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STEVE
He was so good looking that it was all I could do to sit in my seat. Pete Burns put on his usual fantastic show that night at the Batcave, but I wanted to see Steve. It seemed such a shame to waste those broad shoulders, chiseled features, and manly physique behind that drum kit, even if he was creating musical magic. Steve was awesome. Thoughts about him had taught me how to get the most out of my vibrator.
One old queen with Phyllis Diller hair had the same thoughts I did, only he/she was less shy about showing it.
"Come on, Burnsey, get your twat out of the way!! I want to see your man as much as I want to listen to you!"
Pete stuck his tongue out through his violet lips and Steve, still playing the drums, rose slightly off his stool so that his broad shoulders came into better view. The queen cheered til her Adam's apple bulged, and so did I. Steve's black tank top showed off the full power of his shoulders.
I squeezed the black magic marker that I'd brought along in the hopes that Steve would later use it to sign something for me. I had a photo in my purse, but had crazy visions of him signing my cleavage instead.
I wondered what he would say if I was lucky enough to get close to him later and make that very request. Would he honor it by applying the cool felt tip to my sweaty boobs? Or would he dismiss me as one of a legion of oversexed groupies? Please God, I prayed, let Steve consider 'oversexed' a virtue.
When Steve sang the intro to "Rebel Rebel", I joined the crowd in screaming the house down. Steve's voice was low-key but melodic. I edged closer to the stage, fighting my way through until my tits were pressed against the edge. Was it my imagination, or did Steve look at me just then? Oh God!! He WAS looking at me!! While I trembled with excitement his eyes surveyed my face and then followed the trickles of sweat down my neck to my tits, where his stare remained for ages. Finally he looked back at my face and smiled.
I remained there with perma-grin for the rest of the DOA set. After the group left the stage I stayed put, knowing that I'd probably be trampled in the general rush for cold beer at the bar. No sooner did I deem it safe to turn and leave the performance area when footsteps crossed the stage behind me and a warm hand settled on my shoulder.
"Good," Steve's voice said. "I thought you'd take off with the rest."
I turned and faced him. Steve was crouched down, one hand on my shoulder and the other loosely clenching his drumsticks. The warm scent of his cologne (Drakkar, I think) made me dizzy. It was overwhelming to see him this close up. He was such a hot-looking individual, just exuding sex appeal.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Angelica."
"Well, Angelica, you look like you're about to pass out." Still holding on to me, He flexed his powerful legs and hopped to the floor. "Come with me, I think we could both use a drink."
We headed for the bar...or I thought we were. But Steve clearly had other plans. As we neared the side of the stage his hand fell to my waist, gripped tight, and pulled me behind the curtains. Next thing I knew we were both wrapped in a velvet darkness.
"What?" I exclaimed.
Steve moaned urgently, "Angelica, you're making me do this. The way you looked at me from the crowd tonight was too much: you have fuck-me eyes." He placed his hand on top of my head and pressed urgently down. "I want you to blow me. You made me need it, baby."
Guess he knew I was that kind of girl where he was concerned. I fell to my knees and waited as he undid his leather trousers (the sound of his zipper coming down was so sexy). When he pressed his long, thick manhood against my lips, I took it all in. I could tell I was doing it the way he liked because he had to muffle his moans, and that turned me into more of a slut. Up and down my head bobbed until he gasped and pulled out from between my lips. Seconds later I felt warm fluid splatter all over my chest.
We both took several seconds to catch our breath. Then I joked, "I wanted you to sign my chest, but never dreamed you'd do it like this."
"Hope you're not disappointed."
"Hell no."
Through the darkness Steve touched my face. "Let me buy you a drink for a job well done."
"Right behind you."
Off we went to face the unsuspecting public.
THE END
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