Sons of Mayhem 3: The Full Force

by Pink, Nikki

  “Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Shit-fuck, shit-fuck, shit-fuck.” Chad span around and walked back into his room, slamming the door behind him as he did so.

  “That was fun,” said Lonnie.

  I nodded at him and gave him a grin.

  “I’m beat.”

  “Me too. Let’s go to bed.”

  That was a nice feeling, the assumption that we’d be going to bed together. No umming and ahhing about which room we’d each be sleeping in. We were together. At least for now.

  Before I could respond he reached down and grabbed me around my thighs, swinging me up into the air and depositing me on his shoulder. His right arm was wrapped around my legs.

  “Hey!” I said.

  He used his left hand to give me a firm smack on the ass. It stung at first then faded to a pleasant burning as he marched down the hallway toward our room, me bouncing on his shoulder as he did so.

  “No complaining,” he ordered.

  “Bu--” I started and got just the response I wanted. Another smack on my pleasantly glowing ass.

  A moment later we were in the room and he deposited me onto the floor where I found myself on my hands and knees.

  I started to rise but he looked down at me with a wicked look in his eyes and pushed my two shoulders down firmly to make me stay there. I looked up at him and licked my lips, slowly. So this is how it was going to be, huh?

  He maintained eye contact with me as his hands left my shoulders and went to his belt and pants, quickly undoing them. They dropped to his ankles revealing his semi-hard cock in front of my eyes.

  I wanted it. I wanted him. I wanted all of him. I cupped his balls for a moment, rolling them gently in my hand and then took his cock in my hand. I looked into his eyes as I pressed my damp lips against him, slowly parting them as I took him into my mouth.

  As my lips slid down him to the base I could feel the blood rushing into him. My left hand cupped his balls and my right hand went around to squeeze his buttocks where I felt the steel muscles underneath the soft smooth rounded flesh that covered them.

  Having a man grow in your mouth is really something, isn’t it? The knowledge that you’re doing that to him, you’re the one turning him on, you’re the one causing his turgid member to fill frantically as he moans above you, fingers grabbing at your hair to stop you from trying to escape him.

  I dug my nails into his ass with both hands as I began to slide my mouth up and down him, his hands in my hair controlling my speed. As I knelt on the floor in front of him, taking him completely in my mouth I realized I’d truly given myself to him. I was no longer Ava, the tough independent woman. I was Ava, Lonnie’s girl.

  “Fuck, that feels good.”

  Faster and faster he slipped in and out of my mouth.

  “I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum in your mouth.”

  I was flushed with desire of my own but right then I wanted, more than anything, to please him. He would cum in my mouth and I would swallow it down, all of it, greedily. I knew now he would look after me, and I needed to look after him too. This was just one of the ways I’d do that.

  When he finished he let out a guttural moan, arched his back and yanked at my hair to keep himself fully inside me. He spurted inside my mouth and the knowledge that I had done that to him; it was me that had made this beautiful hard man cum turned me on.

  He held me tight against him as I swallowed down his release. Once upon a time that wasn’t my thing, it grossed me out. But with him, this man I felt such an intense desire for, it felt so right, so natural. I let him fill me up and then gently rolled my tongue around his twitching cock as it slowly lost some of its hardness.

  The man above me, my man, let out a long sigh of release.

  “Holy fuck that was good. Let’s get you to bed.”

  37

  Lonnie

  Well shit, if that wasn’t one of the best damn nights of my life. She’s a real firecracker that one. A bit fucked up -- aren’t we all -- but goddamn.

  “What’s wrong with you?” Jase said when he saw me in the lobby. “Why are you grinning like that?”

  “I’m not grinning. I’m just my normal cheerful self.”

  Jase shook his head and laughed. “You ain’t normally cheerful.”

  I was normally cheerful, wasn’t I?

  “Fuck you, Prez. You seen Chad this morning?”

  “No. I heard him shouting last night though. You been fucking with him?”

  I laughed. “Nah. He fucked himself. Si isn’t coming back. Gone into rehab with the red-haired chick, Ava’s sister.”

  “No? That sucks. They did the last couple of shows without him though. Is that all he’s worried about?”

  I grinned, remembering the little twat’s reaction last night. “Nah. Apparently there’s going to be another show. A big one. On Saturday. Some surprise bullshit.”

  “Oh? Thanks very fucking much for letting us know, right?”

  I nodded. “Right. Silly twat. Anyway, he was going to have Si make some triumphant return. Now he’s given it the kibosh and Chad is screwed.”

  Jase laughed. “Serves him right.” I saw Jase’s eyes flick across the lobby. “Oh look. They seem to be getting on.”

  My eyes followed. Ava and Nicole were getting out of the elevator together, the crossbred puppy following right behind the Prez’s ole’ lady. They were laughing and chatting like old friends. That was good. Very good.

  Ava arrived and slipped her arm under mine. Nicole did the same to Jase.

  “Chad says meeting in his room in five minutes. The band’s already there. He wants you two as well,” said Nicole.

  “Unfortunately he doesn’t seem quite so pissed anymore,” said Ava.

  “Yeah. He was grinning like an idiot,” Nicole added.

  “Shit,” I said, shaking my head. I reached into my pocket and grabbed my wallet, pulling out a fifty. “Here, why don’t you two go get yourselves some breakfast and grab something for us too. We’ll go see what dickface is up to.”

  Ava looked at the outstretched bill for a moment, a conflicted look on her face, before finally taking it. I was glad she realized we were together now, a team. She could buy me breakfast next time. I couldn’t be dealing with any of that arguing over who’s paying for stuff crap right then.

  We both kissed our respective women on their lips before hustling them on their way.

  “Remember, two sausage egg muffins for me, and three hash browns,” said Jase to Nicole.

  “I know,” said Nicole with a laugh.

  Ava raised her eyebrows at me.

  “Yeah, that’ll do me too,” I said.

  Now it was time to see what bullshit Chad had cooked up for us to deal with next.

  38

  Lonnie

  He was already in full flight when we entered the room. He was waving an iPad in the air, occasionally jabbing at it with his finger.

  “Check it out!” He pulled up Twitter. “Dozens of tweets a minute. This shit is going off.” He switched to Facebook showing an event scheduled for Saturday. “Look at this, hundreds of likes every few seconds.” He switched to the web and pulled up several music and celebrity websites, one after the other. Each one featured the Full Force as their two top stories.

  “Your boy Si, that little sacrificial lamb, has done you all a massive favor. And he’s going to earn us all a lot of fucking money. The web is exploding with ‘Force news. The fight last night, and now, the massive free concert we’re putting on.”

  “We need Si for the concert though,” said Neal.

  “We ain’t havin’ any fuckin’ more fuckin’ shithouse fuckin’ session fuckin’ musicians,” said Rabbie, shaking his red locks as he pronounced his opinion. He certainly hadn’t lost his way with words.

  Johnny Tranquil stood up. “Chad, we’re musicians, not salesman. We need to put on a good show. These session musicians man, they just don’t get us. We’re not going to embarrass ourselves in front of a giant crowd. Withou
t Si, without our bassist, we ain’t performing.”

  I watched as Chad threw the iPad across the room where it landed on a sofa. For a moment I thought he was going to have a shitfit. He licked his lips. Huh. He had something else to say.

  “What if I told you, gentlemen, that I had someone better than Si.”

  “What do you mean?”

  He pointed at his eyes. “You see these bags under my eyes? Gentlemen, I was up all fucking night. I was working. For you. For us. For the show. For the greatest show in decades.”

  “What’s your point?”

  “Gentlemen, I’ve got you the best goddamn bassist for your band in all of California. Maybe the world.”

  “What?”

  “Boys, who’s your favorite California band of the last twenty years or so?”

  I saw them look at each other. I knew the answer. It was the ‘Chili Peppers.

  “Do you mean…”, said Neal.

  “You’re got us…,” said Johnny.

  “Fuckin’ Flea? From the fuckin’ Red Hot Chili Peppers’? fuckin’ ‘ell.”

  “Gentlemen, I’m not, legally, allowed to answer that question just yet. But let’s say you are definitely not a million miles off.”

  Was he having a laugh? Surely he couldn’t have just got on the phone and gotten Flea to agree to play with the band, could he?

  Holy shit. If he had. Well. That was going to be a show and a goddamned half on Saturday. My estimation of Chad was rapidly rising. Maybe he wasn’t a complete plonker after all.

  “Now gentlemen, you’ve still got two more shows of our secret tour to do. Can you put up with a session musician until then? I’ve got you a new one today. Supposed to be much better.”

  “Oh aye. We’ll make do until Saturday,” said Rabbie.

  I saw the rest of the band nod in agreement.

  “So, about Saturday,” I said to Chad.

  “On Saturday I’ve arranged for the band to perform at a rather special little place just outside of San Diego. We’ve got some beautiful land owned by a high school down there. There’s a natural hill, almost a bowl shape, which will give us a real stadium atmosphere. In return these guys are going to go in and give a little talk and a little one-on-one music tuition to a couple of their students next week.”

  “We are?”

  “You are,” said Chad.

  They didn’t complain. They were still excited about having motherfuckin’ Flea coming to play with them. As was I.

  “So what, the stage is going to be at the bottom of this little hill?”

  Chad nodded. “It’s perfect.”

  It certainly wasn’t perfect. Not for crowd control purposes. But shit, motherfuckin’ Flea was coming.

  “We’re going to need more guys,” Jase said.

  Chad nodded. “Yeah. Sort it out. Payment in beer. A case per guy. And all the groupies they can persuade to go with them.”

  I tapped my chin thoughtfully and nodded. It’d actually be easier to get guys to work a show like this. It wasn’t in some shitty club, it was going to be a massive outdoor affair, a real party atmosphere I could tell. We’d call up some of the local MCs, see who was up for it.

  Johnny Tranquil stood up and went to clasp Chad’s hand.

  “Thank you, Chad. You’ve done good.”

  “Aye… “

  “Yeah…”

  “Good man…”

  Jase grabbed me by the shoulder. “How’s this going to play out?” he asked me.

  I grinned and shrugged. “It’s going to be a fuckin’ gong show. But shit, it’ll be something to tell the grandkiddies about.”

  He shook his head and laughed. I think we both knew it was going to be one hell of an afternoon when Saturday rolled around. But we weren’t quite prepared for all the fuckups Chad had planned.

  39

  Ava

  Over the next few days I could feel the excitement beginning to build. The band were still doing their evening shows – those few hours when Lonnie left me alone to my self-criticizing thoughts – but it was the thought of the upcoming show, the giant free extravaganza with thousands or perhaps tens of thousands in the audience, and performing with a world-famous bassist, that really had everyone excited.

  I felt sorry for the session musician they’d been using for the last few shows. He was (as far as I could tell with my limited knowledge) a competent musician, he just didn’t have what it took to really perform on stage with the band. More suited to a life in a studio than a life on stage.

  The band toned down their partying too. Mostly.

  Rabbie the drummer still hit it pretty hard most nights. Different girls did the walk of shame each morning and there were constant empty bottles of scotch emerging from the room he’d taken over.

  Neal, the guitarist, seemed to have the same girl each night. I didn’t get to speak to her but there seemed to be something going on there that was more than just a rockstar and a groupie. Was the arrogant guitarist falling in love? Perhaps.

  Then there was Johnny. The singer. The band leader. That guy.

  One evening, maybe two nights after the fight, Lonnie and I were lying in bed.

  “I want to get stoned again,” I whispered to him.

  “Shit. I haven’t got any. Go ask Johnny for a Henry. He had a big bag earlier.”

  I ran a nail down his carved chest. “A Henry?”

  “Henry the eighth.”

  I raised my eyebrows, my confusion not helped by his weird slang.

  “What’s that?” I asked.

  “You are such a mong.”

  I ran my hand down to his balls and cupped them threateningly.

  “You’re not a mong! Sorry!”

  I giggled at him and squeezed him gently.

  “A Henry is an eighth of an ounce. As in, Henry the Eighth, the king. Johnny will give you some.”

  I laughed. “Alright. Back in a minute.”

  My lips touched his in a brief kiss that turned to a lingering one. As I stood up one of his hands cupped my ass and gave it a squeeze.

  “Don’t be long.”

  I nodded as I grabbed his t-shirt from the end of the bed and pulled it over me. It hung down past my buttocks halfway to my knees.

  I grabbed my panties, planning to pull them on and then slip out. Johnny’s room was just across the hallway and there had plenty of people much more scantily clad (read, naked) wandering around lately so I didn’t feel any pressing need to cover up any further.

  Lonnie reached out and pulled the panties out of my hand.

  I tilted my head at him.

  He ran a hand up my knee, between my thighs, his strong fingers sliding effortlessly over my smooth skin as he did so.

  “Go like this.”

  I bit my lip as he pressed against my wetness with the whole of his hand.

  “Really?”

  His hand moved slowly and I moaned.

  “Like that. No one can see with that t-shirt. Only I’ll know.”

  I felt incredibly naughty but excited as I slipped out of the room clad only in his t-shirt. I pulled the neck against my nose and inhaled his scent as I crossed the hallway, feeling deliciously sexy as I let my hips sway with each step.

  I could hear music emanating from the room, surprisingly not rock. Some kind of electronic music, but the kind with a chilled vibe, not the frantic fast paced stuff. As I stood there considering the sounds emanating from within I realized that I knew surprisingly little about music these days. Just another way my shitty life situation had been keeping me down.

  I rapped on the door. I waited five seconds and there was no answer so I gave it a few more firm thumps. Nothing. I pondered going back to Lonnie empty handed, then rejected it.

  I knocked a final time, six hard raps on the door. When there was again no answer I twisted the handle and pushed the door open. It had been left unlocked. There was a small entry vestibule and a courtesy light came on as I entered. The music was much louder now that I was inside and I coul
d smell the pungent odor of weed being smoked.

  I took a few steps forward and the rest of the room came into view.

  When I saw the bed I let out a gasp and my hands went to my face in surprise.

  Nicole’s friend Lucy was there, lying on the bed. Naked.

  She had her mouth open in ecstasy and her eyes closed. Between her hands she clutched handfuls of Johnny Tranquil’s hair, his head buried between her shapely legs which were wrapped around his head.

  I’d never walked in on a couple being that intimate before. I mean, sure I’ve seen a few videos, but to see something like that happening before me was a shock. But it wouldn’t have made me gasp.

  No, the reason I gasped was because it wasn’t just the two of them. Clutching on to Johnny’s shoulders were two strong hands, belonging to a slim but toned young guy. The unknown man was kneeling behind Johnny and he was letting out moans of pleasure as he thrust himself inside the rockstar.

  I stood there wide eyed as I watched them, half panicking and half finding myself getting embarrassingly flushed. I’d never thought about two guys doing something like that, with a girl, but now I saw it with my own eyes and I didn’t know what to think.

  Lucy’s eyes flickered open and then locked on me. I panicked for a second but then she just grinned at me, no shame in her eyes, perhaps even a hint of pride buried underneath the pleasure.

  “I just… I was…” I floundered.

  My eyes locked onto the table beside the bed and I saw the biggest bag of weed I’d ever seen.

  I scurried over, stuck my hand in and grabbed a handful of the slightly damp green plant.

  “Is it okay if I just…” I said, looking at Lucy who was biting her lip.

  She nodded furiously and let out a groan.

  “Go… for… it…” said the young guy between thrusts.

  Johnny didn’t say anything. He might not have even realized I was there. Lucy had her legs locked around his head and wasn’t going to let him go anywhere.