Author's Note: Sorry for the time between chapters. This one contains a pretty significant bondage scene, and it's something John and I both aren't super comfortable with. It's outside our usual operating zone, and I wanted to try to do it justice because I think it's important to our understanding of the characters here. This will be a key point of growth as we move forward. And, of course, there's lots of fun smut here.
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The first Stages Tour after-party took two days to recover from. The massive entourage moved over to Phoenix for its next series of shows, and it tested our plans for keeping up with Katie while she moved around the continent. I went to each show, but flew home right after to spend the night at home. On the final night, all of us attended to cheer on Katie. It was more fun watching from backstage with Kat, Jess, and Rita with me. We were all incredibly proud of her, and you could see her blossoming with confidence as the tour progressed through each show.
Having the girls present made our usual acoustic set interlude a little more interesting. That's because there was an undercurrent of rivalry building between Emily and Kat. It started the first night in Phoenix, when Jake joined the mid-set blow job and asked Kat -- who joined me for all the Phoenix shows -- to give it to him. She hadn't been a part of the mid-show rendezvous before, and Emily, who was prideful and sassy, acted like Jake was doing it just to taunt her.
Jake was even-keeled, though, and ignored her attitude. On the second night, he did it again, and Emily was just as annoyed. Kat tried to smooth things over, but Emily didn't communicate. She acted purely on emotion. She ignored it when Jake pointed out that Emily was giving head to someone else. The tension was uncomfortable because it was so unusual. But Emily was young, only twenty-three, and this was her first big tour. The pressure for BowHaus, her and Jake's band, was huge.
So after their set the third and final night, Kat pulled Emily aside. Jake and I both saw it, and we sort of hovered over them nervously. These weren't the kind of fireworks anyone needed.
"Hey," Kat said, "do you wanna do a bump with me?"
Emily eyed her warily but said, "Yeah, cool."
We were still backstage, so Kat pulled out a coke bullet discreetly, and she steered the two of them behind some blackout curtains that hung nearby.
"What's that?" Emily asked, her eyes wide and nostrils flaring. She had a slightly larger, upturned nose, which added to her exotic looks.
"This?" Kat said. "Oh, it's a coke bullet! This is a magical little guy. You just prime it like this, hold it to your noise, and, poof! Perfect little bump. And it's so easy to do in public. You know, keep yourself with the perfect buzz all night long."
"That's so fucking cool," Emily said. Her translucent blue eyes were dancing now.
"Okay, I lied about one thing," Kat said. "They're not little bumps. We have kind of rigged it to be the same as a good-sized line. But, well, who doesn't want a good-sized line, right?"
Kat's words came quickly. Part of that was the cocaine already coursing through her system. But part of it was nerves. She didn't want this conflict. She was moderating the irritation she harbored over Emily's immaturity, which she saw as a temper tantrum, and nervousness about bringing the fight to her.
"I've never seen anything like this," Emily said.
"Go ahead," Kat said. "Try it. I've already primed it, so you just have to snort it."
Emily followed Kat's instructions, and a wide grin crossed her face as she felt the powder flying up her nose when she sniffed.
"Oh, wow!" Emily said. "That's incredible!"
"Here, do another," Kat said. "Just prime it."
She demonstrated how to turn the screw-like knob on the exterior, which turned over the small scoop-like mechanism inside that placed another bump into place. She handed it back to Emily, and another bump shot up her other nostril.
"Fucking genius," Emily said.
"It is," Kat said, smiling and nodding as she primed the bullet again. She quickly did two bumps for herself. "And it helps that it's such good quality. It's so soft and pure? You can really get by not even doing lines when you've got this little guy."
"This is the best coke I've ever had," Emily said. "I don't even know how much it costs by the gram."
Kat laughed and said, "Oh, sweetie, we aren't buying by the gram. More like the kilo."
Emily's jaw dropped.
"And we're not dealing, either," Kat added quickly.
"Well, shit, I'd do anything to keep getting shit this pure," Emily said.
"That's easy," Kat said, her voice suddenly taking on a more serious tone, although it was still friendly and warm. "Let's just be friends. Cool?"
"Yeah, I guess maybe I haven't been warm and fuzzy, have I?" Emily said.
"I get it, girl," Kat said. "You're under a lot of pressure. You feel like one fuck up will blow this opportunity. But, let me tell you, even if I don't know exactly what your position is like? It's going to be a lot easier if you try to enjoy it. And you are enjoying it. I guess what I mean is that you can't let petty shit undermine you."
"I know, I know," Emily said, a little defensive. "There is a lot of pressure."
Then Kat played her best card, the one she had sussed out because of her impeccable intuition.
"And it would also help if you told Jake how you feel about him," she said. "Don't just assume he sees it the same way you do. Boys are idiots. You have to spoon feed them."
Emily laughed.
"You think so?" Emily said. "I just sort of figured it was obvious."
"Sweetie, let me tell you something," she said. "Nothing is obvious for the man in your life. Tell him how you feel. If you get the communication between you two to that level? You'll realize it takes care of a lot -- maybe not all, but a lot -- of your problems."
"That actually makes a lot of sense," Emily said.
"Hey, and if it doesn't or it doesn't work out?" Kat said. "You can always come have a threesome with John and me, and we'll make you forget all about it."
She laughed vivaciously.
"Really?" Emily said.
"You're hot, Emily," Kat said. "You've got amazing stage presence. I would fuck the shit out of you."
And, with that, Kat walked away. She slipped into a nearby women's restroom, and Emily was left standing on her own. You could see from her body language, her shoulders drooped and her general height seeming diminished as a result, that she knew Kat was right.
But the thing was? Kat was right. And her tactful confrontation with Emily produced immediate results. And I'm not just talking about the fact that Emily had no problem giving me a blow job while Kat blew Jake right next to her that night. As the tour moved from Phoenix over to Dallas, Emily heeded Kat's advice. She opened up to Jake about her feelings, and, to the surprise of no one who had ever seen them together, they became an official item immediately after.
The significant result of that was that BowHaus showed incredible chemistry on stage. Their opening set, only forty-five minutes each night, gelled. They had always been good, but not they became a blistering feature to open the evening and stoke the crowd's excitement for the dual headliners.
The after-party in Phoenix had been pretty tame. Maybe it was the sunbelt crowd. Maybe it was because the stadium would be hosting the Super Bowl only three weeks later. Or maybe it was because the hotel the tour had taken over was so decentralized. They had stayed at the Four Seasons in Scottsdale, occupying all 210 rooms and suites. It was a massive expense, but Riley and Henry didn't care. They wanted the people traveling with them to be comfortable, and their morale was a constant imperative as the tour moved along.
The Four Seasons had been an amazing base camp. The basic rooms -- they labeled them "casitas" -- were large, nearly standalone accommodations. It was a peaceful, luxurious retreat from the adrenaline-fueled concerts, which made it the perfect way to unwind after the first two shows. But it made for a pretty tame after-party on the final night. Things were too spread out, and it was difficult to have a cohesive event. I didn't really care because our huge, 1,700-square-foot suite was plenty big enough to entertain our own shenanigans. Overall, however, it was a disjointed series of smaller parties.
That's why I was looking forward to Dallas. The tour took over eleven of the twenty-one floors of the Ritz Carlton, including the four penthouse suites -- one for Riley, one for Henry, one for the girls and me, and one open to all three of us to party. Moving down from the top floor, rooms were doled out in loose accordance to rank. The on-stage talent all got high-floor rooms, as did the four traveling members of Riley and Henry's management company and the security team.
The security guys, above all, were people you wanted to keep happy. It was hard to overstate their importance. I also made it a point to thank them with a wad of cash after every show. They were stern, unflappable, and serious. Mostly former military members, they looked at their jobs as a gift. They could have been in more dangerous situations, so they treated this gig as a cushy respite. And it was one they were extremely loyal to as a result. They were friendly and definitely appreciate any effort to get to know them and appreciate their efforts.
Four shows in Dallas flew by. The crowds were just as elated as in LA and Phoenix but even larger -- 120,000 people each night. Riley and Henry brimmed with confidence when the run came to an end. And, two weeks removed from the ultra-revelry of the Hollywood & Vine preview back home, they were ready to cut loose in a big way.
For their chosen fans, Riley upped her "pull" count to ten. Henry kept his count at six. Riley opted for an old-fashioned gangbang, which I still had a hard time wrapping my head around. She was the most famous popstar on the planet, and she relished being a group sex slut. I had never pegged her for that, and the fact that she was able to keep it out of the tabloids was probably the best evidence I ever saw to testify to her power, charm, and cult-like status. Henry, on the other hand, did something different. He took each of the six girls to his suite alone and gave them twenty minutes to do whatever they wanted with him. The funny thing to me was that Riley finished first. It didn't even take her two hours to get off the ten guys, clean up, and shuttle them off before joining the party.
Of course, Riley had help cleaning up. She and Rita had become fast friends, bonding, in part, over their shared desire to exert influence over people. It was a growing part of Rita, and she and Riley switched back and forth between teacher and student on the topic. At Riley's Dallas gangbang, Rita had acted as a kind of coordinator or traffic cop, making sure everything went smoothly. Her reward, which should have been no surprise, was joining Riley in bed after to feast on the outpouring of sperm that had filled her pussy.
A lot of exciting things happened in Dallas beyond that. As the third stop on the tour, there was still a lot of exploration and feeling out going on. But, looking back on it, there was one significant and memorable development that took place.
Stephanie had flown in with Rita for the last night. It was hard to describe whether what they had was a friendship or a relationship. There were elements of both. Either way, it had moved slowly. Stephanie was a tentative person, and I think she also felt a certain amount of embarrassment at how wild our introduction to her had been. But she wasn't going to let anything stand in the way of taking a private jet to Dallas to watch Riley and Henry with us backstage.
She had loved seeing all the famous faces that came and went and also enjoyed sneaking off to the restroom to take bumps with Rita. She was submissive to my wife, to the point where she looked to Rita for permission on even the smallest things when they were together. It came so naturally to her, it didn't even appear awkward or out of place. And I could see how powerful it made Rita feel. She enjoyed it. At the same time, Rita was the perfect person to give that power to. She wouldn't abuse it.
