Coby Pt

Only human beings over the age of 18 years engage in any sort of sex in this wholly fictional story.

Thank you to LoganLee for his thorough, thoughtful editing.

A brief recap:

Part 1. Coby went to his step-uncle Andy for help with troubling thoughts he'd been having. They had an unexpectedly full afternoon of exploring, pushing boundaries, and having amazing sex.

Part 2. Coby and Uncle Andy connected again, picking up where they'd left off, getting down together. Ended up going a lot further, exploring Coby's burgeoning genderfluidity. Cobita was born. And lots of great sex.

Part 3. Coby brought his girlfriend Alessia to meet Andy. Well, I say 'meet' but... you know! Andy eventually learned Alessia was completely down with the whole Cobita thing. After a bit of a fashion show, they got down to it!

Coby, Pt. 4 The Anything Goes Cabaret

Coby, Pt. 4 The Anything Goes Cabaret

"in olden days, a glimpse of stocking..."

"in olden days, a glimpse of stocking..."

Cole Porter

Cole Porter

Took me a couple of weeks, but my plans were eventually set (not much to do, honestly) - only 3-ish weeks after the impromptu but highly eventful night with Coby (well, Cobita) and Alessia.

I invited them over for dinner, with the understanding that afterwards we were heading out on the town - didn't tell'em where. I only told them to be sartorially outrageous and fearless. So, at the appointed time, on my doorstep were two absolute visions, replete in lingerie and lace, high heels. Completing their outfits were velvet capes. Mmmm mm!

After dinner, a couple of bottles of wine, and Alessia taking what seemed like a looooong time creating Cobita up in my bathroom, we were finally off to the club. It was literally a 5-minute cab ride, could've walked, but so what?!

As we entered the club, it seemed the MC was just starting a new set, doing her thing, riling up the crowd to welcome the next performers. Naturally, being in the gay village, whenever there is a gap in performances, they play house music, i.e. the crowd was in rave-mode. So much so that the MC had to raise her voice to be heard.

"Allo ladies and gentlemen. Welcome back. Commes toujours, je suis Mile-End Marion qui vient de Montréal-là! 'Ere to tantalise and titillate you wit' our down-n-dirty, anything-goes - literally - H-hanything-Goes, Cabaret!"

As she paused to let the crowd cheer she glanced over to the doorway, spying me, and my entourage. She did a bit of a double-take, seeing Alessia and Cobita, capes and all.

(And a note, Mile-End Marion, being a true Montréalaise, speaks in that uniquely quebecoise way, of alternating between a) dropping her initial aitches, and b) h-overtly h-exagerating her h-asperated h-aitches. It's a beautiful thing, but takes some getting used to.)

"Ok, well, let's see 'oo's up next... let's seeeee... Oh, we 'ave H-holly GoNightly and H-huckleberry Finn. *pretends to think for a sec* Uh, you know, I don't think they're the same H-huckle... *stops herself* Know what, never mind. Sorry! Ok, good people, here's H-Holly GoNightly and H-Huckleberry Finn performing: The Fire-Escape Scene from Breakfast At Tiffany's!!! Give it up!!"

Crowd cheered the pair up, as Marion made a quick exit offstage and scampered over to us. She gave me a quick kiss-kiss and a hug, before turning to Alessia,

" 'Oo do we 'ave 'ere then?!"

Me, "This is Alessia."

A, "Pleased to meet you."

Marion, "Wow, just look at you, ma jolie... si, si belle, calice. *kisses her on the lips* Ooo I could just eat you up, woman!"

She turned to Cobita, "Aaaand you, ma petite croute. Iamabsolutely going to eat you up. Mmmm mm. How beautiful you are! Andy, you never told me she was this gorgeous - you've been 'olding out on me. *squeal* Look at you."

Me, "This is Cobita."

Marion, "Ahhh Oui-oui, Cobita! I remember you told me. Cobita: quelle belle nom. Such a pretty name. Suits you perfectly ma petite."

She got the two of them together, "Calice, look at the two of you. Andy, you did the right thing, bringing them to me 'ere. Alessia and Cobita...! You are, you two are like, unwritten stories. No, no, you are clean slates. Tabulae rasae! You two are my tabulae rasae, 'ere for me to mould. Yesss! Allez, mes amantes, we 'ave a show to put on!!"

Holly was just finishing Moon River. Naturally, it was a, uh, unique portrayal: her beau looked a lot more Tom-of-Finland, than Paul Varjak (from the movie). And they did a lot more than merely 'hang out' on that fire escape...

When they were done, Marion ran back up onstage, dragging Cobita and Alessia with her.

I thought to myself, "Dis' dun' gon' be gooood!"

Marion, "Mes amis, give it up for Holly and Huck!! Lovely. Lovely. Well done!"

She waited for the crowd to calm down and for the performers to leave the stage.

"Well, mes amis. I 'ave a special treat for you tonight. I 'ave a couple of special guests 'ere who are going to co-'ost the rest of the show with me. Will you just look at them! Mmmm mm! Aren't they vraiment délicieuses?! *pause for applause* These two are new to our nasty world of... well, whatever it is we do here in this bar that we call 'ome. And they come from a land far, far away. These two are my Tabulae Rasae, my Blank Slates. These two are, are un-moulded clay on the wheel. And you will 'elp me to mould them, to 'elp 'dem discover their true selves. Tonight!! *pause* We 'ave to teach 'dem the ways of our world, right?!?! And you all are going to h-assist me, d'accord?!"

The cheers went up again, as Marion turned first to Alessia, coaxing her to the edge of the stage,

"This is sexy, sexy Alessia! Wave to them ma petite. Go on, they love you already - just look!"

It was true. How could they but enjoy those two, all decked out in leather, lace, stockings and heels, naked excitement all over their faces. Alessia drank it up, while attempting a subtle coyness to mask how much she was drinking-in the audience's attentions. Cobita simply stood, smiling shyly.

Marion grabbed Alessia by her shoulders, turned her sideways then quickly squatted down and got her nose right up Alessia's crack. Well, the crowd went bonkers for that! Alessia went for a Marilyn-Monroe-over-the-subway-vent look. Marion gave her a good slather - the length of her crack - then released her and stood up.

Conspicuously licking her lips, "Forgive me good people, I simply 'ad to find out exactly what we are working wit' tonight! Yum!" She drove it home with an only-slightly-demonic laugh.

She gave Alessia a possessive kiss on the cheek, then doing a 180, turned to Cobita,

"And this, this is Cobita! Isn't she scrumptious?! Now, people, I think this is... it is yes? Yes? *Cobita nods* Yes! This is Cobita's first time, out in public, in all her, in all her... ach, calice, look at her!"

Marion did her big Vanna-White-hands thing and the crowd roared appreciatively.

"Oui elle est vraiment glorieuse."

She paused to fan herself, then turning a stern eye, or at least a faux-stern one, and a pointy finger, to the audience at large,

"So you 'ave to be gentle wit' 'er. D'accord?! *pause* Well, you know, unless she, maybe, ask' for some'ting, *ahem*else...*blew a kiss* Give it up for Cobita... maybe later: if you're lucky - you'll give it uptoCobita!

As the crowd cheered, Marion zipped behind Cobita and gave her the same treatment as Alessia, eliciting an even hornier response from the crowd. Cobita, seemingly so naturally, just spread her legs and arched her ass up, open to Marion's impertinent, showboating tongue. She also thrust her boobs out, cheating 'accidentally' to the audience a bit. So, all of a sudden not so shy.

"Ok, that's enough for now. I t'ink we will 'ave a special night, tonight, people. Not that any of you deserve it, tabarnak. Mais, baise-moi, I'm feeling generous. *faux-sigh* Now, 'oo is up next. *stopping herself* Oh, by the way, you two will sing for us tonight, oui?"

She said this mugging the audience - who ate it up - pretty much demanding C&A say yes. In truth, luckily enough, they were prepared - their friends had recently held a karaoke party which C&A sang at. Cobita and Alessia's eyes met, they barely perceptibly nodded to each other, turned to the crowd with thumbs up, to a big cheer.

"D'accord, mes p'tites, s'il vous plaît, asseyez-vous - sit on the couch there. Now back to the show. Up next we 'ave... "

I had been chatting with Trent, the bartender, while watching Marion and her protégés get acquainted but I decided to join them on the couch. Couldn't resist. Hey, I don't mind admitting to liking a bit of attention, me'self, once in a while. The couch is off on the far side of the stage, but a) the stage - the bar itself - isn't huge; and b) it's still on the stage and gets residual light - it's visible.

Me, "So, what d'ya think so far?!"

A, "Awesome! Love it. And Marion is Da-Actual-Bomb!!!"

C, "Same! So far I feel totally fine. Marion is crazy-amaaaaaazing - when I can understand what she's saying! Fuck!"

Me, "Ha ha, yeah Marion is one-of-a-kind. You just have to go with it: strap in and get ready to ride!"

A, "Well, we' strapp'd i-in, motha-fucka!"

As the next act started and her MCing was done for the moment, Marion came over to the couch and draped herself across the laps of the three of us, propping herself up with her elbows at one end, huge cheshire-grin all over her lovely face.

M, kicking her legs up in the air, "Ooo, I 'ave such a good feeling about tonight, mes chéries!"

We chatted and cavorted through the next few performances, the three co-hosts taking turns working the crowd in the breaks. Needless to say, we kept the servers busy with a steady flow of drink orders - until it was Cobita's and Alessia's turn.

Marion, back up onstage and looking down at her iPad, pretending she didn't already know, "Now, 'oo's next up. Oh, look at that, it's our lovely co-hosts, Cobita and Alessia. Ooo I've been looking forward to this. Mmm, what will they sing?!?! Come on everyone, give it up!"

The crowd cheered, still enthralled by the two newbies.

Alessia, "We're going to sing... 'Say No To This,' from Hamilton!"

Marion, "Wow, great choice, but... hmmm, I'm going to have to dig deep into my library to find that baby... now, hmmm, contemporary musical theatre is..."

Alessia, "Don't sweat it - I have it! *waved her phone* I can bluetooth into your system, right?!"

M, "Of course, you're young, of course you want to bluetooth! Just teasing, sweet. And, yes my system has bluetooth. How old do I look?!?!"

Alessia was suddenly frantic, "No, no, no! I never meant..."

Marion cut her off, "Ah, ah, ah. Chérie, teasing. Don't worry, you'll learn, in time." Kissed her.

Alessia pulled Marion aside, off mic, while they were pairing devices, "Hey, are we allowed to get, you know crazy, during our song?! Like," She performed an illustratively lewd pelvic thrust - "...full-on... crazy?!"

She asked sweetly, sincerely, it would have been nigh-impossible to refuse her. Even if Marion had been so inclined. Pffft!!

Marion glanced at her watch for a sec, "You know what: fuck it, it's late enough... *looks over at the bar* Trent, mon cher, it's time! Windows and doors, please."

To the audience, "Alright, people! It's only a matter of time now, judging from the mood you lot are in, not to mention what our next performers are about to lay on us. We're locking up for the night. *pause*

"You know it's true that it's been a few years since the last bathhouse raids, but let's face it, you can never put it past them. So we 'ave to be careful. Oh, and plus: Fuck the police!"

Marian patiently waited for the crowd to calm down, a bit of a smirk on her lips. She paused for a sec, faux-fanning herself, then, shouting to be heard over the new level of craziness she had whipped the crowd up to, "Oops, did I just say that out loud...? Bad Marion, bad Marion: go to your room!"

She slapped her own wrist in reproach, then paused, scanning the room rather possessively, and her expression changed,

"You know what: Fuck Dat! 'Dis hereismy room, tabarnak!!"

Alessia looked over at Cobita and they shared an acknowledgement of how insanely awesome was this wondrous being called Mile-End Marion! Both of their mouths were agape, eyes wide.

Marion, waiting for her audience to quieten down enough that she could, at least somewhat, be heard, was fanning herself, being all faux-surprised at herself for losing her cool,

"Phew, ok, what was I saying. Oh yeah. End of the day, it hasn't been so long since the raids... And there are still plenty of fucked up, homophobic cop' around - who just love to show us what 'dey 'tink of us. So...Fuck. The. Police! Lemme hear it!!!"

The crowd responded appropriately, chanting a thunderous "Fuck the police!" Marion stood still, holding her fist up in the codified expression of Black Power, and let them chant.

"You know what?! Ok, ok, 'old on, mes amours. Seriously. For real, 'ere is the real trut'."

She paused then stretched out her arms, "this dinged up ole' dive is only about love and h-hacceptance. It's no place for h-haters, so if anyone here is, you know, un'appy or upset with what's goin' down, you know, don't just sit there and stew and get all worked up. Just get the fuck out! No judgement; no 'ard feeling'. Just leave us da fuck alone, to enjoy ourselve' in peace. After all, we are all consenting adult'. *pause* So, seriously now is the time, before Trent locks the front door. Go if you're going."

She pointed toward the door but no one was moving. There was one poor soul who was already on the way to the bathroom (which is close to the entrance) who was nearly knocked off-balance by the barrage of hostile energy lasered at him by the crowd, before everyone realised he was only going for a whiz. Poor sod, probably put him off his task!

"Whew, I got worked up there a little bit. Ok, end of unintended rant! Well, partly unintended... Hey! Let's Get This Party Back On Track!!! Finally, we are bluetooth'd and ready for our delectable co-'osts, Alessia and Cobita! Here we go folks. I dare ya: Say No To This...!!"

Several smart-asses in the crowd - there's rarely a shortage of them - yelled out "NO!!!"

Marion gave Alessia a playful spank and pushed her into the lights, "To answer your question - finally - you go for it, amour! You may get crazy."

Marion pressed play and Alessia did her Lara Croft swagger across the stage, hand poised on her weapon, while giving the 'fuck you' finger to the smart-asses who'd yelled 'no.' Again, accompanied by a sweet, beaming grin, creating an exquisite cognitive dissonance. It's one of her trademarks, I finally sussed. The crowd was, needless to say, in thrall.

Alessia grabbed Cobita and dragged her centre-stage as the intro played. Obviously they gender-fucked the roles: Alessia sang Hamilton and Cobita sang Maria.

They were totally nailing it - I was impressed - I'd never heard either of them sing before. Alessia seemed a natural belter, and Cobita wisely wasn't trying to sing her part way up high. But still she used mostly head-voice. Wow!

During the second verse Alessia unpacked her heat from her thigh, to horny cheers and leers, and strapped herself in. Grabbing her cock, she mugged the audience, all the while singing her lines. No signs of anything approaching nerves or shyness with her!

Satisfied that her audience was firmly in the palm of her hand - it was in the second pre-chorus - she grabbed Cobita, kissed her once, then spun her 'round and bent her over, that glorious ass angled to the audience. The crowd pushed right in close to the edge of the stage. Trent, the ever-watchful barkeep, called out to the bouncers to gather forces and keep an eye on the crowd.

Alessia made a show of pulling the butt-plug out of Cobita's boicunt, holding it up for the audience, who duly went nuts. Then she pushed it back in and out 3 times quickly, popped it into her own mouth, eyes blazing, before finally holding it up to the audience, yelling,

"Now, I want this back, *pause* eventually. *giggle* Have fun!"

Then - for reals - she tossed the buttplug into the crowd! There was a brief skirmish... bunch o' perverts.

Then it was the chorus. Perfectly timed, Hamilton thrust into Maria's sweet boipussy - right on that first syncopated shot in the chorus, 'No!'

Well, the crowd was officially a mosh pit in front of the stage - uncontrollably, collectively and individually, turned on by these two newcomers, both so beautiful, and sweet - actually going for it, going all-out. Full-on fucking on a stage in front of several hundred adoring, lusting, mostly drunk and/or poppered-up, strangers.

"No! Yes! Say no to this. No! Yes! No!

Alessia and Cobita seemed so into it. In truth, they both were feeling absolutely Freaked Out, they told me later. But they kept it together, performing their roles the way they had rehearsed for their, well, waaaaaay tamer, karaoke party, a couple of weeks ago. You know, no lingerie, or sex that time - which, btw, totally messed up the blocking they had rehearsed, but so what?! They vamped it. Cobita's Maria was smooth, sultry. Yet fresher. Not as world-weary; and Alessia's Hamilton had a convincing testosterone swagger.

Marion was delighted, not to mention also turned on (only human after all) by C&A's performance. It was just the thing to ratchet her party up a couple of notches - an important component of a memorable night, here at the H-hanything Goes Cabaret.

Marion has, of course, seen it all: being the MC of a crazy, off-the-wall variety show in the downtown gay village of a big city. She's been doing it here for a while, and also ran a similar show in Montreal, back in the day, before she moved to Toronto. But even she was impressed with these two. She had originally come back to the couch after introducing them. But she, like everyone else it seemed, was drawn closer. She got back up and went to the front of the stage, just outside the main spots, to get a better view - and to encourage them!

Marion, on mic, "Well people, I don't know about you, but I say Fuck Yes! to this, eh?!!"

It's apparently possible for a mob to get even mobbier. They went back to being more mosh pit than, well, pretty much full-on orgy - you know, an orgy with karaoke. A Kara-orgy. [Ed. Sorry, couldn't resist.]

Going into the bridge Alessia pulled out of Cobita and spun her 'round, still on all-fours, immediately feeding her her cock. The temptation evidently too much, Marion saw her moment, stepped across and knelt down before the irresistible sight of Cobita's derrière, diving right in - tongue-first - feasting on her pulsating boicunt. Remarkably, Cobita missed only a few lines, having a large cock in her mouth, but managed to keep up, stroking when singing.

By the time they got to the final choruses Cobita had been spun around again, so she got to say hello to Marion's magnificent cock. She was officially being spit-roasted. On a stage. In a bar. Sucking GGG-ly [Ed. See Dan Savage - Savage Love] on Marion's monstrous cock while taking Alessia's cock in her boipussy.

At the song's end, Marion and Alessia both released Cobita. Cobita spasmed and suddenly felt very empty. She looked out at the crowd, a bit spaced out. But she saw a lot of lust out there. For her. And frankly she lusted back.

Marion took centre-stage to work the audience, Alessia pulled Cobita to her feet and pulled her into a full-contact body hug, complete with a loving smooch! The crowd noise surged even higher, seeing their frank display of love, along with everything else... Marion simply stood, gazing adoringly at her wailing audience, gesturing every few seconds to C&A.

Eventually Marion brought up her mic to get the show moving on.