There was a moment of relative quiet, as the band went on break, but before the jukebox blared. Only a few of the patrons had noticed Mina, and it took the rest of that brief moment for others to begin to notice. Then, from near the front, a jukebox began to blare a Dave Matthews song, and as Mina began to strut towards the door, a certain playful lyric danced in her ears.
"Hike up your skirt a little more, and show the world to me."
She couldn't do that, but she could do the next best thing. Just before reaching the door, Mina gently grasped her pants and tugged them up, making absolutely sure anybody who was looking would see just how nice her ass was. Mina made sure she tugged her thong up too, not for the pleasure of her viewers, but for her own. She loved the feel of the soft pink cotton brushing against her asshole, teasing her for as long as she wore them.
Then Mina pushed the door open herself, and walked outside.
She saw the singer standing by the corner of the building, puffing at a cigarette. Mina's nose wrinkled. Definitely hand rolled clove cigarettes, and not good ones. Her prey noticed her, and quickly dropped the lumpy parody of a smoke, quashing it beneath the heel of his black boot. Mina let her eyes wander from the boot, up the tight blue jeans, with a much more satisfying lump in the crotch. She let her eyes linger, then quickly flicker up the rest of his body to his face.
She felt no need to be secretive about her intentions.
"Come on back to the parking lot," he said, his voice a little arrogant. Warm brown eyes beckoned while his lightly stubbled face smirked. Mina chuckled and led the way, turning the corner and heading towards the back parking lot. As she entered the riverside parking area, she saw two vans. Bands still drove in vans, didn't they?
One was a fairly standard looking arrangement, a large, old baby-blue mammoth that had probably been made in the 90's, and the other was...
Inspired.
It had to be even older, and had a large airbrushed graphic of a wizard solving math problems in his crystal ball, while a massive flame rose behind him. A faux-medieval font at odds with the bright, neon green colour of the letters spelled out EDUCATION = FUN above the cackling warlock. Mina felt a lump rise in her throat, and hoped to shit that wasn't the one.
Luckily the singer passed Mina, and headed towards the more discrete vehicle.
"So, do you like to get wild?" the singer asked., leaning against the side of the van.
Mina smirked, letting her hips rock gently, side to side. "I wouldn't be here if I wasn't all about having fun tonight."
The singer laughed and glanced down at his feet, then back at Mina. He was cute. "I mean, do you like to get really wild?"
His only response he received was the curling of Mina's fingers as she slid her hand down her pants, letting them get slick with the dampness that had already set in, and the slow, deliberate delivery of these fingers to her tongue. As Mina slowly licked each finger clean, she betrayed none of her surprise as the singer opened the back doors of the van, revealing the drummer sitting there. Instead Mina approached, chuckling. "And the guitarist isn't joining in?"
Her heart was racing, despite how bold she was acting. She'd always been curious about a threesome. She'd always wanted a threesome. And here it was.
Mina's heart began to hammer so hard she didn't even hear what the men were saying. The drummer was a muscular sort, shaved bald, his arms -- and probably more -- adorned with tattoos.
Mina stepped into the van. Mina's heart felt like it would burst; she could hear it in her ears. The only other thing she could hear were her thoughts. "This is happening this is happening oh my god it's two men and look at how big that is oh my god how this is happening"
Her nipples hardened, and she could feel the muscles of her pussy clench as a sudden extra wetness flooded her. As the singer followed Mina into the van, he began to shut the door, and Mina finally noticed the floor was bare save a thin mattress, a sheet freshly laid over it.
"I'm going to get fucked I'm going to get fucked I'm going to get fucked by two huge guys oh my god oh my god ohmygod"
Mina crawled onto the mattress on her hands and knees, letting her ass sway in the air, knowing the two men were watching intently. The sudden slamming of the doors was like a splash of cold water, and for a moment Mina almost panicked. Then as she looked back, and slipped around to face the men, she felt herself oddly relaxed.
"These men are here to please me. I'm going to... use them." Mina began to chuckle as she watched the men unzip their jeans, and finally spoke aloud.
"This is really sleazy, you know that?" Mina purred.
The vocalist shrugged. "Your point being?"
Mina quirked an eyebrow, then slinked towards the drummer by one side of the van, letting her fingertips brush against the lump covered just barely by thin boxers. "My point being, you two had better know a thing or two about giving a slut like me the dirty, sleazy sex she wants."
Mina stretched her arms above her head, so pleased with herself that she hummed a teasing tune. The singer continued to undress himself at the other wall, while the drummer had stopped. Offering a brief, flirting glance at the vocalist, Mina began to strip the drummer bare, his cheap t-shirt stretched over a broad, muscular frame. There were a lot more tattoos on his chest. She amused herself with picking out elements she knew. This man was not someone who planned ahead -- his ink jobs were all from separate periods, by different artists of varying skill and colour use, but there was a certain brutish charm to it as it all came together as a whole. A nude Bettie Page lookalike rode atop an eight-pointed star, the top point covering her loins while a double headed eagle sat on her shoulder. Much of his chest was about as absurd, iconography both cliched and unique forming a psychedelic hellscape.
It was so completely ridiculous and out there that Mina couldn't help but enjoy it, and she gave Bettie Page a gentle kiss, then let the tip of her tongue drift down to the centre of the star. "I'm a patron of the arts, you know" Mina laughed, then quickly slipped her own shirt off. She sat beside the drummer, her back against the wall of the van, and finally beckoned the suddenly pouting vocalist over.
Now, with one man on either side of her, Mina lolled her head back and whispered, breathless, "Dig in, boys."
She squeezed her eyes shut, mouth caught open as she felt the men begin to suck on her tits while one of them slid a hand down the tight black pants she still wore. As her nipples began to fall victim to quick, sharp love-bites, Mina shuddered as a chilling bolt of pleasure snaked down her back and her skin goosebumped. That shiver only caused her nipples to be tugged by those same love-bites, and even if it hurt just a bit, it was such a good hurt.
Meanwhile the fingers wasted no time invading her womanhood, the owners hand having slid beneath the thong. Mina could feel them, two of them, thick and heavy things, slowly curling and uncurling, brushing against her g-spot, and then, unbelievably, Mina felt a thumb circling around her clit. It felt so fucking good. So incredibly fucking good!
Mina gasped; it normally took more foreplay to feel as hot as she did now, but the animal lust was pushing her far, and fast. She didn't know the names of these men. They didn't know hers. They were all there to do one thing and one thing only, and that was to get off, followed quickly by getting lost.
Mina pulled her head back up, eyes opening, and felt another flood of juices splatter against the hand so ruthlessly going straight for the hot spots. She watched the two men, her body shaking, as they continued to assault her breasts with teeth and tongue and lips and Mina couldn't help but let her mind circle around those ideas.
Teeth, tongue, lips, teeth, tongue, lips, teeth, tongue, lips! Of total strangers, too, torturing her tits. And there was more. More more more. Mina began to shakily unbutton and unzip her pants, wanting to get them off, noting the drummer -- he was the one with his hand invading her -- kept moving his wrist and forearm, making it difficult to Mina, like some sort of asshole. Normally that wasn't her type, but he was being just the right kind of asshole at the moment, because Mina didn't really mind with how fucking good she felt.
Finally Mina relented, and put her hands on the shoulders of the men, pushing them away from her chest. Mina didn't say a word as she slipped down onto the mattress, turning around to look at the two men. She let her eyes do the talking for her. They flickered back and forth between the men as she finally got her hands on their now exposed members. Mina began to stroke the rigid shafts, letting her shoulders roll a little, causing her tits to bounce.
Mina licked her lips, then spoke in words that dripped with eagerness. "So are you gonna use me as your little cum dumpster?"
The vocalist stared in shock. It was such a filthy pairing of words, such a nasty concept, and Mina loved it. She loved the idea of having man after man, and taking his cum however she wanted. She knew what mindless lust felt like, and wanted to lose herself in it tonight. Apparently this singer wasn't the cool ace he thought.
The drummer, however, simple gave a quick, quiet "Gonna use this bitch however I need," his voice deep, dark and a little clipped. His voice was a giveaway. He didn't talk much, and when he did he was direct, but he knew what he liked. "I fuckin' love groupies."
Mina giggled, then slowly began to lean towards the drummer, her eyes locking with his while both of her hands still stroked. "I'm no groupie."
