2011.
Bremmerhoffen, Germany.
Thunderhaus Metal Festival.
The German people are known for basically three things... Nazi's, Volkswagons and a thriving Metal scene. If I was to add a fourth it would be dirty blondes. These two girls have just cornered me while I was listening to Thunder, an eighties and ninties hard rock band, backstage. They look about nineteen, maybe cousins they look so similar, the only difference being one is wearing glasses. The one with the glasses can't weigh more than one hundred pounds and change while the other looks smaller; course that could be because she's dressed in just bootie shorts and a tanktop.
It would be innocent enough if the one with glasses hadn't pushed me back into the shadows and her cousin hadn't fished my cock out of my pants. The one with the glasses had grabbed me by the head and shoved her tongue down my throat while her cousin had dropped down to her knees and tried to swallow me whole. Glasses broke the kiss and cupped her cousins head, pushing her down farther, causing the little girl to let out a gargling choke. Glasses grinned up at me mischievously and over the din of the music in broken English said, "fuck now?"
Rarely the sort to turn down such an offer, I surprised myself when I frowned and slowly pushed Cousin off my hard-on and in the only German I knew, told her "thank you but I have to run." After giving the girls some passes to the after party and letting them get a picture with me(both girls were sure to drop their hands over my crotch for humors sake as the flash went off) I moved back towards our area, passing Slash along the way. He turned to watch the girls saunter away and grinned oversea at me as they rounded the corner, "Careful man... those two have been busy tonight."
"How busy," I asked.
"I think they fucked Jane's Addiction an hour ago," he said, still grinning.
"Who in Jane's," I asked worried and Slash shook his head, adjusting his tophat, "Nah man... like ALL of Jane's."
"Shit," I grimaced and he gave the same snicker I was familiar with before we parted ways and I headed back to our ready area in search of an antibacterial wash...
Dieter, head of our security, let me in quickly as I took count of the band. Nikki was talking to Melody quietly, no doubt about the problems she'd experienced with her dance choreographer. I could make out Steven's seated form in the other room, heavily invested in meditation as usual before a show; whatever... it beats him drinking himself stupid. Eric has taken a page out of my book and has his two girlfriends in the corner, smoking up a lot of our cannibas. Mike has his own corner; sitting on a chair, he's wearing a t-shirt and boxer shorts, his jeans draped over the arm of the chair. He spots me and raises his gem encrusted chalice he was given by Lil' Wayne, filled to the brim with our own brand of red wine(called "Epochial")... in his other hand is a copy of Variety. In Variety, Mike is currently linked with Pippa Middleton due to a picture of them standing too close after the concert at Donnington.
They were only friends but Pippa needed to be careful; the Queen was a renown bitch and Pippa connecting with a drummer renown for his oil paintings of his own penis and giving interviews in the nude could draw the ire of the wicked bitch. Thing is I think he actually liked the girl, which made it all the harder now. I gave him the thumbs up and moved into the sideroom to change, causing Nikki and Melody to follow me, still in deep discussion.
"I'm pretty sure he's out," Nikki said, straightening her belt, "I just wanted someone with a little input, not a drill instructor." Melody nodded, her hand running down Nikki's back lovingly; Melody was a comfort to both of us... a mother at times when you needed someone who just pushes you along to follow your own path. "You know what you have to do hun," she said, her head dropping onto Nikki's shoulder tenderly.
"Where's my-," I started, only to have Nikki pass me a set of clothes from the hook on the back of the door. "What would you do without us," Nikki said with a grin, her free hand running over my shoulder. I grinned at her and started to remove my shirt and belt, "I would probably be surrounded by a lot of cheap women and bills." I stood in front of a large mirror and continued to undress, with Nikki and Melody talking, their eye's occasionally running over me appraisingly.
I feel at this point I should mention that the whole reason I got into music professionally was for Nikki... I would have been happy living in a mobile home and doing my music in local bars for tips. Nikki though required comfort in life and we knew we had the talent so we cashed in our favors and got our deal. Our family grew by one when Melody came along and with her came an intense sexual energy that consumed us all; we always were touching and feeling like a hunger that couldn't be sated. We never tired of each other and rarely had a problem with bringing in more women to the bedroom. We spent a year in Vegas, sometimes waking up with as many as ten female bodies around us that we didn't recognize.
All-consuming to tell you the truth... but not unwelcome.
I could see Melody watching me and Nikki whispered to her, causing her to give her crooked grin, "So what's with the two girls out there Eric?"
I laughed, kicking my jeans off and leaving myself in only boxer briefs and tattoo's. Across my ab's in black stylized lettering was the name "Nikki" in caps; below that in the same lettering was Melody's name, just above my cock. "Don't worry about those girls... I sent them on their way with nothing but a picture..."
