Chapter Thirty
Tommy arrived at The Pit in Newark just before eight. He was in all black, including his fedora and boots. His favorite sunglasses made it a bit difficult to see in the dim lighting. It was better than being mobbed. His hat tilted low, he made his way through the small venue, looking for familiar faces.
On stage, the local opening band was setting up. He stopped when he had a good view of them and watched them curiously. It was a band he had not seen yet, but heard they were good. Unfortunately, their name eluded him. When the drums were set up, he lifted his glasses to see the bass drum, but no name. That meant he had to ask if they didn’t announce themselves. The venue had only posted Raining Black and Triple Threat on their sign outside.
He shrugged and headed towards the back, hoping to find Crystal. He walked up the steps to the section that had tables. A few heads turned his way, but no one made a move towards him or said anything. When he reached the rear bar, he heard a familiar voice.
Dean was at a table. Women hung on his every word and a few over his body. He laughed, and the girls did as well. Tommy shook his head. Little did they know what they were in for if he chose to fuck one of them.
“ ’Sup, man?” Tommy nodded at Dean, who was in full-out Goth mode. Black clothing, makeup, nail polish and wearing all his piercings. Then he did the same to Rick and Matt who stood behind the group. They worked security on Gasoline’s tours most of the time. “Hey, guys.”
Dean recognized Tommy from his voice and took in his attire. Right away, he knew it meant he wanted to be incognito. He debated about outing him, but he needed Tommy on his side, or Jon would drop Raining Black from their label. His bandmates’ extreme rowdiness in Boston already threatened their standing.
“Hey, dude. Glad you made it.” Dean winked. “Wait till you hear Killed The Fixtion. They can kick some ass.”
Tommy cocked an eyebrow. So that was their name. “Sounds good. We need new blood.”
He hoped no one asked what he meant by that. Jon wanted to grow the label, and he agreed with that. The building next door to Demonfire was vacant, and they were in talks to buy it. That way, they could expand without worry. If they had multiple setups, they could have several bands recording at once. Then they could give some of their other regular roadies jobs between tours, instead of hoping they were available or getting temps.
They also had to find a way to keep the studio running when they left in January. They had a lot more bands than they used to. All the studio’s employees were on Gasoline’s road crew.
Sometimes, he envied Wicked End. They toured so much that they had a permanent crew. Rarely did they have to go looking for new guys. It was probably exhausting, though. He liked having freedom every other year or so.
Sound checks started. Tommy glanced at the stage against the far wall. Looked like they were almost ready. He hoped they were as talented as he heard.
“I see you hiding in there,” a familiar female voice whispered to him. Tommy smiled as hands slid down his sides to his hips. Her breasts pressed to his back, she tickled his neck with her breath. “Giovanni told me to find you. Seems you guys made plans without consulting me?”
Tommy grinned and reached back, cupping Crystal’s ass in his hands. He could tell she was wearing very high heels, bringing her almost to his height. “I’m not letting the cat outta the bag.” Suppressing a laugh, he continued, “But imagine a semi-public rendezvous.”
“Really?” Crystal’s eyebrows went up, wishing she was in on it, yet glad she wasn’t. “Sounds like fun.”
She glanced around to make sure no one could see her. Then she inched her hands over his hips to the front of his slacks. Finding his cock already fully erect, she groped him like a groupie might.
“Is this for me?”
With a soft groan, Tommy answered, “Yeah. Gonna ram it in your fucking pussy in a few hours.” She had a hold of his cock and balls, fondling him through his pants. God, she knows what I like. “Don’t think I’ll be able to wait if you keep that up.” He gripped her ass tighter. “Fuck, you’re killing me.”
She took her hands away, knowing he was on the verge of taking her to a dark corner and fucking her senseless. With or without her boyfriend. “Just to get you started.” She patted his dick gently. “I expect this to rock my world after the show.”
He spun her around his body, grabbed a hold of her and stared into eyes. “You know it, babe.” The urge to kiss her was great, but he didn’t want anyone to notice. Giovanni let him do it during threesomes, but he could be pissed if he saw it in public. Instead, he bit her neck and whispered, “Gonna make you beg for more.”
She stumbled when he let go, feeling heated herself. “See ya soon.” She gave him a small wave and was soon gone.
He followed her, knowing neither Chad or Giovanni would let her roam around a crowded club alone. Several feet away, Giovanni waited, arms folded over his broad chest, but a smile on his face. He pulled her into his arms as soon as she was within reach.
It made him miss holding her at night again. Her brief stay with him opened his mind in ways he hadn’t expected. Finding a woman to protect and care about might not be so awful. The monogamy part he didn’t want. That would be overkill. He needed the best of both worlds, like they had for a few weeks. Sex, nightly cuddling, freedom and a slight emotional connection. It was as out of reach as Crystal was to him most of the time.
A drum roll made his attention shift. The band looked ready to go. Seconds later, heavy guitar music filled the room. Tommy was already impressed. The beat was intense. The bass flowed well. The vocals were mostly growled, but there were hints of actual singing as well. The song changed directions a few times, showing they were versatile and more talented than he expected.
It turned metal again, words screamed and the distortion up. A mosh pit started to form. He knew they could be big if he and Jon worked their magic. Sometimes, he just knew. Like when they saw Brass Monkey for the first time. When the song slowed again, he watched the band get into the music even more. That sealed it for him. They were getting an invite to the studio.
Tommy carefully made his way around the mosh pit, not wanting to be in the melee. His younger days were full of thrashing and slamming in pits, but since he started getting older, he usually passed on it. When Gasoline played there years ago, he threw himself into the crowd and had a great time. His body couldn’t really take it anymore.
He stood as close to the stage as he could for the last song. He nodded his head to the beat, really getting into it. Their dynamic was great. Their look was different. The four young men easily interacted with the crowd as well. They were exactly what the label needed.
As soon as the music ended, Tommy approached the finally deserted edge of the stage. “Hey, guys.” Nelson, the singer turned his way, but didn’t say anything. “How about you guys come down to my studio?” He extended his hand, a business card between his fingers.
After studying the card, Nelson’s eyes widened. “Tommy Fischer?”
Tommy looked around, hoping no one heard. No such luck. He hopped onto the stage as gracefully as possible. “Can we do this quietly?” He glanced at the other band members.
“We can talk in the back,” Abbad, the drummer, suggested.
Nodding, Tommy followed the quartet through a curtain. They ended up in a dimly lit room with a door leading to outside. That was where bands loaded their equipment.
“Sorry, but I didn’t wanna start a riot out there.” Tommy sighed.
Kevin, the guitarist spoke for the band. “If you’re talking signing with Demonfire, we’re down with it.”
“Hell yeah,” Rob, the bassist, added.
Tommy grinned. “Enthusiasm. I like it.” He paused. “How we usually do it, is have you play a song or two at the studio before we sign a band. That way we can see how you do under pressure.”
Kevin raised a hand slightly. “OK, so like a tryout?”
“Exactly.” Tommy folded
his arms over his chest. “Jon’s gotta hear you anyway. We gotta agree before offering a contract.” He handed a card to the others. “Address is on the back. Be there next Monday about nine a.m.”
“We need you to clear your equipment,” someone called from the stage. That was their cue to end the meeting.
Tommy walked back through the curtain, practically bumping into Giovanni. “Hey, man. I got the perfect spot.”
With a sneaky grin, Giovanni glanced at Crystal. “Do you care if I take a picture or two?”
“Um, well not my face.” Tommy trusted Giovanni, but if he lost his phone, that could become a disaster.
Giovanni scowled. “Not your face. Just maybe your dick in her mouth or something.” He thought back to being filmed while fucking Mackenzie. After the apprehension wore off, it was pretty hot. “I want her to try something, but I dunno if she’ll go for it.”
“Really?” That piqued Tommy’s curiosity. “What?”
Giovanni bit his lip. “You’ll see.” He liked threesomes more than Crystal knew. So many more possibilities with two guys to make her crazy. “I think you’ll like it too.”
Tommy walked to Crystal and lightly tapped her ass. “Knock ’em dead, babe.” He wanted to do more, but not on the stage in front of the crowd.
She winked at him, and then took her bass from Phil to do a sound check. She was dying to know what was going on that night. Giovanni and Tommy were acting like they had some sinister plan and she was in the middle of it. Not that she minded. Being in the middle of those two men was all pleasure.
With a grin, Tommy jumped down from the stage. Instantly, fans surrounded him. With Dean being there and not hiding who he was, it was inevitable. However, he had hoped to fade into the crowd. Not gonna happen.
Trying not to show his impatience, he signed autographs, took pictures, gave hugs and kisses. He also listened to guys and girls gush about him. Normally he enjoyed that sort of thing. That night though, he hoped it wouldn’t happen. The group around him started to get larger, and the women a bit more aggressive. His hat disappeared. Someone tried to grab his sunglasses. There were too many for him to figure out who. Just before he shouted for a bouncer, he was off the ground.
“Oh, shit!” He had no idea who had almost thrown him over their shoulder. “Put me the fuck down!”
Then his kidnapper bellowed, “Hands off Mr. Fischer!”
“Rick, put me down,” Tommy shouted as Rick carried him to the rear of the club. “Come on. I’m not five.” He stared at the floor, trying not to look at Rick’s ass. It was the first time he had ever been carried like that. At least as far as he remembered. “I can walk.” Then he huffed and gave up. Rick was overzealous, but he kept the crazies away.
When Rick finally set Tommy down next to Dean, he glared at him. “Don’t walk away without me again.” He had been with them when Tommy was being stalked and had stopped the nut from burning down Tommy’s place with him in it. It was something Tommy never spoke of. Rick handed him back his hat. “You lost this.”
Tommy rolled his eyes. “Thanks, but you’re worse than the fans sometimes.” He adjusted the crushed felt and covered his head again.
Dean burst out laughing. “I tried. I really did. But that was the funniest thing I ever seen.” He clutched his middle, not able to stop. He had watched Tommy fighting Rick the whole way over. “I thought he was gonna make you his bitch.”
After exhaling loudly, Tommy glared at Dean. He was dying to brag about Crystal, just to shut him up. Instead, he sat in a chair, arms folded. He was glad Rick and Matt kept most fans away at that point. His face was red from humiliation and anger, so he breathed slowly, trying to relax.
He knew Rick meant well, but the whole place saw him carried like a fucking chick. Many times, he threw a fan over his shoulder to bring her to the bus. They liked that kind of thing. However, he was not a chick. There had to have been another way to extract him from the fray.
“Dude, you OK?” Dean became concerned when Tommy didn’t talk for a long time.
Tommy’s eyes shot daggers at him. “Fine. Drop it, and never mention it again.” His phone beeped. Still slightly annoyed, he pulled it out.
You OK? I thought those girls were gonna rip your clothes off.
His lip turned up on one side. Crystal was concerned. She did still care about him. Then he realized she cared about them all in one way or another. Maybe not Dean, though. He was always an ass to her. He typed a reply.
I’m fine. Rick saved me like a damsel in distress.
He could joke about it, but not Dean. Looking up, he caught sight of Crystal on stage, typing another message.
Don’t be mad at him. I’m glad he was there. Gotta go. See you soon. ;)
His dick stirred in anticipation. The first notes of “Dirty Little Girl” echoed throughout the building. He relaxed and watched Crystal get lost in her music. Since he and Jon started working with them, they had gotten even better. By January, they would blow audiences away. He was sure of it.
After Triple Threat’s set, Tommy wove through the crowd to the stage, shadowed by Rick. He looked back, unsure how to shake his tail when he and Giovanni went backstage with Crystal. Then he smirked, Rick would stay close to Dean while he sang. He waited patiently as the guys stored the instruments in the back.
“You staying for Raining Black?” Tommy asked Chris and Chad as they stepped down to talk to a few fans.
Chad nodded. “Yeah. I only saw them play once.”
“I’ve only heard ‘Make it or Break It.’ ” Chris winked at a pretty young blonde, who also watched Tommy. “Last time we played with them, I left with a redhead.”
Rolling his eyes, Chad commented, “As always.”
“You could get any chick you want.” Chris’ head tilted. “If you bothered.”
Tommy knew Chad wasn’t ready to move on. He felt bad that he had compounded Chad’s feelings for Crystal by inviting Chad over so often when she lived with him. They did have a lot of fun with her. However, Tommy noticed the look in Chad’s eyes when he left them alone to go to his room when done. He hadn’t thought anything of Crystal and Chad sleeping in the same bed until it was over.
More than once, he walked in Crystal’s bedroom and found Chad making love to her. He treated her so different when they were alone. More kissing and declarations of love. He held her close, not wanting to let her go. It was touching and sad at the same time. He was glad Chad didn’t know he still got his hands on her, as far as he knew.
Dean climbed onto the stage just as Phil and Mark started to haul their things from the back. He had paid them well to stay and help his band out. Rick and Matt took up stations on either side of the stage, their arms folded and ready to pounce on out-of-control fans.
The rest of Raining Black had arrived minutes earlier and were flirting with girls just offstage. As the front man, Dean liked to have more of the attention normally, but he had already had a blowjob under the table and enough female attention to last an hour or so.
They all used stage names. It was Dean’s idea in the beginning. He was worried they’d be laughed off the stage. So a stage name and the new Goth look were to hide his fame. “Hades” was the name he took, to show his control. The drummer took “Bones.” “Ash” was the bassist, and “Raven” their lead guitarist.
Tommy leaned on a wall in the shadows and watched as Raining Black’s instruments were set up and tested. Crystal appeared from the back and looked around. She walked to the left side of the platform and headed right for him. He smiled as she put out a hand for him to help her down.
“Giovanni said to wait with you,” she whispered in his ear. Then she leaned her entire body against his, also watching the set up.
Stifling a groan as Crystal’s ass pressed into his growing cock, Tommy put his hands on her hips. “You’re in for it.” He exhaled over her neck, knowing it would get to her. “Gonna give it to you good, babe.” His dick was already rock hard. Thoughts of driving into her p
ussy fueled his desire. He closed his eyes and ground into her, holding her pelvis flush to his.
“Ready?” Giovanni appeared in front of them.
Tommy looked up, surprised. He thought they had hidden well. “Do you wanna wait till they start playing so no one notices us leave?”
“Good thinking.” Giovanni put his hands up on the wall on either side of Tommy’s head. “Think anyone will see us teasing her.” He bent his knees and rubbed his stiff shaft into Crystal’s mound. “This could be fun.” Music started playing and the crowd pushed forward, away from them.
Crystal gasped. They were making her skirt ride up. It was already at the tops of her thighs. “I’m gonna die.” She grabbed onto Giovanni’s shirt.
Then Tommy slowly tugged the back of her skirt up so she could feel him better. “Like that?” His mouth was at her ear. “We could fuck you right here, and no one’d know.” Her strangled cry told him she was beyond ready. A few more torturous moments and he glanced at Giovanni. “We should sneak around back now.” He had to shout over the music and cheering.
Giovanni nodded. Then followed Tommy’s lead along the perimeter, holding Crystal’s hand tightly.
Tommy went the long way around. By the time they reached the back door, Raining Black had got into their second song. As headliners, they should be up there about an hour. That was just enough time. The door had no lock from the inside, but there was not much reason for anyone to go back there until the show was over.
After turning the lights on, Tommy scanned the room. Nothing but equipment. Not even a table to bend her over. He had not thought about that. It meant they would have to improvise.
Giovanni saw what Tommy did and understood they would have to change tactics. He was fine with that. Pulling Crystal to the right, behind a wall of equipment cases. They could hear someone come in the room, but they would not be able to see what was happening right away. That would give them enough time to cover Crystal up.
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