Groupies
Even from the doorway, her voice caught your ear. In fact, in a room overfilled with musicians, drunks, and other noisy business types, her voice could be heard above them all. And, not because it was loud or overbearing in any way. Actually, the words seemed to slip from her in a half whisper as smooth as the bourbon in her glass.
Maybe that was the reason you noticed her....maybe that was the reason the eyes of every man in the room seemed to slip over her as often as they could get away with. This woman, dressed casually and sitting comfortably with her back to the door, seemed to be shining softly under the tracklights that backed the mirrored bar.
You heard her laugh, as you stepped through the door, and the sound stopped you mid-step. Her tongue flicked out to catch a drop of bourbon that had landed on her lip, and she ran a hand through her dark hair in a subconscious flirtation. The man across from her, a handsome blonde in his early twenties, fought back a shiver and simply nodded as she continued to tell her story..."Anyway, I told Mark that I'm not doing another lingerie shoot till at LEAST June, I thought my nipples were going to freeze completely OFF this morning, and he just kept telling me to "look seductive". What does he think I am, an eskimo? Seductive, hell, I was trying not to look like a frozen dinner."
The blonde man says something that you cannot hear, and she laughs again, standing slowly and moving around behind him...clutching his shoulders with her tiny hands and beginning to massage. Her voice runs through your body like electricity as you hear her make seductive comments into the air of the room. "Do you like that, honey? I'll bet you'd love a nice, hot oil rub after a day like this one. Maybe we can arrange some heated oil and a good full body rub for later tonight."
You close your eyes as you imagine her hands on your shoulders, and then lower on your body and, when you open them again, you are shocked to see her staring directly into your gaze. You blink, and when you look again, she is immersed in her activities and you shake your head as you walk to the bartender and say..."I'm supposed to sing the first set tonight, in Seth's place. Folks call me the Singer."
The bartender nods in the direction of a set-in stage door and you walk in that direction, brushing past your fantasy lover and nearly loosing a heartbeat when her arm slides out as you pass, stopping you in your tracks. "Oh, I'm sorry, I wasn't watching the traffic." She apologizes, her smile full-lipped and pouty. You mumble something about not watching either and start to move one, but you'd almost SWEAR that she had winked down at her companion as she spoke to you.
When you reach the stage, the lights grow dim and you forget about the woman in the haze of your music. The world begins to cave in until all that is left is your voice in the air and your body on that stage...until, looking out over the crowd, you see her sitting near the side of the platform. Her eyes are rapt, and her body sways with your rhythm...and she seems to be singing along with each bar you play. Your world widens then, just enough to allow her inside..and the music weaves a universe around the two of you..strangers tied together by the strumming of a guitar and the energy built inside a musician's heart.
As your set ends, and you shake the sweat of emotion from your brow, you look down for her....and can't help taking a deep and disappointed breath when you realize she's gone.
You leave the stage, and the bar, with a heavy step. You had been so sure she'd stick around, even if simply to say hello or good show to you. You are so lost in your contemplations, in fact, that the first time she speaks you don't even react.
"I've always loved musicians."
You don't turn, and you don't speak, so she touches your arm and you suddenly snap back to the present and the fact that the woman you were sure had gone is standing directly in front of you. TOUCHING YOU.
" I mean, I've always loved the way a musican can say things with his eyes and his body, and with a song, that other people can't ever seem to express. Music always makes me really wound up. How about you, do you feel wound up after a show?"
You try not to laugh as one bawdy comment after another floods your head and finally you just nod and smile. "Yeah, makes me totally buzzed for a while. I usually try to get a drink and relax."
She turns around, scanning the room, and you think you've blown the whole thing with your totally inane comment. But, to your surprise, she smiles seductively and puts her other hand on your shoulder as she tiptoes to whisper..."I know another way to unwind. I'd be glad to share it with you, if you're free."
You think about your well organized home life. Your wife, the kids, the bills, the pressure of working all day and trying to fit your music into odd moments and late nights and you shake your head yes at her as you say....."I'm as free as I'll ever be, and I'm willing to let you try to relax me."
She grins then, an impetuous grin that makes her look years younger than she had just moments before, and you wonder if she's even legal....but, hell, who are you to start asking for I.D. from potential one night stands. Her nose wrinkles as she says something you only half-catch. Something about Darryn and skipping out and room keys. And then, just when you're ready to actually LISTEN instead of totally lusting, you see her walk off. Her hips sway and you get a sudden, unexpected jealous rush as she finds the blonde from before the show and whispers something in his ear, or maybe she's nibbling on his earlobe, how the hell are you supposed to know. Anyway, the important thing is she seems to be coming back, and she's smiling that god-awful temptress smile at you again and your pants are getting kind of snug in the front so you lean against the wall and wait.
"Ready to go upstair, mister? My name is Erin, by the way....ErinBeth to most people. And, I heard the bartender call you Singer. Thats kind of cool, a singer who uses the name." She takes your fingers into her own, holding hands with you like a little girl as she leads you to the elevator. She pushes the button for the top floor and then giggles as the door slides shut and her hand slides into your pants simultaneously. "I'm really excited about getting a chance to try out my relaxation technique on a real musician" She talks up into your face as her hands do positively sinful things below your belt.
"Uhh...mmm...me too" You can't believe how inarticulate you sound as you agree with her. But, what can you expect, she's gorgeous and she seems horny and she's got her hand around the top three inches of your cock and you're in an elevator and ..........
Your thoughts are cut off abruptly as the elevator clinks to a stop and she removes her hand and LICKS her fingers (my god, did you see that, she just LICKED her fingers...oh god, that is SOO damned erotic) and smiles at you as she pulls you from the elevator and to the door of her room.
She unlocks the door with a key from the front pocket of her tight denim jeans and pushes you inside, locking the door as she steps in after you. She begins to remove her clothes immediately, shrugging out of the blue denim top and the well washed pants to stand in front of you wearing a pair of pale pink cotton panties, and a matching pink cotton bra and you think you're going to explode....its not what you were expecting, not hot and black and lacy and wild...and that surprise makes you even MORE excited as she reaches for your belt and begins to strip your clothes from your body. You try to help, pulling your shirt up from the waist but she smacks your hands away. "Hey, you're relaxing remember....let me do the work."
Who are you to argue with a pretty well naked woman who seems to want to make you naked, and seems to be having it pretty easy. You slip your hands to her breasts instead and she bites her bottom lip as she continues to push your clothes off. Her eyes sparkle and her cheeks are flushed as you begin to strum her nipples like you had strummed the guitar just minutes before. She leans forward into you, kissing you with that mouth you kept fixating on and then she speaks quietly. "That feels really good. But, I want to make you feel BETTER. Lie down, Singer. Let me relax you."
She pushes you onto your back on the wide, king-size bed and begins to stroke and rub your already throbbing, blood-filled cock till it stands fully erect. She moans and purrs deep in her throat as she climbs onto the bed with you. She stands on her knees, and spreads her body over you....one leg at each side of your waist as her hands hold you steady, below her. With a combination whimper and moan, she lowers her glistening tunnel onto your hardness....taking only the turgid head inside as she circles her hips. "Ohhhhh, GOD.....you are so big. I've never.....I've never had anything this big inside me. Ohhh, thats so tight."
Her words make you shiver and you start to attack her breasts again, pulling and rolling and kneading the nipples as she slides farther down your pole. You can feel how your cock stretches her wet, slick tunnel and you have to fight the urge to cum immediately. This girl is GOOD at what she's doing. Not overtly seductive, her actual physical reaction is what keeps driving you on, and you push your hips up into her and impale her as she sits further on you, taking nearly your entire cock in the final downstroke. "UNNGHHH...ohhh, mmmmm"...she moans as she waits for her body to stretch to accomidate this huge, HOT, THROBBING cock that she has taken inside herself.
You give her a moment to adjust and, when she begins to lift herself up and down on your wild, hard member, you rock up into her.....for two or three hard strokes, you let her take the lead, and then you feel her knees getting weak, and you feel yourself building to a long and spurting type climax so you grap her tiny waist and flip her onto her back and begin to drive into her like an animal as she screams and pushes her clit up to meant your pelvic bone.
"OHHHH...mmmmm....HHHHAAAAHHHHH....I'm...I'm cumming."....somewhere through the haze of your passion you hear her moaning and you push harder, pounding wilder as you feel her begin to tighten rhythmically around your hard cock......you lean down to take her mouth in a hard kiss as you let her cum wildly with your throbbing cock still banging away inside her. Her legs fly up to lock like steel bands around your back and you lift her up off the bed repeatedly as you push and DRIVE your thick, long, hot, hard, HEAVY cock into her wet and willing hole.
Her breath comes in gasps as she begins to calm from her climax and that is when you REALLY begin to pound into her, your hand reaches down to begin pulling and playing her climax-swollen clit and you bite her lips as you let yourself go wild on top of her. You feel your own juices rising as you push DEEP inside till you feel the top of her cervix banging the end of your cock...push DEEPER and hold yourself there as the jism begins to explode from the end of your cock. Spurt after spurt of your sticky, hot cum shoot into her body and she begins to scream again as your cum drives her to another climax. She shudders over and over as you let yourself soften inside her sticky and wet hole....and when she has stopped the worst of the shuddering, you kiss her lightly...politely....and tellher what a great job she's done "relaxing" you.
Between gasped breaths, she laughs and gives you an absolutely devious smile as she takes your man-flat nipple between her teeth and chews playfully. Her voice is harsh and passion-heavy as she speaks..."Honey, I think you're a little confused. That wasn't supposed to be relaxing....that was supposed to be FUCKING AWESOME."
You sputter a little as you try to figure out what you've missed, but a knock at the door cuts off your thoughts and your companion jumps up immediately and answers the door...bare-assed stark and raving naked.
You pull up the sheet to your hips as she opens the door wide enough to let in three strangers....well, two strangers and that blonde guy from the bar. You start to get a little nervous until your new ladyfriend moves back to the bed and slips her hands to your shoulders.
"This is what I meant by relaxing, Singer darlin'. Meet Darryn, he's my masseuse, and thats Katie on his left, and Jeena with the oil bottles. What you got a minute ago was just a warmup. Now, you can unwind."
Your mind begins to spin with the limitless possibilities as you look from face to face in the room....and, despite the recent exercise, your body starts to come to life again. All four other occupants of the room grin at each other and at you as the begin to unrobe....
Your eyes close and you mumble something about "too much of a good thing", but you don't make the slightest attempt to escape the situation. What the heck, you're a musician not a priest. And, thank GOD for groupies!!!!!!!
THE END