This is another in the continuing adventures of Dylan James, Hollywood stuntman and stud. You need to read part 1 of Dylan Joins The Band to understand what happens. Dylan's adventures started out with the "One For The Road" series. Please check all his adventures out. Thanks for the interest and support. And please remember to vote. All emails are welcome.
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"What did you say?" Dylan asked as he watched Angel struggle into her skin-tight vinyl pants.
"I want you to fuck the members of my band tonight during the show. It will be fun to see if you can do it."
"Why would you want me to do that?"
"No reason. You asked me what I wanted for my birthday. Other then fucking you, that's what I want. If you can't do that, okay." Angel was zipping up the skin-tight pants that she had somehow squeezed into. They molded to the curves of her smoking body like a second skin outlining everything including the lips of her pussy.
"But they all have boyfriends or husbands, why would they want to fuck me?"
"Because they are sluts, everyone one of them. The fun part would be to see if you could do it in one night. Jade is engaged to be married next week. Eve, the bass player would do you right now if you asked her -- she thinks you are hot. Misty has a boyfriend, but I know she fucks around -- so..." Angel left the unsaid end of that sentence hanging out in space. She finished putting her black top on and opened the back door to the van. Dylan was still sitting naked on the floor of the van. She jumped out and looked back at Dylan.
"I have to go get ready for the set. I will see you afterward. Look, I was just kidding about the other girls -- I just thought it would be fun. If you are uncomfortable with it, I understand. Later, lover."
She slammed the door shut and the old van creaked on its shocks. Dylan leaned back and looked up at the rusted ceiling of the van. Why did he feel like he had just been put down? He had just fucked her really well, yet she seemed unhappy with him. Women? Can't live with them, and you can't kill them! Not that he wanted to, but he sure did not understand them sometimes. Why would she want him to fuck her band?
He reached for his jeans and put them on. After putting on his boots and shirt, he got out of the "ole fuck bucket" as Angel called it and went inside. The place was about half full and Angel was up on the bandstand doing some final equipment and sound checks. He went over to the bar and got a JD on the rocks. His thoughts were still confused. He really felt like leaving. He had gotten laid, and really there was no special bond between Angel and him. She was a great fuck, but that was all it was for both of them. As he sipped his JD and thought about what he should do next, a cute blond slipped into next to him at the bar.
"Hi," she said as she smiled at him.
"Oh ...hi." Dylan said as he stuttered to remember the bass player's name. Eve, that was her name. "How's it going, Eve? You almost ready?"
"Yeah, I am all done -- just waiting for everyone to do their stuff," Eve said as she signaled the bartender. She was a pretty girl with a slim figure, pale skin and dyed blond hair. She was wearing a long 50's style party dress and combat boots. She didn't have any tattoos that showed and the only jewelry that she wore was a simple choker around her neck.
"We heard you giving Angel her birthday present. It sounded like fun."
Dylan turned bright red at that. He usually did not get embarrassed by sex or having it, but for some reason he was blushing like a red rose.
"You're cute," Eve laughed at him. "Ang says you fuck like a monster, but you're all red. That's cute."
Dylan took a big gulp of his JD.
"Look, I don't know if you are and Ang are anything real, but if you're interested ... I think you are extremely hot, so ... let me know, okay?"
With that, Eve gave his arm a squeeze, and turned away from the bar. As she walked towards the bandstand, Dylan turned to watch her as she left. She had a great walk, her ass swaying back and forth as she moved with a slow strut. Because of her loose fitting dress, he really couldn't tell what her whole body looked like, but it seemed to fit right in all the right places. Her perfume and voice were certainly sexy; well ... His cock gave a lurch down his leg at the thought that passed thru his both of his heads, top and bottom. Maybe fucking her here would be possible?
About that moment, the lights went down and the MC announced, "Welcome, Hell In Heels!"
The lead singer, Jade stepped forward and welcomed the crowd to the show. This was a semi-private party for some fashion designer who had a show in LA at the moment, and he loved this band. Jade nodded at Angel who counted off and then the band slammed into a kick ass version of Aerosmith's 'Sweet Emotion." As the girls worked their way thru the first song, Dylan was impressed. He thought that this band would probably suck, but they really could play. Angel and Eve laid down a tight rhythm and the lead guitar player, Misty really had some nice licks. Jade had a lot of stage presence and a great rock voice. He slowly moved from the bar toward the front of the band stand. He drifted to Eve's side of the small stage. She was very energetic dancing around the stage and flirting with the audience. About mid-way through the third song, Eve saw him down front leaning against the wall, and she smiled at him. Between songs, she went back up to Angel and said something to her. They both looked in his direction and then laughed. As the set continued, Angel every once in a while would look at him and nod towards Eve. At the end of the 6th song, Eve moved to the edge of the stage right in front of him and lifted the hem of her dress just enough for him to see that she had no underwear on. The crowd around him just roared their approval as she smiled down at him and bounced away.
Towards the end of the set, Dylan moved back to the bar and got another shot. He was sitting there when the first set ended and the very entertained crowd poured out their approval. As the applause washed over the stage, the girls moved off stage, and the sole roadie they had, a young girl named Kris, started getting setup for the next set.