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It’s not like being rich and famous inoculated you to viruses, even ones that were terribly inconvenient and mostly an affliction for the common folk. Most female superstars wouldn’t be caught dead with the bounce virus, though. It’s just that they usually had structures in place to prevent this sort of thing. Most celebs would get hustled back into their Hollywood McMansion within a few errant twitches. Fortuitously, the usual epidemic time, around August and September, was already a deadzone for movie releases and a lot of TV. But for others, particularly those on whirlwind tours of every major city in the continental 48, all they could do was hork down a couple grams of vitamin C and pray. And for some others, it might even serve as an enhancement.

Nicki had started practicing a tricky routine. She knew she could do it just fine, of course. She was, after all, a professional, but an extra run-through never hurt. But then she found she couldn’t stop bouncing. She continued, going slackjawed slightly as her legs seemed to fill with the most phenomenal pleasure. Showing off, looking sexy, those all felt good, dancing felt good. But those things didn’t exist in a vacuum, they felt good for reasons. This, she felt like, she could keep doing forever and it would be it’s own reward.

She could hear the crowd cheering for her, and whatever opening act she had was dangerously close to getting off the stage. But she just couldn’t stop. She didn’t even particularly want to! She felt the already tight lace drawing even deeper against her skin as she swelled and bounced. Maddeningly, she knew she should care, she should care very much, but it simply felt too good for her to collect herself. Under her breath, she started cycling through lyrics from her set. She could still do this, she was pretty sure. If it became too much, well, the ass shaking was already almost half the show. She doubted anyone would be complaining.