That night, Blaze came in and sat down at the console, ready to start her show. She got her signals from the sound engineer, and began.
“Wake up, Savannah, Blaze Alexander is here. Lower the lights, and find your ladylove. Listen to the music, and let the feeling guide you into the land of ecstasy.”
As the night passed, Blaze’s sexy moans intimately embraced the people of Savannah, imprisoning them in her perfumed web. Her presence was so real to them, they felt they could feel her hot breath as her deep whiskey voice filled their darkness. Her lush lips moved against the microphone with the enticing softness of a lover’s touch, and within only moments, her words carried them away on an erotic cloud.
About halfway through her show she noticed movement within the leaning shadows of the s
