Reindling Old Friendships

Rekindling Old Friendships - (Hey Sax Man!)

Blackstallion21

*Disclaimer: Trigger Warning -...This Story May Make a Few Readers Uncomfortable Due to Content. - Drug Reference - CNC - Erotic Coupling

From the Desk of Blackstallion21: To All of My Readers, Followers, and Friends that I have met along the years on all of the different sites that I have posted stories too, First of all I want to say Thank you for making me the success that I am. Without readers, authors like me wouldn't have motivation to keep writing. I've said all of that to say this! I'm BACK, and Back with a Vengeance! This was Supposed to be the Last Story that I was ever going to write, and I was hanging up my hat, but fortunately for You, I decided to change my mind, and now this is the Opener Story to My Second Book!

This is Dedicated to an old friend of mine, We go Way Back, Like Four Flats on a Cadillac! May your Music Career Blossom like the Flower you are! Good Luck in all you do!

P.S....To my loyal readers, and the people out there that actually know me, I'm writing this as a Fictional Story, and quoting steps of my REAL LIFE that I have gone through in the past "as a Musician." Some of the parts of this story are true, and others are not. You'll have to figure that out on your own! I also have a Dream of Owning my own Establishment. A Jazz Cafe to give my gift of music back to the community and the world, so this story hits home for me! Keep me in your prayers, maybe my dream will become reality in more ways than one!

I love you all, and God Bless once again...It Feels So Good To Be Back!

Keep Reading, Happy Orgasms, and Stay Kinky!

~BS21~

Approaching Forty, I had just about given up on having a relationship that mattered for anything. At the most, I had accepted everything that came along with being a man over forty who was lonely, who may run into and meet a divorcée that had three kids. Then there was also maybe accepting the fact that I may never marry and that would be that. I had just come to terms with it, being a chef/ musician had kept me single my entire life.

I was always a busy man. I've had my share of relationships, flings, and one night stands, but I never expected what happened the week of my Fortieth birthday to actually happen to me.

I was at the height of my career that I had created three years before my fortieth birthday, when I was finally able to get funding for my own restaurant. When I finally did, it ended up ballooning into an empire, and an overnight success story. I did so much business in its first year, that I had to open up a second location just to draw the attention off of the original place. With that, unfortunately, I was either too busy with my business, or just not interested to actually be in a relationship. Now that things were starting to settle down, I was beginning to realize there was something missing in my life.

I'm the type of person that wants things done my way or no way at all. If you want something done right, "Do It Yourself;" my mother always told me. I'm the Lead Musician, Chef and Owner Operator of my restaurants, and time is the only thing you can't get back, so I used it wisely.

I am always developing a new recipe, or trying to perfect an old one. If I wasn't in the kitchen, I was behind the bar bartending, or in the office crunching numbers, fixing the sound on the stage, calling songs on stage, or SOMETHING! I was always on the move! Yeah, I had people in place to do all of these things, but when it's your own personal baby, you tend to care for it more so than if someone else was running the show. You know how it is...

Anyway, I wasn't always the ladies man, but on the flip side of the coin, I never had a problem getting laid. Well when I really wanted to. I have always had problems being portrayed as "The Nice Guy, or Not Someone's Type" because I am a bigger build guy with manors. (Unfortunately modern day society fucking sucks and focus' on how skinny you are as their first response, instead of what your personality reflects! Also, Nice Guys Finish Last, and in this society, being nice gets you nowhere!)

But Dad-bods and Good Personalities are making a comeback and when I really liked what I saw, and wanted it BAD, I could normally land the ladies... That stemmed all of the way from way back until present day. ~But that's enough background on me...

'This One Night... at the bar...'

*****

I would take a few nights off a month to play and to run the band. I had a Music Director, as I mentioned, but when I'm in the house, This is My House! I would sit in on the drums certain nights and jump on the keys other nights. I'd go up on stage and push my musicians off of their instruments, sometimes standing in for a song and other times the full set.

I wouldn't really push them physically or bully them, they all knew I liked running things. Most of them would gladly hand over their instruments to me, and go to the bar for a drink. I also played the bass, and sang, and... and... and... I loved the fact that I was finally in the position to Run my Own Establishment. (If I haven't mentioned it enough times already!) The high I get when I'm performing has never gone away and I was already in operation for three years at this point, and there was no turning back!

I had grabbed my "axe" that night and strapped up. My favorite instrument of all of the ones I played was my Saxophone. It gave me such a high belting out the harmonies, or the solos on songs and showing off my talent.

I was in love with my saxes. I'm still madly in love with all of my saxes! I own a soprano, two alto's and a tenor, and one of these days, I'm going to complete the set and get a baritone!

I stepped on stage and looked over my empire! The bartenders were slinging drinks, busy servers buzzed all over the floor, delivering food and alcohol. I turned around and smiled at the amazing group of people that were on stage with me. They loved me, and I loved them more! I was proud to call everyone on my staff family. I was very blessed to have them all. I knew everyone by name, down to the dishwasher, and the janitor. I didn't feel like a business owner, or their boss, This was my family! (Perks of being forty and not married, I was married to my work.)

The white hot lights were beaming down on all of us like the old days when we were performing out in the street, and the stage was set. Mikey was on Keys, Jerome was strapped to the bass, Eric had his sticks crossed in his hands waiting patiently on my cue.

Pam, Jack, and Tyler had their sax, trumpet, and trombone ready at hand, and Jared was attached to the electric guitar. Then there was little old me front and center, mic inches away from my face...

"Ladies and Gentlemen, The owner of this establishment would like me to welcome you all. Welcome to The Glass Slipper Jazz Cafe! This is The Beautiful House Band!

Find a Server and grab something off of the menu. Go see one of the beautiful ladies behind the bar for the coldest beer or one of the tastiest cocktails in the county. Please enjoy the rest of your night!

My name is Alan, and this is my Bar!" I boomed across the speakers. The place erupted in deafening noise!

"ONE... TWO... ONE, TWO, THREE AND..."

Jared scratched out the first couple notes to "Papa's Got A Brand New Bag" by James Brown, and the whole band screamed the opening statement of the song. Before you knew what was happening, the whole bar was jumping!

I grabbed my horn, and started ripping off the James Brown solo of the song, and at the end of each stanza I stepped into the mic and sang, "He Ain't No Drag," and the rest of the band answered, "Papa's Got A Brand New Bag!"

After about an hour, my mouth was dry after playing a saxophone non-stop. I could feel my heartbeat in my fingertips, so I got ready to step off of the stage. "Ladies and Gentlemen, The Glass Slipper House Band Under the Direction of Mikey "Keys" Johnson, and the Tutelage of Yours Truly!," As I spoke into the mic, the place got loud once again.

I stepped off stage and made a bee-line towards the bar for something to pour down my throat. I didn't see this little young lady, who was staring at me intently for the last hour, watched me all of the way to the bar, and crept up behind me. She didn't make herself known to me until Samantha walked up to me. "The usual boss?"

"Yes Ma'am, make it a double please." I said, as she sat the rocks glass she had in her hand onto the bar. She turned and grabbed the bottle of Angel's Envy Whiskey from the top shelf behind her.

"Put that on my tab please?" came a small voice from behind me.

"I'm sure he would appreciate that, but he kind of owns the joint." Samantha answered back. "Why don't you let us buy you a drink?"

"That's awfully kind of you, but I'm going to act like I don't know that he's your boss, and that he owns the place. So, please, if you'd let me, I'd like to buy a drink for a guy I've been staring down all night. Maybe he'll notice me if I do."

"Yes Ma'am! I'm no cock-block, do what you do," Samantha apologized, "I stand corrected."

"I'm so sorry little lady, what's your name? I most definitely didn't notice you staring at me, because I would have been the smart ass that would have called you out over the microphone." I laughed, taking the drink from Samantha. "And what are you having? I prefer not to drink solo."

"Lilly. I'll have one of what he's having." she answered me, then looked towards Sam.

Samantha grabbed another rocks glass, and went to pour. "A few rocks, please. I don't want to wake the fire breathing dragon in my belly just yet." Lilly smiled.

"I have always Loved the sound of a saxophone. It's so sweet and sultry, and the sound of the tenor just does something to me. You sounded great tonight. Cheers!"

I raised my glass to hers, then brought it to my lips. "There's just something about Angel's Envy." I said, drinking, then breathing out the fumes of the liquor.

"Yeah," Lilly coughed, "...Should have let the ice melt for a few more seconds. It burns going down warm, but Momma Ain't Raise No Bitch! Bottoms Up!" She raised her glass again, then finished the whiskey in her glass.

Samantha poured us another round and walked away, putting the bottle away. Lilly sat her glass down on the bar and looked up at me with big doe eyes, smiling really big.

"I'm a whiskey girl at heart, that's some good shit."

I smiled at her, "So Lilly what brings you into The Glass Slipper tonight?"

"I'm new in town and my girlfriend lives down the street. She loves this bar. She told me the food was off the charts, and the Saxophone Player was sexy as fuck!"

"Oh, did she now?" I questioned, as I laughed at her, bringing my drink back to my lips.

"Okay, you got me, I may have embellished on the last part, but where's the lie?"

"Thank you very much, and a little embellishment goes a long way!" I said. "Also in my personal opinion, the food, I would have to say, is fucking fantastic. I know the guy who creates the menu. Secondly, thank you for listening to your friend and coming to check us out.

I opened this location three years ago, and I opened the sister location GS2 about a year ago. It's been a journey of epic proportions in no time flat! I love what I do, and I love being able to give back to the community through music and a friendly atmosphere. It's fun here and we're all family, so it makes it a beautiful combination."

"THIS IS A FIVE MINUTE WARNING TO ALL BAND MEMBERS... A FIVE MINUTE WARNING... ALAN THAT MEANS YOU TOO! BRING YOUR BLACK ASS BACK UP HERE ON STAGE, THESE PEOPLE WANNA HEAR THAT SAX AGAIN!" Keys' voice boomed across the speaker system.

I looked up at him, and shook my finger as if to scold him. "FIVE MINUTES! YOU HEARD ME! I DON'T CARE WHO YOU ARE! YOU DON'T SCARE ME, BRING YOUR BIG TEDDY BEAR ASS! YOU CAN'T FIRE ME, YOU LOVE ME TOO MUCH!" he continued.

"NO, UNFORTUNATELY I CAN'T!" I screamed back at him. "I NEED YOU ENTIRELY TOO MUCH TO FIRE YOU! NOW SHUT IT, CAN'T YOU SEE I'M BUSY WITH THIS GORGEOUS SPECIMEN? START WITHOUT ME!"

I turned back in Lilly's direction and smiled, "I'm sorry, love."

"Well, don't forget me after you're done! I wasn't done with our conversation." Lilly said, grabbing my hand, looking up at me again. "Bottom's Up!" she said almost smashing our glasses together, and chugging the rest of the whiskey in her glass.

"Samantha! Take Care of this girl!" I screamed down the bar towards the bar manager.

"Got it Boss!"

*****

"Ladies And Gentlemen, Bringing Back to the Stage, THE BADDEST BAND IN ALL OF THE LAND... THE GLASS SLIPPER HOUSE BAND!" Keys' voice escalated over the microphone. "COMING BACK TO THE STAGE, JEROME ON BASS... ERIC ON THE STICKS... THE WORLD'S BADDEST HORN SECTION... PAM ON SAX, JACK ON THE TRUMPET, TYLER ON TROMBONE... JARED SHREDDING THE LEAD GUITAR, AND I'M MIKEY "KEYS" JOHNSON, YOUR MUSIC DIRECTOR. PLEASE PUT YOUR PAWS TOGETHER FOR THE OWNER OF THE HOUSE, ALAN MICHAELSON ON ALL OF THE SAXES AND WHATEVER DAMN INSTRUMENT HE DECIDES TO PICK UP WHEN HE STEPS ON STAGE!

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WE ARE THE GLASS SLIPPER HOUSE BAND!"

I walked back through the crowd shaking hands, and kissing babies. Well no babies, maybe a few ladies, but you know what I mean. It was always a good feeling performing for the house, and hearing all of the screaming, and clapping of the fans in the house. - I was truly blessed!

I walked up the stage steps, and took my place, facing the crowd.

"Can We Slow It Down For You A Little Bit, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN? BIG DADDY, YOU WANNA SLOW IT DOWN?" Keys piped up. "BAND, LET'S SHOW EM WHAT THE BOSS CAN DO! GRAB THAT SOPRANO BIG MAN! BAND, LET'S GIVE 'EM SOME KENNY G!"

"SONGBIRD" BY KENNY G ON BIG DADDY'S CUE! STICKS, YOU READY? HORNS, YOU READY? BIG DADDY, THE BAND'S ALL YOURS!"

I grabbed my soprano sax and clipped on my bell microphone. "The World's Best Hype Man! Ladies and Gentlemen, Mikey "Keys" Johnson!" I turned and bowed towards Mikey.

"Band, Some Kenny G Please! Unless you would like to hear an endless loop of "Careless Whisper!" I said, cracking up laughing.

"Oh, OH! Now We're Playing That Next!" Mikey snapped back...

"BAND... ONE... TWO... ONE, TWO THREE, ANDDDDDDD..." I counted the song off, and "Sticks" jumped on the beat, bringing the song in. The house lights dimmed.The spinning disco ball lowered from the ceiling, casting sparkles all over the room. I started playing and looked down into the crowd on the restaurant floor, and a lightbulb went off in my head.

(Off Topic)

So when I put the floor plan of the restaurant together, I had the idea to make the stage and the "orchestra pit" in front of the stage the most comfortable place in the building. Who wants to stand while enjoying a show? No one wants hard back seats with no cushioning under their ass while they're trying to enjoy a show, right? And who wants high top tables, or anything about the traditional seating set up of a bar /restaurant in a concert setting? Certainly not me!

Nah, you want a whole ass living room set up, Don't you? So, with that in mind, I took the luxury of making all of the seating as comfortable as possible. I set up couches, love seats, recliners, coffee tables, end tables, automens, and the whole-nine-yards across the front of the stage!

(Back to the story)

Now that you've got that mental image, I decided to walk off of the stage, and started strolling through the crowd. I loved playing sweet nothings into every ear drum that would accept my sexy sultriness! I would walk up to someone random, and stand over them while playing.

Other times, I would occasionally sit my big ass on someone's knee. (You'd be surprised at the amount of people who let my big ass sit across their knees, or in their laps while playing a saxophone! The shit would absolutely blow your mind!) I would also sit beside people on the couch they were on, stand on the coffee tables, or whatever it took to get the best crowd reaction.

Crowd reactions get the biggest rise out of me. It's even better seeing the reactions on people's faces when I would do something out of the ordinary. I've always been a showman.

Just then, I saw her! Miss Lilly from the bar! She was sitting beside who I'm assuming was her best friend. I locked eyes with her and slowly made my way back to where she was sitting. I realized that the song was set to end very soon. I turned and looked at the band, raised my hand, circling it in the air, as to tell the band to continue to loop the song for me.

I walked up to Lilly, and her best friend. The song just so happened to be in one of the moments where Kenny G just rips the shit out of his saxophone. So, what did I do? I ripped that motherfucker a new asshole as if I were performing in front of thousands.

I walked up to Lilly's friend first and started going to town. Her eyes got as big as coffee cup saucers, and her bottom jaw about dropped clean into her lap.

Just as she started to drool, I stepped in front of Lilly who was sitting straight up on the edge of the couch in tip toe anticipation, and I stepped in really close to her. I was straddling her left leg, and towering over her with the bell of my saxophone in her face.

Her black skirt had started riding up the outside of her legs as they involuntarily spread themselves for me as I stepped closer. She seemed to be caught in a trance, and was fixated on my every move.

Then as if the trance was broken, the spirit flushed back into her eyes and the trance went away. The look of lust replaced the lost look. Her mouth, that was slightly ajar; closed and she licked her lips. She took both hands and reached out, clasping my right leg on both sides about mid thigh.

Just then, fire flashed in her eyes. She took her right hand and slowly started sliding it up my thigh towards my crotch. This was not at all what I was expecting, and she definitely caught me off guard.

Not to be out done, I stepped into her, and looked down into her eyes, playing harder as something else got hard right above where her hand was.

She proceeded to move her hand higher and made contact with my now hardening dick. I had to step backwards and away from her because that was Most Definitely Not in the Show Notes!

Who was this little vixen, and why was she turning me on?

I took a bow, finishing my staggered, half interrupted solo, and turned to walk back towards the stage. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, BIG DADDY!!!!!" Keys shouted over the band.

I walked back up on stage, and finished the song. Once finished, I turned to bow to the band, then I turned back around to the crowd, raised my hands, giving cue, and all together, we all (stood and) bowed together

As I proceeded to walk off of the stage I was called out.

"Umm... Excuse me, Boss Man..." Pamela came over her microphone, "I think you said you were playing an indefinite, if not endless loop of "Careless Whisper" as the next song!"

"Bitch, please! You act like that wasn't just a nine minute, indefinite, if not endless loop of Kenny G!"I responded into my microphone, looking at Pam.

"You know what?... You're Right! Wait a Minute, Do You Really Want to Hear That Song?" I asked, turning back to the crowd, to which they responded with more noise.

"You're right, I'll start it, then Ladies and Gentlemen, Pamela, The Glass Slipper's Star Saxophonist is going to take over and finish it! Is that alright?

I SAID, IS THAT ALRIGHT WITH Y'ALL?" I boomed into the microphone towards the crowd looking for some noise.

They didn't disappoint, and gave me a healthy dose of just that, lots more noise.

I grabbed my alto saxophone, and counted off the song.

"ONE, TWO, THREE, AND...

DWEE DO DO, DOO...

DWEE DO DO, DOO...

DWEE DO DO, DOO...DOO..."

I started belting out the main phrase of Careless Whisper on my Alto sax, and before I knew it, I heard the harmony of a second sax. We ripped the shit out of the beginning of the song. The band was behind us quickly. I looked over the crowd and everyone was into it.