Chapter Two
Tristan
I always loved being on stage. I loved it since I was a kid and did my first talent show—I was six. For me, the applause and, in the old days, the adoration, is like a drug that gives me instant energy. I can’t imagine that a time will ever come when I don’t want to be up there. When I was younger, I used to imagine myself being like Paul McCartney when I got old. I thought I’d be touring at seventy-fucking-five, and maybe I would be….if I lived that long. That seemed doubtful though. I was twenty-eight and I already felt like a fucking old man when I got up in the morning or after a long set on stage. My agent was always on my back, telling me I was wasting my life partying, but I tried it the “good-boy” way and the second that fucking boy band broke up, nobody remembered my name, so fuck that.
“Hey, Trist, I sat your case over by the back door. I have to take off,” Brad, my drummer told me.
“Yeah, okay, thanks. Where are you off to?”
“The wife just called and said the kids are staying out in Anaheim tonight with the grandparents. I haven’t had sex in two weeks. I’m going home to fuck my wife.”
I laughed. Brad was a good guy who had changed his evil ways for the love of a good woman. She still let him play with us, but I had to wonder for how long. She hated my ass. She thought that I was evil personified.
“Yeah, I’m gonna get out of here too. I’m gonna grab another drink first,” I told him, scanning the audience. This place was a dump, and if it wasn’t evident in the twenty year old fixtures, the stage that tipped to one side, or the scuffed up Formica dance floor, it was definitely evident in the faces of the lost souls desperate enough to come to a place like this to see a washed-up piece of shit band like ours.
I picked up my guitar and headed towards the back. I put it in its case and then stepped out back and put it in the van we carried our equipment in. As I went back in the door, I saw Billy. He was the one who stayed semi-sober and drove the rest of us shit-heads around.
“Hey, Bill. Everything’s good to go in the van,” I told him.
“You’re not gonna need a ride, man?”
“Nah, I’ll get a cab or something.”
“You got anything lined up for tonight?” he asked me.
“Not yet, but you know me.”
“Fuck yeah,” he said, giving me a fist bump. Billy was one of the few who still remembered when I was music royalty and still treated me that way. It was cool, most of the time. Tonight, I wasn’t in the mood for him. I planned on getting my drink and grabbing a cab just to escape his endless chatter.
He took off at last and as I walked back across the bar, I spotted a few skanky looking chicks that I was sure I could at least get a blow-job out of before the night was over. I didn’t see any pussy I’d be likely to touch, not even with a good buzz and a raincoat on my dick—not until I was almost to the door. There wasn’t a sexy, young, actually clean looking girl sitting in the back all alone. She had to be waiting for some big, buff son of a bitch at the bar, I’m sure, but she was looking at me with a pair of wide, blue eyes. My radar is usually pretty damn good, and she was looking at this Uptown Boy like she wanted to fuck him. I figured I had just found my entertainment for the evening. I strolled up to her table and, for a few seconds, I thought she was going to rabbit.
“Hey there, I’ve never seen your pretty face in here before.” She actually blushed. I seriously couldn’t recall the last time I saw that happen.
“Hi, I’m Elly. I’m a really big fan of yours,” she said.
I looked around over my shoulder and said, “A fan? Of mine?” I was trying to be funny, but truth be told, it had been a while since I’d heard those words, especially from a pretty girl.
She giggled and said, “Yeah, when I was a kid, Uptown Boyz was all I lived for some days. I had a huge crush on you.”
It was my lucky day. Stepping closer to where she sat on the high stool, I slipped an arm around her. Damn! She smelled good. I was used to girls who smelled like smoke and whiskey—or something worse.
In what I thought was my sexiest voice I said, “So, what about now?”
“I’m sorry?” she said, looking just a little nervous about my arm being around her.
“I was just wondering about that crush. Are you still feeling it?”
She giggled again, and said, “Maybe, but before we talk about that, I really need to use the restroom.”
She slipped out from underneath my arm and I watched her fine designer jean clad ass disappear into the ladies’ room. I reached into my pocket and took out the little glass vial I’d stored there earlier. I didn’t even care if anyone saw me. Nobody in this shithole was going to care. I took the lid off and used the little spoon to snort what was left. That was the kick I needed to follow that hot girl into the bathroom.
She was washing her hands when I walked in. I locked the door behind me and when she heard the click of the lock, she looked up at me, shocked. I wondered if she was going to scream, or knee me in the crotch so for a few seconds, I kept an arm’s length away. She didn’t scream though and she didn’t really even look all that pissed.
“What are you doing in here?” she asked. I didn’t say anything. I just stepped forward and put my hand on the back of her head, pulling her in for a passionate kiss.
The most surprising moment of the night was the contented sigh she let out as she kissed me back. When I was famous, I routinely had girls like this. It lasted for a while after the band broke up, but not long. Once my name faded from the supermarket rags and I ran out of money, girls like Elly didn’t want anything to do with me.
The little sounds she was making as we kissed made my cock swell and press urgently against the inside of my pants. My tongue was exploring her hot mouth and my hands started sliding down over the sexy curves of her body. Instead of pulling away, she leaned into it, submitting to my quiet dominance.
I felt a primal desire for this woman. It came from a place inside of me that I hardly knew existed any longer. I stopped our tongue wrestling long enough to slip her blouse off over her head. She looked a little shy about it, but she still didn’t make any move to stop me. She looked fucking hot standing there in front of the rusty sink in her red lacy bra.
I unbuttoned her jeans and she leaned back against the sink and helped me by moving her hips and lifting up her legs as I pulled them down over her smooth thighs. When I made it down to her calves, she kicked out of them and then shivered. I’m not sure if she was cold because of standing there in her sexy red underwear or if she was just still a little nervous, but it was fucking sexy either way. She stood there calmly as I took off my own pants and boxers gazing intently at my cock when it popped out, ready to give her the ride of her life. I ripped my shirt over my head.
I used my foot to kick our clothes together in a pile and then I pushed her gently down to her knees. She looked up at me and I smiled at her. I think that made her feel less nervous because she opened her mouth. I leaned back into the wall and she grasped the shaft of my throbbing cock in her dainty little hand and began flicking the tip of it with her tongue. She was stroking it with her hand as her tongue ran circles around the head and down the shaft. I tilted my head back into the wall, loving it; suddenly she opened her mouth all the way and took my cock into the back of her throat. She was gripping my thighs with her hands, nails digging in, as she bobbed her head back and forth. Each time she sucked my cock between her sexy, full lips, she’d let it slide deep into her hot, moist mouth, gripping it tightly with her suction until my balls hit her chin. She’d hold it there until she gagged on it and then she’d pull her head back again and start the whole thing over.
I was in fucking heaven.
This girl looked so sweet and innocent that I may have even believed her if she’d told me she was a virgin. It was mind blowing to be getting the best fucking blowjob I’d ever had while looking down into that sweet, innocent face at the same time. It was all I could do to keep from shooting my load right then and there. I wrapped my fingers up in her long dark hair and I used it to guide her head as I fucked her mouth. I was so excited, I wasn’t even trying to be gentle; I was shoving my cock in and out of her heart-shaped, red lips fast and hard, watching her as she took every inch of it in, gagging on it a little, but not fighting it. I could feel myself on the verge. I wasn’t ready to cum yet though—I wanted more.
I pulled her head back again until my cock slipped out of her mouth. Then I pulled her up to her feet. She put her hands out and pressed against my chest for a few moments for support. Her hands were cold and they felt good on my hot, sweaty body. I gave her a second to get her balance and then I pulled her in against my chest. She still had on that lacy little bra and the feeling of her nipples pressing through the lace, rubbing against my chest was driving me crazy. I pulled her face up to mine for another long, hot kiss, then I turned her around so that she was facing the wall.
She made a shocked sound when her body made contact with the cold cement. I picked up her hands and held them up against the wall above her head with one hand. She didn’t complain, and she even arched her back a little so her sweet ass was away from the wall and in position. I brushed the fingers of my free hand just lightly across her pussy as I pushed her panties down off her hips, they were soaked and I felt her shudder as my fingers grazed her lips lightly. She was more than ready for me.
The only coherent words she uttered since I walked into the bathroom were, “Can you use a condom, please?”
I didn’t answer her, but as I slid her panties to the floor, I reached into the pocket of my jeans and pulled one out. I tore it open and slipped it on with one hand as soon as I stood back up. Then, I slightly bent at the knees so the head of my dick was just touching her pussy lips. It would have felt better bareback, but if a Trojan was what it was going to take to fuck this girl, then so be it.
I circled my dick around a few times, just reveling in the feel of her slick, warm juices oozing out along the head and down the shaft. When I couldn’t stand it any longer, I pressed against her entrance and pushed up, penetrating her with one long, quick thrust.
She cried out, a sexy little cry that made me even hotter. I groaned and pressed my chest into her back just staying buried inside of her tight pussy for a few seconds; even with the wrapper on, the pressure and warmth of her pussy walls was fucking awesome. Both of us were breathing hard. I was panting, trying to get my body under control and not cum the second I had my cock inside of her.
She pushed back into me and started wiggling from side to side. I felt her tense the walls of her pussy and grip me even tighter, and it was my turn to cry out. I dropped my hands to her hips and tried to slow her down. She didn’t know how dangerously close to the edge she was driving me.
It didn’t slow her down though, she was pumping my cock in and out with the motion of her hips and after a few seconds of that, I was past the point of any resistance. I got a tighter grip on her and began to plunge in and out of her with urgency.
I was ready to cum now; it was an almost painful need at this point.
My thrusts became rough and hard; each time I thrust up inside of her, I hit bottom and she would cry out. She was getting loud, almost screaming. She seemed to have forgotten where we were, or she just didn’t give a fuck like me. She was locked into the passion and I could feel her muscles tensing up, signaling that she was ready to cum too.
“Fuck!” she yelled as she came, allowing me to feel her warm juices spill.
I circled around a few times with my hips, making sure that she enjoyed that orgasm to the last drop. When her body relaxed at last, I could feel her legs shake against mine as I picked up the tempo once more. My balls were so tight they were screaming out in pain; all it took was three more good, hard thrusts and I felt my cock swell up inside of her. Every muscle in my body went tense and I shot out so much cum, I was like a fucking virgin with a Playboy. I wasn’t even sure if the condom was able to contain it all; I doubted it.
When I finished milking it all out at last, I had to put my hands out against the cement wall and rest my body up against hers to keep from buckling at the knees. Our bodies were slick together with sweat and I wasn’t sure if it was her trembling, or me. It didn’t matter, other than the desperate pull of our lungs as we tried to suck in enough air, neither of us were able to move for what seemed like a really long time.