Chapter 4: Megan’s Routine
The stage's dim light cast an eerie glow on Megan's figure as she stood, poised and ready to shell out her next set of jokes, which were sure to elicit laughter, gasps, and the occasional disapproving eye-roll.
"Alright, people, we all know why we're here. I may be funny, but let's face it, so are my tits." She cupped her massive endowments, hoisting them up for the world to see before releasing them to bounce and jiggle, demanding their fair share of attention.
"Without further ado, let's get this show on the road!" She exclaimed. The crowd erupted into laughs, whoops, and catcalls. "And for those of you who came to see a real show, I promise you won't be disappointed."
As Megan delved into her puerile stock-in-trade, her brazen banter was punctuated by her unassumingly large breasts, each double entendre dripping in the promise of innuendo.
"Why did the hooker bring extra tissues?" Megan said, widening her eyes in mock innocence.
"I don't know, why?" A voice hollered from the darkness.
"Because she knew I'd need them after I blow you away!" Her bustier bounced with the punchline, jiggling to a rambunctious soundtrack of laughter, jeers, and whistles.
Megan beamed, satisfied that her joke hit the mark.
The energy of the room pulsed, every ribald comment eliciting a saucy wiggle of her generous cleavage, or a deliberate heave, as if in response to an invisible director's stage directions.
"Alright, alright, I know you want to see more, but I've got to leave some mystery!" Megan feigned exasperation. "You know, there's more to me than just these gigantic natural jugs! There's actually a brain beneath this wild mane, too."
A playful grin spread across her lips as she tapped a finger to the side of her head, the implied challenge in her gaze hanging heavy in the air.
"Come on, now. I know you're just as curious about the inner workings of Megan Bitchell as you are about seeing more of... these."
Her eyes dropped, landing on her two ever-present stage partners. As they wobbled and shook in her skimpy top, she couldn't help but smirk.
"Just how did these babies come to be, anyway?