Backstage Demands

by Kristina King

  “We're both adults,” Rick said. “It's not like we're a pair of kids that can't control themselves.”

  Jen agreed, but Rick could tell that she was already really considering fooling around with him. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but he was hesitant. It was always strange to sleep with someone on the same day that he first met them, or at least it was to him. Maybe it wasn't the same to Jen, but then again she was a little bit younger. For her he was probably some rock star cool guy. That was the way he felt a lot of would be romantic interests felt to him. It always made him uncomfortable because he was just a normal guy like everyone else, and, in fact, there were many things about him that made him a less than, rather than a better than, when it came to being compared to the average person.

  When they undressed in front of each other before bed they left on their underwear. When they slid under the covers, Rick felt bare in front of her, as if the lights were still on. The night was long and cold, and they held each other as much for warmth as affection. Rick never ended up making a move on Jen, although he did find himself hoping at times that she would. It just wasn't that kind of mood, though. There was defiantly sexual tension, but it wasn't the kind of sexual tension that felt juvenile, or like either of them just wanted to get off. But when Jen snuggled back into Rick he knew that she had to be able to feel his member jump and start to stiffen, and when he reached around her and cupped her breasts by accident he could feel her body stiffen with electricity and longing.

  Chapter 7

  But that night nothing happened sexually to speak of, and Rick drifted off to dreamland. Before he knew it, he was dreaming of a house on a hill that reminded him of house he had grown up in for a few years, back before his parents broke up. There had always been something about houses in the country that made him think that this was where he should be, in the country. This house had a long walk way up to it, which Rick climbed carefully, favoring his bum knee. He tried not to think about how he didn't have insurance and how even though he'd hurt his knee in a loading accident when an amp dropped out of the bus and onto him he probably wouldn't ever receive any kind of worker's compensation for it. There just wasn't much he could do since so much of the power in his life was centralized elsewhere.

  When he finally got to the front door of the house, he found his last name on the placard above the mailbox. He knew somehow that he was dreaming, but it was the same kind of knowing a dreamer feels when he knows that he should get up but can't. So Rick opened the front door with confidence. He walked into the house quietly, listening for anyone that might be around. In the living room, there were a bunch of toys that had been discarded by children, and in the study there was a big dog sleeping in what had to be the chair to his desk. From the kitchen came the smell of food and the sound of cooking. He walked slowly toward the kitchen, afraid of what he would find.

  At the door he paused. Something was keeping him from opening the door. He could feel himself waking up. He wasn't sure what was going on.

  Chapter 8

  Jen woke early in the morning and was horny. Rick had his arm wrapped around her, his hand cupping one of her breasts. It turned her on so much to think that she was about to make a move on Rick. It usually wasn't her style to do such things, but then again it usually wasn't the style of a man in bed with her to not hit on her. It made her think that now would be a good time to expand her horizons and start making a move on guys.

  So Jen slipped her hand behind her and found his member. She took it in her hand and started to squeeze it slow and steady, gently giving it a few tugs now and again. Rick's body responded accordingly, but it took longer than she thought it would have. It wasn't until he started to murmur something in his sleep that she realized that he must be dreaming and that was why it was taking so long to get him turned on. But eventually he was turned on, and slowly coming to. He started to knead her breasts and pinch her nipples. Jen loved it when people played with her tits, and she especially loved it when they pinched her nipples. Rick was good at it, his hands smooth and supple, and his movements deft and sure. It was just the kind of thing that made her glad that there were men in the world that could please her, and that she'd found Rick.

  Soon, spooning while they groped each other wasn't enough, and Rick pushed his way toward the end of the bed. For a moment, Jen didn't know what he was going to do, even though it was clear that he was going to go down on her. She was just so turned on and lost in the moment that she was having trouble thinking straight. When Jake took her into his mouth she gasped and arched her back, her breasts bouncing and hitting her in the chin. Rick definitely knew what he was doing and wasn't shy about doing it to her. The way he would take her into his mouth, the most sensitive parts of her body, and roll them around with his tongue—it was enough to drive her crazy. Jen took both of her hands and placed them on the back of Rick's head. She pushed, but not too hard. But hard enough so that there was no way that he didn't know that he should keep doing what he was doing. It was great how he was pleasing her orally, most guys wouldn't do that on the first time being together, and some guys just wouldn't do it at all.

  “Oh, Rick,” Jen gasped. “Oh, baby. Just keep going like that. Just like that. Oh my God, you make me feel fucking good. Just like that baby. Just like that, please don't stop! I love it! You're going to make me come.”

  Rick kept going, doubling his efforts to make Jen orgasm. She could feel how much work he was putting into it and that was turning her on even more. It felt so fucking good. Any second she was going to come. She could feel it building up in her. It was something like electricity circling through her body. All of a sudden she came.

  “Oh Jesus,” Jen said. “Holy fuck, Rick, I'm coming!”

  Waves of pleasure rocked through her body as she came again and again. It felt so good to just come like that, right in Rick's mouth. When she finished, she realized that Rick wasn't finished with her. He moved up her body and before she knew it was pressing his member against her womanhood. She arched her back, then pressed herself into him. When he was all the way inside of her, her eyes rolled back in her head. Jen just couldn't believe how good Rick felt, and how much more of him she wanted even though he was inside of her.

  They made love slowly, tenderly, even though Rick was a tattooed bad boy rock star. It was fun to be with him like this, the way his hands roved her body, touching everything but never stopping long enough to cease the exploring. She loved it and kissed him deeply, feeling his tongue in her mouth and moaning again and again. Rick kept moving faster and faster, and Jen knew that he was going to come any second.

  “Oh God,” Rick panted. “Oh, holy shit you feel so good. I don't know how much longer I'm going to last. I think I'm going to come. Holy shit I think I'm going to fucking come!”

  Then it was Rick's turn to arch his back in ecstasy. It was a beautiful thing to have great sex, and Jen fell asleep by Rick on the bed.

  Chapter 9

  A few hours later Jen woke before Rick and realized that having sex might make things a little more complicated between them. Or maybe it wouldn't. It kind of depended on whether or not Rick was a cool guy. He could be a cool enough guy that he didn't let something like sex suddenly become a big thing. But some guys would, and if Rick was like any of those guys then he'd start to become possessive, maybe instead he would become dismissive. It was always hard to tell with guys if they were going to be nice about sex, or if it was going to turn into some kind of sitcom esque style drama that no one really cared about anyway.

  Jen didn't know what else to do but wait for Rick to get up. She needed to talk to him about the gig today, and about the upcoming tour. It was important for her future that he went to both of them, but she knew that it would be an uphill battle. So to pass the time she slipped into the shower and turned the water on hot. As the shower cascaded over her shoulders, she thought of how that even though Rick wasn't happy in life the best thing he could do was make something of himself. That meant going on t
he tour. If he didn't like it, then at the end of it he could just not renew the contract with the Collective. It would really be that easy for him. And after that he would be free to do whatever he wanted. But if he skipped out on the tour it would be really hard to find anyone that would work with him after that. Skipping something like that would cost the Collective so much money, and it would really be a black eye for Rick as well when word got around about it.

  But, Jen had to admit, it was fucked up that the Collective hadn't told Rick about it. When she'd been told that she was the one that was going to tell Rick about the tour she figured it was because he was a bad drunk or something and his friends didn't want to deal with him anymore. She'd read up on the role of a manager of rock stars and found that often times the band mates just couldn't deal with how poorly things were going with a certain member, or how the member always turned to getting fucked up to cope with things, so they'd hire someone to do it for them. Jen had, at first, believed that this was the reason she'd been hired to talk to Rick. But now she was thinking that maybe it had much more to do with outright manipulation of Rick.

  Before she could think anymore about it, Rick slipped into the shower behind her. She couldn't say anything before he'd bent her over gently and started rubbing her slit. They made love in a rough fashion, with Rick pulling her hair and playfully choking her. It was just the kind of sex that Jen liked, and she enjoyed every minute of it. They almost fell down right in the middle of going at it, but luckily Rick caught himself on the side railing of his shitty shower. Before she came Jen realized that this was the best sex she'd ever had, this lay in the shower and the one before in bed earlier. She wondered what she would do if she wasn't able to get sex from Rick anymore. Even though they'd only slept together two times, she knew that she wasn't just going to be able to head out into the world and find someone else as good in bed as Rick. When she came, Rick came, and together they basked in the ecstasy of the feeling of coitus.

  Chapter 10

  When they'd finished, they both sat at the table wrapped in towels. The towels were clean, much to Rick's surprise. It wasn't often he had clean anything in the apartment, but boy was he more thankful now than ever that he kept clean towels around. He knew that it was one thing to be able to have sex with a woman in a dirty shower, but completely another to ask her to sit and chat while wrapped in a dirty towel.

  “So,” Rick said. “I've been thinking about the charity gig tonight. And I'm going to do it. Even though a lot of this is starting to irk me in ways I never thought possible, I'll play along with the Collective's whims for now. But I want you to know that when the time rolls around for me to sign papers with them again there is pretty much going to be no way whatsoever.”

  Jen nodded. Rick could tell that she wanted him to talk, wanted him to vent his feelings so she could have a better idea of what was going on in his head. Some women got all vulnerable after sex, and even though it wasn't so bad in that way with Jen, she was still a little vulnerable. It was kind of cute to see. And boy did she ever look good during her afterglow. Jen seemed to be floating in herself somehow. Rick thought he'd never seen anyone look so radiant before in his entire life.

  “You've got to do the tour, Rick,” Jen said. “I know shit is fucked up the way they threw you under the bus by not telling you, but you did sign papers with them. That means that you could be on the hook for any of the damages you cause. So if you were to not go and that meant they had to cancel the tour, or say that they went ahead with the tour, but things couldn't get off the ground without you there, then you could maybe be in trouble. I'd just hate to see that happen, you know?”

  Rick thought about it for a second.

  “You know what,” Rick said. “If you come with me on the tour then I'll go on the tour. But I don't want you to come in the capacity of a manger. I just want you to be there with me. That way we can see if we could really be something, you know? I guess maybe I sound a little emo, not so much like the hard ass punk rocker that people think I am or make me out to be.”

  Jen's mouth dropped open, but she didn't look shocked like in terror shocked, just more shocked like she hadn't seen it coming. Which was fine with Rick if she hadn't thought that he would ask her to come along in the capacity of a maybe lover. She should be shocked. But Rick figured that asking was better than not asking. Because who cares if she shot him down. It would be better than having to go the rest of his life not knowing what the answer could have been. Rick was nervous about the answer, though. He really did want her to come along on the tour and hadn't realized just how much he wanted her to come along on the tour until that very moment.

  “Well,” Jen started. “I hadn't really known if I was going to come along. The Collective had kind of made it sound like I was going to, but now, after everything has happened, I'm not too hot on the whole taking everything they say at face value. I can tell you this, though if you say that I have to go on the tour or you won't go then they'll let me go on the tour.”

  “So you'll go!?” Rick said.

  Jen jumped up from her chair, letting her towels fall to the flower, and hugged Rick.

  “Yes!” she said.

  Rick beamed as she hugged him. He ran his fingers through her red, curly hair and gave her ass a playful slap. He wanted to fool around with her again, but they had to get ready to head to the charity gig. They both got dressed and headed out the door, both of them with a little smile and some pep in their step. Rick started his walk toward the gig while Jen made her way home to change, then head back to the venue in her car.

  That night everything went well. The show went off without a problem and they raised plenty of money for charity. It wasn't really the normal crowd for Cull the Unfaithful, but they weren't complaining. After the gig when Rick talked to the Collective and pitched the idea that he bring Jen along as a friend they were fine with it. They kept trying to pressure him into signing on for a tour next year, even though it was so early that it was almost foolish to offer it since things could change so much in so little time—but Rick just laughed. He didn't care if people thought he owed them something when he didn't owe them a God damn thing. It was one thing to follow his contract through to the end, but he wasn't going to sign on to anything else just to make a bunch of jerk off industry people happy.

  “How did things go?” Jen asked when he met her outside.

  She was leaning against her car, which was parked to the side of the venue, looking good as ever. Rick couldn't believe how lucky he was.

  “They went great,” Rick said. “You're going on tour with us!”

  They both jumped into each other's arms this time and then looked around to make sure no one had seen. Rick was really excited, though, so much that he couldn't help but smile and kiss her. It was one of those moments that he wanted to remember forever, one of those things that he hoped that he would never forget. Because it really was things like this that made life worth living. After this tour, he wanted to quit the band and see where he could take things with Jen.

  But first he felt like a drink, so they both headed back into the bar to sit close to each other and whisper with knowing eyes about the future.

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  Getting Him Off

  BRASS BONDS MC
/>   By: Kristina King

  Jasper Connors sat in his prison cell waiting. These days, he was always waiting. He had a crumpled piece of paper in his hand that he tossed back and forth while he passed the time, but he wasn’t just passing the time. He was thinking long and hard about his gang and how he ended up in this prison.

  First he thought about the circumstances that landed him here, in this cell. Then he thought about the circumstances that had to happen in order to for him to be released. The ideal circumstance would be if the cops found the guy they claimed Jasper killed, but he didn’t suspect that would happen anytime soon. For now, he was stuck until they figured it out.

  A guard appeared on the other side of the gate and Jasper lifted his soulful eyes to him. He squeezed the paper tight in his hand until his knuckles went white. The guard said nothing. He just leaned against the bars with an expression of dread across his face. Jasper motioned with his hands questioning the silence, “Yeah?”

  “The chief has a major hard-on for you, Jas. The guy you killed … he was his niece’s fiancé. Princess is home crying her eyes out to her mother, the chief’s sister. The chief’s sister is all up his ass about frying you.” The guard pointed at Jasper and continued, “It’s not looking good. Even without a body to prove anything, they want the case closed.” The guard went silent again as he pushed himself off the bars. Another guard walked past them without remark. Once he was out of earshot, the guard leaned back against the bars and offered a tentative opinion, “Maybe you should just tell them where the body is so they’ll go easy on you. At least then, the family will have closure and maybe that will take off the pressure to fry you.”