"I do not want to go to this show," she huffed.
His brown eyes filled with sadness as he turned to gaze at his fiancee, the woman he'd loved since the day he'd first laid eyes on her. His thoughts raced to that day, watching her approach the booth, following her around the grounds of the Warped Tour stop in New Jersey. She'd been an angel sent to him, winged in Converse and Dickies, perfume and fishnets.
And here she sat, outright refusing his one request.
The only request he had ever made of her: to attend this concert at his side.
"I can't do it, Benjamin," she sighed. "I love you but I cannot go to this show. In fact, I think it's against my religion."
He nodded and rolled over in bed, the tears flowing freely.
"What's wrong with you?" she sighed.
He felt her hand on his shoulder, pulling him over, staring into his melancholy depths.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," he sniffled, trying to roll back away from her.
"Honey, what is wrong? Is this over this fuckin show?"
"Yes," he blurted."
"It's....Benji....This is insane!"
He nodded.
"Benjamin, are you seriously this upset that I don't want to go?"
He nodded.
"Benji, honey, baby, I....."
He looked into her blue eyes, hopeful for her response.
"I....."
"You'll go?" he pleaded.
"This means this much to you?"
His eyes lit with hope. "Yes."
She bowed her head sadly. "Then I have to go."
He nodded.
"But I don't have to like it!"
He grinned. "I never said you did."
"I'll hate every minute of it," she smirked.
"Then I'll just have to compensate you for your pain," he grinned and sunk under the covers.
A smile tainted her pierced lip as she felt his tongue rub her clit.
*~*~*
She sat mesmerized at the woman on-stage. Her jaw was hanging to the floor, her eyes glued to the young girl's movements.
"She's hot, huh?" he beamed.
She nodded.
"I told you," he nudged, elbowing her slightly.
"I still say she's a bitch goddess, though," she spat, trying to stand her ground on one point in her thesis. "I mean, we know she's a whore."
Benji shook his head and sighed. "You always have to be right, don't you?"
She nodded at him, grinning. "Damn straight!"
"Well, we're going to find out if she's a bitch goddess or not," he smirked, flashing a backstage pass in front of her eyes. She stared at it, uncomprehending.
"My people called her people," he smirked. "And got us passes for after-show."
"We've been reduced to After-Show, huh?" she snorted.
Benji shrugged. "I wasn't going to argue."
"I'll bet she's a real cunt," she grinned, snapping the pass from his hand. "I'll bet she treats you like shit!"
He rolled his eyes and ran a nervous hand through his black hair. "Well, that's her right, I suppose."
She shrugged and grinned. "Sure."
*~*~*
"Get out of here!" the young girl shrieked as she ran towards the couple. "You came?"
Benji beamed. "We came!"
"My manager called me and said you'd be here, and I was shocked I didn't see you around backstage. So I figured, okay, he's got better things to do than to come see MY show."
Benji was bright red.
"So, what did you think?" she gushed. "Did you like the show?"
Benji nodded, at a complete loss for words.
"I'm Chloe, by the way, and Benji is exceptionally rude."
The girl laughed at this. "I'm sorry, I should have introduced myself. I'm Christina."
"Hi Christina, nice to meet you," Chloe beamed.
"Likewise," Christina beamed. "So, this is your boy?"
Chloe grinned. "Yep, he's all mine!"
"I heard he's quite the fan. Are you a fan, too?"
Chloe blushed. "Actually...."
"She has all your CDs!" Benji interrupted.
"That's so sweet," Christina smiled warmly. "Which is your favorite?"
"I don't own any of them," Chloe blushed. "Benji's covering for my ass!"
Christina and Chloe laughed, while concern painted Benji's face.
Chloe smiled. "I'm not much of a fan, no, sorry."
Christina nodded. "That's totally cool."
Benji heaved a sigh of relief.
Chloe smiled sweetly and leaned into Christina. "I am now, though," she whispered seductively.
"Oh really?" Christina blushed.
"Indeed," Chloe smirked. "Indeed."
"I'm a fan of yours, as well," Christina whispered back. "What say you, me, and the pierced superstar go someplace a little more intimate? You willing to share him?"
Chloe nodded. "Hell yeah, come on."
Benji watched the two girls whispering to one another, and then gazed in awe as Chloe grabbed his hand and Christina lead them further into the backstage maze.
*~*~*
"Now," she grinned. "Here's the rules."
Benji watched in awe as his girlfriend and Christina lay on the couch naked. They had stripped one another, gave each other tongue baths, and they were now eyeing him seductively. Sure, he grinned, I have died and gone to lesbian heaven.
"You can touch me, taste me, bite me, beat me," Christina smirked and licked her lips. "But you cannot cum inside me!"
Benji nodded.
Chloe grinned. "Those are fine by me."
Christina smirked. "I'm not done yet."
Benji and Chloe glanced at her expectantly.
"Oh?" Benji grinned.
"When we're done, I keep Chloe for the night."
Chloe felt her breathing come to a freezing halt, Benji eyeing her with jealousy and delight. His wet dream wanted to steal his girlfriend.
"Agreed?" she beamed.
Chloe looked to Benji, who nodded hesitantly.
"You don't like sharing her, do you, Benji?" Christina taunted as she stalked towards him. She reached a long arm towards his belt buckle, undoing it slowly and allowing his baggy Dickies to crash to the carpet.
"I, uh, sure, uh, no?" Benji stuttered.
Christina giggled. "You're so cute."
Benji nodded and gulped as he felt her hand sink inside his boxers. Her hand wrapped slowly around his length, and he felt his heart beat race to ten time its normal rate.
"You like that, hmm?" she cooed.
He nodded.
