Kennedy's Night Out: Healing Hearts, #14

By Tamara Earthsong

Thanks to the support of her new friends, Kennedy has left her more than a decade-long dead-end relationship. Still adjusting to being single, Kennedy finds herself hired on to dance at a kink show. She's never been to anything like this before and is excited to see what it's like. She's also nervous as hell to perform in public for the first time due, feeling that she doesn't have a proper dancer's body due to cruel things her ex said to her. At the event, she meets a man who does his best to dissuade her from that notion. He makes her feel beautiful and wanted and they share a passionate night together.

 

The Healing Hearts series is full of hot scenes, but is also filled with warm tender moments and amazing friendships. The scenes in this book are all MF.

 

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Content warning: Kennedy's ex-boyfriend was not great and he body-shamed her. We learn more about a friend of hers who has controlling/abusive parents and about another friend who has been shamed for his sexuality/sexual preferences. I do try not to go too in depth with these things and to put the focus on trying to heal and move forward with support from loved ones.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tamara Earthsong
• Release date: Nov 17, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223942924

Tamara Earthsong

Tamara Earthsong grew up on an island on the East Coast, and has loved books since she was old enough to read. There’s nothing better than curling up with a tasty snack, a soft blanket, and a good book. Eight years ago, she made the move to Toronto and loves being in a large city. Transit is great (trust me, you don’t want her driving!). She enjoys spending her time writing, making chainmaille jewelry, and watching anime. The Healing Hearts series began as a writing exercise to create characters she wished were her friends in real life, and grew from there. Because of this, she loves all her characters very much and wishes they were real. She hopes you will grow to love these characters as well.

Book preview

Chapter 1.

Kennedy.

A hand linking into mine snapped me out of my thoughts. Hey, you’re up soon. Let me lead you backstage.

Thanks, Larissa, I said and followed her.

God, I was nervous. When one of the girls from my dance class called me at the last minute and begged me to fill in for her at a kink show, I didn’t know what to expect. Everything so far was amazing, though. Everyone was super-nice to boot. I watched the first half of the show and greatly enjoyed it. My panties had definitely gotten wet from how steamy things were onstage.

The closer we’d gotten to my performance though, the more nervous I became until I sought out an empty back room to obsess over my routine. I hated that I'd missed a few of the acts, but there was no way I’d get on the stage if I didn’t practice more. I needed to be in the right headspace, or I’d never be able to perform in front of a crowd.

Larissa’s golden outfit gleamed in the darkened hallway we walked through. You missed one hell of an act, Kennedy. We had an actor unable to make it, and the guy we got last minute was amazing despite being incredibly nervous before going out there. They pulled the poor guy out of the audience and asked him to fill in a half hour before the performance.

Holy shit, a half hour? I’m freaking out with an entire day’s notice.

Yeah, he got so anxious when they asked him to fill in that I thought he was going to cry. But his partner asked me to get her a collar, and she started revving him up to give him some courage. She collared him tonight for the very first time with this fucking beautiful speech. A bunch of us had to fix our makeup after. It was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever witnessed. They cried and hugged for a while, then he sat on the floor and wrote a script lightning-fast. I wasn’t sure how he would do onstage, but he went out there and delivered one hell of a performance. Cocking her head, she winked at me. Pretty sure she sucked him off from behind the podium too.

My jaw dropped. Seriously?

Larissa laughed, her voice light and joyful. The podium blocked anyone from seeing, but I am one-hundred-percent sure that’s exactly what happened. Afterward, we all gathered backstage to tell him how great he was, and he was all like ‘Thanks, but I need five minutes alone with my girl’ in this super sexy voice. He boned her right over there. She pointed to a nearby spot in the main backstage area.

Like, with everyone back here? I asked, eyes wide. There were a lot of performers around.

Yup. It was amazing. The most fucking touching thing I’ve ever witnessed. The two have definitely been through a lot. I’m glad we were able to be here for them.

People had sex right here with so many witnesses? I could never be that bold. That’s wild. I’m sorry I missed it. I was getting too nervous, I needed to burn off energy and practice. Well, now I regret hiding in a back room. It must have been super hot to watch.

That’s fair. It’s your first time performing in public. You said you’ve never even been to a kink show before. How are you liking it so far? Already knowing the answer to her question, she smirked at me.

This show is the most glorious thing I’ve ever witnessed, I admitted, grinning. Like, holy god. I gave my boyfriend the boot recently, and I just kept thinking while watching the performances that man, sex with him was lacking.

Well, now that you’re rid of that loser, I hope you find someone who’s good for you in —and out—of bed.

Ten minutes, a guy said to me.

Nodding, I fussed with my outfit.

Larissa didn’t fail to notice that my anxiety was ramping back up and patted my shoulder. I’ll stay with you until you go out. I’m on after you.

Thank you.

We chatted together while I waited for my cue. Apparently, she’d cried while watching the couple have sex. It must have really been something.

Nervous? Larissa asked.

Very. But excited too. I keep telling myself I know this dance routine inside and out, and if the crowd loved all the other thick girls here, they aren’t going to boo me out of the building. I’m still kind of worried it’s going to happen, though.

Larissa whacked my arm. Girl, you gotta learn to own your weight. We are not letting society turn us all into carbon copies of each other. You’re beautiful, and you’re going to wow them out there.

The announcer started introducing the next performance. My performance.

Knock ‘em dead, doll. Take some sexy thing home with you tonight. Larissa arched an eyebrow at me and then shoved me through the curtains.

The lights were off on this area of the stage, so thankfully no one saw my surprised face when I got unceremoniously pushed onstage. Checking for the millionth time to make sure my veil and skirt were arranged properly, I struck a pose just in time for a spotlight to turn on above me. The music started.

My bare foot reached out, gliding across the stage. My silk skirt and veil trailed behind me as I danced. Don’t forget to smile. God, there’s so many people here. Sergio gave me a double thumbs up from where he stood on the side stage, hidden from the crowd. Keep moving, I told myself. You need to cross the whole stage before the first third of the song plays.

The first of my favorite parts in the song sounded. Tossing my hair back, I whipped my veil free from my waistband. Isabella had already paid to have her hair done before the show and as a thank you to me for taking over for her when her baby got sick, she’d gifted the appointment to me. My hair had never felt so luxurious as it arced through the air.

People in the audience cheered when I spun. Before coming out on stage, I’d worried it would make me freeze. Well, okay, I’d worried they would boo me instead of cheer, but when whistles and whoops reached my ears, a soft pleasant buzz filled my head.

I broke into another spin, and my nipples hardened in the decorated bra I wore as the crowd's reaction kind of turned me on a little. Thank god I’d finally had the money to buy a real belly dance outfit recently. The chains dangling from the bra tickled my belly as I finished the series of elaborate spins. Wrapped in my veil, I was now hidden from the audience by colorful silk.

The music pounded, and I emerged from my silk cocoon in time with it. I was almost at the edge of the stage now. Flipping the veil behind me, I started a series of graceful arm movements, ending in a deep back bend, which I’d only been able to achieve a week ago after years of not having the money to take classes. It felt so fucking good to do a move I used to love and not have it hurt or the strain be too much.

Undulating, I brought myself upright again. Casting the audience a sexy look, I started a chest shimmy, which set my breasts jiggling.

Things low in my body clenched as two super hot men were illuminated for the crowd to see. Their leather outfits molded to their bodies perfectly. Go, go! I told myself. They’re waiting for you.

I drove forward towards the men who held their hands out to me. Taking both their hands, I stiffened myself in preparation. This was the part I’d not been able to practice and the part I worried about screwing up the most. When I learned this routine, it had never been intended for me to perform it in public. I had only been doing a favor for a dancer in my class who was training to become a teacher.

Isabella was nervous about becoming a teacher next year. She’d traded me some free private lessons in exchange for me being her guinea pig. I got to learn a gorgeous dance at no cost, and she got to teach in a quieter setting. It let her start learning what it would be like to teach a class.

The men lifted me into the air, and moments later, my feet landed on solid ground. Only it wasn’t the floor I stood on. Oh no. What I stood on was the back of another man who was kneeling down on all fours between the two men holding me. He moaned loudly into his microphone the instant I landed on his back.

The sound made things low in my body clench. His head arched up to show off the leather facial hood he wore. It covered his entire head, leaving him only a small hole to breathe through. He couldn’t even see.

Moving in time with the music, I moved forward, walking on the backs of all the men who formed a human staircase. Each one cried out in pleasure when I stepped on them. Each wore a different type of leather hood covering their heads, all made by the kink shop sponsoring this show.

Instead of being on his hands and knees, the last man lay flat on the ground. Stepping on him, I paused dramatically, and he whimpered beneath me.

I froze for a heartbeat, unable to believe I’d timed the whole walk to the music perfectly. We’d only had stairs to practice on, not people. Oh god, but now I have to dance on him. The two men who’d guided me down the staircase still held my hands. Seeing me get nervous, they squeezed them reassuringly.

The caring looks on their faces and the silent message of support helped. I stopped worrying I was too heavy for the man I stood on and did my sexy little move while he moaned and whimpered under me. If I was too heavy, they wouldn’t have me do this.

I’d seen over the course of this show that these people looked out for each other. They wouldn’t let him do this if his back would be hurt, plus the two men still carried some of my weight. The man below me was super jacked. He probably lifted my body weight daily at the gym.

As hot as walking down and dancing on a human staircase was, I breathed easier once I got off him. The men let go of my hands, and I moved into the crowd, hoping I looked fearless like I was supposed to.

According to the announcer, these men all belonged to me. Isabella certainly hadn’t told me about that part. My pussy dripped liquid into my panties as I thought of all these hot men in my bed. What would I even do with this many men, though?