It all came to me in a sudden moment as I drove down the road. I looked down as I steered the car. My hand was on the back of her head as she was buried in my lap. My moans and erratic driving gave clear indication that my stimulation was currently being attended to properly. Her hair, long and dark and draped over my waist had a slight hint of blond streaks throughout, and the slurping noises coming from my waist simply aided to accentuate the situation.
When I pulled up to the afterhours spot, she stopped and raised herself up in her seat. "God I love sucking your cock," she smiled, wiping a bit of saliva from her dark ruby streaked lips.
I have to admit, the night had been drug fueled up until this point, and my memory struggled to remember what had led us to this point.
Normal protocol at my shows are one of disinterest to most involved. Always playing it cool and calm, I do what I can to keep my reputation squeaky clean at the concerts I promote, but tonight was destined to be different; as it was certainly clear as I tucked my throbbing, saliva drenched steel cock back in my faded jeans and fastened back up.
The artist was a legend in his genre and one who I had not seen before, which always had me in elevated spirits. With his stellar reputation came a large crowd which only helped the night take a life of its own. Surrounded by friends, I always tried to keep to myself as much as possible.
"Dude, there's so many hot chicks here," one friend would say on a regular basis. "Why don't you ever take one of them home?"
"I gotta see most of these people all the time at these shows," I would always explain, referring to my partners, the work staff and regular fans who attended. "My quest to keep things professional at all times has served me well throughout the years."
While this may be true on most occasions, I must also admit that I'm a man, and as a man, the thought is always there. Willpower can be a bitch sometimes in the face of limitless temptation, but the long term strategy must sometimes bend to the will of what was still throbbing in my pants as I held my arm around her and we went into the underground club.
The night had progressed as normal, with the headliner coming on as scheduled. A few of my friends, who I regularly hook up with free tickets repay me with drinks and recreational drugs in a well-established quid pro quo system.
"Here, take this," he said, handing me a capsule of powder, "this is probably the best X you can find on the market."
Never one to say no to most things, an hour later the drug had established its hold and the night would definitely take on a new twist.
Ecstasy consumes my senses like nothing else. Hell, it's why I like it so much. It allows me to talk to people and care about what they say in ways I normally wouldn't allow. I can be kind of an asshole to a most folks, and so I take some in moderation to keep my spirits good. "Everything is a strategy," I always say, "even drug use."
But when taking more, and of a much higher quality, than I'm used to, it unlocks a relentless animal passion that I find difficult to control. And when one of the local DJ's came to me and told me that Jill and Alicia were in the house, my interest was certainly piqued with additional temptation.
Jill, and more noteworthy to this narrative Alicia, are two cousins who attend shows on regular basis. With an overtly flirtatious in a harmless nature towards me, it's always a pleasure to have them around.
Alicia, who had recently taken on a relationship, hadn't come out in well over a year, but Jill had continued to come out on a regular basis. Alicia and I had a slight history, as we've found ourselves together a couple of times. My joke to them about treating them super VIP was about to take on a realism that even I knew I didn't have in me.
"You still hard baby," she asked with a whisper and smile as I paid our way in.
"Not as hard as I was 5 minutes ago," I winked back and we descended the steps down to the basement type atmosphere. "Don't worry, we have all night right?"
She nodded as she rubbed her perky breasts along the side of my chest.
As the headliner took the stage and the crowd became frenetic, I had the desire to do something else that I never do: Dance. All this music around me all the time and here I never let myself go. Too many things to worry about, and, being in the public eye in a small pond, too many eyes on me. Tonight, I had said to hell with all that, and let them see the side of me that they don't often see.
Having talked to the girls as I made my 'rounds,' as I call it, I knew they were hanging out with the regular crowd. A crowd devotedly dedicated to the genre that will support nearly every show that I throw, I constantly walk through the crowd to say hello. Good public relations make for easy promotions.
Alicia was dressed in a white form fitting tank top that hid nothing of her perky b cup curves and a pair of tight form fitting jeans. At a petite, tight 5'2, she stood well short of my 6'3 frame. I grabbed her hand and said, "Come on, I want to dance."
She is always on the dance floor enjoying herself, and the shock in her eyes that I wanted to dance was certainly one of surprise.
I led her away from the regular crowd. With nearly 1,000 people in a room I know well, I led her to the other side of the venue to a crowd that I am not as familiar with.
"Here, we can dance over here," I led her to a spot about 10 feet in front of the stage. She turned and looked at me with a smile, grabbing my hand and leading me even closer, to the front spot stage center.
"Here," she laughed, "we can dance right here."
As I said before, the drug of choice that night, in addition to multiple drinks and a haze from smoking way too much dope, unleashes a lustful passion that I find hard to control. With someone I'm familiar enough to dance with, and a night with its own energy already building, it would prove to be a combination worthy of writing a story about.
As the passion grew, her body pressed back against mine. I would wrap my arms around her and slide my hands around her body. Sliding my hands around her perky firm breasts and her tight rock hard stomach, I explored her feminine curves without abandon. Occasionally, she would grab my hands, pulling them away in a signal that I was going too far.
But my hands wouldn't stop. Sliding down between her legs, I caressed her inner thighs. I pushed her back forward and she used the stage as leverage as she backed her ass up along my crotch. My hands slid to her hips, holding her as she rubbed her ass along my slowly, very slowly, growing member.
I should also note that the drug of choice here also inhibits my ability to get aroused,if at
all, but does nothing to inhibit my lust.
Sometimes I can get aroused, when the right influences are there and, as I would soon find out, she was the right influence.
She looked back at me as she grinded her tight little ass against my growing member. Winking, she pulled her head back up and reached behind her, grabbing my hips and pulling me against her.
Our height difference was awkward, to say the least, but she was still able to lean back and audibly tell me, "I want to feel you hard against me baby."
Moments later as she had her wish and my throbbing thickness pressed against her ass and,
I leaned in to let her know my response; "I want to spread these legs," my hands slid down along her thighs, "and feast on you for hours."
She laughed, breaking the dance for a second as she turned and slapped me on the chest, "you're bad, Gabe."
The dance resumed. Throwing caution to the wind, the lust and desire we had built within each other was culminating with the show itself.
Unrelenting in my roaming her body with my hands, and her ass continuing to grind back against my throbbing cock combined to create a perfect scene of shameless public debauchery within the crowd. Front stage center, of course.
I was unsure how long we had danced. At that point, it was a blur until the show ended and the crowd started to disperse. We chatted for a bit as we milled around with some of my friends and the others, eventually heading outside.
"I want to give you a ride home," I told her.
"I can't do that," she responded, alluding to her boyfriend.
"Yes you can," I insisted, but she still resisted.
Respectful as always, I let her go as her cousin pulled up. "We're going to the afterhours spot," she explained as Alicia to get into the car. "You should come join us."
I nodded, saying that I would, but seeing that it was nearly 3am, the chances I would continue the night was slim. The couch was calling, after a late night burrito stop of course.
A few minutes later, I was chatting with a couple of friends, saying the final adieus, when Jill's car pulled back up again out front of the venue.
Alicia got out and approached me as I went up to Jill's window. "She's going to the afterhours with you," she laughed, "I'm going home. I'm too tired. Take care of her and behave, alright." She gave a knowing smile as she pulled away.
As we walked to my car, she would tell me how excited she had gotten on the dance floor. "Fuck Gabe," she said, always foulmouthed as I remembered. "I haven't been that wet in a long god damn time. Thanks."
As soon as I had gotten the car started, she was already fumbling with my jeans. Opening up and lustily letting me know that she needed to suck the cock that had been rubbing up against her all night.
At this point we were downstairs in the dim lights of the underground after hours spot. Really just a basement of a shop up top, and with the limitations of the small space it was full. Again, however, filled with people who I know well and who know me.
