0 comments/ 71095 views/ 3 favorites The Band By: Dazman Being in a band certainly has its trials and tribulations but so far all I've reaped are the rewards. My name's Jason Macquarie and I currently provide the voice and the guitar for The Savoy Swing Katz. Based in Perth, the capital city of Western Australia, we mainly play weekend gigs at some of the more groovy joints around town. The band is completed by Andy J on trumpet, Julian on alto sax, and Andy S on tenor sax, Zia on trombone and, when the occasion calls for it, the clarinet also; Dave's on drums, Wayne's on keyboards and Teresea's on double bass. We play a lot of covers ranging from the grand old era of swing to some of the more modern classics and have recently started penning our own material which seems to be going down well with the audiences who themselves tend to be in their late twenties typically. As can be imagined, the size of the band demands a practice area in equal proportion and until recently it was quite a task to get us all together. I solved that little conundrum by purchasing, as a bargain, a run down piece of real estate close to the Swan River and spent a sizeable sum in demolishing the original three-bedroom house and building something that utilised the land more efficiently. Being Australian I simply had to lay an in-ground pool, sculpture a magnificent Mediterranean entertainment area around it and build a garage large enough for three cars. As I have only the one the additional space made a great practice area. My burning ambition is to build my own jazz cabaret bar, close to the beach, styled after the Savoy Ballroom in New York and running it as my own private fiefdom. If you've ever seen that film The Mask with Jim Carey you'll know what I mean! This dream is now only months away possibly even closer if the Australian Stock Market obliges me. Teresea, the finest example of God's creation, is one of those rare people that combine stunning looks with an equable personality and an incredibly fertile mind. Her persona is difficult to describe, as I believe her to be so beautiful that I fear some injustice will be done in the following description (forgive me T). Being two meters tall and with long natural blond hair, she has the most exquisite aquiline nose (in my opinion the best feature), deep blue sparking eyes, a slender athletic frame, breasts of very appropriate size, a firm shapely butt rounded off with a pair of long luxurious tanned legs. Despite owning that array of assets, she's surprisingly modest although acutely aware of the effect she has on men. Teresea invariably shrugs off the numerous and inevitable compliments but does, however, emanate an air of vulnerability and innocence that instinctively induces men to want to protect her. The two of us are an unbeatable song writing combination (in our opinion) and are able to write songs of incredible strength and emotional depth. Being the major contributors to the band's genuine material we tend to spend a lot of time together and are, predictably, great friends. I've known her for about twelve months now via a connection at the office. One of my support staff, Pedro, mentioned to me that her sister played the cello and was hooked on jazz. I met her several weeks later at an office party that I'd arranged as part of a team building exercise. Inevitably, since free alcohol was involved, it was a roaring success with everyone enjoying themselves immensely. Pedro was due to be ferried home by his sister, the incredibly talented Teresea, when we were introduced. There was an instant connection between us and I felt that flutter of desire flow through me. We became fast friends that evening alone and, as she was persuaded to stay for a couple of drinks, the chance of an early night for Pedro soon vanished with Teresea quickly overshooting the legal limit to drive. It turned out that Teresea, who had a diverse musical taste, was very interested in forming a band, had several contacts that played the brass and was willing to fill the bass position (that tool of ignorance). She already had several song ideas set down and was enthusiastic when I mentioned that perhaps we could meet up and exchange ideas. At this point the only thought on my mind was to bed this creature of undeniable beauty but I was still kind of involved with Jean and if any meaningful creative partnership was to emerge between us then it was best to remain plutonic. Not an easy task let me assure you. I asked Teresea if she wanted to see the roof garden and the two of us leant against the railings and admired the Perth evening skyline that even to this day fills me with a simple pleasure when a chill breeze brought us closer together. Without a conscious thought I placed my arm around her and she huddled up beneath my protection. She looked up at me and on one occasion our gazes met and, involuntarily, we kissed, a pure, simple loving kiss from whence she wrapped her arms around my waist and held me tight. We both wanted each other there and then and it probably would have happened if some other revellers, Pedro amongst them, had not broken upon our reverie. To be honest I was glad of the interruption for, akin to fine wine, she was worth preserving for an appropriate occasion. The night ended shortly afterwards and I bundled Pedro and Teresea into a taxi and, after I settled the damage, I too headed home with a bit of a bounce in my step. The next few weeks following this meeting were hectic; I was just about to unwind a series of complex futures deals that were due to net a tidy profit, the proceeds being used to purchase a large chunk of the company that I worked for. In addition the building of my new South Perth property was about to commence and this demanded much of my time on-site. Therefore I was unable to chase up Teresea but a week later her brother asked me if I was free one night to meet her for dinner and to discuss the formation of the band. I readily agreed, attended a quite excellent repast and laid down plans that saw the inception of The Savoy Swing Katz. Several weeks ago, the band played to a fairly high profile society wedding at the Burswood Resort Casino. The event was spectacular with a huge crowd up on the floor dancing to all the old tunes we pumped out. When our show ended we were invited to enjoy what festivities were still on the boil with no one declining. At four o'clock the following morning, with the faint hint of sunrise appearing in the east and after having a fantastic time, the party finally broke up and we stumbled out of the casino, very drunk but in excellent spirits. Each band member was given several bottles of imported French champagne and a wad of cash for services rendered and through the alcoholic fog now had to decide on how to get home. As the guests had already snapped up all available taxis our only option was to hitch a ride home with our road crew in an already dangerously overcrowded van. Teresea and myself simply couldn't fit no matter what arrangement we tried and so in the end we remained behind to seek an alternate way home. That alternative wasn't long in devising. With my car round at Teresea's house, she decided to call her brother and get him to pick us up. Being a fanatical surfer Pedro was used to being up at strange hours in order to catch the swell and wouldn't have minded the ride out in my Beemer. Sure enough and true to his word, Pedro collected us both one bottle of champagne later. The drive back was interesting to say the least. By now the sun had risen and promised to be one of those glorious, but hot, spring mornings. Teresea and myself were still dressed in our blue pinstripe zoot suits from the performance but Teresea had chosen to sport a far more outrageous look. All she wore was the suit jacket with no shirt underneath and this exposed a plunging neckline with the lapels of the jacket barely covering her firm breasts with a pair of black stockings and high heals completing her appearance. It was hard to concentrate on performing when she was to my right and almost every guy not already spoken for at the wedding was trying it on. On this occasion the attention, surprisingly, was voraciously devoured. I was in the passenger seat, Teresea in the back seat and Pedro driving my white soft-top BMW. I put some swinging tunes on and another party began. Teresea and myself cracked open the next bottle of champagne spilling most of the contents over the upholstery and drinking directly from the bottle. At one point Teresea leaned back singing loudly and her posture exposed her right nipple to my captivated gaze. Thank heavens for reflective sunglasses although I suspected she knew that I was looking and had done this deliberately for she made no move to adjust herself rather she fixed me with a sultry and inviting gaze for the briefest of moments. Flirt! When we arrived, Pedro promptly grabbed his board and headed off to the beach leaving the two of us alone. With loud music blaring and following the third bottle of champagne, we were both incredibly drunk, giggling like school children, behaving like school children and finding amusement in the most inconsequential things. At one point we broke into a cushion fight in the lounge room, knocking over and spilling anything that got in the way. I tripped and fell back onto the couch accidentally taking Teresea with me; she landed on top of me with her face centimeters from mine. The mood abruptly changed and the only sounds was the music in the background. She looked directly into my eyes, leaned down and kissed me ever so softly full on the mouth. Our lips seemed to be made for each other and behaved like a set of well oiled cogs. There was nothing urgent in this encounter with the two of us taking it slow and easy. After several minutes of tongue tango, she abruptly broke off, straddled me properly, rose up and ripped off her suit jacket. My heart began pumping blood like never before and I was faint from the shock. Teresea was even more beautiful that I could possibly imagined. With the exception of the stockings she was completely naked revealing a tanned, supple muscular body crowned with those large firm breasts alluded to above. Her nipples were large and dark and instantly erect but even through my drunken haze I could make out the unmistakable heat emanating from her pussy. My cock was swelling rapidly but was trapped in an awkward position thus restricting the blood supply. My discomfort was short lived for in a moment, Teresea had unclasped my braces, undone my trousers and freed the beast, which she began massaging in earnest. "Mmm lovely cock Jase." She cooed. With that comment she shuffled down and began to demonstrate her incredible oral talents giving the head of my cock a big wet lick and proceeding to suck it with great abandon. For a brief second I began to worry about the consequences of such an event as this wasn't the 'fine wine' occasion that I had foreseen but my cock was sending a clear message to my brain to quit thinking and start enjoying. Despite my apprehensions, I made no attempt to put an end to proceedings. On the contrary I began to stroke her blond hair and slowly pump my hips to match the rhythm of her expert mouth and tongue as they played upon my cock. It felt so good that my balls were tingling uncontrollably and my mind swimming in pleasure. Teresea suddenly stopped sucking, looked up at me and pleaded lustfully, "Will you eat my pussy Jason? I can't believe how wet I am!" Now I've never looked a Gift Horse in the mouth. "Oh yeah baby bring it on home!" And with that she quickly scooted over and gently lowered her hot shaven snatch to my waiting tongue. I made straight for her clit, which was already erect, and began to gently massage it. Presently I spread her labia apart and began running over the entire length of her gash that was saturated before I even started, it tasted musky but sweet and was flowing like a river into my mouth. She was enjoying this as much as I was, so much so, that to my disappointment she would break away from working my powder charged cock to let out long sonorous moans. "Oh yeah that's it Jason right there. Feels so good!" After a few minutes of such attention, Teresea rose up ceasing all activity on my disappointed cock, clamped her thighs around my head and forced her pussy down hard on my face. She let out a long cry, and held that position for what must have been thirty seconds as she came with much force. Slowly she began to relax her pussy and thighs twitching slightly as she did so. I knew that she had enjoyed a very powerful orgasm. After regaining her senses she dismounted my face, rolled off onto her back and spread her legs wide as if in the splits. Still whimpering she moved her hands down to her waterfall spreading her lips leaving me in no doubt as to what she wanted. My cock twitched in expectation with the head almost purple from the internal pressure. I slid Teresea closer to my position and grasping her legs by the ankles, I plunged my cock into her pussy. And it was like being in heaven, hot, wet, and tight. I had fantasized about her ever since we first met months before, but I never thought that I would actually have an opportunity to fulfil her hot hole, especially under these circumstances. With her legs in the air I was able to bury my cock to the hilt with every stroke. Teresea squealed in delight each time the head banged into her cervix. I was hot and desperate and the pace of my relentless fucking reflected this. Teresea kept sliding back on the cushions from the force of the strokes; finally she gripped the end of the couch to hold herself in place as much as was possible. We continued at that pace for some time with Teresea responding to my thrusts with equal intensity. It wasn't long before I could feel my orgasm building but I wasn't ready to pop my load just yet. "I want you to do me in the back door!" She panted loudly taking me by surprise. I was shocked to hear that from her as I'd always thought of her as being innocent, but on the other hand, I should have realised that shy fascade masked a simmering passion. Her pussy felt divine and I couldn't imagine anything making me feel this good. So it was with some reluctance that I disengaged from her pussy but I took my sweet time in doing so savoring every sensation. Teresea rose on her knees and rotated 180 degrees and leaned over so that her torso was resting on the couch. She shifted her arse in to the air a little higher giving me a perfect view of her jewels. Spreading her cheeks apart, her arse hole was staring at me like a little pink button surrounded by a few wisps of light blond hair and despite my eagerness to comply with her lusty request I wasn't sure that her tight little sphincter could accommodate my regulation size dick. There didn't appear to be any manufactured lubricant close at hand so having to go au naturel, I immediately dived in and performed a rim job. The musky fragrance made my nostrils flare and my head spin but delighted Teresea who danced in delight as my tongue stabbed into her already relaxed hole. After a few minutes I could stand it no longer, as I desperately needed release, so reached under and wet my fingers with some pussy juice and rubbed it around her arse hole as additional lubricant. With my index finger I massaged around the rim and gently pushed it into the opening causing a moan and she raised her arse to meet my probing. I worked my finger in and out for a moment and then added another finger. Teresea took the second as eagerly as she did the first. Adding a third caused her to clamp her sphincter tightly around all three fingers. I rotated my fingers around and pumped them in and out, her arse raised to meet every movement of my hand, and Teresea groaned loudly in pure pleasure. Teresea became quiet in expectation as I replaced my fingers with the head of my cock against her dilated hole and pushed gently. It didn't give at first in spite of the earlier preparation, so I pushed a little harder, and slowly her sphincter opened and I watched as the little pink hole began to accept the tip of my throbbing dick. All at once it gave way and she gasped loudly with satisfaction as her back door willingly accepted my cock. Teresea tightly gripped the couch as I slowly slid deeper into her now relaxed arse hole. It is hard to describe the sensation of her delectable back door. Different from her pussy, it was hot and dry and it felt, as her muscles griped my cock tightly, that I was receiving a firm hand job. Once I had reached bottom I allowed her a few moments to adjust to me before slowly, at first, beginning to stab in and out. Teresea tightened her muscles with each out-stroke and relaxing them for the thrust in. I noticed how the few blonde hairs that surrounded her arse hole would glide against my dick during these actions. She was still on the high from her previous orgasm, and she began to shudder, squirm and moan rapidly as the pace of my strokes into her arse increased. With the music drowning her orgasmic pleasure, Teresea began to cry louder with each thrust as I banged in to her butt, at times grunting, "Yes, yes, do me deeper. Oh yeah harder!" It didn't take long before the incredible sensation of her heavenly arse hole began to take its toll. I was visibly shaking from the effort to keep myself from coming wanting to prolong this pleasure for as long as possible. Sweat was pouring over me and my legs began shaking uncontrollably but, try as I might, in the end there was no holding back the impending flood. Teresea sensed that I was about to come, and as I began to spurt, she cried "Oh yeah cum for me. I want to feel your cum!" I did as instructed. The first two spurts were shot inside her rectum but the last little shots hit her arse hole and dribbled down to her pussy as I pulled out. Cumming more jism than I can ever remember, I was almost howling with pleasure as I continued shooting my load over her delightful rear end. I shook and groaned with utter satisfaction as the last few drops fell onto her hot skin. Teresea collapsed on to the couch flat on her stomach, with her arse, relaxed and open, still pointing upwards into the air. I fell beside her on my back breathing heavily in exhaustion and panted, "Fuck that was so good!" Teresea simply moaned her assent and her whole body seemed limp from the pleasure she had just received. Her eyes were firmly closed with a mixed look of contentment and exhaustion. Her breathing became slower, as it appeared sleep was fast overwhelming her. As she drifted off her angelic appearance was never more accentuated than at this moment. I too, having been on the go for over twenty-four hours and incredibly drunk, felt the darkness closing in on me. Not even the music was going to keep me awake and I surrendered to the welcoming envelopment that sleep brings drifting off into oblivion moments later. The Band My wife Brandy is very hot, she's 5'7" with long brown hair and 36d silicone breasts that I bought her for her 40th birthday. She works out a lot and has a kick ass body with killer legs and an all over tan. Since she's turned 40 she's been a little down. She feels she's lost her sex appeal which is crazy. She still looks like she's in her early 30's. But some times theres no talking sense to her. We were on vacation to a cool town with lots of small hip bars and live music in everyone. We spent the day at the local nude beach just laying out and drinking. Needless to say she got a lot of attention which was lost on her. I was turned on by all the attention she was getting so when we went back to the hotel room we had some great sex then went out for the night. Brandy put on a killer low cut pink mini-skirt that showed off her ample cleavage and some high heel shoes that made her legs look awesome. We hopped from club to club checking out the bands. Needless to say she got a lot of looks wherever we went. We came to one bar that had an incredible rock trio playing oldies. It was a small club so we had to sit at the far end of the bar away from the stage. We had several drinks and the guy on Brandy's other side struck up a conversation with her. He was from Australia. Brandy asked him about his drink. It was something Australians drink and he offered her a sip. She took one and when she didn't mind it he bought her one. She had several and she was getting a bit tipsy. When she gets drunk she gets wild, out going and very horny. She decided she wanted to hear the band play some Bob Seger so she headed to the back of the club where the stage was. I could see the lead guitar player bend down and talk to her. They played several songs before a Seger song. I watched as she swayed and danced to the music. Several guys tried to hit on her handing her shots which she downed but she continued dancing alone facing the band. They played for quite awhile before taking a break. When she didn't return I got a little concerned and went to look for her. She wasn't out back smoking in the alley with a group of people. As I returned down the dimly lit hallway I heard noises coming from behind a door. I slowly opened it and saw Brandy's pink dress laying on the floor. I peaked around the door and saw Brandy on her knees, naked still in her heels surrounded by the band with their dicks out. She had one cock in her mouth and the other two in her hands. I was glad to see none of them were as big as me. She took turns jacking them off and blowing them. Several other guys stood around watching and commenting on her prowess. She stopped sucking cock long enough to ask if anyone was going to fuck her. With that the drummer grabbed her hips and pulled her up then bent her over, her mouth never came off the cock she was sucking. He grabbed her ass and slip his cock into her waiting pussy. Holding onto her hips with both hands he pounded away as she continued to suck the bass players cock. The other guys were shouting at him to give it to her good and he didn't disappoint. She had several orgasms as he really gave it to her hard. Soon he pulled out and came all over her back. She turned to him and pointed at her mouth as she rubbed the semen into her skin she said "Thats what this is for." The lead guitar player pulled her over to a chair and as he sat down he spun her around facing away from him. She reached down and guided his cock into her pussy as she slowly lowered herself onto it. She started bouncing up and down on his cock as he pinched and pulled on her nipples. The bass player approached and stuck his dick in her mouth grabbing her head with his hands he fucked her mouth. The group watching was really getting into the show. Several of them had their dicks out and were beating off. I realized I too was rubbing my cock through my jeans. She told me in college her boyfriend would have her fuck his friends and sometimes they'd double team her. When she 'd tell me those stories we'd end up having a great fuck session. I've always fantasied about watching her fuck some other dude and now here it was right before my eyes. The reality was way better than anything I've ever imagined. Soon the Bass player gave a big thrust then he exploded into her mouth. He held her head tight making her swallow his entire load. She struggled to get loose but he wouldn't release her. Giving up she did her best to swallow his entire load. The drummer and several other guys yelled their encouragement to him telling him to make her swallow it all. "That's what she said her mouth was for" one guy yelled. When he pulled out she took a deep breath and opened her mouth wide to show everyone she had swallowed the entire load. The guys let out a big cheer, several high five-ed her. She really started bouncing on the cock still in her pussy until the guy pushed her off "Suck it bitch" he commanded. She bent over showing her freshly fucked pussy to the guys as she sucked on the guitars players cock. She bopped up and down on his cock until he too pushed her head down and held her tight as he exploded down her throat. He came a ton and again as he finished she stood up, faced the guys and showed everyone she swallowed it all. Again she got a rousing ovation. Some of the other guys came over to her and started rubbing on her tits trying to put their dicks into her hands but she told them she was just there for the band. The lead guitar player told her that their roadie Ben never got pussy as good as her and would she mind giving him a reward for his hard work. Ben stepped forward and Brandy looked him over. He was a young geeky looking guy and after sizing him up she told him to pull out his cock. He pulled out his hard 6" cock and she grabbed it. Slowly jacking him off she kissed him before she lowered herself down to his waiting cock. She put her mouth around it and started to blow him. The guys really gave her a rousing ovation as they shouted encouragement to Ben. "Don't cum man till you get some of that pussy" one guy said. She stopped blowing him and lowered herself to the floor pulling Ben on top of her. "Come on baby, fuck me" she half ordered. He slid his cock into her and with one thrust he was completely in. He pounded away making her tits bounce like crazy. Then after several long thrusts he pulled out and exploded shooting all over her tits and face. I could tell she wanted to cum again but wasn't able to. She took her finger and wiped the cum from her tits then stuck it in her mouth. She then sucked Ben clean. When the guys helped her up I heard her ask where her dress was. Hoping I hadn't been seen I took that as my cue to make my escape. I went back to my seat at the bar and order two shots of Tequila. The band came out and started to play. Shortly my wife all eyes on her and strutting her stuff joined me. "Where've you been?" I asked. "Smoking out back" was her reply. "You're smok'n right here" I said. She smiled. The band finished their song and announced the next song was for Brandy the Seger girl. As they started playing "Night Moves" the Bass player said "You earned it" I asked what she did to earn it and she just smiled, trying to change the subject she asked about the shots of Tequila. "What are these for?" "You" I replied. She took one and downed it then gave me a long kiss, "I love you" she said. I smiled and slid the other shot towards her. "Another one?" She coyly asked. "I can still taste the cum in your mouth" I replied. She looked terrified at first then got a devious smile on her face. "You know?" "I saw it all" "And you're not mad?" she asked. "Mad, shit that was the hottest thing I've ever seen, you've never looked more sexy" She blushed a bit. "I knew you had a kinky side, maybe next time don't be so shy and join in" she said. "Next time?" I asked. She got another devilish grin. She pulled a pen and paper from her purse and wrote our address and phone number on it and a note that said if your ever in town look her up. She took it up to the band and handed it to the lead guitar player. They exchanged pleasantries and then the bass player reached into his pocket and handed her her panties. Smiling broadly she sashayed back to me. Grabbing me by the hand she pulled me up telling me she needed my big dick in side her now. "They're fun but small" she said. When we got to the hotel while in the elevator she stepped out of her dress and pulled my hard dick out and started blowing me. When we reached our floor I put my dick away as she stood up. I handed her her dress but she waved it away. We passed several guys headed out as she walked naked to our room. Their eyes got huge as they took her in. I heard them voice their approval and one guy said they were headed the wrong direction the party must be in our room. When we got in the room Brandy was all over me. She was still really hammered and when she's like that she very vocal and wild. "You liked seeing your little wife being violated, didn't you?" she barked. I just nodded. She ordered me to eat out her freshly fucked cunt since I was to scared to join in before. Thinking back to where it was just an hour before I eagerly obeyed. We fucked and sucked several times that night and next morning. She even had me fuck her ass. Since that night she's been more confident, dressing more sexy and revealing, she's even brought several women into our bedroom. Needless to say the band has been to our town several times since that night and we get together with them when they do. I've had her repeat her backstage performance several times. Although she wants me to join in I prefer sneaking in and watching vicariously. When we all go back to their hotel room I join in there. It 's so exciting having my dick in my wife's mouth while some guy fucks her. Or fucking her while she blows another cock. We've even filled all three holes at once. The band even brings other groupies and Brandy puts on a show with the other girls and I get to fuck them too. Sometimes she'll go on the road with them for a week. She usually leaves me with one of her friends and when she comes home she has great stories about fucking and sucking in the bus. The End The Band Not really romantic but this is the best categroy for the story. Definitely doesn't fit anywhere else and little warning, there is a rape described within. Brutal is a good term, closer to what usually happens but the after is the point of the story. Just mentioning so those who are squeamish can skip that part if they want. Didn't realize it was this long so apologies on that part. I just kept going until I was happy with it and don't really see a place to break it up at. ** God of all the suggestions of a therapist to make, it just had to be this one. After what happened, anyone would understand not wanting to be near men. Yes granted I can't let it rule me, it wasn't my fault, but fuck it all to hell, why did I agree to this. I mean there's getting back up again, and then there is this. Here I am in a hallway with plenty of men, fucking men, waiting for our turn to tryout. The guy sitting next to me on my left almost has to be gay or married, he hasn't done more than look at me when I sat next to him. The one on my right however can't take his eyes off me. I mean fuck, I'm going to clean his clock if he touches me and he just keeps staring, then he leans a little closer. "What sort of freaky things do you do in bed, pink hair?" I glare at him tightening my jaw trying for unknown reasons to not punch him, run away screaming, or bawl my eyes out. "There is no way in hell there will be anything done with you. Back away or I will make sure you never perform for any passed out drunk gal ever again." He just stares at me his mouth hanging. Probably trying to figure out if what I said was an insult. The man on my left snorts and waves his hand so I look at him. "Probably should have used smaller words, he doesn't look to have much upstairs." I just sigh and smile a little then lean back. Unlike most of the rest I am not tuning my instrument or practicing riffs. Also can't seem to find my sense of humor. Haven't since that night, wasn't last night but despite what my therapist says I think I should be more past what happened last year. I still have problems going to the store, let alone talking to men. Hell I find it hard to talk to anyone anymore. Most of the time I just sit in my apartment, practice, and watch TV. Do talk to my therapist once a week, she is very understanding and knows what I am going through. Well alright so she doesn't really, never been in the same place, but she has worked with other gals who have. Jerk as my name is called out, what the hell I haven't been here as long as some of them. Most of the guys are frowning since they know that as well. Still my name was called and hell that is the hand collecting the next guy for the tryout. Hopping up I collect my case and head for the guy, he watches with one eyebrow raised. Fuck if I get a comment about being a pink hair slut again I'm definitely decking somebody. Not even supposed to have pink hair, I'm naturally blonde. I do mean naturally, I'm almost platinum blonde, not out of a bottle. I wanted to be another color to not stand out to the fuck that did that, still not been caught, though the cops swear they are trying and he has done the same twice more. Luckily he doesn't say anything as I get up to him. Simply nods and motions so I follow him the rest of the way down the hallway. Hallway ends at a door, and behind the door is the stage. I move out on the stage behind the guy looking around. The curtain is pulled to the side, there is another way up there though I'm not real sure it comes down. Stop with a jerk when I realize the guys in the band are on the stage. I think I squeaked to because the hand turns around to look at me and so do the guys in the band. The one to my left is tall, at least six foot three, has big arms and an easy smile. The guy directly ahead past the hand is closer to my own height, also rather thin. Definitely not a drug addict, he has a swimmer body if said swimmer didn't swim much. I mean put glasses on him, shorten the hair, and he is a geek. The third guy fiddling with the drum set has short hair. He is not a geek though, can tell because he is wearing glasses, also has a big nose, though he looks more like a cowboy if he had boots and the hat. "Why is your hair pink?" This from the tall guy, he has one of those voices that is slightly nasal and yet it's a nice nasal. "Mishap with hair dye. I wanted to be a redhead and ended up pink. I got used to it so keep doing it." "A chick bassist, I don't like it." This from the geek so I glare at him. "Doesn't matter what I have or don't have hanging between my legs, I can play and you want a bassist. Here I am so do you want me to play or leave you to try and get something good out of what is out there?" I get stared at for a few seconds so shrug and turn away to leave. "Wait, we would like to hear you." Sigh and turn around. "Do you got a song you want me to play?" Three shaken heads. "We have limited success with what we have been doing so we will go in a new direction. Can you do something angry?" Ponder that one for a moment then nod and head for the empty spot. After pulling out my bass, a beautifully done shiny black with red dragon breathing fire design, I hook it up to the system. Couple test thrums then close my eyes. Bringing my hand high with the pick I search within myself and find it, just the thing. Bring the pick down as I adjust my fingers and let them strum along the strings as I beat out the tune. I'm not doing speed metal, I am strumming out my anger after what happened, what I reached because I was helpless and I refuse to return to there. My hands are moving fast and sure, letting all that determination out in the music. Then there is a hand on my shoulder, I jerk away pulling off my bass in one fluid movement quite ready to beat a man down. The geek is waving his hands around and backing away, the rest of the guys are staring at me, even the hand. Then they are clapping so the bass comes down, hate to ruin the thing. "That was beautiful." "Definitely, pink hair or not you are definitely in." The geek looks at the other two then back to me. "Some hostility issues but fuck it you are good." "Don't fucking touch me while I'm playing." All four of the guys trade a glance then shrug. "Alright, so long as you don't dance around on stage." Roll my eyes. "I don't do that." "I think Pinky here should sing with you." I think we all stare at the cowboy for a second, then the geek is looking at me. "Maybe, assuming she is willing." Shrug at that. "So long as you don't want me prancing around in a thong." Three nods then grins. "Now that you say that it has a certain appeal." "No." Their grins got bigger. "Ah come on." "No, ask again and I will leave." Four frowns, but they all shrug, makes me wonder who the hand is. "What about a skirt?" This from the hand and I can't help the shiver, I was wearing a skirt on that night. "No skirt, I will wear pants." The geek turns to the hand. "Paul go on and kick the rest out, we will work with Pinky on the music." The hand snorts. "Alright Brain, no taking over the world." The tall guy and cowboy snort at that, I get it but can't do much past a small smile. Once Paul has left the other three turn back to me and we get a little closer. First thing is names, the geek is named Mark. The tall guy is Andrew, and the cowboy is Woody. Up close I can see them better so notice that Andrew has a pronounced bend in his nose. Andrew has light blue eyes and Mark has brown eyes, with brown hair. All three of them are staring at me, not below my chin. Oddest thing, they are looking above my eyes so either they are staring at my eyebrows or hair. Wave my hands in front of their faces a few times to get blinks then we get to what we are supposed to be doing. We talk music, or rather our lack of having any. Since they have decided we will have a new direction in our music and no actual recording contract we got two weeks to come up with fresh music. On the one hand this is good for me, I'll be in on the writing of our songs and I won't have to learn what we have done already. Course on the other hand, that means I have to be in close contact with the guys. Two weeks we have a concert of sorts, nothing all that major at least. We are not going to be playing in a packed stadium, we got a gig in a bar. Course at this point it's not really a bar anymore, it's where the up and coming bands play which I guess we are. So want to ask how exactly we ended up with that gig missing a bassist. Also not sure I want to know. I mean generally shit like this falling in your lap is either lots of getting on your knees and blowing people or being related to one of the people you would blow. The best part of it is simply there are two choices on the basis of a song to be written, bass or drum. Mark suggests bass, Woody frowns for a second then nods so I'm the basis for our songs. The first one is again with the angry. Paul has come back and there is a recorder so he sets up the recorder and I close my eyes. Finding the right spot again I bring down the pick and play. They let me go for almost seven minutes before I get unplugged. "You know fuck it's going to be hard to come up with lyrics for this." I think we all stare at Mark, I do at least, Woody is off to the side and it's not well lit in here. "Well fuck man, you said angry so she found angry. You are the one saying you can do lyrics and shit." This from Andrew getting Mark to round on him. "Fucking hell man, like I'm the only one here able to put a sentence together." Andrew and Mark get closer together with frowns. I would pay attention to what they are saying if Woody doesn't wave his hand. So I leave them to their argument, with Paul, and head for Woody. He has a grin on his lips so I give him a small smile, honestly I'm rather glad to not be in the middle of the argument. "While the clowns argue, what do you think about when you play like that?" I sigh and shake my head. "Not sharing that, mostly it's just a matter of finding something to be mad about, letting the feeling fill me up, and let it out through the pick and fingers." Woody snorts and nods. "I do the same thing, though I got sticks. Alright so not specifics, but what pisses you off?" Think about that for a second. "Well the economy sucks, environment is taking a nose dive. I mean fuck man just looking outside and the sky isn't blue anymore. Let's see, cops don't have enough people, yet they are not getting more." Woody waves his hand. "Little closer to home." Frown since well the cops thing is pretty darn close to home, though there are other things. "Well driving is pretty darn shitty, I mean nobody seems to actually know how. Cell phones plastered to an ear while they are driving. Not to mention people falling asleep while driving so end up dead with others." Woody snorts and nods. "Yeah no shit, but again little closer to home." Toss up my hands. "Fucking closer to home, holy fuck man I'm not getting on my back for you." Woody is gawking at me now, then I realize the argument is over so turn to look. "That's it, you are a fucking genius Pinky." Mark says though Paul is shaking his head. "Hell no, she is Brain, you are Pinky." Mark looks at Paul, then swats him on the head. "Dude shut up, still this is perfect. Can take the angry bass and make it a dude trying to pick up a totally hot chick." Andrew is smiling now. "Can put in the pick up lines and have Pinky saying her answer." I think I know what that is. "So stupid pick up line then I'm saying holy fuck man I'm not getting on my back for you?" Four nods and smiles so toss up my hands and may as well ask. "Why is our stage hand taking part in this?" Paul snorts. "I'm Pinky's brother." Mark rolls his eyes. "Dude I am not Pinky." I actually have a name, remember sharing it. "Andrea guys, my name is Andrea." Andrew shakes his head and winks at me. "Close to my name so what the hell we can bill you as Pinky and no confusion on what people are screaming. I mean I'd be annoyed to think a few hundred guys are screaming suggestive things at me." On the one hand, I'd rather not have a few hundred guys screaming suggestive things at me. Still I see what he means, Andrew and Andrea sound fairly close when screaming them out and I don't want to go lesbian. Hell I haven't even thought of sex, though have played. I mean my body has needs so I have used my fingers. There really is no comparison between fingers and a hard cock sadly. I've been thinking of getting a vibrator, have looked up sexy stories and read them while playing. Not that this has any bearing on the conversation and I realize everybody is looking at me then remember that this is in relation to calling me Pinky. "Pinky works for me." Besides it would be another removal of what happened and where I am. "Alright, we got a good spot for this song so another song." I look from Mark to Woody to get a shrug. "I always thought it worked better to finish one song then move on to a new." Mark snorts and shakes his head. "We got the basic down, what to put in as lyrics. At this point it's getting it all down and write up the notes for Andrew to play with. Once that happens we see if it works with him and Pinky playing and figure out the drum." Andrew shrugs behind Mark so I look at Woody to get a shrug. "Well alright, so more angry?" Mark and Paul shake their heads. "Let's let Woody come up with the base this time and you can play along if you find the rhythm." Look at Woody to get a grin and nod so nod at Mark. "Alright." Mark smiles and looks at Woody. "Can you do horny?" I am definitely gawking now, so is Woody and Andrew. "Dude what the fuck, we just figured on a song with Pinky saying no fucking way." Mark grins. "Well I was thinking, she says no fucking way until the very end then there is yes. So we get the yes and then move on to knocking boots." Woody looks at me, I look back then shrug. "So long as this isn't an attempt to get me to do that." All four of the guys are looking me up and down. "Nope, though wouldn't say no if you offered." Toss up my hands then look at Woody. "Definitely hope you have scored." Woody rolls his eyes. In answer he starts to play, at first the rhythm isn't so good but then he gets it down. Listen in and well hell this is pretty good. If I was going for a nice slow screwing so wave my hands. "Hang on here, this is a one night stand, I don't think a guy would take his time with a chick he just met and probably won't see again." Woody sighs and turns a little red then goes back to it. This time he has the frantic fucking going on and well I can play along to this. I start up playing and go along with the rhythm with Mark smiling. Andrew is nodding his head then he starts to play. He had picked up a guitar at some point, let's just say he can play. We play for a while with Mark and Paul smiling, Mark is scribbling on a pad as well. Hopefully he is writing down the lyrics because I don't want to come up with them. We play for a while with Mark scribbling furiously. When we stop he is still scribbling so I head over there to look. I read what he has then swat him on the head. "First off, there is no fucking way I'm letting you sing about gazooms." Mark waves his hand. "There is a listing of not allowed words, most of the better words for tits are in there." Roll my eyes. "Is bouncing not allowed? I mean seriously, don't be talking about tits, simply talk about how much bouncing is happening." Mark sighs and shrugs then a woman is coming over. "Sorry guys, we are going to need to boot you out, got a crew coming to finish setting up." "Alright, thanks for letting us do auditions in here." She smiles and shrugs. "Not like we were doing anything else during the day." Plenty of snorts then we go collect our stuff. All packed up in no time I get to wait for the rest of them then we head for the parking lot together. Get outside and watch as the crew is bringing stuff into the auditorium and I notice they are bringing in wedding stuff. "We're not the band for the reception are we?" Three snorts and Paul is chuckling into his hand. "I did try and get that but they have a band for it, since we were doing auditions management was leery of hiring us anyway." Look at Paul for a second then look at Mark. "Your brother is managing us?" Mark shakes his head. "We don't have a manager, Paul just figured what the hell and asked. I was right there with him and was thinking the same thing. Not quite what was said, the dude was talking about how we need to have a full band and then record of us so clients can hear it. There was an offer to have us as an option for receptions and whatnot later." Look at Woody to get a shrug. "Not a bad option to have, if we don't hit it big do need to have an income." He has a point, I only get another year of paid rent. "I can do most of the songs people ask for, I got the easy instrument." Woody snorts, Andrew rolls his eyes. "I gotta take off, work tonight." Andrew gets plenty of waves as he walks away then Mark turns to me. "Since you are taking an interest in the lyrics think you can stand to come with us?" Look at him and Paul and shrug. "So long as neither tries to be alone with me or takes off their clothes." Woody snorts. "Paul is always around so I think they like being alone together." Mark rolls his eyes. "No we both go for gals, promise no attempts to screw you. Do you want to follow us or get an address?" "Lift would be better, I took the bus." Paul sighs. "We got a two seater." Oh well hell, means either I drive or I'm in somebodies lap. "Alright, but if any moves are put on I'm breaking noses." Woody walks away chuckling, Paul and Mark are grinning and I was being serious. Still if they want to find it funny then they will, though I was not kidding. I have taken some self defense classes and can pack a pretty good punch, or elbow. Knee is my favorite though, knee to the balls is such a man killer move. So wish I had known that before, but I do now so it won't happen again. At least hopefully and I will be sure and leave with the band from now on. The two seater is a rather nice car so I find myself wondering how two guys trying to put a band together can afford it. I know the auditorium had to be paid for and neither one is working tonight. At least not that they said so far. I also find out that Mark doesn't really have any meat on his bones. Sitting on his lap is lots of poking, and not from a hard cock. Seat belt laws mean I have to be up close and personal with him to get it around us. At least I'm thin, and not really from exercise so call me a lucky duck. Finally we reach the house and well color me slightly shocked. We are pulling in to a house, well mansion perhaps being closer to it. Not a huge eighty room place, but it's big and the garage is at least two cars. I wasn't sure there were any places this big here, I thought they were outside the city in one of those big gated communities. Parked now and we are having problems with the seat belt. Paul hops out and comes around the car, though not because of the seat belt. Getting in was hard, out I don't want to do without help. Paul is also laughing so I flip him off then Mark gets the belt undone. I guess when I stopped working at it he could adjust the thing to the right angle. Getting out with help Mark is gasping. When he gets out he leans over to breathe a little then straightens up. "Paul she has your lap next time. Darn heavy chick." I just gape at him a second, Paul swats him on the head, so I do the same and harder since there was a smack sound. "Never say that to a chick." I point at Paul. The Band "What he said." I then swat Paul. "What the hell was that for?" He asks rubbing his head. "He's your brother." Mark snorts and grins then points for the door so I follow him with Paul emptying the trunk. Mark opens the door and holds it for me then follows in. I sniff since I can smell something cooking and it smells good. Mark is doing the same and has a smile then points so I head that way. The first room we reach is pretty darn big. The TV is as big as the car I think. Under the TV is a sectional sofa, and I only know that because it's one of those huge ones that curls over itself. It is beige in color with some salmon throw pillows on it. Nestled in between the three sides of the sofa is a rather impressive glass coffee table with a bouquet of flowers in a vase. Arrayed around the flowers are magazines. I can see some of the standard everybody reads, along with game magazines, music, and what looks like a catalog for musical equipment. Color me jealous, I have to take the bus for an hour to get to a good music store to buy picks and strings. There is on the far wall next to the window for the back yard what look an awful lot like gold records. Big row of them, course row isn't quite the right word, rows would be better, four rows of at least five records on the wall. Holy shit, I seem to have gotten in a band with at least one guy the son of somebody in the music business. Color me a little shocked, then we are through the room into the kitchen, I like this kitchen. Huge fridge, center island, pots and pans galore hanging above the island. Counter and cabinets galore, a door off to the side that has to be a pantry, and a woman cooking. I'd say she is the cook except she isn't wearing a uniform, also wearing an apron that says 'Never argue with Mom or the Cook. Mark opening the fridge gets her to look over at us and her jaw drops. About then I realize there is a girl in here with mom I hope. She notices me and runs over then looks up, not all that far she is about twelve. "Are you his girlfriend?" Mark groans and I shake my head. "I'm in his band, I'm a bassist." Mom, the cook, whichever comes over and smiles at me. "Well at least he finally did something right." Mark sighs and heads past me holding a soda. "Yes fine I should have listened to Mom, he could play." Look at him, then back at Mom and suppose I look puzzled. "He started a band in high school, the boy picked to be the bassist could play, also was into drugs. Common thing in music but never that early so I warned Mark about him, didn't listen and the boy got steadily worse at playing. Died as well, took the whole family yelling at dunce head over there to do an audition." Paul comes in lugging two cases and goes past me to put them by the table. "He was a great guy and friend we were all bummed about it." "There's no dining room?" Earns me a snort out of Mom. "Other side of the house, when we got it the dining room was right there but we are not pretentious so put the living room there." The girl snorts and leans a little closer to me. "Daddy loves sports so now he can listen to the games while we eat." "Andrea." She straightens up and looks at her, I do the same. Ingrained thing, when a woman snaps out your name like that you look at the woman. Also stand a little straighter and touch at your shirt to make sure it's straight. Call it having strict parents if you want. "Oh no, your name is Andrea?" Nod and shrug. "Got named Pinky by them, makes sense with Andrew, screaming Andrea and Andrew sound alike." Mom nods and sighs then looks at me a little closer. "How old are you?" "Twenty three." There is a frown now. "Did you... No I won't ask. My boys are old enough for you and at least there is a band again. Are you staying for dinner?" Shrug at that just happy she didn't ask, I'm fairly sure she knows what happened to me, it was in the news for a week with pictures of me. "I can if you don't mind, live alone and no pets." "I don't mind, keep those two from doing anything vile will you." Nod and head that way, she goes back to minding the stove. Andrea goes back to the breakfast nook she had been sitting at before working on something since school is over for the summer. I miss doing that with my mom while she cooked. Sitting at the table with Paul and Mark I go over what he has on lyrics, also swat him for not getting me a soda. Paul hops up and gets two so I give him a little smile. We then go back to the lyrics and make pretty good headway on them. Eventually a man comes in and gets a kiss from Mom so that must be Dad. Not that I have any other names for them though he looks familiar. He sits at the table with us and looks me over as Mark hands over the notes. Turn crimson at this point since the lyrics we have been working on are for the sex song that comes after the turning men down besides one at the end. He looks it over and starts to chuckle, I groan and drop my head to the table. I am mortified now since it is about having sex and while I would like to I also can't. "This is pretty good. You also look familiar." Look up at him at that. "I think I have seen you before, though you had blonde hair then." Mom comes over and swats him. "Leave that be." Drop my head back down, I don't want to talk about it, and if I do most pity me then if not simply assume I asked for it. My therapist can't say where the thinking on that comes from. Also says that it is fairly common for men to assume that women do ask for it. Luckily at least it is not brought up again, and I spend quite a while going over the lyrics with Mark and Paul. Their dad does help a little, he is a music producer so gets the gold records along with the band. Get a lift home a little on the late side but no questions on my past so I am happy enough. Also going back tomorrow to get together with the rest of the guys. My therapist appointment is for the day after so that really works. Honestly I'm happy with this, their dad can't sign us but because of who he is we can get some shortcuts. Also find out that we have a gig in battle of the bands should have realized that before. Good in a way since producers do go to those. Not so good as well because they don't always show up until later which is when the better known bands are on. Course if we really kick ass we will get shoved out there again, management decision. So I'm rather excited about that, and nervous as all hell getting on the bus. Not just because there are men, well men may be a relative term since most don't really look to need to shave yet. I'm nervous because it is known to have your instrument case snatched. Not to mention purse and then knifings are semi common to get either. Luckily I get off the bus with my purse, case, and no extra holes in me. Then it is a fairly long walk, it seems like the bigger the house the longer the walk from the bus stop. Probably something to say about that but fuck if I care, I get to walk all this way. Finally I reach the house and head for the door to ring it. Oddly enough Woody answers the door and ushers me in. We go straight to the living room where Paul, Mark, and Andrew are sitting on the sofa. They look up and wave then go back to what they are going over. Woody leaves me there to head for the kitchen so I go around the sofa to find a spot to sit. "Here check it out, fairly sure that is what you played yesterday." Paul says handing a sheet over to me. I look it over then jump when Woody puts a soda in front of me. Woody frowns then sits next to me. "You are jumpy." Sigh and shrug. "Rode on the bus, getting on a bus with purse and instrument case is a fairly good way of ending up minus one or both, sometimes with a knife wound or three." Four frowns. "We gotta get you a car or something." Sigh and shake my head. "Getting out with people is part of my therapy. Hell going to the audition was suggested by my therapist. Well not that one specifically but just getting back on the horse." Andrew groans. "Oh hell." I put my hand up. "I don't want to talk about it." Andrew nods, Paul I think knows though Woody and Mark look confused. Still there's no questions or conversations, instead we head downstairs. The basement is a wonderland, there is some recording equipment along with a full sound system. Also have a drum set down here so Woody can play. Not his drum set but then again I haven't seen his set yet. Find myself wondering if he has a set, fairly common for places that have live bands to have their own drum set. Which means drummers don't really need to have an actual drum set. Easy enough to set up a makeshift set and practice on that, also quieter so no complaints. Set the ponder aside, we are setting up our instruments then going over the first song lyrics. The come ons are pretty bad honestly though did let one work with me long time ago. After a little bickering on some of the come on phrases we get the final one done that I say yes to. I got them to make it a really good one, promise to fulfill all my desires. I mean fuck, a handsome guy promising that is almost always going to get a yes. Well not out of me, at least not yet, but otherwise this is almost a definite no miss on a one night stand. Run through the song once without lyrics and find it is a good length, just under three minutes. So we do the song with lyrics and find it got a bit over three minutes simply because it's a conversation. Which isn't bad, rather happy with it though I suggest making the last come on get asked twice before I say yes. Met with some opposition but I go and grab Mark's nose and squeeze, he gives up and we do it with twice. Run through it twice more, with pauses to suggest other changes then we get joined by the parents and Andrea. Mom is giggling at the come on phrases that come out, I'm having fun with the no fucking way and then at the very end, I elongate the yes. Don't know where the idea comes from but mean I do remember wanting hot sex. A good line like that would have me a little breathless. Also has me getting gawked at by the guys, Mom is downright laughing now. We are having pizza today which sounds good, though I order pizza fairly often since I don't have a car. In this city there is what you can walk to, which is mostly other houses or apartments, and what you drive to which is everything else. Since getting on the bus is nerve wracking for a gal, gang members do get on them along with drug addicts, ordering pizza is a better idea. Helps that said pizza can last for a few days as well so there's no ordering every night or going to the store. Not to say I don't go to the store, I go fairly often just to be around other people in a safe environment. Course safe being a relative term in that the driver can call for help if I get stabbed or other things. Luckily other things are limited on the bus since cops would be at the bus fast, and the driver does report when it looks like a gal is being followed for the other things. On my way to my therapist the next day I am nervous, I know she will suggest I tell them. We also need a third song, we get twenty minutes or three songs. I'm just not real sure what to do for a third song. The guys are in the same boat, the best suggestion on what to do is something else, we got the come on for a one nighter and the one nighter. "Miss, this is your stop." Look up and turn red, I was too busy trying to think of something else, luckily the driver remembers. "Shit thanks for remembering." I get up and head for the door then stop, what the hell he's always been nice to me and remembers where I'm going. "Been dubbed Pinky and in a band, going to be in the battle of the bands." He beams at me. "Awesome, I'll see if I can show up." As I get off the bus he reaches for the radio mic, either he is reporting on that or has a call to answer. Bus drivers have conversations fairly often, at least in this city. Sitting next to the door or behind him you notice these things though hearing what he does is hard. Then I'm in my therapists office and getting ushered straight in. "Well Andrea you are looking to be in better spirits." Dang, is she ever going to not notice everything and pry at it? "Did what you suggested and am now in a band." Get ushered to the chair with a smile on her lips. "That is wonderful news, tell me all about it." Well alright so yeah prying is her job and she does like her job. So I tell her about the audition, what it was like before going in and playing and what happened after. She is smiling the whole time, asks questions on how I felt and all that fun jazz. Finally I finish and she is nodding as she takes notes then looks up at me. "You have not told them?' I shake my head. "Fairly sure Andrew and Paul know, the parents definitely know but I don't want to be pitied." "Why you have pink hair now. Just you need to tell them, not what they heard on the news, well what they remember hearing, they need to know the truth. You need to talk it out anyway but you also need them to know the whole truth. They won't pity you, they will be mad at him." "All I have ever gotten was pity out of people." Get a shaken head at that one. "The group was proud of you, never had anyone go and talk about their experience in two months before. Well let me rephrase that, never had a violent victim go and talk about it after two months, usually four to five months to do what you did. Also would like you to come back, especially now that you are moving on and in a band again." "I'm not moving on that well, still jumpy. Still sit close as possible to the driver." "They like it when women sit close to them, they hate to have anything happen on the bus. Women sitting close to them means there is a fast grab and they can comfort her along with call in for police. Something else and they have a first aid box along with fast response. Jumpy you will be for life, get tired and touched and you jump away or attack. There really is no getting over this, you can only live with it. The more you talk about it however the better you will live with it. Always remember, you are not broken." Sigh and nod, she always says that at the end of our session. I'm not sure I believe her but well I am getting out and doing things, not all victims do. Hell I'm back in a band and going to do battle of the bands. If there is a better sign of not being broken I can't think of one. Course most of what I am doing is simply blustering along and trying to look strong. Deep down I'm scared shitless that it will happen again. Sometimes guys look at me and I think there is a big sign over my head saying what happened to me. Other times I think it's more they think I would look better without pink hair. Hard to really tell which is true and then we are talking about guys. Back on the bus I head for Mark and Paul, we are to get together again to practice and try to come up with a new song. While walking to their house I get picked up by Woody, he has a rather nice newer car. I'm not saying it's a brand new expensive car, it's just your average seven year old car that mostly works fine. Mostly works because the air conditioning doesn't work that great and the gears grind a little now and then. I'm just glad I left my bass here, taking the bus is bad enough, with the my case is nerve wracking since people do look at it. Much too big to be called anything but something expensive, which sounds wrong since most want to do guitar. Case for my bass doesn't look like a guitar, long and sorta thin says something else is inside. Not to say an electric bass is cheap, the one I am using now was two grand to get. Had to get it special for me, the curse of being a chick doing bass. Most bass players are taller than I am with longer arms, there was one regular bass small enough for me, but I didn't like the look of it. Inside we find all of the guys in the basement, since I am fresh from my therapist and she had insisted I sit the guys down in the corner sofa nook. They are all looking at me with confused faces so take a deep breath. "I am fresh from my therapist and she insisted I tell so I'm going to tell you. Don't interrupt, don't ask questions, and no pity." Four frowns and nods so take another deep breath. ** I'm too damn tired to wait for them. I left early because I need to catch the bus or wait another hour or so to hitch a ride. Course the bus doesn't stop on this street so I need to get to the next street over. Luckily for this the back of the place opens in an alley and there is a cross alley to take. Lugging my case I head for the cross alley. See a crowd heading through the cross alley to take the bus like I am so don't pay as much attention as I should. I didn't know it then, the alley looked deserted, and I was tired so not thinking as well as I should be. Reaching the cross alley I turn to head for the bus and don't make it. A man darted out of the other side of the alley I was on and grabs me. Tosses me toward the alley he came out of and follows after so I'm scrambling backwards. I didn't think to scream right away so he's grinning as he advances on me. I run into the wall and then think to scream, but only do so for half a second at most and he's on me. First thing he does is punch on my cheek so my head snaps to the side. Find out later that he broke my cheek bone, not terribly bad of a break but broke. Then he punches me again so my nose is bleeding. I try and punch him back though it wasn't a terribly good punch. Still pisses him off so he rears back and punches again, and again. I'm actually not quite there when he rips my clothes off, laughing the whole time about how I'm a blonde slut. Wore a skirt for the gig with a g string, wasn't my idea but I had to admit glances up the skirt it looks better than granny panties. Tears my top mostly off me then tosses my legs wide and gets between them. Come to with his weight on me, he is working on undoing his pants so I can scream bloody murder. At least as much screaming as I can manage in the pain I am in. He gets his pants open so rears back and punches me again. This time on my eye bouncing my head off the concrete, makes my eye swell closed rather quickly. Puts me in a daze so I'm only moaning as he works his pants down enough to get his hard cock out. Little spitting and shoving of fingers into me then there is a cock barreling it's way into my dry cunt. His words for it, he's taunting me with how I'm going to get off on his cock. Then he's moving so I scream again, don't get out much this time either, he produces a bit of cloth and shoves it in my mouth. At this point I can't do much, he's shoving his cock in and out of me. My dryness is starting to not be dry. At the time I'm crying because I'm being raped, and it seems he was right, I am starting to enjoy his raping cock. Course enjoying isn't the right thing, I thought so then, but later on learned that I moistened to protect myself from further damage there. Not that I knew it at the time, he's humping away at what I think is my willing cunt. I'm bleeding all over the place, my head hurts, and I can't do anything. Just lie there while he fucks away at me. Totally feeling helpless and weak while this man I never saw before is pumping away at me. I don't reach orgasm but I'm starting to feel the rise toward one when he does. His head tosses back and he groans while his warmth floods me. Gets me to cry harder because I'm not on birth control. Hell for all I know the guy has HIV and now I do to. He's laughing as he finishes emptying into me. Kick at him when he stands up to fix his pants so he calls me some names and kicks back a few times. Damaged my kidney on that side and gave me low grade internal bleeding. Kicks me on the head a time or two as well so I'm really out of it when he walks away. The last thought I had that night was that I need to get my case and get to the bus. Was found four hours later wrapped around my case and whisked to the hospital. The Band Plenty of surgery happened, they needed to make sure everything hurt was fixed and then not missed anything. Plenty of evidence on the guy was left in me and under my nails. I don't have anything besides a damaged kidney so no marathon runs for me. Didn't get knocked up and do work for that so if I ever get to the point of wanting sex again I can have kids. ** Just sorta trail off there, not really much else to talk about. Could talk about the week in the hospital talking to cops and therapists, physical as well as mental. There was even an argument over my case, the hospital wanted to clean it. I refused to let them because it is a stark reminder to never go anywhere alone. All of it also falls over me again so I'm crying then turn into the closest person and bury my face. Arms go around me and I'm held while I cry, been a while since I've done that. I guess my therapist was right, I shut down and needed to vent before I burst and do something stupid like suicide. After a while I realize there is a conversation going on, about what happened to me. Look up at the head attached to the chest I was buried in. I grabbed Woody to cry on, makes sense he came down to the basement with me. Still before I pay attention to the conversation I am going to say something to Woody. "Sorry about your shirt and not sleeping with you." Silence for a moment then Woody snorts. "I have a washer, and didn't think you would. Pay better attention Mark is using your story as the third song." Frown and look at Mark. "Not making it light or nothing, figured we would hit them with something deep. Can't get a whole lot deeper than that." "Wasn't really that deep, asshole was maybe average." Mark opens his mouth then Paul smacks him on the head and comes closer to kneel before me. "I've been helping him with it and you don't have to sing it." Sigh and shake my head. "I'm not broken." Woody squeezes on me so I look up at him. "Make for a good close on the song. Do you think you could do helpless and then build up to fierce?" Just stare at him for a second not getting it then Mark smacks the table. "I see what he's saying, wants you to do what it was like while it happened then build up to being the fierce Pinky." Sigh and shake my head. "Honestly I'm scared shitless most of the time." "Common for gals who have had that done to them." I totally try and jump over the sofa, except there is no behind it's against the wall. Do end up in the corner breathing hard. Mom is standing there with a frown, I guess because she scared the shit out of me. Not literally at least but fuck. "Sorry I forgot about the jumpy, I volunteer at a clinic that helps women that were raped. All of them are afraid of their shadows when they get there. You are pretty far along on the recovering at least what it's called. I am curious on one thing, why bass?" Sigh and move to sit again like a normal person. "I play bass because my uncle plays double bass in a symphony. He has let me play his when I was a kid and liked it, he showed me how as well so when I went to music class I chose to do bass. In high school I had a double bass, also was asked to join a band so needed an electric. The first one I got was small enough but not that great looking to me. Stickers helped but when we started doing gigs I saved up and got that one." "Can you play guitar?" "Sure, I just prefer doing bass." Mom nods and shrugs. "One of the bands under management could use a guitarist. Can't ask Mark and Andrew has a job." Frown and look at Mark. "Why can't you ask Mark?" Plenty of sighs down here. "Related to the producer means the band doesn't trust him, no trust and it doesn't work." Mark says then Mom waves her hand. "Not to do tours or anything, they need a guitarist for the studio since theirs hurt his hand and can't play for right now. This isn't a huge big time band, one of the new groups. If you are willing a car will pick you up tomorrow." Nod then frown. "Don't you have stand by people?" "Oh sure, the band didn't like any of them. At this point we either get you or call around for people tomorrow. Can't not use the studio time allotted and they are particular fucks as my husband put it." "Well so long as I get paid for it, I only get so much out of the state to recover on." "You do get paid, I think it's fifty to show up and then if the band can get it's head out of their ass it's another hundred for any days you play with them. Also, hamburgers for you guys and Andrea, got a dinner to attend." Mark and Paul sigh. "We wanted to practice this and Andrea is a little young to listen to it." "You three are not exactly old enough either." The guys groan at that, I crack a small smile and Mom is grinning. "Don't worry about it, she will watch TV." Mom exits the basement so I head for my bass. Takes a while to get the tune right, I can do the helpless easy enough. Just think about while that asshole was on top of me and how I felt. Building up to the angry though that part takes a while because I get angry fairly quickly while thinking about it. Paul has the idea of showing me the lyrics so I can learn those and sing while I play. Not the best of ideas because I start crying again, and also the best of ideas because I hold to helpless while doing the rape part. Four run through of the song later and I'm not so happy with it, missing something then it comes to me. Run through the song until it gets to the end part then almost whisper the end line and do a solo performance. Build and build until I'm frantically tearing through the notes and almost shout it. Dad is down here at the time listening and smiling huge at me. Also gives me a hug since I'm going to maybe help him out with his band. I'm not real sure how much help I will be but hell with fifty I can afford to get a nice pair of pants to wear for the gig. Salvation Army stores are a godsend for broke musicians they just don't carry the nice shit. For nice you need to hit up a regular store. My rape cost me three hundred in clothes, since I'm not going to wear a skirt I can get cheaper for a pair of pants. I got plenty of nice enough shirts but pants are tough to find at Salvation shops. Once I'm home with my bass I practice more. Been a while since I've actually done a full on practice session. Just run through the chords over and over before settling down and playing classical. Doesn't work that well on an electric bass but the notes jump around a bit more than they do on regular music. This is mostly because acoustics are set up differently, at least when it comes to bass. That was the hard part for me, taking what I know of a double bass and taking it to an electric bass. What works to get a clear note out of the double doesn't work on electric and vice versa. Drove the teacher and my band mates nuts for a while. Wake up to banging on my door, oh hell I fell asleep while playing. Well maybe not while playing but I need to get a shower and dressed. Hopping up I get the door and I have a driver standing there, double take at this one, I have what looks like a limo driver. "Limo?" He nods and grins. "Absolutely, my boss likes to work with this company because they will call for a limo to do most anything. Not kidding, yesterday I took a receptionist around to get fast food for lunch." Just gawk at him a second. "Damn, alright well come on in, need to take a shower. Don't ask if you can watch." He nods and follows me in. "Don't think I'm not bummed that I can't watch or join in. Still better this way, have a girlfriend." Wave my hand and head for my bedroom to get a change of clothes. Make for a fast shower and don't bother to dry my hair terribly well. It's fairly straight anyway so not a big deal. Just get in, get wet, scrub a little, and get out to dry and get dressed. Come out of the bathroom to find him sitting on my sofa with bass sitting on the coffee table. Groan at that, I didn't put it away and it's still plugged in. He watches as I put it away then offers to carry the case for me. Well what the hell he's the limo driver and him taking it away is a good way to not have a job anymore. Limo drivers are paid pretty well anyway so he can afford to buy his own. Hell he probably can afford to get a nicer one than I have, I got a low end custom bass. "You do play guitar right? I was told to come here and pick up a guitarist." "Yeah, I can do guitar, I prefer bass but I'm stepping up to help out a band produced by the dad of my band mate." "Oh good, they like to yell if you mess up even if I followed what I was told exactly." Sounds about right then we are at the limo and I got a white one. Look at him for a moment and he rolls his eyes. "My black one is down for maintenance so I get to drive around in the virginity stealer. We use these for prom, don't ask me why." He heads for the trunk and I actually giggle a little. Color me shocked that I giggled but dang, virginity stealer and it's the limo they use to take couples to prom with. I got laid at prom and know plenty of gals who did the same so I suppose it's an apt name. Still amusing that they call it that, then I get in the back of the limo. Find a champagne bottle in here, not that I want to have any. Not open anyway so I look around and I got sodas so grab one out. He looks back at me when I crack it open and asks for one so I hand him this one and get a second out. Glares at me for a bit since I took a sip first, I just crack the new one and trade. Sit back and enjoy the ride, I didn't get a limo for prom. Not that I was here for prom anyway but my date owned a car. Do get a bit worried when we head toward out of town. I mean I figured the studio would be closer to the company building if not part of it. "Don't worry not planning on anything but taking you to the studio. There are three studio's owned by the company we are working for, this one is used by the new bands to not be distracted." Relax a little but not that much, I'm alone with him and he's larger. Deep down I know if he was going to do anything to me he would have at my apartment. I mean I let him in and went to take a shower. Still there are some who would prefer taking a gal out to the middle of nowhere for their fun. Then we are stopping and there are cars parked out here and there is a studio sign. Still don't relax, he could tase me or something and drive me elsewhere. Not that anything happens beyond he opens the door and continues on for the trunk. I get my case back when we go inside the studio and find Dad, he smiles and escorts me farther in to where there is the band. There is even a guy sitting there with his hand in a cast and the rest are ribbing him. As one they look up at us then me and finally my case. Few snorts come out since they know I'm carrying a bass. "Coop that is a bass player, we need a guitarist." Dad looks at me and I roll my eyes. "I can play guitar, prefer bass. If you really want me to show off get a double bass." Three slack jaws at that one then the one in the cast chuckles. "Hell guys, give her a guitar and let her play, if she sucks we need to keep looking anyway." Frown and look up at Dad. "I was told they are particular." "Nah, we wanted someone our own age. The guys they brought in were graying and we are not the stones." Tossed hands next to me so shrug and follow the band. Into the studio playing side we go where I get to look over the song. Hell this is easy enough then get distracted by the bassist wanting to check out my bass. Well what the hell so I pop the case open and hand her over. He looks it over and even strums once and smiles at me. "Good bass, also looks familiar. Like I've seen somebody playing this before." Look up at him with a frown then I realize. "Oh hell, opened for you guys in my last band. Had blonde hair at the time." They all look at me with a frown. "I thought you stopped playing." Nod and shake my head. "Did stop playing, at least publically. I had to recover from what happened, am in a band again, Coop is Dad to the singer." Cast is swung about. "Why is your hair pink?" "My hair is pink because I wanted to be not blonde, it's what that asshole looks for, and well I can put distance between me and the past. I was trying for red but when I did it the first time I had to finish early to catch the bus for my therapist. Grew on me, and well I'm not blonde so I stayed with pink." Plenty of nods to that. "Makes sense, plenty of bands wouldn't play at that place for two months after. Do you got a gig lined up?" Nod and smile a little. "Our first gig is battle of the bands, probably because of Coop. He can't sign us but that doesn't mean he can't open some doors." The intercom squawks at us. "Pinky that was uncalled for, Paul called up management and kept doing it for a couple weeks." The guys look at the window then look at me. "My name is Andrea but we got an Andrew in the band, he's the guitarist. I got dubbed Pinky and honestly it's not that bad a name. Course Paul started calling Mark, Brain, though honestly geek works better. He's all skin and bone, give him glasses and short hair and you got a geek." Plenty of snorts and the intercom squawks at us again. "He wears contacts and this is not you playing with the band." My stomach rumbles so I better ask, better to not play on an empty stomach. "Yes, oh evil lord and master Satan, we will play for you. Quick question, do you got a breakfast shake back there or something?" The guys are laughing now, and I think the technician in there with Coop is doing the same "We will find something, somebody get her a guitar." Cast guy gets me a guitar and well dang this is a rather big guitar. Close to on par with my bass so I raise my eyebrows at him. "I got thin fingers so got an extra good guitar." "Well I may like your guitar. Since you are not doing anything stay here and turn the page for me." Gets me a shrug so I go over the first page twice then look around, they are all watching me and remember I need to demonstrate first. With a shrug I adjust my fingers and start playing the song. Honestly it's good I play bass since this guitar has the same idiosyncrasies as my bass. Finish the first page and kick cast guy so he changes the page and keep going. "Holy fuck you are good." Cast guy says after taking the sheets away, so shrug. "Not all that different from playing bass on this guitar. I'd have difficulty with a regular guitar at first, have tried before." "So I could play your bass?" Nod and shake my head. "I don't want to let you touch it, danger prone apparently. But a bass like that you can play no problem. Started out playing the short regular bass but didn't like how it looked and stickers didn't help so got that one custom made. It's a low end custom but it's a good bass." Intercom squawks again so we all wave at our evil lord and master Satan then get down to the music. Coop doesn't look so happy but the technician in there with him is grinning. Also get a breakfast shake brought in for me so I make us pause to down that fast. After that we get down to business. Course business being a misnomer, cast guy is making faces at me while I read the sheet and play. Doesn't affect me, my sense of humor seems to be coming back but I'm also concentrating on the music. Makes the other guys laugh though so we end up doing the song five times. Then we pause for lunch which I like, breakfast shakes are not that filling. Five times run through isn't all we have done though, started the song at least twenty times so we were going for something like three hours. Most of that time was spent yelling at cast guy. It was funny but also killing off studio time which is expensive. When we head for the buffet the guys all hurry to sit next to me. "Are you guys all single?" Four nods so frown. "What happened to that one chick, I forget her name." "Oh hell she was a groupy, did all of us off and on for about a month then found a different band. You met her about halfway through the month." Shiver a little at that one. "That was why she flirted with me. Glad I don't go for gals, probably would have caught something from her." "Nah, she was good about the condoms. We rather think she was married because it was always with a condom and she never stayed the night." Put the sandwich down, not so hungry all of a sudden. "I don't get that, I mean I do get wanting to fuck a musician, lots of those guys are hunks. The rest of it though." The guys shrug. "We don't either but when you are single it's at least a chick to fuck." Toss up my hands. "No wonder most musicians are single." Coop snorts from behind me. "Good portion of us producers are as well, even with assistants so don't have to go on tour. If you guys are finished eating we got another four hours of studio time. Another band is coming in tonight." Look up at Coop. "You are getting a little eviler." Coop looks down at me and rolls his eyes. "Need to keep this studio running so we are slave drivers. Not like it's hard to sit in the studio and play." Not really no, but it's fun to poke at him. Still he is right on that so we hop up and finish off what we got. If we want to, I lost my appetite with the talk on that groupy. Back into the studio we go and complain about the technician wanting to do one more take of that last song. Still we do the one more take. After the one more take we move on to a different song. So new sheet and I get about thirty seconds to read the whole thing. Luckily there is no singing, we are just doing the instrumentals. So run through that four times then we kick cast guy out and Coop comes in to change the page for me. Course Coop does the same thing on the next run through of the song. The guys are laughing hard at the face he made. I mean he went above just making a face, he got his hands involved to give him horns and a goatee. I only cracked a smile and shook my head so the guys are calling me Terminator, which I counter with Pinky. Turns around and now I am Terminator Pinky which actually is better than Pinky. Finally Coop calls the day done and the guys are packing up. Get offers of a lift that I decline since going home with Coop. Not that I'm not a little tempted, cast guy is handsome and nice, I remember wanting to ask him out when we met. But groupy was there and all over him so figured on he was dating her. Wish I had known she was a groupy and not a girlfriend. Would have made dealing with after easier, maybe. Heck who knows, if we had been dating he may have been there that day and given me a lift. No sense crying over spilt milk, I am doing well enough anyway. Not that I don't look after him a little longer than maybe should, I guess I'm starting to want to get laid. Takes a little while but finally we are leaving, Coop had to make sure the tapes made today are labeled and put in the proper canister. No talking on the way out then I notice the band coming in. They are all in a hearse, a nice hearse with all the curtains still on it. Just watch them getting out and well I guess vampire band or something silly. "I didn't pick them out, but they seem to be a good niche band." Coop says once we are in his car. "I think you should make Paul and Mark use this car." It's a four door, my bass is in the back seat. "Wife's car, I had to drop Andrea off at a party today. I got a two seater like theirs." Toss up my hands. "Men in this city." Coop snorts then looks over at me. "Are you not going to look at my boys, Woody, or Andrew as dating material?" Oh hell that was not a question I expected. "I don't know, I mean dating band members is a bad idea, split up and the band takes sides. Get in an argument and there are always groupies around wanting to fuck us so the whole thing turns huge fast. Besides that I'm not real sure I'm ready to date again, I wanted to ask that one out when I met him, but the groupy was around. I didn't know she was a groupy we only talked fast in the hallway. So I'm getting ready to think about getting laid, but the rest of it." Coop nods and shrugs.