Samantha Sams hated crowds. Not the kind of crowds that surged against the stage from the other side of metal bars. Nor the kind that listened to her numerous interviews with
109 The Silence
radio, or watched her vlogs intently. No, the kind of crowds Samantha hated were the kind she had to smile alongside, the ones she had to sign endless banners, posters, cd's, sometimes even skin or casts. It was almost painful to be forced to pose for pictures time and time again for her endless fans when all she really wanted was to sing.
There was one good thing about her shows in the US. It was Vinnie's presents. Vinnie was their band manager. Whenever they were in a city big enough, he managed to bring them little gifts to see them through their tour. Samantha saw it as one of the perks of being a celebrity. This prospect was what saw her through the signings and the pictures and the annoying fans that she didn't really want to get to know personally.
Tonight, they walked off stage together. There was an air of excitement to them all as they knew what was coming. This was what they'd been waiting for all night. Well not all of them.
Aart turned to them as he walked off stage. "Have fun I guess," he coughed awkwardly. He said this after every show when they were expecting a present. Aart was the only one in the group who did not partake.
"You too," Cory said. "You going to the local bar?"
"Not local," Aart answered shiftily, looking around as if nervous. "It's on the other side of the city."
Ignaas clapped Aart's back in a brotherly way. "Probably for the best," he said in his thick accent. "You might meet all the good girls there."
Aart didn't say anything more, just squeezed past his bandmates and disappeared out a back door. He was always like that after shows: eager to get drunk as soon as possible.
"Think Vinnie's out right now?" Cory asked as they all got back to their dressing rooms.
"Probs," Samantha answered as she pulled her shirt off. "I hope so."
The band did everything together, including change, share hotel rooms, eat, practice, and partake in Vinnie's little gifts. Samantha wondered what was waiting them back in their hotel room. How much fun would she really get to have. Recently she'd become aggressive about getting first pick, as the boys of the band almost always used up all of their gift before she'd had a share.
It was never any fun getting used goods.
Vinnie walked into the dressing room just as Samantha was finished wrapping herself up in her long coat. It was dainty, and red, her favorite color. Their manager never looked as awkward as Aart did when they talked about the gifts he got for them. It was something he'd always done for his bands, and he'd never had a problem with it. Unlike Aart, who was not at all used to this kind of behavior from a band manager. Then again, Aart came from a totally different world of music. His managers had always been a little less hands on and a little more pessimistic. Maybe that was why he liked to drink himself to sleep all the time.
None of it, however, was relevant to what Vinnie had to say. "Your gift is waiting in your room," he said coolly. "I think I got a good one this time."
Samantha smiled. Whenever Vinnie said that line she knew she was in for a real treat. "Dibs!" she said, before anyone else could.
"Whatever," Marius said casually. "It's always better for me when you start it anyway."
So they went up to their rooms, eager tension emanating from each of them like a cloud. Samantha could
smell
the anticipation as they each prepared mentally for what they were about to get. In her own mind, Samantha already knew what she wanted.
Sure enough, in their cozy hotel suite was their gift: a young woman bound naked to the bed and gagged for good measure. Samantha could tell right away that this girl was not one of the usual ones. Most of the time, Vinnie was able to secure willing victims, people who
liked
being tied down and taken advantage of for hours on end. However this girl as obviously scared of what might happen to her. She didn't know, of course, but Samantha sure as hell did.
"Oh she is nice looking," Roeland said sitting in a chair across from the bed to look her up and down. "I love it when he gets the dark ones."
"Don't be mean," Samantha said, walking past and rubbing her hand against the girl's bare foot gently. The girls foot was icy cold. This wasn't the first time she'd discovered cold feet in their victims. When the fear kicked in, the pumping adrenaline pulled the blood in away from the extremities and into the torso, causing cold feet and hands, and of course making the heart beat faster. "Your feet," she crooned gently. "Let me warm them up."
Gently, she took the foot into her hands, drawing her thumbs up along the soles. The calluses were worn, as if the girl was on her feet often. Maybe the girl was a dancer. But that wouldn't explain her lack of form. Wouldn't dancers need muscles? She let her long fingers brush against the foottop. Slowly, deliberately, she lowered her mouth to the big toe, letting her lips just lightly contact her skin, blowing warm air from her lungs onto the foot in her grasp.
The girl started struggling, straining to remove her foot from Samantha's grip. For her part, Samantha let go. She smiled at the girl not in a friendly way.
Marius leaned over the girl, taking a deep breath as Samantha got up to adjust the temperature controls. She liked it warm when it happened. With the heat on, everyone would be sweating, the smells stronger than without.
"She smells good," Marius murmured as Samantha finished adjusting the controls. "Smells like fear."
"There's nothing to be afraid of," Samantha reassured the girl in her softest, most convincing voice. "You're going to be fine."
The stranger girl shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut as if she could avoid what was about to happen. Samantha sat down on the edge of the bed, feeling her body get warmer as the heat kicked on. "Hey, shhh," she whispered. "Listen, we've done this plenty of times," she gave the girl a knowing look here. "And what we've found is everything goes so much smoothly for you if you just...go with it." She smiled again at the girl. "If you just relax, and let this happen, you'll be out of here sooner."
"And don't think you won't be compensated well for you troubles," Roeland added from his chair.
Samantha had honestly forgotten about that part entirely. "That's right," she said enthusiastically. "You're gonna be rich after this. But listen, you don't wanna tell anybody what happens tonight, you know? Because your life is valuable to you."
The girl's eyes widened. Fear scent was pouring off of her, accelerating Samantha's senses. "Look, not that we'd ever go to jail for it anyway, because we have the money to get really good lawyers and pay off judges, but think of it this way," she leaned down so that her face was closer to the girl's ear. "I'm not afraid of going to jail."
She winked at the girl, who seemed to have calmed down a little. At least, she'd stopped struggling. Samantha was so ready to move forward now. "I'm going to take this tape off," she said to the girl. "There's no one around to hear you, but I don't want you to scream yet. Do you understand?"
The girl closed her eyes, as if thinking about it. Finally, she nodded. Samantha felt a sliver of excitement go through her as she removed the tape from the girl's mouth, giving her access to talk.
"Please," the girl said immediately. Samantha was pleased that it was almost a whisper. "I don't want your money," she said. "I won't say anything to anyone. I can't do this. Just let me go."
"I can't," Samantha said. "Just do what you're told, and this will be done soon enough. Then you'll never have to see us again."
"Well Sammy, you said you wanted to go first," Ignaas said impatiently. "Why don't you get started then so this doesn't take all night?"
"Of course," Samantha said, getting to her feet. Making sure the girl could see her movements, she shimmied out of her pants, kicking her shoes off and away. She slid her panties down her legs, noticing how wet they were as she did so. She was glad to see the girl's eyes tracking her movements.
Samantha decided to climb onto the bed from the end. She pulled herself over the girl so she was straddling her, then crawled up the length of the bed over top of her. At last, she settled with her wet crotch over the girl's face. "Have you done this before?" she asked, suddenly curious.
"No," the girl quivered.
Disappointment settled in her stomach. Lack of experience usually meant disappointing results. "Well, try it anyway," she encouraged, and lowered herself on the girl's face.
After a second of hesitation, the girl began moving her mouth. Pleasure seeped in from Samantha's labia through her legs. "Ahh," she gasped, shifting her weight just a little. Despite this being her first time, the girl really was good at it. Her tongue swept along the outside folds of her labia, then flicked up in between them, ending with a sharp nudge to her clit. The feeling was amazing, and Samantha couldn't help but lean into a little.
Before long she was panting, rocking her hips forward in time with the motion of the girl's tongue. Clearly this girl was not shy about getting Samantha off. She was kissing Sam's opening, as if making out with it. Her tongue dipped inside Samantha and she could not hold back a moan.
Pressure was building lazily in her lower pelvis. By the speed of it's growth, Samantha could already tell she was gonna come hard. But she was not yet ready to finish, so she suppressed the orgasm a little. In that moment, she only wanted to enjoy the pleasurable feeling in her body coming from the mouth of this stranger girl.
Suddenly that good feeling in her lower half became so much more intense. She cried out, her head snapping back and her body falling forward. Her hand smacked against the wooden backboard of the bed, and she gripped it like her lifeline as another wave of intense pleasure boiled under her skin. The resistance from coming before now deserted her in a frenzy of heat. She
wanted
to come now.
But the girl's tongue was still inside her. She could feel the tongue against her inner walls, so soft and so wet as it trailed along inside her. The girl flicked her tongue against Samantha's g-spot. She quivered in pleasure, crying out again as the girl's tongue lashed her most sensitive inner spot.
By now the feeling was as intense as most of her orgasms, but the way her body was twitching against the girl's mouth told her she was not done yet. In some part of her brain, she knew there was more to come, and she wasn't sure she was ready for it. It was so extreme, and continued to build, that her body might not be able to handle it.
