The tour carried on, the band becoming more popular with every city they played. Mark, their manager told them they were making real progress and getting attention from record labels. The new songs were getting popular at the shows and the stage act was getting better and better as each band member grew more comfortable playing to bigger houses.
It was a very exciting time for the young singer Payton, and she was reveling in the attention she was getting both on and off stage.
"Payton!" Dylan called to her as she got off the bus they had rented for this leg of the tour. Turning back to him she saw he looked excited and nervous. "Wanna work on some songs tonight?" He asked. His demeanor showed her he hoped to work on songs in the new sense of work rather than the old sit down and play guitar version.
Payton was pleased. She had not had sex for over a week. Not since the crazy encounter with Trent and Nicolas. She was horny, and her mind raced with excitement over creating new music with her guitar player.
"Sure. Sounds good." His grin was enough to make her damp with burgeoning sexual desire.
The last three nights the band had been sleeping on the cramped bus driving to another state together. This was their first foray out of their home state. They were overjoyed to be taking the tour even further than they had expected.
But excitement had given way to boredom after hours and hours on the road, yet tonight the prospect of spending the night in a hotel buoyed up everyone's spirits. They had played a great show knowing they would each have their own bed that night.
"I want to have a shower first though."
"Me too." He sidled up next to her, speaking so that the others couldn't hear. "Maybe I should join you."
"Nope. Too much work to do in there tonight. Give me half an hour."
Stripping as soon as she closed her door she moved around the room putting a few things out for use later; her guitar, her phone, her condoms and lube, and she dug her toiletries out of her travel bag.
Payton had begun to love being naked in a way she never had before. Clothes, even revealing ones, felt restrictive, a denial of her new self. So she spent a few moments nesting in the current version of home she had for a single night, enjoying being nude as she puttered.
In the bathroom she gazed at her body in the mirror for a moment. Looking at her body didn't stroke her ego so much as it made her feel sexy and alive. She was beginning to see herself more through the eyes of her lovers, and it was revelatory.
She was short, five foot two and petite, her bones small and her muscles delicate. There was almost no fat on her after a year of hard work touring and starving, and the muscles of her stomach and limbs were defined and tight. Even with the hectic schedule the tour maintained she still found time to work out, and stay fit. She ate as well as she could, but she was working so hard, giving so much on stage that still she could not put on any weight.
Her hair was longer than usual, and a bit ratty if she were being honest, but the length was right for her sexual new character on stage.
Her breasts were small and tight, with no sag what-so-ever, the nipples pink and hard with arousal just looking at herself while imagining what men saw. Her sex was bald but needed to be freshly shaved, a shadow of blonde pubes growing in.
With her stage make up still on from the show earlier tonight, she looked sultry and smeared, as if from a night of sordid sexual activity, but that was an illusion. She was aching to be filled, hungry for cock and new stimulation. Running the shower she cleaned and groomed herself, ready for a night of wild abandon.
Leaving the curtain back on the shower she watched herself in the mirror as she shaved her pussy thoroughly and carefully. As if it were a movie, she observed the play of her muscles as she moved around, reaching way under herself to get every hair within reach. Each touch of the razor on her skin was thrilling, and she wished she had invited Dylan to help with this. But it seemed too intimate, and too like a relationship to allow.
After she was dry she dressed in a pair of loose jeans and a tight t-shirt, no bra or underwear. Payton was hungry, and was going to use food as an excuse for what she really wanted. An adventure.
By the time Dylan knocked she had gathered a few things in her purse and as she answered the door she pushed past him onto the landing.
"Let's grab some food." She said.
"Oh. Okay." He seemed disappointed, but rallied quickly. "I could eat."
Walking along the road looking for a place to eat Payton was searching for something else as well. Her mind was whirling with what she wanted to do next, and her pussy felt lathered up and slick. Her sexual appetite was changing, and growing. Payton wanted to try something she would never have dared even a few months ago.
Dylan interrupted her reverie.
"I am almost afraid to ask, but I have really been wondering about those last songs you brought us." She glanced at him. He looked nervous. "Did you have a threesome?"
"I sure did."
"Wow. You are really coming out of your shell."
"I am, aren't I?"
"It is really great, but I hope you are okay. You don't have to push this too far too fast. We don't need that many new songs." He laughed at the idea of fucking for songs.
"I am doing exactly what I want. No more, no less." She said it in such a way to show him how serious she was. She needed him to be on board with what she had planned for tonight.
As if by magic she saw what she had been looking for, as if it were conjured by her desire.
Looming in front of them next to the busy road she saw a billboard advertising a radio station. In front of it there was a small platform people used when changing the sign. It had a rail around it and some lights attached that filled the night with illumination all aimed at the little platform below the bright sign.
"Let's go up there." She cried and ran off ahead of Dylan.
Climbing the ladder she saw there was a gate to stop the public from climbing. When she got closer she saw that she could climb out around it to the outside of the platform, then swing over and get on top.
Doing so she heard Dylan say, "Oh shit. Be careful Payton."
