from beneath the balcony.

This girl was glistening with oil and her wet hair hung down over her face. She ran out into the midst of the hopeful naked posts and suddenly bent over so that her head touched the pavement. Then, with a kick of her feet, she stood on her head, her feet sticking straight up into the air.

Ace continued to twirl the necklace as he watched the oiled girl slowly spread her legs front to back in a scissor kick and then open them totally wide to the side so that her glistening cunt was visible to everyone. Her body seemed to sparkle from the many flashes as photo after photo was taken of her most obscene pose.

Ace could see that the police officers were speaking into their shoulder mics and he made his decision. The glittering green necklace looped through the air and landed squarely over one of Sara's outspread legs.

She immediately sprang to her feet and pulled the loop of the necklace up over her shoulder and ran back into the club before the officers could converge on her. A moment later she was standing in the door to the balcony with the necklace across her shoulder, slanting down to between her legs. It looked like she had won a very raunchy beauty pageant ribbon.

"Nobody could see my face," she said with a loopy grin.

"But everybody could see all the rest of you," Julie replied from inside the room behind her. "You are unbelievable!"

"Sara, Sara, Sara..., you are unique." was all that Ace could say.

"And she's mine," murmured Joan as she took Sara back inside and to their room.

***

Tuesday night was the final night and there would be no midnight walk. At midnight the police and fire department would clear the streets of the French Quarter with riot shields and fire canons and Mardi Gras would be officially over. The people inside the clubs could continue to party, but it was not a good idea to go back out on the street until after about 2:00 am. By then the cops would have cleared the crowds from the streets and people who had to be out would stay on the sidewalks as they went back to their cars or hotels from the clubs.

Sara and The Three J's got up around 3:00 in the afternoon and ate "breakfast" before going out on the streets for a short while.

"Remember you have to be back here at 5:00 for makeup," reminded Ace as they left.

"We remember. We'll be there," they all said as they wandered down to some of the little shops that they wanted to at least go through while they were in town.

True to their word they arrived back at The Three Jacks a little before five and went directly up to the room where their costumes were kept. Ace, Betty Jo, Madam Tarue, and two assistants were waiting for them.

"Shouldn't there be four makeup people?" Sara asked.

"I need to talk to you about that," answered Ace. "After last night, I changed my mind about your costume, or at least most of it."

"Then what will I be wearing?" she asked.

Ace held up his left hand. In it was what looked like one-half of a g-clip with a small black spade on one end of the band. The other end of the clip went into what appeared to be a smaller version of the dildo Sara had been wearing the previous night.

"And?" said Sara.

He held up his right hand. In it was a large bottle of baby oil. "Of course you will also be wearing your mask," he said with a chuckle. "And these," he added as he held up a pair of stick-on sandals that left her feet looking like she was barefoot.

The dildo portion of the g-clip was an anal dildo. The small black spade had a hinge in the middle of it which opened a soft clip on the back side that attached to Sara's clit. "That's to ensure that the most critical part of your anatomy remains covered," Ace explained. "It has the same bright flashes if someone purchases, plus a few other interesting details."

Sara smiled back at him. His previous interesting details had been very interesting indeed, as The Three J's would find out tonight during their walk.

"Could you trigger it onto continuous when we are about a block from the club?" she asked.

"Do you know what you're askin' for?" he replied.

"Oh, I do," she answered. "And I especially want to see Julie make that final block."

"I would say that you are the Joker in the deck," he replied, "But there is definitely only one of you and there are two Jokers."

"Maybe I'm both of them at the same time."

"Maybe you are," Ace laughed. "Maybe you are."

***

The van dropped the girls off at exactly 9:00. The trip over had been a little more difficult with The Three J's all bent over in odd poses trying not to smudge their makeup. It was also more difficult for Kevin as he drove because almost everyone on the sidewalk was rapidly taking flash pictures of the van as it passed by.

When they finally arrived at the drop off point, the chaos of the streets became even worse as crowds of students with cell phones and professional photographers with high-end still and video equipment swarmed around the girls. The doorman at the Crowne Plaza stared intently, but made no move to call his security people into action. In fact, after he looked around quickly to see that no one was watching him, he raised his own cell phone to his face and began shooting video of Sara as she scurried toward Bourbon Street.

Once on the street, the crowd began pressing in tightly around them. It was impossible keep everyone's hands off of the girl's bodies, but the four security people tried their best. At one point a very drunk, very large college student stepped in front of Sara and reached out with both hands. "With one hand you get your boobs felt up, with the other you get your pussy rubbed. You make the choice."

The security man who had been riding in the van with the girls appeared suddenly between Sara and the drunk. He held out both of his hands. In one was a large, bright orange, slip of paper. The other was gripped through a set of brass knuckles. In a voice that would freeze hell, he said, "With one hand you get a free drink at The Three Jacks. With the other you get a trip the hospital. You make the choice."

It is amazing how fast some people can sober up. The student immediately said, "Got it," and grabbed the coupon out of the bouncer's huge hand. He then faded quickly into the crowd.

Right after they started moving again, the heart, diamond, and club on The Three J's g-clips began flashing brightly. Sara stopped and looked at them with a big smile on her face waiting for the vibrators to kick in. The yelp from Julie told her when that occurred, and at the same time something bit Sara right between the legs. Her anal insert didn't vibrate like the one in her pussy had done the night before, but it evidently put out a tens-like pulse and the spade clipped to her clit was a dual electrode that was delivering that severe shock directly through her delicate bud.

Sara stood with her legs wide, vibrating slightly with the electrical shock. The flashing and shocks repeated itself three times, then everything went quiet--except for Sara, who raised her hands above her head and yelled out, "Ace, I love you!"

Six more people made last minute reservations as Sara and The Three J's wound their naked way through the crowd. When they crossed Orleans, Sara called one of the security men over to her and asked, "You got a cell phone on you?"

When he answered yes, she said, "Call Ace and remind him that it would make a great end to the walk if we flashed our way the last block into the club. Tell him I definitely want him to put it on continuous like he did last night."

"You sure?" he asked.

"You betcha," she answered.

As they crossed St. Ann's street, all of the crotch emblems lit up with bright flashes and Sara's clip began pulsing through her clit.

"Sara!" Julie shouted, struggling to maintain her walk. "You did this, didn't you!"

Sara just smiled and kept walking. By the time they entered the club both Julie and Judy were panting heavily and having a lot of difficulty walking. Joan was very flushed, but seemed to be bearing up much better than the other two.

"We have to go up to the second balcony tonight," Ace informed them at the door. "With walk-ins tonight, we've got a full house on the second floor... thanks to you girls."

When they got to the upper balcony, the heart on Julie and the diamond on Judy were still flashing brightly. They had not removed the large jacks that were flashing above their heads. Both leaned against the iron railings breathing heavily and, driven by the throbbing inserts, were thrusting their pelvises against the air. Joan was a bit pale, but seemed to be riding out the vibrations.

Ron and Kevin stepped behind Julie and Judy and the girls cried out, "Get these things out of us."

"Lean over," Ron instructed and both girls gripped the balcony rail and leaned over as far as they could exposing their stuffed pussies to the boys. Both Ron and Kevin reached forward and slowly pulled the g-clips from between the girls legs. They were surprised to find the vibrating..., and glistening dildos attached to the g-clips.