A Night at the Skin Shop - 1. A Night at the Skin Shop

“Gah can you believe how fast these guys have climbed the charts, I swear. Yesterday no one knew who they were. Today it’s like…Boo yah boy! And what a name Crimson Phallus, can you imagine asking your mom for their CD at Christmas! Ha ha ha… Yeah I don’t think so. But tonight we have them here, hidden away in a secret location for a one night only appearance. If you want to go and you’re over twenty-one, be caller number twenty-three. And here is the latest from ‘The Killers’…” I sat in the radio booth listening and watching as Kitten ‘Kitty’ Jax did her 11 AM to 4PM show. She flipped off her microphone and smiled over at me.

“So you are going tonight, right Morri?” she asked in her street voice. It always amazed me how she could change the way she sounded so completely when she talked on the radio.

“Of course, are you kidding? The Skin Shop is such a small venue. If I am ever going to get a chance to interview the lead singer from Crimson Phallus, it is going to be after a show there. I still can’t believe you were able to get me in,” I said pulling my bronze colored hair back from my face.

“Yeah well getting you in is all I am doing. We don’t get to interview any of the band and no one has ever interviewed Zee. I have no idea what their dysfunction is, but no one gets any play.”

“Yeah, they do like their image. You got me a whole lot closer than I would’ve ever been able to. I’ll worry about getting the face time,” I said, having no idea how I was going to get an interview with Zee, the lead singer of Crimson Phallus, just that one way or another I had to. If I could pull this off Jello Music, the magazine I was freelancing for would have to hire me as staff.

The intern in the control booth signaled Kitty that the caller she needed was on the line. I watched her flip the mic back on. “Hey who is this?”

“Sandy,” came over the speakers. “Did I do it, am I twenty-three?”

“Well you’re caller twenty three. Are you over twenty-one, that is the real question?”

“Yes…oh my god, oh my god,” the caller at the other end of the line shrieked.

“Hey Sandy, you’re quite the squealer, now before I turn you over to my intern so we can get all your pertinent facts, why don’t you tell everyone listening who’s sending you to see Crimson Phallus.”

“K-dog. Where what is wrong is oh so right!” Sandy squealed through the phone line.

“That’s a girl, now stay on the phone, my intern Jill is going to collect your info. And here is what everyone wants to hear, Crimson Phallus with their hit, I Will Stroke You.”

“I will stroke you till you come
I will make you come undone
…” Came over the speakers and Kitty turned down the volume till it was barely audible.

“She sounded hot. God did you hear her squeal,” Kitty laughed.

“What about your girlfriend,” I asked.

“Yeah what about it, she decided we needed another break.”

“Dude, seems like every two months one of you is calling it quits.”

“Does seem that way,” Kitty shrugged. “Actually I think I’m done this time, tired of playing human yo-yo. But hey look what I bought,” She pulled an oversized shoebox out from under her desk. Opening the box she pulled out a pair of thigh high black leather boots with cutouts of stars running up the back and four-inch spiked heels. “Nothing like a rockin’ pair of boots to say hosta luego,” she laughed.

“Dude those look deadly. Are you sure you don’t need to sign a waiver or something before wearing them?” I said, eyeing the boots skeptically.

“I know right? So fucking hot!” She kissed the toes and put the boots back in the box.

Looking up at the clock on the wall, I realized what time it was. “So the Skin Shop at eight, right?”

“Yep, I’ll leave your ticket at the door. Don’t flake out of me mister man. I’m going stag and you are my date.”

“Stag means you don’t have a date, dork,” I said, shaking my head.

“Exactly, just like when we went to senior prom. Lesbo and F@g Boy back in action,” she laughed making an idiotic fist pump gesture.

“Freak,” I sighed affectionately, kissing her on the cheek. Kitten Jax and I had been best friends since Junior High, maybe it was because we had both known internally we were different from the rest of our classmates. But the why really didn’t matter, she was like my sister.

“Just wear something sexy,” she smirked.

“Don’t I always?” I asked reaching for the door.

“No, no you don’t,” she laughed and I knew she was looking over my current grunge wear of jeans, hiking boots, t-shirt and a flannel.

“Chu, like I need to look sexy in here,” I said, leaving the studio and waving as I passed her outside the glass wall in the hallway.

It was currently two o’clock. I had less than half an hour to get to my day job. Freelance journalism didn’t even come close to paying the bills. But working as a personal trainer kept me fed, clothed and housed, and allowed me time to pursue other interests.

I entered the gym with ten minutes to spare and quickly changed into a bright yellow t-shirt with the gym logo on it and a pair of navy exercise pants. Looking at the schedule, I noted that I had three clients that afternoon.

The first, Ms. Cox was a seventy-five year old lady who was trying to lose the forty pounds her doctor had told her to. She had a wicked sense of humor and she would talk constantly about her grandkids and her dogs, although sometime it was hard to say which she was referring to. Her routine was simple and as we worked through the circuit of weight machines I would try to push her by adding a pound and she tried to get me to remove five.

Next was Mr. Harrington. He worked as a used car salesmen. It was hard to tell if he was going through a mid-life crisis or was just in denial, but every time I took him through his circuit it took everything I had not to cut off the strip of hair he combed over his head to hide his bald patch.

Last was Ms. Pinkerton. Forty-five and divorced, she was a very attractive lady. The only problem was, she knew it. Her workouts always went really well because she was serious about maintaining her figure but she was notorious for creating awkward moments the second we were done. We had just wrapped up when she sat on the weight bench and took off her t-shirt showing off her surgically enhanced chest.

“So what are you up to tonight?” she asked, giving me a look that definitely said she was interested in making me part of her plans.

“Hot date,” I said exaggerating my outing with Kitty. She didn’t need to know I was going out with a friend or that Kitty would find Ms. Pinkerton a lot more entertaining than I would.

“You tell him to treat your right or else,” she smirked.

“Oh I will,” I said, returning her smirk.

Chuckling, I imagined her face if I actually delivered Ms. Pinkerton’s message. Kitty would kick my ass if I said that to her. Waving at her, I hurried into the locker room before she had the chance to make the moment anymore awkward. Quickly showering and changing into street clothes, I headed home when I was done.

Once inside my one-bedroom apartment, I put my mp3 player into the stereo and turned it on. There is something about having music going when you are getting ready to go out that helps to set the mood. I flipped it to my favorite getting ready playlist and ‘Mindless Self Indulgence’ came on singing ‘Faggot’. Singing along, I grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge and used it as a microphone as I danced into my room to get dressed.

I opened my closet door and tried to figure out what image I wanted to portray. I have plenty of slutty club clothes but I wanted to interview them not jump their bones. There was a picture I’d seen once of Johnny Depp wearing a vest with a t-shirt underneath. He’d looked sexy as all get out but not slutty in the least. Pulling on one of my thicker white undershirts, I put on a black vest and a pair of black leather pants. Looking in the mirror, I looked myself over. Copper wavy hair curled around my face accenting my green-gold hazel eyes. I looked like I had just tumbled out of bed. My t-shirt was snug and the vest hung low enough to cover up the waistband on my pants. The leather pants looked good but I decided to go with jeans instead. Debating on my earrings, I decided to go with simple silver studs. I looking in the mirror one last time and decided it was good enough. Slipping on black leather boots, I was ready to go and play.

The Skin Shop was an odd place. A little known member’s only club, they always had the best music, DJs, drinks and bands. Their chefs was trained Cordon Bleu and rumor had it there were sleeping accommodations to rival any five star hotel. Some of their stage shows ventured into the pornographic, so they kept it legal by keeping the club private. How KDWG the radio station Kitty worked at had scored this locale for their ‘super secret concert’ was anyone’s guess. It had to be costing them a fortune.

Nearing the club, I could hear the heavy beat of the bass outside. A pink neon sign over the door read ‘The Skin Shop’ in loopy cursive writing. The outside of the brick building had been painted black and the door was the same color pink at the sign. A velvet rope blocked off the entrance and a man wearing a tuxedo blocked the doorway holding a clipboard. More than one person was turned away as he looked for names on a list, letting in only those who were on it. I walked up to him and said, “Hi Morriarty Fines, Kitty should have put me on the list.”

“Ah yeah, she left a note for you too,” he said smiling.

Taking the small envelope from him, I opened it and read ‘Morri, Meet me at the bar. I know you can’t dress yourself. Love your Kitty.’

I shook my head at the note. If she were really my kitty she wouldn’t be making fun of my clothes. “Thanks,” I said to the bouncer, walking through the door to go and meet her inside.

The inside of the club was dark. Lights flashed across the dance floor temporarily illuminating the people moving to a heavy techno beat as they danced to the pounding music. The stage was blocked by a heavy curtain and the DJ set up to the side was dancing with a chick dressed in a bikini and high heels.

I looked over at the bar and spotted Kitty standing there eyeing some half-clad woman on her left. She was wearing the most outrageous outfit I’d ever seen her in. A red corseted top barely met the top of black leather hot pants. The thigh high black boots she’d shown me at the studio were about three inches below. If she were anywhere but a club she’d be mistaken for an escort. Looking around though, I noted her outfit was almost conservative compared to what others were wearing. I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d made the right choice by not wearing slutty clothes. It took me waving my hand in front of her face to get her attention.

“See I knew it,” she said shaking her head. “What look are you going for, Johnny Depp on the red carpet.”

“Maybe,” I said looking away from her. How she always knew what I was up to was downright scary. “Anyway look at you. Sheesh… you’re like three inches taller than me in those things,” I said looking at how she was precariously balanced on the dangerous heels.

“Right?” she said smiling widely. “But come on we need to fix you.”

“Serious?”

“Absolutely, you want that interview right?” she asked, pulling me through the crowd and into the hallway where the bathrooms were.

“Yeah,” I said skeptically.

“Well I heard a rumor today after you left,” she whispered, stepping back and looking me over with a critical eye.

“Oh?”

“Yeah see…if you can catch the lead singer’s eye then you’ll get to spend some time with him. But you have to be trashy sexy and really...” She bit her lip. I frowned. She only ever bit her lip if she were getting me into crap that was better left alone.

“Really what, Kitten Jax?” I scowled using her full name hoping she would understand I was serious.

“He likes his partners…docile,” she said looking away from me.

“Docile?”

“Submissive.”

“Submissive?” This didn’t sound good. It wasn’t that I always had to be on top, but I seriously doubted any lover would describe me as docile or submissive.

“Yeah well, apparently he is really picky. He likes really pretty bottoms,” she said biting her lip furiously.

“I am not submissive or docile and I seriously doubt anyone would call me pretty,” I said. I decided to ignore her bottom comment, feeling that it really wasn’t any of her business which position I took.

“Oh, you can pull off pretty and you are really toned…and I bet for the chance to interview Zee you could play submissive for the night,” she said glancing at me out of the corner of her eye.

I don’t know why it worried me, it would never sell anyway. The whole thing was a lost cause, but I might as well go along with her so I wouldn’t have to hear about it later. “Whatever,” I sighed, “what do you have in mind.”

“Well first get rid of the shirt,” she said.

“Kitty,” I whined.

“Nope it’s gotta go.”

Rolling my eyes, I removed my vest, holding it between my knees as I pulled the white t-shirt over my head. She took it from me and threw it into a nearby trash can.

“Hey!” I said.

“Please, that was what a five dollar t-shirt. I’ll buy you a new one.” Scrutinizing me she said, “Gah, I wish you’d worn leather pants.” Frankly, I was really glad I hadn’t. “Here take out those earrings,” she said, pulling a small baggy out of the small sequined purse that hung at her side, inside were two medium sided earrings of fox heads holding rings in their mouths.

“Those look a lot like earrings from Final Fantasy 7,” I said, narrowing my eyes at her.

“Well since I paid a Cloud cosplayer forty bucks for them, I would hope they do.”

“Wait a cosplayer or a cosplay vendor?” I asked cringing. I knew I hadn’t heard her wrong and the thought of wearing someone else’s earrings was more than a little gross.

“Cosplayer.”

“How does that even work anyway? I mean he was wearing them when you saw them right?” Kitty was bizarre like that and it never ceased to amaze me when people would give her stuff they were wearing.

“Well yeah. We were both at an anime convention, he was dressed as Cloud. I realized I loved the earrings and offered him forty bucks for them. He took them out, handed them over and I gave him the cash. It was all pretty simple really,” she said smiling as she put in the fox earrings in my ears adjusting them so they were straight.

Stepping back from me she looked me over and said, “Something’s missing. Here let’s do this…” She pulled a wide dog collar out of her bag.

“Another cosplayer?” I asked. The black collar had to be at least two inches wide and was definitely made for a large dog with its side-by-side buckles and two inch o-ring in the front.

“Nope, grocery store. Isn’t it perfect though? I couldn’t have asked for a nicer one if I had bought it at the adult toy store. It’s so sexy simple with the heavy buckles and o-ring,” she smiled at me and I rolled my eyes. “Oh yeah…that too,” she said.

“What too?” I could only imagine what else she had in her sequined bag of tricks. When she pulled out a black eyeliner pencil, I cringed. “Kitty, no…come on.”

“Yes damn it, it makes your eyes look all big and super sexy. Just a little okay, I promise I won’t go all overboard like I did for prom,” she said holding up her hand like she was taking an oath or something. Problem was, there was a wide range between how she had done my make up for prom and wearing no makeup.

She finished relatively quickly and then pulled out a tube of lip gloss with small sparkles in it. “I am drawing the line Kitty. No sparkles,” I said as firmly as I could. If she had her way I would look like some drag queen out on the Avenue.

“Fine,” she said pulling out a tube of clear gloss with no sparkles. Sighing because I should have known she had back up, I allowed her to put some on my lips. Tousling my hair, stepped back from me and smiled. “Only one more thing,” she said and she opened up my vest.

“Kitty?” I whined, as she pulled on one of my pierced nipples. “Ow, that hurts,” I hissed. She had given it a sharp tug and because I had actually taken the time to put real rings instead of the clear silicon space holder I usually wore these days, they were already sensitive.

“Stop your whining,” she smirked. An auburn haired man stopped in the hallway on his way to the restroom. He licked his lips as he watched us. “Be a good boy, no one knows what Zee looks like remember,” she whispered smirking at the guy until he wandered into the men’s room.

“I will get you back for this,” I said under my breath, giving her my best death glare.

“I know,” she purred. “Can’t wait.”

Shaking my head, we both knew I had no idea how I would possibly be able to retaliate. “Can you let go of them now?” I said not daring to pull away from her. There is nothing more painful that having a tender piercing pulled.

Laughing she let go. “Why did you ever get them done anyway? It isn’t like you ever show them off or anything.”

“It was college. I was rebelling and thought it would look hot.”

“Well it does,” she laughed, “so quit being a baby and show them off. Come on, I’ll buy you a drink.”

Wandering back into the main part of the club, I couldn’t believe how self-conscious I felt. I wasn’t naked or even close to it. But between the collar around my neck, my piercings being exposed for the first time in forever and only wearing a vest for a shirt I felt like everyone was watching me. We neared the bar and I groaned realizing I recognized the bartender.

“Morri,” he said smiling slyly at me. He gave me a slow once over making sure I knew he was checking me out.

“Tosh,” I said.

“Here for the show?” he asked glancing over at Kitty. I couldn’t remember if they knew each other or not.

“Yeah, Kitty this is Tosh. He dated Jason and Mark and did you and Tony actually go out or…” I smirked. Kitty raised her eyebrow at me. I normally didn’t call people out, but Tosh and I weren’t friends and I hated the fact he’d gone through so many people I cared about.

“You know none of them have a problem with it,” he smirked. “Anyway, what can I get you?”

“Rum and Coke,” said Kitty and she held her hand out to me.

“Club Soda with a lime,” I said. I didn’t want to drink if I was going to be trying for an interview.

She slid a credit card over. “Just start a tab and put his drinks on it too,” she said.

“Kitty,” I said starting to protest.

“I get to write this off, you don’t. Besides,” she smirked. “I think I can afford your club soda for the night,” she laughed, turning toward the dance floor.

The techno music faded out and the dance floor went dark. A single light shown on the stage and a man dressed in a crazy purple tux coat with tails and a plaid top hat stood in it. The crowd went quiet right before it erupted in cheers and applause.

“How you all doing tonight?”

The crowd whooped and hollered.

“I can’t hear you, let’s try this again.” Raising his voice he said, “How you all doing tonight?”

Earsplitting cheers broke through the room.

“Well I know you aren’t all excited to see me. So without further ado…’Crimson Phallus’!”

The curtain split open and the band stood on stage playing the opening riff for one of their songs. Pushing up against the stage, the crowd went crazy as they pulsed and gyrated to the sounds of the drummer, guitarist, and bassist. The heavy beat sounded through the club and although I could feel the rhythm pulsing in my chest, the real attraction hadn’t started yet. After a few minutes a semi transparent red tube rolled out onto stage like a blood filled circular fish tank. The lighting showed the silhouette of the lead singer Zee inside and the already frenzied crowd went crazy.

“How the fuck are you?” he asked and the crowd exploded.

“Are you fuckers ready to party?” Screams came from the bouncing crowd.

“Then let’s get this party started…one two…one two three four…” And the band broke out in a grinding song that sent to crowd over the top. Bouncers kept the rabid fans off the stage and Crimson Phallus tore through two of their less popular songs.

Kitty left me standing by the bar to go and circulate. I had been to enough concerts with her to know that she would wander around, dance a little and taking note of what people liked and didn’t like from the band. Looking over the crowd, I debated about joining them but decided that I would rather stand back and watch for a bit. The one thing about bands with heavy sexual innuendo in their songs was that the groups that flocked to their concerts were always interesting. Leather, lace, latex, boas, you name it and it was somewhere in the crowd.

“So the guy at the end of the bar wants to buy you a drink,” Tosh said behind me. Turning, the guy turned out to be the one that had been on his way to the restroom while Kitty and I were in the hallway. He was cute enough, but it seemed wrong to accept his drink when I was trying to figure out how I could get backstage after the gig.

“Tell him thanks, but no thanks. I’m actually here on a mission tonight,” I said, turning back to the stage and paying no attention to what Tosh was doing or not doing.

After a while, I turned back around to take another look at the red-head only to see that he had vanished. Regretting not being able to take another look at him, I finished my club soda and decided it was time to join the crowd.

I joined the throng of people and started moving and dancing my way toward the stage. Hands grabbed me, pulling me toward sweaty bodies and rather than fight with the crowd, I went with it knowing that no one in the delirious group was actually trying for anything serious. Within a few arms lengths of the stage, a tight arm wrapped around my waist and I could feel someone grinding behind me. Turning, I noticed it was the red-head from the bar. Shoulder length dark-copper hair skirted the collar of an amethyst button up shirt that could have only been made from silk. Only the three middle buttons were fastened showing off a well-toned chest and muscled abdomen. Dark leather pants hugged his legs and barely covered the top of his hips. Taller than my five feet nine inches by quite a bit I guessed him to be around six feet tall.

“Hey,” he whispered in my ear. Smirking, I turned back around and pushed back into him. It wasn’t like I actually expected to meet Zee. I figured I might as well have some fun and this guy was definitely attractive. His hands grabbed my hips and we danced together grinding our bodies to the music. I hadn’t noticed him moving us forward until I was suddenly right in front of the stage. His hands caressed up my sides and down my arms. Placing my hands on the edge of the stage, he fisted my hair while running a hand over my chest. His hips never stopped pushing into mine and I found myself standing right in front of the blood red fish tank. The shadowy crimson figure inside the tube looked down at us, obviously interested in the show we were putting on.

He ran a hand through my hair right before jerking my head backward, licking the edge of my ear, he whispered, “He is such a fucking voyeur. He is totally getting off watching me dry hump you.” I shivered at his words. My eyes were transfixed on the semi-transparent tube in front of me. When he whispered, “I think he likes you,” I felt a tight pull run through my groin.

I moaned. Whoever this guy was, he was drop dead sexy and I felt like a puppet in his hands. His low baritone voice and words had me totally turned on. He pulled me flush to his chest. One hand danced up my abdomen, pinching a pierced nipple and the other skated the waist band of my pants, venturing so far as to undo the top button. I was about to protest when he gave a soft order, “Watch him.”

I looked up and saw Zee staring at us through his ruby-colored glass cage. One hand was spread in front of us like he was trying to get out of the tube to touch me. I groaned as I realized everything the stranger was doing was to provoke singer. Glancing to the right and left, I noticed that no one else was paying any attention to our show. Relaxing into the embrace, I decided to see where the public display would take me. If this could get me a chance to talk to Zee, I was going to go for it. The song ended, but rather than releasing me the mysterious man held me tight.

“You guys are so great I could cum where I stand…are you all having as much fun as I am,” Zee asked the crowd. My heart pounded in my chest. Somehow I knew that although he was speaking in the microphone to the crowd he was really focusing on me. “Are you hungry?” he asked. The crowd screamed. “Are you hungry for me?” They screamed louder. “Cuz I’m fucking starving for you,” he growled. The band started the first cords for the song…

“I’m so hungry I’m going to…
stroke you till you come
I will make you come undone
In the aftermath
There will be no way out
No clear path
No doubt who owns you
Ever-more
You will beg and you will plead
Won’t be enough to make me stop…op…op..op”

The red-head’s hips were pushing against mine and I could feel his firmness through his tight leather pants. Long elegant fingers danced over my stomach and chest, occasionally teasing my piercings. I felt like putty in his hands as he worked my body into a tight ball of frustrated need. He licked the edge of my ear, kissed my neck around the heavy leather collar, all the while telling me to watch the lead singer. Zee pushed against the crimson confinement teasing us with glimpses of his facial features and hands. The band reached the chorus of the song and the red-head pushed me forward.

I was shocked when two bouncers reached down and easily lifted me onto the stage, placing me between the crimson tube and the guitarist. Sandwiching me between the tube and his body, the guitarist pushed me against the glass. I could barely make Zee out as he sang and danced on the other side of the crimson barrier.

Ghost like hands skirted along the glass as he sang,
“I will stroke you
Won’t stop
I will stoke you
Till you bleed”

Transfixed by the show inside the red glass tube, I could imagine what his hands would feel like if the barrier were removed.

“I will stroke you
Make you mine
I will stroke you
Till you come undone”

His face was inches from mine, lips skating over the other side of the glass. The guitarist pushed me forward so I was flat against the cool crimson surface. I started to feel lightheaded as he started singing,

“I will bend you over,
Take what’s mine
Make you sweat
Make you writhe
You will know when I done
Who you belong to
As I stroke you
Till you come undone…un…un..un..un.”

As the last chorus of the song started, one of the bouncers came and led me off stage. I followed my head spinning in lust and confusion, wondering exactly what was going on. Rather than taking me back out to the crowd, he lead me down a hallway behind the stage. Opening the last door, he led me inside. Once I was in the room, he closed the door leaving me behind. I heard the door lock as soon as it was shut.

“What the fuck,” I hissed, rattling the handle.

“It is a precaution both for you and the band,” said a voice behind me that I recognized from the dance floor. “Trust me Mr. Fines if you really want to leave I’ll unlock it and no one will stop you.”

“Who are you and how the hell do you know me?” I asked. A light was flipped on exposing a large dimly lit hotel type room. On one side was a king-sized bed and on the other a sitting area where the red-head from the dance floor sat.

“I am the band’s agent and handler, Xavier. Everyone one on the guest list was checked out well before anyone was allowed in the door.”

“You know most bands want the publicity and reputation,” I said, walking toward the sitting area.

“True, but that is what makes us unique, different and the hottest commodity out there right now,” he said smiling. “Everyone loves a mystery.”

He had a point. After all, it was why I had begged Kitty for a ticket when she mentioned that they were coming to town. “So what is all this, are you their pimp as well?”

“All agents are pimps,” Xavier said, smiling.

“Why am I here?”

“Because you want an interview and Zee wants you. I believe that we can come to an understanding.”

My heart was pounding in my chest. “What do you mean Zee wants me? He hasn’t even met me.”

“The band had a chance to look over the profiles for all the guests before the concert. You know, your picture from your press badge doesn’t do you justice,” he smirked.

Suddenly I felt trapped. What the hell was I doing here? He was talking about me using my body to have access to Zee. But some sick part of me wanted to confirm exactly what was going on and a sicker part of me wanted to do it. “Just what are you talking about?”

“You sign this agreement stating that you won’t take any pictures or slander the band and Zee will give you an interview in exchange for a night of your time.”

“I am not a prostitute,” I said, upset at what he was implying.

“Everyone is a prostitute. We all exchange services for things we want or need. Sometimes it’s money, sometimes work, sometimes affection.” His voice was low and seductive as he eyed me up and down. “It’s just a matter of is what you want worth the cost of what is being asked?” Standing up, he sauntered forward, his hips reminding me of what we’d been doing on the dance floor. “Of course, it is entirely up to you, although you only have a short time before the offer expires. Unless you sign the agreement, I can’t allow you to have access to Zee.” His hand cupped the side of my face and I could feel the heat of his body inches away from mine.

“Why would you want to see me with someone else? It seemed like you were having a good time,” I asked, feeling a little hurt that he was pushing me toward someone else.

“Who said I was going anywhere,” he smirked. My mouth felt dry as he descended upon it. His lips skated across mine begging entrance. My breath caught and my heart felt like it had jumped up into my throat. I could hear myself moan as I allowed him access and his tongue danced inside. Wrapped up in the kiss, I didn’t realize we weren’t alone until another mouth descended on my shoulder.

Breaking the kiss I turned around. Standing in front of me was a man who looked exactly like Xavier except his hair was dark and streaked with blood red chunks. He was dressed in black leather pants and a cream colored t-shirt that barely covered his abdomen. This could only be one person and his resemblance to Xavier was unnerving. “Twins?” I whispered.

Zee smiled, “Yeah.” Turning to his brother he asked, “Did he sign?” Then switching back to me, “Did you sign?” Xavier shook his head no. Pouting, Zee picked up a gold pen off the coffee table and held it in front of me. Putting my hip between his legs, I could feel his hard length caress my hip through the fabric of both our pants. He nuzzled his face close to my ear, whispering, “Please sign it. I really want to play with you.” Running his mouth over my ear lobe and across my shoulder, I could feel his lips curl as they traced over my collar bone. He opened his mouth wide and I could feel his teeth grazing my skin. “Or don’t sign it’s up to you.”

I took the pen, knowing I would hate myself for this later. It’s not like it would be the first time I’d had sex I’d later regretted. And last time I’d gotten a lot less than the interview of a lifetime and twin sex gods making me their playmate for the night. On second thought, maybe there wouldn’t be anything to regret.

Xavier turned the document to the page that needed to be signed. I took one last look at the two of them, swallowed hard and signed the contract.

The moment I set down the pen, Zee was on top of me. Sliding my vest over my shoulders, he pulled me to his body with a firm hand on the small of my back.

“Do you know how hot you looked on the other side of that glass?” he breathed as his other hand looped my hair in a firm grip, licking and kissing my shoulder and around the collar on my neck. “When I saw Xav dancing with you on the floor…Gah, I’ve never regretted dancing inside of a cage more than then. I just wanted to climb out and grab you.”

I moaned as his words sent small jolts of thrill through me. I pushed my hips forward even as I allowed him to walk me backward. His mouth felt hot against my skin. My hands grappled for purchase, finding the edge of his pants and his muscular shoulder. His mouth trailed down my shoulder to my chest. His lips curled as he took in my nipple into his mouth and I looked down to see him leering at me seductively. Licking the piercing, he twirled his tongue around my tender nipple. “This was something that wasn’t in your profile, you naughty boy,” he whispered as he sucked the hardened nub and pulling at the ring with his teeth. I gasped as the tender flesh was stretched. A small trickle of pain rolled through me, quickly turning into a coiled heat through my groin.

Hands came up behind me, skating over my arms. Xavier’s mouth latched onto the back of my shoulder, hot and wet as he licked and nipped ultra-sensitized skin. I pushed backward into him. Everywhere our skin connected, his was bare and I looked behind me to see him standing nude against me. His arms reached under mine and he grabbed my chin, with one hand, forcing my neck to the side. I whimpered under his firm grasp. His other hand found the nipple his brother wasn’t teasing, and he began tugging and twisting it. The combined effect felt like I had a wire running directly to my cock sending currents of pleasure through my body.

Between Xavier and Zee, I was spiraling quickly and I wasn’t even undressed yet. “Please,” I moaned, not knowing what I was asking for, just that I felt like a vibrating rod of need.

Zee’s mouth left my nipple and kissed down my stomach. I looked down to see him staring up at me as he got on his knees. Smirking as he undid my pants, he ran a finger over the bulge of my cock, tracing it through the thin fabric of my boxer briefs. Leaning forward, he blew hot air through the material sending a wave of heat and want through my body. I cried out in sobbing gasps.

“He’s going to suck you,” purred Xavier against my skin. I whined. “He is going to fuck you with his mouth and swallow everything you give him.”

My pants and boxers were pulled down in one easy move. My boots were quickly slide off and before I could think I was naked between them. Zee kissed up my inner leg, licking and nipping my skin sending shocks of want directly from his mouth to my throbbing cock. I could feel Xavier’s hard member pressing against the small of my back as he ground his hips forward. His sack pressed into the crack of my ass and I could feel his pre-cum slicked head slide across my skin.

I was never going to last, it was all together too much, the feel of Zee’s mouth on one side and Xavier’s cock on my back grinding against me on the other. I could hear myself panting and I laid my head back against Xavier’s shoulder as he kept me upright pinned against his body. When Zee’s hot mouth encompassed my length and his lips slid down around the base, I couldn’t stop the sob that escaped my lips.

“Shh,” Xavier whispered. “Let go, we’re going to use you until you beg us to stop or pass out.” I could hear the confidence in his voice and it only served to add to the intense pressure I felt welling up in my groin. His words were like liquid fire in my veins. I looked down to see his hand grab his brother’s hair. I could tell by the muscles flexing in his forearm and the way his arm was brushing against my side he was using his brother’s mouth to fuck me. He ground his hips against my back in movements synchronized with the lips wrapped around my cock. There was something about the gesture that caused me to imagine him pounding into his twin’s mouth.

“God,” I hissed as Zee’s tongue slide around my length, teasing the underside of my head right before he was pushed down to the base. I could feel the back of his throat on the tip of my cock and the slightest feel of teeth grazing my length. “I can’t,” I panted. “I’m going to…”

Zee hummed around me. The intense vibration was like being struck by lightning. I reached behind me grabbing Xavier’s hair, the silky lengths sliding across my fingers as I gripped them tightly.

“Ah, god,” I groaned as an orgasm racked my body. Black spots danced in front of my eyes and I felt my knees grow weak. Zee drank down everything that erupted from my body. Sucking me dry, he swallowed my cum and when I was done, his mouth was still latched onto me sending painful jolts of intense pleasure through my body.

“I can’t,” I panted, looking down at the dark-haired twin. Jade colored eyes met mine and his lips curled into a smirk. Releasing my cock from his mouth, he rose up and pulled me out of his brother’s arms. His lips latched onto mine and the heady taste of my pleasure filled me.

I felt Xavier move from behind me, but was too entranced with Zee’s tongue teasing my mouth and his firm hands kneading my back to notice where he went. Pushed backward onto the bed, I opened my eyes to see Xavier standing behind his brother. Fisting his brother’s hair, he twisted his head around kissing his dark-haired twin.

I heard Zee moan as his brother ravaged his mouth. Grabbing the thin t-shirt his twin was wearing, Xavier pulled it off him, ripping it in the process. Zee’s chest was littered with hickies and light bruises and like a brick to my forehead I understood their relationship a lot better. If there was any doubt in my mind of Xavier being the dominate twin, it was now squashed as I watched him bite his brother’s shoulder while he slide Zee’s pants off his hips. Xavier’s emerald eyes held mine as if daring me to speak out against his treatment toward his brother.

Swallowing hard, my head swam when Zee’s pants were lowered enough to see a black cock ring around the base of his engorged member. Xavier pushed Zee forward so he was over me. Mewing the dark-haired twin captured my mouth, his angry length brushing against mine. Goose bumps broke out across my skin as I realized he had to have been wearing the punishing ring the entire time.

The distinctive sound of a cap opening caused my attention to refocus on the red-head. He held a small bottle over his twin’s ass and I saw thick liquid being dripped between his cheeks. Zee released my mouth as his brother began tease him. Lowering his head to my shoulder, his groan was like electricity dancing across my skin.

“Fuck yeah,” he hissed against my shoulder, pushing backward into his twin’s administrations. His green eyes captured mine and his lips curled into a nerve wracking leer. “I can’t wait to fill you up,” he whispered. “To feel your tight hot hole around me as I pound into you.”

I whimpered. Between his words and the feel of his flesh against mine, I was just as eager as he was. His tempestuous length rubbed next to mine and I could feel the soft expanse of his silky skin skate across my chest and stomach as his brother fucked him with his fingers, teasing him on top of me.

His brother’s hand must have hit his special spot because Zee groaned and then growled into my chest. Rearing up, he flipped his brother onto the bed beside me. Panting, he looked down at us with a look of intense hunger. “Suck him,” he said, pulling me off the bed, holding me in front of him.

It never even dawned on me to tell him no. I lowered myself between Xavier’s legs, kneeling on the edge of the bed with my ass in the air. Leaning forward I placed my forearm across his stomach so I could stroke his length. My other hand found its way between his legs so I could play with his sack while I devoured him. Licking my lips I lowered my mouth over his cock, swirling the head with my tongue as I took his length to the back of my throat. Xavier groaned and grabbed my hair, pulling it as I bobbed up and down on his length.

“So fucking pretty,” Zee growled. I heard the cap of the oil bottle being opened right before I felt drops of the thick liquid fall on my crack. The feel of oil trailing down the sensitive path to my hole caused me to moan around Xavier’s cock. He thrust deep into my mouth, causing me to gag at the sudden intrusion.

Zee’s finger trailed through the oil, circling softly before thrusting deep inside me. Gasping at the intrusion, I willed my muscles to relax. He placed wet kisses across my back as he pumped the digit in and out of me working my muscles looser. I could feel Xavier’s thick length twitch in my mouth as his brother added a finger stretching me further. Whimpering, the insistent fingers spread me, scissoring back and forth. His brother’s cock grew thicker in my mouth as my saliva coated the hand I was using to stroke him.

“Gah, Zee, his mouth feels like hot velvet. So fucking good. Do you want to fuck him? Hum? Do you want to slam into him while he is sucking me off?” I could hear the sneer is Xavier’s voice.

“Yes,” hissed the dark-haired twin as he added yet another finger, twisting and spreading the intruding digits as he prepared me for his cock.

“Soon,” he said. “I’m so close. I want you to enter him as I’m coming down his throat.”

I whimpered. My mind raced. What the hell had I gotten myself into? Not that I had a chance of extracting myself at this point, nor did I want to. But they talked around me as if I were just there to be used for their pleasure and I wondered if that weren’t really the case.

Xavier’s hand tightened in my hair and Zee’s fingers left my body. “Now goddamn it. Fuck him now.”

White lights danced in front of my eyes as I was filled with the dark-haired twin’s length. He seeded himself inside me and I could feel his sack brushing against the back of mine. My mouth opened in a wide ‘O’ as I fought the reflex to bite down. My throat filled with hot pearls as Xavier released.

“Swallow it,” he crooned, caressing the side of my face. Tears sprang in my eyes as I fought to regain some control and swallow his brackish nectar. A finger wiped one of the tears off my cheek and I looked up to see him lick it off. “Fuck what is it about tears on my thighs that make it feel so fucking good,” he said, pushing me down on his cock gagging me slightly. I tried to breathe and swallow around the length buried deep in my throat.

Zee’s hand grabbed my shoulder and he pushed his hips against me. Although he was in as far as he could go, the slight rocking of his hips caused the length of his cock to push against the small flower of nerves inside of me. I whimpered.

“If he bites me, I won’t let you cum,” Xavier warned his twin. Caressing my cheek, he hooked his finger under my chin lifting me off his cock. “Such a good boy,” he purred. Getting on his knees, he crawled forward pushing me up as he neared. When my shoulders touched Zee’s chest, he kissed me, licking my lips and stealing the taste of his release from my mouth. His twin was still deeply embedded inside me and not moving.

I felt his hand reach between us. The click told me he had released his brother’s cock from the restraining ring he’d been wearing all night. A sense of panic rose inside of me. I couldn’t explain why I was worried about Zee being able to fuck me in earnest, but it dawned on me that anyone who could wear one of those rings for that long had to have an immense amount of control.

Xavier chuckled. “Such a beautiful sight,” he said. “Impaled on his cock, looking wide-eyed and afraid.” I tried to swallow and found that my throat was dry. “You don’t know how tempting it is to keep you. Have you backstage waiting for us after ever show,” he purred grabbing my jaw firmly, pulling me into a deep kiss. Rubbing his cheek against mine he purred, “Not this time” as he pulled away from me.

My mind raced. ‘Not this time’ felt like warning or threat. But before I could fully process the words Zee ground into me, thrusting me forward as Xavier moved. He pushed my shoulders down into the bed. His hand lifted up my hips and he began to plunge in and out of me, spearing me with his cock. I could barely catch my breath as his intense thrusting rocked my body.

He pulled out of me causing me to gasp. My nerves were on fire. I was a trembling bungle of want and as he flipped me over, the look in his green eyes was of a primal hunger. Lifting one of my legs to his shoulder, he lined himself up and pushed his way inside me again. The head of his cock skated across my prostate and my mouth opened involuntarily. Stars danced in front of my eyes and I heard myself whine uncontrollably. I wrapped my arms around him, wanting him to fill me, wanting him to keep fucking me.

My dazed vision refocused and I saw Xavier move behind his brother. I knew the moment he pushed inside of his twin. Zee’s jaw tense and a look of euphoria came over his face. I could only imagine what it was like for him. Filled with Xavier’s cock, my tight dark hole surrounding his length, the look on his face said that he was in heaven. Our strokes were clumsy but they soon synchronized our rhythm. Xavier pushed into his brother causing Zee’s hips to thrust into me deeply and as the dark-haired twin’s hips rocked out of me his brother rocked back as well. The vision over me was sinfully perfect and soon I was desperate for release. I reached to stroke myself, only to have my hand yanked away.

“We come together,” Zee hissed. I whimpered my muddled mind barely comprehending what he was saying. It dawned on me that Xavier was controlling our release and since he’d cum last, he was the furthest away. He held my hands above my head with one of his. Leaning forward he rested his forehead against mine, his emerald eyes large and needy as he allowed his body to be rocked for him. I could feel his need for release and I bit my lip as my own need welled up inside of me.

Xavier leaned over his twin’s shoulder. “You are both being so good.” I whimpered as I looked up at his commanding eyes. He ran his lips over his brother’s back. “Cum, I want to feel your orgasm around my cock,” he smirked.

Zee’s hand released mine and he wrapped his long elegant fingers around me, stroking my length in time with his thrusts. All I could do was hold onto him. My eyes caught Xavier’s and it was his face I watched as Zee stroked me to completion. He stilled, trembling as he filled my body with his orgasm. Xavier leaned forward and he buried his face in his brother’s shoulder, letting me know that our release had triggered his own. The black spots dancing in front of my eyes connected and I slipped into a sex induced sleep.

Hours later I woke up, still exhausted and nestled between Xavier and Zee in the large king sized bed. The room smelled of sex and I couldn’t help but wonder if they had continued without me as I noticed fresh marks on Zee chest. Xavier’s words about not letting me go echoed in my head and I looked over at his sleeping face. There was something perversely erotic about the pair and my mind couldn’t help but think it wouldn’t be that bad to be kept by them. I shuddered and proceeded to quietly extract myself from them before I decided to stay and beg them to keep me.

Finally out of bed, I looked back at them. They looked so much alike, but even in sleep you could tell they were very different. Zee’s face was curled in a half smile as he clutched the pillow I had replaced myself with and Xavier’s looked like he could have been sitting behind a desk doing numbers. They owed me an interview. But I decided not to push it today. My life was good, Jello Music would still be there when I finally got my story.

A flashback of the night before hit me causing my cock to jump. Finding my clothes, I got dressed as quickly as I could. The memory they’d given me was electric and I needed to get home as soon as possible or I wouldn’t be able to control the impulse to crawl back between them.

I pulled into my apartment complex and looked at the time before turning off my car. It read eight-o-five and I realized I had no idea what time I’d finally fallen asleep the night before, but it had to have been after three. I‘d met Kitty at eight but the band hadn’t gone on until ten and the concert had lasted until well after midnight. Something told me I was going on less than four hours of sleep as I yawned deeply and a wave of exhaustion hit me.

I knew when I thought about it later I was going to regret not staying to get the interview, but a larger part of me was happy that I hadn’t. After all, like I’d told Xavier, I wasn’t a prostitute. Getting out of my car, I cast an evil look at the sun hoping I could convince it to either dim down the glare or hide behind a cloud for a bit. I walked up to my apartment and stood there stunned. Sitting in front of my apartment door were a bouquet of blood red roses. I picked out the card that was sticking out from the bunch and read, ‘We still owe you an interview. We’ll be back to pick you up after tour. XyZ.’

The card fell from my finger tips as Xavier’s words rang in my ears from the night before, ‘You don’t know how tempting it is to keep you. Have you backstage waiting for us after ever show.’ I exhaled. I couldn’t decide it I was terrified or excited at the notion of them picking me up after their tour.