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The Popular Music Show Pt. 01

By: PAUL C



(Copyright 2001. All rights reserved).

Somerset, England. July 2001.

"I don't think I like the idea of you driving half way across Europe on your own." Jenny Wagstaffe said to her Daughter Natasha as they sat on a blanket on the lawn inside the walled garden of their home in Chipping Marsden, in Somerset. She helped herself to some orange squash from the bottle that stood in a silver ice bucket, pouring it into a plastic cup. 

"I'll be alright." Natasha replied, running her fingers through her long, light brown hair.

"I think I'll get this cut." She continued. "It's too heavy for this weather."

It was a hot summer. Something to do with climate change they said.

"Don't you dare." Jenny said quickly. "You know your father likes your hair as it is."

"You always keep yours short."

"Well, it was practical to have it short when I first started teaching young children." Jenny smiled as she remembered her early days in teaching. "Besides, it suits me. You look nice with long hair."

"Why don't you come with me if he won't." 

Natasha nodded towards the house beyond the walls of the garden.

"He, has a name." Jenny spoke tartly.

"All right then. Dad."

Jenny tried to remember if she had been like that to her father when she had been Natasha's age. She probably had been, she decided.

It was amazing what would end up in her hair by the end of the day. How her friend, Shirley had managed with her waist long hair she couldn't imagine. Yes she could. She would spend ages running a brush through it for her most evenings when they were at teacher training college together and when they both were working in the same school after qualifying. She'd loved that little house in Bristol. She wondered what state her son, David, had left it in before heading off on the latest tour with his band. She must get Paul to take her up there. She suddenly really missed it.

"What are you thinking about?" Natasha asked, breaking in on her thoughts.

"David and the house in Bristol." She replied.

"He likes to call himself Art, now."

"Well, what's the point of having more than one first name if you don't use them all at some time." 

Jenny picked a blade of grass and wrapped it around her finger. 

"Well. Why won't you come with me?" Natasha repeated a previous question. "I know he, sorry, Dad doesn't care about Dave."

"We've seen him in concert." Jenny bristled. "And your father does care. He just has difficulty showing it. Shush."

Natasha listened. On the gentle late afternoon breeze she could hear a piano being played. She remembered as a child sitting on her fathers knee as he would pick out Nursery Rhymes for her with one hand whilst holding her with his other. Her brother would sometimes join in on his electric organ when they were both a little older.

The music room. How many hours had she spent in there? Having to be almost physically dragged from the piano when it was time for bed. 

Her parents had completely renovated the cottage when they had inherited it from Paul's Grandfather. Adding two wings on the garden side. The ground floor of one was completely given up music and books. The other wing contained a sitting room and study. Each wing provided two extra bedrooms with en-suite bathrooms. Her parents liked bathing.

The music was soothing. She knew each note each change of tone and pace. Which peddle to use, and when and for how long. She played it with him in her mind. She could close her eyes and fall asleep listening to him play. He should never have become an Accountant.

The music had stopped. 

She shook herself awake.

"You didn't answer me."

She persisted.

"I can't get between them. They must sort it out themselves."

Yes. Jenny thought. They must sort it out between themselves. Perhaps a drive through Europe to see him was what was needed. She did want to see David again. He didn't visit very often. Not often enough.

Jenny turned her head towards the door to the shed in the corner of the walled garden which hid the flight of steps leading to the underground passage to the cellars beneath the main house as it opened. Her husband came through it brushing cobwebs from his shirtsleeves.

"You must get Mary to dust down there more often." Paul Wagstaffe remarked as he approached, frowning as he noticed the ice bucket. "That's sacrilege!" He exclaimed indicating the squash.

"It's for keeping drinks cool." Jenny replied, innocently.

Paul appeared he was going to debate the subject for a moment then smiled.

Just his smile could turn her on after thirty years of marriage. Jenny looked at him. He was fifty-one now. She still had over six weeks to go before she reached that age. What had that young Michelle called him the year before? Dishy? Something like that anyway. Yes. She supposed he was. He was looking down at her and she knew he was seeing her, as she had been when they had first meet and the thought did things to her insides. It was a shame Natasha was there.

What was she thinking? Natasha was their daughter and this was her home. She had every right to be there. Still, if only she wasn't there at this precise moment.

They hadn't made love on the grass in the walled garden in almost twenty years. Not since Natasha had been one and David four. She looked around remembering the areas where they had made love. A bottle of wine in the ice bucket, two glasses. She missed those days. She found she was missing a lot recently. Everything was changing around her.

Paul's mother was making let me come and live with you noises. But then again so was her own mother. The house was big enough now so they couldn't say they didn't have the room. Neither needed any particular special care both being in their early seventies. 

Natasha had finished her music degree and had come back to live with them but she couldn't see her staying for long. She'd already had to fend off a number of amorous young men on the phone and there was also talk of a job in London. It was a good job they had kept the flats. They had cost a small fortune to modernise in the early nineties but they should now be good for another fifty years at least. They knew how to build in the nineteen thirties.

What was Natasha saying?

"So why won't you come, Dad?"

"They're are only playing three dates in Europe." Natasha wasn't going to give in. "I can understand you not wanting to travel to Milan or Munich but Amsterdam. You could drive it in two hours from Calais."

"I've told you no." Paul could be stubborn as well. "I've too much on."

"Well I'm going."

"On your own?"

"Yes. On my own."

"I thought we'd go down the pub for a salad and a beer in the garden tonight." Paul changed the subject.

"You go." Natasha huffed. "I'll stay here."

"Come with us." Jenny almost pleaded. "Please."

"It's alright mother." Natasha said turning towards the house. "I want to make an early start in the morning anyway. I think I'll have an early night. Enjoy yourself."

They both stood in silence as she turned away and walked across the terraces to the house. 

"Did I say something wrong?" Paul asked, sliding his arm around Jenny's waist.

"I don't know." Jenny replied. "Did you?"

"You know I cannot just drop everything just to go and see him play."

"He has a name."

"I know. Lots of them and he uses them in turn."

"Only three and there are nice names." Jenny said slipping her hand around Paul's waist and allowing herself to be guided towards the little bridge that crossed the stream at the bottom of their garden. "Paul, David, Arthur."

"My mother wanted Alistair."

Jenny knew why.

They reached the bridge over the stream and Paul held Jenny's hand as she crossed over in front of him.

"I should have gone back in for a cardigan." Jenny remarked as they walked along the Bridle path towards the village pub still hand in hand. "It might turn cold later."

"Don't worry." Paul replied. "I'll keep you warm."

I might just hold you to that. Jenny thought.

In the Pub they collected cold meat and pork pie salads from the buffet and carried their plates into the bar to pay for them and order drinks.

"Hello Jenny. Paul." Len, the Landlord and Paul's childhood friend called to them from behind the bar. "What'll it be."

"Pint of beer for me." Paul replied. "You, Jenny?"

"We'll just have two glasses of wine please." Jenny said to Len.

"Don't get upset." Jenny continued quietly to Paul. "I'll make it up to you later."

"You will?"

"But only if you're good."

"I do try."

"I know you do."

"Where do you want to sit?" Len asked appearing from behind the bar holding a glass of wine in either hand. "Did I hear Natasha's back?"

"Yes." Jenny said leading the way to a table by an open window overlooking the pub garden and the stream. "She came on Sunday but is away again tomorrow. She's going to Amsterdam to see David play."

"On her own or with a group?" Len asked, setting down the drinks and holding out a chair for Jenny to sit down on.

"By herself." Jenny replied, taking the offered seat and placing her plate on the table in front of her. "She wanted us to go but Paul can't get away."

"I know somebody who would love to go." Len filled their water glasses from the jug on the table. "Francine has been badgering me to let her go ever since she heard they were coming to Europe on this tour."

"Do you want us to ask Natasha if she'll take her." Paul suggested, eyeing up the young girl in the waitress' uniform who had been edging nearer, ignoring the patrons, since the world Amsterdam had been mentioned. "Better still, she could go and ask her herself."

"Oh, can I Daddy." The waitress was jumping up and down on the spot.

"Where did you come from?" Len asked.

"Say yes. Please."

"Well." Len smiled. "You can ask. But hurry back. I think we will be busy tonight."

"I'll need a bath and have to pack." Francine said, handing her father her apron and notebook. "Table six wants his steak well done."

She was out through the door before Len had a chance to reply.

"You realise." Len observed, looking down at Paul sitting in his chair. "I'm going to be a member of staff down for the night now."

"You can cope." Paul said encouragingly. "Where's Steff anyway?"

"Visiting her mother." Len replied. "I must go."

Jenny watched his back as he walked away.

"How does he manage to keep so thin? I don't think he weighs a pound more than when I first meet him." She asked.

"It's having a younger wife." Paul remarked, forking a piece of pork pie into his mouth.

"I'll have you know you have a younger wife as well." Jenny replied, looking down at the lump above Paul's belt.

"I have a desk job. He's on his feet all day." 

Jenny smiled as she ate. She could always get Paul on the defensive.

They finished their meal and Paul ordered coffees, which they drank standing at the bar, talking to some locals and Len whenever he had a minute. Stephanie returned from visiting her mother at the same moment that Francine got back from seeing Natasha. 

"I wish I was going with you." Stephanie commented as she kissed Len on the cheek said hello to everybody in the bar and disappeared to the living accommodation upstairs with Francine.

"It looks like I've lost them both for the evening now." Len complained as Paul and Jenny finished their coffees and said their goodnights.

They held hands as they crossed from the pub and walked up the bridle path to the bridge over the stream. It was staring to get dark. The long twilight of that latitude finally ending. 

"We've left the Ice bucket out." Paul said as they started to walk up the lawn from the stream to the swimming pool terrace.

"We had better go and get it then." Jenny said, sliding her arm around his waist and leaning her head against his shoulder as they walked.

Inside the walled garden the air was still heavy with scent of flowers. The night was quite mild still.

Jenny stood watching as Paul collected the Ice bucket and plastic cups they'd used in the afternoon. She could feel something building inside her. Something that needed to be seen to by Paul.

As Paul went to pick up a final cup that had rolled onto a flowerbed Jenny began undoing the buttons on her blouse. By the time he had stood upright and turned to face her. The blouse and her bra lay on the ground at her feet. Paul looked at her with his mouth open and seemed about to say something when she reached behind her to the button and zip on her skirt.

Paul replaced the Ice Bucket and cups on the grass as Jenny let her skirt fall to her ankles. She stood before him wearing only a pair of white panties.

"Well?" Jenny asked. "Do I have to do everything myself?"

Paul stepped forward and dropped slowly to his knees on the lawn before her. Slipping his fingers inside the waistband of her panties at her hips he slowly eased them over her ass cheeks and to the ground. Jenny stepped from them, moving closer to Paul in the process, her pubic hairs just brushing his nose.

Paul closed his eyes and breathed in deeply through his nostrils. How he loved the smell of Jenny's pussy. He reached out with his tongue and licked the hood protecting her clit.

Jenny gasped and pulled his head closer. Paul licked again whilst cupping Jenny's ass cheeks in either hand. She opened her legs wider. Paul reached out with his tongue and flicked her clit.

Jenny gave a strangled cry and moved pulled away then sank to the ground on her back. With her hands behind her thighs she pulled her knees up to her chest completely exposing herself to him.

Paul lowered his mouth and sucked gently on the lips of her pussy, spreading them wide and opening her hole. A hole he quickly filled with his tongue. Jenny groaned softly as the tip of Paul's tongue swirled around inside her. She gasped out loud and ran her fingers through his hair as his lips sucked her clit into the open. Her breath caught in the back of her throat as his tongue flicked it gently from side to side. She whimpered as a finger probed her anus coating it with the juices from her pussy.

More sighs, louder this time as Paul moved his tongue faster and harder against her clit and pushed his finger up inside her ass hole.

Jenny was breathing faster and faster. She could feel the pressure building inside her. She cried out as she rode a peak of pleasure and again and again until the pressure seemed too much for her to take. She needed release. A finger inside her pussy triggered it.

She sighed and her body relaxed as a wonderful glow filled it.

"Are you alright?" Paul asked looming above her.

She couldn't speak. In the gathering gloom Paul could just make out her smile.

"Let's go to bed." Jenny said, finally finding her voice and lowering her legs. "You'll have me catch my death of cold lying here like this."

Natasha moved quietly away from the entrance to the walled garden and hurried back to the house. She was dressed for bed in a short nightdress and thin robe. She had only remembered the Ice bucket as she was climbing into bed. It was a lovely old thing and shouldn't be left out overnight.

She hadn't meant to watch. How could she have known they would be there like that?

Her mother. Naked. Holding herself open like that. And her father. 

She hurried into her bedroom and climbed into bed, switching off her table light she listened for the sounds of their returning. She could hear sounds of girlish laughter from in the hall.

Her mother's, "don't do that. Not here." Then her too loud "Shush."

She heard a toilet flush and mumbled voices. A door opened and then closed.

She lay on her back, staring at the ceiling in the darkness. She had never seen her parents making love before. She had heard them many times. Especially when, as a child she had been left to play with her brother while her parents had had a little lie down after lunch.

The sounds her mother was making when her father was doing it to her. She knew what those sounds had meant. She was sorry now she had finished with Phil before their finals. She had been far too busy during that period to have to worry about the needs of a man. But they were over now and who was there to look after the needs of a twenty-one years old woman.

Without any conscious effort on her part her hand had moved to rest upon her pubic mound. She closed her eyes and allowed it to pull gently at her nightdress, pulling it slowly up her thighs.

She was suddenly hot in the bed and threw back the empty quilt cover she used during the summer months as bedclothes.

That was better. She could move her legs. Open them. A finger was running up and down the lips of her pussy. Pulling them gently apart, slipping between them. Had that been what her father been doing to her mother when his hands had disappeared from her view?

She let her fingertip slip between the lips of her pussy and felt the warmth and moisture inside. Six weeks. It was too long. Not that they did it very often and never with any real passion. They had both been too serious. But she missed it. 

Her fingertip slid along inside her slit to her clit. She could feel it crying out for attention. She rubbed herself to one side of it, revelling in the sensations this caused. She heard herself groan out loud as her finger moved to apply direct pressure. She moved her feet to place them flat on the bed and lifted her hips describing small circles with her pelvis in the air.

She threw back her head and breathed deeply. This was good. She needed this. She was going to come soon. She could feel it building. Rubbing herself faster and harder she felt the pressure growing inside her. Growing. Becoming more intense. 

With a sigh and a long exhale of the breath she hadn't realised she had been holding in, she came.

She lay on her back in the darkness listening to the sounds of the night. An Owl hooted. Was that a bed creaking?

The Popular Music Show Pt. 02



 (Copyright 2001. All rights reserved).

All events and characters are fictitious.

* * * * *

Paris. July 2001.

The driver of the truck looked the three young girls up and down. He liked what he saw.

"Certainly." He said finally. "I can take you as far as Calais. From there I catch the train under the water into England."

He almost spat the last word.

"You will take all of us?" Amanda asked.

"I will take you all." The Driver confirmed. He seemed quite excited at the prospect. "One can sit in the cab next to me and the others must use my bed. Come with me."

The girls shouldered the packs containing their sleeping bags and changes of clothing and followed him across the vehicle-park to a large Daf truck.

"Do you think one of us will have to let him fuck them?" Taylor asked, nervously.

"They normally do want something." Laurie suggested. "Perhaps we'll get away with one of us giving him a blowjob. The best plan will be to run for it as soon as we hit the vehicle- park in Calais and hope we get a quick lift away."

The Driver had the doors to his truck open by the time they reached it. The three girls looked at each other and Amanda climbed up into the cab on the passenger's side first.

"In there." The Driver indicated the space behind the two front seats that had been made into a sleeping compartment with a thin foam mattress, some non-too clean blankets and some pillows.

Taylor was next. The driver studied her blond hair and blue eyes. He gave one of her ass cheeks a squeeze as she climbed past him to join Amanda in the back. Taylor squealed out loud. The Driver drew the curtain behind her.

"I shouldn't really carry passengers." The driver said looking at Laurie's denim clad legs as she sat in the seat next to him. "It is against the law. But you will make it worth the risk?"

Fuck him. Laurie thought. Somebody will have to she supposed. Perhaps she should just give him something to look at. They really needed this lift if they were to have any chance of making the concert that night in Amsterdam. Anyway, he'd probably want to fuck Taylor. With her fair skin, blond hair and blues eyes she didn't blame him. She was quite looking forward to a go at Taylor herself later.

"How long to get to Calais?" Laurie asked as the Driver started the engine and the truck pulled away.

"We will be there in three hours." The Driver replied. "My train doesn't leave for five hours. We can stop on the way."

"We want to be in Amsterdam by eight tonight for a concert." Laurie didn't know why she felt the need to explain their plans to this man.

They'd had lifts off five Drivers as they had hitched their way around Europe. Most had expected some payment for their trouble. Not that any of the girls particularly minded being fucked. That was, after all, one of the main reasons for coming on the trip. Her friend Monica had boasted after her trip the previous year that she'd had seven different nationalities. They had agreed that all three of them would beat that. They had all already had French and Spanish and Laurie and Amanda had shared an Italian. Taylor had missed out there. Preferring to spend their last night on the South coast of France with her French lover. 

Of the four Drivers they had serviced on their travels since arriving in Rome, two had fucked Taylor, one Amanda and one Laurie. Laurie was sometimes glad that Taylor being the blue eyed blond of the party was the one that everybody wanted to fuck most.

She studied the driver from the corner of her eye. He was the worst looking so far. He was in his fifties with a beer belly and was he sweating. Another French man.

The driver looked across at her. Automatically she scratched her pussy lips through her jeans. As she moved her hand away the Driver placed his hand upon it. Laurie stiffened and, for a moment was going to push him away. Then she thought. What if he just stopped and kicked them out where they were? The side of a freeway is not the place to hitch a lift. Knowing their luck the Police would probably pick them up before they got one anyway.

"Ow!" She exclaimed.

He was rough. She could feel her pussy lips opening as he tried to push a finger up inside her, complete with her jeans and panties.

"Stop." She said to him, holding his wrist.

She could see a look of disappointment, then anger spread across his face. Undoing her seat beat and lifting her ass from the seat she unfastened her jeans and pushed them down to her ankles with her panties. Kicking off her shoes she pulled her feet free. The Driver's hand was forcing its way between her thighs almost before she had settled back in her seat.

There was nothing subtle about his technique. He wanted his finger inside her and that was what was going to happen. She opened her thighs wide and gritted her teeth as his finger entered her. Thank fuck she was hot. His finger, quickly lubricated with her pussy juices was sliding in and out easier by the second. His finger was so big it almost felt as if she had a small cock inside her.

She lifted her hips and pushed to meet the finger. This was good. This was very good. This was fucking wow.

She looked across at the traffic that was heading south on the other side of the freeway and wondered if they could see what was happening. She decided she didn't give a fuck if they could.

"Fuck it." She said out loud as she rode a small peak of pleasure. "FUCK IT."

She sensed the curtain open behind her.

"You okay." Amanda asked, resting her head against her shoulder and looking down at the Driver's hand between her thighs.

"Fucking great." She panted in reply.

She could smell herself. The heady smell of aroused woman. She could also feel the pressure building inside her as he moved his finger in and out of her wet, wet hole. pressure that was building by the second. She closed her eyes. This was fucking good.

The driver moved his hand. She almost screamed with frustration when he pulled it away from her to use on the steering wheel of the truck.

She was so close to coming. Too close to coming to stop. 

She pulled her clit out into the open. Aware she was being watched, but not caring. She wanted to come. She had to come. She rubbed it hard and fast. Lifting her ass cheeks from the seat amd tilting her hips. She heard the horn from a truck heading in the opposite direction. Let him look. Let him wank over it. Let him fuck himself.

"Fucking hell." She cried out as she came.

There was a hand on her tit massaging it as only a woman can. She fought to control her breathing. The hand moved to her other tit, this time beneasth her 'T-shirt.'

"Do you want to change with Taylor?" Amanda asked asked, breathing into her ear.

She didn't care whom she was with. She still felt high. From her come or the snow from the night before she couldn't tell. She turned towards the rear compartment, flashing her ass for all that wanted to see.

Taylor kissed her on the cheek as they passed in the area between the seats and gave one of her ass cheeks a pat.

She lay on her back and Amanda lay on top of her, pressing her lips to hers. Their tongues met and fought. Pushing back and forth from mouth to mouth. 

As one they pulled at each other's 'T-shirts' lifting them over their heads. Reaching behind Amanda's back Laurie undid the clasp on her bra and pulled the straps down her arms. Amanda lowered herself down on top of her until they were nipples to nipple and they kissed again. This time slowly. Savouring the softness of each other's mouths.

Amanda lifted her head and looked down into Laurie's eyes. They were wide open and filled with lust. 

Amanda moved down the driver's bed to take first one then the second of Laurie's nipples into her mouth. How hard they felt against her tongue.

She heard Laurie's loud gasp of pleasure as she sucked firmly on each one in turn. She could hear the sounds of desperation in her breathing. Feel the bucking of her hips beneath her as Laurie tried to have some part of her contact her clit.

She could smell her pussy. It was turning her on. She felt herself becoming wetter. Her own pussy needed air. Needed some attention.

She fumbled with the button and zip on her jeans as she moved her lips to Laurie's navel. Felt Laurie's hands on the top of her head urging her to move further down her body as she tried to pull them down and off in the cramped bed space.

Finally she kicked her legs free from her jeans and panties and kneeling between Laurie's bent knees and open thighs pulled her own pussy lips apart and rubbed her clit.

She breathed deeply then lowered her mouth to Laurie's wide-open pussy. She licked and sucked each lip in turn before sucking on the little pink pea of Laurie's clit.

"Fuck me." Laurie cried out at the top of her voice. "Fucking fuck me."

Amanda drove two fingers roughly inside Laurie's pussy working them in and out and from side to side. Laurie screamed. 

The truck had stopped moving and the curtain was pulled back.

The driver moved between the seats. His trousers were undone and Taylor was wanking his cock.

Laurie lifted herself up from the bed, crying out again as Amanda pushed one of her fingers into her anus, and reached out for the cock before her. She lay back, pulling the driver towards her by his cock and guiding it into her mouth.

He leaned over her and started thrusting in and out, fucking her mouth whilst Amanda continued to work her fingers in and out of her other two holes. 

Laurie could feel somebody's breath against her pussy then a tongue on her clit flicking it from side to side as Amanda continued finger fucking her and the driver moved faster and faster in and out of her mouth.

She pulled back hard on the driver's foreskin and tried to reach his ass to finger his anus but there was no room. 

She heard the driver grunting and felt his prick swelling inside her mouth. He grunted again as he came, and came, and came. 

She was coming again herself as she swallowed his salty offering.

The driver pulled his cock from her mouth and moved back into the driving compartment. Looking down between the 'v' of her thighs Laurie watched the blond head of Taylor lift from her pussy. Taylor licked her lips then smiled. 

"Move back out." Amanda said to Taylor, from where she was squashed up in the corner of the compartment. "There isn't enough room in here for three."

Taylor turned to her and felt her tits. Laurie could see a shudder going through Amanda's body. 

Amanda reached out and pulled Taylor's 'T-shirt' over her head. Not wanting to miss out Laurie knelt up and worked on Taylor's jeans. Undoing them and pulling them down to her knees. She was wearing the smallest panties. Anything less would have been a 'g-string.' She pulled them down, feeling the resistance from Taylor's pussy and ass cheeks, as if they didn't want to part with their last defence.

Laurie had to move to allow Taylor to lie on her back for Amanda to finish pulling her jeans and panties off. As she backed into the drivers compartment Laurie immediately felt the drivers hands on her ass cheeks, pulling both of them apart and probing at her anus.

Meantime, Amanda had turned around and had presented her own pussy to Taylor's mouth whilst she began exploring hers with her fingers and tongue.

Spreading her ass cheeks Laurie first rubbed the tip of a finger around Taylor's anus then reaching under her she lifted Amanda's tit and lowered her lips to its nipple. As she sucked she could hear the rustling of clothing behind her. Two fingers were pushed into her pussy as she continued to suck on the nipple. Two fingers that held her pussy lips apart.

She felt the driver moving behind her. Felt the head of his cock against her pussy lips. She tried to arch her back as he pushed into her. His hands were rough. Pulling her ass cheeks this way and that then holding her by the hips as he started to fuck her.

Laurie closed her eyes and lifted her head from Amanda's tit, gasping for breath as the driver pounded her pussy. She heard one of the other girls come but she didn't care which. She was given over to the sensations the drivers cock was building inside her. Reaching back between her legs she found and rubbed her clit. Slowly at first, then faster as the driver began panting behind her.

She could feel him coming inside her. The warm spurts of come were hitting the walls of her pussy, mingling with the come of her other lovers.

She grunted and gasped as a little orgasm moved through her body. Taylor and Amanda were coming. Both were shouting, both swearing.

The driver had collapsed onto her back. For a moment she thought he might be dead but he moved again. A few strokes in and out of her pussy then he pulled away.

Laurie turned into the driver's compartment and sat on the passenger's seat. They were parked in a services area. The cab of the truck hard up against the trees and bushes at the rear of the vehicle park.

Laurie quickly dressed. Pushing away the drivers hands as he tried to feel her tits. They were lucky that at this time of the day the services were only part full and nobody else was parked close by.

She opened a side pouch in the backpack at her feet and took out a pack of cigarettes and her lighter. She offered the packet to the driver but he shook his head.

She lit one as the driver drove back onto the freeway. Drawing deeply, she took the smoke deep into her lungs. She closed her eyes as she exhaled and listened to the grunts, groans and swear words coming from the rear of the cabin.

I wonder who we'll meet next? She thought, as Amanda came again.

Only one more hour to Calis. They still had to work out how they were going to get into the concert. She was confident a blow job or two would do the trick and, if not, they could always fuck Taylor.



The Popular Music Show Pt. 03



 (Copyright 2001. All rights reserved).

All events and characters are fictitious.

* * * * *

Laurie lifted her head from between Taylor's thighs and licked her lips as the truck jolted to a halt.

She could hear Amanda making cumming noises in the front of the cab then the driver moved through the curtains and almost threw her out of the way as he took her place between Taylor's thighs and lowered himself on top of her with his erect cock in his hand. Taylor cried out as he thrust into her then remained silent as he moved in and out of her pussy.

Laurie found her clothes and climbed over the drivers thrusting hips and into the front compartment. 

Amanda was sitting back in the passenger's seat smoking a cigarette with her legs wide open and her jeans unfastened. 

With multiple contortions of her body Laurie managed to dress in the gap between the seats, pushing away Amanda's hand as She reached out to feel her. 

"He says." Amanda nodded towards the rear compartment where the sounds of grunting from the driver could be heard. "That the best place to pick up a lift is where the train unloads."

"Where's that?" Laurie asked, zipping up her jeans and taking a cigarette from Amanda's packet. She lit it from Amanda's cigarette and drew deeply upon it.

That was good. She had the taste of the cigarette and the taste of Taylor at the same time.

The cab was rocking a little as the driver increased the speed and power of his thrusts. 

"Over that footbridge." Amanda replied, pointing to a glass-covered walkway connecting two large buildings on either side of the Channel Tunnel railway lines.

It sounded as if the driver had finished with Taylor by the sounds of the final explosive grunt that came from the rear. Laurie pulled back the curtains and she and Amanda looked inside. The driver was pulling his cock from Taylor's pussy as they did so. How it glistened. Laurie had to fight the urge to clean it off with her tongue and mouth.

"Come on, Taylor." She urged instead. "You can't lie there being fucked all day. We gotta move it."

Laurie had to sit on Amanda's lap to allow the driver room to get back behind his steering wheel. Amanda's hand was on her ass cheek in seconds.

"Later." She said, kissing her on the cheek and looking into her eyes.

She'd known Amanda casually for years, ever since they'd moved to Texas from California but they had only become really good friends since Laurie had begun fucking her father Keith, the Naval Recruiter, who's office was a couple of doors up from Laurie's mother's dress shop.

Since then they had shared everything, men, women and more. And, an incredible amount of white powder as well. They both loved sex and they both loved that white powder. Taylor, the blue eyed blond, was the daughter of Laurie's sister Michelle's Bi lover, Tammy. Former Bi lover, to be accurate. Her mother had taken over Tammy since Michelle had entered the Navy. She was a good mother and did share her although it was sometimes a bit of a battle to get them to hand over Michelle's big black strap-on.

Turning herself around on Amanda's lap Laurie opened the door and slipped out, first a foot on the wheel then onto the ground. Amanda handed down their backpacks and joined her. They lit another cigarette each and waited. 

"No." They heard Taylor shout out, then they heard a slapping sound.

"Fucking no, I said." Taylor screamed over her shoulder as she almost fell from the truck to join them.

"Let's go." She continued, hurrying away.

"What's up?" Laurie asked hurrying to catch up with her.

"He certainly wasn't going to be." Taylor said, breathing deeply. "He wanted to ass fuck me. The Bastard."

It was unlike Taylor to turn down the chance of a bit of anal sex.

"And?" Amanda asked from her other side.

"I'd just had enough. If one of you want to go back there and let him have your ass be my guest."

Laurie considered it, seriously. She hadn't been ass fucked yet on this trip and she did enjoy it.

"Come on." Amanda said taking the lead. "Let's get over the other side and see what we can find."

Laurie and Taylor followed Amanda through the departure terminal building and up the steps to the bridge over the railway lines, both watching her ass cheeks as they moved beneath her jeans. Part way across the bridge they stopped to watch a train emerging from the tunnel in the distance which led to England. 

"Will we have time to go over there?" Taylor asked.

"Oh." Laurie replied nonchalantly. "I've already been fucked by an Englishman."

"Not this trip." Amanda reminded her.

"There's bound to be at least one in Amsterdam." Laurie replied. "And Germans and Swede's."

"Do we count Scottish as English?" Taylor asked.

"Well, they are all Brits." Laurie hesitated for a second. "We'll see how many we need to beat Monica before we head back home."

They continued across the bridge and down to the Arrivals terminal. Cars were already driving from the train most were heading to the exit on the far side of the car park by the time they reached the exit to the building.

"If only you hadn't let him fuck you we could have been over there." Amanda complained, heading in the direction of the exit.

"Why didn't you blow him when you were in the front with him then he wouldn't have wanted to fuck me." Taylor attacked.

"Come on." Laurie said, stepping between them. "We might still get a lift."

"I wouldn't mind a lift in that." Amanda said, pointing to a pale blue BMW convertible that had just pulled up."

"I wouldn't mind a ride with her either." Laurie agreed watching the tall, stylishly dressed young woman wearing a pale blue blouse and white trousers and white sandals climbing out of the front seat. She carried a white bag by its strap over one shoulder.

A second girl was climbing out of the passenger seat. She was younger and taller. Almost thin enough to be called gawky with small tits that hardly disturbed the front of her 'T-shirt.'

"Either would do." Amanda commented.

"I'll ring my brother to tell him we're on our way." The driver of the car said as they passed the three girls in the entrance to the Terminal. "You get off to the lou."

As the taller girl headed off in the directions of the toilets the driver fished in her bag and took out a mobile phone. As she was dialling a number a young man in his late teens or early twenties walked up to her. Suddenly, without warning, he lunged into her with his shoulder knocking her off balance and, snatching her bag by the strap, yanked it from her shoulder. As she fell to the floor he turned and ran towards the three girls standing in the exit. 

"You fucking cunt." Laurie said and without thinking threw her back-pack at his legs.

The young man stumbled and fell to one knee. 

As he struggled to his feet Amanda snatched the bag from his shoulder. The man stood up, holding Laurie's backpack by a shoulder strap and swung it at the girls. Automatically they backed away leaving him a clear run through the exit. He took it and ran, still carrying Laurie's backpack, out into the car park and into an old Fiat which headed towards the exit.

"The fucking Bastard." Laurie ran out through the doors and swore at the departing vehicle. "He's got my fucking bag."

"I'm sorry." The driver of the car said approaching them and taking her shoulder bag from Amanda. "If you hadn't helped me that wouldn't have happened. Did anyone get his number?"

The three girls looked at each other and all shook their heads.

"I'll tell the police and security but I can't see them doing much. They're out on the main road already."

The woman pressed some buttons on her mobile phone and spoke to somebody in French. Two men in French Police uniforms ran up to them and when she had finished her telephone conversation she spoke to them as well.

"They wish to take some details from you. They'll pass them on. Was their anything of value in the bag."

"Our travellers cheques, passports, flight tickets." Laurie said glumly. "Nothing much. The Bastard."

"There must be something I can do to help. My name is Natasha, by the way, Natasha Wagstaffe and this is my friend Francine. We're on our way to the pop concert in Amsterdam."

"So were we." Taylor said dejectedly.

"Don't tell me your tickets were in the bag as well."

"We don't have any." Amanda admitted. "We thought we could get some when we got there."

"It was sold out within forty-eight hours of being announced. I don't think you have much hope there."

The nearest Policeman 'humphed.' 

"I think they want you to go with them. Francine. Your French is just about passable. Will you go with her?"

"Yes. Of course." Francine replied. "But what happened."

"You'll find out. I must make some phone calls. Go with." Natasha looked at Laurie and smiled. "I'm afraid I don't know your name."

"I'm Laurie and this is Amanda and Taylor." Laurie said by way of introductions.

As Laurie and Francine went with the Policemen Taylor opened a side pocket in her Backpack and took out a pocket diary. 

"I have the telephone number of our Embassy in Paris." She said.

"There's a public phone." Natasha pointed. "Give them a ring and tell them what happened. They are bound to have an office in a major Port like Amsterdam and they may well be able to arrange for you to pick up temporary travel documents there."

Whilst they made their phone call Natasha walked outside the building and rang her brother's mobile phone number.

By the time she had finished the others had joined her.

"Well?" Natasha asked.

"The Policemen and the security guards were very nice." Francine replied. "From Laurie's description they seemed to know who it was. They rang the police station and gave the details to them."

"Our Embassy in Paris want's us to go there and give them details of about everything." Amanda said. "Only then can they give us temporary travel documents as we intend travelling to another country. They have to verify we are who we say we are."

"Well, I'm going to Amsterdam." Laurie said, defiantly. "We've come all this way to see this concert. I'm not going home without seeing it."

"Well it's only eleven." Natasha thought furiously. "If we leave straight away and you give them as many details as they require on my mobile they may have time to arrange something by the time we get to Paris. Even if they take an hour or so we can still make it in time for the concert."

"We still need time to get hold of some tickets." Laurie pointed out.

"Don't worry about that." Natasha said. "Go to the car and I'll tell security where we are going and leave them the number of my mobile. They can contact us if anything happens."

Natasha pointed her car keys at the BMW and pressed a button. The car winked and the clicking sounds from the locks could be heard.

Francine opened the boot and Taylor and Amanda placed their Backpacks inside with Natasha's suitcase and Francine's grip. 

"Where in England do you live." Laurie asked, as the three companions climbed into the back of the car and Francine sat in the front passenger seat.

"A county called Somerset. It's in the west." Francine replied. "We stayed in Nat's parents flat in London last night."

"I know some people from Somerset." Laurie said.

Just then Natasha returned and sat behind the steering wheel.

"What did you say your name was again?" Laurie asked as the engine started.

"Natasha." Came the reply. "Natasha Wagstaffe."

"Wow. I know who you are!" Laurie exclaimed. "You're Paul and Jenny's kid. Wow. This is just too fucking cool." 

"How do you know my parents?" Natasha asked, astounded as they reached the exit to the car park and waited for the lights to change to allow them out onto the main road to Paris.

"I met them in Dallas with my sister Mishy. That's Michelle to you." 

The lights changed and Natasha pulled away.

She remembered her parents telling her about meeting Laurie and Michelle. They had been in trouble and Laurie had called the police. Later her mother had meet Michelle at a fitness centre that her father was thinking of obtaining the franchise of in England. There had been something about hearing Mary Belle singing in a nightclub but that was all she could remember.

"I remember them mentioning you. Said you had been very helpful." Natasha replied.

I was more than helpful. Laurie thought. That Paul. He did like his anal. She smiled to herself as she remembered the first time with him. He'd come back from a lunchtime business meeting with a drink or two too many inside him and she'd got him to fuck her. Up her ass as she knelt on the bed. She's enjoyed that. And the second time when she'd joined her sister Michelle in bed with him on a different visit. He'd fucked her up the ass again then. She hadn't had a chance to try out Jenny yet. Unlike her sister and Taylor's mother, Tammy, had.

She could feel herself becoming wet and crossed her legs.

Yes, she liked Paul.

She sat back in the chair and let the wind stream through her hair, listening to the music on the CD player. They were on. Strangled Roses. 

"How are you going to get us tickets?" She suddenly leaned forward and asked.

"My brother. He's the guitarist." Natasha replied.

And the piano player on their records and the writer of most of their songs, she could have added.

"I knew the name. I just didn't realise." Laurie said, a note of wonder in her voice. "Will we meet him?"

"If you want to?" Natasha sounded bored. Why did everybody want to meet her brother? "I have some back stage passes and can get him to have some more sent around to my hotel. There's normally a section cordoned off for celeb guests we can watch from."

"You know all the group?"

"Yes I know them." Natasha confirmed.

Too well in one case. She thought back to that summer three years before she went up to study music in London. Her father had pulled a few strings and got them a test in a recording studio hoping it would cure David of his hopes to be a big pop star. They had gone up to London, did their set in the studio and the recording company had loved them.

Mike, the bass guitarist. The quiet one. The one she could trust. She probably could have with most things but not with her virginity. Her parents had been out of the country. They seemed to spend a lot of school holidays out of the country and David had brought the band down to use the music room to rehearse in. Five men, two groupies they'd brought with them and her. After a lot of persuading she'd tried cannabis, Jack Daniels and Coke. 

Everything had seemed to be so much clearer. It was as if she had been standing outside of her body looking on. When Mike had taken her by the hand and led her to the walled garden it had seemed so right. And when he'd lain her naked body on the grass and thrust his cock inside her that had seemed so right as well. She could feel him now. The head of his cock at the opening to her pussy. The feeling of being stretched and filled. Strangely there had been no pain. Very little pleasure either if she told the truth. Just this feeling of being stretched and filled.

Then he came. She could still feel him jerking inside her. Hear him groan. 

He'd pulled out of her and sat back on his heels looking down on her wide-open thighs. She'd looked down at his cock. It was the first time she had seen it. He held it in his hand, glistening in its coating of blood and vaginal secretions. Then he'd used a handkerchief to clean it before putting it away inside his jeans and standing up.

It was then that she had cried.

Francine was saying something but she didn't catch what it was. She was too busy with her own thoughts and drove on in silence.



The Popular Music Show Pt. 04



 (Copyright 2001. All rights reserved).

All events and characters are fictitious.

* * * * *

Paul David Arthur Wagstaffe knelt behind the girl sucking Jeff's cock and thrust his own cock into her pussy. She grunted and gasped at the sudden, unexpected invasion of her hole then relaxed and went back to her sucking. 

As he looked down at his condom covered cock moving in and out of her he pondered. What was her name again? One of them had picked her up in Bristol before they shipped out two days before, he couldn't even remember who it had been. Nearly everyone in the group and some of the roadies had had her. She never seemed to tire. Any hole at any time. Sometimes, as now, more than one hole at a time. 

Jeff was grunting and groaning, a sign he was near to coming so Dave lifted his eyes to watch his face. He looked to be in pain as he shot into her mouth. The girls head was jerking backwards from the force of his ejaculations. Then he relaxed and smiled. 

Dave wondered if the girl realised that he was still inside her. She showed no response to his movements. Still, he may as well finish up. He wasn't really enjoying it but it was serving its purpose. His balls were starting to lift and he could feel his cock swelling. 'Come on.' He urged himself. 

He thrust faster and faster. Sucking the stale air of the travelling bus into his lungs. He pulled the girls ass cheeks apart and looked down upon her anus, wet in its coating of Vaseline and still open from its last fuck. He didn't suppose it had had a chance to fully close in the last two days. He released her ass cheeks and pulled her by the hips back into his groin. 

"She's good." Jeff said, pulling up his jeans as he moved off the couch and stood watching Dave's cock pistoning in and out of the girl.

"She's fine." Panted his reply.

"Fine." He repeated as he came, working his cum out of his cock with long slow strokes in and out.

"Fine." He said a third time, pulling his cock from the girl's pussy, taking off the condom and wrapping it in some toilet paper he tore from the roll lying on the small table beside the couch before he dropped it into one of the waste bags. 

He pulled up his jeans as he stood up and fastened them.

"We have a sound test in twenty minutes." He said to Jeff as they walked towards the front of the bus.

The girl remained where she was, kneeling on the floor of the bus. He wished he could remember her name. Should he ask? No, it wasn't important.

"Oh yeah." Jeff said as they climbed down the three steps to the ground. "'H' wanted to know why you wanted VIP and backstage passes left at the door. You know how hard it is to control who picks them up."

"They're for Nat and some friends she's bringing with her." Dave replied, as they showed their passes to the Security Guards on duty by the entrance to the rear of the stadium.

Fuck 'H'. It had bugger all to do with him how many people he wanted to come. He may be the Manager but he wasn't in charge.

Well, thinking about it, he supposed he was. Dave knew it was just opening night nerves. He always got them before a performance. Every performance it seemed. A fuck normally helped. It just didn't seem to have worked this time. He'd have a couple of stiff ones before going on. That should do the trick.

They walked down the wide corridor beneath the stand to the changing rooms. They could hear one of the backing groups starting up. 

The Three Fucking Lesbians! Well, that was what they should call themselves, Dave thought to himself as they entered the home team changing rooms.

Their stage costumes were being ironed by one of the Roadies prior to being hung on their hooks. He looked up as they approached, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

"Hi Jerry." Dave said. "How's it hanging."

"Fine." Jerry replied. "'H' was looking for you. Something about some passes."

Why did fucking Nat need more pass? He'd sent four to his parents for them. He couldn't remember if she said she wanted one or three so he'd left a message for 'H' to leave four at the rear entrance, just to be on the safe side.

"Yeah." Dave replied. "Tell him you've seen me."

"Where's everybody else?" Jeff asked Jerry.

"Up by the stage." Came the reply. "I haven't seen Geordie."

"Well, we may as well go there." Dave said, resignedly. "Who was supposed to be looking after Geordie?"

"Are you not up for this?" Jeff asked as the walked back out into the corridor.

"Just tired I guess." Dave admitted as they approached the wings of the stage. "Do you know. We haven't had a proper break in over two years. When we finish over here its straight to the States for five weeks then Japan for ten days. When we come back there is the TV and promo's to do for this album then its back in the studio to record and rehearse the new songs for the next album. Songs, I'll tell you, I haven't even written yet."

"We've got to do it while we're hot." Jeff said, placing an arm around his shoulders. "It can turn cold quickly."

They joined the group of men and women in the wing of the sound stage and watched the three girls and their backing group performing one of their songs. They weren't bad. Dave admitted to himself. At least they had got them to sing in harmony. The last time he'd seen them they had been very rough. Perhaps that was what had made them popular. 

The Three Fucking Lesbians! Not their real name of course but what they were known by in the business. What had he been hearing about Marianne, the small, pretty lead singer? Word had it that she had been starting to hang around the men and the other two had gone wild. There could be a split there. He looked at Marianne's back. Curvy, even in her jeans and 'T-shirt.' He wouldn't mind seeing her split. She'd been around for years, it seemed but he didn't suppose she was much over twenty.

The other two. Typical Dykes. Hard looking and acting. They could out drink and out fight most men. Roberta on the guitar and Lorraine on keyboards. Nat was better on keyboards than she was. Thinking about it, Nat was better on keyboards then most. Certainly better then Geordie. Where was he?

* * * * *

Geordie Hall opened his eyes and looked up through the skylight above the bed at the light, bright, fluffy clouds that hung in the sky above him. His mouth tasted like shit and his tongue felt like a piece of sandpaper. He felt somebody stirring besides him and turned his head to look at the bare back with its slightly protruding line of vertebrae. The line of vertebrae that led his eyes down to the two ass cheeks and the well-defined crack between them. 

He could see some little curly hairs poking out. More on the two legs below them. He looked up at the back of the head in front of him. The short cropped hair. The first sprouting of stubble on his cheeks. His cheeks. It was a man.

He sat bolt upright in the bed. What the fuck was going on?

The man, little more than a boy, certainly not long out of his teens, turned to face him.

"What the fucks going on?" Geordie found his voice. Just.

"Relax, Geordie." The man replied in English with a heavy German accent. "We fuck again. Yes?"

"Fuck? No." Geordie shouted, climbing from the bed and looking around for his clothes.

His head hurt. He needed a shit. Badly needed one. He needed something else, as well. His nerves were starting to tingle. No!

"Relax, Geordie." The young man said, sitting up and pointing the TV remote he'd picked up from the bedside table at the TV and video player in the corner of the room. "My name is Hans."

Despite himself, Geordie had to look as the screen burst into life. A group of men were entering the room. He recognised himself and Hans and there were two others didn't think he'd seen before although they did look familiar. Yes, he did know one. He'd seen him the previous day at the stadium. He was working for 'H's European tour company in some capacity. Yes, it was slowly coming back. They meet by accident in a bar. 

One of the men had taken a medium sized metal box from a drawer in the sideboard and, after opening it, placed it on the small coffee table by the sofa under the window. 

He could remember coming into the room now. It had struck him that it had been very bright in there. Hans had taken a piece of rubber tubing from the tin box and was fastening it around his own arm. He remembered telling them he didn't want any. He'd been clean for the four weeks since he'd come out of the clinic. One of the men passed him a cigarette and he took it without hesitation, drawing deeply upon it. He could feel it now. It had been good. He'd remembered that he had suddenly felt so relaxed. He had watched the look that had spread over Han's face as he had depressed the syringe. He drew again on the cigarette. Then it had been his turn for the needle. Yeah, it had been good.

Hans had pressed the fast forward and Geordie could see himself smoking, drinking, and laughing. The tape slowed. Hans was taking his own clothes off then he was undressing him. Push him away he urged the figure on the screen. It was too late now. About twelve hours too late.

The other men had gone from shot. He watched as Hans had moved close to him when they were both naked and had kissed him full on the lips. The camera zoomed in for a close up shot of their lips pressed tightly together and stayed there as they had pulled slightly apart giving it full view of two tongues fencing in and out of either mouth. 

Hans fast-forwarded again. 

They were on the bed, kissing and feeling each other's cocks. Hans was moving his head down his body sucking on his nipples, running his hands over his tight belly. He almost gasped out loud as he watched Hans take his cock between his lips. He could feel his cock responding as he watched Han's head lift and fall.

Hans was moving again. Straddling his hips. Reaching for a tube of KY from the bedside table Hans lubricated Geordie's cock and his own ass hole before impaling himself upon it. 

The camera zoomed in to show Han's anus sliding up and down the length of Geordie's cock then switched to their faces in turn. Han's held a look of grim determination whilst Geordie's was alight with lust. They were talking to each other and Han's stopped moving and climbed from Geordie's cock before positioning himself on his hands and knees, offering up his ass. Geordie watched himself on the screen as he moved into position behind Hans and pushed his cock between his ass cheeks penetrating his anus with one thrust.

Again the camera zoomed in to pick up the sight of Geordie's cock slamming in and out of Han's ass hole. He could almost feel himself coming as the figure on the screen stiffened and flooded Han's bowels with his sperm.

Geordie staggered into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet seat. His anus almost cried out in protest as his own bowels emptied. It felt as if he'd eaten a dozen spicy curries the night before.

He breathed deeply, then stood up. He washed his hands and face in the hand-basin and dried them on a large towel on the rail by the shower. Wrapping the towel around his waist he went back into the room. On the screen he could see himself on his hands and knees being fucked. 

"Yeah man." He could hear his own voice on the TV speaker. "Fuck me. Fuck me."

"Hallo Mr Hall." A voice came from behind him. "You slept well?"

He spun around.

"Relax Mr Hall." The man said, offering him a joint. He wanted to refuse, to screw it up and throw it back into his face. 

But he didn't. He took it and accepted the light.

"Nobody in your group knows you like sex with men I think?" The man said, studying the TV screen. "Or your fans? Not that, I am sure, they would be too concerned if they did." 

Fast-forward again and he was on his side being fucked. This time it was not by Hans but by the man who stood beside him.

"Why are you showing me this?" Geordie spluttered finally. "As you say. Nobody will care?"

"I think that your record company and the TV companies and your sponsors may." The mans eyes widened as The third man who had entered the room with them the previous evening entered Geordie's ass hole. "Especially as it will appear on the Internet tonight for all to see, at no charge."

"Why would you do that?" Geordie blustered. "Why me?"

"It doesn't have to be shown."

"What do you mean?" Geordie was looking frantically around the room as if for a way out. "What do you want from me?"

"Very little." The man waved his hand to Hans, who still sat naked on the bed, and he switched the TV off and set the tape to re-wind. "We would like you to accept this gift."

Hans left the bed at a nod from the man and walked to a corner of the room where something stood, covered by a sheet. Hans lifted the sheet to reveal a twin-decked set of keyboards on a three-part enclosed stand. 

"What's it all about?"

"You do not need to know." The man continued. "Just be sure the instrument and the stand, especially the stand, get safely to America. There they will be lost. You do not need to know when or how. I would imagine a lot of your equipment goes astray on these tours."

Geordie found himself nodding in agreement.

"They will go with you to the stadium now."

Geordie could feel himself sweating. Every nerve in his body seemed to be on fire. He found himself looking around the room. He could feel the panic building up inside.

"Of course." The man reached into the pocket of his suit jacket and produced a syringe with a fitted needle inside a plastic cover. "You will want this. It is very good. Of course you can refuse. Did they not have to postpone this tour once before to allow you to visit the clinic? I do not think they would be pleased to find out that they would need to cancel it again, this time at such short notice."

Hans was fitting the rubber hose around his biceps as the man removed the needles plastic cover.



The Popular Music Show Pt. 05



(Copyright 2001. All rights reserved).

All events and characters are fictitious.

* * * * *

The opening notes of Beethoven's fifth symphony came from the shoulder bag on the floor of the BMW beneath Natasha's legs.

"Will you get it for me please, Frankie?" She asked Francine, sitting in the front passenger seat next to her.

Francine fumbled in the bag for a few seconds then straightened up holding Natasha's mobile phone.

"Hallo." She said into it.

She listened for a few seconds then she spoke a few words in French in reply to some question then listened again. She thanked her caller, in French, then handed the phone to Laurie. 

"It's the police in Calais." She said. "They have recovered your bag. They suggest that if you have made any arrangements with your Embassy in Paris that you cancel them as you can collect your bag from them and it appears all your passports, etceteras are safe."

"That's a fucking relief." Laurie said, dialling a number from the page in her notebook that Taylor held before her.

Natasha looked ahead to the next signpost. Ten minutes to the next junction then a change of lanes. If she remembered her geography she was about a quarter of the way to Paris. Three quarters of an hour, perhaps less, back to Calais. Half an hour with the police then they would be free to head for Amsterdam. It should take about three hours from Calais. It was going to be a long-days driving. She thought of asking one of the others if they would like to take over for a bit but she knew she shouldn't. Her fathers insurance only covered drivers over twenty-one years of age. 

She smiled as she recalled the scene the previous morning after she had suggested to her mother that she would really need a more reliable car for this journey than her little Renault. From the wail of anguish that had gone up from her father when he had been told his favourite daughter was borrowing his car for two days you'd have thought he'd been asked to give one of his bodies organs.

Her mother had whispered something into his ear at the breakfast table and he'd cheered up almost immediately. They had stood in the doorway, an arm around each other's waists, waving goodbye as she had driven out of the short drive and along the lane to the pub to pick up Frankie. More goodbyes and be good's from her parents and they had been off.

They were safely in the London flat by lunchtime and had spent the afternoon shopping. In the evening they had seen a film in Leicester Square and stopped off for supper in the Restaurant at the end of the road leading to the flats. 

They had left the flat at seven that morning to catch the tunnel train at nine. Yes, it was going to be a long day.

The next junction was approaching and she moved onto the cloverleaf and back onto the North-eastern bound carriageway.

She lifted and lowered her shoulders to ease the tension she could feel building in them and set the car to cruise just above the maximum speed limit.

"What are your plans for after the concert again?" Natasha asked over her shoulder to the three Americans in general.

"We need to find a hotel or guest house for the night then we were going to decide whether to go to England or head slowly south through Germany." Amanda replied. "We have ten days to make it back to Rome for our flights."

"What a great way to spend a holiday." Francine said wistfully.

"What?" Taylor asked.

"She means vacation." Laurie translated.

"They don't half talk funny." Taylor said, imitating a Dick Van Dyke cockney.

"I don't sound anything like that." Frankie indignantly replied.

"Calm down." Nat said soothingly. "They sound as strange to us as we do to them I expect."

"When we get to Amsterdam we will have a couple of hours before the concert starts so if we all go to our hotel I see if they can fix you up with some rooms." Nat continued, over her shoulder.

"Wow. That's real nice of you." Laurie said, looking at the other two.

"It's a really nice hotel." Nat said. "I was there for the opening at Easter. My parents have been friends with the owners for years. They're from America. They're called the Wolfensteins. They own hotels all around the world."

"Yeah." Laurie said. "I stayed the night in one in Dallas. Your mother has as well." 

She directed the last comment to Taylor.

"Oh yeah." Taylor replied. "Mishy said they had a great time."

"Who's Mishy?" Frankie asked.

"That's my sister Michelle." Laurie answered. "She knows Natasha's parents as well."

"Call me Nat. Everybody else does, apart from my parents."

"Okay."

The CD in the boot changed to her brother's band's latest album, she had a pre-issue demo tape. Nat listened intently to the keyboard player. He sounded different somehow to Geordie. Perhaps Geordie was getting better. He'd had no formal training and played everything by ear. Or, as Dave insisted, made it up as he went along. The same song never sounded the same twice when they played live. The second track came on. This was the Geordie on keyboards she knew. There had been talk in the papers that he hadn't been well when they had recorded that album and that they had used a session musician on some of the tracks. She quite liked Geordie. He was different to the others. She always felt safe with him. 

Really, she felt safe with them all. Apart from the little matter of her virginity they had always treated her like a little sister. She knew all the lyrics and every note to every song they had ever recorded and some they hadn't. They had let her join in their rehearsals when they had visited her home when her parents were away. Sometimes on their piano and sometimes on Geordie's keyboards if he wasn't there. In fact, now she thought about it, he hadn't been there a lot of the time.

The other girls were singing along to the single recently released from the CD. She smiled and joined in. Frankie next to her had her hands above her head and was swaying from side to side. She glanced in her mirror and could see the others were doing the same.

Her brother's band was very good. They had changed from the roughness of their teens into a quite sophisticated outfit. It was a pity Dave had never finished college but they had been given the opportunity to make it and in that business you seldom get two bites at the cherry. She thought of her father and how he must have cursed himself. If he hadn't pulled some strings and called in a few favours they would never had had their first break and Dave would probably gone back to college. 

They breasted a rise and could see the busy port of Calais below them. 

* * * * *

It was just after five in the afternoon when Nat pulled up in front of the Hotel on the outskirts of Amsterdam. I still looked bright and clean and new. 

She pulled into the front car park and raised the top to the car whilst the others removed the bags from the boot. Picking up her own suitcase she led the way to the front entrance and into reception.

"Wow. Fucking wow." She heard Laurie exclaim as she walked up to the desk.

"Hallo." She said to the girl dressed like an airhostess behind the counter. "My name is Natasha Wagstaffe and we have some rooms booked."

The girl checked a computer screen.

"Yes Madam." The girl replied looking past Natasha to the group behind her. "We only have reservations for two."

Damm it. She'd hoped her parents would have left the original booking of two room's stand. Somebody must have changed it to one room.

"Do you, by any chance have a spare room or two." She asked. "Just for tonight. We are all going to the concert together and they had their bag stolen and we nearly had to drive to Paris and then we had to drive here and we won't have time to find them somewhere in town before the concert starts." She gushed. She needed a deep breath after that.

She sensed a movement by her side and almost jumped out of her skin as an arm was passed around her waist.

"What the?" She started then relaxed as she looked up at his face.

"I'm sure we can fit the friends of my favourite honouree niece in for one night." Howard Wolfenstein, the Managing Director of the hotel chains suggested to the receptionist.

"Oh, Uncle Howie." Natasha stood on tiptoes to kiss his cheek. "I didn't know you would be here."

"Just keeping an eye on my investments." Howie said releasing her waist and looking the rest of the girls up and down. "I would have thought your parents would have been across to see the show."

"Dad was too busy."

"Shame." Howie's said distractedly his eyes fixed on Amanda's breasts.

"These are my friends." Natasha said, making the introductions. "This is Howard Wolfenstein everyone. He owns the hotel."

"Wow. Fucking wow." Laurie said a little to loudly.

"Where are you from?" Howie asked, picking up on the accent.

"I'm from California but now we all live in Texas." Laurie answered.

"I'm Len's daughter." Francine chipped in. "He owns the village pub."

"I know Len." Howie nodded. "I've seen you before as well. We haven't visited with your parents for a few years. I always enjoyed our stays. You must come up and say hello to Harvey."

"Is he with you?" Natasha asked, remembering the two hands on her ass cheeks as they had danced on the night of the hotels opening.

"Yeah." Howie replied then turned to Marty behind the counter. "Have the girls taken up to Miss Wagstaffe's room while you sort out another for them while I take Miss Wagstaffe up to the penthouse. It'll give you girl's time to freshen up before your show and it'll give us a chance to talk family and friends. What room?"

"Seven o five." Marty replied, taking a key from a hook behind her.

Two young men, also dressed like they should be working in an aeroplane, appeared as if by magic and, taking the key from Marty, collected up all the bags and led the ways to the lifts. 

Howie steered Natasha to a different lift.

"We take this one." He said.

* * * * *

Laurie sat naked at the foot of one of the beds in the hotel room, listening to the sounds of laughter coming from the bathroom as Amanda and Taylor took their shower, with one hand resting on her pussy with one fingertip she gently prodding its outer lips.

Frankie paced up and down between the two beds, she was clearly not comfortable with something.

"What's up?" Laurie asked, slipping the tip of a finger between her pussy lips and running it along her slit.

She knew that Frankie had seen her do it.

"Those two." Frankie said dragging her eyes from the pink gash exposed between the top of Laurie's thighs and indicating the bathroom. "Are they? You know?"

"What. Taylor and Amanda? Lesbians." Laurie replied, moving her finger along her slit again. "Fucking no, they're not Lesbians. We just enjoy sex. Enjoy it a lot and it's just that if there isn't a man available we please each other."

"I don't understand." Frankie couldn't prevent herself from looking at Laurie's pussy.

It was hairless and the pink flesh inside was beginning to glisten with her juices. She could see everything. The little hood covering her clit, the fleshy outer lips and the thinner inner ones. 

"You are looking at this like you have never seen one before." Laurie said lifting her finger from her pussy to her mouth and sucking on it. "It's just the same as yours. You like to have it touched don't you."

Frankie nodded.

"By boys?"

Frankie nodded again.

"Do you find they hurt sometimes, when they push their finger in too soon."

Frankie couldn't find any words so nodded again.

"A girl isn't like that." Laurie said moving to sit on the edge of the bed with her feet on the floor.

Frankie couldn't help but watch as her slit disappeared from view between her legs. There was suddenly an itch between her own legs. She fought the urge to scratch it.

"Sit down." Laurie said softly indicating the bed by her side. "Don't worry, you'll be safe."

"A girl isn't like a boy when it comes to fingering you." Laurie continued. "A girl knows where to touch you. Where you are sensitive. When it's right to push it inside. Has anyone ever gone down on you?" 

"No." Frankie finally found a word. 

"Again. No man is as good at going down on you as a woman would be. All a man does it to get you ready to be fucked. A girl does it for its sake alone."

The water was turned off in the bathroom. 

"Get ready for your shower." Laurie said standing up. "They will want the bed when they come out."

Frankie looked towards the bathroom as the door opened and Taylor and Amanda came into the bedroom sharing a towel to dry each other's bodies. Frankie stood up and moved towards the bathroom with Laurie as Taylor and Amanda suddenly let the towel drop to the floor and embraced then kissed.

"Come on." Laurie said taking Frankie's hand and leading her into the bathroom.

Inside, she left the door open and stood beside Frankie as they watched as Amanda's hands cupped Taylor's ass cheeks. 

"You had better take these clothes off." Laurie said softly, lifting up the bottom of Frankie's T-shirt. "You can't go in the shower dressed like this."

Frankie hardly felt Laurie's hands as they lifted her T-shirt over her head then unfastened the clasp on her bra. Her eyes were glue to the bed where Amanda was kneeling between Taylor's bent knees and spread thighs attacking her clit with her tongue and thrusting at least two fingers in and out of her pussy. She wished she could see clearer. She could see Amanda's holes. Her small, tight round anus and the long pink slit of her pussy.

She could feel Laurie's hand on her ass cheek and stiffened. She should slap it away. No girl had ever touched her there. No boy for that matter. Not where Laurie's fingertip was rubbing. It wasn't right to be touched there. But it did feel nice. 

Laurie's other hand was on her pubic mound, strange she hadn't notice her jeans and panties being pulled to the ground. She found herself automatically pulling her foot from them and opening her legs as Laurie probed her pussy lips with a finger. She threw her head back and breathed deeply as the finger entered her. It slid inside her so easily even in this position.

She looked back at the bed, avoiding looking at Laurie. She hadn't noticed Taylor come but she assumed she must have as Amanda had moved up her body and was kneeling astride her shoulders and lowering her pussy to Taylor's mouth. 

She heard somebody gasp with pleasure. Was it Amanda or was it her. Laurie was moving her fingertip to her clit her other finger still massaging her anus. She had to breath deeply then quickly as Laurie described small circles with her finger around her clit. She could feel it swelling. It felt as if every feeling in her body was concentrated on this one small spot. She could hardly feel the finger at her anus. All she was aware of was the building up of pressure inside her. Taylor and Amanda were sitting on the bed side by side watching her. She should stop it. Make Laurie stop it. She couldn't. She was coming. Coming with an intensity she had hardly ever felt before. Her legs felt weak. She thought she was going to fall and held onto Laurie for support. Then the warm glow spread through out her body. Starting at her clit and filling every cell.

"You okay, sweetie?" Laurie asked.

All Frankie could do was nod her head.

Just then there was a knock at the door.

"It's me, Natasha." Nat's voice came through the door. 

Taylor left the bed and wrapping a towel about her body went to open it.

'Oh my God.' Frankie thought. 'What have I done?' 

Breaking away from Laurie she rushed into the shower cubical and closed the glass door behind her, pressing her ass against it to prevent it being opened from the outside. She reached in front of her for the taps and turned them on. She gasped as the water struck her, taking the breath from her body.

'What had she done?'

She could hear voices in the Bedroom. She pictured Natasha getting undressed for her turn in the shower. Were the other's looking at her. Should she tell her? 

There was a hand pushing at the door to the shower. 

"Let me in." She heard Laurie say.

"I've just finished." She said and stepped under the main jet of water to allow the door to open then quickly out before Laurie could step inside.

She picked up a towel and covered her long, thin body with it.

Laurie smiled at her then stepped inside the shower.

Holding the towel in front of her tits and pussy Frankie went into the bedroom. Taylor and Amanda were sitting side by side on the bed as before but this time they were both dressed. Natasha was walking around the room sorting things from her suitcase into the drawers and cupboards wearing only her bra and panties.

"Howie has arranged for one of the Hotel's courtesy cars to take us to the rear entrance to the stadium and collect us at one o'clock in the morning. It will give us a couple of hours with the band before we come back. They're sending up some sandwiches and coffee. That could be them now."

Natasha and Frankie stepped into the bathroom as Amanda went to open the knock from room service.

Laurie was standing naked by the door to the shower, the water running down her body over her small tits and flat, muscular stomach. Over the rise of her pubic mound and then down her legs. Frankie had to look. 

Natasha was unhooking her bra and stepping out of her panties. Frankie's eyes were dawn to her ass cheeks as she bent forward to pick up her panties to drop them into the laundry basket. The quick flash of a light brown anus and a few wisps of her pubic hairs then she had straightened. Frankie looked at Laurie and saw that she was smiling at her. She must have seen her looking at Natasha. 

"Have you finished?" Natasha asked Laurie.

"Sure. It's all yours." Laurie confirmed stepping aside and picking up a towel to dry herself with.

Stepping up to Frankie Laurie touched her on the shoulder gently.

"You'll be alright." She said soothingly. "It's not the end of the world."

'No.' Frankie thought. 'It's not. But was it the beginning of another?'



The Popular Music Show Pt. 06



 (Copyright 2001. Al rights reserved).

All characters and events are fictitious.

* * * * *

Marianne stood under one of the showers in the away team dressing room at the stadium and watched the soapsuds running down her body. Some were caught in the thick mound of pubic hair and she ran her fingers through them to release them.

She could here the steady rumbling from outside as forty thousand people gathered for the concert. Not that they were there to see them, FoxArt. No, they did have their following but it was nothing compared to the others. Artwork. The name probably did sum up who's group it was. Dave Wagstaffe. He used Art as his stage name. She'd known him on and off for two years now. He was the talent behind the group. Jeff was the showman. The front. The performer. He and Mike. They could both sing well and they weren't bad musicians either. Why on earth they kept faith with Geordie on keyboards. That he was an original member of the group with Jeff, Mike and Dave she knew and men will stick together.

She supposed there was something sweet about that.

Not like her own position. She supposed she did have a lot to thank the other two for. They took her into their group. If things went well on this tour they would have made their names in America and Japan. Their second album was hot off the presses. Her career was finally going to take off. There had been so many false starts in the past. So many men she'd felt she'd had to sleep with to further it. But this chance was not without its price. When she thought about the array of Dildos and vibrators the others carried with them she shuddered. Perhaps tonight they'd leave her alone. 

She switched off the shower and towelled herself down. She could hear them talking next door. Why hadn't she brought her clothes in here with her? She took a deep breath and walked back into the changing room. Roberta and Lorraine were already dressed to go on stage. The two black girls, Lucy and Mary, who provided the backing vocals for Artwork on this tour were standing together in front of a mirror at the far end of the room practising their vocal exercises. Another girl in a short Silver mini skirt was putting ther finishing touches to her make up helped by two other women.

Roberta and Lorraine were adjusting the Velcro fastenings to the short skirts they wore on stage. She could make out the outline of the strap on Dildo Lorraine wore under hers. How she loathed that part of the act. To have to allow her to simulate sex with her on stage in front of thousands. Not many countries would allow it but Holland was one.

It would be good for the pre-tour publicity in the States their manager, Merry, had said. She could see that but he didn't know that what was acted out on the stage would be repeated for real later in their hotel room. Perhaps not tonight? Perhaps they would let her stay and hang out with the others after the show? 

She could feel their eyes upon her as she pulled on her stockings and garters then stepped into her one-piece costume with its little skirt that only just covered the panties and tried to pull it up her body underneath the towel. 

"I'll give you a hand Mari." Lorraine said from behind her.

She could feel the Dildo against her ass cheeks, she was that close.

"We'll help." Roberta said standing in front of her and pulling at her towel.

She pulled it back to cover her tits.

"Surely you're not shy?" Roberta asked in a low voice. "We've seen it all before and we will again."

"Please don't." Marianne pleaded as she allowed the towel to be taken from her.

"Come on." Lorraine said into her ear. "You know you like it."

Fuck her. She did like it or rather had. Having been passed from man to man as a young hopeful they had taken her into their group. And she had enjoyed the attention they had given her, at first. Sex with a woman had been nice. Gentle, after the thrusting of the men she'd known. But things had been changing. The introduction of the vibrator had been nice. A pleasant change. Then came the Dildos. Not content with taking it in turns with one they had brought two so they could have her together. And they wanted it more often. Especially Lorraine. She wasn't gentle anymore.

"I could fuck you now." Lorraine said rubbing the Dildo against her ass cheeks then pushing the head between them. 

Marianne clenched her ass cheeks tight together.

"No." She said pulling away and stuffing her tits inside her top.

They could hear the sounds of music from the stage as a local group started the show. They had twenty minutes.

"Leave me alone." Marianne hissed. "Just leave me alone."

"Come on Lorrie." Roberta said sliding a small white tablet onto her tongue and taking a sip of water from a paper cup. "Time for that later."

"I'm going to fuck your ass tonight." Lorraine said staring hard into Marianne's face.

"No. No more." Marianne replied and couldn't help but take a step backwards.

"You'll feel fine later." Roberta said stepping in between them. "What is it? Period pains?"

"No. Yes." Marianne stumbled over the words.

"I don't believe you and anyway I don't fucking care." Lorraine was rubbing the Dildo beneath her skirt as if she was a man rubbing his cock.

Marianne thought for a moment that Lorraine was going to take the Dildo out from beneath her stage skirt and take her there and then.

There was a knock on the door and it opened and Merry, their manager stepped past the security guards and into the room. Some cameras flashed in the corridor. He looked quickly around as if hoping for a glimpse of bare flesh and seemed to heave a sigh of disappointment.

"Alright ladies." He said taking a seat and eyeing the three girls up and down. "Plenty of raunch out there. This is your best chance of hitting the headlines this side of the water. I want you to give it all you've got."

He looked around again this time noticing the tension between the girls. 

"This is no time for squabbles. I want you out there and hitting them with everything."

The door opened from the corridor and two more men came into the room. They both wore headsets with Mike's. One was talking into his. 

The other came up to them. They knew him as Tim from security.

"Are we ready?" He asked smiling at Marianne. "There's a bit of a crush outside what with the film crew and all. If you're ready we'll go."

"Come on girls." Merry said getting to his feet. "Let's get out there and show them what you've got."

The three girls and Merry followed Tim out into the corridor. Cameras flashed again as he led the way to the side of the stage.

There was bottles of water and cups waiting for them. Marianne wished she'd visited the toilet. But then she always did at this time. The three musicians they had hired as backing were lined up on the far side of the stage ready to go. She waved at them and received two waves back. 

The group on stage were finishing a old rock number to thunderous applause. They must be popular, she thought. She moved to the side curtains and peered out over the sea of faces. It was by far the biggest crowd she had performed in front of.

The girl dressed in the bright silver mini dress was standing beside her. Another local singer who would go out onto one of the stage wings and mime to a song while the groups changed places. Marianne smiled at her and received a scowl in return. She must know something about her lifestyle she thought.

The group had finished and the girl brushed past her and walked out onto the stage wing. The synthetic beat of a drum came through the speaker systems as the girl gyrated her hips in time and opened and closed her mouth to the sound of her singing.

"Are you okay." Merry was standing close with his back to the others. 

He looked deep into her eyes.

"Look." He continued. "I know what's going on. When the tour is over I think it will be time for you to go solo again."

Could she believe her ears?

"I'll fix up some solo interviews for you towards the end of the tour." He looked over his shoulder making sure the others couldn't overhear. "Two more months at most. Go and get set up."

Marianne gave him a smile and went to join the others. At the rear of the stage she could see Dave Wagstaffe and a group of young women. Probably groupies for the after show party she thought although one at least looked at bit classy for that. Almost as tall as Dave with long, light brown hair that nearly reached her ass. There was an even taller girl there but she didn't look out of her teens. The other three were smaller, dressed alike in jeans and halter-tops that showed their bellybutton pierced mid-drifts. 

She could tell Dave was looking at her and flicked up the hem of her skirt to give him a flash of her panties. The lights on the stage dimmed as the girl in the silver dress finished her song and she could see their backing band moving on to set up. Hands were on her body fitting the battery and transmitter to the radio mike headset into the pouch in the rear of her dress. She adjusted the earpiece and heard a voice asking her to say something. 

"How's this?" She asked into the small black mike in front of her mouth.

"Fine thanks." Came the reply. "Good luck."

She looked across at Dave and his group suddenly wishing she were one of them. He was pointing at her, he looked to be explaining something to them.

The speakers at the front of the stage seemed to vibrate to the opening cords of one of their three hit songs to date. Merry was holding her hand. Guiding her, no pulling her to the front of the stage. She didn't want to go. She wanted to be a groupie for Dave and the group.

She was standing between Lorraine and Roberta. The band played the opening cords again. She bounced onto the stage with them. Into the often rehearsed dance routine, waving to the crowd. Lifted by their reaction. Lorraine was counting. One; two. One; two; three; four. She started to sing. To move around the front of the stage. This was her life. She was alive here. Fuck the others. This was where she belonged.

They went through three fast tracks without a pause. Then came the ballad, which she sang with Lorraine on piano and Roberta on acoustic guitar. 

Three more songs to go. She took a sip of water from the cup on one of the play back speakers and moved back to centre stage front.

It was going well, the crowd was enjoying them judging by their reaction. She was enjoying it. She was really enjoying it. 

She started the next song. Slow, heavy beat. Writhing her hips as if she was being fucked. She knew the other two would be moving towards her. Pulling away the fastenings of their skirts to reveal their high cut knickers. She heard the gasp from the crowd followed by a roar of approval as they caught sight of Lorraine's Dildo.

They wanted Lorraine to fuck her. 

She suddenly felt let down. Was there nobody she could turn to?

Their hands were roaming over body. She could feel the Dildo against her ass cheeks, between her legs. The crowd was roaring them on.

Lorraine was licking her ear moving the Dildo back and forth along the slit of her pussy. Roberta was lifting the front of her skirt giving the crowd and especially the photographers and cameramen the sight of the Dildo between her legs. Lights were flashing everywhere.

Something seemed to break inside her. Slapping Roberta's hand away she struggled free from Lorraine and ran from the stage screaming.

The crowd went silent.

Then there was chanting. 

Marianne ran past Merry and the stagehands and technicians to the rear of the stage. She saw the group of girls that had been with Dave. She wanted somewhere to hide. To be alone. She ran on. Down the corridor past the changing rooms. Running into and past Dave. Ignoring his "What the Fuck?" she ran on. He had looked angry.

The security guards opened the small door at the end of the corridor and let her leave the stadium into the truck and trailer park. She looked around. She could hear people calling her name. By the rear of one of the trucks that would be used later to move the stage equipment and instruments there was a two-tier keyboard on an enclosed base. She could hear people calling out her name and, looking around for somewhere to hide, crawled underneath the keyboard and curled herself up as small as possible with her knees touching her chin. She would be safe here.

The man on the PA was introducing Artwork. The opening notes of their first song came to her as she suddenly found herself shivering. She hugged her knees and started to cry.



The Popular Music Show Pt. 07



 (Copyright 2001. Al rights reserved).

All characters and events are fictitious.

* * * * *

"What the fuck?" Dave staggered backwards from the force of Marianne running into him.

He turned his head to watch her running off down the corridor. Something was wrong he thought watching her short skirt flicking from side to side as she ran giving flashes of her knickers. They still had fifteen minutes of their set to run.

He couldn't be bothered with her problems now. That bastard Geordie had gone back onto drugs. They had postponed this tour once because of him. They had to go this time. What the fuck were they to do? Perhaps H could get Jem Green to join them. He had played on a lot of the tracks on their last album when Geordie was in the clinic. He was good. 

That might solve the long-term problem but what were they to do tonight? Get out there and hope Geordie could play the whole set? 

He could hear a rumbling noise from the stadium. H was coming towards him.

"Can you get on stage now?" He asked. "That bitch Marianne has run off and the crowds getting restless."

"Why what happened?" Dave asked in return.

"The lesbians." H replied. "I think they went too far."

Dave could see Merry, Roberta and Lorraine ahead. They seemed to be arguing with the stadium promoter, his staff, security and the stage staff at the same time.

"Come on." Dave said turning to the others.

There was an open bottle of Jack Daniel's and some paper cups on a table by the steps leading up to the stage. One of the roadies had half filled some. He picked one up and took a drink. He felt the fiery spirit burn a path into his stomach and attack the butterflies congregating in there. He drank again.

He could see Nat and her party standing in a group at the rear of the wing. Nat lifted her hands and shrugged her shoulders in question. What could he say? He just smiled and waved and led the group out onto the stage. The roadies were still fitting up their instruments as they appeared into view of the crowd. The mutterings and mumbling suddenly changed to screaming and applause.

Jeff took centre mike and spoke into it.

"How's it going?" He asked.

The crowd erupted again. Some notes from the keyboards came over the speakers. Dave looked across the stage to Geordie. He looked all right. He played some notes on his own guitar as did Mike and Jeff. Larry, behind them, hit each drum in turn. 

"Okay." Jeff said into his mike. "Lets go." 

The opening notes of their first song were drowned by the noise of the crowd. Hands were raised into the air already. People were swaying from side to side. Jeff was singing. Dave moved closer to his own mike and added his voice to the backing vocals. The girls were in good voice. He looked to where they were sharing a mike on a raised platform towards the rear of the stage near the piano. They looked good as well.

He looked again at Geordie. He was sweating already. Singing into his mike. Waving, one handed, to the crowd. They responded with a roar. 

They played two old favourites then Jeff introduced the next set of three. New songs from their latest album. They had been played on local radio stations during the past few weeks so they wouldn't be completely new to the locals in the crowd. The album was to be released for sale at midnight that evening. H's idea. Great marketing ploy he said. Well, they would see.

This part of the concert was going out live on satellite TV. He hoped they had chosen the tunes well. The single had done well. Technically it was their best album yet. He knew he was maturing as a songwriter and the act itself was becoming more polished. If only Geordie. Why have him on keyboards? Because he couldn't play the guitar. He could sing okay. And the girls loved him. Only he didn't love the girl's back. Everyone in the group knew, so did 'H'.

They finished the set. It had gone well. Now it was his turn to play the piano for a couple of ballads to let everyone catch their breath. He placed his guitar on its stand and moved to the piano stool. He was suddenly conscious that Nat would be watching him. Why had he agreed that they could stay backstage? If they were out in the crowd he would have known she was there but to have her backstage where she could see everything he was doing. He had always felt nervous when he had played in front of her. He knew he was good but she was exceptional.

He could see her. She was smiling, waving. The rest of her party was jumping up and down. Huge smiles upon their faces. Tits bouncing. He hoped they were staying for the party.

He played a scale on the piano keyboards. Geordie responded on the electronic keyboard. They exchanged notes and phrases. They hadn't done this in years. The crowd was going wild. 

Jeff and Mike had changed their electric guitars for acoustic ones and were watching him and Geordie.

"Ready?" Jeff asked the world.

The crowd hushed as he started to play.

* * * * *

Marianne shivered and sniffed in her hiding place beneath the twin keyboards. She had heard people walking around, calling her name. She had peeked out once and seen Lorraine and Roberta climbing into a car. There were photographers and a camera crew. They didn't look happy. Merry wanted publicity. He had some now.

Two men had stopped besides her at one stage and talked in German or Dutch. It wouldn't have mattered which as she didn't speak either but she had caught the words Geordie and America. They had both seemed agitated and at one stage she had thought they were going to move the keyboards and its stand. Eventually they had both left and she had heard them joining in with the others who were calling her name.

It was quiet now. She was feeling cold. She looked out. She could see the three security guards standing outside the entrance to the stadium. They'd let her in. They knew who she was.

She climbed out from beneath the keyboard and walked towards the guards. They did recognise her and made no difficulty about her entering the stadium. One of them turned his back on her and was speaking into his radio.

Merry hurried towards her followed by a mass of photographers and a film crew as she walked down the long corridor beneath the rear stand. She could hear Dave playing piano. She longed again to be one of the group of girls he'd had with him earlier. To watch him play and then be taken back to his hotel and be fucked rotten.

What was Merry saying? She didn't care. Something about contracts and obligations. Lights were flashing in front of her and there were at least three microphones in front of her mouth.

"I don't feel well." She said into them. "Please leave me alone I want to get changed."

"You heard everyone." Merry was standing in front of her, shielding her with his body. "She was taken ill. That's why she left the stage. There will be further statements later."

Suddenly she was surrounded by security guards in their black leather jackets. They ushered her to the door of the changing room and held it open as she and Merry slipped inside. A dozen, shouted, questions seemed to follow them through the door and hang in the air. Some of the questions she knew she would have to answer if only to Merry.

It was warm in the changing rooms. She went to the pegs where her blouse and skirt were hanging up with her short, blue, denim jacket. Her bag on the seat below contained her change of underwear and sprays and make up.

She unzipped her stage costume and taking a towel from the folded pile went into the showers. Her liquid soap container hung on the taps where she had left it. She switched on the shower and allowed the water to rinse her tensions away. She heard the door open.

"I want to talk to you." She heard Merry saying.

"Not now. Tomorrow." She replied turning her back on him and soaping her tits and stomach.

"There won't be a tomorrow for you." Merry snapped. "Not in this business. Now what came over you?"

"I just couldn't take it anymore. I know what you said. Just two more months but you don't know what it's like. Not just out there but later when we're alone."

"I thought you were one of them."

"I am or was but I'm not anymore. I can't bear to be near them."

"Well you are stuck with them. If we don't honour these dates and go to the states then all of you will be finished. I'll speak to them. Make them leave you alone. You'll be all right, I promise it. If this tour goes well you're going to be big. It's everything you have ever wanted. Don't throw it away. Please."

It's your big chance as well. She thought. She was aware his eyes were watching her as soaped her back then did her short curly hair. She wanted to soap and scratch her anus but resisted not wanting Merry to think it was an invitation. 

Not that Merry would. What was he? Forty-five. Married with children. Balding, greying, with a paunch. He probably saw her as a daughter anyway.

"Pass me my towel, please." She asked, reaching behind her as she switched off the shower.

She felt the towel being pressed into her hand and turned to face Merry covering her front as she did so. She smiled at Merry, then glanced down and noticed the swelling of his cock inside his trousers. Unless he was a pervert, perhaps he didn't see her as a daughter after all.

She went back into the changing room, conscious of Merry's eyes on her ass cheeks as she walk, and started to dress by her peg. She slipped her panties on under her towel then her blouse before letting it fall to the ground. She could hear the group outside. Hear the crowd screaming and shouting. Hear them singing along and she noticed she was herself. She wanted to go and watch them. She wanted to stand with the group of girls on the side of the stage.

She zipped up her skirt, tucked her blouse in and slipped her feet into her open-toed sandals. 

"I'm going to watch them on stage." She said to Merry. "Can we talk in the morning?"

"Okay kid." Merry nodded to her. "Yeah. You do that. We'll talk in the morning."

Merry led her out into the corridor. Camera's flashed and the reporters surged forwards towards them. Merry held up his hands to them as the security guards began to intervene. 

"Listen everyone." He said loudly. "Marianne wasn't well earlier and we don't want her bothered right now. I'll stay here and answer any questions you may have."

Merry did like talking, Marianne thought.

Merry said something to Tim the security guard and he took her by the arm and led her towards the stage. There were more flashes from cameras.

"Is there any truth in the rumour that she is pregnant?" 

She heard the first question.

Fucking fine chance of that happening, she thought as they hurried out of earshot of Merry's reply.

Tim stood by her side when they reached the wing of the stage. Dave looked up from his seat at the piano and smiled at her. She saw the group of girls standing towards the rear of the stage and walked to join them. The three in halter-tops and the tall thin one were bouncing up and down and screaming. The other girl was clapping and smiling as the song finished but without the same abandonment. She looked at her now.

"Hi." Marianne shouted. "I'm Mari."

"Hi." The girl shouted back. "I'm Natasha. Nat for short."

Conversation was impossible as the group started their next song so Marianne stood and watched. Her foot started tapping and before long she was swaying with the others. She caught sight of Nat from the corner of her eyes. She actually appeared to be listening to the music.

Fuck her. Whoever she was. She was going to enjoy herself. Three more songs then the group made as if to leave. The roar from the crowd was terrific. Two more songs. They were going to leave this time. No. One more song. This time they all left their instruments and walked to the front of the stage. They bowed and waved and bowed and waved again. They turned and left to head towards the corridor. Dave beckoned to them in passing and the girls followed. 

Marianne felt a hand on her arm. 

"You coming?" Nat was asking.

"Why not." She replied. 

The girls in front were singing and clapping as they linked arms. Marianne found her own arms linked with Nat on one side and one of the girls, short and thin with a dark complexion and dark hair.

"Wow. Fucking wow." The girl almost screamed. "That was fucking great. Wow, fucking wow."

Tim waved his hand at the guards by the changing room doors and briefly opened them to allow them inside. Camera lights were flashing and corks were being popped on Champagne bottles. There must have been at least forty people in the changing room. Everyone was singing and clapping and cheering as the corks popped.

"Enjoy it?" 

Dave was standing in front of them holding three paper-cups full of Champagne. The girls took them. 

"This is Mari." Natasha made the introduction.

"I know." Dave replied taking a cup of Champagne from a passing tray. "How are you feeling Marianne? They said you were sick."

"I was. Sick to death."

"Marianne?" Natasha said out loud. "Does that mean you are the singer with. Oh, I am sorry. I didn't recognise you."

"And this is my little sister Nat." Dave smiled.

"That's okay." Marianne said to Nat. "I just wanted to be normal for a bit."

"You're welcome to come back to our hotel for something to eat after the crowds gone." Dave offered.

"I don't think we should." Natasha shook her head. "I've heard about these after show parties of yours."

"Everyone will be on their best behaviour with you there." Dave assured her.

Natasha smiled then nodded towards the door of the shower where they could see Mike leading Amanda. They could see his hands on her ass cheeks before the door closed behind them. They saw one of the security guards move into position to prevent any further access.

"I'd like to come." Marianne said looking at the ground.

"What about you and your friends?" Dave asked Laurie who had just returned. "Do you want to come to our hotel for something to eat and a few drinks?"

"Wow. Yes please. Fucking wow." Laurie was jumping up and down with excitement. "Do you have a John in here."

"In the shower room." Dave nodded to the security guard then pointed at Laurie.

The guard smiled as he opened the door for her. Strange man, Laurie thought as she approached the toilet cubicles and selecting one dropped her jeans and panties and sat down.

"Oh."

She heard a sound as she relieved herself.

"Ah. Fucking hell. Oh yes."

That sounded like Amanda. She could hear movements from the next cubicle.

"Yes. Yes."

That was Amanda. 

Quickly wiping herself Laurie pulled up her jeans and panties and standing on the toilet seat peered over the top.

Amanda was naked sitting astride Mike facing him and riding up and down on his cock. She could see Mike's hands on her ass cheeks and saw his attempts to capture one of her nipples with his lips. Amanda was panting; a sign Laurie recognised as her being close to coming. Mike's eyes were closed and his hips were lifting as he tried to thrust in time with Amanda's movements. She could tell they were both nearly there. Amanda's groans were becoming more intense; Mikes breathing was becoming erratic. 

What devil inside her made her press the flush on her toilet then? 

They both stopped in mid thrust.

"Sorry about that." Laurie said, looking down on them.

"Fuck off." Amanda screamed at her and lifted her hips again.

Mike prevented her moving with his hands upon her ass cheeks and lifted her from his cock. Standing up he turned her away from him and bending her over the toilet bowl and cistern fed his cock into her pussy from behind. Amanda gasped at this sudden invasion of her insides then seemed to relax as he moved in and out of her. Laurie looked down at his cock as it moved in and out beneath Amanda's ass cheeks. Nice cock, she thought. Not massive but more than adequate. She could feel her own pussy starting to moisten and unzipped her jeans to give her clit a rub. Mike was moving faster, then faster still. She could hear Amanda coming. Smell her. Mike was really slamming in and out of her. She rubbed herself faster. 

"Oh yes." She said out loud. 

She was coming. 

"Fucking hell." She swore as her pleasure peaked and the familiar warm glow spread throughout her body.

"Shit man." She heard Mike say and opened her eyes and looked down. 

Mike had Amanda's ass cheeks pulled tightly back against his groin. She could almost feel him pumping his come inside her.

She watched him pull out and help Amanda straighten and then sit on the toilet seat. They were both flushed in the face and breathing heavily. She looked down at Mike's rapidly shrinking cock, glistening in its coating of cum and Amanda's pussy juice. 

Without a second thought she climbed over the top of the partition and dropped to the ground beside them. 

"It pays to be small sometimes." She said dropping to her knees in front of Mike and taking his cock and balls in her hands. 

"You'll need to have this cleaned up before you put it away." She continued sliding the head of his cock between her lips and licking at its delicious coating.

"Oh. Right. Yeah right." Leaning back against the partition and opening his legs as far as the jeans around his feet would allow.

Laurie could feel his cock responding to her lips and tongue but she didn't want his come in her mouth this time. She wasn't having Amanda saying that she been fucked by a pop star and she hadn't.

Unbuttoning her jeans she sat back on her ass and pulled them off. Amanda looked as if she was about to join in the cock sucking but Laurie wasn't going to have any of that. She pushed her back onto the toilet seat and lifting the backs of her thighs onto her shoulders placed her lips against her pussy and kissed it. She could hear Amanda's response. Her gasp of pleasure changing to a deep groan as she spread her lips wide with her thumbs and probed inside with her tongue.

She could feel Mike moving behind her, feel his hands on the cheeks of her ass, opening her. She felt the head of his cock pressing against her pussy lips and arched her back to take it as he pushed inside her. He moved back and pushed again. She flicked Amanda's clit as Mike pulled back then slammed forward filling her. He was moving again. Sliding in and out of her. She could feel the friction against her clit. Her clit was growing, she could feel it. She licked faster on Amanda's moving her hands between her legs so she could push a finger inside her pussy and anus. 

She heard Amanda cry out as her fingers entered her. Then heard her cry out again as she came. Her own orgasm was building. Mike was moving faster. Short, sharp stabbing strokes. She was there. Then again.

She heard Mike grunt as his balls emptied inside her pussy.

Amanda was running her fingers through her hair and she lifted her face towards hers. She was flushed and smiling, with beads of sweat on her brow.

Laurie grunted as Mike pulled his cock from her. She climbed to her feet. Mike put his arms around her and squeezed her ass cheeks as her gave her a kiss on the lips.

"Hi." He said. "My name's Mike."



The Popular Music Show Pt. 08



(Copyright 2001. All rights reserved).

All characters and events are fictitious.

"How many girls do you want let into the hotel?" Natasha herd Tim asking H as she helped herself to a piece of cheese flan from one of the tables set up to hold the buffet for the after show party in the Bands hotel.

"I think what we have here will do them fine tonight." H replied surveying the room.

She looked around herself. There had been well over one hundred people in the hotel ballroom when they arrived back from the stadium. There had been many faces she recognised instantly and others she had when Dave had mentioned their names and still others who even having been told their names, she was non the wiser.

The three Americans and Frankie all seemed to be enjoying themselves.

The girl in the silver dress was there with an entourage of six and her own film crew who recorded her every move as she moved from celebrity to celebrity. 

There had been a short sharp row between Marianne and the other two girls in her group. Then there had been a public reconciliation after Merry had taken them all into a side room for fifteen minutes. Marianne was sitting on a chair by the piano on the raised platform at one end of the room listening to Dave tinkling. The expression on her face reminded her of the look on the face of one of her father's dogs once. Total devotion. She hoped Dave didn't notice, he run a mile. 

Though if she thought about it, it might not be such a bad idea after all. He was twenty-six. Famous, successful and loaded. Quite a catch in fact. 

Maybe she should try for one of the other members of the group? Larry the drummer perhaps? No, he seemed fully occupied with their two backing singers. Geordie? Hardly a fruitful union there. Mike? No, she'd already been there. Jeff then? He had talent, that much was true. A born showman. He was very good looking. A shame he had the morals of an alley cat. There he was now talking to Laurie and Amanda with Mike. He had Frankie on one side and Taylor on the other. Frankie had her head on his shoulder. She looked to be asleep or drunk.

She looked across at Dave again. Was her being here spoiling the party for him? And after, when the bedroom combinations were decided would he miss out because of her?

Shame.

The two hard looking girls from FoxArt were talking, no arguing with Dave. He was standing between them and Marianne. Marianne was holding his hand. She just had to know what was going on.

Taking two glasses of Champagne from a table she walked across to the piano.

"Oh, hi Nat." Dave said as she approached, he seemed really pleased to see her.

Nat slipped onto the piano stool and placed a glass on either end of the keyboard before running her fingers over the keys.

It had a nice tone. She played one of the tunes they had used in their concert that evening. She knew them all. She'd been present when Dave had written some of them. She slowed it down so it sounded how Dave had originally written it. Marianne was singing. Dave had written some great lyrics for this song. Too good to be lost in the sound that came from the full band. Marianne could sing as well. She had a lovely clear voice.

Nat kept playing. Aware that the other two girls had left. Loosing herself in the music.

"That's how you should perform that song." She heard H say.

"I can't fucking sing like that." Came Jeff's reply. "I'm for bed. Coming girls?"

"Jeff." Nat called reprovingly to him.

"You get yourself off to bed Frankie. You've had a long day." Nat suddenly felt a surge of responsibility for her.

"She can come if she wants to." Taylor objected. "Come on. You'll enjoy it." She urged.

Nat stopped playing as Marianne finished singing. There was a round of applause. She looked across at Frankie. She had a please say yes look on her face.

Why did she need her approval?

"It's up to you."

Nat shrugged her shoulders. She was old enough. She wasn't her keeper. She doubted very much if she was a virgin. Few girls her age were. 

"I'm going back to my hotel now Dave." Nat said to him. "Anybody coming?"

Nobody replied, then Marianne spoke.

"I need to get away from here."

"There's a spare bed in my room. In fact you can have a room of your own if you want to. It doesn't look like they'll be using it." She nodded to where the three Americans and Frankie were allowing themselves to be steered towards the lifts. 

Like lambs to the slaughter, she thought. She wondered if they knew what they were letting themselves in for. What were they letting themselves in for? A night of sex? She could do with that herself. She looked around the room there were still perhaps a dozen people there, all male apart from her, Marianne and another girl who looked to be high on something. 

There were some good-looking men there. She could have one if she really wanted. She knew the signals to send but if it didn't mean anything why do it for the sake of it? 

Dave was walking with them to the front doors. The crowds that had been hanging around at the gates to the hotel had mostly gone. There were still a few who appeared to be camping out in sleeping bags. 

There were still a few late taxis outside and the car Howie had sent from his hotel to collect them. They walked towards the car, Dave with his head low to avoid being recognised. He held open the door for them. Nat looked past him as she kissed him on the cheek goodnight. That was strange. That looked like Geordie getting into a taxi. It couldn't have been.

Marianne was kissing Dave on one of his cheeks. Then his other one. Then full on the lips. Nat could see Dave was taken back at first then he relaxed and he responded, first with his lips and then with his hands.

Should she lift them from her ass cheeks? Marianne didn't seem to mind they were there. In fact, the way she was grinding her hips against her brother's she seemed pleased they were.

They had broken their kiss and were looking deep into each other's eyes. Then they stepped back two paces and looked at Nat.

"Goodnight Nat." Dave said, circling Marianne's small waist with his arms and pulling her ass back into his groin.

Nat climbed into the back seat and allowed Dave to close the door on her. She watched them hurry back inside with their arms around each other's waists. Some camera lights popped so they knew that it was going to be anything but a secret romance.

"To the hotel, Miss?" The driver asked. 

"Yes please." She replied sinking back into the soft leather upholstery.

The car pulled up at a set of traffic lights and waited for them to change. That did look like Geordie in the taxi in front. 

The cars were pulling away. She quickly made up her mind. 

"Driver?" She asked, leaning forward in her seat.

"Yes. Miss." He replied over his shoulder.

"I want you to follow the taxi in front of us. Not too closely."

"Alright Miss." The driver responded with a sound of query in his voice.

The taxi was driving around to the rear of the stadium where the concert had been held. It was slowing at the entrance to the fenced off compound where the equipment trucks were parked. There were security lights everywhere and she could see a number of people carrying items from the arena for loading onto the vehicles. A fork-lift truck appeared carrying one of the large speakers from the stage.

Geordie was out of his taxi and flashing his pass at one of the security guards. He was allowed into the compound and the Taxi pulled away. 

What could he want there at this time of night? She asked herself. Something inside her had to know.

"Please wait for me here." She said, climbing out of the car.

She approached the gate in the barrier and fumbled in her small bag for her stadium and backstage passes that she was keeping as a souvenir. 

She showed them to the guards as she reached the gates.

The guards looked at the passes, then at her and finally at each other.

"One of the band wanted me to meet them here." She hurriedly explained.

What must they think of her?

"One of them has just come in. He's in their bus."

She could feel herself blushing as she slipped beneath the arm of one of the guards as he held the gate open a little.

"Lucky sod." 

She heard one of the guards say as she hurried away.

"I wouldn't mind giving her one."

What must they think of her?

She reached the entrance to the bus and stopped. She could hear voices inside.

"I need it."

She heard Geordie say.

"You've had enough."

A voice replied. It sounded vaguely familiar but she couldn't place it.

"More or I'll tell."

Tell what?

"All right." The voice agreed. "Stay with him Hans."

She heard somebody moving towards her in the bus and quickly slipped around the front to the driver's side. A tall thin man climbed down from the vehicle and walked towards the stadium entrance. Nat watched as he disappeared from view. She returned to the door of the bus and waited.

She heard what sounded like a moan come from inside.

Crouching she climbed the three steps and looked down into the interior of the bus.

A naked man was kneeling between Geordie's thighs as he sat on the sofa, sucking on his cock. As she watched Geordie held the man's head and gasped. She saw his entire body stiffen, saw him lift his hips then release his breath as he came. The man's head jerked backwards to the force of each of Geordie's ejaculations. She could see his Adam's Apple move up and down as he swallowed. 

The man was licking his lips as he pulled off Geordie's jeans and underpants then turned him over onto his hands and knees. 

Something inside her was turning at the sight before her. It was wrong, un-natural and yet fascinating.

The man had a tube in his hand. It was blue and white in colour. He removed the top and squirted some of the clear gel-like contents onto two of his fingers. Placing the tube on the sofa he used the fingers of his other hand to spread open Geordie's ass cheeks and rub the gel onto his anus. She saw Geordie's body stiffen as the man pushed first one then a second finger inside him.

The man picked up the tube and squirted some more of the gel directly onto Geordie's anus and worked it inside him. The man took his own cock in his hand and worked himself to full hardness. Moving forwards on his knees he presented the head of his cock to Geordie's anus and pushed.

Nat felt her own anus involuntarily tighten at the sight of this cock sliding inside Geordie's ass hole. The only time she had let any man try to take her there it had hurt so much that she'd demanded he stop before more than the head of his cock was inside her. She looked at Geordie's face. He was smiling. He was enjoying it.

The man had squirted some more lubricant onto his cock as it moved in and out. She was certain she could hear it squelching. 

The man was holding onto Geordie's hips now, increasing the speed of his thrusts.

Nat knew she should leave but she couldn't stop watching. Couldn't stop watching the man's cock as it moved in and out. How it glistened in the half-light inside the bus. What could it be feeling like? She could feel herself becoming wet. Geordie's mouth was hanging open. He was panting. The man was panting. She wanted to rub her pussy. Her fingers moved towards it. Touching her lips through the white material of her jeans. The man was coming. She could see that Geordie's cock was hard. She heard him cry out as the man thrust deep inside him. She could feel her clit.

"Did you enjoy the show?" The voice behind her asked.

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The Popular Music Show Pt. 09



(Copyright 2001. All rights reserved).

All events and characters are fictitious.

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Dave pulled Marianne to him as the lift doors closed behind them. He looked deep into her eyes for a moment then lowered his lips to hers. He heard her moan deep inside. Her lips opened and her tongue pushed out to meet his own. The tips fenced then caressed and explored. His hands felt her shoulder blades, his fingers her spine then finally clamped tightly onto her ass cheeks.

She ground her pubic bone against his hard on. Pulling back slightly so they only just touched then pushing back against him hard as his fingers probed between her buttocks.

They broke their kiss. He smiled down at her.

"Can we go to your room?" He asked.

"Presuming a little, aren't we?" She replied.

"I'm sorry." Dave breathed into her hair. "At least can I walk you to your door?"

"I think I could allow that."

He wasn't going to try and force himself upon her. This was something new for her. Every man she'd ever kissed before had taken it that it had implied they would be fucking her shortly. For a moment she didn't know what to do.

Should she give in to the screams coming from her insides? She could thank him politely and agree to meet him again next day. She would have no option there as they were flying down to Munich together in the afternoon. 

The lift came to a halt and the doors hissed open. Tim, the security team leader was standing talking to two of his men and a member of the hotel security team. He smiled at them as they left the lift and walked to Marianne's door. 

"Are you coming to bed?" A harsh voice called out to them from a doorway further up the corridor. 

They both turned their heads to see Lorraine standing in by the entrance to her room wearing a short nightdress with her hands on her hips.

"I'm going to bed." Marianne snapped back. "Alone."

She looked up into Dave's face. She could feel his prick hard against her hip.

"Will I see you tomorrow?" She asked gently.

She could see the look of disappointment spread across his face. Then he smiled.

"Of course." He kissed her on the forehead. "Sleep well."

A brush of her lips with his lips and he was gone. There he was striding back towards the lift. She watched his back. Then she watched his ass cheeks. The screaming inside her was rising to a crescendo. 'Come back.' She wanted to shout. The lift door was opening and he was stepping inside. 'Don't listen to me. Come back.' Her body urged. The doors closed on his smile and his slightly raised hand.

"He's gone now." Lorraine said from her side.

"Fucking leave me alone." She hissed at her and, stepping into her room locked the door behind her.

Dave rubbed his prick through his jeans to relieve the pressure as the lift carried him to the next floor. The doors opened with their customary hiss and he stepped into the corridor. Two security men approached him then relaxed and stood aside as he was recognised.

He nodded to them as he passed and walked to the door of his room. He stopped with his hand on the knob and listened to the sounds of giggling coming from Mike's room opposite. There was a lot of giggling. He thought he could hear two male voices. It must be Jeff and Mike teaming up with the four girls. He thought. He briefly considered going in and rescuing Frankie but would she thank him and she was old enough. 

He considered for slightly longer going in and joining in. No, he wouldn't. Strange. That side of it was loosing its appeal. He thought back to that morning and the girl he'd fucked. It nagged him that he couldn't remember her name. It nagged him more now he thought of it that she hadn't even turned her head to see who it was who was fucking her. It was that meaningless to her. Just another cock inside her. As it had been just another cunt to him.

He stepped into his room and closed the door behind him, shutting out the sounds from across the corridor.

Well, they sounded as if they were enjoying themselves.

He stripped naked and stood beneath the shower. That felt better. Wrapping a towel around himself he went back into the bedroom and poured himself a Jack Daniel's from the bottle on the side. Switching on the bedside table light and switching off the main lights he sat crossed legged on the bed and sipped at his drink.

He closed his eyes and Marianne's features appeared before him. She was a nice looking girl. She'd been around a bit. He knew that. Mike always reckoned he'd fucked her once. But then Mike reckoned he'd fucked everyone, even Nat.

He imagined what Marianne would look like naked. She wasn't over full up top but she had a flat stomach and nice, rounded ass cheeks. She had a very pretty face. It was smiling at him now. He could feel his lips moving to smile back.

Was she hairy? Or did she trim or shave he wondered. It would look nice whatever she did. 

Taking a second sip from his glass he placed it on the bedside table and lay back, on top of his bed covers.

Yes, he thought as he switched off the bedside light, she'd look good naked.

Laurie lifted her head from Jeff's cock and watched as Amanda guided the head to the opening to her pussy and slid down it. Bitch, she thought. She wanted a cock. She looked across at the other bed. Frankie looked dead to the world. She lay on her back, naked. Beyond her she could see Taylor on her hands and knees and Mike kneeling behind her moving in and out.

Standing up, Laurie moved to the other bed and looked down at Frankie. She was very tall. Her legs were very thin and she could see her hipbones. Her pubic hairs were dark and few. She sat on the edge of the bed beside her and ran her fingers through them, one finger getting caught for a second in a knot of hairs. Frankie moaned as she pulled her finger free. 

Placing her hand flat on Frankie's pubic mound she gently massaged the whole area. Frankie sighed and her legs opened slightly. Laurie explored between them with one finger rubbing her outer lips then pulling them apart a little and pushing a finger inside her. Frankie's back arched, her legs opened wider and she seemed to give a little sob. 

She could hear the sounds of coming from Taylor and looked towards her. Mike's eyes were on her fingers as first one then a second moved in and out of Frankie's hole, spreading her lips and opening her. She heard Taylor grunt as Mike pulled his cock from her. Taylor lifted her flushed face and looked at the bed. She smiled then moved closer and started sucking on one of Frankie's nipples while feeling her other tit with her hand.

Mike stood up and moved to the foot of the bed where he stood for a few seconds looking down at Frankie's pussy.

Without a word Laurie reached up for his cock and pulled him gently forwards. Mike knelt on the bed between Frankie's thighs and allowed Laurie to position the tip of his cock against Frankie's pussy lips. Tammy had stopped sucking Frankie's nipple and had moved down the bed to be sitting opposite Laurie. Together the two girls pulled Frankie's pussy lips apart and held them open as Mike sank forward into her. 

"She's tight." He gasped, pulling back and pushing into her again.

Frankie's eyes opened wide and she cried out as Mike drove his cock deep inside her. 

"No. No." She gasped as Mike started pounding her pussy. "No don't."

"It's alright, baby." Laurie said soothingly, releasing her pussy lips and running her fingers through her hair.

Mike was panting and grunting, thrusting wildly. Frankie gasped and cried out again. Finally with a loud moan Mike collapsed on top of her as he pumped his come inside her pussy.

A movement by her side made Laurie look up and she saw Jeff and Amanda standing there, looking down at the scene on the bed. Jeff's cock glistened with come and Amanda. Laurie reached for it and took it into her mouth. She loved the taste of woman and she loved the taste of man come. She swirled her tongue around it then used her lips to work the foreskin back and forth. She could feel it responding and cupped and squeezed his balls before reaching behind him and feeling for his anus with a finger. Jeff started thrusting with his hips as she rubbed his tight, round opening. He held her head still, fucking her mouth as he had her cunt earlier. She heard him groan. 

"No." Laurie said pulling her head away. "Not there."

Jeff's face was contorted with frustration as he tried to pull Laurie's mouth back to his cock.

"Fuck Frankie." Laurie said, moving to one side and allowing him to mount the bed between Frankie's thighs. "It'll be fucking cool."

Kneeling down by the side of the bed Laurie again held Frankie's pussy lips wide and positioned Jeff's cock between them. This time there was none of the resistance encountered by Mike and his cock slid slowly in. Frankie cried out once then lay silent as Jeff started moving in and out of her. 

Laurie wormed a finger between Jeff's tight buttocks and rubbed his anus as he pounded Frankie's pussy. In ans out like a piston he moved. Faster and faster. He was grunting and groaning. Panting and gasping. Frankie was making little noises at the back of her throat. Almost despite herself her hips were moving. Her hands went behind Jeff's back and Laurie could see the white tips at the ends of her fingers as she held him tight. She was lifting her hips from the bed to meet his thrusts. Laurie could almost feel the tightening of Frankie's pussy around Jeff's cock as she came from where she knelt. A tightening that was bringing Jeff off. She heard him gasp. Then say "Fucking hell" before he collapsed forward.

Laurie reached down between his legs and felt Jeff's balls as they as they lifted and fell as he pumped his come into Frankie. Finally they stopped moving and Jeff pulled his cock free.

Laurie reached out and fondled it as he sat at the foot of the bed. It was slippery and warm. She worked his foreskin back and forth looking for signs of life. 

"It's okay." Jeff panted. "It just needs a rest. It'll be fine later."

'That's no fucking use to me,' Laurie thought and looked across to the other bed where Mike was lying on his back with his arms around Taylor and Amanda. It didn't look like she'd get much from him either. Everyone was going to sleep. She needed a man. Jeff had already moved up the bed and was lying next to Frankie. 'Fucking wimp,' she thought.

Switching off the main bedroom lights she opened the door to the corridor and looked out. Two security guards were sitting on chairs by the lift doors. They both looked up at her. 'Fuck it,' she thought, 'let them look.' She stood out into full view and closed the door behind her then took the five paces across the corridor to Dave's door. She turned the knob and it opened and she slipped inside. 

She could see Dave lying asleep on his back on top of the covers with a towel around his waist. She quickly closed the door behind her and the room was in darkness once more. Dave moaned and moved on the bed. Laurie stood still for a few seconds allowing her eyes to become adjusted to the lack of light then moved quietly to the bed and knelt by its side. Pulling the towel gently away she looked down upon his cock.

'Not bad,' she thought, taking it in her hand. It felt cool and dry after Jeff's. She worked the foreskin back and forth a few times and could feel his cock growing. She licked her lips and lowered her head.

Dave moaned. Marianne's face appeared before him. Such a pretty face. He could feel the throbbing of his cock. Marianne was turning away kneeling down in front of him, offering him his choice of holes. Oh. His cock felt good. Oh yes. It was as if somebody was sucking him off. He heard himself moan out loud. The bed moved as somebody straddled his hips and lowered a hot, wet pussy onto his cock. 

His opened his eyes. Somebody was riding his cock. And riding it well. Automatically his hands reached up in the darkness and felt for her tits. They were small and firm. As he would imagine Marianne's to be. He squeezed and massaged them as she rode his cock. He could feel her ass cheeks bouncing against his thighs as she rose and fell. He heard her gasping as she came. She kept moving, faster still. He could feel his cock growing inside her. Feel his balls tightening and lifting. He was moving his hips with her. He could feel her coming again as he began shooting his come inside her.

There was a click and the bedroom door opened flooding the room with light. Dave looked up at Laurie's smiling face above him then at Marianne's shocked and tear stained face in the doorway. 

Nobody spoke. Then his mobile phone rang.



The Popular Music Show Pt. 10



 (Copyright 2001. All rights reserved).

All events and characters are fictitious.

For Michelle, who isn't very well.

* * * * *

"Climb into the bus." The voice behind Natasha said. "Do not make a noise."

She could feel something hard pressing into her back.

Looking back, over her shoulder, Natasha could see two men, no three. One was carrying a laptop computer bag slung over one shoulder.

"Leave me alone." She said, but automatically keeping her voice low.

"Climb on board." The man repeated, showing her the automatic pistol he held in his hand.

Natasha thought of screaming but doubted whether she would be heard over the noises coming from the stadium as the stage was dismantled and the sound equipment brought out on forklift trucks to be loaded for the drive to Munich. One truck was moving out already.

She climbed the steps.

"Nat!" Geordie exclaimed, covering his prick and balls with his hands, "what are you doing here."

"I followed you." Nat explained sitting on the sofa by his side and, despite herself, looking down at his hands. "What's going on?"

"I can't tell you." Geordie replied looking down at the ground.

She thought he didn't look well.

"What's going on?" She demanded of the man in the suit.

He ignored her.

The blond haired man who'd buggered Geordie sat next to her. She could feel her flesh cringe. The three men who had followed her onto the coach were talking in whispers. They seemed to have decided something.

"You know this girl?" the man in the suit asked Geordie.

"Yes. Of course I do." Geordie replied. Natasha thought there was a note of desperation in his voice. "This is Nat. Natasha Wagstaffe. Dave's sister."

"A further complication." The man in the suit addressed the others in German. 

Nat had a good knowledge of German and was particularly fluent in French. She could also get by in Spanish and Italian. To play the opera's with feeling you must speak the language. 

"A simple follower and we could have given her a shot as we will Geordie and when she comes around everyone would think she's dreamt it. I don't see that we can let them go now. Others may know they are here. A shame, she's a pretty girl."

"Frederick." The man in the suit addressed himself to one of the men whom Nat noticed for the first time was carrying a camera and had a press pass dangling on a thin chain around his neck. "We need some photos for the Internet. Geordie and his lover are travelling in their bus to their next concert. They know Geordie is unstable. He leaves with his girlfriend part way there. I think we have the subjects for your next snuff movie also."

The man turned to Nat. He was smiling. Nat thought of screaming that she knew what he had been talking about then thought better of it.

"I must ask you to remove your clothes." He said.

"I'm not undressing in front of you." Nat retorted.

"I must insist." The man said moving towards her.

"Leave her alone." Geordie said standing up.

"She will not come to any harm." The man insisted in a reasonable voice. "We only wish to take some photos and if we have her clothes there is less chance she will want to run away. Helmie has something for you. Show him Helmie."

The man called Helmie took a flat metal box from one of the large patch pockets on the side of his trousers. He opened it to display two syringes, a supply of needles in plastic covers and two bottles of a cloudy liquid.

Helmie fitted a needle to the syringe and drew some of the liquid from one of the bottles into it as she looked when he had finished he handed the syringe to the blond haired man and filled the second.

"You don't want that Geordie." Nat said, taking one of his hands in hers.

"You are right." The man in the suit agreed. "He doesn't want it. He needs it. Tell her to undress Geordie. No harm will come to her."

"Please Nat." Geordie seemed to collapse at the sight of the needle. "Please."

"What are you going to do?" Nat asked.

"We just wish to post some photos on the web. It will explain why Geordie is travelling to Munich in this bus instead of waiting for the plane this afternoon. A few shots of him enjoying himself with a young lady should ease everybody's minds. I know. You will say that Geordie is gay. But not everyone knows that. Certainly not the police. Nor the general public. Now quickly. My patience is running thin."

"All my clothes?" Nat looked around at the four men and Geordie. 

Only three other men had seen her fully naked. She looked again at Geordie. He was pleading with his eyes. She had to trust them, for his sake. Her fingers moved to the buttons on her blouse and one by one she slowly undid them. Turning her back on the men she removed it and unhooked her bra. She laid them both neatly over the back of the sofa and looked over her shoulder. Helmie had left and she could hear him talking outside to somebody. She thought of shouting for help but the man in the suit showed her his pistol. 

Unbuttoning her white jeans she unzipped them and pulled them down over her hips and thighs. Stepping from them she picked them up and laid them out neatly with the rest of her clothes. She turned to face the men still wearing her white panties and folding her arms across her breasts.

"You are a beautiful young lady." The man in the suit said looking her up and down.

Helmie climbed back into the bus and started the engine.

"This bus is due to leave now." Helmie said. "I've told them that I am the driver. The real driver is coming now."

He pointed through the windscreen.

"See to him." The man in the suit said calmly.

Helmie and Frederick left the bus, Frederick carrying the second syringe. Nat could hear voices outside.

"Now the remainder of your underwear." The man in the suit indicated Nat's white panties.

Nat turned to Geordie. He was sitting back with a huge smile on his face. The blond haired man was holding the syringe and smiling at her.

"Take them off." The man ordered.

Frederick and Helmie climbed back onto the bus. Nat noticed that the syringe was empty. 

The man in the suit spoke to them in German.

"You must drive the coach to Munich. The keyboard stand has already left for there. You will not overtake the truck in this but you must get it back as soon as you arrive. This route has become too risky to use this time. I think a little kidnapping and ransom will deflect people's attention. You drop us all at the flat and we will drive up to Frederick's studio."

Frederick was adjusting his camera. He was smiling at Nat.

"Quickly now." The man said, turning his attention back to Nat.

Nat felt the blond man's hand on her panties at the back and dropped her hands to them uncovering her breasts. The camera flashed. 

"You bastard." She swore.

She stumbled against Geordie's legs and fell back onto the sofa as the bus lurched forwards. Her panties were below her knees by the time she sat up. The man in the suit caught her wrists as the blond haired man removed them completely.

They both stood up and stepped back to avoid Nat's kicking feet. Swaying together as the bus bumped over the uneven ground to the exit.

"You bastards." Nat swore.

"Now. Hans." The man in the suit said to the blond haired man.

Hans took Geordie's prick in his and stroked the foreskin back and forth as Nat tried to cover her pubic mound and breasts with her hands and arms.

"Don't be shy now." Frederick said, kneeling and taking a photo of Geordie's growing prick with Nat in the background. "You have a beautiful body. Be proud of it."

He spoke as if he was trying to coax somebody in a photo shoot, which, Nat supposed, he was. 

"Now." Frederick directed. "Take Geordie's cock in your hand."

Nat looked down at it then up at Geordie's smiling face.

"There are worse things that can happen to you then playing with a friends penis." The man in the suit threatened. "A lot worse. I do not normally enjoy women in the physical sense but for you I might make an exception. Especially in the bodily parts we have in common. Have I made myself clear? My patience is wearing thin. Take Frederick now. He does like women, and he has some friends that like women also. You will do as tells you. Now. Or you will be doing things a lot more unpleasant."

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

"Excuse me a moment." Dave said to Laurie, placing his hands on her hips and lifting her from his prick. "I must get that."

He tried to keep his voice normal, matter of fact. He'd thought it had been Marianne riding his cock. This could take some explaining. He found he did want to explain.

Marianne still stood in the doorway. Her eyes followed his movements as he climbed from the bed and walked, naked, to the closet and his leather jacket hanging on a coat hanger. He fished in the pockets and came up with his mobile phone. He pressed a button and spoke into it. She heard the name Howie.

She should leave, she knew. She had refused him and he had gone with another woman. She was to blame for that. He was no different to any other man she'd known. If a woman opened her legs he'd be there. She had hoped he would have been different. She should leave but her eyes were drawn to his cock. How it shone in it's coating of that girl's vaginal secretions.

She looked at the bed. What was her name again? Oh yes, Laurie. Sitting curled up by the pillows at the head of the bed smoking a cigarette, from the complimentary packet provided in each room together with a book of matches, with a smile on her face. She looked pleased with herself. Cow.

Dave had finished speaking and was dialling a number on his phone.

"It's Nat." He said as he pressed the buttons. "She's gone missing. She went back to the stadium and nobody knows where she is. That was her hotel. The owner. He's an old family friend. The car he sent came back without her. Hallo. Who are you?"

Dave spoke the last question into the phone. Marianne was aware of others in the corridor with her. It was Laurie's two friends dressed in their halter-tops and jeans.

"What's going on?" Amanda asked. "We heard a noise."

She looked past at Laurie sitting naked on the bed and at Dave struggling into his underpants and jeans and trying to work the hotel TV's remote control. 

He said, "Wait a minute," into the phone and put it down while he finished dressing and found the Internet channel.

Holding his phone between cheek and the top of his arm he tapped on the remote control in response to some instructions he was receiving. Marianne walked across, took the phone and held it to his ear for him. He smiled his thanks. She didn't know whether to hate him or love him.

They were going to an Internet web site. It had Artwork in the title. 

She could hear the voice at the other end of the phone, it sounded familiar.

"You see the title? Any search on Artwork will bring this up."

"I know." Dave hissed into the phone.

"Go to latest pictures."

Dave navigated around the screen until the box was highlighted and pressed the select button.

In the first a woman was standing, facing the camera, naked. Somebody was holding her hands behind her back. She had full, without being overlarge, breasts with little-finger thick nipples and a small light brown area surrounding them. She had a full mound of dark pubic hairs that started mid-way between her navel and pubic bone. She had a full head of hair that Dave knew would almost reach down to her ass cheeks if she were turned around.

In the second shot she was sitting on the sofa next to a smiling Geordie looking down at his erect cock that was being held by somebody off camera.

In the next shot she was holding it. 

The next shot it was in her mouth.

In the final two shots she had her back to the camera and was straddling Geordie's hips and thighs as if impaled upon his cock. Her hair did reach her ass cheeks. 

"What do you want." Dave said into the phone.

"Nothing." Marianne heard the man at the other end reply. "Geordie is travelling to your next gig by bus with his new girlfriend. Your sister. The proof of this is readily available on the web for all to see. Nobody is missing, nobody is lost. When we have recovered our property we shall leave and you will have them both returned to you safe and sound. In the meantime you tell everybody everything is in order. These pictures can be removed from the web now if I have your agreement. But they can be replaced as easily. My friend is loading a new picture for you."

The TV screen went blank for a second followed by a 'The web page is updating message.'

The screen went blank again and the web page re-appeared. An extra photo slowly formed at the bottom of the screen.

Nat was lying on her back with her wrists tied to her ankles and her pussy slit fully exposed.

"She's a very pretty girl." The voice at the end of the phone said. "I know a number of men who would enjoy her, especially in this position."

"I want to speak to her." Dave shouted into the phone.

"Certainly."

"Dave? Is that you."

Marianne could feel the tears in Nat's voice. She moved closer to Dave, pressing one of her breasts against his arm.

"Are you alright?" Dave asked. "Have they done anything. Hurt you."

"No. Not really." Came the reply. "They made me do things and took photo's."

"I know. Don't worry about them."

"But what will Dad say if he sees them?"

"Don't worry, I said. Do they want anything else from you?"

"I don't think so. They want something back they say is theirs. I'm am worried about Dad's car. The keys are in my suitcase. I wish I was going home soon."

"There." The man's voice came back on line. "She is alright and will remain so if we are given free access to our property. Do not tell the police."

"I don't even know what it is." Dave complained.

"That is best. Catch your plane this afternoon as arranged and you will find your friend and your sister waiting for you."

Dave stared at the phone after the man at the other end had disconnected the call. What did they want? Could he trust them? Should he phone the police?

"I think she's in trouble." Marianne said by his side.

He looked down at her, for the first time realising her breast was pressed tight against his arm. He could feel her nipple sticking into his flesh.

"He said they'd be alright if we just say nothing is wrong and that they are travelling to Munich by coach together."

"It was her saying she wanted to go home now and she mentioned your fathers car." Marianne's brows were knitted in thought.

"What if they are people they could recognise later?" She continued.

"He did say we shouldn't involve the police."

"I think she is trying to say we should go and help her."

"We?"

"Of course."

"And us." Laurie joined in from her position at the head of the bed. "This is going to be fucking cool."

Don't forget to vote.



The Popular Music Show Pt. 11



(Copyright 2001. All rights reserved).

All events and characters are fictitious.

* * * * *

Natasha looked with apprehension at the knife in Frederick's hand as he knelt beside her. She tried to roll onto her side away from him but he held her in place with a heavy hand between her breasts.

"What are you going to do?" Nat asked nervously. "I've done everything you've wanted. Why don't you let me go now?"

"I do not think we can do that." Frederick replied running the flat side of the blade across her nipples in turn.

Nat had to look. Amazingly her nipples were hardening, standing erect. She closed her thighs together, tightly as Frederick moved the blade to her tight stomach.

"Don't!" She pleaded.

She could feel it against her pubic hairs. Sawing back and forth. She felt him place the knife on her stomach and pull at her pubic mound for a second before letting fall a number of her short, dark, curly pubic hairs onto her breasts. 

"The Americans who buy my films like their women without hairs down there. They say it makes the woman look like a little girl again. Do you want to look like a little girl again?"

"Leave me alone. Please."

"No." Frederick said moving to a position where he had full view of her ass cheeks and pussy. "You are mine, now. We will have some fun. You will be a famous movie star. Unfortunately the film will not be on general release but those who see it will really appreciate you. As I intend to."

His hand moved to the zip on his trousers and Nat watched as he released his cock and stroked it to full hardness. She felt his fingers between her legs, easing open her thighs. She knew what he was going to do and yet was unable to do anything to stop him. His fingers were on the lips of her pussy, massaging them, pulling them apart. He moved foreward, looming above her. He was looking down into her eyes with a face filled with lust. 

"Time to get them both dressed," the man in the suit called from the front of the bus. "We are nearly at the studio flat."

Frederick looked back over his shoulder.

"You will have time for that later." The man said as the bus came to a halt.

Frederick cut through the tape securing her feet to her ankles and indicated her clothes.

"Get dressed." He smiled and ran a hand over her ass cheeks as she climbed stiffly to her feet and reached for them.

Hans was helping Geordie into his own clothes. 

"I'm sorry Nat," Geordie said. "I wished you hadn't followed me.

Nat had already thought that. If she hadn't come then what would have happened. Geordie would have been supplied with more drugs and nobody would have been the wiser. If only she'd stayed out of it. She heard the driver and the man in the suit discussing meeting in a village in Germany. It was the one part of Germany she knew at all well having stayed there once with her parents when her father had decided they should see all the dams the RAF Dambusters had blown up during the second World War after watching the film on the TV again.

Natasha put on her panties and bra first then her blouse and finally pulled on her white jeans. She slipped on her sandals and lifted her head to see the man in the suit standing before her.

"Now Miss Wagstaffe." He said, threateningly. "You will do exactly as you are told. When we leave the bus you will walk with me to the large silver Mercedes. You will smile nicely as if you are enjoying our company. Do you understand?"

"I understand." Nat confirmed. "I need the toilet."

The man in the suit looked down at her.

"Very well," he said. "You can use the one on the bus. Frederick, you go with her."

Nat led the way down the three steps to the small cubical. The little light still worked. It had been one of their first purchases as a group. A base for travelling around the country. There were four bunk beds at the rear. This small toilet and wash hand-basin left over from it's days as a touring coach. A sofa to one side behind the driver's position and two sets of double seats with a light brown table between them. Even now they took it with them everywhere they went. Something familiar and something to remind them of their beginnings, Dave had said. And, of course, it was somewhere to have their women. And there had been a lot of women.

Turning with her back to the toilet seat she reached for the button on her jeans. Frederick was still standing with his head inside the doorway watching her.

"Go away." She said loudly.

"Come away, Frederick," she heard the man in the suit say in German. "Later, she is yours."

Frederick moved away and she heard him climb the three steps to the main body of the bus. Natasha thought for a moment of bolting the door and making them burst in to get her. But what would be the point. They could do that in seconds.

Instead she closed it and, after dropping her jeans and panties, sat on the toilet seat. She hadn't lied when she had said she needed to go. She reached forward and opened the cupboard under the sink. It was still there. Or the forth or fifth one. She took out the note-pad with its Biro attached by a piece of string to its wire hoops. They had been keeping a notebook in the toilet from the very beginning. The only place they would all be sure to visit every day. They would leave messages for each other, write song lyrics or just draw silly pictures of 'H'. She quickly turned to the last page and wrote down the name of the village that she'd heard mentioned. On the wall by the side of where she was sitting she wrote NB, NAT, 07/01. She quickly replaced the notebook and quietly closed the cupboard then, making rather more noise than was necessary, she wiped herself and pulled up her jeans and panties just as the door opened and Frederick's head appeared.

Turning away from him she flushed the toilet then made to leave. He blocked her way.

"You should be nice to me." He said pulling her towards him.

Almost without thinking she brought her knee up into his balls. He staggered backwards with a cry then cracked her across the side of the face with the back of his hand. 

Nat was knocked backwards by the force of the bowl, tears filling her eyes. Frederick moved towards her with one-hand holding his balls and a look of lust and anger on his face.

* * * * *

Dave kept the Automatic selection lever of his fathers BMW in third gear as he drove from Amsterdam towards the German border. They must have had at least three hours start and he was by no means certain which route they would have taken.

He forced himself to keep looking in the rear view mirror and slowing occasionally to let Howie Wilkinson keep up in his Hotels large black Mercedes. He looked at the dashboard clock. Seven fifteen the numbers read. His eyes followed along the dash and onto Marianne's thighs. They looked nice. He resisted the temptation to feel them. After catching Laurie riding his cock he wasn't sure what her reaction would be, but he could guess. 

Still, it had been her suggestion that the three American girls travel with Howie and Harvey leaving them to travel alone. It must mean something. He rested his hand on the gear selection lever between them. He looked again at the road ahead and checked his rear view mirror. They were dropping behind again. He eased his foot off the accelerator. 

"They're not as fast as us, are they?" Marianne asked.

It was the first words either had spoken in fifteen minutes.

"Nowhere near. It's about time my father got a decent car. He usually buys British. Solid and sensible."

"He's nothing like you then?"

"I don't know. They used to get into all sorts of trouble when they were young. Not only when they were young. Only last year in Dallas they were mugged and if Laurie hadn't called the police they could have been killed or worse."

"So this Laurie's an old friend then?"

"I'd never meet her before tonight. Nat told me about her. Seems my father was hoping to buy the European concession for a Gym chain her sister worked for but I think its fallen through. I don't really know, I don't keep in touch."

"That's sad. An Aunt brought me up. She had a succession of boyfriends. She was only too glad when I left home at sixteen. I think I was cramping her style."

"My parents were nothing like that." Dave said, moving his had to operate the indicator lever then replacing it on the selector lever.

He glanced across at Marianne's face then down at his hand. He knew her eyes had followed his.

"About Laurie." He started.

"Yes." He could sense Marianne bristle at her name. "I suppose there have been a lot of girls. Especially after concerts."

"Yes. You know the score." He suddenly felt annoyed with her.

He was about to offer some kind of explanation and she was brining up that.

"I know."

He knew she knew. She'd been around a bit before the lesbians had gotten hold of her. Mike said he'd had her. But then Mike said he had everyone, even Nat.

He looked across at her again. She was staring out of the window. There were tears in her eyes.

"Hey. What's wrong. Don't cry."

He moved his hand onto one of hers and squeezed it gently. She sniffed then caught it between both of hers as he pulled it away.

"I'm sorry. I know the score. I just hoped something would be different this time."

"It is."

"But Laurie."

"I was asleep. Dreaming of you. Suddenly the dream was real and then you were standing there and it was Laurie and not you."

Another sniff. He looked at her face again. There were tears running down her cheeks but she was smiling.

Suddenly she stiffened. 

"Is this your bus ahead?"

Dave dragged his eyes from her face. He caught site of a brightly coloured bus pulling in front of a truck about a quarter of a mile ahead. He immediately took his foot from the accelerator and pulled his hand from between Marianne's with an 'excuse me' to control the car as he applied the breaks. He looked in his rear view mirror. The black Mercedes was gaining rapidly then dropping back. He pulled in behind the truck behind the bus and took his mobile phone from his shirt breast pocket.

"It started ringing before he could search for Howie's number.

"What's up?" He heard the loud American voice in his ear.

"They are in front of this truck." He replied.

"Now what?"

Indeed. Now what?

They had decided that they were not going to call the police. Not at this stage.

In hindsight that might have been a mistake.

Howie had seemed all for not calling them. He'd said his life was too quiet when he wasn't around Dave's parents. He also said he owed them a few.

A sign said there was a service station ten kilometres ahead. Dave glanced down at the petrol gage. It read three parts empty. He would have to pull in and fill up especially if they were going to follow the bus all the way to Munich.

He told Howie what he planned to do.

"Okay." Came the reply. "We'll keep her in sight until you catch up."

Dave replaced the mobile in his pocket and smiled at Marianne before reaching across for her hand. He missed and his fingers touched her thigh. He let them linger for a second expecting to feel Marianne's hand on his pulling it away. It didn't happen. Instead her thighs opened and he could feel the soft warm skin on the insides. He moved his hand up, under her short skirt and heard her gasp as his little finger came into contact with the gusset of her panties. They felt damp. He pushed against them with the edge of his finger. Marianne gave a little sigh and opened her thighs even more.

He traced along the outline of her pussy. Pushing against her lips and feeling them give beneath his touch. Marianne's hands were gripping his arm. Squeezing it tightly not pushing it away. 

He moved his finger to the top of her pussy and felt gently for the bud of her clit. Her moan of pleasure told him he had found it. She groaned again as he rubbed it. Then gasped. The sign read five kilometres to go. He moved his hand and rubbed fast with his middle finger. Marianne's moans had changed to sighs then to little noises at the back of her throat. She was lifting herself from the seat. Pushing her pussy against his finger. Breathing heavily then panting. 

He felt her thighs tighten around his hand as she came. 

"Oh Dave." She sighed, still holding his arm then lifting his hand from her pussy and kissing it.

He squeezed her fingers then pulled his hand away to place it on the steering wheel. The one kilometre sign passed then they were at the countdown markers. Dave slowed even more then indicated to turn off. The truck in front kept going to reveal the bus turning into the slip road ahead of them. The Mercedes passed them still on the main road. They can't have seen the bus leave the road. It was too late to attract their attention now. He needed both hands on the steering wheel to negotiate the twists and turns that led to the car parks. The bus pulled up between two others as Dave drew to a halt. They watched as two men left the bus, looked around then walked to the shops and restaurant.

Dave drove the car to the far side of one of the buses and they both climbed out. Taking Marianne's hand he led the way to the front entrance to the bus and tried the handle. It was locked. Taking his bunch of keys from his pocket he selected one and unlocked the door. 

He pushed in the centre of the door and the two halves opened. Leaving Marianne to watch the shops and restaurant he climb quickly inside. A quick look told him there was nobody else present. 

He walked quickly to the rear of the bus and looked in each bunk in turn. They were all empty. He remembered Howie and quickly phoned him to let him know what was happening. Replacing his phone he began to make his way back to the entrance. He could do with a visit to the toilet. It always happened after he had been sitting down for any length of time.

He made his way into the cubical and taking out his cock directed his flow of piss into the bowl. So many initials had been written on the walls. Some were of famous rock stars others of girls they'd used. There was one from Nat.

He finished pissing and was still stuffing his cock away as he reached into the cupboard under the sink for the notebook.

He had to think for a moment but it came back to him. His father's whim to visit the sights of the Dambuster raids. He wouldn't admit it to his father but it had been fun.

"Dave." Her heard Marianne call. "They're coming back."

With notebook in hand he left the bus pulling the doors closed behind him and slipped around the rear of the vehicle with Marianne as the two men came around the front.

"Do you think she will still be alive when we get there?" The tall blond man asked the other in German as he turned the key in the lock.

Dave pricked up his ears. He had only a school boys knowledge but it was enough to let him understand what was being said.

"Why?" The other replied. "Are you starting to like women now?"

"She was nice. But I don't think I'll change."

The rest of the conversation was lost as the doors closed behind them.

"We must be quick." Dave said almost dragging Marianne to the car.

"What's wrong?" She asked rubbing her wrist when he released it as she climbed into the car. "What were they saying?"

"They are going to kill Nat."



The Popular Music Show Pt. 12



 (Copyright 2001. All rights reserved).

All events and characters are fictitious. 

* * * * *

"So Paul pulled my sister and the other Reporter from the burning farmhouse at about the time I was shot. Jenny drew the two brothers away from the farmhouse then Paul went and rescued her. He killed one of the brothers but the other got away." 

Howie dropped back from the truck between them and the bus to check which way it was going at the next junction. They seemed to have been driving forever. He had tried to contact Dave but either his mobile was switched off or his battery was flat. They had discussed what to do as they had driven slowly along waiting for the bus to overtake them, which it had done, before they reached the German border. They didn't see Dave and Marianne pass them but the traffic was heavy at times and they could have easily passed, masked by the heavy trucks as they overtook them.

"You've known them a long time?" Taylor asked.

"Before I was married and my wife even longer." Howie said with real affection in his voice. "She went to school in England with Jenny." 

"I didn't realise they were so fucking cool." Laurie said.

Listening to Howie tell of some of the adventures of Paul and Jenny caused her to think back to the previous summer. Kneeling on his hotel bed whilst Paul took her in her anus. She'd had plenty bigger cocks but he did set a good rhythm. 

Then there was the second time when she spent the night in his bed with her sister Michelle. Her sister riding his cock until she had come then positioning her on her hands and knees and, after lubeing it, guiding his cock into her ass. She remembered how Michelle had wormed her way beneath her body presenting her pussy to her mouth whilst licking and sucking on her own clit. She'd loved that. To be fucked up the ass while a woman licked her clit. She had been in heaven. It had been a pity they all had to come and then Michelle wanted Paul to fuck her again. Both Paul and Michelle had both gone down on her in the night and Paul had fucked her pussy in the morning before she left but it hadn't been as good as the first fuck that night.

Paul had been back on a number of occasions but he'd never had her again. She'd made it clear to Michelle that she was more than willing but she got the feeling Michelle wanted him for herself. Well, she had one over on her. She'd fucked Paul's son Dave. All right. Michelle may have had Jenny and Cleo already but there would be time for her to have them as well.

She smiled to herself. How she loved her sister. The number of times they been together whilst making love to men. Then the times they'd fucked each other. Just a show to start with to turn the men on, then meaning more.

She looked across at Taylor and Amanda. They were on her wavelength. They both loved cock but also loved pussy. She was a very lucky girl she thought. And, if the plan she was beginning to hatch in her mind came true, she and they were going to be fucked by two American millionaires before too much longer.

"Are there any more stories about them?" Amanda asked. "I want to meet them the next time they are in the States."

"I was born in the back of a seaplane that Paul was flying away from some smugglers in the Caribbean." Harvey joined in.

"Tell us about it, please." Taylor was almost jumping up and down in her seat.

"Well. Okay." Harvey replied. "This is how it was told to me. Mom and Dad were getting married on Jamaica."

Howie concentrated on the road ahead. He'd been in the story and if his part had been embellished and the parts where he had had the two Jewish girls left out, well, what the hell. It was a good story.

The bus was indicating to turn off at the next service station. He dropped back even further and indicated in turn. The bus was heading straight for the fuel pumps he followed then pulled into the pump furthest away and began filling his own tank. The girls and Harvey all climbed out to stretch their legs then made their way towards the main building. 

"Comfort break." Harvey called back over his shoulder. 

He had linked arms with Laurie and Taylor leaving Amanda to walk alone behind him. She looked back at Howie.

"We'll get some coffee's." She called.

"Black for me." Howie called back.

He watched Amanda's ass cheeks as she hurried to catch up with the others. She had a nice ass. In fact they all did. He smiled, wishing he were his son's age again. He couldn't complain really, he'd had his share of women. His only regret was that he had never had Jenny. He'd almost got his cock inside her ass once when they were on a Caribbean Cruise together shortly after they had first met but Paul had knocked him away. That Paul. They were a perfect match. Something always seemed to be happening around them and now, it seems it was their children's turn.

He replaced the petrol pump and went to the kiosk to pay. One of the men from the bus was standing in the queue in front of him. He was tall and blond. A good looking man, almost pretty. He paid in cash. Then it was Howie's turn. He handed over his credit card and watched the blond-haired man leave and climb back into the bus. Howie signed his chit and hurried outside. He needed the toilet himself. He climbed behind the wheel of the car and drove to the main building. Climbing out, he made his way inside as the others were coming out weighed down with, drinks, burgers, hot dogs and plates of fries from the fast food outlet.

"Here." He said, passing the keys to Harvey. "It's your turn to drive. I'll be back in a minute." 

When Howie returned Harvey was behind the wheel of the car with Taylor in the front passenger seat. A rear door was open to the back. Howie looked inside. Laurie and Amanda were seated at either end of the bench seat with a space, obviously reserved for him, between them. He hesitated.

"I have your coffee." Amanda said from the far side of the car seat.

"Okay." Howie said, ducking his large frame to get into the car and manoeuvring himself over Laurie.

Sitting back in the soft leather seat he accepted a plastic cup of coffee and a burger.

"They are about ten minutes ahead of us." He said to Harvey as he pulled away.

Yes. He definitely wished he were Harvey's age. He could have had some fun in the back with these two.

He watched as Harvey pulled out into the steady stream of traffic that was heading towards southern Germany. He had no worries that they would be left behind by the bus. He was debating whether to tell Harvey to drive full speed to Munich and await the bus there.

He looked at the girls seated on either side of him drinking what looked like coke from plastic cups. He ate his burger trying to put the thought of what they both must look like naked from out of his mind. It wasn't working. He could feel his cock hardening. The more he tried to concentrate on other things the more the sight of two naked girls kept intervening. But what if they were interested? Laurie was scratching the lips of her pussy through her jeans. An innocent, unconscious act he was sure but what if it were a sign to him.

He pulled down the small table top in the back of one of the seats in front and slid out the round drink holder. Finishing his burger he took a drink then placed his cup into the holder.

"Here." Amanda said, passing his some serviettes to wipe his face and hands and holding out a bag for him to drop it into when he had finished.

"Thanks." He said.

He was suddenly tongue-tied. This had seldom happened before. Normally he knew exactly what to say and do with women. Perhaps that was it. His recent conquests had been in the thirty to forty age-range. These were just girls. They were probably still in their teens. He was certainly old enough to be their father. Proof of that was sitting in front driving the car. 

They had both moved closer. Their thighs were touching his.

"When did you first meet Paul and Jenny?" Laurie asked.

"That was in New York shortly after I'd left college." He replied automatically.

If they wanted to hear about their Caribbean Cruise then all the better. Telling about it might take his mind off the hard on growing inside his pants.

Both girls had their heads resting against his shoulders. His prick leapt. They smelt nice. Clean and fresh. And young. Very young. Again the picture of them naked formed in his mind. He squeezed his thighs together in an attempt to relieve the pressure inside his trousers. 

"Are you all right?" Amanda asked, looking down.

"Fine thanks." He stumbled over the words. "About Paul and Jenny. They were going on a cruise of the Caribbean with Carol, who is now my wife and her Aunt and Uncle."

He thought about Carole. A big boned blond. She had been raped and buggered in the farmhouse a few months earlier when they were all driving back from a camping holiday in Northern Ireland and, on a whim, had decided to stop for the night at Carole's Aunt's and Uncle's. His father had him working as an assistant manager in their New York hotel to learn the business after he had finished college. From the moment he'd first seen Carole he'd known he'd wanted her. At first it was just to fuck then it was more. He'd felt things for her he'd never felt for any other woman and yet he still needed others. Just to fuck. He knew that was all. Like these two girls. Girls who had moved his arms around their shoulders. He could feel their ribs through their T-shirts. Neither was wearing a bra.

He moved his fingers. He could feel the first swelling of Amanda's tit. She moved slightly allowing more of her tit to come in contact with his hand.

"I met them and went on the cruise with them."

Suddenly he didn't want to tell a long story.

Amanda's hand had fallen onto his thigh. Taking her lead Laurie's did the same. He could feel his cock lifting.

"Go on." Amanda urged, her fingertips tracing first a circle of then a triangle on his thigh.

Automatically his fingers squeezed the side of her tit. He suddenly pulled his hand away. What about Harvey in the front?

Amanda looked up at him with surprise written all over her face. She saw the look Howie gave the back of Harvey's neck.

"It's all right." She whispered, pulling his hand back onto her tit. "I won't tell him."

"Tell who?" Laurie asked.

"Shush." Amanda hissed. "Harvey."

"Oh." Laurie cottoned on. "Fucking cool." She whispered in return.

The two girls looked at each other then at Howie and without speaking pulled their T-shirts from the waistbands of their jeans. Howie watched with his hands resting on their waists. Next came the buttons and zips on their jeans then they both rested their heads back against his shoulders.

Howie ran his hands up and down their spines beneath their T-shirts then inside their panties to hold an as cheek in each. 

"That's cool." Laurie sighed softly and Amanda moaned gently.

"Mmm. Nice."

Howie felt between their ass cheeks with a fingertip and found both girls anuses. He rubbed each in turn starting with Amanda. Both girls crossed their legs to lift their far ass cheeks off the seat. The movement caused their ass cheeks to open wider giving Howie even better access to their anuses. Access he took full advantage of. He massaged each tight, round hole hearing the moans of pleasure he was extracting from the girls. They were both starting to pant. He looked up and could see Harvey's eyes in the rear view mirror. Taylor had turned in her seat and was watching them.

"Don't you fucking tell your mother." Howie gasped as Laurie's fingers closed around his cock through his trousers.

"If you won't tell Kathy." Harvey replied, his hand reaching out towards Taylor.

"It's a deal, son."

"Who's Kathy?" He heard Taylor ask as he turned his attention back to the two girls.

Amanda's fingers were on his zip and together the two girls pulled his cock free. Both girls lowered their heads to his lap, he felt the head of his cock enter somewhere warm and moist. He reached further down between the girl's ass cheeks and touched the beginnings of their pussies. As if this was the sign they were waiting for both girls sat up trapping his hands for a second, then lifted their ass cheeks from the seat and pulled down and kicked off their jeans and panties.

Howie looked down at their shaven pussies, thankful for the smoked glass fitted to the windows of the car. He could see two slits disappearing between four thighs. Thighs that opened as he reached down between then to massage their fleshy lips.

"Oh, that's fucking cool." Laurie said they cried out loud as he pushed a finger inside her. "Fucking cool."

Laurie leaned back against the door and opened her legs to give Howie full access as Amanda pulled Howie's other hand free and sank to her knees and took his cock into her mouth. 'This girl can sure suck cock.' Howie thought as he worked first one then a second finger into Laurie's pussy. Laurie lifted her hole to meet him, pushing back against him, pulling back, and fucking herself on his fingers.

Amanda lifted her head and looked at the size of Howie's cock.

"As big as Shane's?" Laurie gasped as Howie's fingers moved faster in and out of her.

"At least as big." Amanda confirmed watching her friend as her orgasm approached.

With the fingers of one hand still working Howie's cock she reached with the other for Laurie's clit and lifted it's hood of skin to show the little pink button to Howie before starting to rub it with her fingertips. Laurie came almost immediately.

"Fucking hell." She cried.

Amanda continued to rub as Howie worked his fingers in and out.

"Oh. Fuck. Fuck." Laurie cried out as a second come exploded inside her.

Amanda pulled her fingers away and Howie's hand. Lifting her T-shirt to expose her tits she straddled him and used her fingers to guide his cock to the entrance to her pussy. Placing her hands on Howie's shoulders she slowly lowered herself onto his cock. Howie watched her eye's squeeze tightly closed for a few seconds as if she were in pain then open again as his cock fully entered her. 

"You're big." She gasped, lifting and lowering herself.

Howie reached behind her for her ass cheeks and held one in either hand as he revelled in the warmth and tightness around his cock. He helped lift her up as she moved and guide her down on the return stroke. This was good. It had been a log time since he'd had anyone do tight. She must have an extra hand inside there the way she gripped him as she moved. 

He was panting. He could feel the sweat breaking out on his brow. He could feel another hand between his own as Laurie reached down and rubbed Amanda's anus.

Amanda threw back her head and started to gasp. Howie could feel her pussy tightening around his cock. Tighter, tighter. Then she was there. Her whole body seemed to stiffen then she relaxed with a sigh and a huge smile. She stopped moving. Howie lifted her up and thrust in and out of her with his cock. He felt Laurie's fingers on his balls, holding them as if feeling their weight. He was pulling Amanda down to meet his thrust then lifting her away. She was gasping. He was as well. His balls were tightening. Lifting. His cock was swelling. Amanda was swearing in his ear as she came a second time, then he was there. How his cock jerked inside her tight pussy as it shot load after load into her.

Finally it stopped jerking and they stayed joined together for a few seconds. Howie could feel something wet running down his softening cock and onto his balls that were still being gently held by Laurie.

He helped Amanda to lift herself from his cock and sit by his side. Laurie picked it up and worked his foreskin back and forth. Dropping to her knees she stared to clean it up with licks and sucks. 

"I hope we don't get there too soon." She said, lifting her face to Howie's and flicking at a dribble of come at the corner of her mouth with her tongue. "It's my turn."



The Popular Music Show Pt. 13



 (Copyright 2001. All rights reserved).

Dave drove slowly along the banks of The Mohnesee, joining with the steady stream of holiday makers and day-trippers who were going to make use of the many facilities on offer. 

"You can see the twin towers on the Damm now." Dave pointed ahead as they turned a corner. "We blew that one up in the Second World War. My Dad had just seen the film about it on TV and decided there and then that we had to come out here and see it for ourselves. It would broaden our education. I was fifteen which would have put Nat at about ten or eleven."

"Don't you know how old she is?" Marianne joked.

It had been a long time since she could remember being this comfortable with a man. He'd touched her again whilst they had still been on the autobahn and she had responded and came. She had reached across and tried to free his cock but it had been too difficult to get him out. How she had wanted to do something for him in return. His quick understanding and acceptance had infuriated her at first. Her mood had darkened when she thought of Laurie riding up and down on his cock. It should have been her. It could have been her had she not been so coy about taking him to her bed.

He'd reached across and held her hand for a minute, gently massaging the side of her finger with his thumb. He'd smiled at her and she'd felt weak inside. He had a lovely smile.

"Shall we stop and call the Police?" She asked as they reached the large hotel and restaurant. Cars were pulling into its car park and others were pulling off the road and into the large car park cut into the side of the hill by the side of the damm.

"I don't think my Germans good enough to try to explain everything that has happened." Dave replied, increasing speed as the road ahead suddenly cleared. "We are only a couple of miles away. Let's see if we can find them first. If we know where they are it will be easier. It has occurred to me that there is the possibility that the Police will think that it's a publicity stunt and not take me seriously."

"Never."

"It's been done before."

The main road continued down the side of the Valley as Dave took a turn to the right, marked by a signpost. 

" There is a small hotel in the village." Dave said, pointing it out and slowing down to pull up in its car park. "We ended up staying here for three weeks. I was bored to tears by the end. There was a nice young couple who ran it. We had two rooms. I shared with Dad and Mum with Nat. I remember I was forever having to take Nat for long walks in the woods around here whilst Mum and Dad had a lie down after lunch. I wonder if they still own it?"

"Mum and Dad have been back a couple of times I think and I think Nat once." Dave continued leading the way inside the hotel. "I don't know about you but I could do with a visit to the gents. Then we'll have a coffee and see if they have a map."

"I'm not using the gents." Marianne said, a serious look on her face.

"I didn't mean that you had too. You don't use that." Dave stumbled over the words.

Marianne smiled and kissed his cheek. He did fluster easily.

"I know." She said heading for the door marked Damen. "I was just joking."

"Two minutes." Dave said in German, holding up two fingers to emphasise the point to the girl behind the counter at reception.

The people who had owned this hotel the last time he had come had had a daughter. Heidi. That was her name. Dave thought as he closed the door to the washroom behind him and entered a booth. She would be about that girl's age as well. It had been ten years since he had been here but nothing looked to have changed.

He felt better after that and wondered briefly what Marianne was doing in the ladies. He washed his hands and splashed some water over his face. That felt better as well. He directed the hot air blower first at his face and then at his hands. He suddenly felt really tired. He must have been getting by on adrenaline alone. An hour on stage could certainly take it out of you. Then at best two hours sleep. Then Laurie and now all of this. He shook his head to clear it. It must be tiredness that wasn't making anybody think clearly. Of course they should inform the Police. He should also tell his parents. If something happened to Nat and they didn't know what was going on. But all that could take time. He needed to find them first then the Police could storm in and save the day.

He stepped back into the foyer of the small hotel. A flash went off in front of him. When his eyes cleared he saw Marianne standing at the small counter with Heidi, who was holding a camera, and a middle-aged couple.

"Welcome. Welcome." The man said approaching him and taking both his hands in his own. "It has been too long."

"Farter." Heidi called and Pietra, Dave had finally remembered his name, turned towards her.

"Do you mind if Heidi takes some photos? It is not often we have such a famous man as you visit. How long will you stay?"

"I cannot stay long." Dave replied, automatically smiling into the camera as he had been taught by the record company. The light flashed. "My sister is here and I have to find her."

It suddenly struck him as Marianne took a picture of the whole family with him that he didn't have a clue where to start looking.

* * * * *

Natasha pulled again at the chain and its fastenings. There was no way she could get out of the metal ring around her ankle with its small padlock and the other end of the chain was securely fastened to the wall.

They were in a large hanger-like building in a room, or more correctly a film set, made to look like a Doctors surgery. She looked at Geordie, asleep on what looked like a Doctors examination couch. It even had the rests for gynaecological work. There were a lot of lights suspended from the high ceiling and still more on stands. A camera stood on a tripod in the far corner out of her reach. What use it would have been if she could have reached it she didn't know. She just felt it would have been nice to break it.

She'd thought Frederick had been going to have her in the Buses toilet but the man in the suit had called him away.

He must have been saving her for here. She looked the leg-rests by the examination table. A woman with her legs in those would be showing everything she had to the world. She was suddenly glad Geordie was lying on that table.

She heard voices outside the door. It opened and in stepped the man in the suit, Dieter and another man who had opened the gates for them when they had arrived. He was another big man and from the way he'd looked her up and down wasn't gay.

"Ziggy." The man in the suit said handing the third man a key. "Bring her along."

While Ziggy undid the small padlock and Frederick picked up the camera and tripod the man in the suit checked Geordie's pulse and flipped up one of his eyelids.

"Why don't you let us go?" Nat pleaded for the fiftieth time. "And you're giving him to much of whatever it is you're giving him."

"The concern you show for your friends wellbeing does you credit." The man in the suit said turning from Geordie and leading the way from the room. "Bring her."

Nat's first thought was to resist Ziggy but as if anticipating it he hoisted her into the air and slung her over his shoulder holding her in place with a hand on her ass cheeks.

Nat yelled at this indignity, but Frederick walking behind them placed one finger on her lips hushed her.

"Be quiet now." He urged. "You'll like Ziggy. For a big man he can be surprisingly gentle but then, if he doesn't get what he want's he can be so rough."

Nat heard the whimper escape for her lips as if it were from another person. She fully realised then that they were going to kill her. Kill her and make a film of it. Also she was alone. Even though he had been asleep while she had been in the same room as Geordie she had felt safer somehow. But now she was alone. Three men and her.

She started to struggle as they entered the room two doors down. It was made up to be a barn with straw bails and wooden stalls. Her mother had once told her what three men had done to her friend Linda in a barn. And they had taken pictures as well.


She punched and kicked at Ziggy as he lowered her from his shoulder but for all the effect it had she may as well of punched the wall. 

"Calm down." The man in the suit said.

"You're going to kill me." Nat screamed at him.

"Don't get carried away." His words were soothing as was his tone but there was something in his eyes. "I will not kill you."

"I speak German, very well." Nat spat at him in that language.

"Do you." The man said and considered her for a few moments, perhaps thinking about what she may have overheard. 

"And everyone knows I am here." Nat continued.

"And how would they know that?"

"They just do." Nat realised she had said too much.

If they found the messages she had left then nobody would know where she was.

"You've left some kind of message on the bus, haven't you?" The man took his revolver from his pocket. "What and where?"

"I'm not telling you anything."

"Take her clothes off." He commanded and Frederick and Ziggy came at her from different sides.

She tried to fight but somebody punched her in the stomach, driving all the wind from her body. If they hadn't been holding her she would have collapsed. She struggled to regain her breath, conscious of hands on her body pulling at her clothes but being unable to resist. Finally she was thrown naked to the ground and lay there drawing in huge lung fulls of air. She didn't even bother to hide herself from their view.

She blinked away the tears in her eyes and looked up. Frederick was behind his camera with a huge smile on his face. The man in the suit looked serious while Ziggy, she had seen lust on a man's face before but the look on his sent shivers down her spine.

Ziggy was removing his shirt as the man in the suit moved to one side out of camera shot.

"What are you going to do?" Nat finally found the air to ask.

"Ziggy will fuck you now. It will be painful unless you tell me what message you have left and where."

Nat couldn't take her eyes from Ziggy's body. He had the well-developed torso of a weight trainer. He dropped his jeans to reveal his already hard cock. Nat shuddered. It looked massive. It was far too big for her.

"No. Don't. Please." She cried.

Never before had she felt so alone.

She tried to move but found herself routed to the spot watching as Ziggy's huge cock approached her, swaying slightly from side to side. He was kneeling between her legs a hand between her tits pushing her onto her back. He was looming over her. She could feel his cock at her opening. She tried to close her legs but it was too late. She was open and at his mercy.

A bell sounded from somewhere inside the hanger.

"Who's that?" The man in suit asked frustration in his voice.

Ziggy pushed forward and Nat felt herself stretching wide to take him. He was too big.

"We must answer it. Somebody in the village must know we are here. If we do not it will look suspicious." Frederick said lifting his head from the camera lens.

"Hurry then." The man in the suit said. "Come away Ziggy. You can have her later."

* * * * *

Laurie's pussy gripped Howie's cock as she slid up and down its length. 

"That's fucking cool." She gasped as Amanda's finger rubbed her anus. "Fucking cool."

Howie gripped her ass cheeks and squeezed as wave after wave of pleasure spread throughout his body. These girls were good. Fucking good.

He could feel his balls lifting and he lifted his hips to meet Laurie's movements. She was so tight and yet so wet. He could feel Amanda's fingers rubbing against his balls.

"Oh yeah." He sighed. "That's great."

"Fucking cool." Laurie gasped back. "I'm fucking there."

"Don't stop." Howie panted. 

He could feel himself nearly there. Oh yes. He was there.

Holding Laurie still by her hips he pushed his cock as far inside her as he could as he started to shoot his load. He could feel his cock jerking inside her and feel her pussy twitch in response. 

"That was great." He said pulling her mouth to his own and swirling his tongue around hers.

"Fucking cool." Laurie breathed into his ear as they broke their kiss.

Howie leaned back in the seat and stretched. He hadn't intended coming on this trip to Europe planning to leave it to Harvey but their hotel was to be used the following week for a conference on the environment and the sea attended by delegates from sixteen North European countries. He knew he should leave it to the local team to handle, that's why they got paid what they did, but he just had to be there. The hotelier in him, he supposed. It was a new project for his company. One that could lead to new business as an International conference centre.

Linda had been making noises recently about the amount of travelling he was doing. He didn't need to. He could step back. Harvey was a Vice-president and on the board. He was a wealthy man without selling his steak in the company. But what would he do? Play golf seven days a week? No. He needed the drive of new projects. As he needed new women.

"When are you going back to the States?" He asked the air between the Amanda and Laurie's heads as they rested against his chest.

"We have another eight days." Amanda replied sleepily.

"We're flying back in a week." Howie started. "I'm sure we could find some rooms for you until then and give you a lift."

"You mean you have your own plane?" Laurie asked, lifting her head and shaking the sleep from her eyes. "Fucking cool."

"Yeah." Howie said as Laurie's head settled back against his chest. "We only came out to surprise Paul and Jenny if they turned up for the concert and to be here for the conference."

"What conference?" Laurie asked dreamily.

"An International conference. We will have delegates from sixteen European countries and their aides staying for four days."

"Sixteen countries." Howie could sense there was a smile on Laurie's face. "Eat your heart out Monica."



The Popular Music Show Pt. 14



 (Copyright 2001. All rights reserved).

All events and characters are fictitious.

* * * * *

Dave and Marianne lay like spoons in the rear of Pietra's van underneath an old blanket. They heard him talking to somebody in German and the sounds of the gates opening. Marianne moved slightly pushing her ass cheeks back against his cock. Dave was sure it was an innocent gesture but it felt nice. In fact, all of her felt nice. She smelt great as well, even if she was a little travel stained and sweaty.

He'd tried to get her to remain behind when they had worked out this plan for getting inside the gates to Dieter's house and grounds but she wouldn't have any of it. It was as if having found him she didn't want to let him out of her sight.

Pietra had told them that at most weekends there were at least five or six men and two or more women staying in the house and that lights could be seen on in the large hanger, left over from the days when this was part of a military establishment, at all hours. Although, as Pietra had also pointed out, they had eaten many times in his restaurant. He also had an arrangement to keep the cellar well stocked with beer, spirits and soft drinks. He admitted that this wasn't his normal day for re-stocking but he could always say that somebody had seen them come back and he thought he'd check.

Both front doors to the van were opened and Pietra and another man whom David assumed was either Dieter or Ziggy, a sort of house keeper come security guard climbed in.

Neither man spoke as they drove up the narrow track through the trees to the main house.

The van stopped and they both climbed out and closed the doors behind them. Dave and Marianne lifted their heads from beneath the blanket and looked out through the front windscreen. They could see the head of Pietra disappearing down a flight of steps into the cellar of the large house in front of them.

"Quickly." Dave said, throwing back the blanket and automatically looking down to where Marianne's ass cheeks touched his crotch.

He looked up to see Marianne smiling at him.

"You're right." She agreed. "We haven't much time."

Quietly they opened the rear door of the van and climbed out, closing it as quietly as they could behind them. A pile of cut logs lay stacked in a frame a short distance away by the side of a wooden shed. Taking Marianne's hand Dave led the way to it and they took cover behind it.

A minute passed in silence then Pietra and a man appeared up the step and together they opened the van and carried the cases of beer and a cardboard box containing other bottles back down the stairs. They made two journeys carrying two beer crates full of empty bottles when they returned from the second.

Pietra took a notebook from his pocket and showed a page in it to the man. The man looked angry then frustrated but took his wallet from his pocket and handed over what to Dave, looked like two one hundred mark notes.

Pietra fished in his pocket as if to give change but the man almost pushed him back into the van and spoke in a harsh tone. They both drove back to the gate, which they could hear opening and closing. Then silence descended. They couldn't even hear a bird singing.

Dave looked at Marianne and she smiled at him. He realised they were still holding hands, he didn't want to stop. 

"What do we do now?" Marianne asked, keeping her voice low.

It sounded great.

"Wait and see if he comes back." Dave wondered again if it might not have been more sensible after all to have called the police. "If we go back down that lane we might meet him coming back."

They crouched together, hand in hand as the bird songs started and they could hear the drone and buzzing of insects.

Suddenly, without warning, they heard a shot. A few seconds later it was followed by a second and a scream from a woman.

* * * * *

Natasha sat up as Dieter left and drew her knees up to her breasts. She shivered. She had never known fear such as this. Deep inside she wished Ziggy had taken her. At least it would have been over by now. If it was going to happen then get it over with. They were going to kill her. Then they could get that over with as well.

They wanted to film her being raped with all her fear showing. Well she wasn't going to give them that satisfaction. When he had her Ziggy was going to fuck a rag doll. She steeled herself to show no emotion. They would hurt her. She knew that. She wouldn't show her pain. She came from a family of fighters and if her only weapon were her passiveness then that was the weapon she would use.

Her only weapon? She looked around. The man in the suit and Ziggy were standing at a table the far side of the camera.

The film set she was in was made up to be a stall in a barn. There was a length of rope on a hook at the entrance and an old oil lantern hanging on a hook on the opposite side. The door stood open and she could see the key in the outside lock. What if she?

Almost without thinking and before any plan had formed in her mind she moved. Four paces and she was at the entrance to the stall. Both men turned towards her. As she passed she unhooked the lantern and threw it at them.

It wasn't just a prop as there was oil in it. Ziggy parried the lamp with his arm, knocking it to the floor; the floor with it's covering of straw. Natasha saw the oil spill from the lamp as bounced on the ground. She pushed one of the heavy lights on its stand into the path of the two men as they made towards her. There was a hiss and a popping sound as the hot light bulbs exploded as they hit the ground. A sheet of flame shot into the air with a whoosh. The two men stepped back momentarily and she was through the door, closing and locking it behind her. She pulled out the key and threw it as far down the corridor as she could. 

Her heart beating like a trip hammer she rushed to the set where Geordie lay on the examination table. 

"Come on Geordie." She shouted in his ear. "Get up. Quickly."

She could smell burning. She could hear the two men shouting and momentarily she considered helping them but no. She must get Geordie out.

"What's wrong?" Geordie asked in a quivering voice.

"Come on." Nat urged, throwing his arm around her shoulders and helping him first to sit then stand.

She thought for a moment that his legs were going to give way but he steadied himself and they made their way into the corridor outside the surgery set. 

"Come on. Quickly." She urged again. 

She could hear banging on the door to the stable studio. A shot rang out and she turned her head to see Ziggy and the man in the suit burst out into the corridor. The man held a smoking revolver in his hand, a revolver he lifted and pointed at them. There was a look of pure hatred on his face. She thought he was going to call to them to stop but instead he fired. She felt Geordie stagger by her side, felt his blood splatter her face and tits. Somebody screamed. She realised it was her.


The undulating siren of a Police car could be heard approaching as Geordie sank to the ground by her side. She dropped to her knees beside him. There was blood all over his face and neck. But he was smiling at her.

"Run," he said, then closed his eyes.

She wanted to stay and cry but leapt to her feet instead. She had almost reached the door when Ziggy caught her around the waist and threw her over his shoulder. The two men made their way to the silver grey Opel they had driven up in and Nat found herself being pushed into the back with a naked Ziggy holding her wrists as the Man in the suit climbed behind the steering wheel. 

Nat looked to the gates that she could see had been knocked open by a white delivery van by the side of which stood a man who looked familiar. A Police car was parked on the road outside with its lights flashing and she could see two policemen chasing Dieter into the trees. A movement caught her eye and she turned her head to catch sight of a man and a woman running towards them. She just had time to register Dave and what looked like Marianne when the car shot forward. The Opel hit then scraped along the side of the van as it forced its way through the gates, clipping the front wing on the police car as it slewed sideways onto the road and sped off through the village.

* * * * *

Dave and Marianne stood in silence for a few seconds watching the car burst through the gateway.

"We must go after them." Marianne said, panting slightly.

Dave led the way hurriedly to the van and climbed into the driver's seat, the keys were in the ignition. 

"See if you can find Geordie." Dave called to Pietra, engaging reverse and pulling back out onto the road then changing into drive and slamming his foot down hard on the accelerator.

It took them nearly two minutes to get back to the hotel. Dave pulled into the car park.

"We won't catch them in this," he said, "we'll have to use my father's car."

He ran to the driver's door feeling in the pocket of his jeans for the keys. One press of the button and all the doors were unlocked. Five seconds later and the car engine had burst into life and they pulling out onto the road. Dave placed the drive selector into third to keep maximum power to the wheels and headed back towards the Dam. He pressed one of the buttons on the dash and the top folded back and out of sight behind the rear seats. He glanced at Marianne. She was looking at his face, smiling, with a light in her eyes. He smiled back and reached across for her hand touching her thigh instead. Her legs opened and she held his hand in place for a few seconds before he needed it again on the steering wheel.

They reached the junction with the main valley road.

"Which way?" Dave asked looking at the line of stationery traffic heading towards the Dam on the far side of the road.

"He sounded Dutch." Marianne replied.

"Holland it is then."

Dave released the breaks and gunned the accelerator. The car shot forward into the path of the stream of oncoming traffic. Breaks squealed and there were few judders and thuds, the tinkling of glass then the traffic moved to give them room. With four-way flashers on and one hand on the horn Dave accelerated. He could see a police car ahead. Two policemen were directing traffic around the scene of an accident. Dave could see the silver Opel, second in line in the queue. He could imagine their frustration to be stuck like that and having to decide whether to risk jumping the police signals and drawing attention to themselves or sitting quietly in line. One policeman had stopped the traffic coming in the opposite direction and was waving on the lane on their side. The Opel driver must have seen them and sensed they were after him for he pulled out and knocked the front wing of the car in front out of his way. The policeman waved to him to stop but he ignored him and drove on.

Dave was moving much the faster; he braked hard but still ran into the back of the Opel. For a few seconds the two cars drove locked together then the Opel pulled away.

Dave looked quickly at Marianne. She was rubbing her breast where the seat belt had cut into her but her eyes still held their fire.

"Go get them." She urged breathlessly.

For a moment Dave thought she was near to coming.

The engine had cut out. Dave turned the key in the ignition and pushed down on the accelerator once more. The engine was making a strange sound but they were gaining on the Opel. Closer still with each second. They were approaching the Dam. People were crossing the road ahead from the Dam to the hotel and Café. A car was pulling out onto the road from the car park at the foot of the steps that lead up to the top Dam top. The Opel braked and for the second time the BMW ploughed into its back.

Dave could clearly see Natasha's face staring at him through the Opel's rear window as both cars, locked together, spun down the slope into the car park. The rear of the BMW struck the first parked car and being spun around in the opposite direction, separated from the Opel. Dave fought the wheel as the car spun, struck two more cars and came to a halt with a sigh.

Dave stood up on his seat and looked for the Opel. At first he couldn't see it then a crowd of people seemed to part and he could see it it's nose stuck in the side of a caravan selling snacks. A man in a suit was waving a gun at the crowd and was pulling Natasha from the rear of the car. Dave could see she was naked. A second man was following Nat from the back seat. A big man, also naked.

The crowd backed away leaving a clear path up the steps to the Dam top and lake.

The man in the suit was dragging Natasha up the steps. The second man was limping after them. 

"Come on." Marianne said climbing stiffly from the car. "We must follow them."

Dave climbed over the windscreen and onto the bonnet then to the ground. They could both hear police sirens approaching by the time they reach the stairs. The man in the suit and Natasha were three parts of the way up. The second man was lagging behind limping badly.

Dave and Marianne started up the stairs. A girl called out "It's Art." Some other girls were screaming.

They were rapidly overtaking the naked man. He stopped at the next break in the steps and turned to face them. Dave thought quickly. Should they dodge him, but that would leave him free behind them, or should he tackle him. More girls were calling out his name. The man in front looked around as if uncertain what was going on.

Then they were on him. Marianne pointed at his cock and laughed out loud. The man lunged for her and Dave punched him on the side of the jaw. 

Dave held his knuckles as the man stumbled to his knees. Dave could see one of the man's ankles was badly swollen and without giving it a second thought kicked it. The man yelled in pain and rolled onto his back grasping at his foot. 

Two police cars were pulling up at the foot of the steps. With a final glance in their direction Dave and Marianne continued up.

People at the top were excitedly pointing in the direction of one of the boats that took tourists around the lake on an hour's cruise. It was beginning to pull away even before the ramp that allowed passengers to board over the stern and onto the small, low lying open deck. Both Dave and Marianne pushed through the turnstiles and sprinted up the ramp to jump the last three feet onto the boat. 

The boat was half-full. The passengers that remained were seated in the rear of the two enclosed cabins. Dave led the way up the stair to the upper lounge. The boat hadn't changed much in the ten years since he had last been on board. A small galley downstairs and a bar upstairs. The main wheel house at the front with a small bridge at the rear to control docking from. 

Two barmen and a waitress were crouching behind the bar in mid cabin. A group of passengers were seated at some tables. They all looked shocked; the girl behind the bar especially looked frightened.

Dave could see the backs of four heads in the cabin in front. He recognised Natasha's long, light brown hair.

* * * * *

Natasha's arm ached from being forced and held behind her back.

The man in the suit and the Captain were arguing about crossing the recognised traffic lanes on the lake. The man in the suit wanted to go to the far side of the lake as quickly as possible, the Captain argued that to do so would mean cutting through the yachts and wind-surfers before them. At first the revolver was pressed to Natasha's head but as the Captain didn't know her even she could tell it wasn't going to have much effect. Then it was pointed at the Captain's head but he was a brave man, then at his balls and he ordered a change of course. They all stumbled slightly as the boat turned suddenly. Natasha looked through the window into the lounge behind them and saw Dave's face smiling back at her through the glass.

She could see other people moving behind him. She hoped nobody would do anything silly.

"You know now that you will not get away." Natasha said trying to sound as relaxed and matter-of-fact as she could with one hand forced up between her shoulder blades and two men casting glances at her naked body. Twenty-four hours earlier only three men had seen her naked now there must be upwards of a thousand.

What would her parents say? She knew her father wouldn't be pleased about the car. She just hoped she was around to hear it whatever it was.

Dave was there at least. Her big brother looking out for her again. She still wasn't sure whether she liked that Marianne.

"When we get to the far side of the lake we will get away." The man was saying, more to convince himself Nat thought.

"The police know you're here." Nat said.

Sow some seeds of doubt in his mind. That's what she had to do.

"They will have helicopters and cars out looking for you." She continued. "It would be best if you stopped this now."

"I have you." He placed the barrel of his revolver against her nose. "They will not do anything while that is so. Your brother will give me money, a lot of money, to get you back."

"He might. But we don't see each other very often. We don't get on that well."

"You're lying."

Nat could see a sudden look in the Captain's eye. The man in the suit caught it as well and spun her around towards the opening door. The man pointed his revolver as Dave burst in, instinctively Nat struck back and up with her elbow striking something soft. Her arm was released as the man cried out and as she fell forward she kicked out backwards. She connected with something then she was caught up between everybody fighting for possession of the revolver. It went off. Then a second time. Then there was a click that seemed to be the loudest noise of all.

She could see the other passengers gathering in the lounge as Dave and the Captain pinned the man in the suit against the rear wall of the cabin. The Captain spoke to the wheelman and the boat began a long gentle turn that would bring them back to the jetty.

Nat was conscious that people were looking at her. 

"Are you all right?" Dave asked.

"I need something to wear." Nat replied.

"I'm sure this gentleman won't mind lending you his coat." Dave said helping him from it as Marianne brought in a length of rope.

Nat gratefully put her arms through the sleeves of the jacket and pulled it around her body. A hard object against her skin had her reaching into one of the side pockets. She brought out a mobile phone. Her mobile phone. She switched it on.

"I have a text message." She said, pressing some buttons. "It's from Mum. She hopes I enjoyed the concert and trusts I'm taking good care of Dad's car."

* * * * *

It was after mid-night before they returned with Pietra from giving statements at the police station.

Pietra's wife, Marta, and Heidi, his daughter, had a supper of cold meats, cheeses and sweet, white German wine waiting for them.

At first they all talked at once eager to re-tell their tales then one by one they fell quiet as reaction and tiredness set in.

"We have rooms for you tonight and the police at the bottom of the hill and your own security men will keep sightseers and fans away. Well except for one." He smiled at his daughter who held copies of all the Artwork CD's that had been released so far, as if expecting them to receive a blessing.

"You have them all, I see." Dave said taking the CD's and her offered pen and signing his name inside them then passing them to Marianne to sign. "This will make them unique. No other CD's will have both our signatures."

"Ever?" Marianne asked, looking up from her signing.

"Not like this." Dave confirmed.

"A policeman handed these in for you." Heidi said nervously.

She handed over a small pile of CD's that Natasha recognised from the ones in her father's car. On top was the demo tape for the currant release. 




The Popular Music Show Pt. 14



"Now that would be unique." She said taking the CD's from Heidi and handing the demo to Dave.

"There are tracks on this not on the finally released version." Dave remarked turning the CD over and over in his hands.

"Just sign it and let Heidi have it." Natasha urged.

"There aren't many of these around." Dave said hesitantly.

"Stop teasing." Marianne told him, reaching out and squeezing his hand.

Nat wasn't so sure about that.

"Oh well." Dave said opening the cover. "If you're sure you want it."

"Please." Heidi almost screamed.

Marianne signed it in turn then passed it back to Natasha with the pen.

"This will make it doubly unique." She said.

Nat suddenly felt herself warming to her. She signed the insert and handed the CD to Heidi.

"Don't play it now." Marta called after her retreating back then looking at her husband. "Pietra. The guests."

Pietra gave a sigh and shrugged his shoulders.

"I think it is time for bed." He said.

He led the way into the main entrance. They could hear the sound of music coming from behind the door behind the reception counter.

Dave smiled, blinked and almost fell asleep standing up. He followed the three women and Pietra up the two flights of stairs to the first floor his eyes on Marianne's ass cheeks. Marta opened the second door they came to.

"For you." She said, ushering the two girls inside.

"This is yours." Pietra said stopping at a door further down on the opposite side of the corridor.

Dave smiled weakly at Marianne then followed meekly.

Once inside and finally free of Pietra he threw off his clothes and sat naked on the side of the bed contemplating using the shower.

Dawn had broken when he next opened his eyes. He shivered. Looking at his watch he saw that it was after six in the morning. He stood up and made his way to the bathroom. He thought for a moment that he could hear one of his songs being played as his sat on the toilet seat. He shook his head. He must be imagining it.

When he'd finished he wiped and flushed and ran some water into the sink. There was a small bar of soap in a dish and he used it to work up lather and wash his hands and face. He again thought of the shower. It would wake him up but did he really want to be that awake?

Drying his face and hands he stumbled back to bed this time climbing beneath the covers. That felt good. A car would be picking them up later that morning to take them to Munich. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine what Marianne looked like naked.

He remembered back. Can it have been little more than twenty-four hours? Laurie was riding his cock as he felt her tits. A dream, he'd thought at first, then the realisation that it was for real and the look on Marianne's face as he came in Laurie's pussy.

He shifted in his bed. He could feel something soft against his ass cheeks that tickled slightly and two hard objects pressing against his shoulderblades. A small soft hand was lying on his hip. It began to move, slowly across his stomach. He felt his skin tingle and his abdominal muscles involuntarily tighten as the tip of her fingers passed over them.

Her? It was female he was sure. But whom? He knew whom he hoped it would be but the experience with Laurie made him distrust his own senses. 

A fingertip was exploring his navel. Then it moved down through the line of short hairs that led to his pubic mound. They hadn't travelled more than an inch when they reached the head of his cock that was straining up to greet them. The fingers stopped as they came into contact with it and he held his breath. Two lips were sucking on his ear lobe. He turned onto his back breathing heavily and, placing a hand behind the back of Marianne's head pulled her lips down onto his own. As they parted to allow his tongue access her fingers closed around his cock and stroked his foreskin. As his tongue fenced with hers her fingers cupped his balls and gently lifted them as if judging the weight of their contents then released them to return to stroking his cock. 

Marianne lifted her lips from his and looked down into his eyes. She could see the pupils were wide and stared into them as if searching for something. She seemed satisfied that whatever she was looking for was there for she smiled.

"Good morning." She said softly.

"Hallo." Dave replied lifting the bed covers to look down on Marianne's hand working his cock.

Marianne looked down back into Dave's eyes then moved down the bed pushing aside the bed covers until she could lay her head onto his lower stomach and kiss the top of his cock. Dave immediately lifted his hips pushing his cock towards her mouth. He felt her lips resist for a moment then open and the head of his cock was engulfed in warmth and wetness.

Forming an 'O' with her lips around the head of Dave's cock Marianne stroked the length with her hand whilst at the same time moving her mouth. Dave moaned. A deep, satisfying moan. Marianne quickened her movements. Dave's hips lifted and fell as if he were fucking her. Moving faster as her hand increased the speed of her stroking. She felt it growing larger inside her mouth. Heard him gasping as if he were short of breath. One hand was on the back of her head whist the other was reaching beneath her for her tits. She lifted slightly and his fingers closed around one, squeezing her soft flesh then rubbing her nipple. It was her turn to gasp. 

The pressure on the back of her head was increasing and she allowed him to push more of his cock in her mouth. His hips were moving quickly now and she no longer had room on his shaft to work his foreskin back and forth. All she could do was try and tighten the circle of her lips around his cock as it moved in and out of her mouth. 

He was gasping again and his fingers were tightening around her tit. He cried out as the first load of his come hit the back of her throat and she gasped for breath then swallowed. Again and again his cock jerked. Each jerk accompanied by its load of sperm. She swallowed again and again. Then everything relaxed. He was running his fingers gently through her hair and his other hand was massaging her tit with her nipple against its palm.

Lifting her head she allowed his shrinking cock to drop from her lips. She looked down at it. How it glistened in it's coating of saliva. She kissed it once then moved back up the bed to lie with her head against Dave's shoulder.

"Have I said good-morning yet?" Marianne asked, her body shivering as Dave ran the fingers of one hand down her spin until it reach the crack between her ass cheeks.

"Hmm." Dave murmured in reply his fingers spreading her ass cheeks and allowing one to rest against her anus.

Marianne purred as his finger ran around exploring the tight folds of skin. She lifted her head and kissed the line of his jaw as his finger pushed against her tight little hole. She felt the pressure increase. Felt her anus opening.

"Ow." She said suddenly clenching tight her ass cheeks.

"Sorry." Dave said hurriedly removing his hand.

"I'm sorry." Marianne said lifting her head to look down on his face. "It's too dry."

She studied him carefully for a few seconds.

"We could do something about that." She continued.

"We'll need something wet and slippery."

"I have something wet and slippery."

Marianne turned onto her back forcing Dave to turn onto his side to prevent himself falling out of bed. 

Dave looked down on Marianne's round face then further down to her round, firm tits with their erect nipples. Nipples that looked to be in need of a kiss.

Licking his lips he moved down the bed and took the nearest nipple between his lips and swirled his tongue slowly around it. He felt Marianne shift on the bed as if she were in an uncomfortable position then arch her back. He lifted his head and the nipple followed his lips. Marianne was making soft noises at the rear of her throat. He lowered his mouth and sucked again. Marianne gave what sounded like a sob. Dave moved across to her other tit and suckled on its nipple for a few seconds. Satisfied with the erectness of that nipple he returned to the first and slowly and gently suckled again. Marianne groaned and opened her legs. Ignoring the invitation Dave continued to suck and lick her nipples. Very slowly, very gently.

"You're so gentle." Marianne whispered lifting her hips from the bed and describing little circles in the air.

Dave kissed her on the mouth. Lips to lips, not using his tongue. Marianne ran her fingers threw his hair and across his shoulders and again lifted her hips from the bed.

Dave moved one of his legs and looked down into her eyes again as he felt her rub her moist, warm slit against his thigh. 

He kissed her again.

She squeezed his thigh between her own.

"Don't tease." She said, her eyes closed.

Dave pulled his thigh with difficulty from between hers and moved down the bed and her body. Kneeling at the foot of the bed he gazed for a second at her open, moist pink slit before placing his lips against it.

Marianne's body tensed at the first touch of his lips against her pussy. He helped her to bend her knees and place the soles of her feet on his shoulders. Her pussy lips opened wider and her could see the tight ring of her anus. The surrounds looked so pink and fresh and there was a darker area of brown in the centre. Lowering his mouth he touched it with his tongue. Marianne cried out. He lifted his head and watched her ring tighten then slowly relax. He touched it with his tongue again. This time letting its tip examine and explore each tiny fold of tight skin. Marianne was moaning, running her fingers through his hair.

Dave worked up some saliva and coated her anus in it. Then he licked at the soft skin the separated her two holes and sucked in turn upon her pussy lips. Marianne thumped the bed beside her thigh as Dave pushed he tongue between her pussy lips and a finger into her anus. He moved his tongue inside her as his finger pushed further and further inside her. 

"Oh. Fucking hell." She cried. "That's so good."

With his finger moving in and out of her anus Dave turned the attentions of his tongue to her clit. Pulling back the hood that protected it as he slipped a finger into her pussy he sucked on it as he would a small cock.

Marianne reached down and pulled her own as cheeks wide as Dave pummelled her holes with his fingers at the same time flicking her clit from side to side. 

Marianne lifted herself from the bed with her feet pressing down on Dave's shoulders as she came. Her body tensed as a glow spread out from her clit. If she expected to rest she was mistaken as Dave continued moving his finger in and out of her and licking and sucking on her clit.

"Oh fucking hell." She cried again as another orgasm ripped through her. 

This time she could relax. Dave had pulled his fingers from her holes and was moving on the bed. Marianne opened her eyes and saw him looming above her and felt the head of her cock against her pussy. Reaching down between their bodies with her hands she held her pussy lips open with the fingers of one hand and guided him inside her with the other placing her feet flat of the bed and lifting her hips to meet his first thrusts.

Her breathing was coming in time with his thrusts at first then he quickened and she could feel herself building inside again. He was moving in and out of her with long, hard fast strokes. She came and thought she must have passed out but he was still moving in and out of her. Faster still. She was coming again as she felt him push up hard inside her as his balls emptied into her body.

They both lay still joined together for what seemed like an age before, with a kiss to her forehead, Dave pulled his shrunken cock from her. Her pussy lips seemed reluctant to let it go and stretched out after it as it was pulled away.

Marianne climbed from the bed and looked down at Dave's face with its huge grin.

"Someone's looking pleased with themselves." She observed sitting on the edge of the bed. 

"I enjoyed it."

"So did I." She stared at the wall. "What happens next?"

Dave reached up and felt one of her tits.

"What do you want to happen?" Dave turned the question on her.

"What do you want to happen?" The question re-bounded.

Dave moved his hand to her other tit and felt it.

"I have to go to Munich. Then Milan, then America then Japan."

"I know I'm going too."

"Are you still part of FoxArt?"

"Is there still an Artwork?" "Artwork will be fine. We've got Jem Green joining us for the American and Japan tours."

"I like Jem." Marianne leaned across Dave's chest and pulled out one of his hairs. "He played on some of our tracks. I've my contract to see out and anyway I think things will be different from now on. They are going to be different. Aren't they?"

"I hope so. Geordie is likely to have to spend a month or more back in the clinic. He was very lucky that bullet only took part of his ear off."

"What will you do for a keyboard player until you get to America?" 

"I was thinking about that earlier. The answer lies in your bedroom."

"You mean Nat?" Marianne kissed his nose and opened her legs as his hand moved from her tit to her thigh. "She's never played in a group before, has she?"

"She grew up playing with us. She can do it. She doesn't know she can but I'll her she has to because I saved her life."

"You wouldn't." Marianne sighed as Dave's finger rubbed up and down her slit.

"We will all have to come back to Germany in the New Year for all the trials. They have a lot to answer for between them. What with murder, smuggling diamonds, kidnapping. They could go away for the rest of there lives."

"I hope they do. Nat told me a little about what they were going to do to her this morning."

"Does Nat know you're here?"

"It was her idea to have Heidi let me in. She's very grateful for the CD. Hmm."

"I'm glad that Howie phoned the police in the end. It was a pity their car broke down and they have all gone back to Amsterdam."

"At least they took those American girls with them."

Marianne sighed as Dave pushed his finger inside her.

"That's nice." She continued, twisting around so she could reach Dave's cock.

She lifted it up and stroked it. It jerked to full hardness in her hand.

With her other hand she pulled Dave's finger from her hole and straddled his hips on the bed. Holding his cock upright she lowered her pussy onto it. With her hands on Dave's chest she slid up and down its length her pussy making slurping sounds.

"Sorry." She apologised.

"Don't be." Dave said, reaching up and holding her tits. "It's great."

Marianne sat back slightly to take as much cock as she could and smiled.

"It is nice." She agreed closing her eyes.

There was a knock at the door. Marianne didn't miss a stroke as Dave called out. 

"Hallo."

"It's me. Nat. The car's arrived to take us to Munich. Is Marianne there."

"Are you there?" Dave asked quietly.

"Nearly." She breathed her reply.

"Nearly." Dave called out.

"Oh," said Natasha. "OH."