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“That everything?” Stephanie asked.
“Yes, ma’am,” Varg said, saluting.
“Don’t get smart, or I’ll cancel the whole thing. You are released. Have fun but don’t get too drunk.”
The Loki’s Laugh boys saluted, like loyal soldiers, and marched off to enjoy the festivities for as long as they could. As the day cooled, excitement grew for what was to come.
I paced backstage, trying to psych myself up for my North American debut. It seemed like everyone in town turned out for the event, and there would be industry types in the crowd. Either by intent or coincidence.
If I did well, it could be a whole new chapter in my career. If not, there might be some venom online, but it likely wouldn’t affect my European following too badly.
Mostly I just wanted to play a good show. Help everyone have fun. That was why I did this, after all. If I was just looking for money or fame, I’d have gone on a reality show.
The stage lights went dark and that was my cue. Under the cover of darkness, both from the night as well as the lighting crew, I made my way out to my rig, the goggles firmly on my head.
Flashing a cocky yet flirtatious smile to the audience, I revved up the drum machine. The deep, sinister beat was permeating the night, leading the way into the beginning of the main melody.
The lights came on as I hit the crescendo of the first movement. There was spinning and flashing all around the place, following the organized chaos coming out of the sound system. I loved the energy of performing in front of the crowd.
When I dared open my eyes, a mass of people, over one hundred thousand, according to the estimates I’d heard, were moving and churning like a storm on the ocean.
They really liked me. Careful not to let the fame go to my head or distract me, I played the song through to the end without a single mistake. Likewise for the rest of the set. As I hit my last note of the night, I was drenched with sweat, my lab coat was in a pile beside the synth, and I was transcendently happy.
I didn’t know if it was an American tradition to throw a bucket of ice water over the opening act at the end of their set, but that was what happened with this crowd. It was cold but refreshing. And very much appreciated.
“That was beautiful,” Becca gushed once I had bowed to the roaring audience and gone off stage.
She took me in an attack hug.
“Thank you.”
“You’re wet,” she said, releasing me.
“So are you.”
She blushed, and I winked, to let her know I wasn’t just talking about sweat. Stephanie threw us both towels before ushering Loki’s Laugh out for their big opening. They were the draw most people were there to see, but no one could say I hadn’t warmed up the crowd.
I tried to avert my eyes as Becca dried off. The towels probably weren’t needed. The weather was so hot, we’d probably air dry in a few minutes.
Considering that she’d been wearing a white t-shirt, I could understand Becca’s urgency. Her black bra was already quite visible through the damp material.
“You are so fucking hot,” I told her, wanting to pick her up and take her right then and there.
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah,” I told her. “Show my more.”
My voice was deep and growly.
I was overtaken with desire to claim her as my own.
She straightened up, giving me a clearer view— one that got even better when, after checking to make sure everyone was gone, she lifted her shirt to reveal luscious breasts with nipples that were so perky and erect for me.
“That’s a good girl. Looking great.”
“I can certainly tell that you think so.”
I looked where she was staring, my cock making quite an impression in my pants. I was about to apologize, when all other thoughts were driven from my mind when she gently squeezed it.
She leaned in and started kissing my neck, about as high as she reached on me, as she continued to stimulate me through my pants.
“You still like it?” she asked.
“Fuck yeah. I love it.”
Picking Becca up, I carried her back to the tour bus. I loved the feeling of her being in my arms.
The door came open with a click, no one thinking to lock it when we left. The parking area for the bands was pretty private though, and you had to go through the backstage area to get there.
So, it wasn’t like any old rando could make it through. You had to be either on crew or a performer like me.
Becca started to wriggle out of her jeans as soon as she was on the bed. I assisted in this endeavor, removing her shoes and then her socks. Her jeans slid off easily after that, followed in short order by her matching black panties.
