Adrenaline

[Fountaine]

The crowd cheering definitely got my heart to race - there was nothing nearly as exhilarating as having people there, waiting to listen to your music. This was my passion in life, as hard as it was. Sure, my parents were undoubtedly in the upper class, but I didn't want their handouts. I wanted to carve my way into the world under my terms. I didn't want to study at Harvard and become some hotshot banker, lawyer or doctor. I didn't want to just go through life, with a boring job and a boring life. I wanted excitement, adrenaline...

I wanted this.​

I was the singer for the punk rock group "The Misfit Dolls". It was me, Janet Jones, our guitarist Thomas Niles, our bassist Lucie Florida and our drummer, Peter Law. We didn't go by nicknames as we've believed that it was done to death. We were opening right now for a heavy metal band; one that is apparently very big around these parts. I didn't know much of the music. All I knew was I was doing what I loved right here in Los Angeles; the city were dreams are born and the place where dreams die. I was sure that it wasn't going to be the latter in my case. I knew it.

I was holding the microphone with my right hand, my studded bracelet dancing over my wrist. I was wearing my tight black shirt, though as per tradition ( I suppose you could call it that) I would end up taking it off and leaving my upper body bare. I was told that some of our male demographic were here just for that. My manager, Steven "Stone" Smith would constantly remind me of how hot I was. At times, I would find him a total creep - he was easily in his early fifties and I was just nineteen. I was quite endowed, thanks to my mom, with a huge bust and a perfect plump ass. My body would have helped me out if, say, I was a pop singer. But not here. Oh no, not in punk rock. That's maybe why I loved it so.

"And I want to be...Anarchy!" I yelled out with passion to the microphone as we were nearing the end of our first song. A tribute to the Sex Pistols, as we've always done at every show. As we were done with that, I already could feel some sweat running down my forehead. Smiling, I pulled my top off, revealing my huge tits in their pink top. I thought that my top really contrasted the mood of the show, maybe ironically so. But no one seemed to notice that, which was just fine.

"Let's get this show going!" I growled to the microphone. I just loved the adrenaline pumping through my veins.

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[Fountaine]

OOC: Bump!

 

[Nightwalker9000]

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[a_libertine]

THUUUMP
THUUUMP
THUUUMP

Pete and Lucie were starting the show, the beat of the drum, the strum of the bass beating like a heart. Slowly then a little faster. As Janet took the stage, the two were pounding furiously on their instruments, a heart racing until it burst at Janet's scream of Anarchy.

The guitar screamed in my hands at the start of the set. Punk rock, I smiled ruefully at the thought. I was brought in by Stone to bring a little maturity to a band of teenagers that somehow had finagled their way into a record contract and then some amount of success. Jazz and classical guitar was my background, but Stone says I have charisma. Especially Stage Charisma.

I was struck by how lush and ripe Janet's body was as she started in on the first original song. Yeah I noticed her tits, who hasn't? For Christ's sake, the stuck out far enough.

I hadn't listened to the lyrics before tonight, just playing through with Pete and Lucie while Janet more or less hummed along. I vaguely registered "Daddy please" come out her mouth and cocked an eyebrow toward Pete who either didn't see it, or ignored it.

I worked my way to the front of the stage for a solo and began to rip it up when I felt more than saw Janet move up next to me. She was bent at the knees, gyrating her crotch up and down a bare inch or two from my thigh.

As the solo ended and Janet stood up fully, I let go of the guitar's neck and wrapped my left hand around the back of Janet's neck and pulled her close. Before either of us could react, my lips pressed against hers.

My tongue slid out from between my lips and across hers. The taste of strawberries filled my mouth as I let go of her and began playing again.

 

[Fountaine]

I played with quite a few punk rockers, jamming is an every day experience for a musicians, though our current guitarist played much better than any of the up and coming wannabe rockers. I could tell that he studied some musical theory, or at least took some classes...or at the very least has been playing for a bit more than two years. He was quite the looker too, though we haven't talked to each other much. Hell, we didn't even know each other in any sense of the word; Steven had gotten him to play with us not too long ago. Our previous guitarist was holding us back, or at least our manager thought so.

Anyway, here I was on stage while Thomas wailed on a guitar solo. He had charisma- Steven was no liar. I watched for a bit while he played those notes and I decided to go and further this show he had going on. That is, I bent down just a notch and grinding my hips dangerously close to his thigh. Sure my black panties were sticking out of my tight, ripped jeans, but no one was complaining. Hey, I was giving my male fans a show right?

This said though, I was quite taken by surprise as Thomas dropped his guitar neck and used that hand to pull me close by the back of my neck, and his lips kissed mine fiercely. I must have moaned out in protest, but he obviously didn't hear me by the cheers of the crowd. It must have been some sort of stunt to get the crowd riled up, so I played along with it as his tongue eagerly pressed against my lips - by opening my mouth and letting him french kiss me.

This went on for quite a while until I had to pull out. We were here as a band, after all. "Whoo!" I yell into the microphone as the crowd cheered on. "Okay, now for our next song, let's try something more original!" I said as our drummer began kicking off our 'hit song'. In the back of my mind, I wondered just what happened two seconds ago.

 

[a_libertine]

I watched as Janet sauntered back to middle stage, her tee shirt pulled out of her pants, the straps of her black thong panties winked at the crowd and me as she shook her money maker while belting out song after song.

The entire set I flirted with her on stage subtly, she noticed I was sure. The audience certainly did, and they were getting louder and louder as we went along.

Just before the next to the last song of the set, Pete started off with his heart beat drumming technique again as Janet put the microphone back into the holder on the stand.

I had heard Janet lost her shirt during the show and usually her bra as well. The thought of her naked, her sweet voice singing for me alone charged my cock and it hardened instantly.

As I walked up behind her, I flipped the guitar over my shoulder letting it hang by the strap over my shoulder. As the tee shirt got to the level of her massive breasts, I wrapped my arms around her and cupped the two melon like mounds in my hands.

The crowd exploded in applause.

I felt her lurch a little and pulled her back until my fat cock filled the crevasse between her plump ass checks. "Relax baby, you LOVE it," i yelled into her ear so she could hear me.

 

[Fountaine]

The rest of the show carried on rather normally - except Thomas was all over me the entire set. I liked his attention, perhaps too much, as I danced at the song, moving my hips suggestively to the rhythm as he played. The crowd loved this chemistry going on, and who was I to go against it? I danced and sang, going through every single song.

For the last song, I put the microphone to its stand as I was prepared to sing. Though, the show would definitely get more interesting as Thomas walked up behind me, and cupped both my large breasts from behind. The crowd loved it. "What the hell?" I thought to myself as I moved a bit, but he wouldn't have it - No, he pulled me back and I felt how hard he was poking between my plump ass cheeks, as if he wanted to fuck my right there and now.

I did relax, a bit anyway, as his hands continued to play with my breasts, marveling at their size as they were more than what two hands could grasp. His hands grew more bold as they began to squeeze the large mounds. "Well, I'll try to sing the next song..." I said with a chuckle.

 

[a_libertine]

I felt Janet begin to grind back a bit, hammering her hips up and down a little, stroking me through both pairs of jeans. Her nipples hardened into the palms of my hands and not for the first time, I contemplated taken a woman on stage.

I heard Janet breath into the microphone "Well, I'll try to sing the next song..."

Stepping back a little, I swatted her tush playfully and yelled, "Sing for us baby!"

 

[Fountaine]

I grinned as he swatted my ass playfully. I would hate to say it, but he was reeling me in; I just loved a man who took charge like that. I sang through the last song rather easily, it seemed that Thomas was just checking me out from behind. I gave him a show all right - I rocked my hips back and forth, side to side, all rather suggestively.

"So long Los Angeles!" I cried out when we were done, opening the stage for...whoever they were. I walked to backstage as everyone was exhausted. Perhaps against my better judgement, I looked for Thomas.

 

[a_libertine]

Show one down, and twenty four to go, half with this band, the other half with a regional power house on the east coast.

Leaving the stage, I grabbed a bottle of bourbon and a beer as I wove my way passed the throng of people backstage. Finding a sofa with no one on it, I sat and took a long pull from the beer as I flopped back and closed my eyes a moment.

Sweat poured from every pore of my body as I sat back up and finished the beer. I saw Janet looking around and her face lit up as she spied me. She came over, her tits swaying heavily in her bra with each step. Each of her steps brought her closer and made my cock that much harder.

I knew it was a career changing moment as she stopped and my mouth opened before I could edit the content. "Hey Songbird. Don't you think you are either over dressed or under dressed at the moment?"

My cock hoped for over, whle my wallet was screaming under.

 

[Fountaine]

I smiled at his mischievous comment, showing that bold trait that he practically radiated on stage earlier. I almost bit my lip as I went along with that and looked back, noticing that we could shut the door and get some privacy...And I did so, closed the entranced and said "Well, I suppose I'm a bit overdressed." with a wink and I undid my tight jeans and dropped them to the floor, thus revealing my lower half in the flimsey thong, complimenting my ample backside just as my bra did for my large breasts. "There." I said with a satisfactory grin and sat down on the sofa, noticing the bottle of whiskey.

"Oooh bourbon. Mind sharing with me?" I asked.

 

[a_libertine]

I breathed out, "Fuck," as Janet dropped her pants and stepped out of them. She was absolutely gorgeous from head to toe.

Standing I close the distance between us. Standing literally chest to chest, I took a swig of the bourbon warming in my mouth. My left hand reached around and pulled back on your hair slightly, tilting your head toward mine.

My lips pressed against yours, and as your mouth opened I let the bourbon flow from my mouth to yours. "Still over dressed, Songbird," I whisper.

 

[Fountaine]

I gasped as your hand slightly pulled on my hair, moving my head as to face yours. That grasp showed a roughness that I had not seen in most men that I have been with and I had to admit, it enticed me. Enticed me so, that when you kiss me, I open my mouth and so you practically poured the bourbon from your mouth to mine.

Songbird... I liked that nickname.

"Okay, I should get under dressed...could I get more bourbon afterwards?" I ask in such a tone, as my hands go behind my back and began undoing my bra, letting it drop on the sofa as my breasts bounce free, weighing me down already.

 

[a_libertine]

I watch your heavy tits swag and sway with your movements, and ask, "Why Songbird, do you have to be drunk to give yourself to a man?"

The door banged open right after the question as Stone came barreling in, "MAN! What a great..." his voice fell away as he sees a mostly naked Janet in front of a very aroused Thomas.

"show."

Stone looked somewhat abashed as he ran a hand through his hair and asked, "Am I, uh, interrupting?"

I glance from you to him and smirked, "No, not yet, my clothes are still on."

Red shot over Stone's face as he stammered, "Uh, yeah, right. Anyway, great show. I knew you would be a great addition to the band."

I look down at you, "If you are sober Songbird, I am a couple doors down from you at the motel."

Instead of swatting it, I cup your ass wrapping my fingers around to brush against your womanhood, then say, "Thanks," before leaving the room.

 

[Fountaine]

Before I even had the chance to answer, Steven showed up and was that awkward. This sort of thing never happened before and I couldn't help but wonder if I would get hell for this later. Alas, it didn't seem the case, as my manager walked off, just as you invite me to your motel room, as your hand cups my ass possessively, your fingers just barely touching my pussy as you leave as well.

I wondered about your question for a while ; I did have a habit of getting drunk before getting intimate. Still, I don't think it was something I did in purpose, I mean I was in a punk rock band. Alcohol was everywhere.

Still, I got my clothes back on and got out of backstage, my heavy breasts bouncing in my bra. Obviously I couldn't quite go like this outside, so I took a nearby band shirt and put it on. It fit well, as all clothes did to me and soon enough, I was at the motel. A sleazy looking one, as we weren't exactly big. Well, not yet.

KNOCK
KNOCK

I stood outside your door, asking myself if I was really doing this...

 

[a_libertine]

I arrived at the motel, a seedy gray place, and started to peel my soaking shirt off my body when I heard a knock. Opening the door bare chested I see you standing there, lower lip pulled between your teeth nervously.

"Hello Songbird. You are way over dressed now."

I look at you expectantly wetting my lips. "Strip and leave your clothes there, and come on in." I step back and add, "If you dare."

 

[Fountaine]

The door opens and I see you there standing confidently, stating how I am over dressed. I chuckle as I watch you wet your own lips, as a wolf hunting down its prey. Still, I knew what I was getting myself into; especially as I began to strip out of my clothes yet again - flaunting off as much of my body as I could to you.

"Oh I dare." I say, being the type of never backing down as I took the few steps in.

 

[a_libertine]

Leaning against the wall I watch as you strip and enter the hotel room, clothes left in a pile in the hallway. I smile as I look up and down your curvaceous body. My eyes finding yours, I say, "Okay Songbird, let's see how bad you want to stay the night."

I see the look of confusion spread across your pretty face and then the momentary shock as I say, "Go to your room and get your toothbrush and back without dressing."

As it settles in what I said, we both can clearly hear someone stumbling drunkenly down the hall.

 

[Fountaine]

How bad I want to stay the night...? As you speak to me, telling me to get my toothbrush without dressing up, I thought you were joking - at first, but that look in your eyes told me that you were in fact, not. It didn't help that I heard someone walking in the hallway...

Still...

"Okay, you're on." I said, trying to surge up some confidence as I take my key card from my jeans and walk outside the room and head towards mine. The drunken man stood in disbelief and shouted out "Hey baby, come to my room!". I ignored him and got to my own room, closing the door behind me, hoping that he would just go away. And he did; after obtaining my toothbrush, I look at the keyhole. Coast was clear - I walk back towards you as my heavy tits bounce at every step.

"There." I said with a grin, showing you my toothbrush.

 

[a_libertine]

I take the toothbrush and walk into the bathroom and set it down next to the sink, saying, "Good girl, Songbird."

Coming out of the bathroom I take your hand in mine and lead you to the dresser and stand you in front of it facing the mirror. Standing behind you, cock pressing against your back and ass through my jeans and wrap my arms around your waist, letting my fingers dangle over your trimmed red mound.

"Tell me Songbird," I whisper in your ear, "why are you here? It isn't for just a fuck, you could have had any man in the theater tonight. So why, what is it you want from me, Songbird?"

 

[Fountaine]

I smile as your hand takes mine, leading me to the nearby dressed as you stand behind me, looking at the mirror in front of us. I watch it as well, noticing how a stranger managed to get me naked so easily and to do things as if I was his - as if I was his property to do what he wished with. I gasp as your hard cock pokes my ass and waist, just as your fingers lightly touch my trimmed region.

"I don't know..." I whisper back, enjoying the feeling of your hot breath touching my earlobe "What are you doing to me? I want more of this."

 

[a_libertine]

Pressing my hips forward, I ask, "More of what, Songbird?"

I stare into your eyes through the mirror as my fingers start massaging your clit gently, pressing it against your mons and twisting ever so slightly between fore finger and middle finger.

 

[Fountaine]

As your fingers begin to massage my clit with such raw passion, I move my hips back against yours, which were pretty forward. I feel more of your hard cock pressing eagerly against my ass. I gasp as fluids are beginning to manifest themselves, as your fingers twist.

"More of this..." I say with a moan "More of you touching me like you own me."

 

[a_libertine]

I shook my head as I whispered, "No, Songbird, this isn't it." My other hand cupped one of your huge breasts, twisting the nipple in time with the motions of my fingers between your legs.

"You can get this from almost anyone, why me?"

 

[Fountaine]

"Ah...ah..." I moan, feeling the shock running through my veins as you twist my nipple as your other hand plays with my pussy again. Truth is, I didn't really know. You had that charisma and sense of control. "Because...you make me feel good." I managed to say between moans, trying to look for the words.