Once the new recordings were pressed on a CD and uploaded on i-tunes the band prepared for another tour.
Mark their manager set up a month long trip, one long leg rather than many little ones like the last tour. Interest in the band was growing and it was easier to get consistent gigs.
Mark came and asked Payton to have a business meeting before their first show of the new tour.
"Payton I want to talk to you about your look." Mark said closing the door to her dressing room. "The songs are much more sexual now, and you are very beautiful. You have this girl next door look going right now, but your singing isn't like that anymore."
"You want me to sleaze it up?" she asked, unsure of how she felt about that.
"Naw. Nothing slutty. That isn't you. But something more sexual somehow. More in keeping with the sound. A more experienced manger would probably know what to do, but you are the first female singer I've worked with and I like you too much to make you into a commodity. But we need to find a new thing."
"I get it. I'll think about it. I'll look online for some ideas, and I think you should do that too. I already feel like I'm 'in character' out there, so we can massage that and find something appropriate."
"Yeah. Great. That is the spirit. I love the new sound; let's get the look in line with that." He let himself out.
Looking in the mirror at her straight hair and t-shirt and jeans she saw what Mark was talking about. Payton still looked like a girl in her parent's garage practicing her craft. Now she was a woman out on the road supporting a second independent album. One with a focused sexualized vibe. She needed to support that sound.
Rummaging through her suitcase she saw that she had very little that would work for the stage persona she was looking for.
Doing her best she dressed and did her hair and make-up with the thought of being as sexual as she could with the wardrobe she had.
Payton went out on stage that night in a mini skirt with fishnet stalking and a short sleeved button up shirt with a few extra buttons undone. Her bright red bra was clearly visible in the open space between the undone buttons and she felt scandalous knowing her minimal cleavage was on display.
Her hair was more teased up and her make up a little more sexual. She shadowed her eyes more, and gave herself longer lashes, and brighter cheeks. She wore a crimson lipstick that matched her bra and the woman singing the songs that night looked a few years older and more overtly sensual.
Within two songs a crowd of men lined the edge of the stage, and she felt like an exhibitionist. Bending down as she sang, Payton let the men see the swells of her breasts. Lifting a leg up onto the monitor she had in front of her she gave them a glimpse under her skirt at the panties that matched the bra she wore.
All through the first set Payton sang and teased both her audience and the men in the band, who were all watching this new version of their singer closely.
Payton spent more time posing and letting her audience watch her than ever before. She strutted the stage and emulated all her favorite rock stars by engaging the crowd and the band in new and exciting ways. The whole enterprise had her feeling amazing and aroused.
By the time the first set was over she was wet with desire. Showing off like that was getting her really horny.
Taking a break, the band scattered after slapping each other on the back and laughing at how amazing the energy in the room was.
As she leaned against a wall to the side of the stage Payton caught her breath and marveled at the great reaction everyone was having to her performance.
A handsome man in his early thirties approached her with two clear bottled beers and offered her one.
"You guys are amazing. You are such an incredible singer." He said over the sound of background music in the room.
She stood up straight, took the beer and looked at the bottom to see if anything was dissolving in the bubbles. She didn't need to be spiked. "Thank you."
"Your music is incredible. Did you write those songs?"
"I did. Me and the guitar player."
"Are they about him?"
"They are about a lot of things." She replied evasively. Was he hitting on her?
"Well they are about sex, that is for sure."
"Sometimes." She leaned back against a wall letting herself enjoy the beer, which she only sipped.
"Look," he said, "I'll be straight with you. I would love to spend the night with you. You are rocking my world. I'm hoping you don't have a thing going with that guy, but if you do please just let me down easy and tell me before I fall in love and make a fool of myself."
Payton laughed at his earnest delivery, and he grinned back. Feeling squishy between her legs she impulsively did something she couldn't believe she was doing.
"How would you like to give me head?" she asked, shocked at her own audacity.
"Really?" He gaped. "I would love that!"
"Okay. That's all though. I still have two more sets and don't have much time. But I need to get off right now."
"Wow! Sure!"
"Come on then."
Leading him back to her dressing room Payton was reeling from what she was doing. She felt clear and sober, but her pussy was dripping and burning for some attention making her do something she would never normally do.
Closing the door behind him she went to a counter by the sink in the little room. The man came up beside her and put his beer bottle down next to her. Sinking to his knees he looked up at her, eager but waiting patiently.
Payton unzipped her skirt and pulled it off, she pulled off her fishnets and then, trembling nervously, she pulled down her panties. Never in her twenty years had she had sex with a stranger, and certainly not in such a transactional way, but the need to get off, and the thrill of using this handsome man to do it was far too intoxicating not to do.
Lifting her leg up onto the counter she exposed herself lewdly to this complete stranger. The man sighed and leaned forward and began to lick around the larger lips of her soaking snatch. Moaning softly with pleasure Payton was thrilled to be so vulgar, so lewd.
As the man warmed to his activity he began to lap and slurp on her delicate inner lips driving her mad with lust. He brushed her sensitive sex with his chin and mouth, licking her slit greedily.
His technique was good and he had her quivering with passion in moments. Feeling her lust build excitingly, Payton felt music burbling up in her throat. Reaching for her phone on the counter Payton opened her voice memo ap and began to sing into it.
The man looked up from where he nuzzled her sex and he smiled at the sight of her singing a song he was helping her make.
The tune explored her carnal pleasure at using a stranger. Odd bits of lyrics relating the obscenity of her position and situation bubbled out of her gasping mouth. The man licked her clit and plunged his tongue into her depths and she sang about it. She wailed along with his lashing tongue and created a new melody as her orgasm built up.
When the man slid a finger inside her and curled it around to touch her g-spot she lost all ability to sing and she shouted her climax into her machine. Her body clenched and released in a special rhythm only it knew the reasons for, and Payton rode the waves of delight as she pressed her hips forward urging her lover to dive deeper and please her more.
Eventually her orgasm passed and she gasped from the pleasure as her body trembled with gratification.
Shivering with delight she pushed his face from her tender pussy and smiled down at him.
"Thank you." She said simply.
"No. Thank you. I hope that song makes it onto the next album. I feel immortalized."
Wiping his chin for him with her hand she smiled happily.
"I bet it will. That was inspiring."
She then dressed again and washed her hands. Drinking some more of the beer she gestured for him to leave. "I have to get back out there. My turn at the merchandize table."
They left, her on slightly unsteady legs and him with a grin from ear to ear.
A brief stint at the merchandize table and the many compliments from the people buying their t-shirts and CD's made Payton feel almost as good as the orgasm had.
The rest of the night went just as well. The crowd loved the second and third sets, the bar full and rowdy as the band ripped through their new numbers driving the crowd into a rock and roll frenzy.
Dripping sweat from the aggressive, energetic show the band met backstage and congratulated each other on giving their all. Feeling like rewarding herself for both a fantastic show, and for pushing her own sexual boundaries Payton went back into the bar with the band for a couple drinks. Something she rarely did.
As the band sat at a table in the back of the room, trying to keep things private even though a crowd of well-wishers and women and men blatantly offering a night together gathered trying to get the band's attention. The band toasted their joy at being young and popular.
The guys were overjoyed at having Payton join them and she regretted it when she felt the fatigue in her voice demand she go someplace quiet and rest.
