Candy Tease Theatre
By Neverlander
© Dec 2012

Down an alley, narrow and dark, across a tiny square into 
another alley that makes a turn to the right, then another, 
ending at a gate.  A man peers at you from the other side.  
You lean forward and whisper a word - but quietly, it is a 
secret!  The gate opens for you and you continue on towards 
a light shining dimly in the distance.  You approach: the 
light is coming from a cul-de-sac that gives out onto the 
alley from the right. You turn and take a step then stop 
and gaze.  You have arrived - facing you is the gaily lit 
entrance of a tiny theatre.  The marquee bears the title, 
"Candy Tease Theatre", surrounded by colorful images of 
flowers, lollipops and teddy bears.  You gaze at the 
pictures on either side of the door as you enter - you 
recognize the girls in the pictures; they are why you are 
here.

The patrons of Candy Tease Theatre are a select few.  Those 
who would not be interested in visiting the theatre are 
also those who would not have heard of the Candy Tease 
Girls.  On the other hand, all those who might enjoy the 
theatre’s piquant offerings have most certainly heard of 
the Candy Tease Girls; indeed, they have spent many, many 
pleasant hours enjoying their lovely images - as have you, 
of course!  How fortunate for you to have been recommended 
for membership by a friend.  That is the only way to gain 
admittance to the Candy Tease Theatre.

Entering the foyer, you join the others in attendance 
gazing at photographs that line the walls.  Here are Hanna 
and Elizabeta,  there Alyona, Sharlotta and many others.  
You recognize them all; you love them all.  As you stare 
lovingly at those innocent faces and young, enticing bodies 
you recall other images of them you have seen, and your 
heart begins to race; you are becoming excited.

Perhaps this is your first visit.  If so, you are probably 
puzzled by the ambiance, the lighting especially.  There 
are several men present, men who share your tastes, as well 
as smiling ladies passing among them offering wine and 
cocktails.  But it is difficult to make out faces, because 
the foyer is lit only by the lights above the portraits on 
the walls, and these are directed so as to illuminate just 
the portraits themselves and the men standing in front of 
them.  This seems odd at first, although it is pleasant to 
gaze at lovely Sharlotta in the privacy of subdued 
lighting.  You and those next to you are illuminated only 
from the waist down, and this makes plain the excitement 
you share - you are all visibly aroused.  Seeing this, the 
stirring between your legs becomes more insistent; you 
understand.

* * * * *

Far, far away little girls are resting; they have been 
allowed a respite.  So now, away from the hot, bright 
lights, they sip fruit juice and chat.

"So many pictures!" says little nine-year-old Laura.  She 
is removing the pink top and white shorts she wore during 
her last session before the camera.  Her body is slender 
and lithe, almost without curves save for her pouting 
little vulva and the swelling globes of her firm, pert 
bottom.  She has kept on the pink visor, though, the one 
with red and gray stripes; she likes it.  She likes how it 
looks with her brown bangs.

"Yes," says Valensiya, also beginning to undress.  "They 
need lots more pictures and movies of you."

"Of me?" says Laura.  "How come?"  She stands naked before 
Valensiya, with her hands on her hips.

Valensiya has just taken off the tiny, pale yellow 
brassiere and panties from her last session; except for the 
yellow artificial flower in her honey-blond hair, she is 
naked as well.  Two loose pony tails cascade onto her 
shoulders.  "Because men like them," she says.  "Auntie 
told me they keep asking for more clips of you.  They like 
them a lot."  A lady named Marina looks after all the 
girls.  They call her Auntie.

"My movie clips?  Why?"

"Because their penises get hard when they watch them."

"They do?"  Laura's eyes open wide in surprise.

"Uh-huh," says Valensiya.  "Big and hard.  And they like 
it.  It feels good."

"Oh."  Laura considers this.  "But why do their penises get 
hard when they see my movies?"

"Because guys like to see pretty girls, especially when we 
take our clothes off.  That makes them get all hard."

Laura frowns.  "But my little brother sees me without 
anything on, a lot.  I never saw his penis get hard.  It 
just wiggles down there."

"No, not little kids," says Valensiya.  "Just old guys."

"Right," says Sonya, who has been listening as she puts on 
a frilly dress and petticoats for her next session.  "Real 
old guys, like our daddies."

"Like my daddie?" says Laura.  "My daddie’s penis gets 
hard?"

"All daddies," says Sonya.  She looks at Valensiya, and 
they both laugh.  Little kids like Laura have a lot to 
learn, and the older girls enjoy teaching them.

Actually, Valensiya is not much older than Laura, but she's 
learned a lot from the big girls, especially Anjelika.  And 
Auntie said she's "precocious", which made her feel proud 
once Auntie told her what it meant.  She doesn't want Laura 
to feel bad because they laughed at her, so she hugs her.  
These two little girls like to hug; it feels so nice when 
their warm, naked bodies press together.  "It's true," she 
says.  "Even our daddies' penises get real hard sometimes."

"Hm," says Laura.  She thinks about this for a moment.  
Then she bends down to pull on the white princess ballerina 
costume Auntie told her is next.  "We have a funny name," 
she says looking up.  "Candy Tease Girls.  What does it 
mean?"

"Well," says Sonya, "candy is sweet, right?  And so are we!  
See?"

"I guess so," says Laura.

"And we're Tease Girls," continues Sonya, "because we tease 
the men!"  She sits down, prim and proper, and crosses her 
legs slowly, lifting her dress so that tiny white panties 
flash out between her legs under the lacy petticoats, but 
only for a moment.  "See?  Just a little peek.  We tease 
them like that a lot.  Again and again."

Valensiya has been listening as she climbs on a chair to 
reach the top of a rack for her next costume.  She is still 
naked - puffy pink nipples on creamy, gently swelling new 
breasts, a smooth, plump little cunny nestled between her 
legs, and an adorable round bottom that flexes as she 
strains to reach the top of the rack.   Getting down, her 
legs part as she lowers one foot to the floor; a little 
hooded bud peeks out at the top of her moist crevice.  
"They never, ever get to see what they really want."  She 
pouts.  "Poor old guys!"  

"We're so mean!" giggles Sonya, wrinkling her nose in a 
grin and biting her tongue.  "And guess what happens when 
the men get teased real bad..."

Laura thinks for a moment and then brightens suddenly.  
"Their penises get big and hard!  I get it now!"  She jumps 
up and down and claps her hands.  "I want to make lots more 
movies, so I can ... tease men's penises!"  The girls all 
laugh and giggle.  They love being the Candy Tease Girls.

* * * * *

A bell chimes softly - it is time to enter the theatre as 
the show is about to begin.

Smiling women, the same who earlier served them drinks, all 
dressed in simple white blouses and short navy blue skirts, 
escort the men down the aisles that descend on either side 
of the single array of seats.   The floor slopes downward, 
so that every seat has an unobstructed view of the screen.  
The ladies guide the members of the audience to their 
assigned places with well-choreographed efficiency.  You 
reach your row, where an attractive lady of about forty 
instructs you to wait while another man moves towards the 
center to his seat.  You see that both the theatre patrons 
and the women are being seated; there are, in fact, an 
equal number of men and women present.  The lady directing 
you puts her hand gently on your arm and whispers, "I shall 
be sitting next to you tonight, sir."  Thinking to be a 
gentleman you indicate that she should precede you.  She 
smiles and shakes her head.  "No, sir, the next seat is 
assigned to you."  So you move into the row and she follows 
you.  You take your seat, and she joins you on your right.

It does not take long for the small space to fill up.  The 
pattern of seating is evident to you now.  A lady occupies 
each aisle seat, and proceeding inward are seated two men, 
two women, and so on.  Each man is thus seated next to a 
man on one side, and one of the serving women on the other.

The lighting in the small theatre has been subdued, but now 
begins to dim further.  Just before total darkness falls, 
your lady companion whispers something to you.  You had 
expected it, but it surprises you nonetheless and you 
hesitate.  Taking this for reticence, she whispers to you: 
"So that I may help you enjoy the performance, sir."  She 
leans closer and breathes softly into your ear, "I am here 
for your pleasure..."

"Yes, yes, of course," you mumble, and reach down to 
unbuckle your belt.  Raising yourself slightly from the 
seat you lower your trousers and underwear.  You then sit 
back and wait.  Your companion, sensing that you are ready, 
firmly secures your right forearm to the armrest by means 
of Velcro straps at your elbow and wrist.  She then leans 
over you in the darkness and does the same with your left 
arm.  You feel her soft breasts pressing against you, you 
inhale her perfume.  This done, she ensures that your suit 
jacket is unbuttoned and opened fully.  Your dress shirt is 
long, so she unfastens two lower buttons and pushes the 
shirt tails to the side.

"Are you comfortable?" she asks.  You say that you are.  
"Good," she says, and reaches under the armrest between you 
to press a hidden switch.  A light mounted on the seat in 
front of you bathes your lap in a circle of light, clearly 
illuminating your exposed lap and penis.  "And for the 
pleasure of others," she says softly.

The same has been done with your neighbor to the left, and 
you see his penis in its own revealing circle of light.  Up 
and down the row it is the same.  Some men, perhaps from 
anticipation or from memories of the pictures in the foyer, 
display incipient erections.  Then the show begins.

It is not an elaborate production.  There is no 
introduction, no message of welcome, just the Candy Tease 
Girls themselves moving slowly across the screen in the 
short films that have entranced you and the other men here 
over the years.  There has been some editing in order that 
as many girls as possible can be represented in the time 
allotted for the performance, but this is minor.  The 
signature opening title that bears the Candy Tease Girl 
logo has been replaced by a brief statement of each girl's 
name in pink, elegant script, and some scenes of exterior 
scenery or sequences in which a girl is seen from a 
distance, perhaps walking slowly up a path, or passing from 
one interior room to another, have been shortened or 
eliminated entirely.  No matter; what remains is a pure 
distillation of Candy Tease Girl beauty and seduction.

As the first film begins there is an audible sigh and 
stirring in the audience.  It is a little girl named 
Alicia, perhaps ten years old, dressed in a frilly, light 
blue and white pinafore with a matching blue bow just above 
her forehead.  Her eyes are blue and her long blond hair is 
parted in the middle and hangs down along her cheeks and in 
front of her shoulders onto her chest.  Her skin is soft 
and glowing, and pink gloss has been lightly applied to her 
smiling lips.  She is in a well-appointed room in an 
elegant house, and as she begins to mount a staircase the 
audience holds its breath in anticipation.  She ascends 
slowly, walking backwards at first, gazing into your eyes, 
then turns and continues up, and as she does the camera 
follows her from below, affording a view up under her dress 
and petticoats.  A frilly garter is seen high on one thigh, 
but the hem of the dress and a maddening little petticoat 
prevent seeing any further up.  When she reaches the top of 
the stairs she turns and begins to come down again, slowly, 
watching you all the while.  Halfway down she lowers 
herself briefly, bending her knees and swinging them 
around, just enough to give you the briefest glimpse up her 
dress to her white panties.

You hear a gasp from the man next to you.  Looking down at 
his illuminated lap you see a feminine hand fondling his 
penis, stroking it slowly and gently.  As you stare at his 
rapidly growing erection you feel a sudden flutter of 
pleasure as a fingertip passes lightly up the underside of 
your own penis.  You look down and see the graceful hand of 
your companion reaching down between your legs.  Fingertips 
gently scratch up along your scrotum and then your shaft 
until they are playing and flicking all around the head of 
your penis.  You look up to the screen and watch little 
Alicia teasing you while your cock is being expertly 
tantalized by soft, well-manicured fingers.  Then, just as 
the adorable little girl is allowing you another glimpse of 
her panties under her dress, the hand is withdrawn.  Both 
you and your neighbor groan in frustration, both your cocks 
standing erect and abandoned as the little girl on the 
screen continues to tease you and tease you.

Mixed sounds of pleasure and frustration are heard 
throughout the little theatre, as well as the creaking of 
restraining straps as men instinctively struggle to reach 
for their aroused cocks.  But no one objects to the 
restraints that hold them in an agony of lust and withheld 
pleasure.  These men have come just for this, to be teased 
to near madness by beautiful young girls they are forbidden 
to possess.  They are at the mercy of their fantasies and 
addictions, and of the delectable little girls who have 
been taught how to excite them.  And the women whose clever 
hands are now pleasuring and tormenting them as they sit 
helpless, bound and frustrated, will do everything in their 
power to deepen their addiction and dependency.  You know 
this; it is what you crave.

Other girls appear on the screen and your companion's hand 
returns to stroke and fondle you.  Alonya is posing for you 
now, beautiful and enticing, her blond hair loosely bound 
but with stray locks escaping in casual disarray down to 
her shoulders.  She wears bikini shorts, blue and very 
tight, and a daring teal top that would expose her totally 
except for being drawn together by a ring at the center of 
her chest, just managing to cover her small but shapely 
breasts, then opening wide obliquely down to her hips, 
completely baring her midriff down to the low-cut bikini 
shorts.  As she moves about slowly, displaying her exciting 
young body to you, her gray-blue eyes never leave yours.  
She knows you are staring at her breasts, at the soft, 
puffy nipples molded by the tight fabric of her top.  The 
man next to you is moaning and moving about in his seat as 
he stares at her, too.  He is lifting his hips, 
unconsciously striving for greater contact of his erect 
cock with his companion's hand.  She is deliberately 
teasing him as he stares at Alonya, fluttering her fingers 
along his shaft and balls, giving him quick little strokes, 
provoking his lust and need.  Your eyes shift back and 
forth between sweet Alonya and the man's suffering penis as 
his companion's hand worries and torments it.  The sight 
fascinates and excites you - your own cock trembles and 
aches with desire.

When Valensiya appears your companion wraps her hand around 
your hard cock and squeezes it gently for a few seconds.  
Then, beginning to stroke you lightly and very slowly, she 
whispers into your ear.

"You like her, don't you?  I can tell that you do."  
Valensiya is dressed in a sleeveless pale yellow jumper 
with a plaid pattern of black, white and red, over a white 
blouse with short, puffy balloon sleeves.  A row of four 
golden buttons runs down the front of the jumper to her 
waist.  Her blond hair is done up in two ponytails held in 
place by frilly white lace barrettes.  Cream shoes and 
white ruffled socks that match her barrettes are on her 
feet.

"Mmm she's so pretty, isn't she?" your companion whispers 
as she gently pleasures your cock.  "Do you think she's 
just home from school?  No, her dress is too pretty for 
that.  Maybe she's going to a party.  Do you like her 
dress?  It's very short, isn't it...?"  Valensiya walks about 
the room, smiling at you, modeling her pretty dress for 
you.  As she walks the view lowers to her legs, exposed 
from mid-thigh down by the short dress.

"Ooo, they certainly know what you like!  Doesn't she have 
lovely legs?  And don't you wish soooo much you could see 
more of them?  Don't you wish you could see under her 
dress?"  Her hand tantalizes your cock, playing with it, 
teasing it.  You moan in pleasure and frustration.  "You 
really wish you could see up her dress, don't you?  
Wouldn't that be good?  Wouldn't you just love that?"  She 
is stroking your cock now, her soft hand stroking upwards 
then off - after a few seconds another upward stroke, again 
and again, quickly, light as a feather...

The man next to you is moaning with excitement, and you 
look down to see both of your cocks curving upwards, stiff 
and quivering as the clever fingers of your female 
companions flick and flutter up and down your shafts and 
around the glistening, engorged heads of your suffering 
genitals.  Another little girl has now appeared, and you 
lift your eyes to gaze at her, licking your lips.  She is 
ten years old, with chestnut-brown hair that falls past her 
shoulders to her chest, cut in bangs above her gray-green 
eyes.  Her lips are soft and full, glistening with rosy 
gloss.  She is wearing a simple sleeveless dress in a 
pattern of red and white checks and strawberries that ends 
well above her knees, with lace ruffles at the shoulders.  
A white apron is around her waist, and across the top of 
her head a lace tiara decorated with a pair of tiny pink 
and white bunnies.  White long-heeled shoes are on her 
feet, and sheer white cotton socks rise almost to her 
knees, ending with lace frills.  She strikes several poses, 
then sits on an elegant white chair.  She pulls up her 
legs, with her heels on the upholstered chair seat, and 
wraps her arms around her knees.  She looks into your eyes 
as you stare at the crotch of the tight white panties fully 
exposed to you between her parted shins.

"Do you like the way little Cherie makes you feel?" your 
companion whispers into your ear.  She forms a ring with 
thumb and index finger and slowly strokes you.  "Do you 
love it?"  You can't speak.  She has you at the very brink 
of orgasm, and she knows it.  She keeps you there.

All over the little theatre men are gasping and crying out 
in the throes of climax as their companions solicitously 
tidy them up with white lace handkerchiefs.  Others will 
wait to ejaculate in a small room off the foyer, 
photographed for souvenirs to be sent off to the Candy 
Tease girls of their choice, and then returned bearing 
girlish signatures.  What will you do?

* * * * *

Little Laura has just finished dinner after a long day in 
the studio.  Upstairs she hears her little brother taking a 
bath.  She thinks for a moment and then starts down the 
hall towards the bathroom.  "I bet I can make his penis get 
hard," she thinks to herself.  "Valensiya told me how!"

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