Chapter 1: The Bar Show
"Man, this place is s dump," Ryan muttered, tuning his guitar as he surveyed the small, grimy bar. The stage was barely big enough for The Erections, and the crowd was a crew of locals who seemed more interested in getting drunk than listening to music. But I wasn't deterred. I never was.
"At least the women are hot," Jake chimed in, flashing a grin at a group of girls giggling by the bar. He was right. Among the sea of denim and leather, there were some real gems. Like the one with the red hair and fuck-me heels, or the dark-skinned beauty with the piercing gaze. They were here for us, and I planned to give them a show they'd never forget.
Victoria, our bassist, sauntered over wearing a tight leather skirt, her tits nearly spilling out of her top. She was a fucking wet dream, and she knew it. "Ready to get this party started, boys?" she purred, running a hand up my thigh.
"Always, Vic. But you know the rules," I pointed to the neon "The Erections" sign above the stage. "Can't be going out there all flaccid, now can we?"
I winked at Victoria, grabbing her wrist and pulling her hand to my crotch. Her smile widened as she felt my bulge. "Oh, I wouldn't dream of letting you boys go out there soft," she breathed, her voice laced with promise. She gave my cock a quick squeeze through my jeans, making me groan. "I'll make sure you're all... *primed* for the show."
I could see the excitement in her eyes as she knelt down on the floor in front of me and began to unzip my leather pants. My big flaccid cock flopped out, landing on her face with a slap. Victoria giggled, and I ran my fingers through her hair as she took me in her mouth. She sucked me slow and deep, her lips making wet popping sounds as she pulled away, leaving a trail of saliva.
I watched her head bob up and down, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked me off. Her hand cupped my balls, gently massaging them. I could feel my cock starting to harden in her mouth, growing thick and long.
Ryan and Jake just sat in the corner as usual, jerking themselves off as they watched Victoria work her magic.She had offered to service them as well but, for some reason, they've always just preferred to let me have Victoria to myself while they watch.
To each their own, I guess... that's just the dynamic we've got going.
As I felt my cock start to throb in Victoria's mouth, I gripped her hair tighter, gently guiding her head up and down in a rhythm that made my toes curl. I looked down at her, watching as her eyelids fluttered closed, her cheeks hollowing out with each suck. I knew she wasn't going to let me cum, but damn if I didn't want to just shoot my load down her throat right then and there.
But no, we had a show to put on. I pulled her off my cock with a loud pop, my dick glistening with her saliva. She looked up at me, her lips swollen and her eyes wild.
"Fuck, Vic," I groaned, my rock hard cock now throbbing in her hands, "I'm gonna cum if you keep that up."
She giggled, a sound like bells ringing, and licked her lips, leaving a glistening sheen of saliva behind. "Well we can't have that, now can we? We need you good and hard for the show!" Victoria said, giving my cock one last firm squeeze, causing a bead of pre-cum to drip from the tip. She scooped it up with her finger and sucked it clean, her eyes never leaving mine. "Now let's give them a show they won't forget."
I grinned, helping Victoria to her feet. She adjusted her skirt, making sure to give me and the guys a good view of her lace-covered ass before strutting off to the stage. The three of us
watched her go, our cocks still hard from her little show.
"Damn, Vic's a fucking tease," Jake chuckled, tucking himself back into his jeans. "But, fuck, does she know how to get us going."
Ryan nodded, zipping up his fly. "She's something else. Now let's get out there and give 'em what they came for."
I took position at the center of the stage, grabbing the mic stand with both hands. The lights flickered on, casting a red glow over us, making the bulges in our pants stand out even more. I looked out at the sea of faces, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. And lust.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen," I purred into the mic, my voice low and sultry. "We are The Erections, and we're here to get you hard!"
A cheer went up from the crowd as Jake counted us in, "Two, three, four!" , and we launched into our first song "Harder, Faster" , the bass and drums throbbing like a well-oiled machine. Victoria's fingers danced on her bass strings, her hips swaying in time to the music, while Ryan's guitar licks soared and wailed, a perfect complement to my husky vocals.
As I sang, I prowled the stage, my eyes scanning the crowd. There was a group of girls in the front row, their faces flushed, their bodies pressed together. One of them, the redhead in the fuck-me heels, caught my eye and held my gaze, her lips parted slightly, her breathing visibly faster.
I sang directly to her, letting my voice drop lower, sexier. Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, and she bit her lip, her eyes never leaving mine. I could practically feel the heat of her gaze, like a physical touch, and I knew she was getting wet for me.
"I want it harder, faster,
I want it all night long,
I want you to fuck me, baby,
Until I can't stand up and sing this song."
The crowd was eating it up, screaming and dancing along to the beat. I could see couples grinding against each other, hands exploring one another's bodies. The air was thick with lust and the smell of sweat. It was a fucking symphony, and we were the maestros.
As we played the next few songs, I watched the crowd get more and more worked up. Girls were dancing with each other, grinding against one another, hands roaming across bodies.
I could see the redhead from the front row with her hands under her friend’s skirt, fingers disappearing between her thighs. The girl moaned, biting her lip as she looked up at me, her eyes glazed with lust. I winked at them, my voice dropping even lower as I sang the next verse.
*"I want you to ride me, baby, ride me like you mean it,*
*I want to feel you shake when you come on my cock—"*
The crowd roared, and I could see Victoria smirking at me from behind her bass, her fingers working the strings with practiced ease. She knew what I was doing—knew how to push the crowd into a frenzy. And she loved it.