During the Summer, the chatter on the Bitches Against forums ramped up; news of the tour had dropped at Easter and rumours about the album, fuelled by the official press releases and the band's social media posts, caused the interest and activity to increase further.
We ran most of the fan club online; we used a mailing list to advise of tours and albums, and our Twitter account retweeted tweets from the band, as well as any photos from the live concerts that we took or found in the public domain. It wasn't an onerous task, but we had a few idiots every year, and the admins and managers of the accounts had to act robustly and fairly.
With agreement, I added Nessie to the forums as a "Power User" and she regularly posted "behind the scenes" exclusive images, and a thirty-second video clip of the band practising one of Faye's well-crafted songs. Her contributions were popular, sometimes risque, and the forum users always commented wildly on her content.
In previous years, the fan group managers gathered in a pub before the last concert in London. It was constructive to meet face-to-face and agree rules on how we moderated the forums, but we often spent more time drinking and discussing the band. My fellow admins were aware of my new relationship with Natasha, and they were especially eager to discuss the forthcoming album and tour. When I let slip that the lead singer lived with me, and our availability aligned on a Saturday in late June, I was asked to host a meeting. Of course, I agreed.
Olly and Frances Hamilton, a married couple who co-supervised the UK Fan Club, had an empty weekend and could travel from East London. Toby, the Scotsman who worked eleven months in every twelve in Japan and moderated the overseas forums, had flown in to Heathrow the day before. He had a few hours before he drove up to Leeds. Finally, Suna Tryggvason - a 24-year-old punk rocker who lived with her dad near Brighton and was employed as a nursery nurse - had travelled to see us. She managed the Bitches Against Youth and was the administrator on those boards and social media accounts.
I met Suna at the local Underground station early in the morning. Like me, she loved the lead singer and the short, chubby fan had dyed her pixie hair bright pink to match that of my girlfriend. I got on well with the surly woman, and had once given her a lift from Manchester to London after a Bitches Against concert with my ex. Once all the attendees arrived, we sat in my garden as the band practised in their space.
Deliberately, I had not told them that the five rockers were staying in the annexe for the weekend. They knew Natasha would be present, and the excitement at all of our idols being a few metres away was noticeable. I had won ten pairs of tickets for the final London gig from my girlfriend and Faye after a game of Strip Poker. The two women took their loss poorly and handcuffed me to the fence before spanking me, plugging me and then urinating over me. I'd never savoured a card victory so much.
The Fan Club argued over whether we should run competitions or giveaways to distribute the tickets. Nessie attended to us, like she waited on the band. Initially, she was dressed, but by 11am one of the punk rockers had removed her T-shirt and she served drinks topless. Eyes wandered as she carried refreshments into the garden in just a short skirt.
By midday, when she brought the sandwiches and crisps, the submissive was stark naked. Toby, a mature, single gentleman, ogled her nubile flesh. "I was late with Faye's drink," Nessie explained when the middle-aged Frances asked. The deferential slut sat down at the table with us. "The band wants to do some photos with you. Some of you watching the practice session and then some in the garden, but they want those outside to be..." The shy nymph cleared her throat and stared at the food. "... with everyone nude. It's for the calendar. The June picture. They need a selection so they can choose the best."
Olly's wife refused immediately, and no amount of coaxing from her enthusiastic husband could change her mind, but the moment Nessie revealed the punk rockers would also be without clothes, Suna and Toby agreed. The naked merchandise saleswoman passed Frances the camera, and we entered the ground floor of the annexe to the tune of White Wedding. Faye greeted their supporters warmly. The bare-assed submissive arranged us and the photographer to take dozens of photographs in the minimalist space, with the clothed fan club managers in the foreground, but with the band in focus.
For the outside shots, we had to help Yasmin move her drums, but then there was an awkward moment as we looked at each other. The female rockers stripped, discarding their clothes on the garden furniture; the thin, androgynous Paula was the first to disrobe, depositing her T-shirt and shorts on the table. Maddison, the heavily tattooed bass guitarist, went next, and within a couple of minutes, only Frances remained dressed.
Ten naked bodies as the band played in the outdoor Sun in the corner of my garden, in front of a large hedge. Toby's appendix scar, Olly's birthmark and landing strip pubic hair and Suna's podginess were all on display as Frances snapped the pictures Nessie told her to.
Some, with the photographer behind us, so the band's genitals were obscured by drums, guitars and their fans. Other photographs were taken from behind the band that openly exposed their admirers. But it was fun. The five women interacted and laughed with their fan club managers during the exhibitionist activity. The devotees had never been so close for so long with their idols, and after Nessie checked the images Frances had taken, the musicians downed their instruments and sent their young maid to retrieve drinks.
We sat on my lawn, nude, drinking and laughing together. Yasmin gave Olly a drumming lesson, Toby held Paula's guitar, and they all took selfies with their favourite band members naked. Suna was star-struck with my girlfriend. Natasha showed her my office and the memorabilia and they returned with Prosecco, which they drank from the bottle like teenagers with stolen loot.
Toby was the first to leave, as he had a long drive to his hotel in Yorkshire, and the Hamiltons left a little while later. Frances - while a fan of the music - was not comfortable after the clothes came off, and her discomfort and reticence being the only clothed person in a sea of nudity became obvious. I could tell Olly didn't want to go, but his wife dropped hints and he grumbled as they departed.
I waved them goodbye and sauntered over to my girlfriend sprawled on the grass. "You're a liar," Suna snapped. "You promised us that the pee video was staged. It was real."
I blushed; I had forgotten I had not admitted the truth to the fan club. "Yeah, sorry."
"My ex wanted me to try watersports after that went viral," Suna replied as she waved the litre bottle of sparkling wine at me before swigging from it. "But I couldn't pee on her."
"Why?" Natasha asked, taking the alcohol from her and consuming a large gulp. Suna shrugged. "This disgusting pervert loves it. I didn't know that when I did it to him on stage, but I love making him squirm!" Suna's eyes sparkled as my girlfriend tipsily explained that I received golden showers regularly, as well as the rest of our kinky play. "Fucking wait there!"
Natasha smirked as she got up from the seated position and the naked punk rocker ran across my garden, down the driveway, and went into the annexe. Thirty seconds later, she returned holding the modified portable commode chair and two pairs of handcuffs.
"Nice one, Nats! Nessie or John?" Faye asked as Natasha unfolded the seat in a shaded corner of the garden.
"That fucking pervert," my girlfriend replied, and pointed at me. She grinned and clicked her fingers. I gave Suma an apologetic glance, but she didn't seem bothered by my dominant living out our kinks in public.
Natasha smacked my bare butt with her palm as I approached her, and she positioned the chair over my face. She handcuffed my hands to either side of the portable toilet, and when I expected her to use it, she wandered back across the garden to the rest of the band.
