“Hey… uh, it’s Mackenzie, right?” Shocked, Jason set the mixer on the table set up for his equipment. “Thanks, since when are you a roadie?”
She smiled. “Since I got nothing better to do, and I’m bored.”
“O—K, I got work to do, so see ya later.”
She had a huge grin on her face as she walked back to the truck. She hoped helping out would get them all to be more comfortable with her there for a week or two.
Chapter Eleven
Two hours later, Mackenzie lead the band through the radio station’s building with a clipboard in hand, pretending to be their events coordinator. Their manager’s assistant actually did that for them, but no one had to know that. The band’s entire schedule was right in front of her, just in case. She had her good business suit on to look the part. As they passed offices, it seemed to be working.
The band dressed as they did on stage, for the pictures they were told would be taken. Mackenzie loved it. Brandon looked sexier than ever. He had in every piece of hardware, down to his tongue ring and chains hanging from his pants. The eyeliner on both lids looked hot on him. With his dyed black hair spiked in every direction, heavy boots and black leather pants that were tight in the ass, her pussy was already moist. Unfortunately, he wore a shirt, but at least it was black as well, form-fitting and button down, with a few open showing off his smooth chest.
The other guys looked good as well, although she hadn’t watched them as closely. Jake, wore relaxed fit blue jeans and sneakers, but with a grey T-shirt that barely fit over his muscles and matched his eyes. His biceps bulged from the sleeves. That along with his slicked back short, brown hair seemed to drive girls crazy somehow.
Scott wore his usual tight-as-could-be black skinny jeans and an open black dress shirt covered in skulls. It took a lot of effort not to stare at the exposed skin on the trip there that day. His hair was in a ponytail at the back of his neck, and his alluring eyes were outlined to match Brandon’s as always.
Austin and Chico were more subtle for the most part. Austin wore a loose fitting Five Finger Death Punch shirt that looked like it could be Scott’s and low slung black jeans that showed off his very thin frame. He had dyed his Mohawk blue, the sides merely stubble. Chico had on a black tank top, to show off his hard-earned muscles paired with black basketball shorts. He said it was because he needed ease of movement behind his kit. His curly dark brown hair was above the shoulder, but below the collar and fell all around in no particular style.
Brandon winked at Mackenzie when she glanced back. He was so glad the guys agreed to the ruse. He, Scott and Austin were carrying acoustic guitars. The station had several fans in a room for them to meet before the interview. Then they were to play a few songs, live. He just hoped Mackenzie could handle it.
“Hey guys, welcome,” Art, the station manager said as he stood before an open door. “Come meet our second-place winners.” He led them into a large, open room.
The contest was a song competition. Each winner brought three guests. Six girls and two guys stood up as soon as Jake strode into the room. The girls were jumping up and down, most obviously bra-less. Mackenzie followed and stood against the wall. Brandon and Scott entering the room drew a squeal from one young woman. Then Austin and Chico brought up the rear.
The band shook the guys’ hands, but the girls hugged them instead. After that, one fan threw herself at Jake and another at Brandon. They were the most popular members. Both girls received a kiss and a bit of groping.
Jake, of course, taking it further, exploring if she wore panties, which she didn’t. “Meet me outside after the session,” he whispered in her ear. His fingers pushed against her leggings, trying to rub her clit. “I wanna piece of this.”
Mackenzie shook her head, quietly. Then she turned her attention to Brandon. He was struggling with his fan, who was running her hands all over him. She wanted to rip her hair out, but had known what to expect. Brandon had warned her of all the possibilities.
Just before Mackenzie went to leave the room, Angelo stepped in and quickly grabbed the girl. “Behave or you go home,” he told her.
Brandon fixed his clothes and hair. He hated when they undressed him in public. He buttoned his shirt and groaned when he noticed several buttons had come off it.
Mackenzie came up behind him. “I’ll fix it. Don’t worry.”
“Wow, you guys sure got a welcome,” Art commented with a smirk. He waited for Jake to end his examination of his groupie’s breasts. “Do you guys still have energy for the interview?” He laughed.
Jake leered at the girls. “I always have more energy.”
Mackenzie sat down when the band headed into the adjacent room. She received several dirty looks, but didn’t let them bother her. She had only heard one song from their newest album. It was something she was looking forward to that day.
Their songs were usually very hard, a cross between thrash metal and metalcore at times. Jake screamed and sang almost equally. Then it dawned on her. How were they going to play anything acoustically? They had only two ballads, and they were laced with heavy guitars and strong beats. When she heard music over the speakers in the room, she looked through the window.
Brandon smiled when he heard the intro to “Follow-through.” They had released that song two months prior. It did well on the rock charts. Hit number eight within days.
“So, what can we expect from this album?” The radio personality, Bruce Hill looked at the band members with eyebrows raised. “Are all the songs as heavy as ‘Follow-through?’”
Scott leaned forward. “Nope, we have a soft ballad on it called, ‘Thoughts of You.’ You wanna hear it?”
Bruce grinned widely. “Did you hear that folks, an exclusive debut. Make sure you pick up their CD, Heaven and Hell when it’s released Tuesday. It’s available at their concert tonight as well.”
The song started out with a fast beat then quick, synchronous notes by Brandon and Scott. Within seconds, it slowed a bit, and Jake began to sing. Jake’s raspy voice was not made for a ballad, but it gave the song grit, and he obviously worked hard on it.
Mackenzie’s eyes stayed on Brandon. He seemed more into that song than any other. She watched him mouth the words, which she had never seen him do. It was a love song in a way, which did not make sense at all. Then the chorus caught her attention.
“Except when you’re around, my heart is aching. Don’t know how to tell you that it keeps breaking. Deep inside I swear I’ll always be true. The only thing that helps is thoughts of you.”
Brandon tried not to blush as he saw the realization on Mackenzie’s face. He wrote the song for her, but didn’t expect her to find out. She finally smiled at him, and he relaxed. Maybe she understood how he felt. He hoped so, because he didn’t get it himself.
They toned down the next song, “Heaven’s Enemy,” just for the studio. The intro was more like a solo. Brandon wrote the sequence on the fly while listening to Jake sing the lyrics he had written. Normally it was a heavy song, with lots of distortion. Acoustic, it sounded almost mellow.
Mackenzie looked around. The girls were enthralled, staring at the band like they were the only water in the desert. She laughed to herself. They were like anyone else to her. Well, except for Brandon. He was really something special. She debated asking him about “Thoughts of You,” but wasn’t sure where to start.
After the last song, the guys came out, and the girls ran at them. The two guys in the room looked pissed off. It seemed their girlfriends were part of the mob. Angelo quickly broke it up, but not before Scott lost part of his shirt. He laughed it off, but Austin did not look happy.
When they got back into the limo, Brandon pulled Mackenzie onto his lap, her back to him. “You look so hot when you’re in your business clothes,” he whispered in her ear. Then he unzipped the back of her skirt. “I haven’t fucked you today.” He lifted her and let her skirt fall down.
Mackenzie kicked it off and was instantly glad she opte
d against panties. She glanced around. All eyes were on them, just how they liked it.
Jake grinned as he watched Brandon spread her legs. He elbowed Scott. “Looks like we’re getting a show.”
Scott’s eyebrows rose as she leaned back on Brandon. “They’re always a sight to see.”
Mackenzie moaned when Brandon’s hand slid over her thigh. Then she gasped as he rubbed her clit slowly. “Mmmm, yeah, just like that.”
Brandon pushed a finger into her and breathed in her ear. “Want them to see me fuck you again?” He looked up at his bandmates staring and winked. “I’m gonna make you scream.” He excitedly got her to her knees, on the floor. Then he quickly unfastened his jeans.
“Ah, God!” Mackenzie cried out when Brandon thrust into her. He ground into her deep and circled his hips. “Fuck, Brandon!” He withdrew and slammed into her ass hard. “Ah… uh…” She looked up at the four men watching then moaned loudly, arching her back. “Harder!”
With a smirk, Brandon grabbed her hips and hit into her so hard, she moved forward. He pulled her back. “Take it, Tink.” He rammed into her again. “Uh, yes… feels so good.” He moaned as she tensed and released his dick several times. When it stopped, he slapped her ass.
Mackenzie jumped when his hand connected a second time. She was always surprised when he did it, although she liked it. In that position, he became pretty dominant. “Baby…” She screamed when the intensity picked up.
“Oh yeah, squirt on me!” Brandon looked up at the roof. Fluid was running over his cock and down her legs. Then he realized his jeans had gotten wet. Instead of worrying about it, he smirked. He could always change.
Jake grinned as a puddle formed between Mackenzie’s legs. He understood why she said Brandon was better than he was. It had nothing to do with how he fucked. He knew what made her tick.
Scott’s dick was so hard he groaned in pain. He loved how her pussy felt and was jealous he wasn’t fucking her. He saw Brandon’s eyes close and got an idea. She had told him she wanted Brandon to be open to a threesome, but he was hesitant. He moved fast, so no one would say anything.
Mackenzie’s eyes opened wide when Scott eased his cock into her mouth. She looked up at him, unsure.
He met her gaze. “Suck it.” Then he groaned when she tightened her lips. He pulled back and thrust deep into her throat. He felt her gag and gasped loudly.
Brandon heard Scott and was shocked to see Mackenzie sucking his dick. Then he felt her squeeze him so hard within, she pushed him out a bit. His eyebrows rose. She liked it. He watched Scott give her another deep stroke and felt her juices ooze over his balls. “So nice.” He gripped her suit jacket and thrust harder than ever.
Mackenzie screamed, but it was garbled. She wished she had something other than the limo’s rug under her. Scott and Brandon were pushing her back and forth. Her stockings were already torn, and her knees were getting rug burn. Although with the intense orgasms she was having, it felt worth it.
“Ah, shit!” Scott couldn’t believe he was cumming already. He groaned as she swallowed and sucked to get it all. “Fuck, Mackenzie!”
Brandon was groaning as well, but because she was cumming as she took Scott’s load. Her pussy was convulsing, causing incredible pleasure for him. He heard her moaning, and she pushed back into him, while he continued his rough strokes. Within minutes, he was on the verge himself.
If Jake hadn’t fucked the groupie before they left, he would have made sure he had a piece of the action. Instead, he looked from the three of them to Austin who was jerking off. Then Austin got on the floor.
“I’m gonna cum, Scott. Please,” Austin begged him. Then he sighed with relief when Scott bent his head and covered his cock with his mouth.
Mackenzie cried out as she watched Scott sucking Austin. It turned her on so much more than she expected. Brandon fucking her even harder made her scream. Then she felt him stop, and his cock pulsated within her. She softly groaned in pleasure. Then a shudder came over her.
Scott felt the swelling before Austin cried out. He sucked harder and pumped his cock forcing the semen down his throat. Austin pushed deeper. Scott didn’t have a gag reflex, so he took the entire shaft while it spewed several times.
“I shoulda filmed that shit!” Jake exclaimed when everyone sat down, looking exhausted. He was used to seeing Austin and Scott once in a while. It didn’t faze him.
Chico was still a bit dazed. He had gotten a blowjob while Jake was screwing the groupie, but what he just witnessed was so much hotter. He was not too keen on seeing Scott and Austin, but before that, Mackenzie’s face alone could have made him cum.
“You OK?” Brandon put an arm around Mackenzie’s shoulder as he rubbed her red knees.
She turned to him and laid her head on him. “I need to change, but I’ll be fine.”
“My pants are soaked.” Brandon laughed. “You came so much it’s down to my knees. Good thing the magazine interview was switched to the bus.” He chuckled. “It’d be interesting walking into a conference room looking like this.” He sat back. “Glad we weren’t in a position for you to get my boots.”
Giggling, she looked at his foot that he held up. “Yeah, hard to get custom boots quickly.” Not many places sold size 14 motorcycle boots like his or even black boots in general. “You know I can fit my shoe inside yours?” His smile told him he did know. She found it funny too.
Brandon led the way onto their bus and took Mackenzie’s hand as she negotiated the stairs. He had a bag of their clothes over his shoulder from under the bus. They walked through the bus to the back room. After he put the bag down, he turned around and hugged her.
“I didn’t want to say it in front of Jake, but you sucking Scott off kinda turned me on.” He kissed her lips. “I’m sorry I was reluctant to do a threesome, but now that we have, maybe, just maybe I can handle another one.”
She smiled widely. “Really? I wanna try you two in my pussy.”
“Wait, wait, wait.” Brandon got nervous. “I didn’t say I was ready for that. I don’t know about another dick touching mine.”
Frowning, she turned away. “We’ll start slow then.” She wanted to ask if Scott and Austin could do that to her, but didn’t want to ruin the intimate moment.
After getting changed, Brandon realized they still had 20 minutes before the interview. “Tink, get out your laptop so we can fix your list.”
She grinned and set it up on the table in the kitchenette. “I got a bunch to cross off.” Thankfully, her Scott and Brandon had cleaned the entire front half of the bus before the radio spot.
Scott and Austin were playing a first person shooter on the game console, while they shouted at the screen. Jake had gone into the back room with a girl who was waiting outside the bus for the band to return. Chico was on the phone with his girlfriend Margarette, who lived in New Orleans.
“Cross off the one about the bus,” Brandon told her as he slid into the booth next to her. He put the two sodas in his hands down in front of them. “And the threesome.” He shook his head. “You’ve had a few this weekend.”
Mackenzie blushed. “They were great too.”
“I noticed.” He looked down for a few seconds. Then his eyebrows went up. “Can you add a threesome for me?”
She smirked. “Got a girl in mind?”
“A few, but I doubt any of them are available.” Brandon was thinking of several female celebrities and musicians. “Maybe someone’ll catch both our eyes.” He winked at her.
She laughed. “I’m guessing you have some details in mind.”
“Well…” His eyes closed. “I have a fantasy of you and Crystal from Triple Threat kissing, and then her going down on you.”
She put an arm around his waist. “You wanna fuck her too. Should I put that on the list?” She waited for an answer, but got none. “I don’t mind, baby. That would take care of watching you fuck someone.”
“You sure?” He pulled her close to him when she nodded. “OK, then
put it down and maybe... uh… spending an entire weekend in a hotel room, just you and me.”
Mackenzie looked up at him. “That’s sweet.”
He met her eyes. “I try.”
With a new found happiness, she typed his fantasies out. Then she crossed off several more items on her list that her and Brandon had already done. Away went get tied up; tie someone up, anal, fuck in a hot tub, fuck outside, fuck in an elevator, fuck in front of the band, fuck in a public bathroom, anal play on a guy. Some of them they had experienced together more than a year earlier.
“Hey.” Brandon was watching her mark things as done. “You fucked Scott.”
Scott grinned and turned. “Hell yeah she did!” He whistled. “And what a fuck she was.”
Brandon rolled his eyes. “Tink, you gave me a blowjob in the car the other day.”
She checked it off. “Mmmm, yeah, that was fun.” Her voice rose. “We almost crashed. You guys missed it.”
Austin groaned. “Seeing him trying to drive with that sexy-ass mouth around his cock would’ve been great. I bet he ran off the road.”
“Not exactly.” Mackenzie giggled. “But there was a lot of beeping and shouting.”
Scott shouted, “If it had been me, I would’ve told them to shut up and watch!”
They all laughed.
“Cross off ‘gangbang’ and ‘fuck my band’ too.” His voice was quiet, so no one heard. Only Scott knew her list was a driving force in allowing them all to mess around with her. He took a deep breath. “How about we add screwing on the beach? We haven’t done that.” He pursed his lips. “Can we do it on webcam?”
“Sounds like fun.” Mackenzie was glad he was coming up with ideas. She added them both in. “Would you care if I added Dean Johnson to my list? You know I got a crush on him.”
He sighed, wishing she only had eyes for him. “Add him. It could happen in Michigan.”
“So who’s ready to tell me the hidden story?”
Brandon looked up at the female voice coming from the front of the bus. Then the corner of his mouth lifted. “She’s here.”
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