Sin Delicious

by Willow Sears

  “It’s bollocks!” shouts Sindee, launching her beer bottle across the dressing room. “He just wants to give that bitch one more final fuck. I know him!”

  The show might be cancelled but the after-show party is not. You’d think we’d need this like a hole in the head but actually it is a hugely welcome change to the tedium. It is held in some record producer’s house out in a pine forest and if you think you know modern then think again. Things open or turn on if you say specific Danish words at them. You can tell a computer what song you want and it plays it, in as many rooms as you want. One whole wall is black-smoked mirrors one moment and then a giant screen the next, or lots of little screens. There are open fires everywhere. They look real but come on at the touch of a button and flicker away, and they only give off as much heat as you want, although the flames remain constant. You can burn your hand off or leave it in the flames unscathed for minutes at a time just from turning a dial.

  One lounge has a see-through ceiling, below the pool room, so it looks like the water is suspended above. You can sit on the almost complete circle of sofa around a low chrome table and look right up through the gently blue water to the skylight in the ceiling high above, and onward to the stars. You can see people diving in and swimming on the surface, or coming down to wave at you through half a foot of reinforced glass. This can be quite disconcerting when a grinning, skinny-dipping Sheen has his thing floating about just above your head. The whole construction of this pool area alone must have cost – what’s the currency here? – over a quarter of a billion Danish rashers to install.

  We slam tequilas, slurp vodka cocktails or sip Ace of Spades champagne by de Brignac. If it’s good enough for Jay-Z it’s good enough for us. Gio chugs his straight out of the gold magnum bottle. The Magic Man doles out pills and potions for those in need. He also introduces us to a statuesque beauty by the name of Lady Essence, with smooth dark chocolate skin and a half-bare arse as round and shining as a conker. She speaks not one word of English but clad in her red leather bodice and clutching a long-tailed whip we know she is a force to be reckoned with. She has a sidekick too, just as gorgeous and sultry. She is darker still and dressed as a Persian warrior of ancient times, domed and spiked helmet included, all in gold. I shiver at the thought of what these two could do to you if they got you alone.

  Word goes out that no man has ever been a match for them. That, of course, is like a red rag to a bull for Russell. He seems extra cock-sure tonight. He is bragging away. Down comes his zip and then he is waving it around, proud as any man can be. Lady Essence remains unfazed, addressing him in her foreign tones.

  “She will fuck you,” translates her golden sidekick, “if you dare.”

  “Of course I fucking dare,” sneers Monsieur LeMuscle. “Ain’t no bitch alive can handle all of me!”

  He has a huge boastful grin on his face as they lead him away. I don’t think I’ve seen him look more pleased with himself. Two minutes later the big screen changes and slowly we all start to realise the pictures are being beamed direct from some kind of shagging dungeon, sound and all, and Russell and his two beauties are the stars. He is as happy as ever to get naked. He still grins knowingly when they secure his hands. He warns them of what they have coming to them as Lady Essence lightly whips his back and arse, whilst Goldie goes to her knees to suck on his erection. He doesn’t mind at all when he is untied and the lady in red sits upon his face, lashing at his cock from time to time. He can take anything these bitches want to throw at him, that’s what his face says. We all sit round on the huge low-backed curving sofa to watch and to cheer as appropriate.

  The scene plays out and I can’t help but keep my eyes fixed on it. I sense he has much more coming to him than he bargained for. The screen changes angles or divides so we can see different shots of the action at the same time. The clarity is good enough for me to take pictures of the onscreen shenanigans without my auto flash coming on to dull the image. There must be ten cameras in there and someone unseen is directing it all for our delectation. You don’t get this kind of service in the pokey hotels I’ve been staying in. With him chained to the floor they walk on him in spiked heels and pinch his nipples hard. Between punishments Goldie sucks on him to keep him sweet. Then she squats above him, her tiny skirt rucked up, and very slowly slides down upon his length. She just sits there static, not moving an inch, but by the grimaces on his face she must possess some special clenchy inner-muscle tricks unknown to lesser sex goddesses like me. What a tease it must be for him.

  He is confident enough to let them bend him forward and secure his wrists via rings on the wall. She feeds his feet into the holes of a pair of lacy pink knickers and pulls them all the way up for him, his stiff cock sticking over the waistband. That is definitely worth a picture! He calls her names but barely struggles as she does this, so I know this means he doesn’t realise we can see it all. She spanks him with her palm over the stretched material of the skimpy knicks, not very hard at all. But then she pulls them down round his thighs and the weight of her next flurry of slaps is immediately heavy enough to turn his taut buttocks rosy red. I shift in my seat, knowing how this would feel. He gasps and swears but his eyes scrunch shut, as if the pleasure is a sudden surprise. A close-up practically shows us the throb in his straining prick. His bravado remains but I sense he is feeling his machismo draining away. As I now know well, there is something shockingly mortifying in discovering that you enjoy the humiliation of being made to bend over, and absolutely adore the stinging pain that follows.

  The grin starts to fade as Essence spurts some kind of oil up inside him. The way his cock jerks shows exactly how much he likes this, despite what he would ever have us believe. Then the goddess parades herself before his eyes sporting a long hard dildo at her waist – bright red, of course, to match her attire. We applaud but a hush starts to descend upon the room. He pulls at his restraints and we can hear him telling her to stop pissing about, but his arse stays pushed out for her and his cock bobs in excited anticipation. His cheeks are as flushed as the ones on his backside but his protests aren’t nearly convincing enough. He calls her a bitch but she just slaps him again.

  “You dared my lady to fuck you,” says Goldie, clasping his balls. He gives no answer, so fuck him Essence does, holding his hips tight and sliding the solid length of plastic home. He gasps and even squeals as his tight sphincter is breached. The audience clap and whoop in delight. In she goes, all the way up, his prick swelling fit to burst and looking massive. She goes in and out, finding a nice rhythm. Goldie goes back to her knees to suck him. His eyes close and he whimpers. There is no question he loves every inch of the toy up his arse, perhaps even the fact that that skimpy pink underwear is still around his thighs.

  I feel elated. It is sexy to watch that beauty of a brown rump driving against the taut arse that has proudly pounded into so many nameless girls. It is good to see him devoid of all power and looking pitiful and stripped of his tiresome machismo. Never has a comeuppance been so deserved by such a vulgar bragger, such a wilful chauvinist. Of course, if he wasn’t enjoying it so much then it would have been less comfortable viewing, but he so clearly is, unaware that we can see it all. Another man might shrug such things off and say there is no shame in broadening one’s sexual horizons, but he, he will hate the thought that anyone has witnessed this being done to him.

  “What a fucking faggot,” says a sneering American voice. Russell is never, ever going to live this down. He looks like a sissy, so much the opposite of what he wishes to be. I am dimly aware that Sindee is off the sofa and leaving but I want to stay and watch it all. I hear my name being called and I drag my eyes away to see her there. She is in the doorway, beckoning me over. She is not alone. Either side of her, each with a hand in hers, stand Sheen and Skelz, the former bare-chested from his earlier pool adventures. I know instantly what plans she has for them.

  I have to go because that, as she so likes to tell me, is what I am here for. I am almost spitefu
lly glad that she is on the verge of making a very big mistake. I decide to not even try to make her see straight. Fortunately, Lady Essence and the Gold Warrior have impeccable timing and as I go the latter stops sucking on Russell’s cock and slides further beneath him, taking his tight ball sack into her mouth. It is a lovely arty shot that I’m not going to have time to capture: Goldie with her face against the underside of his rigid shaft, her mouth full of his balls. Essence pumps hard and he gives out more sissy yelps and I just catch the sight of his thick white spurts shooting from the swollen-fit-to-burst glans and dripping off his piercing. I would love to be in the room when he made his proud return – bare-faced lying about what went on, telling everyone how he fucked the arse off the both of them. We will never forget the truth, and won’t let him either.

  It is never in question that I am to be there merely to capture the action rather than be a part of it. Even if she was of a mind to share I am easily strong enough to refuse. Yesterday, before a certain episode with a Maori bodyguard, I might have been on shakier ground. My head was not straight and my cravings seemed to be running rampant. However, it was just a momentary aberration and I am cured of that now. I am in a much better place mentally, right where I want to be: finding sex sexy but able to control when I want to share myself and with whom. It is a good feeling to have.

  Admittedly Sheen has a fit bod and an enticing if rather too-large cock, but just two subsequent minutes of his horseplay or spoken drivel, knowing that I had allowed a jerk such as him be inside me, would have me hanging myself with cheese wire. Skellz, well, he is just Skellz. As it happens no one seems to think I am here to get naked. I’m still taking up position as belts are being unbuckled and shiny leather pants are dropping. Cocks are being stroked hard, two of them side by side just as she likes them, waiting for her hungry mouth. Her eyes close as she sinks upon the bigger erection and she has that almost angelic look again. But this is Sindee at her core: greedy; selfish; destructive. Consequences don’t come into it for her. It’s the pure hedonist mentality, now mixed with spite. I know with every lewdly slurping head-bob she is thinking how dare he leave me to go to her? I take the pictures, just as she wants me to.

  I forget the inevitable fall-out and sit back to enjoy the show. I have a feeling this might be the last time I see her like this. It is erotic for sure. Even the most vulgar can look sensual when naked and making love to a beauty. With all the tattoos is it like watching an animation, like they are partially clothed when they are not. A diet of drink, drugs and fucking somehow keeps the boys muscular and her lithe. They automatically seem to know, what with me watching, that they have to put on a show, like porn stars. Crassness and impatient fumbling goes out the window. They want to look professional. They stroke rather than paw her. They remember to tend to less obvious erogenous zones. They are all perfectly at ease with their bodies and this togetherness.

  She lets Skellz enter her from behind as she bends at the waist to have Sheen in her mouth. I haven’t seen the drum tech undressed before. His tattoos really are amazing. His whole body is done like his arms and hands: parts of his skeleton revealed by skilfully drawn pulled-back skin, as if he has come straight from a dissection table. I see portions of leg bone, a whole section of spine and glimpses of shoulder blade. The behind is untouched: two muscularly full buttocks with side dimples, tensing as he thrusts into her. I am becoming almost as fond of the male arse as the female, I can’t deny it. There are exposed ribs on both sides, even a colourful lower portion of exposed heart – which is, frankly, fucking incredible artistry. It’s just a pity the man himself can be such a pill-crazed idiot.

  It is mainly about being filled at both ends and why wouldn’t you want to be, if you could? Strange, I still think that this is something I will never know and yet I could have it happen at any time. That invisible force-field of morality still pervades and I have simply no notion why. It is like an instinct, a ruling gene that some of us have and some of us do not. Those who don’t have it can revel in being as dirty as they like. Those of us who do have it can delight in dirty, darkly scintillating fantasies about being made to do such things. I wonder which is best. She likes to ride her men too. It gives her power over the sensations she receives without hurrying their finish.

  She expertly takes the whole of Sheen inside her, mounting him as he reclines on the low chocolate brown couch – a modern elongated chaise longue. She slowly rides his full length up and down before leaning forward to kiss him. As she usually doesn’t bother with such closeness this must expressly be to stab the absent Cas even deeper in his heart. Skellz, hovering behind enjoying the show, steps in. She is exposed, her bottom parted, her puss stuffed. He bends and spits on the little hole above, rubbing with his fingers and pushing one in. She moans her delight, so deeper he goes. She stays still for him to continue. He spits and works it in and penetrates her again with one finger, and then two. I capture him knuckle deep, those tattooed bones showing whose hand it must be.

  He keeps on, slipping them in and out of her rapidly now she is less tight. I know what is coming. My racing heart has given me the hint. He hunkers down behind her and takes aim, holding his stiff prick to guide it home. I take shot after shot as her presses forward. Her cry escalates until it is almost a shout of thankful relief. I have never seen her take it this way so I do not know if it is her first time. I go in close to take one picture of her lovely face, eyes closed in rapture. I guess I always knew that one day she would have this. It seems like the ultimate for a girl like her. It looks so dirty; so utterly delicious.

  I can’t slow my pulse or control my breathing. The blood fizzes round my whole body. All through it, as Skellz pumps fast towards his wrenching end, I feel like I am on a speeding runaway train. Lord knows what she feels. The climax started early but continues to build. In the end it is too much for her to even make any noise. She just stays pressed flat to one man as the other fucks her like a demon. I am pretty sure all thoughts of Cas have gone now but how soon will they creep back? How long before she realises she has committed such a damaging betrayal? Maybe she doesn’t care – she certainly won’t be able to see past her bliss at this moment. Ask me, though, and I would bet anything that this flighty bit of revenge is going to blow up bigger than she ever imagined.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Outro

  The hell that these heavy metallists have been threatening to unleash has suddenly broken loose. The morning after the night before sees us all landing in Glasgow. Cas is there as promised, in the hotel ready to meet up with his band. Sindee stays with us, apparently unaware of his return and unrepentant about her actions of last night. The first thing Sheen does is tell Cas what a hot, dirty bitch Sindee is and how he is not surprised Cas prefers fucking her over Honey. The first thing Cas does is punch Sheen square in the face. The drummer goes down, bouncing off a bar before hitting the floor awkwardly, fracturing his wrist. The All Stars’ front man tries to step in to stop a follow-up blow and Cas turns on him, smacking him in the jaw. It is unclear whether the Thunderhed man knew that his fellow vocalist also had prior carnal knowledge of Sindee and had harboured seething anger, but the force of the punch was enough to leave severe swelling and bruising certainly not conducive to singing loudly.

  Cas was subsequently arrested and word of this was quickly leaked, along with the reasons behind the assault. The press has descended upon our hotel. A picture of Sindee Liscious has already been broadcast by certain newsrooms. It will soon be getting shown on the other side of the Atlantic and then it’s going to be a full-on shit versus fan situation. Where the leak came from is debateable –maybe a vengeful victim, maybe an apparent innocent, since gossip is part of the entertainment of tour life and spite and jealousies bubble constantly near the surface when you live in each other’s pockets. There is even a chance that the word came from a certain foxy singer herself, with an eye on wrecking a marriage for good.

  Cas was quickly released on bail pending possible charges.
Sindee was summoned to his hotel and I was smuggled out with her to act as bodyguard. She was hurt and angry but so was he. I have always been able to see how much he thought of her. The betrayal cut him apart. The fact that she would sleep with his so-called friends at the drop of a hat seemed to hurt him way more than the fact that his wife was about to learn of his infidelity. He deserved to be cheated on, she told him, running off to Honey the first chance he got.

  “So you screwed the first man you saw?” he said, almost tearing his hair out. “You threw away what we had been building? You let that dumb shit get inside you just like that?”

  “Men. I fucked the first men I saw. There were two of them. You want to fuck me over and play games with me then we will play.”

  She was shouting. She was confident because she knew he liked her more than she did him, and that gave her the upper hand. She didn’t want to lose the Big Prize but she knew he was addicted to her and would come back on whatever terms she offered. This man wanted her more than anyone and would have to pay for choosing to see his wife over her. He would have to learn the hard way that they were to always play by her rules. His jaw tensed. He was close to exploding. I saw the flash in his eyes and the fists clench. For one moment I thought she was going to become Punch Victim No3. I stepped between them to make sure that didn’t happen. I shook my head slowly, speaking calmly to him because I know how good she can be at enraging you.

  “Remember I’m a ninja,” I told him. His hands went to his head, squeezing it as if it might detonate at any moment.

  “She had a bleed! My wife thought she was losing the baby so I went to her. I stayed until I was sure things were all right and then I came back to you. To you!”