Lick and a Promise-Diary of a Rock Star Groupie (Rock Star Series Book 1)

by Veronica Moreau

  She smirked. “Well, what can she do? She sure the hell doesn’t have the tits to make any money. Can she wait tables?”

  Although I was standing right there, I felt like I was on an auction block and being described to the highest bidder.

  “Yeah,” I said, “I can wait tables.”

  “How old are you anyway? You don’t look a day over 15. What are you about 16, 17?”

  “I’m 19,” I lied. “Just turned on the 18th.”

  That was almost the truth. I would be 19 on the 18th but I didn’t say which month or what year.

  “Okay, all four of you come back tomorrow. I don’t put up with lateness, stealing or drugs. We run a clean show here and anyone breaking the rules goes back out on the street. Got it?”

  We all nodded and left.

  I didn’t even know these people but they were being awfully nice to me. Suspicious, I asked them why.

  They explained that at one time, they had all been runaways and knew that life on the street could be hard, real hard, and in a nutshell, they took pity on me.

  The girls explained that a lot of rock stars came to Vegas and sometimes the strip clubs would hold private parties for them. They too wanted to fuck a rock star but I wanted more from them than that.

  I had no intentions of making a pit stop in Las Vegas. I had no intentions of getting a job. I also had no intentions of leaving my aunt’s car on the side of the road but as they say, shit happens.

  We got a room at the hotel, one room, two beds. Okay, I knew what that meant.

  Back in the room, the girls took one bed which left me and Ross in the other. We sat up late, watched TV, drank Jack and Coke and got high. The girls pulled out a pack of playing cards and wanted to play strip poker.

  They were idiot bimbos, we were all pretty trashed by then, and to be honest, I actually liked them and was in the mood to get low.

  The game got going and Monica lost her first hand and teased us with taking off a shoe. “Tease,” Ross called out.

  An hour into the game, we were all down to our undies, except for me who didn’t wear them. I was down to a bra and jeans.

  Ross was in his briefs, Monica, and Angie, were still both in their bra and panties.

  The hand came around and Ross blew it. His poker face, by now, totally trashed and he lost his hand. The only thing now to do was remove his briefs.

  Ross was pretty hot for an old dude. He was probably 30 and the girls each in their 20’s.

  He stood up and I could see a slight bulge appear out of the side of his boxers. The girls were giggling, obviously having seen his organ before, but I had not and I shuddered in anticipation.

  It had been awhile since I had been laid and I was craving to see his throbbing cock and my mouth almost went dry as all the wetness welled up between my legs.

  I almost licked my lips as he slowly pulled down his briefs.

  There before me was one of the most beautiful cocks I had ever seen.

  The thickness of his balls lay heavy on the inside of his thighs and the tip was pointing right at me, and almost begging me to taste it.

  My body trembled and the area between my legs was lubricated with my own brand of special juice.

  He sat back down and the game continued but as he sat next to me, I could not keep my eyes off the scorching piece of meat between his legs.

  Monica was next. She now had a choice. Take off the bra or the panties.

  She stood, and slowly doing a drunken strip tease, coyly pulled her bra strap down exposing her arm, first right then left.

  Her tits were already spilling out of the top of the bra and when she removed it altogether, out tumbled a pair of large dark nipples that were already erect.

  Looking over at Ross, they were not the only thing in the room standing at attention.

  Angie and I were the only two left in the room who had not exposed anything yet.

  She lost the next round and as she stood, she slowly slid down her pink ruffled panties to expose a shaved pussy. I looked over at Ross and could see his cock dance in anticipation.

  Ross had nothing left to take off so it was between us girls. Monica eventually pulled down her panties. She too was shaved.

  Angie’s tits were smaller and more firm but her nipples were dark like her friend‘s.

  Having been taught how to play poker as a kid, I knew it wouldn’t be long till the whole room was naked.

  We all soon moved toward the bed.

  Ross lay down and the girls hovered over him and began to kiss. His cock was already hard and he motioned for them to suck it.

  “Let me undress you,” he said and motioned me to come near him.

  I walked over to the bed and as the girls were kissing and fondling one another, he reached over the top of my bell bottoms and slowly unbuttoned the top button.

  I shuddered.

  He gently slid his finger down the top of my jeans in a semicircular motion, revealing the fact that I did not wear underwear.

  He smiled and he slowly unzipped them.

  I shimmied out of them as they hit the floor.

  The girls were taking turns sucking his cock and at this point, I was the only one still standing.

  His hand began caressing my inner thighs and then my wet spot and as he put a finger up inside me, I moaned.

  He pulled me closer and with his tongue, circled the outside of my folds and began licking the top of my pussy.

  Slow and methodical, his tongue found its way inside me. I was on fire and I wanted him, needed him, inside me. He fucked me with his tongue as I felt almost ready to explode, the girls lay down in the bed next to him and began their own female brand of love making.

  He motioned me to climb on top and I slowly undid my bra.

  Straddling him, I slid down onto his throbbing cock. I moaned and as he reached up for my tits, one of the girls began caressing my ass.

  The feeling was indescribable and nothing like I had ever felt in any of the threesome or foursomes from the past. These girls and this man knew how to fuck.

  I gently rode him for a few moments then he shifted positions and got behind me. His cock slide into my wet folds and he began fucking me from behind. Suddenly the girls were underneath me sucking my nipples, one on each side.

  One of them had begun rubbing my clit and I could feel Ross getting ready to explode.

  Suddenly my body began to quiver and he came and pulled out his cock and shot his warm liquid onto my back.

  We all fell into a heap of naked, sticky bodies.

  Lying there, my drunken eyes caught site of a rock music video dancing across the MTV screen.

  There he was, bigger than life, my rock star.

  Welcome to Vegas baby!

  A Belly Dancer in a Room Full of Rock Stars

  I had been working at the club for a few months and turned 19 while I was there. I told no one since they were told, by me, in the beginning that I was already over 18.

  That night at the hotel was the one and only time that happened between us. In the light of day, they really weren’t all that nice to me. I rarely saw them except when they danced and my only interaction with Ross was when I passing him drink orders at the bar. But when I did, he was rude and acted like he barely knew me.

  The girls, who were bi-sexual, found their own pad after a month and Ross moved out right after them. I was still living in the motel at $168.50 a week. It sucked, but at least I had maid service.

  The waitress job was not so bad and I got good tips. My plan was to save up some coin, get an old clunker and hit the road for LA. From looking at my map, I could see I was way off course and still had a ways to go to get there. But believe me, I’ll get there.

  It was a Saturday night and the club was packed with people. Strippers danced onstage and I’ll have to admit some were pretty hot and others just looked like cheap hookers.

  As I was getting a large drink order for a table of frat boys, Gerri approached me.

  “Get the
ir order and meet me in my office!” She barked.

  I obliged and walked back the dark hallway to her cramp and cluttered office.

  “Have I done something wrong?” I quivered.

  She plopped her fat ass into the undersized chair. “No, no, I need another girl tonight. That bitch Carrie called out again. Third time this week. I wish she’d get her shit together!”

  Carrie was one of the strippers. She wasn’t very good but she did bring in a lot of customers. She was a beautiful black chick from Florida but she always seemed to have some sort of drama going on in her life.

  “Listen kid, we are having a private party here later on tonight. A real VIP party. It’s one of the biggest rock bands around and they are coming here with a shit load of people, band, crew, groupies, roadies, you name it, they’ll be here. Some shit about promoting their new album. Honestly, I don’t think much of their music myself but who I am to judge?”

  The band was getting pretty famous and I was a fan. The lead singer had a bad rep for being insane and liking kink. The lead guitarist was cute too but I heard that they all had a drug problem. Nothing new, I thought.

  “Well, how can I help?”

  “I’m gonna need you to strip.”

  My heart fell out of my chest. Strip? You mean like take off my clothes?

  “Don’t stand there with that deer in the headlight look. This is a gentleman’s club Poppy so it ain’t nothing new to you.”

  “I know,” I stammered, “but I am not a stripper. I don’t know anything about stripping.”

  She sighed, “Well, you’ve seen enough of these girls dance and half of them aren’t even any good. Don’t know why I even keep em around.”

  She went on to explain that just by the band’s presence being in the building would attract a lot of customers. I could also make some damn good money; enough money to get me out of that shit hole motel and into a car and on my way to Los Angeles.

  “Well,” she insisted, “you gonna help me or not?”

  I slowly nodded.

  She sent me backstage where the other girls were getting ready. The private party would start at midnight and it was already 11:30.

  Backstage was a hustle of naked and half naked women all primping in front of their own individual mirrors. Gerri told one of the girls, Laurie, to help me get ready and she told me to undress.

  I was no angel in the bedroom but for some odd reason, I was embarrassed so I hesitated. “Come on,” she said. “What are you shy or something? How are you going to get naked out there if you can’t even get naked in here?”

  I looked around and realized that no one was even the least bit worried about me and my soon to be naked body. Those conceited bitches were only concerned about one thing…themselves.

  So I took off my clothes and stood naked in front of this full bosomed stripper. She looked me and down and I could swear she was quietly judging me. Her with her big bouncy tits and fake tan. I probably looked like a pale boy vampire to her.

  She asked me my bra size and I said 34C and she smirked and threw me a bra and panty set from a drawer.

  I put them on and the bra was snug but it made my boobs look bigger so I was okay.

  She gave me a robe to wear, touched up my makeup, and made me look like one of them. The false eyelashes practically blinded me and I was hoping that they wouldn’t fall off in someone’s drink.

  There were only a few of us girls who were “invited” to attend the private party. Five to be exact.

  The band, who had been there before once or twice, had put in their “order” early on what type of women they wanted dancing for them.

  The guys were known as total bad asses and according to one of the girls, the leader singer was a heroin addict who was a freak in bed.

  “Yeah, I fucked him once and believe me, once was enough. He was so stoned on H that sex was the last thing he wanted from me. He could barely keep it hard enough to do anything.”

  Another one said, “He is a total freak! He wanted to watch me take a piss then told me to piss on him next. I didn’t care if he wanted me to shit in his mouth. He gave me a $1,000 tip so what did I care?”

  I didn’t care either. They were rock stars and I was going to be up close and personal with them tonight.

  Midnight rolled around and an excited clamor fell over the backstage. Five limos had just pulled up out front and the band was just coming off stage from a gig nearby.

  They were led into the club and into the VIP room. Three waitresses were on hand to serve them and there was a private bar set up in the room. Per their instructions, there was to be dim lighting and a lot of large pillows.

  Backstage, Laurie grabbed me and said, “There’s been a change! Undress and put this on instead.”

  The outfit looked like something out of the Arabian Nights.

  “What’s this shit?” I asked.

  “The lead singer asked for a belly dancer. Hurry, put it on.”

  I hesitated.

  “He wants a waif like, petite blond with long blonde hair. Do you see any of us looking like that? Now come on Poppy get with it!”

  The only thing I knew about belly dancing was from what I had seen as a kid on I Dream of Jeannie. In that split second, I wished I could have evaporated into a thin veil of pink smoke and had a bottle to poof myself into!

  I put on the beautiful but heavy costume and waited for my cue. The bra was encrusted with gold and purple beads and the cool tiny beadlets washed over my tight midriff like a colorful waterfall.

  The skirt was long, silky and flowing and the belt, although heavy around my waist, was just as beautiful and ornate as the bra. My waist length blonde hair cascaded down my back in a sea of natural waves. Big, Cleopatra jewelry completed my look. I have to admit, I looked better than any of those old floppy whores out there.

  I could see the band through the curtains and there he was. The lead singer reclined back in a chair with a glass of whiskey in his hand. He was not all that attractive in person. His long, stringy hair was partially covered by a dirty looking bandana.

  The lead guitarist, Cash, was talking to another guy on the couch. He was cuter than the lead singer with his long, black naturally curly hair.

  I never really knew much about the other band members, except I think one was named Dizzy, but I assumed they too were out there.

  There were three girls with the band who looked like whores. Half naked and dancing around like they actually knew something. They didn’t look much older than me. I bet I could fuck and suck them under the table any day of the week.

  A roadie and some stage crew rounded out this black leathered bunch. I watched our girls give them lap dances and strip. I was not impressed.

  A man may get aroused by a naked woman standing in front of him but how hard was that to do. I mean, you know, take off your clothes.

  Here I was standing in a genie suit and have no idea what I am doing. I am hoping they will get drunk and high enough that they will not notice that I will most likely look like a complete and utter fool.

  I had seen some women dance at a Middle Eastern restaurant once when I was about 15 but blocked the experience from my mind when I had an allergic reaction to their weird food. Turmeric is not my friend.

  So I kinda knew what to move but…oh hell, who was I kidding, I was going to suck!

  I was trying to shimmy in front of a mirror when Laurie came backstage and said, “You’re on kid!”

  It had been about an hour into the party and I was hoping they had been plied with enough liquor to make them all blind.

  I sighed and felt a slight twinge of nausea but made my way to the dimly lit room.

  To my surprise and my delight, some of the people were no longer there. The band and the groupies were there but some of the road crew had left. The strippers were out of sight and backstage probably counting their hefty tips. Gerri had promised us all a bonus if we worked the party. Los Angeles here I come!

  The singer was sti
ll in the same chair and was leaning over talking to another guy when I walked in. Someone had found some Middle Eastern music and the tape was playing when I entered the room.

  He turned to look at me and with widened eyes, he smiled. “Ah, there she is…”

  My body moved in a slow, rhythmic dance and I pretended to be having sex in that expensive costume. It felt so good against my body that I could almost feel myself get wet as I moved.

  When I took off the other costume the panties went with it and the soft, sensuous feel of the silk skirt aroused me.

  I found the music intoxicating and as I watched him watching me, a slight bulge began to grow in his tight leather pants.

  “Yeah,” he said, as he got into the movements. I made my way around the room, still having no idea what I was doing but they seemed to like it. Drunken assholes!

  I had been given a purple scarf and I teased some of the men with it as I danced my way in front of them.

  The singer seemed mesmerized by me and I thought good, a bigger tip. Keep staring big boy!

  I didn’t kid myself into thinking that I was a better dancer then the more experienced girls but as I watched them with the band first, I knew I didn’t want to do it that way.

  It reminded me of the time when Peggy and I got backstage and we had to suck that roadie’s dick too see the band. As I watched her suck it, I just knew she was doing it wrong, although I had never done it before myself. It was the same thing tonight. It was also the same thing like at the party at the hotel in Boston when I met my rock star. I wanted to be different, to stand out, to be remembered.

  Those famous rock guys can have any girls they want, why not give them something different.

  My mind drifted off to my rock star and I fantasized that I was dancing for him not some kinky drunken rocker who likes to watch women pee.

  After about seven minutes, it was over. The music stopped and they all cheered which brought me back to reality. The lead singer stood up and embraced me. Holding me tight, I could feel his bulging cock up against my wet pussy.

  Leaning into me, he whispered, “You smell so good,” and he slipped me a wad of money. He backed away and continued clapping.