Backstage

by A. m Madden

  “Sorry, sweetie. I assumed you were.” She places her hands on my shoulders and moves her hips back and forth to stroke my length. Her eyes skim my face, focusing on my bruised lip.

  “Domestic disagreement?” she asks.

  “Mugged.”

  She lifts my shades and frowns. “Poor, baby. Does it hurt?”

  “It looks worse than it is.” She continues moving over me. I know the rules enough to know I can’t touch her. I look over her shoulder to see Kate flirting with Zane, his focus on her pussy as she dances before him. I’ve seen her dance many times for horny men who throw their bills at her feet. Seeing her dancing for him pisses me off. I’m not jealous, so why is this bothering me?

  The brunette takes hold of my chin, forcing my focus back on her. “I’m right here.”

  “Why did you think I was gay?” I ask as she turns so her ass is now rubbing my cock.

  “Aren’t you here with Zane?”

  What the fuck?

  “I’m not with Zane.”

  She turns back around, smiling as if my comment amuses her. “Okay, you’re not with Zane. In that case, do you need company later?”

  Just as I’m about to decline, Zane calls out, “Ginger, come show me some lovin’, girl.”

  She hops off my lap and says, “Bye, sweetie.” I watch her head for Zane and mimic what she just did to my cock. She leans into his ear, whatever she is saying to him causes him to grip her ass and hold her down over his crotch. She comes nose to nose with him as she continues to grind.

  Kate comes to stand before me. She doesn’t dance, instead choosing to stand still while her hands roam her body. I watch with interest from behind the privacy of my shades. Her hands tease and torment me. The effects of her own touch blushes her cheeks, causes her chest to rise with each breath, and swells my cock further into the boundaries of my jeans.

  My fucking cock is going to be the death of me. As my brain tells it to calm the fuck down, it mocks me by getting even harder.

  Zane and the brunette disappear. There are rooms in the back for private sessions, where most of these girls make their tips. Kate has taken me back there several times to either suck me off or fuck me after one of her erotic dances. No doubt that’s where Zane is at the moment. Frick and Frack have disappeared as well. I am most definitely up for a repeat performance of that night. Why should those pricks have all the fun?

  She moves on, makes an old dude’s night by bending in his face, and then joins me when the song ends. She sits on my lap, taking my beer and draining it.

  “Tired?”

  “No, I’m all worked up. Having you here watching me turns me on.” She wiggles on my lap and smiles one of her dazzling smiles. “You, too?”

  “Yeah, I’m worked up too.”

  “Ginger got your motor going?” Her question holds a touch of jealousy.

  “No, this thing you’re wearing did.” I focus on her tits, the lace fabric molding over them, her pink nipples hard as pebbles. I skim a fingertip over one, and she closes her eyes and moans.

  “Trey, I have a thirty minute break. Please put me out of my misery.”

  “Lead the way.”

  I follow her to the back just as Eric emerges from one of the rooms with the chick he got a lap dance from. Fuck me.

  “Hey, Kate,” he says with a smirk.

  “Hey,” she barely responds as she drags me down the hall.

  “Fuck.”

  “What’s wrong?”

  “That cocksucker is going to tell Zane. I didn’t want him knowing about us.”

  “So what if he knows?” she asks as she walks into the small room. “Besides, we aren’t doing anything but fucking. It’s not like we’re in a relationship or anything, right? That’s what I do, fuck.”

  I slam the door behind me and she flinches. “Does he know?”

  “He may, but I never said anything to him.”

  I fold my arms and wait for her to elaborate. She knows my body language, and she knows I’m pissed.

  “One of the girls said he was in the night I came to see you. He asked for me. She said I had the night off. She had no idea where I was. He kept asking questions about us, specifically you. Like if you come here a lot, or if I talk about you. I thought it was strange.” Kate moves toward me and places a hand on my chest. “Did I ruin your hard-on?” She moves her hand over my fly and frowns. “Fuck. I’m sorry.”

  I step away, no longer in the mood to be here.

  What’s that fucker up to? A sick feeling settles in the pit of my stomach. I may be fired before I even get started. I hate not having control of my life. I’ve never had control of my fucking life. I didn’t have it at home, and I don’t have it now. When will the day come when I’ll be able to do any fucking thing I’d like without worrying someone will find me, worrying someone will find out who I am, worrying someone will try to fuck me up. I’m getting that antsy feeling again. Most people worry. I wouldn’t say I worry. It’s more like I want to claw at my own skin, or fuck until my cock falls off. Those are the feelings I’m consumed with.

  “Trey, don’t let him ruin our fun.” She closes the distance between us, removing my shades. When she places her lips on my neck, I let her. After a few more kisses, I’m ready to mask the bad feelings. I’m ready to release my frustrations through a good fuck.

  “Take that thing off,” I demand.

  She smiles victoriously, peeling that lacy second skin off her hot little body. Without having to be told, she moves to the couch in the middle of the room and kneels on it facing the back wall. Three of the four walls and the ceiling are mirrored. From every angle, I watch as I release my frustrations the only way I know how.

  Since landing in this fucking town a few months ago, I’m finally in a comfortable state of mind. Physically I’m healed, I’m properly fucked, and I’m a rising rock star who is kicking ass in my new role. Mentally my brain is settled, my mind no longer plagued with memories, and I’m sharp as a fucking tack. My circle of friends is small and my circle of trust is even smaller. There are three people I trust, and even they don’t know all that has happened to me. All I have shared with Hank, Bob and Mel is that my dad was abusive, so I stole some cash and ran away.

  I continue to use Zane to keep me employed. I let him think I am a mindless Zane-wannabe. I’ve played with Top Shelf at every gig since the day he hired me. I attend the practices like an eager puppy wanting to play with a new toy. I have even partied with them when they are not performing. Zane parties hard and I’ve kept up at every turn. Lee and Eric have accepted me. We aren’t BFFs by any means, but they allow me to exist the way I need to. Ron is strung out and causing his own demise. I, for one, appreciate his help in ruining his goddamn life.

  My new life is going well. I’m a rock star on the rise with a following. I have girls throwing themselves at me daily. Kate is still my main fuck, but when she isn’t able to oblige, I have plenty who step in willingly. I live modestly. I haven’t purchased much except for my new black Fender bass, some new clothes, and a bunch of pairs of shades. I wear them every day. It’s the perfect barrier between every asshole that wants to get close to me.

  I’ve met other musicians and networked with some. Surprisingly, some heard about me and came to see me play. I can make my bass do things other bass player’s dream of. When I’m not performing or screwing a hot chick, I’m practicing. My best relationship is with my black, sexy as fuck Fender.

  Zane thinks it’s him they are coming to see. He blabs that he knew he would own this town someday. What-the-fuck-ever, he can think that all he wants. I know it’s not coincidence that their popularity increased once I joined their sorry group. They were good, but now we fucking rock. I’ve helped these fuckers become big fish in this little pond we control. He can take all the credit he wants. He has no clue the connections I’ve made. If another offer came my way, I’d leave him in a heartbeat and never look back. Some other musicians went as far as confiding the only reason they are in
the same room as Zane Zaslo is to see me play. He has no clue how many can’t stand him. More of his dumb as fuck genes playing a role. What an ass.

  Tonight we played at Amped for the first time, thanks to one of my new connections. It’s “THE” place to play in this town. I made Zane think it was Hank who got us this gig. The place was jammed and we delivered. Top Shelf was in top form. After our set, we stayed a while and celebrated. In between rounds of shots I worked the room, always in search of that perfect future opportunity.

  I’ve been told that on rare occasions some bigwigs in the music business will just show up to see who’s playing and scout them out. I couldn’t give a shit about that part. I’m not looking to become famous. I’m actually not comfortable with that possibility. I haven’t a clue what my goal is. Here I’m trying to become the best mother-fucking bass player around, but what for? Do I want fame? Do I want fortune? I have no fucking clue what I want.

  I thought I wanted to just disappear, exist invisibly, and do the two things that I love to do most…play and fuck. According to my original plans I’m there…so now what? On one hand, things are working out for me and I don’t want to ask for trouble. On the other, I’m bored. Even while sitting here in The Men’s Club at the ripe old age of eighteen with girls fawning over me and drinking the best booze money can buy, I’m still bored. It’s not with my choice of profession, because I love performing. It’s not my sex life, because I love fucking. I don’t even think its L.A., because there are endless new experiences for me to find. I can’t figure out what’s making me antsy.

  Kate walks out from the backstage area in a short silk robe. She already performed for the evening and now just needs to make herself accessible for lap dances and or private sessions. Mario, the owner of The Men’s Club, gives our crew certain liberties. He’s a good friend of Zane’s dad. Kate used the words, “real good friends.” We’ve become regulars and we spend a nice chunk in his establishment. So when a few of his girls hang around us longer than he usually allows, he turns a blind eye. As long as they rotate and his other customers are getting attention, he’s cool.

  Our entourage has grown. Besides the guys in Top Shelf, there are a few more dudes who always crash our parties. They tag along, shamelessly mooching off Zane. I wondered how he was able to afford partying as much as he does, also supplying the fun to so many of his groupies. Turns out, Zane comes from money, a lot of money, probably more than I come from. His parents have given him everything he ever wanted in life, and still do so. He’s a twenty-something year old spoiled brat.

  Kate smiles as she approaches and sits in an empty chair to my left. Zane watches her closely, even as Ginger sucks on his neck. She doesn’t seem to notice or could care less. He whispers something to her and they both head toward the back.

  “Before I work the room, any of you guys want some attention?” Kate asks the group, but focuses on me. “Trey, the usual?”

  “I don’t want to hog all your time,” I respond indifferently. I’d rather our trysts be kept private, not made public for all to see. She acts hurt, and comes to sit on my lap. “Come on, I could use the usual,” she says directly into my ear. “I have a surprise for you.” She traces the shell of my ear with her tongue before she fucks it. “Please?”

  “I don’t like surprises.”

  “You’ll love this one, I promise.” Her tongue travels across my jaw to my lips. She runs it along my top lip before dipping in to my mouth. Fuck, this girl knows how to get to me. The weight of her ass presses down on my crotch, instantly hardening my cock. “Ready?”

  “What do you think?”

  She smiles confidently and leads me to the biggest room in the back. Sitting on the couch in the center of the room is Vicki. She wears a matching robe to Kate’s and smiles seductively. Things just got interesting.

  Vicki is gorgeous. Her long black hair and mocha skin are a complete contrast to Kate’s fairness. Kate leads me to the couch. She moves to my right and Vicki moves to my left. Neither utters a word. Together, they remove my shades and then my shirt. While Kate kisses my mouth, Vicki licks at my nipple with slow, long strokes of her tongue. The combination of both their mouths on me pushes my cock painfully against the confines of my jeans.

  They both pull away from me to kiss each other. As they do, they remove their robes and explore each other with only their fingertips. Vicki pulls Kate’s nipple into her mouth, and Kate meets my eye. She smiles knowingly. This is fucking hot to watch. If my cock had a voice, he’d be screaming, “My turn! My Turn!”

  Kate finally takes the lead, pulling away from Vicki. She walks straight for me and commences kissing me in the same way she just did with Vicki. Vicki works to remove my jeans and everything else I’m still wearing. Once I’m naked, Kate pushes against my chest until I sit on the couch behind me. I lean my head back and enjoy every sensation that is coursing through me. Two pairs of lips and two sets of hands cover every inch of my body. Two mouths devour me, first in tandem, then simultaneously. One takes just my tip while the other licks down my length. I lose track of whose mouth is whose. It doesn’t matter. Both are warm, wet, and fucking driving me wild.

  Kate stands and pulls a condom from her robe that lies on the floor a few feet away. Vicki takes over, swallowing me whole. They are in sync with each other. Their roles are perfected without having to use any words. Vicki lifts her head for a moment so Kate can roll the condom on my cock. Once done, Kate straddles me. She waits a few seconds, staring into my eyes. There’s only sadness in hers. They aren’t vibrant or alive like they usually are. Her lips mold over mine as she slides over my iron cock. Kate fucks me slow while Vicki pays attention to my balls with her mouth and her hands.

  The part of me that needs control itches to flip Kate over and drive into her fast and hard. I fight the urge, instead reveling in what they are doing to me. I submit to their efforts and let them control my good time. I lose myself in one of the best fuck experiences I’ve ever had.

  We’re off tonight. Of course, I head for Hank’s. I can hear the noise out on the street before I get to the front door. There’s a new band playing there tonight. Hank has been recruiting new talent. He says that he needs more variety. He’s also hired a full time stock boy and a few more waitresses. They wear custom shirts he had printed up. The man has suddenly taken a course in Marketing-Yourself-101. Mel’s been helping him.

  I adjust my eyes to the dark. Bob sits at the bar next to Mel. I can tell by the look on Hank’s face they are both bothering him. The bar has an older crowd tonight. Three seconds later I easily figure out why. The band on stage is playing a classic rock cover song, and they are all singing along like a bunch of fucking dorks.

  Mel waves me over. I take the empty stool beside her.

  “Who are the clowns?”

  “What?” Mel shouts back.

  “Nothing!” I shout back.

  It’s annoying to try and speak over all this noise. Mel and Bob continue with their conversation beside me as I just sit and watch this comedy show that I’m witnessing. These guys have to be in their mid-fifties. One dude looks dangerously close to what I’ll look like in thirty years. Note to self…lose the rock star look before it looks ridiculous. It feels like an eternity before these clowns take a break.

  “Geriatric night tonight?” I yell over the bar noise.

  My three older friends all flip me off at the same time.

  “Did you guys practice that?” I reach over and snatch a beer from Hank’s tray. “Seriously, what’s with all the baby-boomers?”

  “Trying new things. Tuesdays are usually our slow night. Look at this place, it’s hoppin’.”

  “Thanks to me,” Mel says smugly. “My idea.”

  I lean closer and tease, “I wouldn’t advertise that.”

  She punches my arm in response.

  The band takes their break at the bar, ordering shots and beers. Hank introduces me to them, and by the time he gets to the fifth guy I already forget each name. I
sit bored to death as they all chat like they’ve been friends for a lifetime. Deciding that I need to get out of here, they barely notice when I walk away. Just as I’m about to slip out the door, Kate comes in.

  “What are you doing here? Aren’t you working tonight?”

  “I switched my night off. Can I talk to you?”

  It’s only then that I notice she’s not her normal, bubbly self.

  “Yeah, where?”

  “Can we go to your place?”

  I can’t imagine what she wants. A myriad of scenarios run through my head. She hasn’t been herself. Even after our threesome with Vicki, she was quiet and moody. Normally, Kate would be bragging how she once again rocked my world. She gets off on it. She considers it a personal goal to keep pushing my sexual envelope.

  I lead her across the street to my building. As we climb the stairs in silence, she chews on her bottom lip distractedly. Once inside, I grab us each a beer and take a seat on the futon. She sits beside me, taking the beer from my hand. Her gaze is fixed on the floor, and the only sound coming from either of us is our breathing.

  I am tempted to move things along. I want to prod her to explain what the fuck this is about. The longer she takes to speak, the angrier I get. Whatever it is causing her to act this way, can’t be good.

  Kate lets out a heavy sigh. When she shifts to face me, I can see her eyes fill with unshed tears. “Trey, I had no idea I was going to feel this way about you. Why would I fall for you? You’re nothing but a prick. But...”

  “Kate, I already told you I am not interested in…”

  “I know,” she interrupts. “It’s not that. Please let me finish.” She gulps down a huge breath and starts again. “You know that I want to be an actress more than anything. If it doesn’t happen for me, I’ll be devastated. Before you arrived, I auditioned for so many roles and got nothing. I started to get discouraged.”

  She stops and starts gnawing on her lip again. My brain is now screaming for her to get to the fucking point. I drain my beer and use my empty bottle as an excuse to get away from her. I can feel her gaze on my back as I go to grab another. I’m losing this battle in my head to wait her out. If she doesn’t start spilling it soon, I’m going to fucking lose it. When I turn to face her, I pin her with my glare, willing her to speak. She cowers from the venomous look I give her.