by B. J. Hardy
“Oh my god!” Several of the girls screamed, and then all of us did.
When the lights dimmed again, we all became silent. They burst on in perfect timing for the explosive start of their biggest hit, ‘Taming the Shrew.’ Lara had mentioned before that she thought that this song may be about her favorite kink; BDSM. I hadn’t agreed with her at all, but then I definitely got the impression that she was right. Especially when Denny picked up a whip and began to crack it in sync with the short drum solo in the middle of the song. It kind of blew my mind, but it also soaked my panties. I don’t know how many times I came during that second set. All I knew was that I needed to be fucked in the worst way. It was as though the band was directly wired to my pussy, and it exploded with their command.
They played their whole album, and then Denny announced that they were going to play a song off their soon to be released second album. The crowd roared with delight, and then all of our minds were completely blown. The song they played was titled ‘Thigh Heaven.’ It was even better than any off their first album, and it left me as a quivering blob of cum.
“Our second album will be released in early May, coinciding with tickets going on sale for our very first world tour!”
Everyone erupted with cheers.
“Don’t worry, we will be playing the Bay Area again to close out the tour. Yeah, we are saving the best for last, people!” Denny yelled.
The audience was in a frenzy by then.
“We belong to you Oakland, San Fran, Tri-Valley and the whole Bay Area! Thank you! We fucking LOVE you all! Good night!”
The band exited to the stage rear, and I almost panicked. I wanted to run after them. Goddamn I was in love with all of them by that time. Especially D.D.!
The stage manager came up to us again. “Ladies, please follow me.”
He took us to a room behind the stage where a buffet was set up with caterers ready to serve.
“Please make yourselves comfortable. Help yourselves to anything and everything. The band will join you in just a bit.”
Lara looked at me with wide eyes. “Pinch me again! This can’t be real!”
So I pinched her, and she giggled as a response. I was also kind of in a mind-numbed state, so I told her to pinch me back. Then I knew I wasn’t dreaming.
“Did you come? I sure did.” She said as we went to get some of the great smelling food.
I laughed and motioned to the wet spot that had soaked my crotch.
“Fuck, they are brilliant!” She gushed.
“Best I’ve ever seen or heard.” I agreed.
The food was outrageously good and just as we finished, the band entered the room, well most of them anyhow. D.D. wasn’t with them and I was totally bummed out. This didn’t last long though as Denny, Kyle, and Jason more than made up for it. They were so cool! Even though there were drinks available for the ladies, none of the guys partook of the libations. Neither Lara or I did either, as we weren’t big drinkers to start with. That and we didn’t want to come off as damned lushes in front of these amazing men. Several of the girls were drinking quite a bit though. When some of them became a bit obnoxious, flashing the band, the guys quietly invited those of us who weren’t out-of-control to hang out with them at their hotel. It was an obvious invitation to have sex with them, and since Jason had personally invited me, I wasn’t about to refuse. This was beyond my wildest fantasy. The band left, and then their manager quietly told those who were invited to follow him. The obnoxious sluts were left to party in the room. There were some stagehands there who started making moves on the drunk girls, and I saw the pecking order plainly enough. Lara and I, along with four other girls, were given the opportunity of a life time; to fuck the band.
We were taken to a stretch limo waiting out back in an alley, and inside Alulim, minus D.D., were inside.
As we drove to the hotel, I had to ask Jason, “What’s with D.D.’s secrecy and shit?”
He shrugged.
Denny answered, “He has his reasons.”
I could only nod in acknowledgement.
At the hotel Denny chose three of the girls to go with him, while Kyle picked Lara and the remaining girl to go have fun for the night. Jason took my hand and led me to his room alone. Once inside he offered me a drink.
I refused, but asked, “How come you guys don’t drink?”
“It’s in our contract. No booze and no drugs, or we are fired.”
“Fired? By who?”
“D.D. It’s his group. He writes all the songs, and he handpicked each one of us. He has a plan, a good one, and it’s working!”
“I guess women aren’t prohibited then?” I asked as he pulled me close for a kiss.
“Hell no!” He smiled and then grabbed my ass as we joined our lips and tongues in a sensuous dance of heady desire.
My hands were all over him. When I reached down between his legs, I found what I was looking for. Jason’s cock was good and hard, and it was fairly large feeling too. He had medium length blonde hair, and his body was nice and muscled too. I liked that. He was handsome, but not like D.D. seemed to be. Still he was far more than I’d been hoping for to complete the night. I broke from his kiss and knelt before him. His leather pants weren’t the easiest to undo, but I soon had his stiff cock in my hand, and then in my mouth. I came just from the excitement of sucking him. This was Jason fucking Hoff of my favorite band in the world, and I was stuffing his cock down my throat. He sure seemed to like that too and began to pump my mouth.
“Oh fuck, Cassie! Goddamn you are fucking hot!”
I couldn’t tell him that I thought he was too, because I was gaging on his thick penis at the moment. I think he got the gist though.
After a little while more of my cock sucking, he pulled out and led me over to the bed. He roughly yanked my jeans and panties down around my ankles and then bent me over. I was a bit disappointed that he didn’t eat me out, but when he slid his dick into me, I knew I would be satisfied. I was glad that he put a condom on first though. That was thoughtful of him. He started fucking me nice and slow, until his cock was well lubed by my juices, and then he started to bang me good and hard. He grabbed my shoulder length hair, bundling it up, and then he pulled it taught as he rammed his dick home, again, and again.
“Fuck woman! I like fucking you!”
“Fuck me baby! I love it!”
I started coming in waves, especially as I remembered the pussy melting music they’d played just an hour earlier. He reached around to rub my clit with his free hand.
“Oh shit yeah!” he growled. “You are so fucking wet, Cassie! Come for me again!”
Then he really went wild pounding me as if my pussy were the gate way to paradise and he had to bust it down to gain entrance.
I had no idea that sex could be so damned good. I was delirious with delight!
Jason fucked me for a nice long time and when he said he was going to come I spun around and peeled the condom off his penis. I had watched enough porn to know that guys liked to come in a girl’s mouth. I took his tip in my mouth and jacked his cock off nice and fast. He moaned like crazy as he shot his semen into my lips. Fuck, he came a lot. I swallowed it all and looked up into Jason fucking Hoff’s eyes with a smile.
“Goddamn that was intense!” He heaved with breaths.
I could only giggle.
He pulled me up onto the bed again, but on my back, and then he removed my shoes, pants, and panties from my ankles. I thought we might cuddle some after that, but he reached for another condom and put it on his still raging hard cock. With that he spread my legs and slid his dick back into my sopping wet pussy. I sure didn’t mind.
Jason was one horny mother fucker, and we fucked nearly until dawn. Then he told me that the limo would drive me home and he helped me get dressed.
“That was really nice.” I told him.
“Give me your number. I want more.” He demanded.
I eagerly complied. “Here.”
Then he kis
sed me goodbye and closed the door after me.
Lara and the other girls were waiting in the limo when I got in.
“It’s about time.” One of them complained.
“Oh shush!” Lara scolded her.
“It most certainly was.” I sighed.
Lara nodded laughing and then the other girls joined in. I was still numb from the great sex with Jason, and we all gushed about what an epic night it had been. It was one I will fondly remember for the rest of my life. Little did I know that it was nothing compared to what lay ahead. GODDAMN I FUCKING LOVE ROCK AND ROLL!
Chapter 8
-Maestro-
I had a few moments of rare free time that I coveted. I didn’t dare waste them with laziness though. Instead I practiced my martial arts in the mornings, and for the couple of free days I went flying in the afternoons. I owned several aircraft, all of which I loved soaring in, but my favorite by far was the nineteen sixty-seven Folland Gnat I owned. This was a former military jet, a tiny one but also a nearly supersonic aircraft. It was unbelievably maneuverable, and fast as well, but best of all it was a two-seater. I did have a hard time convincing anyone to go up with me though. If I’d made an effort to make more friends it probably wouldn’t have been such a difficult proposition, but then again that wasn’t going to happen, at least not any time soon. I often invited my mechanic, Jimmy, up with me and he would oblige much of the time. That day he preferred to stay on the ground though. It was absolute ecstasy streaking through the sky, which made my afternoon literally fly by. It wasn’t the cheapest of hobbies by any means. The maintenance on the damn thing cost me a ton, not to mention the storage hangar I rented at the airport. Fuel was a drop in the bucket compared to these costs. My other planes were a vintage Lockheed P-38 Lightning, a brand-new twin-engine Beech Craft Baron G-58, and a Cessna Citation Mustang personal jet liner. These cost me a fortune to own and maintain. It was worth every penny though as I loved flying. Of all the disciplines that I practiced it was the one where freedom was the most visibly realized from the hard-earned effort.
This was another passion that I found which fulfilled me. Anything to do with flying and I was interested, well for the most part. Hot air balloons held absolutely no interest for me. I had such a fascination with flying that I was even heavily into remote control model aircraft. So much that I had nearly a hundred of the bastards. Hell, I even had a runway for them built in my large back yard, which was about two and a half acres. This was also an expensive hobby, and between the two I’d realized that I would need more than just what my previous investments would provide. It was a simple enough matter. I still had my main contacts from years ago.
As I jetted across the open expanse of the Pacific, I thought of Cassie and this inspired me. I hadn’t composed a symphony in a while and the urge to do so came on like gangbusters. The way she made me feel when I looked at her gorgeous face and into her fiery eyes had to be expressed, and music was the only vehicle worthy of this. After I had landed and put the Gnat up for the day, I invited my mechanic to go grab some dinner with me at nearby steak house. The closest one was the Black Angus in San Lorenzo, but Jimmy didn’t want to go that far in the opposite direction from his home. So, we settled instead for burgers at the A&W close to the airport. He bought a newspaper as we went in and while we were eating my eyes were drawn to a picture on the front of the entertainment section. There was Cassie being led into a hotel by that damned drummer! I knew what that meant. There was no fucking doubt. It made me feel… like I was mortally wounded! My heart ached as if it were stabbed with a knife.
Jimmy saw my demeanor change. “Are you alright Ricardo?”
I sighed. “Yeah. I’m fine. Just disappointed is all.”
“In what? Did I do something?”
“No, not at all. Just in life… again.”
“I know the feeling.” He mused.
He did, I knew it. Poor bastard had just gone through a nasty divorce. The pain wasn’t the worst I’d ever felt by a long shot, but it still stung like fuck.
We finished our burgers and I bid him a pleasant evening. Once home I was still frustrated, so I went to fly one of my RC planes in my back yard. I was so flustered that I crashed the mother fucker. Fortunately, it was one of my less expensive models.
‘Better this one than the real deal.’ I thought as I cleaned up the wreckage.
That was when I heard the opening melody to the symphony in my mind. It was good, so I went to write it down. I stayed up for the rest of the night working on the first movement. When I played it as a complete solo piece on my grand piano, I knew that I had something. Cassie had inspired me, and not at all in a bad way. Yeah, it still hurt but I knew exactly how to deal with heartache.
Over the next few days, I kept working on the symphony with any spare time. A clear theme had emerged which came about as I thought about her beauty, her vibrant spirit, and her name. By the time I had the second movement about halfway done, I knew exactly where I was going with it. An ancient myth led the way and it seemed to almost duplicate the present. I had initially been motivated for the best of reasons, but now it seemed as though I needed to craft this piece to save my own heart and my sanity. When that thought became clear to me, I knew that she had gotten to me beyond any hope of reconciliation.
By the time I saw her again, I had completed the rough draft for the first three movements. It’s funny how art imitates life, but even stranger when the reverse is true. I knew that I had to give her a gift, so I made the arrangements. It was the law… the law of imitation. I knew she would relish what I had done for her. It was soon time to present the gift, but first I had a class lesson to present.
“Let’s have some fun today, shall we?” I started. “Since I know you are all going bat-shit crazy studying for your mid-terms in your other classes, I figured to give you a break today. Now aren’t you glad that I don’t give mid-terms?”
“Hell yeah!” Lara piped up.
Most of them nodded.
“Okay then, alright. Let’s try to stir up that love of music that I know you all have. I want you to choose a piece of classical music by consensus, and we’ll see if we can modernize it to our tastes.”
“Any restrictions on the classical piece?” Jerry asked.
“Something arraigned for piano, since that is what we will be playing today.”
“We?” Cassie asked with a frown.
“Yes. Thank you for volunteering.” I chuckled.
That caused her brows to furl.
“Chopin, Polonaise Ab major, opus fifty-three.” Vicky suggested.
“Nice! That will be perfect.” I nodded.
“I thought this was going to be by consensus.” Jerry complained.
“It is. I consent.” I grinned at him.
“I second the motion.” Elan added.
“Excellent choice. There it is then. Now first I’ll play it solo and pay attention to the harmony as we will be looking for either a counter point to compose and add, or a consonance or dissonance companion, perhaps even all three.”
“No way!” Coby gasped.
“Yes way.” I made sure.
With that I got the sheet music, sat at the wall piano, and began the piece. The room fell silent with the exception of several muted gasps near the beginning. When I finished, Vicky initiated applause and everyone joined in.
“Oh please. There’s no need for that. We are just having some fun here, it’s not a performance.” I motioned to try to settle down them down, but they really seemed to enjoy the piece, so I let them show their appreciation and then even did a half-assed bow.
“You are amazing, Professor!” Coby intoned.
Jerry even joined in, “That was brilliant.”
“Thank you, but let’s get back to the fun. Now here is a copy of the sheet music. Each of you try to come up with an addition as I said earlier.”
They all began to analyze the composition, just as I had taught. It made me glad that I had chosen to pass a
long my knowledge. This is what it was all about. Then it wouldn’t really matter if I died in my plane on the next flight, or in a car wreck on the way home. Some of my hard-earned understanding would live on in them. That was the legacy I really wanted for myself.
I gave them just more than half an hour to come up with their composition additions, and then I looked them over one by one. Most everyone had composed consonant companions, the majority being perfect and one octave higher or lower than the original. Lara and Coby had come up with companion melodies that were somewhat consonant being minor or major third, or sixth intervals. Of course, I could hear the music they had written even without it being played. Coby’s seemed the most interesting as he included a nice syncopation rhythm with his. Then I saw Cassie’s and hers was truly in a league of its own. She had gone the route of building a dissonance with tritone augmented fourths and diminished fifth intervals first departing from the base harmony with a clever toying in somewhat consonant major thirds. She expertly built a disconcerting companion that I knew would invoke a feeling of troublesome tension. Then she toyed with minor seventh and major sixth intervals as if resolution might be on the horizon, only to boldly delve into the tension again. She finally brought it back to major third and minor third intervals quickly, and to a wonderfully insightful consonance and resolution with a few bold strokes. Her dissonant companion had a nice quirky syncopation with the original to it as well, and while I could easily see where it could be improved, I liked it. She was thinking outside of the box.
“Let’s try a few of these, shall we? Cassie please join me.” I took a seat at the piano again and motioned to the bench beside me. “I’ll keep my hands higher so you can cross under them when needed.”
When she was seated, I instructed her to play the companion pieces while I played the original composition. We started off with the easy totally consonant pieces and it was rather boring. None of them improved on the original in the slightest, as I knew they wouldn’t. They were just unnecessary noise that distracted from the original. Then when we got to Coby’s, everyone liked it and remarked how it did change the whole feeling of the piece and in a good way.