Tommy nodded and stood up. “I’ll find my own way back. Don’t wait up.” Jake, Chico, Scott and Austin cheered until he reached her. “Hey, babe.” He waited for her attention. “When do you get off?” He winked, but stifled the comment on the tip of his tongue.
“In a few hours,” she answered. “Depends on when all the customers are gone.”
“I’ll wait.” He bent down to whisper in her ear, “Then it’s me and you, all night.” He watched her smile. “What kinda car do you drive?”
Several hours later, Tommy was alone in the parking lot, leaning on the hood of a blue Chevy Cobalt. Patrons and dancers filed out slowly. It seemed like time was dragging. He was bored out of his skull at that point. Waiting was not something he was ever good at, unless he had a distraction. Only his distraction was still inside the club.
As soon as she appeared, he involuntarily smiled and blood rushed to his groin. She looked even hotter in a black tank top and black tights. The combat boots didn’t turn him on, but looked good on her. He stood and smiled.
“I didn’t think you’d be here.” She blushed slightly. “I saw you perform last time you were here. Had to work tonight.” She looked down, nervously. Her crush on him was more than obvious.
Tommy grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles. “You can see us tomorrow night if you’re off.” He hoped he could use her to kill the thoughts of fucking Crystal. “I’ll show you the tour bus and our dressing room.” He leaned in close, brushing her ear with his lips. “Then I can fuck you senseless in one of the private rooms.”
Her blush deepened as she sighed, the groupie in her starting to show. “Tommy… Wow.” She couldn’t think of anything else to say.
“Ready to go?” He sucked on her earlobe, eager to sink his cock into her. It was harder than it had been since his birthday party. “I am.” He pressed his body against hers, letting her feel the bulge in his jeans.
She giggled, but didn’t move.
“Want me to drive?” he breathed in her ear. “Seems I already got you senseless.” He didn’t wait for her reply, just took the keys from her hand and steered her to the passenger side. After getting her limp body into a seatbelt, he hurried to get behind the wheel. “So, where’s your place?”
Blinking in confusion, she started at him next to her. “Huh?”
“Well, I live in Jersey, so I assumed we were going to your place.” He watched her wringing her hands. “Unless you know of a hotel nearby we can check into this late.”
She knew there wasn’t. Taking a deep breath, she got herself together. He didn’t want her to drool over who he was all night. “I have roommates, but they should be asleep.” She hoped, at least.
Tommy drove, following her directions. He finally realized he hadn’t asked her name. He’d heard someone call her Nightwing, which was a weird stripper name, but whatever. As usual, he didn’t need a name to get off. Although, at the club, she was a lot more talkative and animated. During the ride to her place, she seemed nervous and unsure of herself. He liked the other side of her better. Oh, well. Hopefully, she sucks good dick.
“Um, this way,” she quietly said as she led him from the car.
He looked up at the block of townhouses. She lived in a small community. They had passed a huge pool, basketball court, a clubhouse. It reminded him of Dean’s vacation place in Fort Lauderdale.
Sometimes, he wished he still had something like that, but he was still afraid to put anything in his name. The waterfront condo, secured to the max, would have to satisfy him until he stopped attracting insane fans. He looked at his feet as they went around a garage in front of the buildings. Crystal also had some psycho fans. Good thing he wasn’t a chick.
“We have to be a bit quiet, or my roommates will be pissed.” She took a breath as she opened the front door. Then she kicked her boots off. “Take your shoes off, please.”
He wasn’t too keen on being quiet in the bedroom, but maybe gagging her could be fun. “OK,” he whispered as she pulled him into the home. She yanked him to the stairs, not letting him get a chance to look at anything.
At the top of the stairs, they paused while she checked the hallway. Then she waved a hand for him to follow again. He did. Just as she opened her door, another opened behind them.
“Good night, I see,” said a sleepy female voice.
“Yes, good night.” She tugged Tommy into her room.
Her roommate followed. “Customer?” She nodded at him.
Tommy didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to scare his pussy for the night off.
“Let me get a look.” The overhead light turned on and a squeal echoed in the room. “Oh my God! It’s Tommy Fischer! Oh my God!” The roommate flew out of the room and started knocking on doors. “Tommy Fischer is in our house!”
Within a minute, the room filled with females screaming Tommy’s name. He sat on the queen bed and sighed. They were not the type of screams he’d hoped for. He only wanted his name shouted while he pounded the stripper’s pussy. The hugs and groping came next. It seemed they finally got tired of saying his name.
“Mmm, looks like you guys were about to get down.” One roommate squeezed his erection through his jeans. “Can I join?”
Normally, Tommy would have invited them all to participate, but he had no desire to try and please four women that night. Fans rarely knew how do anything but take, unless he had his cock down their throat. He had hoped to bury himself in the Goth chick and forget who he was for a few hours. She had seemed so aloof about his fame. That ended fast. She had gone fangirl on him.
“Maybe I should just go.” Tommy stood and tried to leave the room, but the wall of female admirers blocked his way. “Nice to meet you all.” He tried to weave his way to the door, but then his pants started to come down. Which one of them opened my jeans? “Hey, wait.”
His underwear came down as he grabbed the waistband of his pants. Then he groaned when warmth surrounded the head of his cock. He looked down to see the first roommate on her knees before him, sucking him off like she needed him to live.
“I thought he’d be bigger,” someone commented.
That hurt his ego and made the pleasure wane a bit. “If you guys don’t like my dick, take a walk.”
“We do. We do,” said a voice from behind him. Then hands slid under his shirt and lifted it up over his head. “Wow, you have more tattoos than I thought.”
A hand cupped his balls and his eyes rolled back while they were massaged. “Do whatever you want to me,” he moaned. Then he fell backward, and the bed was suddenly beneath him. Someone pulled at his clothes until he was completely naked.
“Damn. Fine body, Tommy.”
He had given up figuring out who was who and closed his eyes. His cock fell from a mouth, but not for long, another one replaced it. Then a tongue dragged up his inner thigh slowly. He shuddered and grabbed for the bed sheets, but grasped soft flesh instead. He held onto a set of thighs as the girls worked him over. It seemed like every inch of him was being kissed, licked or stroked. He had never had four women working so hard on him before.
Stronger suction and more aggressive fondling of his balls made him start to gasp. “Fuck… I’m gonna cum,” he cried out. He felt spurt after spurt of semen go down one of the girl’s throats. “Shit!” He sagged into the bed, unsure how to leave. Hoping none of them was insane enough to hold him hostage, he closed his eyes. “Goddamn.”
“Can you get it up again?”
He took a few breaths. “Probably.” A dainty hand caressed his softening cock with a very light touch. It made him think of Crystal asleep in his arms, her ass cheek rubbing him in her sleep. “Mmm, I like that.” He let out a soft moan. Another hand gently stroked his scrotum, yet another his thighs. Then lips brushed his. He looked up to see Goth chick. “Hey, found you, huh?”
She nodded, nervousness still in her eyes. “Yeah, sorry. We’re all fans.” She looked up, and then met his eyes again. “Can we all come tomorrow night?”
“Sure.” Tommy’s hips lifted as a mouth encouraged his dick to grow again. “Fuck.” Eyes a bit out of focus, he gasped, “We gonna fuck or what?”
He was talking to Goth chick, but it seemed his head was in her lap, and she couldn’t move. Instead, someone else rolled a condom over his once-again-rigid cock. Before he knew it, one of the girls sank down on his erection. She was real tight and had to take her time taking him. He looked up and saw pain on her face. That made no sense. He wasn’t that big.
“You didn’t tell me it hurt this much,” cowgirl complained.
Another roommate giggled. “Stop bitching. Tomorrow you can brag Tommy Fischer popped your cherry.”
Had they planned this somehow? He stared as his rider squeezed her eyes tightly. He reached back and held Goth chick, trying not to show how good the virgin pussy around him felt. Then he gasped. She tightened even more.
“Ah, fuck yes.” He groaned and fought the urge to drive up into her.
The room cheered when she finally had him completely seated within her. The virgin girl looked to her friends for guidance. “What now?”
“You kidding me?” came someone’s exasperated reply. “Ride him.”
Tommy gripped Goth girl’s waist and watched his cowgirl slowly ride him. Every time she rose, he saw the red tinge on the condom. He hoped she didn’t bleed too much. He’d had a few that bled all over the bed. It took several passes for her to relax. Then she went faster. He groaned loudly. Sweet, untouched pussy; his favorite kind.
Before he was even close to cumming, the cowgirl grimaced. “He’s taking too long. I’m sore.”
“My turn!”
Tommy didn’t know who shouted that. His ass cheeks clenched as cowgirl climbed off him. “Girls, I came here to be with… uh…” He suddenly wished he knew her name.
Goth chick kissed him again as the bloody condom disappeared and another replaced it. He tried to pull away to stop them. He didn’t want to have sex with all four of them. Did I just say that? The situation was a little confusing.
A much looser pussy engulfed the head of his cock and quickly took all of him. “Nice cock, Tommy Fischer.”
He lay there and waited until she got herself off. It was hard to enjoy someone using him. Fans seemed to like him using them, though. He didn’t like it at all. She did nothing to give him the least bit of pleasure. When she hopped off and left the room with virgin girl, he relaxed. The last roommate didn’t seem keen on fucking him. She smiled at him shyly.
“You taking a turn, too? Or can I get back to my plan?” Tommy made his cock jump.
She blushed. “Can I just get a kiss? Please, Tommy?”
He smiled. “Sure, babe.”
She laid one on him, running her fingers through his hair, and then pulled back breathless. “Wow, so cool.”
Finally alone, Tommy slid off Goth chick’s lap. “That was unexpected, to say the least.” He grinned and yanked off the second condom. When she crawled around to kneel next to him, he touched her cheek. “I didn’t ask them to join us.”
“Neither did I,” she whispered, still quite nervous.
He hoped she wasn’t jealous. “Now what?” He rolled onto his belly and slid his hands under her tank top. “Can I give you a bit of pleasure?” He lowered his lids, which worked on most women.
“Yes,” was her breathless reply. She melted as his hands ran over her bra.
Tommy held her handful-sized breasts for a few seconds before brushing her nipples with his thumbs. “You like?”
He could see in her eyes she did, but she reacted no other way. When she nodded, he used one hand to yank her top off, while the other unhooked and removed her bra. With her right breast in his hand, he sucked on her left nipple. That got a reaction.
Head going back, Goth girl gasped. Tommy took most of her areola into his mouth, tugging hard. She gripped his hair, unconsciously. Although customers fawned all over her from afar, not many men had made it to her bed.
Tommy’s cock throbbed. He couldn’t take waiting much longer. He slowly lay her down as he crawled over her. Her shaking hands told him she still needed some seducing. He eased her legs open wide with his knees and settled his hips onto hers. Slowly, he ground his erection into her as his lips moved from her lips, to her cheek, her ear, her neck. He bit lightly and let out a moan.
She reacted by wrapping her legs around him and pulling the short hair at the nape of his neck. Her hips lifted, forcing the head of his cock to rub her clit through her clothes. She worked with him to build her desire to the breaking point.
“Fuck me, please.”
He smiled against her skin, and then murmured, “I aim to please.” He tugged her tights and panties off her hips. “Bring your legs down.” She did and he pulled the obstructions off and threw them across the room. He lay down on her again, skin again skin. “Can I fuck you raw?”
Her eyes widened, and she shook her head. He was disappointed, but the risk was not smart anyway. His rule about not trusting women he didn’t know came to mind. Quickly, he jumped off the bed and grabbed his pants. He pulled one of the foil packets he carried out and hurriedly rolled the condom over his straining cock.
Goth chick was startled when he pounced on her again. He plunged into her wet depths before she could say a word. Not as tight as the virgin, but he definitely met resistance. He pulled her legs up again and grabbed her shoulders. Slow and steady, he worked to fill her. Thrust after thrust brought him deeper.
When buried to the hilt, he sighed and held her close. He was not remotely treating her like a groupie. That was because he went after her. She stared at him like they did, though. It was quite unsettling. As if, she only saw his outer shell.
“You ready, babe?”
“Don’t you want to know my name?”
He put a hand up. “Names are overrated. Kinda wish you didn’t know mine.” He missed sex with true strangers. No one seemed like a stranger to him anymore. They all knew his name. “I never remember names, so it’s best this way.”
He withdrew and drove back in, faster than earlier. She didn’t respond. He pumped faster and harder, nothing. He hated when they just laid there. What’s the point? He kept at it for several more minutes, still nothing. After pulling out, he flipped her over.
“What’re you doing?” She sounded a bit frightened.
He sighed as he settled on her back. “Changing tactics.” He nudged her legs open wider and sought out her pussy, his hand as a guide. Before pressing into her, he grabbed her hands and held them to the bed. “Don’t move.” If she wasn’t going to move, he was going to take advantage of that.
With a grunt, he rammed into her fully. Her gasp was a cross between pleasure and pain. He let it go and adjusted his body, so she could move nothing but her head. Then he touched his cheek to hers.
“This is how I like it.” He closed his eyes, glad she didn’t freak out like Crystal so far.
After a few rough strokes, Tommy moaned. He loved a submissive, especially a hot one. His hips thudded against her ass, the pleasure within incredible. She whimpered as she came, her pussy tightening just a bit. He ground into her deeply, prolonging the orgasm on purpose.
“You got any lube?” he asked quietly.
She nodded at the desk next to the bed. Tommy scanned it and spotted the large tube. Must be for her vibrator. He pulled out and grabbed it. Without a word, he squirted some onto his fingers and worked them into her backdoor gently.
“Relax, babe,” he commanded. “I’ll make it feel good.” Her tensing told him it was new for her. “Breathe deeply.” He used the rhythm of her breathing to rule his fingers.
When she was ready, he covered the condom with a thin layer of lube. Spotting a towel on the floor, he used it to clean up. Then he got back in position and directed his cock to her rear entrance. She gasped when the head broke through, but nothing more. He gripped her fingers and settled his body on her back more evenly. Pressing in a bit more, he closed his eyes.
God, so tight! Carefully, he sunk in further. She didn’t complain at all.
When his balls slapped her pussy, he kissed her cheek. “You OK?”
“Yes,” another breathy reply. “Feels… good.”
He smirked. “Told you.” He gave her a quick stroke. “Just wait. It gets better.”
His rhythm intensified, paying attention for any sounds of pain. There were none. Soon, she began to moan, loudly. He did as well, getting off on her reaction as much as the feelings within. She wiggled her hips, clutched his fingers hard and screamed.
“Oh, fuck!” He gasped as her ass repeatedly clenched and relaxed around him. “Give it to me!” It felt good, too good. He slowed down, but she kept cumming, practically milking his dick. “That’s it. Gonna cum again.” He pounded her hard a few more times, and then ground in deep. “Oh, damn…” His entire body tensed while semen flooded the condom.
After a few minutes rest, then cleaning up in the bathroom, Tommy got dressed. He expected a declaration of love or for her to beg him to stay. The most she did was smile at him.
While, zipping his jeans, he asked, “Can I call you next time I’m in town?”
“Sure.” She blushed, not expecting a repeat. “Any time.”
He put her number in his phone as Boston Goth Chick. Then he called a cab to go back to the bus. “I gotta go.”
Chapter Twenty One
Tommy tried not to panic. “What do you mean, Brandon’s missing?” He pinched the bridge of his nose. It was the second night of the Boston Festival. Four of the main bands played both nights, and Brandon Knight was missing? “Fuck!” He paced as he rambled, “Can Jake play lead? Did you call him? Did you text him?” He leaned over, hands on his knees. “Why can’t things go smoothly today?”
Scott stood in front of him, at his wits end as well. However, he was worried Brandon or Mackenzie were hurt. Come to think of it, no one had seen Jesse either. He was a crewmember. “Have you seen Jesse?”
“No.” Tommy breathed deeply. “He’s gone, too? What the fuck?” He headed down the hall to talk to Delirious’ sound engineer. They were almost at the end of their set. He grabbed a headset from their guitar tech. “Butch, Wicked End is delayed. Can you guys play a few more songs?”
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