Vincent Howland was the frontman for the metal band Slasher back in the late '80s. The band was one of the last successful gasps of the '80s rock scene with a few high charting albums. But, that was decades ago. He was still regarded as a rock icon, but he didn't feel like it. Even though the band still sold out venues and toured, he felt old now.
A few months ago, he met a young singer named Lucy. She was the daughter of a celebrated pianist and had an eight octave range. She performed at some of the band's concerts and turned some of their cheesy '80s hits into operatic brilliance. A few days ago, he invited her to be in their music video for a cover of Cherry Pie. She's a cute, curvy girl. Sure, she was 18 and he was in his 60s now. But, who wants to watch grandma act sexy?
The idea was just her doing scenes from the actual music video but Lucy thought that was boring. She suggested in her cute, feminine way that she do a bunch of suggestive things or outright get naked. So, the film crew shot a few scenes of her taking a shower, bending over to pick something up (and not wearing any panties), and deepthroating a banana. Originally, they wanted her to just lick it suggestively (and the banana they gave her was normal sized). She thought this was boring, went to the store, and bought a banana that would make John Holmes feel inadequate. She took it down her throat like it was nothing. She looked at Vincent as she did it and winked. He felt weird. She was literally younger than his grandkids. He shouldn't be turned on by this.
After the shoot, Vincent went to his trailer to relax. He expected to hear a knock soon. He and Lucy were friends. She was friends with the whole the band really liked her. They thought she was pretty cool and her immature, frat boy humor was charming. She loved risque and dirty humor and took a liking to them because she could indulge in it with them. Boys she knew usually shirked away or got incredibly awkward when she made a dirty joke. It was nice to talk to guys who would laugh with her.
Despite all that, Vincent knew Lucy had a voracious appetite for dick and he'd be her next prey. She was very open about her body count, 180 last time she mentioned it. That included a long time boyfriend. Without him, it'd probably be double that. She was also a proud size queen, bragging about how could take guys that most girls couldn't. Guys in the double digits, DDs as she called them, were her favorite. Most girls wouldn't even try. For her, it was as easy as singing. That gave her power over them, a power she revelled in.
He heard the knock and, despite his better judgments, he opened the door. She stood there sweet and innocent, but he knew he'd soon see her devilish side. Lucy was a beautiful woman, but she wasn't Hollywood's idea of beautiful. She was built like a fertility goddess. Short, curvy with a bit of a tummy, a fat ass, and a huge rack. An I-cup to be precise, making her very top heavy (and giving the impression she was 50% boobs).
"Hi, Vincent, can I come in?" she asked. He saw the hunger in her eyes.
He felt his heart pound but he still said yes. She came in and they sat on his couch together. "What brings you here, Lucy?"
"Um, can't I just visit my friend on set. Do I need an ulterior motive?" she asked. He could see her the devil in her green eyes. Even her brownish red hair was something from the pits of Hell.
"I think you already have one."
She smiled. "Aww, you know me so well. And to think we haven't known each other that long."
"It's not going to happen, Lucy. You're too young."
"Vincent, age is just a number. Besides, I'm better than any woman you've ever been with. Trust me."
"I don't doubt that, but the answer is no."
He saw her grin. He'd left an opening for her. A single doubt she could exploit for her personal gain. She was a smart girl. She recognized it before he even realized he made it.
She got closer to him and started rubbing his knee. She was inches away from what she wanted. She could take it. It was so close. But, she wanted him to surrender. She wanted him to acknowledge her as the victor in this competition.
"Vincy," she whispered, her mouth pressed against his ear, "you know I'll be the best you've ever had. My mouth is addicting. Once that python of yours crawls into the warm, wet cave of this throat, it'll never want to leave. It puts pussy to shame. Well, not my pussy but you know. No one is better than me. No one. Even gay guys know that. Mmm. I know little Vincent is straining that fabric. He wants out so bad."
"Lucy..."
"But, I'll bet he isn't that little. Right, Vincy? I've heard the rumors. I've wanted to see it for a long time. Taste it, know every little vein and wrinkle. You know I can sing opera? I can sing a lot of different styles. It's all about throat control. So, I have techniques no other woman can do. It feels otherworldly."
