by Carmen Faye
“Hey Jim, these two are with me,” Neil informed the bouncer.
Jim the bouncer smiled. “That’s obvious. I think I should get me a trike as well.”
They walked through the backstage area and over to the members of Blu Rayne, which was one of their favorite techno bands. Sydney was bouncing a little as they were introduced to the members.
“Two girls?” Joey, the rhythm guy asked. “Isn’t that bigamy?”
“I thought it was big-of-me as well, but not really a topic for discussion right now,” Neil replied.
Joey laughed, “That’s cool.”
“If I buy a CD, can I get you guys to sign it for me?” Sydney asked, unable to contain her excitement.
“We got a new one with Neil on it now. We’ll get you both a copy, and sure, we’ll autograph it for you. Right?” Joey said, looking around at the other three members, who gave nods of approval.
“Sweet!” Sydney squealed, and she hugged Neil’s arm.
Joey gave them each backstage passes to wear around their necks. “Why don’t you two get a table? These will let you back here on our breaks and no one will hassle you about sitting out there before the place opens up.”
“Nice,” Shayla said, and then kissed Neil’s cheek. “Break a leg or whatever.”
Sydney bounced on her toes and kissed him as well. “See you at break!” Then she sashayed away.
When the waiter came over to their table, the place only had eight or nine couples sitting down. They both ordered two drinks, figuring it was going to be next to impossible to get a third when the show started. Then they went into the ladies room and did up a couple lines of coke to give the night some spark.
“God his hands are so large,” Sydney said to her, after snorting up her lines. “He cupped my whole fucking ass.”
Shayla could still feel the sensation of his hand on her ass as well. “Do you think we moved too fast? Maybe we should’ve waited a bit before we dropped that on him.”
Sydney thought about it. “Honestly, Shay, I don’t know. I mean, when was the last time you gave a fuck about what a man thought? How would I know about timing and appropriate levels of revelation? But I will tell you that I’m seriously nervous about fucking this up because I don’t have any experience with relationships, other than with you.”
“Well,” she began, “Would you have dropped that on me this early?”
“Hmm,” Sydney mused. “Maybe not. I might have waited for at least another date. But then, we don’t even know if there will be another date. So, maybe I would.”
“Well, we had to make it clear that this wasn’t a game. If he thought we were fucking with him, we’d lose him for sure,” she told Sydney.
“Yes, I agree with that,” Sydney said, with an affirmative nod.
Back at their table, they found their drinks and a little plaque with a button. Their waiter came by and explained that if they wanted more service, just press the button and he would be there as soon as possible.
“Nice,” Shayla said, and gave him a fifty. “So we don’t forget.”
“Thank you. Enjoy your evening,” the waiter said, and then he hurried away.
“Never even heard of something like this,” Sydney said, looking at the button plaque.
“Never been part of the VIP section, either,” Shayla pointed out.
It was obvious when the doors opened, because the place was suddenly full. Seriously full. Their table was two tiers up from the dance floor so they could see the stage, but the space in between was packed.
Once the show started, Blu Rayne began with one of their top singles. Neil sat on a chair beside the rest of the group who were on a raised level, with the mixers, keyboards, and drum machines. About halfway through the number, Neil brought his guitar down to his knee, tapped a few switches on the floor in front of him with his foot, and then started playing.
It was fucking wild.
It was like Crystal Method met B.B. King. The crowd went nuts with the new sound coming from a well-known number. Applause rippled through the dance floor.
Sydney grabbed her purse and pulled Shay out of her chair. “We have to dance!” she shouted, and laughed all the way to the dance floor. They got close to the stage where Neil was playing, put their purses in front of him, and started dancing.
It took him a minute to notice them because he was really into playing the guitar, but he gave them a smile that set Shayla’s heart on fire.
At first they were dancing with each other, just for fun. But after the third number, they were dancing for Neil. They were suggestive, but not overwhelmingly so. If he wanted to see more, he simply had to say so. They’d strip for him right there if he wanted them to.
At the first break they ran backstage, showing their passes to the big bouncer again, and threw themselves at Neil as soon as he stepped down off the stage stairs. He shooed them out of the way so that the other members could come down as well, and then took them into his arms, hands on their asses, fondling with exquisite fingers.
“That was fucking amazing!” Sydney shouted. “Do you need a water or something? I’ll go get it!”
“Sure, that would be nice. It’s hot under those lights,” Neil answered, and Sydney shot off to get him a bottle.
Shayla looked at him with so much desire she was sure he could feel the heat in her for him. “That really was—”
Neil kissed her, parting her lips and exploring her tongue. She abruptly lost use of her knees and he pulled her into him.
When Sydney came back, he ignored the water and pulled her to him, kissing her in the same passionate way. Even above the music playing out there for the break, she could hear Sydney moaning sensually.
She expected some pang of jealousy, watching the man she just melted for kissing her best friend, but there was nothing except a stronger desire for both of them.
Fuck we got it bad now, she thought.
The new pieces Neil worked up with Blu Rayne were fantastic. Back on the dance floor the music moved their bodies and filled them with optimism. Several guys tried to dance with them, but the girls shook their heads and pointed at Neil. A few of them were very confused, which only made them laugh and continue to dance.
What interested Shayla most was the interested parties were all good-looking men, and exactly her type, but she had no interest in them at all. None. Which was seriously new. She had always kept her eyes open and a hand in the game no matter who she was with. Yes, she was a slut. She accepted that because she enjoyed sex with good-looking men, but she had never wanted to keep any of them.
When she was about sixteen, her mother complained about the James Bond character being such a womanizer. But Shayla saw the Bond Girls in a whole different light. Here was a very good-looking man who had it “going on” in several ways, and these women had the sense to enjoy him for a while and then move the fuck on. Bond wasn’t a man you married. He was a man you fucked, because it would be good and fun and over the next morning.
That had always been her view on handsome men. Fuck them, enjoy them for a while, and then move on. Don’t keep baggage. Several of them wanted to keep things going, and some were even a serious hassle to get rid of, but she was never tempted to stick with any of them.
Shayla didn’t just have baggage with Neil—she was buying fucking matching sets of luggage with steamer trunks. That kiss during break rocked her so hard she nearly orgasmed. And god, his hand felt so good fondling her ass.
They forgot all about their table, and the little button, and their half-finished second drinks. They danced during the show and went back stage during the breaks, hoping he would kiss them again—which he did. Then, fully swooned, they would go back out and dance for him again.
At midnight the show ended and they looked into each other’s eyes. They knew exactly what the other was thinking: How do we get him into bed tonight?
Back in the parking lot, Niel pulled out a blanket from under the back seat that they could cover their legs w
ith, and then handed them two light jackets to put on. “Thank you, Neil,” they said together.
Once back at their apartment, he packed up the jacket and blanket, seeming to ignore the fact that they were nearly vibrating with energy.
Sydney broke first. “Will you come up, Neil? Please?”
He looked them over and then said, “Yes, but not for long. I need to be at the club early, and then I have plans tomorrow. So I want some serious sleep tonight. Is that going to be alright?”
They each took one of this hands and pulled him toward the stairs, and he laughed. His laugh was deep like his voice, but clear and pure.
On the couch, they snuggled against him and got his shirt unbuttoned. Soon after, they took off their own blouses and bras, rubbing their breasts against him, kissing and sucking at his neck and the nipples of his chest.
“Neil?” Sydney asked, her voice breathy and exuding arousal, “Can we suck you off? Let us do that at least, please?”
Shayla didn’t wait for and answer. She started on his pants, getting his buckle undone.
“How serious are you two? I mean, you don’t really have a history for keeping men,” he said, and there was a bluntness in his voice, but it didn’t sound unkind or insulting.
Shayla had his cock in her hand, but she lifted her head up and looked him in the eyes, noting that Sydney was suddenly shivering with fright. “Neil, we don’t want to scare you, but since you asked so openly, I’m going to be open with you. We are, for the first time in our young lives, serious about a man. You. Yes, we have a reputation of being party pussies and basically sluts. You have every reason to doubt us. Can we at least have a chance? A month? To show you how deeply we feel for you? Is that so much to ask? I promise you won’t regret it.”
“You want a real relationship then—is that what you are saying?” he asked.
“As real as it gets Neil,” Sydney replied earnestly. “We don’t have any experience with that, but we know we can love, because we love each other. I know we can love you.”
Shayla didn’t wait for an answer again. She lowered her head and took his cock into her mouth. Sydney leaned into Neil and she moaned into a lover’s kiss with him. After a bit, Sydney backed away and wiggled down her pants, then climbed back onto the couch, going for another kiss. Neil worked two fingers into her pussy and began fucking Sydney with them, while pressing the heel of his palm into Sydney’s clitoris. A few moments later Sydney was begging, “Oh, yes, oh yes Neil, please. I’m so hot. I’ll come for you. God yes!” Then Sydney climaxed, falling against Neil, her body pumping against his hand with the throes of orgasm.
After her movements slowed she came down and kissed Shayla, and then pushed her aside to begin sucking his cock.
Shayla got out of her pants as quickly as she could and fell into a kiss with Neil. He took her breasts into his hand first, then her ass, fondling them in turn until finally he put his hand on her pussy and began rubbing her to a blistering climax.
“Shit, Neal! Oh god, baby. I’ve wanted this for so long. God yes. Yes, yes, I’ll come for you. Come for us, Neil. Oh god, Neil, come with me!”
Shayla went over the edge just he climaxed into Sydney’s mouth. She dropped down again and sucked and licked at his cock with Sydney, and then kissed her with an amazing amount of lust.
They kissed and licked and rubbed his body while pressing theirs hotly against him.
“We won’t ask, Neil. You already said no,” Sydney told him. “But we want you to know that we really want you. No games, no fooling around. You and only you.”
After making out with them for a while, he said, “I’m not much of a talker.”
Getting the sense that he was conveying more than she understood, Shayla agreed. “I’ve noticed that. You sound like you are trying to ask something though.”
He considered this and then asked, “How much do you know about me?”
His question could have been exactly what he meant, but she heard, ‘How can you know you are serious?’ under the surface.
After kissing his lips she answered, “Not nearly enough. You don’t talk much, but Sydney and I have discovered that what you say is generally thought out and important. What you don’t say is also revealing. I mean, like the fact that you don’t chat yourself up to us. You don’t brag about your past, or your future. You mentioned once that you played guitar. You never mentioned you were with Blu Rayne and recording with them. Most men I’ve met would have opened with that line, but not you. Things like that speak volumes about you Neil. Like going out and buying an expensive trike. You did it for your sisters, which tells me that when you love someone, it is easy to be with you, because you’ll make room. I’ve never met someone who loved without limits before, Neil. I’m not sure that I can reciprocate your love completely, but I do want to be worth the effort.”
Sydney agreed. “You never talk about the Knights either, or tell us how to run our business with them. Maybe that is just your way, but it feels good; like you believe in us. Well, that’s how it feels anyway. Every other delivery man we’ve had couldn’t wait to tell us how important they were to the club and how great the Knights were—making themselves greater by association. Then would come the spiel about how much he could do for us. Of course there was always the blatant assumption that payment in pussy was required.”
Shayla nodded and turned back to Neil. “We’ve dated and been with many men, Neil, but they all felt like the same man. They said the same things, offered the same promises, talked down to us in the same way, and played the same games. So, why should we have felt anything special for any of them?”
Neil said dryly, “I could just be stupid.”
Sydney laughed brightly. “If you are, then you are my kind of stupid.”
Shayla kissed his lips, and with a soft, sexy voice said, “I’ll bet all the money we have in the safe that you know what laconic means.”
His lips curled slightly, “Yeah, I know that one.”
“What’s laconic?” Sydney asked.
Shayla glanced at her. “Using few words. Normally it’s associated with a dry sense of humor.”
“The dry humor part I got. Picked that up the day we met him.” Sydney smiled, and then kissed Neil. “Like I said, my kind of stupid.”
Shayla told him, as she ran a finger down the side of his neck, studying his hard chin and soft eyes, “Everyone in Miami seems to be on fire to tell us everything about themselves, Neil. You make me want to know about you.”
When he left a short time later, he kissed them both at the door, fondling and caressing their naked bodies as he held them against him.
After the door was closed, and the deadbolts set, Sydney turned to Shayla, biting her lip. “Shay?” The need in the expression of her eyes, glowed.
“You have to ask?” she smiled.
“Thank god,” Sydney breathed, and fell into her arms.
“Did he ask you to take off your pants?” Shayla asked.
“No,” Sydney told her, kissing her neck. “I just couldn’t stand not being naked for him any longer. I never felt like that before. I wanted so much to take my top off for him at the club. God, I almost did it too, twice.” Shayla laughed, and allowed Sydney to lead her by the hand back to the bedroom.
CHAPTER SIX
Thursday morning Sydney woke up in Shayla’s bed, spooning with her like she had done for more than a month. Her mind went straight back to last night; the show, the couch, his hands on her, his climax. She got out of bed, trying not to wake Shayla, and got her new CD out of her purse and put it in the stereo in the living room, turning the volume up slightly. Just so they could hear it in the bedroom.
Neil’s guitar work with the techno driving behind it was so fucking good. It kind of reminded her a little of Pink Floyd, only jacked up a few notches and with a lot more drum and bass. She danced back into the room, letting the music move her body, thinking of dancing like this for Neal; naked and hot for him. Maybe they should get a pole and lear
n how to pole dance for him. That would be cool, wouldn’t it?
She checked the time and was shocked. Neil would be here with their delivery in less than thirty minutes. She and Shayla really got into each other last night, and it was after four AM before they curled up for sleep. But shit!
“Shay!” she shouted.
“What?!” Shayla shouted back at her, startled from sleep.
“Look at the time! We got less than thirty before Neil is here. You got to get up!”
“Oh fuck!” Shayla said, and shot out of bed heading for the shower with Sydney following her right into the streams.