The South Point Casino was throbbing with excitement as Punch Lines, the greatest comedy sports show in all of Las Vegas, took the stage. The crowd was a sea of eager faces, eyes shining with anticipation as they awaited the unveiling of the next hilarious skit. Julianna Vega, porn star extraordinaire and the night’s special guest, stood in the wings, her famous big bubble butt clad in a sparkly, pink bikini that barely contained her ample assets. She took a deep breath, feeling the heat of the spotlight on her bare skin, and let out a shiver of excitement. This was going to be one wild ride.
As the show began, Julianna was introduced to the roaring applause of the audience. She strutted confidently onto the stage, her hips swaying in time with the music, her long, luscious legs taking her to the center where she was met by the show’s star comedian, Frankie from Pitsburgh. He was affable, handsome, and oh-so-funny. “So, Julianna,” he drawled, “I hear you’ve got quite the… asset.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
She giggled, feeling more than a little flustered. “Why, thank you, Frankie,” she replied coyly, “it’s nothin’ compared to your… talents.” There was a collective gasp from the audience as she gave his crotch a sly wink.
The two of them bantered back and forth, their chemistry undeniable. Julianna felt herself growing increasingly aroused, her heart racing as she imagined what might happen once the show was over. She glanced down at her bubble butt, feeling it wiggle enticingly beneath her as she moved, and couldn’t help but wonder if Frankie was thinking the same thing.
But Frankie’s mind was elsewhere. All Frankie cared about was The Punch Lines Show and making sure it was the best sports comedy show in Vegas. He had to focus on the next joke, on hitting the punch lines just right. He couldn’t afford to get distracted by Julianna’s great ass or her sparkling green eyes. He had to keep it professional.
Also on stage was Lucky Ass and everyone turned their attention to him, noticing his arousal in his crotch. He couldn’t help but shift uncomfortably, trying to hide his growing bulge beneath the confines of his tight leather pants. The crowd started to laugh, and Frankie knew he had to do something. Quickly, he improvised a bit, pretending to trip over Lucky Ass’s protruding package.
“Whoa there, Lucky!” he exclaimed, regaining his balance with a wink. “That’s some impressive cargo you’ve got there, buddy!” The audience erupted in laughter, and even Julianna couldn’t help but let out a giggle.
But Lucky Ass was feeling more than a little self-conscious. His face turned bright red as the crowd continued to point and laugh. He tried to shift his weight, hoping to relieve some of the pressure, but it seemed like every move only made things worse. As he looked around for a way out of the situation, he couldn’t help but notice the mischievous glint in Julianna’s eyes.
“Well, if you’re going to stare, you might as well get a good look,” she purred, wiggling her hips suggestively. The audience erupted in even louder cheers, and Lucky Ass felt himself growing even harder beneath the confines of his pants. He gulped, trying to find the words to respond.
Frankie, meanwhile, looked stunned. His professional demeanor was shattered, and he felt a mixture of shock and arousal coursing through him. He couldn’t believe Julianna had just done that. He looked into her sparkling green eyes, trying to read her intentions. Was this part of the act? Or was she truly just enjoying the attention?
Lucky Ass, for his part, was in heaven. Julianna’s warm, supple flesh enveloped him, and he could feel her muscles contract rhythmically around him. He closed his eyes, savoring the sensation, as the audience continued to cheer. He was vaguely aware of Frankie’s disbelieving gaze burning into the back of his head, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.
See what happens in episode 44 of Punch Lines right here!