I hope and pray that writing this down will help, getting it on paper will keep me from going out tonight and finding those three bitches. I haven't been able to think about anything else all week, haven't done any school work, can't pay attention in class. I do try to forget, (don't think of pink elephants) I just can't, I get a hard on and run back to my room and jerk off. Maybe if I can see it all down on the page, really see how sick it is, how totally fucked up, maybe I can stop being turned on by it. I know where their gig is tonight. but I can't go, no way, otherwise I'm doomed.
How did I let this happen? Everything is going great, my first year at Columbia University, good grades, great friends, although, I still don't have a girlfriend. There, that's the problem right there, I haven't gotten laid in months. What the fuck is my problem that I don't have a girlfriend? I'm not a bad looking guy. Maybe I'm just too fussy, I want Ms. Right when I should settle for Ms. Right now. That's why I was out cruising for girls with my buddies last weekend, horny as a toad, ready to stick my dick into anything with an orifice between its legs. Looking for Ms. Right Fucking Now, that was it, I was going to get laid come hell or high water. I did get "laid" and hell and high water did come. I would have been better off picking up a hooker, it would have been less degrading. Oh, what the fuck, it happened, just write it down, then burn it.
It was in the third bar that we were in that night, a dive with live bands on Ave B (or maybe C) on the Lower East side of Manhattan, when I heard them. They were playing in the back room, I heard them before I saw them, I was drawn to them by their sound, their looks sealed the deal.
It was a power trio; guitar, bass, drums, three girls. They kind of sounded like my one of favorite bands "The Red-Hot Chili Peppers" only angrier. I couldn't understand any of the lyrics the lead singer/guitar player was singing but I could tell she was pissed off at everyone. Tall, slim with small tits, short black hair, tattoos, piercing everywhere, I couldn't take my eyes off her. I stood in front of the stage and stared. These fucking broads rocked. By the end of the set I was yelling and screaming like a nut after every song, I could tell they noticed me.
After the set was over, I hung around by the door to the "dressing room" and as they walked by and I said some shit about really digging their music. The drummer, named May, a big light skinned black girl with big tits and short bleached hair, invited me in. The room was just a storage area with a couple of bare light bulbs, graffiti on the walls and boxes of beer. They were packing up their gear as I stammered on, like a girl meeting "The Backstreet Boys", about really digging their music. The lead singer ignored me but the other two took an interest and rapped with me for a while.
Then the bass player Angel, a small Asian chick with small tits and killer ass, asked if I want to help them carry the gear back to their place, "Come up and have a beer."
The lead singer Joe stopped wrapping up microphone cable," Oh fuck that, I don't want this putz coming up to our place. He drops the gear off at the front door then gets lost."
"Oh, come on Joe, he looks like a nice boy, maybe we can have some fun with him," the Angel offered, "You would like to fuck us wouldn't you, college boy, I bet you got a nice woody right now." She walked over and grabbed my cock through my pants and rubbed it back and forth.
"Oh, he's got a big cock Joe, maybe even bigger than yours," she kept rubbing my cock, "Would you like to fuck all three of us tonight college boy? Does that interest you?"
"Fuck you three? Damn straight I would love to fuck you three beauties."
"Oh did you hear that Joe? He thinks we are beautiful" the May teased.
Joe spit out to her bandmates, "Listen if he comes with us, he plays by our rules, he's a sub. He's beneath May," indicating the drummer, " He's our slave, he is only to serve me and you two if I permit it."
She addressed me now, " You want to fuck us boy? You have to serve us to make that happen. Do you think you could do that? Are you man enough to serve three women, do what you are told?"
"Sure, I could, whatever you gals want. I'm a stud"
"She means it baby you would have to serve us, we don't usually go for guys, we like girls, but for you we'll make an exception because you are kind of cute," Angel cooed into my ear still rubbing my cock.
My head filled with booze, my dick ready to bust a seam in my shorts, of course I said, "Whatever you ladies want, I can do it, no problem. I got you covered. I'm a fucking sex machine" or some shit to that effect. With that I sealed my fate. I had no real idea what they were talking about. I thought they just wanted me to fuck them, in the missionary position, one at a time. That's how fucking naïve I was, I didn't have a clue.
"Yeah we'll see, let's get the fuck out of here," Joe growled.
Her band mates giggled excitedly.
"Let's go college boy grab some gear you're coming home with us and get ready for the time of your life," May said while shoving her drum kit in my chest.
After six blocks and five flights of stairs I was out of breath. I stood in their apartment, a railroad flat with the bathtub in the kitchen and uneven floors, bent over catching my breath when Joe came behind me and gave me a good whack on the ass, " that stuff goes in the closet slave boy."
"Ah come on Joe let the poor dear catch his breath before you lay in on him," Angel player said in my defense.
