As the sun set over the sprawling Las Vegas skyline, casting an ethereal glow across the neon-lit South Point Casino, the anticipation in the air was palpable. Tonight, the sold-out crowd was not here for the latest Cirque du Soleil extravaganza or to test their luck at the blackjack tables. They were here for the best sports comedy show South of Las Vegas Strip: Punch Lines, with lifelong comedian and sports fan Frank Nicotero. The show, a marriage of two great American pastimes, had been a runaway success since its inception, drawing fans from near and far to witness the unique brand of humor that Frank and his rotating cast of handicappers brought to the stage.
Tonight’s warmup act, Lucky Ass, was a quirky character who had made a name for himself in the sports betting world with his uncanny ability to predict winners based on the contours of the perfect bubble butt. He had a particular affinity for the NHL, spending countless hours studying the behinds of some of the league’s most famous ice queens. His fans, a dedicated group of oddsmakers and ass enthusiasts, followed him religiously, waiting with bated breath for his next pick.
As Lucky Ass stepped onto the stage, he immediately fixed his gaze upon the audience. In the front row, he spotted his latest muse: OnlyFans star Bambi Doe. Her big, round ass filled out her tiny hockey uniform like a perfect bubble butt mold. The crowd erupted in cheers, their collective lust for Bambi Doe’s derriere palpable. As Lucky Ass began to pace back and forth, his hands trembling with excitement, he knew that tonight’s pick would be one for the record books.
He cleared his throat, signaling to the house lights to dim. The spotlight focused on him, and the room grew quiet. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he began, his voice a smooth, seductive drawl, “tonight, I give you…the contours of the night.” The audience roared with laughter, but Lucky Ass just smiled, his eyes still locked on Bambi Doe. “No, really,” he continued, “I mean, just look at her. She’s a work of art.”
As he spoke, Lucky Ass felt himself falling deeper and deeper into a trance-like state. His fingers traced the imaginary lines of Bambi Doe’s ass, following the curves and dips like a lover’s touch. The rest of the world faded away, leaving only him and her perfect ass. Suddenly, he felt a surge of certainty course through his body. He knew. He knew what the odds were, he knew who was going to win. It was as clear as the ice on which they skated.
He paused, gathering his thoughts, and took a deep breath. The crowd grew restless, their anticipation palpable. Finally, he spoke, his words tumbling out in a rush of confidence. “Ladies and gentlemen, the Las Vegas Golden Knights have won four of their last five games in Carolina. And, believe it or not, they’re an underdog tonight!” The crowd erupted into cheers, whistles, and hoots. Some even started chanting Lucky Ass’s name.
“But,” he continued, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, “it’s not just about the Golden Knights’ recent form. No, it’s about something much more powerful. It’s about the force that drives them forward. It’s about the unstoppable force that is Bambi Doe’s great ass!” The crowd roared with laughter and applause, many of them nodding in agreement.
As the spotlight shifted back to Lucky Ass, he grinned modestly, taking a bow. “You see, ladies and gentlemen, I’ve been studying these girls for years. I’ve seen it all: the triumphs, the defeats, the ups and the downs. But there’s one thing that always stays the same: the power of the perfect ass.” He paused, letting the words sink in. “And tonight, that power is stronger than ever.”
The crowd murmured in agreement, many of them nodding their heads in approval. They knew what he meant. They had seen it themselves: a girl with a great ass could captivate an entire arena, could make even the toughest of men lose control. It was a force to be reckoned with, a force that could change the course of history.
As Lucky Ass continued to speak, his words seemed to carry an extra weight, an extra power. He was no longer just a man giving his opinion on a hockey game. He was a sage, a seer, a prophet of the ass. And his followers, they knew it. They believed in him, they trusted him, they would follow him to the ends of the earth.
In the front row, Bambi Doe blushed furiously, her cheeks turning a shade of crimson that matched the color of her hair. She was flattered, of course, but also a little embarrassed. She had never expected to be the center of attention like this. Yet, as she looked out at the sea of adoring fans, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment.
As Lucky Ass continued to wax poetic about the power of her ass, Bambi Doe couldn’t help but feel a stirring within her. It was as if his words were not just describing her, but also celebrating her. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to take it all in, and felt herself growing more and more aroused.
The crowd, too, was caught up in the moment. They cheered and whistled, their adoration for her reaching a fever pitch. Even the most jaded of them, the ones who had seen it all before, seemed genuinely enthralled by her presence. She could feel their gazes burning into her skin, and it only served to heighten her sense of self-importance.
As Lucky Ass continued his impassioned speech, Bambi Doe’s heart raced. She couldn’t help but wonder if this was what it felt like to be a goddess, worshipped by a legion of devoted followers. The warmth that spread through her body was intoxicating, and for a brief moment, she forgot about the game itself. She was consumed by the power of her own allure.
The crowd, their collective gaze locked onto her perfect ass, seemed to buoy her, lifting her up on a wave of adoration. She could feel the energy in the arena shift, could sense the anticipation building as they waited for her to speak. It was a heady feeling, intoxicating, and for a brief moment, she felt invincible.
As she reached the mic, her heart pounded in her chest, her cheeks flushed with excitement and nerves. She took a deep breath, steeling herself against the onslaught of desire that threatened to overwhelm her senses. Then, with a confidence that belied her inner turmoil, she spoke.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” she began, her voice steady and strong, “I want to thank Lucky Ass for his…uhm, his kind words.” She glanced over at him, a mischievous smile playing at the corners of her lips. “And I want you all to know that I feel the same way about my sexy ass. It’s big, it’s beautiful, and it’s all mine.” The crowd erupted in cheers and applause, their adoration for her only growing more intense.
She took a moment to compose herself, savoring the moment before continuing. “But you know, an ass isn’t just about its size. It’s about how it moves, how it feels, and what it can do.” Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper, and the arena grew quiet once more. “And tonight, I want to show you what my big ass can do.”
With that, Bambi Doe leaned forward, arching her back so that her ass was pushed out even further. She began to gyrate her hips, slowly at first, then with increasing speed and fervor. The crowd let out a collective gasp as she thrust her ass back and forth, in and out, like a dancer in a provocative routine. Her cheeks flushed red, and beads of sweat trickled down her spine.
Her movements were hypnotic, mesmerizing, and the crowd couldn’t take their eyes off of her. The men in the audience, their hearts pounding with desire, felt their pants grow tighter by the moment. Even the women, normally so critical of such displays, found themselves unable to look away. It was as if she had cast a spell over them, drawing them all into her world of sinuous movement and unabashed sensuality.
With each thrust of her hips, Bambi Doe’s big butt seemed to grow even larger, more imposing, more irresistible. She leaned back further, arching her spine, revealing the perfect curve of her back and the perfection of her derriere. Her skin glowed with a healthy sheen of sweat, making her look even more alluring and desirable.
Her words, when they finally came, were spoken slowly, deliberately, each syllable dripping with desire. “My nice ass is soft and supple,” she purred, “yet firm and strong. It’s an ass that can take anything you can give it, and then some. It’s an ass that was made for pleasure, an ass that was born to be worshiped.”
As she spoke, she continued to gyrate her hips, her movements growing more frenzied with each passing moment. She reached back, cupping her big ass in her hands, squeezing and massaging it, eliciting a groan from the crowd. “It’s a booty that’s been admired by countless others, but tonight, it’s all yours. Tonight, I’m going to show you just how amazing my ass can be.”
Her words were punctuated by a sharp slap against her ass, the sound echoing through the arena. It was Lucky Ass, unable to contain himself any longer. Bambi Doe threw her head back in laughter, a playful smirk on her lips. “That’s right, Lucky Ass,” she teased, “you can touch it, you can slap it, but you can never own it.” With that, she spun around, her long, shimmering hair whipping across her back as she faced the crowd once more.
Her movements were now more fluid than ever, each thrust of her hips more powerful and precise. She reached back again, this time grabbing one of her cheeks in each hand and pulling it apart, revealing the smooth, supple flesh beneath. The crowd let out a collective groan, their desire for her reaching a fever pitch.
“My ass is an endless source of pleasure,” she breathed, her voice low and seductive. “It’s warm and soft, and it’s waiting for you to dive in. It’s an invitation to explore, to touch, to taste.” With each word, she ground her ass against her hand, her movements growing wilder and more uninhibited.
The crowd, their minds lost in a haze of lust and desire, cheered her on, urging her to go further. Bambi Doe smiled, her lips curving into a wicked grin. “I can feel the heat rising from your seats,” she purred. “I can feel the need coursing through your veins. And I’m here to satisfy it.”
With one final, powerful thrust of her hips, she released the tension in her body, arching her back and pressing her ass tight against her hands. The crowd let out a collective moan as she held the pose, her muscles quivering with the effort. “My booty,” she breathed, her voice a low, husky growl, “is your salvation.”
Slowly, she straightened up, stepping back from the edge of the stage. The air crackled with anticipation as she surveyed the crowd, her eyes flitting from one enraptured face to another. “Are you ready to give in to your desires?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “To surrender yourself to the power of my ass?”
There was no hesitation in their response. The roar of the crowd filled the arena, a deafening wave of approval and longing. Bambi Doe smiled, feeling the weight of their desire bearing down on her like a physical force. She took a step forward, her hips swaying gently from side to side. “Then come and get it,” she purred, lowering herself into a deep, sinuous bow. “Come and worship at the altar of my ass.”
As the first man stepped forward, eager to claim his prize, she reached back, offering him her ass like a gift. “Take it,” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. “Taste it, touch it, possess it.” The man, his eyes glazed over with desire, obeyed without hesitation. His hands grasped her hips, pulling her against him as he buried his face in the soft, supple flesh of the best ass in the World.
The crowd, their own hunger growing with every passing moment, began to move closer, drawn like moths to a flame. Bambi Doe, her body glistening with sweat, her chest heaving with exertion, basked in their adoration. She felt their hands on her, their lips against her skin, their breath hot against her back. And as she looked out over the sea of hungry, yearning faces, she knew that she had them right where she wanted them. In the palm of her hand, quite literally.
She let her body relax into their touch, her movements becoming more fluid and sensual as they explored her, their hands tracing paths over her body that had never been touched before. Some sank to their knees, pressing their lips against her inner thighs, her nice ass, her most intimate parts. Others stood, their hands gripping her hips, her waist, her breasts, as if afraid that even the slightest touch would be their last.
Frank Nicotero watched from the wings, his heart racing with anticipation. He had been doing this for years, but the thrill of performing never got old. The energy in the room was electric, the air thick with desire. He took a deep breath, steadying himself, and stepped onto the stage.
The crowd, still caught up in the heat of the moment, slowly began to settle down. Frank took advantage of the lull to launch into his act. His jokes were quick and clever, his delivery smooth as silk. He poked fun at everything from politics to pop culture, and the crowd roared with laughter with every punchline.